#wishing you a happy and restful non-christmas

[hatchet-boy]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

A normal person would ask a Christmas question, but I hate Christmas. So instead: what's a kink that one brother is really into and the other isn't? Do they indulge it to make their brother happy or shut it right down? Feel free to answer for both Sam and Dean's unreciprocated kinks!

... And yes, if you must you can also add Christmas headcanons.

- schizosamwincester

Lol don't worry, I'm more than happy to answer a non-christmas themed ask. Weirdly enough I have thought about this exact thing before,, so the answers are maybe too obvious but nonetheless:

Kink that Sam is into but Dean isnt- serial killers. And yes, Dean does indulge him in this. (Once he finally gets Sam to admit that memorising all the serial killer stat's you can and reciting them out loud to yourself while you jerk it in the bunker shower at midnight is not /just/ a hobby sam what the fuck-). But he does not especially enjoy it. It weirds him out. Are their lives not terrifying enough? What the hell is it about some nerdy psychos who inject people with brain melting acid and shoot kids with air guns that gets Sam off? What do they have that Dean doesn't??? But even with all his reservations Dean does it, he play acts the cold and emotionless wackjob that has stalked Sam for years, choosing him, and ONLY him out of thousands. Who has killed dozens of other lookalikes, just preparing for the real prize. And maybe he even likes it when Sam is tied down to the radiator, naked and flushed and completely helpless and looking at him like there's nobody else in the world...

Ok so that got away from me. Moving on to Dean,

It cowboys. Obviously.

Now Sam has well and truly been around the block. So he's not weirded out, or grossed out, or shocked at all that assless chaps and cowboy hats and macho heroes and dashingly rugged smiles and the cool hard metal of a revolver strapped down next to the cooler harder metal of a well carved belt buckle sitting above a bulging denim wrapped dick turn his brother on. But, he just doesn't care. It does absolutely sweet fuck-all nothing for him. And the constant 'riding' innuendos annoy the crap outta him. So mostly, to save himself from stupid ridiculous older brother antics, he shuts that shit RIGHT DOWN.

(Except, maybe, on special suprise occasions like Dean's birthday. Where he dresses up in a cowboy getup even though there's no horses around for a hundred miles and the only place Dean is riding is into sweet intoxicating leather-scented sweaty orgasmic bliss on Sam's cock for hours and hours-)

So in conclusion, do I think they have some incompatible, unreciprocated kinks? Oh yes absolutely, and more than just these two examples. But, they indulge each other anyway, because sex isn't always sexy but seeing their brother get off gets them off, and when you've gone to hell for each other, a bit of non-sexy sexy-time doesn't seem like a big deal in comparison.

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

[mywritersmind]

NOT SO HAPPY HOLIDAYS - LN4

↳pt.1

christmas special

next part

summary : Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.

listen up : suggestive comments! dual pov! swearing! hope you like this!! comment to be on tag list <3

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Persistent knocking at the door forces me to pull myself off my nicely made bed and slump down the stairs. Max, Piertra and I are staying in a cabin for Christmas because our parents have decided to go to the beach.

It’s rustic and smells like cinnamon everywhere, the roof dusted with the snowfall from the night before. I hurry down the stairs in my airplane outfit because I haven’t even had time to unpack.

As soon as I rest my hand on the cold door knob and open it to see who’s waiting, I regret it. “Merry Christmas!” A smiling Lando Norris stares back at me, bags in hand and snow on his curls.

I slam the door in his face. I should have looked through the peephole, maybe he would have given up. “Max!” I yell, hearing the pattering of his feet on the hard wood and his head peaking out his door. “There’s a thing at the door for you.”

His face breaks into a grin as he runs down. He all but pushes me out of the way to get to his best friend, opening the door and hugging him.

I roll my eyes and start to walk away but Lando’s voice rings out behind me, “Welcoming as always, sunshine.” That fucking nickname makes me turn, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of meeting my eyes.

“Max, I thought you said we ordered pizza, not your childhood best friend.” Max gives me a look which makes me cross my arms. He never understood my hatred for Lando, probably because he was the one pissing me off with him.

Yet I think he’s grateful that I stay as far away as possible. Still, Karma is real and Max’s nightmare is having his baby sister even close to his reckless friend, that’s why Lando takes every opportunity to flirt with me.

“Play nice, Y/n. It’s Christmas, you know, kindness and joy?” I narrow my eyes at Lando who steps inside and shakes off the snow on Max, “We’re spending this as a group! A group that loves each other!” My brother pushes him away, shutting the door to block the cold air.

Lando blows me a kiss as P comes around the corner, Max leaving Lando for his girlfriend, “Lando, you’re here!” the traitor says as Max hugs her from behind, “Come in! I’m making hot chocolate!”

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Lando Norris and I have never been best friends. He saw me purely as his best friend's little sister and someone to annoy. I saw him as my brother's annoying friend who was constantly in my way.

Or I guess I should say ‘see’ instead of ‘saw’ because our childhood banter has continued through to adulthood. I can’t stand him, he’s cocky and annoying. I don’t know why he flirts with me, maybe it’s partly to annoy me and partly to get to my brother who yells at him anytime he so much as calls me pretty.

I like to think I'm more mature than my thirteen year old self who would scream at Lando for tying my shoes together, but as Lando makes an absurd amount of noise in the room adjacent to mine, I can’t help but slam my hand on our connecting doors.

We arrived at night so I was in bed quickly after dinner. I wish I was warm and cozy in my bed, but Lando blinks at me innocently after opening the door.

My eyes betray me when they leave his face and look at what he’s wearing. Or what he’s not wearing… Shirtless and in sweats, Lando looks all too smug.

“Can you shut up? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Can you stop checking me out? I’m on facetime.” He holds up his phone to show a dark screen, I can make out the sleepy face of Carlos Sainz. I push his phone back down, a bit embarrassed in my quadrant hoodie.

“Just keep it down, Norris. Can’t you and your boyfriend catch up later, like in daylight?”

That devious smirk makes its way back on his face, “Jealous, Sunshine?” That fucking nickname makes me roll my eyes, “I heard about the breakup… I feel horrible for him. Seemed like a nice guy.”

I grind my teeth together at the mention of my ex. How does he even know!? That was months ago. “Like you’re one to talk, losing the championship couldn’t have been good for your dick.”

His brow quirks at me playing back, “How often do you think about my dick, Sunshine?”

I put on my best sweet smile, my hand on the door, “When i’m in bed…” he leans closer, nodding, “Alone…” his brow raises and It makes my smile grow, “Getting sick at the idea and the alcohol in my system.”

His face drops as he stands straighter, “Why do you insist on lying to yourself? It’s not a good habit.”

“Why do you insist on being an asshole? Go to sleep.” I shut the door, giving him no choice but to back up quickly into his room.

“Sweet dreams, sunny!” He calls as I sigh and get back into bed, hoping for a good night's sleep and my headache to go away.

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lando

Max makes me get up early so we can get breakfast before all the menus switch. I’m pushed out the door with Y/n by my side, her hair curled and looking far too put together for this early.

She has on jeans, a sweater, and a light blue puffer jacket over. Although she looks put together, I realize she’s just as tired as I am when I accidentally nudge her while walking to the car.

She pushes me back roughly as if it was my intent to touch her. Max and P are holding hands and walking ahead of us, so he doesn’t see his sister harassing me.

“Hey!” I’m lucky I didn’t slip because of my hands firmly in my jacket’s pockets. I feel like a marshmallow, I'm fully covered from a beanie on my head to seven layers and boots on my feet.

I go to push her back but the look she gives me reminds me that I know better. “What’s got you in such a good mood today, sunshine?”

She eyes me when I say the nickname I started calling her at fifteen. “I didn’t sleep.”

“I slept extremely well. Nice dreams too.” She rolls her eyes and opens the car door, the two of us sitting in the back while Max drives.

“I’m so happy for you.” She says, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She leans her head against the window, her breath showing on the glass.

“Wanna know what I dreamt about?” I smirk, clicking my seatbelt as she doesn’t move. “I’ll give you a hint.”

She looks at me, her cheek squished against the window that I know is freezing. “Would you like my foot up your ass?”

I ignore her, “You were there.” Max and P turn on the radio as we leave the driveway, speaking quickly about something and definitely not paying attention to us. “It was really hot… complete opposite of the snow. We had to strip.”

I’m leaning in closer, just in case. I don’t feel like getting my ass kicked by her brother today. “Sounds like it was a dream for a reason.” Y/n blinks, pulling my seatbelt back so it locks and I have no choice but to sit back in my seat.

God she’s hot.

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We spend most of the day looking around the town, peeking into shops and going to the grocery store. We end up at a christmas tree farm about thirty minutes away from our house.

“I feel like I'm in a hallmark movie.” I think that should be a bad thing but they are my guilty pleasure. P and I wander down each row of trees, hot chocolate in hand and the boys arguing behind us.

“I’m so glad we’re here!” the blonde squeals next to me, “I know you don’t love Lando but he’s still fun. Plus no one should be alone on christmas!”

I raise a brow, “Why would he be alone?” I never really wondered why Lando was with us, but now I realize that it probably wasn’t just to fuck up my own holiday.

She shrugs and keeps looking for trees, talking about our plans to ski and snowboard tomorrow and yelling at Max to remember to find gingerbread houses.

“This one is perfect!” Lando runs up to the biggest tree in the lot, he looks extra small next to it.

“There’s no way we’re getting that in the house.” I say, crossing my arms and watching Lando shake his head vigorously.

One thing about Lando is that once he knows he wants something, he sets his mind to it in an almost urgent fashion.

“Have a little Christmas spirit, Sunshine.” he mumbles as he looks around the tree, then to a worker, “We’ll take it!”

“I’m not helping you two get that in the house.” P shakes her head as they start to drag the huge thing to the car.

As soon as they realize it won’t fit in our car, Lando pays a random man who has a truck to bring it to us. We’re back home soon after, Max going on about how he hopes our tree isn’t being stolen.

Our tree is thankfully not stolen and is outside our house when we get there. The man that helped us refuses the money and asks for a picture with Lando instead.

I’m very aware of Lando’s fame, but at moments like this, it’s still shocking. To me, he’s still the little shit who would beat me in karting and shove it in my face.

P and I sit on the couch eating cookies and making sure my phone is silenced while Lando and Max struggle with the tree for almost an hour. By the time it’s up, it’s dark and I'm hungry.

“I can’t reach!” I groan, standing on the side of the couch and trying to put ornaments higher up on the tree.

We’re a bit screwed considering the lot of us are quite short. I give up and just throw it up there, luckily it catches on a bit of green and stays there.

“Here.” Lando says to me, handing the star that we bought today at a local shop. “Try not to break it?”

I mimic him and stand on my tippy toes, trying to reach but being nowhere close. “Christ, Someone help her out.” Max cringes as he watches from his comfortable position on the couch.

I turn to him, “You could help, you know!”

P laughs, sucking on a candy cane and sorting through the decorations on the floor. I turn back to the tree and am taken severely off guard when Lando’s hands appear on my legs.

“Norris!” I scream as his head goes between my legs so I'm sitting on his shoulders. It’s an absolute ambush by a man in a too tight white shirt. “What are you doing!?” I grab onto his hair as he groans from me pulling it.

“It’s called a solution, Sunshine.” He stands up on the edge, wobbling a bit. I pull tighter but he retaliates by gripping my leg.

I roll my eyes and don’t dare look at P who I know has her phone out. Lando lifts me like it’s nothing, looking up at the top of the tree and seeing it far closer than it was.

I pop the star onto it and expect Lando to put me down but he just hops off the couch, “Norris, I swear-”

Max has a smile so big that my heart immediately starts beating faster. I can’t see Lando’s face but I know he’s smirking. “Don’t swear, it’s bad manners.”

“Right, cause you’re a great example of good manners.” I tug on his hair again and make him look up at me, he stops on the way to the front door. “Put me down.”

“Ask nicely.” Even from upside down he's hot. I let go of his hair but don’t accept defeat.

“Max, help!” I kick my feet against Lando as he opens the door, “Pietra!?”

I can’t see anything but the front yard, covered in snow. I’m freezing as soon as he steps out and I star fighting harder when I realize why Max is laughing so hard.

That’s when I start screaming. Our neighbors would probably think someone’s being murdered but this house is in the middle of nowhere!

“Norris! I’ll kill you!” I’m trying to get off but he’s just too damn strong, “Lando!” And then I go face first into four feet of soft snow.

I’m practically wrestling him by the time I get up, “I slipped! I slipped!” He yells as I shove his face into the snow. “Uncle!”

I’m laughing now, his face white and hair covered in snow, “Stop trying to murder my friend!” Max watches from the door, popping chips into his mouth as he lets us go at it.

I throw a snowball at my brother.

Lando takes my distracted position and throws a handful of snow in my mouth. I start coughing and slapping every part of him that I can. “Come back inside! You both are gonna get hypothermia.” P says from the door, wrapped in a blanket.

Lando stands up first, holding a hand out to me, a smirk on his face. I don’t take his hand, standing up on my own and pushing past him to walk inside.

Max messes with my hair as Lando shakes the snow from his curls on my brother like a dog. “Movie time!” P claps her hands together, “The grinch or elf?”

I groan, brushing my hands through my hair as Lando leans against the kitchen table, his arms flexing under the pressure and thoroughly distracting me.

“I hate elf.”

Lando’s jaw drops along with Max’s, “How can you hate elf!?” Max scoffs, “You are not my sister.”

“How can anybody hate elf!?” Lando shakes his head, “P, we’re watching elf.”

P laughs, “I’m a bit sick of the grinch, Y/n. Sorry.” Max puts his arm around P, shrugging and walking into the movie room.

Lando pushes off the table, swiping a blanket resting on a chair and handing it to me, “You look a bit pale, maybe you should warm up.”

I take the blanket, narrowing my eyes, “Is there going to be a sex joke after that?”

He puts his hand onto his chest, looking appalled, “I didn’t know you had such a dirty mind.”

I know he’s messing with me but I can’t help but play into it. “You don’t know a lot of things about me.”

“I’d like to know more. More that involves one of our rooms’ temperature going up and not because of the heater.” Cocky bastard.

I hum and start walking away, “Ah, there’s the sex joke.”

Lando follows behind me. I wish his mouth would stay shut but I know I'm not that lucky. “I know you’d like it.”

“You don’t know anything.”

He stops me before we get to the door where P and Max are behind. “Let me prove you wrong, then we’ll talk.” I knows he messing with me. I hate him for it.

He’s got that stupid smirk on his face, his eyes are soft, teasing, and darker in this light. His hands are in his pockets and that damn shirt is still tight against his biceps. Just because I hate him, doesn’t mean I can’t find him attractive.

I let out a breath, eyeing him one last time before pushing the door open, “Stick to me in your dreams, Lan.”

[nagaytoe]

Habromania

(Noun) Delusions of happiness

Solivan Brugmansia X Reader

TWs: Mentions of death, dead bodies, murder, smut, technically non-con

Disclaimer: This is my first time ever writing smut and it was way more uncomfortable than I would've initially thought lol

I feel like people are either gonna love this or hate this, no in between c:

Word count: 1.8k

Requests: open

“Pumpkin, I'm home!”

Sol stepped into the dark apartment, immediately reaching for the light switch to illuminate the space. He tossed the keys to his apartment on the drawer right next to the front door, before taking off his black boots and coat.

“It's really cold outside…you can be glad that you don't have to confront yourself with that…though, it’s hardly any warmer in here…” Sol chuckled slightly at his own comment. “Well, at least the atmosphere is rather nice…Christmas is right around the corner anyways. I'm still contemplating on what to get you… I'll come up with something soon enough. Maybe I could just draw a portrait of you… Or the two of us together. Wouldn't that be lovely?”

Sol entered your shared bedroom and saw you laying on the bed as always, the soft duvets wrinkled under you. “Pumpkin, really, we need to get you out of that bed one of those days…it's not good to constantly be laying down.”

You neither answered him nor glanced at him.

Sol looked at the time.

“Oh, it's almost 6pm? I'm sorry that I left you alone here for so long. I had some… business to take care of…”

Sol's tone of voice darkened but he quickly changed his demeanor again, clasping his hands together.

“Now, what should I cook? Do you have a specific wish, Pumpkin? Oh, I know, I'll cook your favorite meal in order to make it up to you that you had to wait so long! You can stay here, I'll take care of everything.”

Sol gently kissed the top of your head before leaving the bedroom and walking straight towards the rather small kitchen.

The tall male took out every ingredient necessary for your favorite meal and started cooking, his skilled hands deftly working away. When he was done, he prepared two plates with food and took them with him back into the bedroom.

“Here you go, Pumpkin.” Sol set down one plate on the bedside table before sitting down next to you on the bed, his legs crossed and the other plate placed on his lap.

The man clasped his hands together in a silent prayer, shutting his eyes and whispering, “Thank you for the food.”, before digging in. Halfway through his meal Sol frowned.

“Pumpkin, you haven't touched your food at all… again… it's your favorite, you know?”

He sighed when you didn't respond. Ever since he took you here, to his apartment, you've given him the silent treatment.

Sol was patient however, he understood.

After he finished his meal, he got up, grabbing his and your plate and taking them back to the kitchen. He put the leftovers into a container, storing it in the fridge among a dozen others, cleaning the dirty dishes and cutlery afterwards. Once he was finished, he swiftly returned to the bedroom.

“What do you wanna do tonight, Pumpkin?”

No answer.

Sol looked slightly dejected at your lack of an answer, before bringing up an idea himself, “How about a movie? Sleepy Hollow, maybe? I know how much you love that movie.” He smiled softly, grabbing the remote and laying down on the bed next to you, covering himself with a thick blanket. As he turned on the movie, he snuggled closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You didn’t make any attempts at leaning into him or resting your head on top of his own. Sol didn’t mind however, he knew that you’d take some time to warm up to him, though he often doubted whether that would happen at all. Either way, you were here with him and that’s all that mattered to him.

The end credits rolled on screen and Sol let out a yawn, stretching slightly and sitting up. He stayed in the same position for the entirety of the movie, concerned about making you uncomfortable by adjusting his position and moving too much. “I honestly don’t know how you do it, Pumpkin. How can you stay in the same position all the time, I’m already sore after 2 hours.” He chuckled lightly and looked at you. You were so pretty, even though your appearance had changed. You were way paler than before and looked a little greasy in general, but that’s okay, Sol loved you regardless. The tall male stood up and got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and changing into his sleepwear. After a few minutes, he slipped under the covers, snuggling close to your body.

“I love you, [____]. I’m so glad to have you in my life, to have you here with me…” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, before resting his head on top of it and falling into a peaceful slumber.

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Rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the slits of the blinds. Sol blinked a little, looking up towards your face. There you were, in all your glory, eyes slightly open already and your pupils dilated, just as they always were nowadays. “You’re awake, Pumpkin.” He shifted slightly in position to softly kiss your cheek. Sol looked at you with an awestruck expression. How did you manage to be this effortlessly pretty? He let out a content sigh, as if in a dreamy haze, before brushing your hair out of your face. “I gotta go, Pumpkin. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back right after my classes today, you won’t have to miss me for too long.”

Pressing another delicate kiss to your cheek, he finally got up and started getting ready for the day.

“See you later, Pumpkin!” He called out after putting on his coat and boots, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You couldn’t care less whether or not he was here with you. You stopped caring long ago.

Sol came back home after a few hours. This was the everyday routine for him these days: Getting up, going to university, coming back home and spending the rest of his day with you, given he didn’t have any business to attend to. He couldn’t complain though. This is what he had always dreamed of, he went a long way for this, killing Jericho Ichabod just so he could have you all to himself and he’d be damned if he didn’t appreciate it.

“I’m back, Pumpkin… I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”, He waited for a response he would never get, “Can’t say the same for me, I missed you all day long, like I always do…” Without wasting more time, he got back into bed with you. The air in the room was musty, but he didn’t bother opening a window. You were always extremely cold, he didn’t need to make it worse by letting in the cool December breeze. “I missed you… so much…” Sol cuddled even closer, his face buried in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent, letting out a shaky breath as a shiver ran down his spine. “You smell so good… How do you smell this good, Pumpkin?” His hand ran up and down your upper body. “I missed your smell… the feeling of your body… your touch…”

His breathing was slowly becoming more laboured as he got more and more worked up, his hands groping your body.

“Please Pumpkin… let me have this, please…” He was begging you at this point… And how could you refuse?

His hand clutched his erection through his pants, which were feeling way too tight right about now. Sol groaned, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down alongside his underwear. He took your hand in his, wrapping your fingers around his aching cock, his own hand on top of yours, guiding your movements. “A- ahh..Pumpkin…” he moaned as he started moving your hand up and down his hard-on. He went faster and faster, thrusting into your hand by now.

“I love you, Pumpkin… I always have and I always will…” He whispered between quiet moans and shaky breaths. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak, his sperm squirting out and soaking your intertwined hands in his juices. Sol was panting, trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. “Pumpkin… you’re so utterly perfect, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you, my Soulmate…” he sighed, nuzzling his head further into your shoulder. He placed your hand on his bedside table and pressed a kiss to your shoulder before getting up from the bed. “I’ll get something to clean up the mess, I won’t be long.” With that he left the room, washing his hands and grabbing a cloth, as well as some bandages from the bathroom cabinet.

Sol returned from the bathroom and re-entered his bedroom. It was ever so slightly warmer than usually, a noticeable change in comparison to the usual coldness of the room. He didn’t even notice the putrid smell in the air anymore, long having gotten used to it as he walked up to his bedside, grabbing your hand from the table next to it and taking off the now drenched bandages wrapped around your fingers. He was careful in his approach, not wanting to ruin your hand. Once the bandage was off, he could see the rotten skin underneath, though there was barely any left hanging onto the slender bones of your severed hand. He renewed the bandage and put your hand beside your body again. Your hand was a representation of the rest of your body. Rotten skin and flesh holding onto your bones with all the strength they had left, however, most of your body was covered in bandages anyways, covering the poorly sewn together hole in your chest. Your eyes, unblinking and blank, stared straight ahead, as if in a trance, as if you were avoiding to look at him.

You were still as pretty as ever to him. You might have been a shell of who you once were, but Sol didn’t care. In his delusion, you still looked the same, with your soft skin, silky hair and bright eyes. Alive and breathing. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, as he laid down next to you again, snuggling close to your body, whispering sweet nothings and his usual declaration of eternal love.

“I love you, Pumpkin, I will until I take my last breath– and beyond.” He deeply inhaled your scent - the stench of death and rotten flesh, though to him you smelled like heaven.

“We'll be together for the rest of time. Don't worry, no one will ever take you away from me, I'll make sure of that…”

You would never leave him, would you?

Well, it's not like you have a choice, for even after death he refuses to let go of you.

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Note: I am curious, did anyone catch the little phrases I left throughout the story, hinting at the death of the reader? (they're in bold font)

By the way, this was written before fantasia posted the canon events after the bad ending, but it's fun to think about ither ways it could've gone down nonetheless!

[shuenkio]

Wishing on You | 니키 — 엔.하.이.픈 🎄

• Paring: Ni-Ki X M!reader | Genre: Soft fluff.

Synopsis: Dating M/N as a joke, using the relationship to escape his own painful memories. However, karma strikes when Ni-ki unexpectedly falls deeply in love with M/N for real.

Cw: bad language, none.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A☃️N: A Christmas gift for all lol, I cannot can't be in this holiday 😜 can't exactly say I'm back but it's 5050. Anyway advance happy Merry Christmas.

"I'm sorry about this m/n, look I'm sorry ok? You know I never apologize to someone but you. I know I was wrong in this for toying you, and I know you won't forgive for what I've done for... Can we pretend like this was never a joke ? Like we're for real together now?" Ni-ki expressed how guilty he was, he never said the word sorry before which made this situation even worse and somehow made you feel special? Or was it a lie again?

Snow continues falls softly, blanketing the world in quiet. Each flake drifts lazily, melting on warm skin of both, turning the air crisp and still.

The icy weather does help you to get from boiling hot at some point however, deep down in your ocean of thought, it feels like he meant what he was saying. The bad guy who got destroyed by many girls, the one who got cheated on, the one who got hurt the most in the end. Then why would he toy with you, when he knows so well about this feeling, being betrayed on?

That's not the case right now, for what you're thinking. Kinda toxic that you wanted to get back with him too but why not? He can change, you can change him don't you? The one that never says sorry or thank you typa guy but for you, it was a different scenario? Ni-ki is regretful for what he did, well his nose is kinda red right now wait is he tearing, gosh.

Stressing, Hands tucked into coat pockets, m/n exhaled, warm breath curling into the frosty air. You made up your mind, either staying with him or ending this relationship for real.

Tears streamed down his face, silent and unbroken, Ni-ki's chest still as if even grief refused to shatter the quiet. He looks down to the snow covered ground, avoids being looking at, while he is on his weakness.

Close the distance between you and him, as you lift up his chin.

"Are you sure you'll never do it again?" You asked. He drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to steady, his voice trembling but clear as he spoke through the tears, determined something.

"i swear to Santa, if I'd toy, cheated, playing with your feelings again on you, I'd let you shave my head bold" what?

"sigh shut up"

"can I...hug you?" M/n rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply as Ni-ki, still wiping away tears, hesitantly asked for a hug.

"fine I guess..," You said nonchalantly, the voice is flat, as you shrugged slightly, offering no more than a careless glance. Despite the dismissive tone, you didn’t pull away when Ni-ki stepped closer.

Ni-ki wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close, resting his chin on your shoulder despite the height difference. There was a warmth in the embrace, a sense of quiet comfort that filled the space between them.

Under the flake storming, You could feel the weight of Ni-ki sigh against your neck, the way his body seemed to melt, just for a moment, into the calm of being held. It was a strange mixture of vulnerability and safety, and though You'd remained still, that both of you couldn’t ignore the faint tug in their chest.

"I'll be good for you... Really"

"..."

"바보같이 사랑해..."

"Okay... Well um... Merry Christmas?"

© to all the rightfully owners of pics and dividers.

[space-station-nursery]

◜ 🕯️𓂃 Happy Diwali! ‧ 🪷◞

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Happy Diwali to those who celebrate ! I hope your diwali was filled with laughter, joy and love! I wish you all a prosperous year full of health, and prosperity. Whilst this post is a little late, i would like to tell you all what diwali is !

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╰╮What is Diwali? ﹕✦

Diwali [or Dipawali] is India's largest holiday, The festival gets its name from the row (avali) of clay lamps (deepa) that Indians light outside their homes to symbolize the inner light that protects from spiritual darkness. . It's as important to Hindus as Christmas to Christians and is enjoyed by non-Hindu communities.

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╰╮How is it celebrated? ﹕✦

Diwali is celebrated over the course of 5 days:

⧼ 1 ⧽ Dhanteras

During this day, many are focused on cleaning the home and shopping for golden items which is thought to bring good fortune. Lakshmi is the focus of worship on this day!

⧼ 2 ⧽ Naraka Chaturdashi or Choti Diwali

On the second day, People begin to decorate with clay lights, and designs called rangoli on the floor with sand or colored powders. Prayers are also offered for the souls of ancestors

⧼ 3 ⧽ Lakshmi Puja

The main day of the Diwali festival! This is a time for families to seek blessings from Lakshmi, light diyas, candles, and fireworks. They also will visit temples on this day, and have bountiful feasts

⧼ 4 ⧽ Govardhan Puja

Also known as Balipratipada or Annakut is the fourth day of Diwali ! This day commemorates Krishna's victory over Indra[king of the gods] and the start of the Hindu new year. Friends and relatives visit with gifts and best wishes for the season.

⧼ 5 ⧽ Bhai Dooj

Also known as Bhai Tika or Bhai Bij, is the last day of Diwali. On this day, everyone celebrates the bonds between their siblings, and sisters will pray for the prosperity, success, and well-beings of their brothers

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╰╮Diwali Fun! ﹕✦

Before finishing up, i would like to give you guys some diwali worksheets ! The top one is Diwali vocab with pictures !! Which will help you in all the rest 💗

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15 Christmassy fics to read (or reread) this month

This rec list is for @annakendricks who sent an ask about Christmas reads and also dedicated to @lettersbyelise for supporting this idea 💜 Despite the winter blues, December will always lighten up my mood with the holiday spirit. This month has been pretty hectic for me but I can’t wait to get some time off and indulge my fave Christmassy rereads. Come and join me if you like! Here you’ll find a little bit of everything: soft and contemplative, smutty, crack-y, movie AU, holiday romance and even Gen fic, which is not my usual fare but fit the theme perfectly. Pick your flavour and Happy Holidays!

🎄A Christmas Happenstance by Only_1_Truth (E, 5.5k)

The Hogwarts School for the Gifted and Supernatural had classes year-round, but the dormitories emptied out regularly on holidays as if the students were suddenly becoming allergic to the walls. Both humans and non-humans mingled freely in the surrounding town of Hogsmeade. Draco Malfoy, however, isn't feeling in the mood after a rather spectacular break-up.

🎄A Charitable Christmas by Alisanne (E, 5.6k)

Hermione’s plans to raise money for war orphans do not meet with Harry’s approval. Fortunately, Draco steps in to help him come up with a much more enjoyable strategy.

🎄A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (G, 6.4k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a real Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds.

🎄Surviving the Horde by FleetofShippyShips (T, 7k)

Draco has managed to avoid Christmas at the Burrow for ten years, but not this year.

🎄Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 10k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

🎄Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

🎄break the bad luck in my life by seaworn (E, 12k)

Draco and Harry are both brooding on Christmas Eve.

🎄All Roads Lead Home by @dracogotgame (G, 15k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

🎄Love All Lovely by @shealwaysreads (T, 19k)

Draco comes home for Christmas, and discovers that sharing is the best way of celebrating old traditions, and new ones too.

🎄Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🎄I'll Floo Home for Christmas by jadepresley (T, 39k)

The Ministry Christmas party is the biggest event of the year and Harry absolutely does not want to plan it, and he certainly, one hundred percent, does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

🎄The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1 (E, 39k)

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess. What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

🎄December Never Felt So Wrong by @maesterchill (E, 50k)

'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side. All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there.

🎄A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

🎄All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl (M, 61k)

Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.

[anyroads]

Here's the thing. I wouldn't have a problem with people just saying "Merry Christmas" if other major religious holidays were acknowledged too. If around late October everyone was like "happy Diwali!" and every Rosh Hashanah people said "shana tovah" or it was standard to wish people Eid mubarak, then a "Merry Christmas" would just be a marker of time and I would feel like it's someone else's turn to celebrate in the multi-cultural cycle of annual celebrations. Because the thing is, these holidays tend to happen off the radar of the dominant culture in culturally Christian countries. Christmas specials are a norm, but the Diwali episode of The Office was a one-off, the Jewish high holidays barely show up even in shows with Jewish characters, Chinese New Year is... where is it? Right? Where's the representation? I mean, the reason a holiday like Hanuka gets emphasized next to Christmas and rolled into "Happy Holidays" (as does Kwanzaa) is because that means these holidays can be gathered around being able to keep Christmas central to the season. Hanuka is a minor holiday; funny how Purim, which is of similar status among Jewish holidays, is a blip outside of Jewish communities.

If Christians were able to be as comfortable with Rosh Hashanah and Eid and Diwali and Chinese New Year and other festivals as they expect the rest of us to be with Christmas, then I'd say ok fair, everyone has their festivals and we all pay attention to each other and know how to give well wishes that are culturally respectful and it's wonderful! It would just be living in a society where people from diverse backgrounds respect and acknowledge each other (what a concept). What bothers me is that not only are no other religion or culture's holidays acknowledged or given thought in culturally Christian societies, but the only way to get any acknowledgment is to have your holidays timed around Christian holidays like Christmas. If the Maccabees had stayed up in the mountains for another month, Hanuka would be treated as the minor holiday it is. If Diwali was a couple months later than it is, then it would be called the "Hindu Christmas" and Hindu people could rightfully be frustrated about that.

It bothers me so much that Western culture is so deeply centered around Christianity that we have debates over whether "happy holidays" is an OK thing to say or not, instead of asking, "what if you just learned about other holidays too and respected them as much as you demand respect for yours?" And we're all thinking it. Non-Christians talk about this, btw. But we know that if we say it out loud, then it makes the Christians (including the atheist cultural Christians*) angry because they know it's a bad look to say the quiet part out loud: that they think they're superior and expect everyone to acknowledge this without them having to give non-Christian cultures basic respect in any genuine way.

*this is specific to atheists who consider themselves culturally Christian. if you don't belong in BOTH these categories don't @ me. there's no implication that the two go irrevocably hand in hand and your lack of reading comp skills isn't my problem. i don't have spoons for a baby Richard Dawkins tantrum.

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SEASONAL SENDOFFS - WINTER I

To Sae,

Happy New Year! I hope the first part of your season with Re Al has gone well. I was watching your last game before the winter break, you're playing really well in the midfield, considering you've always been a striker. It’s super cool that they upload all of the academy games on their website, so I don't have to spend all my savings trying to get a flight to Spain!!

Rin was upset this Christmas, he really wished you were at home, but maybe next year! Did you get any gifts? Did you and some of your teammates do secret Santa? I did it with our friends back here and I got a Re Al jersey with your name and number on the back. It's super cool and I put a picture of it in this envelope.

School is going okay, I’ve started my studies for entrance exams, but according to my teachers I could get into any school so hopefully they go well! Are you studying over in Spain? If so, are there any differences between schooling there versus in Japan? Are you learning Spanish? Is it an easy language or are you finding it hard?

Relating to school, the end of Junior High School dance is coming up in February. I’m going with one of the guys in class 3-C, he seems nice and he and his friends have started sitting with a few of us girls at lunch. He’s really good at football too, but never as good as you, he only plays at provincial level. But anyway, I thought it’d be fun to go, even though it feels a little weird going to something like this without you with a guy. I’ll definitely send you pictures so you can judge my outfit. Or maybe, if you’re feeling brave, you can send me a pic in some non soccer clothes for once!

Oh, also, seeing as you probably got a new phone number due to changing countries and all, I have an instagram account now. You can follow me there and we can text so it doesn't cost us any charge, my user name is @yn.ln !!

Everyone back home is really proud of you Sae, especially the school football coach. It’s funny, at the guys’ training he’s always telling the forwards to “play like Sae,” which honestly puts them under pressure because not everyone has that talent. But someone who does is Rin, he’s a first year but is starting as one of two strikers for the team. He really does wish he was just like you, and he still tells me of his dreams to win the World Cup for Japan with you.

By the way, have you found any cool places to hang out in Spain? Tried any new foods? I know you’re usually super focused on training, but I hope you’re taking some time to enjoy everything there too. I read in one of the magazines I picked up that Spanish food is amazing, like churros and paella! If you’ve tried any, let me know if they live up to the hype.

Well, I better wrap this up since I still need to finish some homework before tomorrow, this was included! Apparently to raise English standards in the country every student needs to write four letters, in English, every year. So start expecting to receive these every once in a while.

But I wanted to say keep going, Sae. Everyone here misses you, and we’re all rooting for you! Take care of yourself, and I hope we can catch up in person soon. Who knows? Maybe I’ll save enough for that ticket to Spain by the end of the year!

Write back to me if you have time! And send lots of pictures if you can.

Happy New Year again, and good luck with the rest of the season. You’ve got this!

Best wishes, Y/N L/N

[crisiscutie]

I read some of your yan!Sephiroth posts along with the fem! Sephiroth ones and umm 😳😳 it's safe to say or unsafe *looks at the twin crisis cuties* that I'm down bad for all of them.. can I possibly have headcanons for the HoS sephies plus fem!Sephiroth with the darling admitting she loves them? Also love the work you do 🤗

Even though Darling loves all the Sephiroths equally, it would be interesting to imagine how the winner of the Darlingbowl would react in a non-canon scenario... Sorry for the wait. This was sitting in my drafts for a short while. Enjoy the fluffy yanderes!

OG Sephiroth: He'd have his traditional smirk on his face, pulling the darling close to him by her hip. His JENOVA tentacles happily stroke her face and dance around her in celebration. Though it was difficult, he just knew he had to play the game of Sephiroths patiently to win the darling's love. He'd suggest that they consummate their love and finally become one with each other.

Dissidia Sephiroth: He's honestly surprised. He expected to play the very long version of their waiting game, just like how they did back in the World of Light/Darkness. He caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he kissed her. Moving his thumb downwards, he revealed that her choker had once belonged to her counterpart. Urging her to embrace her old self, he invited her to complete the "Reunion" with him, so they could return to their paradise together.

7R Sephiroth: Excuse him, but he couldn't help but play his cryptic games with the darling.

"Are you certain that it's ME you love?" 😈

"...How do you know it's ME you're talking to and not my 'twin'?" 🤔

At first, these games would frustrate the darling, but then she realized it was his way of deflecting his uncertainty and worries about whether she truly loved him. The darling playfully booped his nose, expressing her love for him again. As his smirk vanished, he rested his head on her chest. "You still haven't changed..."

AC Sephiroth: For a brief moment, relaxation and relief graced his weary eyes, all but telling her that his desire was simply for her to love him, and him alone this entire time. Despite the several obstacles that threatened to prevent their reunion, he finally fulfilled his wish. He held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, assuring her they will find a path back home together. You could say that he finally learned true peace in this scenario.

Female Sephiroth: She goes into full "deredere" mode, almost practically glomping the darling. It's almost out of character for her, but she just couldn't contain her excitement. She's like a little girl who finally got her princess doll for Christmas. However, her yanderness resurfaces as she softly whispered her sweet, dark declaration of protection into the darling's ears. She will not lose her as she did in their previous world, by any means.

C.C. Sephiroth: He didn't process the darling's words at first. He only continued to stare at her with his weary, lovesick eyes until they finally sunk in: she loved him. The foolish Sephiroth. The youngest Sephiroth. The weakest Sephiroth. His head drooped low as tears streamed down his face. Whether it was relief or happiness, only he knew… This time, it was she who took the lead and wrapped her arms around him, confessing that her heart had been set on him from the very beginning, regardless of his shortcomings. Once he calmed down from repeatedly whispering "mother," he would loudly proclaim himself as the winner of the Darlingbowl, not just as her chosen son but also as her chosen mate. 🤭

(Bonus Sephy) KH Sephiroth: He lowered his Masamune, brushing a lock of his hair out of his face as he slowly approached the darling. Her heart skipped a beat as she worried about his lack of reaction. But then he gave her a soothing head pat, praising the strength she had developed during their sparring sessions. Sporting a cool smile on his face, he would boldly assert that it is only fitting for him to assume the role of her personal champion, given that her love for him has transcended the boundaries of memories and realms.

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everybody plays the fool

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

request: not requested, just based on personal experience & struggles rn lol

warnings: fluff, angst, loving someone else who is in a relationship, hurt, unrequited love? kinda?

note: recently experienced this with someone very important to me so super slay! some of these quotes are exactly what he said, which is kinda funny to use them in a fic. anyway, enjoy your early christmas present since i havent posted in 9 months!!!

remus lupin was not a bad person by any means, no, but at the present moment, you wish he was so you had some kind of 'backup' for your hurt.

you and remus had been close for a number of years, your relationship flourishing once you joined the order. he was very protective and observant of you, ready to jump into action if you needed his help - but he was not overwhelming. he respected you, that much was clear, and if you needed him to care for you, he'd be there in a heartbeat.

his standing with romantic relationships was something that you were not always 100% clear on, and you never pushed him to clarify or share that part of his life with you. but members of the order had told you of past partners, and to your knowledge, he was single - and life was good. you felt comfortable being a bit more flirty with him and hanging around him more often than usual. remus never seemed to mind and was glad to have you around, and your heart fluttered like a golden snitch.

well, up until you found out he had a girlfriend.

when word had spread, you backed off immediately. flirting with him, making suggestive comments, and of the sorts was no longer your place, and while it stung, you respected it. ruining a relationship was not on your bucket list. but really, you shouldn't have worried too much about yourself.

remus had been showing you around grimmauld place, as sirius typically had old photos of their younger selves, and when you had discovered a bunch of old polaroids of the marauders, remus was quick to delve into his past at hogwarts. you ran your thumb over the photos, fondly looking at the group of boys.

you glanced up at remus, "i have to say, rem, this photo looks nothing like you," a soft laugh escaping your lips.

remus chuckled, "that was when i was young, y/n, full of hopes and dreams, handsome. you missed my prime."

you laughed along with him, but you sensed part of words held a bit of truth behind them, "i feel robbed of not being around during your prime, with the way you describe it."

remus shrugged, a sigh escaping him, "yes, well, that was when i used to be somewhat attractive and before all of this madness."

the words slipped before you could stop, "in a non-weird, platonic way, you're still attractive so don't let time control your happiness and contentment with your life, remus."

he blushed from your words, smiling lightly, "in a non-weird, platonic way, i kind of like that you said that."

you looked at one another, your lips mindlessly swiping over your lips. remus cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that-"

you shook your head, "no, i overstepped - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable..."

it was now remus's turn to shake his head, a soft smile on his face, "we both apologized, so i think we're even, darling. I'll see you at dinner."

after that first encounter, you decided to put some distance between you and lupin; you had figured it was the best option in avoiding any kind of awkward tension. and, for the most part, it worked. there were a few instances where you had to interact, but it was for the order and while things weren't necessarily awkward, it settled your mind.

soon enough, christmas had rolled around and yourself, along with the rest of the order and the kids, had decided to spend the holidays at grimmauld place. the house was bustling with such positive, happy energy and it was exactly what you needed.

remus and yourself were currently outside on the steps, sitting down as you people-watched. it was quite calming, had you not been a bit anxious considering it was your first time being alone with him in a while.

"so," remus started, "how have you been? i feel like we have not seen each other in a while."

you turned to him, smiling lightly, "good! currently doing a lot of raids for the ministry and sometimes that includes sleeping outside and just waiting. not ideal, but it's...life."

remus raised his eyebrows, "that's hell! you deserve better than that - do you have anywhere to sleep, like a tent?"

you shrugged, "sometimes we can conjure one, other times we decide to wait it out."

playing with his fingers, remus blew out a breath, "i'd say i would join you, but considering we spend enough time together here as it is, I'm not sure that it would be as fun."

you shook your head, "you said it yourself, we haven't seen each other in a while - it would be a blast having you there, if it weren't for the ministry." remus smiled at your reply.

soon enough, remus and you fell into a routine whenever you both were at grimmauld place: talking a stroll outside, sharing stories about your childhoods and memories that held importance, before heading back inside for the night.

you were incredibly thankful for grimmauld place. it had become a home, somewhere to rely on if you just needed some bustling of life, socialization, or love. tonight, an important quidditch playoff was on, and soon enough, the adults were becoming tipsy due to muggle alcohol.

you wouldn't have taken any action if remus's girlfriend was around, but she wasn't, so you took this opportunity to help the lycanthrope upstairs and into bed.

"remus lupin, you party animal," you chuckled, helping him discard of his shoes and vest. his face was a bit flushed as he laughed, "y/n, i-i don't want to-to be, but if i must."

with a snort, you shook off remus's vest, "even when drunk, you're still able to form coherent, intelligent sentences. here," you paused, placing some muggle ibuprofen and water on his bedside table, "take care of yourself for tomorrow morning."

remus gave a slightly-drunken smile, "thanks for taking care of me."

you folded up his vest, placing it on a chair in his bedroom, "of course, anything for the best guy around."

he groaned, "you don't have-have to say that, it's not true."

in your head, you sighed, 'oh merlin, please do not a self-pity drunk, remus.'

you sat down next to him on the bed, "rem, I'm not sure where that thought came from, but you are an amazing guy - you're the best. none of this negative self-talk, okay?"

remus laid back, eyes glossing over, "i'm sorry if i don't live up to that all the time, if i changed your perception of me."

you leaned over, grasping his hand, "remus, life isn't about keeping score or living up to expectations. it's about loving the way that you are living and as long as you are happy, that is the most important thing. be kinder to yourself, rem."

remus sighed, holding onto your hand a bit tighter, "ah, I'm just rambling...but y/n, i appreciate you, genuinely. i love you."

pang.

you gave a saddened smile, but hid it well enough that he didn't ask questions, "i love you too, remus."

remus then began giggling to himself, hiding his face between his hands. you laughed as well, unsure as to why, but he had brightened your gloomy feelings immediately. with a squeeze of his hand, you questioned remus, "what's got you so giggly, lupin?"

he laughed softly once more, "just-just thinking about the time i slept at the top of the astronomy tower."

your eyebrows raised high with surprise, "excuse me? when was this, and can we do it at some point?"

remus nodded his head excitedly, "of course, darling. it-it was a few years ago, yes, but quite fun! but, i should warn you - it gets veryyyy chilly up there." his eyes went wide, as though remembering the cold, and shivered. you tightened the blanket around him.

with a smile, you continued, "no worries, we'll bring our fair share of pillows and blankets, don't worry, rem."

remus looked over at you, his drunkenness slowly leaving his body, "can we share, y/n?"

as if you'd say no.

"of course, remus, whatever you'd like."

"hmm, no pillow wall."

you raised an eyebrow, "pillow wall? for what, rem?"

he hummed, "to separate us, but we don't need one...i like it when you call me that, rem."

your face flushed red, but hope he didn't notice as he continued, "i tend to get hot in the middle of the night."

'don't agitate the conversation, don't encourage it.'

"well, rem, unfortunately i'm the exact opposite and i get cold in the middle of the night."

remus softly chuckled, playing with your fingers, "oh, so you may need help to warm up? you know, you could always get warmer...there are certainly some ways."

shit.

you sighed, a sad smile on your face as you brushed remus's hair back, "get some sleep before you say something you might regret. goodnight, rem." and with that, you left the room in a hurry.

you cried that night, upset and angry at yourself for playing into his drunken flirting and suggestive tones. he clearly didn't know what he was saying, but you did, and took advantage of that. ugh, you hated how that made you feel. he had a girlfriend who he loved (you assume), and what you said and suggested...oh god, how were you two going to be friends?

remus awoke the next morning, aware of what he had said. if he was being honest, he knew what he said to you as he wasn't really that drunk. and he knew once you were aware of that fact, you'd be even more upset at him. getting out of bed, remus was met with the smell of tea, which wafted through the house until he saw you outside on the steps, knee bouncing nervously.

the lycanthrope met you outside and without looking behind you, you knew who it was. remus sat down beside you, tonks on his mind as he tried to formulate what he was going to say. nymphadora was his priority, his girlfriend, his love. but why did he do this to her, to you?

"how're you feeling this morning? any hangover symptoms?" you questioned, just trying to move past the awkwardness.

remus shrugged, "i feel fine, believe it or not. how are you?"

you bit your lip, "okay. didn't get much sleep, wasn't able to shut my brain off." or your tears.

remus glanced at you; you looked exhausted and with the fresh-looking bags under your eyes, he knew you cried. and with that knowledge, his heart panged.

you took in a shaky breath before whispering, "are we okay after last night? i-i couldn't sleep because of it."

remus sighed, nodding his head, "i couldn't either, darling."

you cringed, and he noticed.

remus continued, "it's not on you, y/n, it's on me, and i'm sorry. it was a shitty thing of me to do."

you looked down, your fingernails becoming the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm sorry, too. i shouldn't have continued the conversation. it's not all on you, rem."

remus looked towards you but your head remained down, "y/n...i-i think we both went with it but it got real at some point but i did that." he paused before continuing, "let me take responsibility."

you furrowed your eyebrows, meeting his eyes once you looked up, "remus, you were drunk, i fed into your drunken conversation-"

he interrupted you, "if we're being honest, i wasn't that drunk. let me be better, y/n, please."

your heart ached as it shattered into pieces, trying to mend itself back together. he wasn't that drunk when he said those things to you last night? you became increasingly confused, upset, angry, heartbroken. this man had worked his way into your heart, becoming not only a true friend, but someone you loved. and when a flirty conversation began taking a turn, he knew exactly what he was doing, saying.

but you couldn't have him, and the way this conversation is headed, you would never.

"i just want us to be okay," you whispered the half-truth, wishing you could say what you truly wanted from him. that you wanted him.

remus grasped your hand before letting go as he felt you tense, "you are not in the wrong at all, y/n. we are more than okay."

with a nod, you bit your lip once more, "just-just let me know if i overstep, okay?"

the lycanthrope looked over your face before turning towards the street, "i wanted you to overstep last night, y/n, so take that worry and throw it away. i truly wasn't that drunk, and what i said - what i did - was unfair and selfish, and i won't do it again."

you wanted to sob. he wanted you to overstep, to break his resolve concerning you and his current relationship. remus lupin may not have been entirely sober but he was aware of what he wanted, and he doesn't deny it. this was his way of moving on, of validating your feelings and hoping it wouldn't affect anything. he'd get past it, he had to. he loved nymphadora.

but you loved him. remus lupin gave you thousands of butterflies in your stomach to the point where it made you nauseous. you showed up to grimmauld place more often than you liked just for the off-chance of seeing remus. your autonomic body functions shut down and your palms became increasingly sweaty at the thought of him. you were enamored with remus lupin, but he was enamored with someone else who he didn't see as often as you.

you were the fool in the game of love. you were there as a convenience.

you wanted to tell him that you loved him, that thinking of him made you nauseous - but in a romantic way. you want to know what it is like to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to say "i love you" in a romantic sense.

before you realized it, tears began running down your cheeks. remus turned you towards him, wiping your tears. you felt as though you were going to be sick.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he whispered, remorse and guilt heavy in his tone. he knew what you were feeling.

you shook your head, making remus move his hands as you wipied your tears, "ugh, no, emotions are just dumb."

remus sighed with a nod, "that they are, and they get us into trouble."

your mind was racing.

he continued, "but having and expressing them is the most important thing any of us can do. whether we are overstepping or not." more tears began to flow as remus finished, "that's why everyone loves you so much; emotions are your superpower. i love working alongside you, and knowing you, y/n. truly."

with a tear-ridden face, you turned to remus and gave him a sad smile, "thank you, remus." with a pause, wondering if you should say anything else, you continued, "I'll see you inside."

before he could say anything else, you went inside and up to your bedroom, the covers becoming your comfort and safe place for your tears.

you were utterly in love with remus lupin, but he was utterly in love with nymphadora tonks. and while you guessed that remus knew your feelings towards him, he had an obligation to her, history with her, and you'd never compare. you wanted to overstep, but doing so would be wrong. you knew that time would pass, that you'd get over remus lupin eventually, but at the moment, he owned your heart while he loved someone else.

you assumed, that everybody plays the fool at some point in the game of love.

[wooahaes]

a light at the end of the tunnel

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff. comfort.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: one joke about reader being blindfolded by wonwoo (to receive their present). implied death of a family member.

daisy's notes: don't take this as a sign to worry abt me btw, just wrote it to get a few feelings out. merry christmas and happy holidays, my loves. i hope the rest of the year treats us as kindly as it can.

Christmas seemed a little quieter this year than it did before. The two of you made your calls, visited friends and family, and now you were watching out the window as Wonwoo drove the two of you home. Your thoughts had started to drift away from where Wonwoo was talking about his family’s dog again (or maybe he’d started talking about his brother? You couldn’t remember anymore, it all seemed to blur together) to how much more subdued this year seemed. Last year there’d been little holiday parties with his friends, or things at work to preoccupy you both. All you could do was twist your grandmother’s ring between your fingers, the chain it hung from warmed from your skin. 

“Honey?”

Wonwoo only called you sweet things like honey and my love and baby in three different circumstances. The more common one were the nights he was a little tired, but a lot more affectionate than usual, nose nuzzling against your skin as he whispered loving things to you. The second were the moments he decided to tease you, always dropping an ever-so-loving “baby?” in that deep voice that always seemed to have an effect on you. And the third was why he did it now: he was worried about you, eyes unable to leave the road to look at you long enough to try and figure you out.

“Sorry,” you said, shifting in your seat. “I got distracted.”

“I know.” He reached over, squeezing your thigh gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You dropped your hand down from the ring around your neck, opting to hold Wonwoo’s hand instead. “Not tonight,” you said. “Maybe tomorrow.” 

He nodded, “Okay,” and pressed his palm against yours, fingers intertwining. “I still have to give you your present.” 

It was around this point that the two of you had neared your apartment complex, and you’d spotted Mingyu’s car almost immediately. You furrowed your brows, looking at Wonwoo, who was hiding a smile now. He knew that you would notice: it was hard not to recognize Mingyu’s car when you’d seen it so many times. Wonwoo pulled his hand from yours, reaching into the glove box to pull out a long black strip of fabric, his eyes meeting yours. 

“It’s a surprise,” he said softly. “Do you trust me?”

With your life… but Wonwoo already knew that. You climbed out of the car, circling around to his side to join him as he gestured for you to turn around. Carefully, he folded the fabric over your eyes, tying it comfortably. His hand slipped into yours again as he whispered for you to just hold onto him as he guided you into the building and then into the elevator when it came. One ride later, he guided you down the hallway.

“Whoa, what are you—”

That was definitely Vernon’s voice, barely above a whisper but loud enough you could hear it in the silent hallway. The smack that followed had to come from Mingyu. “Shh!” 

Wonwoo chuckled. “They know you’re here,” he said, “hide your car better next time.” 

Mingyu’s warm laugh bubbled up, and you felt him pat you on the shoulder as he was presumably passing you. “Merry Christmas,” he said, “send us pictures later.”

Suddenly, you wished you weren’t blindfolded. You needed to see his face to have an inkling of what way he meant that, and you definitely needed to see Wonwoo’s to know if Mingyu was joking. He pushed open the door to your apartment, and guided you inside. Soon enough, you were sitting on the couch, and waiting for Wonwoo to bring out whatever surprise he had for you.

“Hold on…” 

Wonwoo moved away from you, and you could hear the sound of a door opening—the bedroom or the small bathroom right next to it, you weren’t completely sure which. His steps approached again soon enough, and the couch dipped beside you as he sat down. 

“Hold out your hands.” When you did, he chuckled, “closer together.” 

A moment after you did so, Wonwoo set something small and soft into them. It immediately wiggled, and suddenly you just knew. He pulled the blindfold off with ease, and in your hands sat a calico kitten that was only kept there by Wonwoo’s hand. She blinked up at you, already trying to scramble onto more stable ground. You brought her into your lap instead, and the wiggling stopped as she curiously decided to sniff you instead.

“When did you…?”

“Mingyu offered to come set up a few things,” he said, nodding toward the cat tower that had been put together and placed in the corner of the room. “And Vernon was watching her for us today.” Wonwoo reached out, scratching her behind the ears, “and last night, too.” 

“Wonwoo…” You looked down at the cat in your lap, who was happily turning her head so Wonwoo could scratch her where she wanted. All you bought him were a few games he’d been eyeing up. Sure, that had been pricey, but it felt different that he bought you a cat. “She’s cute, but…”

Wonwoo knew how to read you like a book at times, and he reached up, hands cupping your face as he brought your attention back to him. “I know life has been hard for you lately,” he said, eyes glancing toward the necklace you wore for barely a second, “and I hate that I can’t always be here for you since our work schedules don’t always line up. So now… We have someone who can be,” he smiled, eyes dropping down to the kitten again. “She’s sweet. Seungkwan said a lady came into the coffee shop asking if she could put up a poster since her cat had a litter and she needed to find good homes for them.”

“Did you get pictures?”

He chuckled. “Yes, because I knew you’d want to see them. She said her name is Churro, but we can change it—”

“I love it,” you said. “I love her,” you wiggled your fingers at her, and Churro seemed happy to paw at them playfully. Your gaze met Wonwoo’s again, and you smiled. “I love you.” 

His lips pressed against yours for a long, loving kiss before he drew away again. “Merry Christmas,” he said softly. “I love you, too.” 

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With The Same Title (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven

15 Years (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: Their lives, forever intertwined.

15 years (ao3) - That_cool_weirdo

Summary: dan and phil make a very special post on the 19th october 2024

[or, what if they actually did hard launch instead of posting that jokey video]

All I Want for Christmas (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan plans to spend the Christmas alone, Phil isn't going to let that happen.

All I Want For Christmas (ao3) - sleepyslag (galacticneighbor)

Summary: It's Christmas Eve 2009, and Dan's about to leave to spend Christmas with his family- until Phil goes into an unexpected heat.

All I Want For Christmas Is You (ao3) - Damnisheonfire

Summary: 2009 and 2015 Phan on Christmas

All I Want for Christmas is You (ao3) - Emptylester (timelordangel)

Summary: In which Dan is the best present Phil could have asked for.

catch me (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: They negotiated this heavily ahead of time, the first couple of times they did this. Today, Dan gets up from the sofa, carelessly pushing his laptop to the side, to wordlessly prowl towards Phil: tugged in by the expression on his face.

Catch Me (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan and Phil are a middle-class married couple who wake up one night to the sound of someone in their house, and Phil insists on investigating. Only when they enter the kitchen, there is no intruder but instead they discover a message from a ghost.

delicate (ao3) - snokoplazm (orphan_account)

Summary: Everyone still dances, unbothered by a thing, and the lights still change of colour every now and then. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the shadows they create on Phil's face.

(Dan is 24, has a reputation for sleeping around and is miserable in life. Phil is demisexual and a sweetheart. They meet one night at a club and spend the rest of it together, but not like that.)

Delicate (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: Phil reveals a hidden desire to be treated more femininely by Dan, particularly drawn to Dan's masculinity and how he looks in sleeveless shirts. Dan indulges Phil's desires, leading to a passionate evening of trust, affection, and deep connection.

Ethereal (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's reaction to Dan's mullet. One shot.

Ethereal (ao3) - Sinncity

Summary: Super powers. Dan’s not normal. In fact, he’s never met a single person exactly like him. No one else can move objects with their mind, just by a simple thought. He lives life carefully, limited interactions and semi-non-existent social life. That is, until a pair of sapphire eyes change everything.

family (ao3) - hello456there

Summary: Dan and Phil unexpectedly have to babysit their niece

Family (ao3) - QueenOfAllCorgis

Summary: Phil surprises Dan for his birthday and comes to a realization.

in sickness and in health (ao3) - definitelynotczargasm, dizzy

Summary: Dan knows that something is off with Phil while they're on tour, but how can he help if Phil won't actually admit it?

In Sickness And In Health (ao3) - irphanfic (irawriting)

Summary: Dan takes care of Phil after his gym incident

long distance (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: He looks good: even dishevelled and in miniature format on Dan’s phone, he looks beautiful. It’s late afternoon for him right now while Dan is still going through the morning hubbub, and Dan misses him so fiercely his chest physically aches with it.

Or: Dan misses Phil during We're All Doomed.

Long Distance (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne)

Summary: Phil’s gotten into his top choice school, York University, and Dan’s the first person he calls to tell the news. Dan wishes he could be happy for him, but all he can think about is how they’re going to survive in a long distance relationship.

make me feel (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan discovers a new use for his walk-in closet

Make Me Feel (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Despite the jealousy and the guilt they often harbour, Dan and Phil consider polyamory.

Make My Wish Come True (ao3) - RandiStilinski

Summary: Dan is trying to decide what to get Phil for Christmas, it turns out Phil already knows what he wants. It just takes Dan a little while to figure it out.

Make My Wish Come True (ao3) - sleepyslag (galacticneighbor)

Summary: Two years after the first heat they shared, Dan and Phil decide it's time to grow their family.

nana (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's grandmother goes to see the Terrible Influence Tour.

Nana (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: “The thing is, coming out to his family proved to be the easy part. It’s what followed that’s been difficult, more emotionally draining, more vulnerable. It’s like the invisible wall that’s been between them now has physical form. It has a name now.“

One Week (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: Dan Howell is a rich, spoiled, brat who gets whatever he wants. He’s almost done with high school when he gets paired up with Phil Lester. A punk who is going nowhere in life. It takes one week for Phil to flip Dans life upside down.

One Week (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil, a football player at high school, is obsessed with the quiet kid with his nose always in a book. His name? Dan Howell.

push and pull (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: “I know, I know. I’m supposed to stop assuming people are mind readers,” Dan says as he reaches up to tug at his hair. It’s not quite a nervous habit, but it is something that settles his nervous system.

A fic about managing expectations and unmet needs.

push and pull (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: They’re nowhere near ready to be done, and Phil isn’t always patient when it comes to most things but when it comes to fucking Dan, he has all the time in the world.

risk (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's April 2009, and Dan's friend has a weird new YouTuber to show him.

Risk (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Dan finds himself trapped in the zombie apocalypse.

still with you (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan wants to go on a trip.

Still With You (ao3) - singlelogbridges

Summary: On holiday, pent up emotions from Phil's recent hospital stay surface.

[acewritesfics]

Greatest Birthday Of All Time | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead

Request: No. This is one of the birthday imagines I wrote for my birthday last year.

Fic Type:

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Mentions of reader being 5ft4. This one is a little personal for me since I used my actual birthday and the non-existent plans that I usually have.

Word Count: 1.257

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Y/N is sitting at Molly's bar, enjoying her second Jack and Coke of the night. She hadn't intended on getting drunk with a room full of strangers for her birthday, but it was better than staying in her apartment alone, watching whatever cheesy rom-com was playing on TV. 

This year her mom and stepdad spontaneously decided to go to Hawaii, wanting to spend their Christmas on the beach. Her brother and sister-in-law were in Texas visiting her family, and her friends were also out of town visiting their families until after New Years. All of them left her alone in Chicago to spend Christmas and her birthday by herself. 

This isn't the first time she's spent those two days alone. Christmas alone didn't bother her as much as spending her birthday alone. Her birthday was always overshadowed by Christmas, and she couldn't fault her family and friends for being out of town for it. She'd gone out with her friends a week before her birthday to celebrate it. She'd gotten calls and messages wishing her a "happy birthday" from her family and friends all through the morning. As lovely as it was, she wished they could be here with her on her special day. 

After finishing her drink, she goes to order another one when a man comes up beside her to order himself a drink. He looks down at her empty glass as he orders. "And I'll get one of what she's drinking." 

"Coming right up," Christopher says as he grabs the man's drink before pouring another Jack and Coke for her. He slides the drinks across the bar. 

She thanks the firefighting bar owner, lifting the glass to her lips to take a sip before turning to the man who bought it for her. "Thank you..." 

"Jay Halstead," he introduces himself holding his hand out towards her. 

"Y/N L/N," she also introduces herself as she shakes his hand. "Thanks, again." 

"You're welcome," he smiles, sitting on the stool next to hers. "Not to sound cheesy or anything, but what are you doing alone, drinking by yourself." 

"I'm not alone anymore," she smirks. There was no denying he was attractive, with his short dark hair, his pretty blue eyes, his smile, and the freckles dotted all over his handsome face. He was totally her type. "But if you must know, it's my birthday. My family and friends are out of town and this seemed more fun than sitting at home watching a crappy movie while downing a bottle of cheap wine." 

"Happy Birthday," he wishes her. "I'm sorry you're alone for it." 

"Like I said, I'm not alone anymore," she says taking another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his.  

"No, you're not," he says also taking a drink from his glass. "What did you want to do for your birthday?" 

"I honestly haven't thought about it," she tells him.  

Jay observes her for a few minutes as she looks away from him and down at her drink in her hands with a sad expression. He notices her coat on the back of her chair and gets an idea. Downing the rest of his drink, he stands back up, putting his coat back on.  

"Come with me," he says taking her coat and holds it out to her. 

She looks at him with hesitant wide eyes. "Are you planning to kill me?" she jokes. 

"You're safe with me," he tells her, not easing her suspicion. "I'm a detective with the intelligence unit at district 21." 

"That just means you know how to hide a body and the evidence," she jokes again and stands up taking her coat from him. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, Detective Jay Halstead." 

She follows him out of the bar and to his truck. "Did you drive here?"  

"I only live up the street, so I walked," she tells him. "Are you still sober enough to drive?"  

"That drink was my only drink," he tells her unlocking his vehicle and opens the door for her. Once she's seated inside his truck, he closes the door and hurries to the driver's side and gets in. Starting the car, he turns on the heat having it on full blast as he drives towards the Lakefront Trail.  

"So, what are you planning to do with me, Detective?" she questions as she turns slightly to look at him. 

"I'm planning to give you the greatest birthday of all time," he smiles smugly glancing at her quickly before focusing back on the road. "Have you eaten tonight?" 

"Does peanuts at Molly's count?" she says, joking 

"No way," he chuckles. "First stop, dinner."  

Y/N tilts her head back laughing loudly at a childhood story Jay tells her. It involved him and his brother competing for a girl they both had a crush and she ended up choosing some other kid to go with to one of their school dances.  

"It was so embarrassing," Jay chuckles as they walk down the Lakefront Trail.  

After dinner, he took her ice-skating which she's done before this evening before he drove them to a part of the Lakefront Trail he often frequents.  

"If it helps, if I was that girl, I would have chosen you," she smiles. 

He moves his hand against hers, his fingers interlocking with hers as he holds her hand. When she doesn't pull her hand away, he stops walking causing her to also stop. He moves to stand in front of her, looking into her eyes. "Would you really choose me?" 

"Definitely," she affirms looking back up at him. He stands a good few inches taller than her 5 ft 4 frame. "But I barely know you and haven't met your brother yet so, I could change my mind," she adds, teasing him. 

"Then maybe you should get to know me some more," he says stepping closer to her, the hand that wasn't holding hers moving to her waist. 

"I guess I should since you just gave me the greatest birthday of all time," she smiles. 

Y/N was glad her family and friends were out of town, that she didn't spend her birthday holed up in her apartment with the pizza and cheap bottle of wine. She didn't know what she did to deserve a night like tonight, but she thanked God that she did because it was the best night she's had in a long time. Tonight felt like a dream and she didn't want it to end.  

"I don't want this night to end," she adds voicing her thoughts. 

"It's not over yet," he says as he leans forward lightly brushing his lips against hers before pulling away only a little, keeping their faces close to each other. 

Y/N lets go of his hand, cupping his face and pulling him in to kiss her properly. As his lips press to hers, a heat travels through her body, warming her from her head to her toes. His lips are soft against hers. She can taste the hot chocolate and mint still lingering on his lips from when they got their hot drinks after ice skating.  

She breaks the kiss trying to catch her breath as the kiss leaves her breathless. Keeping Jay close she manages to speak barely above a whisper, "You want to take me home, Detective?" 

"I would love to," he says kissing her once more, before taking her hand back in his as they walk back to his truck, getting to know each other a little more. 

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[jopetkasi]

Thankfully, work came to a halt for all of us on the 23rd, prompting my cousins and me to dash out and buy presents for the exchange gift happening after the Noche Buena celebration. Mine arrived early, so a big thank you to Lazada for that!

I had hoped to tag along with Chris since Dad had asked if I was bringing him. However, Chris is headed to Tagaytay with his family. No worries, I’ll see him on Christmas Day.

Our family's first order of business was to attend Holy Mass. This is absolutely non-negotiable for us; we could skip the festive meal but not this sacred tradition. As always, I express my gratitude to God for watching over me and my loved ones. I also prayed for you, dear friends, wishing that this season brings you not just material gifts, but the true treasures of good health, peace of mind, and genuine happiness.

The festivities were hosted at our house in QC, originally slated for my place. With 30 cousins, their children, my parents, and all our uncles and aunties, it was clear our home couldn’t accommodate such a big tribe.

We arrived early to find the catering staff hurriedly moving tables indoors due to the relentless rain, making al fresco dining impossible.

Family members trickled in one by one. The older generation grumbled about the weather, while the rest were already asking if food was ready.

Speaking of food, we opted for catered meals instead of potluck, which turned out to be a brilliant decision. Everyone raved about how delicious the dishes were. Many went back for seconds, and a few brave souls even attempted a "Sharon" before heading home.

Despite the rain, the turnout was impressive, though the overflow of family members spilled into the living room. Meanwhile, us "titos" retreated to the basement for our own feast, enjoying some chismisan and drinks.

and yeah, the food packs you see are the "Sharons" each family gets to bring home a platter of liempo and roasted duck each.

By 9 pm some of the family started leaving for their homes while the rest of us stayed behind for drinks and games. We were supposed to have a "program" but right after the angpaos and gifts were given, the kids retreated to the guest rooms to sleep or have their bonding sessions. You know, kids.

So that was how Christmas came to be for us. And hope yours was wonderful as well and hoping it remains to be!

Merry Christmas, dear friends and God bless you dearly!

[termitnik]

After a night of delivering gifts you stumble upon a package at your front door...

Hoping there is no sand pest inside, you open it and recieve:

coffee beans

candles and a box of matches

a piece of brain (non-infected)

a bottle of painkillers

May your studies be successful, wishing you luck, strength and health! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

oh dear!!! coffee beans are Always well-appreciated and very much welcomed and i am sure the rest of my findings will be useful as well!

thank you so much for sending something back and thank you for the rest of the wishes! merry christmas to you too!

me with my conffee i made from my new confee beans.... 💞

[h31p-im-10st]

White spots danced across the darkening sky. Winter had come.

The team had traveled north, none truly knew where they were going. They were at this point wandering, hoping to find someone who could help them, or some sign of Zach, a sign of their Tortuga.

Before the snow fell the team’s two un-furred members, Chris and jimmy , already felt it. They could feel the frost against their ‘skin’, by all accounts, two of the three creatures that made chris’s suit were built for cold, but not wind and not when he lacked the necessary fat to protect him from said wind, Jimmy didn’t have that luxury.

The others had done their best to keep the two warm, using their own coats to protect the two from what cold they could.

So when the snow came, it didn’t get any better for the two.

Aviva used her long tail to shelter the two who rode on Martin’s back. They had grown too cold to walk, and as the days stretched on, both grew tired.

It wasn’t as concerning on Jimmy’s account, two of the creatures that made his suit bromate.

Non did for Chris.

That night the team sheltered behind some large rocks, blocking the wind to the best of their ability. Chris and Jimmy were nestled between Martin and Aviva, Koki was using her ruffled feathers to blanket the two.

“You two doing alright?” Martin asked, watching yawns escaping both of them. A small pile of wood a lit nearby to add some extra warmth.

“Y-eh, just sleepy” Jimmy stretched, Chris barely responded, only a sleepy gaze and a rumbling hum.

A silent unease hung over the group, worry for their two friends. They had tried to stay away from the colder climates once they noted how it affected their friends, but this snow had snuck up on them. It was so easy to forget how such a beautiful and interesting phenomenon could influence those unprepared for it.

When night turned to day and the sun warmed the world if only a bit, the crew arose to children’s cheers. Chris and Jimmy were still fighting off their winters sleep, so they were hoisted onto Martin once more.

Indeed children played and cheered, all being bundled up all nice and warm. They were showing off and playing with gifts they had received overnight to their friends. Wishing each and every person a merry Christmas as they traveled.

It was Christmas already?

No matter, the group needed to move, find something or someone they could recognise. Or at least move to warmer climates.

When dawn turned to dusk once more, the group finally rested.

Each and every person wished eachother a silent merry Christmas before letting slumber take them.

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Merry Christmas everyone! And if you don’t celebrate Christmas, happy holidays!

Ask blog is open and waiting for your questions!

Other than that, enjoy yourselves and wish you all well in the new year if I don’t post!

Bye for now everyone!