Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Christmas Pfp

Which is probably why I feel like being a menace. Inside the shop, I grab three glitter reindeer and a box of sparkly pinecones I don’t need. “You know this is excessive, right?” Nick mutters, trailing behind me like a reluctant sugar daddy. “I’m enhancing the vibe.” “Of a cabin in the woods.” “Exactly. I want Santa to feel personally attacked when he shows up.” To Be Continued...

she exclaims and brings out a gray T-shirt and places it on me looking at it like some kind of fashion police. I take the shirt and I turn the front and find an image of a rock band called blood face with peculiar looking makeup. Jade and I definitely have different aesthetics. She has more of a grunge goth aesthetic and I more of a clean girl aesthetic. People tend to wonder how we're even friends at all but we somehow make it work. “What do you think?” She asks. I try to find the right words to say but nothing good seems to pop up in my mind as I look into the weird white faced men staring back at me.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

The silence after hanging up was…holy. I dropped my phone on the couch and stood, stretching my arms overhead while groaning like someone twice my age. My gaze swept across the cabin again. You know what? This could actually work out really great. This felt like something a depressed and unemployed 22 year old ㅡ meㅡ would be interested in on a normal Christmas holiday. Fire. Warmth. Sleep. I set my suitcase to the ground and tripped over it while trying to get to the fireplace. Of course I fucking did.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

“I pray your breath would stop this second…” “Enough is enough… someone please put the full stop on this lady’s topic. I no longer want to see this ugly face on social media...” “Thank god, I no longer have to pass on to you the fake comments. I have never said this to you but today I am saying it. You are the ugliest girl, I have ever seen in my life. No wonder why Shishir chose that PRETTY GIRL over you. And did I tell you that you are looking like a boiled potato with no hair… but still it suits your PATHETIC CHARACTER."

I take a deep breath and mustered up courage to face my doom. Do you remember how i asked if this day could get worse? Well It just did. I saw a face glaring at me not just any face though, it was the face of Christina Hollister, the one who hates my guts even though I never really knew why. She is the most popular girl in Greenfield High because she looked so perfect. Her blonde hair was shoulder length, her body stature was small and petite then she had ocean blue eyes that complimented her whole body even though am sure she's almost plastic.

Very few people are lucky to have such friendships. I zoomed in on the picture of Christian and Aaron at the end of the article and started staring at Christian picture like a psycho. He was looking freaking hot in that picture. His smile, hair, eyes, dimples… Every single feature of his face is appealing. "Seems like God was in a great mood while creating this handsome. His one look was enough to make thousands of girls fall in love with him" I chuckled and took a screenshot of his picture.

“What do you think?” “It’s stunning” I smiled as he gentle pulled me up and made sure that I was stable before he started to help me get dressed. The dress fit me perfectly, what was no surprise really as Chad always seemed to get me clothes that fit perfectly. I looked over at Chad who had just finished getting dressed in a shirt that was the same colour as my dress and a pair of black pants. He looked very dapper. “You look very handsome” “Its our first Christmas together. I want lots of photos of us. I want to make sure that I look good in them for you”

I want the man who should be off-limits to be the one who ruins me—slowly, deeply, completely. They say Christmas wishes are supposed to be innocent. But mine isn’t. Mine is needy. Mine is sinful. Mine is the kind of wish I whisper only in the dark. So Santa…if you’re listening…if Christmas magic is real… All I want for Christmas is him. His touch. His mouth. His body tangled with mine. His desire unleashed on me. Give me him, just for one night…or forever, as a Christmas present, if you’re feeling generous. This is my secret wish. My confession. My forbidden fantasy. My Christmas sin.