#12DaysOfChristmas

[heelwriting]

Comfortable silence

Day/Prompt: Day 7 - "The holidays aren't so bad with you around"

Fandom/Character(s): AEW All Elite Wrestling / Hook x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 567

Summary: Hook/Tyler is not a big fan of large gatherings but after meeting reader he feels a bit better about it

@12daysofchristmas

A/N: I know he parties too this is just to fit with his wrestling character and the prompt lol

Being mostly known as a retrieved individual, his friends understood his character and never questioned him about it but then other people they did find it weird that he almost never talked Tyler didn’t understand why it bothered them so much, it wasn’t any of their business when or how much he talked but that’s why for the most part he prefers not going to a lot of parties.

When she started working in AEW, she saw Tyler alone in one of the tables at catering, she already was familiar with who he was so she walked towards his table.

“Do you mind if I seat here?”

She waited for a response but Hook just nodded and she sat down, 10 minutes went by he was mesmerized that she wasn’t bombarding him questions like other people would normally be, they sat in comfortable silence for half an hour.

“You’re new here, right?”

He asked after a while.

“Yes, this is my first day”

“Well, welcome aboard”

Hook fist bumped her hand.

“I’ll see you around”

He said getting up and leaving her alone.

People had told her that was how Hook behaved and she didn’t have a problem with that, it seemed they had started on the right track and just kept feeling good whenever they were around each other which resulted in a friendship, sometimes they even traveled together.

She had become important to Tyler and she felt the same with him, they felt comfortable around each other and for them it was enough.

They had been friends for months and when December rolled around Tyler stared having a bad mood, he struggled a lot during Christmas with all the parties thrown in just 1 month, there was always something to do or something to say and he wasn’t a big fan of it.

“So are you going to Tony’s party?”

She asked.

“Huh? Oh, the Christmas party? I don’t know”

“I’ll be there, you can search for me in case you go”

Hook thought about it for a few days and even though he was still in doubt he thought he’d at least have her there.

“You came!”

She exclaimed, she fist bumped him and then they made their way to the bar to get some drinks, they rolled around a few tables saying hi to some of their co-workers but ended up going outside and sat on a bench, they were watching the night sky, the starts where bright that night and the moon was almost full.

Tyler sat with a leg over the other and both hands behind his neck just enjoying the night while the party still raged inside, she was humming the song being played inside moving her feet and hands to the beat of the music.

He looked at her and smiled, he imitated the drumming from the song to compliment her air guitar riff, they started laughing.

“It’s a good song”

Tyler said after it was over.

“It truly is”

She seconded his words.

After the silence once again wrapped them, Hook turned around to talk to her, he doubted saying what he want to say and fidgeted with the gem of his hoodie, he took a deep breath and just said what he felt ever since they knew each other.

"You know, the holidays aren't so bad with you around"

“You’re not so bad to be around either”

[firstdegreefangirl]

Baby It's (not) Cold Outside

Theme: Day 11 - Music/Songs @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s): Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen (The Rookie)

Word Count: 1668

Ao3 link here!

It’s 11 p.m. sharp when Lucy shifts her head where it’s resting against Tim’s shoulder.

“I should … get going,�� she says, chin digging into his bicep. But she makes no effort to get up, or even stretch her legs out. “It’s getting late.”

“It is,” Tim agrees. He runs his hand up and down her arm. “And if you really need to go, I won’t keep you. But I’m not sending you away either. This time of year, you know,” he grins. “It might be cold out there.”

“Tim, we live in southern California.” Lucy laughs, her whole body jostling against him. “It’s like 55 degrees out.”

“Eh, I’ve seen warmer Decembers.”

“Seriously.” He can hear the eye roll in her voice. “We both work in the morning. My uniform is at home.”

“Alright,” Tim pauses for a moment, considering. When he speaks again, it’s with a playful lilt. “But if you stay … I could start a fire, see what’s left to make of the evening.”

“A fire? In what fireplace?” He feels Lucy’s head turn as she looks around the room. In response, he slides his hand from her arm, down far enough to toy with the waistband of her leggings.

“Not that kind of fire …" He dips his head down to nose at her hairline, smiling against her skin.

Lucy laughs, turning her head and squirming. She reaches down to smack at his wrist.

“You are insatiable!” She giggles. Her head lands more squarely on his chest now, and she’s lying halfway across his lap. He relents, wrapping his arm loosely around her waist to slide her closer into him. Just when she’s settled in, he wiggles his fingers along her side, across the patch of bare skin where her T-shirt has ridden up. Lucy squeals again, and he tugs her the rest of the way across, until she’s leaning between his side and the arm of the couch, thighs stretched across his. She tucks her toes underneath the edge of a throw pillow and sighs.

And still, she doesn’t even try to get up. He’d let her, if she did. But they both know what she’s after, and he wants it just as badly, even if neither of them are willing to say it outright.

“Well don’t rush yourself,” Tim says, adjusting his hold so one arm wraps around her belly and the other drapes down her leg. His hand fits perfectly over her kneecap; they both smile when it lands there. “You’re right, it is getting pretty late.”

“Mmm, maybe just a few more minutes.” Lucy tips her head back and tucks her face into his neck. He kisses the edge of her temple lightly, then starts humming in her ear. He’s not sure what song it is, but it’s been stuck in his head all afternoon. Some festive jingle or the other, playing over the loudspeaker at the gas station where he’d spent three hours investigating a burglary. “But then I really do have to get home. Tamara will worry.”

“Last week she asked me if I was planning to ‘put a ring on it’ anytime soon, so I don’t think that’s true.” When Lucy’s shoulders go stiff at his words, Tim squeezes one gently and tacks on, “Not anytime soon. Right now I just want to enjoy the way things are.”

He doesn’t say any more than that, just lets Lucy relax again. She doesn’t need to know about the pretty emerald that caught his eye over the weekend, while he was shopping for earrings to give his sister. Not yet, not anytime soon.

Just … someday.

“Things are good,” Lucy whispers. Her breath tickles his jaw in hot puffs, and he kisses the side of her head again.

“They are.”

They sit like that, all tangled up, basking in each other and together, for a few minutes. Lucy only stirs enough to reach for her highball glass, dripping condensation onto Tim’s coffee table and return to her previous position.

“What’s in this again anyway?” She takes a sip of the cocktail, watered down from the melted ice, and leans her head against his shoulder. ��It’s delicious.”

He could rattle it off easily, give her the secret to his spiced rum cider. It’s not even a secret, really; Genny had sent him the link in an email several years ago after a friend of a friend forwarded it on to her. There’s a printed out copy stuck in the cover of a bar guide he inherited from his grandfather. He could show it to her, sometime when she’s not sitting on top of him.

But where’s the fun in that?

“I could pour you another,” he offers instead. “If you … won’t be driving for a bit.”

It’s not his fault that the rum cider is strong.

Lucy sits up just far enough that she can turn around and look at him. From this angle, her eyes twinkle with more than just her amusement. He can see the reflection of the Christmas tree lights, the tree she’d insisted he needed for the back of his living room, countless little white dots sparkling beneath her eyelashes. They remind him of the dark night skies he’d stare at during his deployment days, the only source of beauty in a war-ravaged world.

Her hair is pulled into a loose knot on top of her head, and she’s wearing leggings and a faded-out college T-shirt. She’s nowhere near drunk, but a glass from his bar set hangs from one hand while the other trails a line up his shoulder. She reminds him of those skies, a bright spot in a year that needed more of them.

He’s seen her every which way: in uniform, pajamas, casual wear, dressed for a night out, in her finest formal attire, with longer hair and pointed nails, not wearing anything at all …

But this might be his favorite version of Lucy, he thinks. The Lucy that’s soft and comfortable in his space, pliant against him, with stars dancing in her eyes.

“What?” She asks, smiling fondly at him, and he realizes he must have been staring.

“Nothing.” Tim shakes his head. “Just … thinking about how beautiful you are like this.”

The easy honesty sends a flush up her face, visible even in the dimly lit living room.

“You are …" she trails off, and he hesitates for a moment before meeting her eyes. She sighs. “Something. You are something, Tim. I just want you to know that.”

She leans forward before he can say anything in response and fits their mouths together. He slides the glass out of her hand, groping blindly for the end table so they’ll have their hands free to hold onto one another. It’s his favorite kind of kiss too, slow and easy and endless feeling, until they break just far enough apart to breathe.

“I don’t want to leave,” Lucy murmurs into the space between them. Tim isn’t sure he was meant to hear it; other than how closely together they’re sitting. It feels like the sort of thing she’s saying to herself more than to him. He wants to tell her that she doesn’t have to, that she never has to leave unless she wants to, but that feels like too much for 11:30 on a Friday night, when she’s trying to convince herself to stay behind some line in the sand.

As if there’s a line they haven’t crossed together.

“I really should …" Lucy says again, loudly enough for him to hear.

“If you’re sure you’re good to get home,” Tim replies, meaning the late hour and the long day more than the alcohol.

“Yeah, I’ll be good.” Still, she doesn’t get up. “Of course, if we’re worried that it might be … cold …" She reaches for one of the drawstrings on his sweatshirt and twirls it around her fingers. “Maybe you should make sure I have something warm to wear.”

“Yeah?” He’s already reaching back to pull the sweatshirt over his head. Lucy laughs as she helps him untangle his T-shirt underneath it and keeps laughing as he tugs the sweatshirt down onto her shoulders. Her head pops through the opening at the neckline and she grins at him until he’s laughing with her.

When all is said and done, even sitting across his legs, the sweatshirt pools around her hips. He knows when she stands up that it will reach her knees. There’s something intimate and thrilling about knowing that even if she does go home tonight, she’s taking some physical, tangible part of him with her.

He traces his fingertips across her knuckles. Her skin is soft and smooth, and he knows that if he drew her hand to his lips, he’d be able to smell the floral hand lotion she rubs on every so often.

“It’s been a good night,” he says quietly. It’s an out, if she wants it to be, the beginnings of a goodbye. Or, it can be an invitation to let the night run on between them and keep a good thing going.

The choice is hers.

“It has been. It always is.” Lucy snuggles back into him. “If I stay … I have to get up early to go home before shift.”

“I’ll make you coffee,” he offers. “Carpool?”

“Sure.” She wraps both of her arms around one of his, holding it against her chest. “Probably better than driving home tonight anyway. Y’know, because you say it’s so cold out.”

“Yeah,” Tim kicks one foot up onto the coffee table. They should go to bed soon, if Lucy is staying, but he doesn’t want to make her move just yet. He hasn’t actually checked the weather, knows that what passes for ‘cold’ in LA is hardly a breeze in other parts of the country.

But he can’t imagine anything warmer than this, wrapped up in comfort and devotion and love.

And Lucy.

Compared to this, whatever the temperature is beyond his front door?

Baby, it’s cold outside.

[fandoms-are-my-life2014]

12 Days of Christmas Prompts!

Rule Follower

Day 9- I like it in here. It’s peaceful.

Chicago PD- Jay Halstead & Original Female Character & Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz

No Warnings

Word Count-1025

@12daysofchristmas

[jonjmurakami]

Aloha, all! Here's my Calabash Comic Strip featured in today's Honolulu @staradvertiser newspaper! •While we were on Maui, many Christmas carols played on the radio, which sparked several questions among everyone in the car. "Numbah One Day of Christmas" is a local version of the "12 Days of Christmas." We had to point out that beer usually comes in packs of 6 or 4, so where DID the other 2 beers go? ^_^; •This is my final Calabash comic strip for 2022! Mahalo all for reading my comics, and looking forward to drawing even more silliness in 2023! 🙂 •Keep smiling, stay safe, and happy holidays, all! 😊 #jonjmurakami #calabash #comic #comicstrip #sundaycomicstrip #christmas #christmascarol #numbahonedayofchristmas #12daysofchristmas #hawaii https://www.instagram.com/p/CmUhJuDPBXg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heystellahere]

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me one cool nerd!

[tf-starfire]

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[poetrythreesixfive]

Feast Day

On the sacred Eve of Christmas,

my true love gave to me

shrimp sautéed in garlic butter

sizzling by the tree.

The Feast of Seven Fishes,

a ritual of yore,

eat until we cannot move,

then eat a little more.

                    -GeorgeFilip

[heart-star]

The skylanders christmas specials i saw each year of my childhood 🥰🎄. #bringbacktheskylands #collage #skylanders #skylanderschristmas #skylandersflynn #snow #snowman #12daysofchristmas #skylandersboyandgirl #santaclaus #jollybumbleblast #blackrhinoranger #2010s #childhood #childhoodmemories #christmassocks #skylanderssuperchargers #memories #nostalgia #nostalgiaheaven #red #christmastree #christmas2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmkH_N5LUOE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[postcardsofelsewheres]

“Warm” greetings to you and yers this holiday season. The 12 Days of Climate Change Xmas greeting card series was done in 2008. Seems more relevant with each passing year. #12daysofchristmas #climatechangeart #12DaysofClimateChangeXmas https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmj3naFJwBw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gtkgaming]

CaleyEmerald . And with the last day, a dozen drummers sounded the end . . . #warframe #warframecaptura #warframefanart #12daysofchristmas #digitalphotography #virtualphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CmhPL03Pgf3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[canadiancomiccutie]

I’m on the nice list… don’t believe me… fight me!! 😏😏😏 📸 @rmb.99 #cammy #streetfighter #fightme #christmas #christmascosplay #videogame #videogamecosplay #capcom #fighter #canadiancomiccutie #12daysofchristmas https://www.instagram.com/p/CmMSzF0LFM-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heelwriting]

The Football Game

Day/Prompt: Day 3 - "If you don't have gloves, you can just hold my hand."

Fandom/Character(s): WWE/ Wrestling / Dominik Mysterio x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 461

Summary: Domink and reader have to attend a football game together as representatives of WWE and they don't really get along

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When the company decided to fly her and Dominik to a football game to represent them it was supposed to be a huge honor but for once you weren’t a fan of football and it was snowing, no matter how covered you were it wasn’t enough to be around the field.

Dominik on the other hand he was thriving, he seemed to do fine in the weather and he was smiling ear to hear watching the game, he was into the game and as he celebrated a touchdown she just scoffed, he shot her a glance lifting his left eyebrow, she turned her head to the other side, watching anything else to distract herself.

Now she had his attention, even if it was just by coincidence.

By the half of the game the press came over to interview them and take pictures with the championships they had brought as ambassadors for WWE, she was forced to stand beside Dominik in most photos.

Dominik tried to put a hand over her shoulders and she shrugged it off.

“Get your hands off me”

She whispered while she was still smiling for a picture.

“Why? You get nervous if touch you?”

“You wish”

She side eyed him for the rest of the shoot, they still had to sit beside each other for the rest of the game.

As time passed she felt the weather drop and her hands getting colder and colder, no matter how much she out them on the pockets of her coat it wasn’t enough, she couldn’t stay still and even Dominik started noticing, he ended up showing her his covered hand as if inviting her to take it.

“If you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand”

“No thanks, I prefer to keep the cold”

“Oh come on, nothing’s gonna happen”

“You sure that ‘mami’ won’t get mad if you touch me?”

“Guess we’ll find out together”

Dominik said winking and without asking her this time he took his hand and laced their fingers together, he smiled at her and this time she tried to be calm, after all, he was just trying to help her.

After a while her other hand felt too cold and she ended up taking his hand between both of hers to try and get warmer, Dominik smiled at her and then put his other hand over hers.

“Don’t get to comfortable, is just because it’s cold”

“Yeah, I know”

“Dom?”

“What?”

“Thanks”

She finally smiled at him for a few seconds, she did feel grateful because the last 30 minutes of game were dreadful but at least she wasn’t freezing as much now, they might not have had started on the right side but this was certainly the start of something interesting.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Don't Hang the Mistletoe (you know how kissing goes)

Theme: Day Nine - Mistletoe @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s): Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen (The Rookie)

Word Count: 1189

Ao3 link here!

Who brings mistletoe to a work event?

And yet, here they are. Tim and Lucy, side by side, underneath a “festive” sprig.

They’d been doing so well, too, Tim laments to himself, as soon as the first colleague – some patrol officer he hardly knows outside of the roll call room – takes notice. All night, he and Lucy had managed to come off as friends, nothing more.

He’d brought her a drink, balanced carefully with his own and one for Angela, and made sure their fingers didn’t brush when he handed it off. They’ve stood next to each other, with a respectable distance between them, and chatted amicably about neutral topics.

Just when he’d thought they might be able to pull it off, spend an entire station Christmas party together without anyone noticing that they’ve been dating almost a month now, they wind up under the damn mistletoe together.

Everyone else has noticed now, and someone started up a chant of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

He chances a quick look at Lucy, frozen in place with her drink raised just a little too high to be natural. Her eyes are wide, her mouth hanging slightly open.

She’s beautiful. Even like this, half-paralyzed with shock, it strikes him that she’s beautiful.

But he can’t tell her that now, and they can’t stand like this all day. So he nudges her forearm carefully with his elbow. She jumps a little bit, and turns to face him.

“Hey,” Tim whispers, quietly enough that only Lucy will hear, when he gets a better view of the panic on her face. “We don’t have to. We can … settle the score later.” He grins at the last part, trying to break the ice between them, but Lucy’s expression doesn’t change.

The crowd is still chanting, and Lucy seems to notice it a second later. She shakes her head, and the hand not holding her drink comes up to rest on Tim’s shoulder.

Her fingers dig into his skin, through the fabric of his shirt. She rolls up onto her tiptoes, and Tim’s breath catches in his throat.

Just for a second, he lets himself hope. It’s not how they’d meant to tell everyone, and certainly not everyone they’d meant to tell – a handful of people are missing, and there are some officers who don’t need to know everything about their private lives – but he hopes. Lucy is balancing herself against him, close enough that he can feel the heat coming off of her chest, and he hopes.

He hopes she’ll do it. He hopes he’ll let her. He hopes it won’t change anything between them, more than everything between them has already changed. And he hopes it won’t ruin either of their careers.

Then Lucy leans in and …

Brushes her lips across his cheek.

She drops back to her usual height and takes a step away, and Tim tries not to let the disappointment show.

This makes more sense, anyway. It would have been just as telling if they’d refused to play along at all, and kissing her the way he’d wanted to would have been a terrible way to disclose their relationship to the department. Lucy handled an uncomfortable situation perfectly, and he knows it.

Still, he’s a little bit heartbroken at the way he can feel the ghost of her touch on his face, her phantom fingers clinging to his shoulder.

A handful of onlookers boo, and someone – he thinks it sounds like Smitty, but he can’t tell for sure – calls out something about cheating. But for the most part, everyone turns their attention back to whatever conversation they’d been having before the crowd gathered around them.

Only Angela stops to catch Tim’s eye as he lets out a heavy breath. She tips her cup toward him, and her stare is filled with concern and compassion.

He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. She nods slowly, and for a second, Tim wonders how much she knows. He hasn’t said anything, and he knows Lucy hasn’t either. But he gets the feeling that Angela understands the things he can’t tell her.

He raises his drink back at her and takes another deep breath.

Then he turns back to the party, mingling and making small talk like everything is fine.

“That went on forever,” Lucy complains an hour and a half later, trying to fit her key into the front door of her apartment. “I thought we’d never get to leave.”

She’s not drunk, but Tim knows the door sticks sometimes. He’s half-tempted to reach around her and pull the knob tighter, to see if that helps, but she gets it open before he makes up his mind.

“Thanks for walking me up,” Lucy says, lingering in her doorway, and Tim thinks back to a few months ago, a similar conversation under incredibly different circumstances.

“Anytime,” he replies, and they both know that it’s true.

“Do you … want to come in?” He wonders if she’s doing it intentionally, if those words are seared into his memory the way they are in his.

This time, there’s no hesitation when he follows her.

As soon as the door is closed behind them, Lucy is pushing him up against it. The element of surprise favors her over their difference in size, as she presses her chest against his. He catches her by the waist, but doesn’t dream of pushing her away.

Not here, not like this.

Not when their bodies fit perfectly together, and her mouth slots perfectly against his, and she’s kissing him so hard that he can’t come up with any words other than perfect to describe it.

Hot, maybe. Even for December, she’s hot against him, both hands cupping his face like she’s worried he might pull back.

Promising, how she drags one hand down his torso, through the tiny bits of space between them and toward the waistband of his jeans.

Earth-shattering, the way Lucy came into his life two years ago and somehow became the person he cares about most in the world, the person he’d do anything for and who’d do anything for him.

But he can’t come up with any of that when she finally breaks away from him. They’re both breathing hard, sharing the same air back and forth, clinging to each other for dear life.

For more than life, Tim thinks, before he pushes that thought to the back of his head. It’s only been a few months, they���re not quite ready for ‘til death do us part just yet.

That doesn’t matter tonight, though. He’d walk through fire for Lucy, just to see this sexy, sassy smile on her face.

“Well, what do you say?” She tucks two fingers into his belt loop, and Tim knows he won’t be able to find the words to answer whatever she’s about to ask. “Is the score even enough for you?”

Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But that doesn’t matter either, because Tim pulls her in for another kiss. She smiles against him and he adds another tally mark to his mental list.

Moments he never wants to forget.

[patrickxpearson]

DAY 5 - Bedroom door decoration

[nathanxcline]

[tf-starfire]

#12DaysofChristmas Day 3: Getting a boost! . . . . . #hasbro #transformers #generations #autobots #decepticons #g1 #generation1 #morethanmeetstheeye #robotsindisguise #toys #transformerstoys #toyphotography #photography #happyholidays #merrychristmas #christmasphotography #christmastheme #merrychristmas #Christmas #christmastree #christmasdecor #ornaments https://www.instagram.com/p/CmPxyPluIf1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=