#blue and silver christmas gift bags

[fortheloveofexy]

Right now, Andrew and Neil are waving goodbye to the last few stragglers (Renee and Allison) as they head out the door with an armload of opened presents and leftover Christmas dinner. The others have all left already, all equally loaded down with gifts and Tupperware of food. Neil lets Allison hug him goodbye one last time before he closes the door. He turns to Andrew with a tired smile, still a little tipsy from spiked eggnog and the last dregs holiday spirit.

Andrew quirks an eyebrow at him and nods at the tree. Nestled in the back corner are two little boxes still wrapped in red and gold. They'd decided to wait to exchange gifts with each other until after the others went home, wanting to have this moment to themselves.

Andrew extracts their presents while Neil tucks himself onto the couch. The living room is mostly tidy, the carnage of ribbon and wrapping paper already gathered into neatly tied garbage bags. All that remains are a few wads of tissue paper left out for King and Sir to play with.

"You first," Andrew says, thrusting a box into Neil's hand. Neil accepts the gift with a grin that turns into a yawn. Andrew's wrapping is surprisingly neat, with crisp even edges and a minimal amount of tape.

Neil tears open the paper carefully, revealing the navy blue jewelry box inside. It's a necklace; a silver pendant shaped like a key. There's no inscription, but there doesn't need to be; Neil already knows what it means.

Home.

"Thank you," he tells Andrew, and he knows he's being gooey when he says it, because Andrew gets that look where he's feeling something too big to name and defaults to annoyance instead. "Your turn," Neil adds, because he's capable of mercy when he wants to be.

Wordlessly, Andrew opens his gift. His box is a little bigger than Neil's was, wrapped in soft red suede. Inside is a brand new Swiss Army knife - smaller than the blades Andrew used to carry, but no less useful.

Engraved upon the handle is a single word: Always.

"I know you said you didn't need your old knives anymore," Neil explains quickly, "But this one isn't just for protection. It's got everything; a bottle opener, a file, a flashlight - anything you might need. You'll never be without again."

Andrew considers the knife, his thumb rubbing idly against the engraving. His knee is warm where it's pressed against Neil's thigh, his expression thoughtful and relaxed. Finally, he sets the knife aside, resting it gently on the coffee table.

Neil opens his mouth to ask a question, but he's interrupted by Andrew cupping his cheek with a calloused hand. "You and your 'always'," Andrew murmurs, his eyes on Neil's mouth, "Yes or no?"

Neil smiles before leaning in. "Yes," he replies, and meets Andrew's lips with his own.

[miggylol]

You open it and find...

Brown craft paper with colorful ribbons

Large glossy blue bag

Bright red & gold gift bag

Compact gold & black box

Large newsprint & raffia box

Tiny purple & silver bag

Cheerful yellow heavy box

White gift bag topped with red ribbons

Brown gift bag with green tissue

Heavy large tan bag tied with green ribbon

Small iridescent box tied in gold ribbon

[simpingforthemm]

being blair waldorf's girlfriend hc's

bullets: 43

warnings: none

summary: dating blair waldorf would include / blair waldorf dating hc's

a/n: I love blair sm and I enjoyed writing this for her! I got inspired since I'm currently watching gossip girl while sick and it's a nice series though it has a lot of drama lol. anyways enjoy!

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blair loves to boss you around but not in the "oh do this and that for me" way but more in a "no don't touch that, y/n! y/n I told you to stay by my side!" way

blair is super protective of you and she's kind of like a helicopter mom whenever the two of you are together

she holds your hand the entire time when you're out at a party, acting like you're in danger and keeps you away from alcohol at all costs

if someone messes with you, she won't hesitate to dig up some dirt about them and expose them in front of everyone

she wouldn't do it anonymously on gossip girl though, she would make sure the person harassing you would know it was her, your girlfriend, and that they should stay away from you

or else

you two have sleepovers a lot, you love doing each other's makeup, watching gilmore girls together and cuddle a lot <3

she definitely brags about you in front of her clique and serena

"while you losers are out going to this stupid party, I'm going to the theater to watch a play, with my girlfriend"

she loves to spoil you (her love language is probably gift giving or words of affirmation + physical touch)

she knows exactly what you like so it's very easy for her to buy gifts for you

probably has a list in her room somewhere of things that you hate / love / dislike / like

she knows what beauty products you like, what smell is your favorite, your favorite colour, favorite author, favorite kind of clothes, gold or silver jewelry

when the two of you are in an especially good place she'll probably come to your apartment (or your shared apartment who knows) and just yell "Honey, I went shopping!" and then just have like 10 shopping bags in the living room, full of stuff just for you

she gets pretty easily annoyed with you when she's not getting what she wants or when she's frustrated with her friends (yes, sometimes she lets it out on you)

she's always very quick to apologize, knowing that you're her sweetheart and that you only want the best for her 🩷

you are one of the only people that can help her get through her mood swings and calm her down when she feels like the whole world is crashing down on her again

when her parents got a divorce, you were right by her side, holding her hand throughout the whole thing and being more her best friend than serena ever could

christmas or any other holiday is always so amazing because she puts in a lot of effort to make them special

will do romantic festive dates with you like go to the christmas market, take a walk through the winter wonderland in central park, go to festive little parties together

you probably have a lot of traditions

like on the first day of school you both will get donuts for breakfast or when there's a ball coming up, the both of you will go shopping together

I could picture that you're not that into shopping (which blair thinks is a total embarrassment) so she will pick out a few dresses for you (since she knows what looks good on you)

she will let you choose the dress you want but will whine if you don't choose the dress she thinks is best

"but y/n!! the blue one looks so much better on you! choose that one!"

blair is very bossy and probably wears the pants in your relationship

she likes to be in control

but you make her step out of her comfort zone sometimes and "make her do crazy things", like she would call it

one time blair whined about her high heels hurting her feet and that she couldn't dance in those goddamn shoes

so the next day you took her to buy sneakers, so that she could dance properly and not be hindered by her heels (pic in the collage with the two girls in the red and blue dresses, they're wearing sneakers hehe)

"No, y/n, no! I won't be wearing this monstrosity of a shoe to a party! What if someone will see, huh?

"Come on, babe! No one will see, I promise! And if so, there's no shame in wanting to not hurt your feet and dance!"

She groans but puts on the shoes regardless

and the both of you have the best night ever, dancing until dawn

also, dorota loves you and thinks you're such a sweetheart

whenever you come over to blair's apartment, she gets really excited, asking you how you've been and telling you how "Miss Blair missed you very much"

you're also probably good friends with Serena and Chuck, since these are the people she's closest with

also you and Blair love to gossip, especially about other people

you always have some kind of drama to discuss or some person to embarrass and take down

you're sort of "partners in crime" even though she hates getting you involved in that stuff

you're probably the most iconic couple at your school and there's a lot of attention on you two because on the upper east side, there aren't a lot of lesbian couples

but you're so in love and there's nobody that could not be jealous of your jealous of your relationship

because you're literally perfect together

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[nicestgirlonline]

Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k 

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country. 

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year. 

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield. 

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season. 

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching. 

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted.  He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss. 

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile. 

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay. 

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed. 

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!” 

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying. 

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy. 

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff.  All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ” 

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?” 

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either. 

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.” 

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist. 

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree. 

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest. 

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.”  You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body.  He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms.  You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck.  He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side. 

“I thought we were making up for lost time?” 

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours. 

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together. 

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips. 

“I love you,” he breathed. 

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree. 

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.”  He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you. 

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”  He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat. 

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.”  He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.  

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off. 

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged. 

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

[aquagirl1978]

And may I also request touches #2 with Mitsuhide? I love doting on that man so much!!

Thank you for this request - sorry it took me so long to get to 🥺

Blue Christmas - Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader (ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Day 4 of my Twelve Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader

Prompt: running fingers through hair

Word Count: 562

Tags: fluff

It was a cold and blustery day in December as you strolled through the streets of Azuchi. Your hands were filled with bags brimming with gifts for all your friends, including an extra special one for Mitsuhide -- a small porcelain mouse. 

Christmas was one of your favorite holidays – the lights and the trees and the family dinner of fried chicken were just some of the things that made this holiday so special to you. You had thought this year would be bittersweet, as it was your first away from home, but it had been anything but so far. Christmas might not have come to Japan yet, but there was nothing stopping you from bringing the spirit of the holidays here.

 You had planned to sneak out that afternoon under the ruse of needing to go to the markets in search of new fabric – it was the perfect excuse to go shopping alone to get everyone’s gifts. 

And then you ran into Mitsuhide.

“Where’s this little mouse running off to this early?”

Close. So close to freedom. 

After you informed him that you were going to the market to pick up some new fabrics, you were shocked when he asked if he could join you. Of course you said yes – who would say no to their boyfriend – but now you were in the unenviable position of trying to evade the kitsune somewhere in the market as you purchased the presents.

As it turned out, Mitsuhide was meeting someone in the markets, so it was easy for you to shop in secret. After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing various shops to find the perfect gifts – down to Nobunaga’s favorite konpeito, sorry Hideyoshi – it was finally time to return home to the castle. 

One moment you were hurrying through the streets of the markets in Azuchi, and the next, you were lying flat on the ground. Cheeks warm with embarrassment, you sighed, your bags lying scattered on the ground around you. Your only saving grace was that no one you knew witnessed your fall.

Or so you thought.

Your stomach twisted in knots as you looked up into the crowd and spotted a familiar head of silver-white hair, suppressing a groan as he approached.

“Little mouse,” he said, offering you his hand in assistance. You slipped your hand in his; he easily pulled you up to a standing position. His eyes flickered over your figure, assessing any injuries. He reached out a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, his fingers grazing your still heated cheeks, his touch comforting. 

“You really do need to watch yourself,” he chided, his eyes fixed on a patch of ice on the ground. “It certainly would have been a blue Christmas if you had hurt yourself.” 

You turned to him, your eyes wide with awe. How did he know about Christmas? You hadn’t said a word about it as you were waiting until the 25th to surprise everyone. So who told him?

He gazed at you knowingly, his golden eyes twinkling like familiar Christmas lights. He huffed a small laugh, and as if he was reading your mind, he pulled you close to him in a warm embrace, his fingers running through your hair as he held your face close to his heart.

“Lucky for you, I was here to help.”

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[maracujatangerine]

The Gift Exchange

CW: institutionalised slavery, pet whump, dehumanisation

“Miss Lydia, Miss Lydia, what do you think about this?.”

Coriander jogged into the kitchen, brandishing a roll of wrapping paper patterned with abstract swirls in silver and dark green. The silver accents glittered in the pale winter morning sunlight falling in through the windows.

“It is really pretty!” Miss Lydia smiled, brown eyes warm. “Good choice, Cory!”

The blonde pet ducked his head, but smiled back from underneath his bangs. He wore a soft, green sweater with leather patches on the elbows that matched his chestnut trousers.

Lydia was dressed in a dark grey, knitted dress with red leggings. She leaned over the table to move the pot with the red and white amaryllis out of the way.

“Should we wrap everything into one present, or should we wrap each gift separately, do you think?”

“T-this pet thinks we should w-wrap one gift for Colton and one for Linden, b-but that all their gifts can be wrapped together.”

“That’s a good idea, let’s do that.”

Coriander spread out several seed packages on the table and studied them thoughtfully. Closest to Lydia was a packet with a picture of lush, green sugar snap peas labelled: ‘Mangetout, pea seeds 'Norli' ORGANIC’. Then, there were two packets both marked ‘Thunbergia alata, Black-eyed Susan’, the first one called ‘African Sunset’ in shades of red and apricot, the second one ‘Alba Oculata’ in brilliant white. The final was a handwritten envelope simply marked in Cory’s neat handwriting: ‘Chili, mix’.

“Are you happy with those seeds?”

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia. C-Colton will be able to grow them on the balcony, and i-it will be fun that we both can try to grow the same seeds. P-perhaps we can compare notes.”

Cory gathered the seed packets and tied them together with a neat red bow. Meanwhile, Lydia grabbed a hardback book. The blue dust jacket had brightly coloured leaves scattered all over the cover. The title stood out in bright white: When we were birds, by Ayanna Lloyd Banwo.

Opening the book, she wrote on the inside of the cover. ‘To Linden. Merry Christmas and best wishes for the new year.’ Signing it, she handed it over to Coriander to add his name too.

“‘It is a bit of a risky gift,” she admitted to Cory, “since I haven’t read the book yet, but it seems so good. I got a copy for myself too, and I hope I will get the chance to read it over the holidays.”

They added two bags of homemade butterscotch candy in green paper cups, and two reused milk cartoons filled with gingerbread cookies, the result of last night’s baking spree.

Lydia and Cory put their joint efforts into wrapping the gifts into two neat packages. The dark, red ribbon a nice contrast to the green and silver wrapping paper.

“Let’s go for a walk and send it off this afternoon.” Coriander nodded.

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia.”

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Linden wiggled the pen between his thumb and index finger, deep in thought. Leaning back in his kitchen chair, he looked over at Colton, who was working diligently at the end of the table. With wholly unbroken concentration, he was pulling strips of sellotape from the dispenser and sticking them in a neat row along the table’s wooden edge. When Linden had done the altogether far more fiddly task of wrapping a gift up, Col could pluck a pre-cut piece of tape and stick it in place. It was, as Linden had said about fifty times, excellent teamwork.

“Hey, Col, have you ever seen this before?” Linden asked, lifting his hand for Col to see. With the pen held right in its middle, Linden wiggled it gently, until it looked as if the pen was bending at the edges.

Col’s eyebrows twitched, and for a beautiful second Linden thought he was going to burst out laughing. Instead, his mouth curved upwards into a tiny smile. “Yes, Sir. I have.”

“Ah, not too impressive then. Haha, no matter.”

“Do you need any tape for the envelope, Sir?” Col asked, eyeing the Christmas card laid out in front of Linden.

“In a second… I’m just trying to figure something out.”

“Ah, okay, Sir.”

Col took another breath, as if to speak, then stopped himself. Linden prided himself on reading Col well enough by now to know that it was because he wanted to ask a question. Probably what are you trying to figure out?

“I’ve written my part of Lydia and Cory’s card, but I’m not sure how to do yours. I’m not going to make you try and hold a pen. I was thinking - do you want to just dictate it? It doesn’t have to be much, just a little festive greeting sort of thing. I can be your text-to-speech robot.”

Linden was always cheery around Christmas time. Something about winter setting in, dark and long and rainy, and then being cut through by glittering lights, gifts and music. Today, he felt like he was on a veritable warpath to make Col smile.

“That sounds good, Sir… I can do that.”

“Great!” Linden said, overjoyed that Colton hadn’t taken issue with the idea of ‘dictating’ something to his owner, hadn’t overthought any possible rule-breaking that could come with speaking and forcing his Master to write it all down. “And instead of you signing the card the normal way, I thought you could do a fingerprint?”

“That’s a good idea, Sir, thank you for c-”

“Wait, no!” Linden said, making Col flinch. “Sorry, I’m sorry love. I just realised. We’ll both do our fingerprints. That’ll be nice. Then we’re the same.”

There it was again, the coveted half-smile. Col’s cheeks glowed. “Thank you, Sir, that’s really kind. I think- I, uh…”

“Go on,” Linden said warmly. “I want to hear what you think.”

“I think Lydia and Cory will like that, Sir.”

“I agree. Now, here’s what I’ve written.”

Linden pushed the card over. He’d written a short message making light of the strange way they first crossed paths, saying how glad he now was to know the both of them, wishing them a peaceful and happy holiday. He waited patiently as Colton gave his message some thought, then wrote it down exactly as dictated on the left hand side of the card.

Linden found some stamp ink in the back of a drawer, and the two of them rolled their index fingers in it until they could leave two bold prints, one below each message.

Once the card was sealed, it was time for the gifts. Lydia’s gift was a specially-made book embosser, which had EX LIBRIS - LYDIA WINTERTHORPE printed onto it. The embosser itself was a satisfying, weighty thing, and Linden hoped she’d get great pleasure out of stamping all of her most beloved books.

Cory’s gift was also a bespoke item: a brass door sign with his name, Coriander, printed on it. It had ornate rounded corners which gave the thing a rustic, rather stately look, and although Linden had never seen Lydia’s house he guessed it would fit right in. He had run the gift idea past Col first - would a pet such as Cory be okay with claiming the bedroom as his in this way? Col had given it a fair share of thought, ultimately telling Linden, in a way that sounded more like a sinful confession, that Cory would like it very much.

The two men performed their well-honed wrapping ritual, with Col sticking down the final piece of tape with a flourish.

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This is a collaboration between @whumpzone and @maracujatangerine.

We would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

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[bullet-prooflove]

Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Gift Exchange/Secret Santa!

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It’s a few days before Christmas that Frank realises the silver pendent around your throat is missing. In all the years he’s known you, he has never seen you without it. It’s an engraving of St Michael, the patron saint of police. He knows the history attached to it. Your father had given it to you upon your graduation from the academy. It had been his up until he’d retired, and you’d taken over the mantle.

You’re already in the shower when he gets in. It’s been a couple of weeks since he was last here, not much has changed except the Christmas tree in the corner and the modest decorations that adorn your mantlepiece. It’s pretty, he thinks. There’s a dulcet glow to the room, something soothing and sensual.

He can hear the running water as he sets his bag down alongside your front door before toeing off his boots. His clothes are already gone, tossed by the washing machine in the kitchen by the time he steps into the shower with you. You smile as he leans in close, his naked body brushing against yours under the heated stream. His thumb chases along the line of your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours and you respond to him the same way you always do, a little desperate, a little needy because it's been too long since he last had you.

His palm trails down a little further, fingertips gracing over the slender chain only to find that it isn’t there. You feel him tense before he withdraws, his gaze lowering to the red welt against the hollow of your throat.

“What happened?” he asks, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

You sigh and he sees the sadness in your eyes because that piece of jewellery, it was the last tangible piece of your father.

“A perp.” You tell him, your palm lightly rubbing over the space where the pendant used to hang upon your chest. “He managed to get a hold on me, tore it off. I spent hours looking for it but…”

You shake your head.

“It’s long gone.”

It bothers him that the pendant’s missing. He doesn’t believe in a higher power, he hasn’t since before Maria and the kids were killed but you do. He knows that cops are a superstitious sort, that there is more to that medallion than just a piece of metal that hung around your neck. The protection it delivers, it’s spiritual, it connects to something deep inside. He thinks about that as he lays in bed beside you that night. It doesn’t feel right, you being out there without your faith to watch over you.

“I gotta go, angel.” He murmurs as he presses his lips to your forehead. You thread your fingers through his, mouth brushing over the back of his hand as you whisper.

“Stay safe.”

***

It’s Christmas Eve when he turns up again. You’re in the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes when he steps through the door, removing his boots and hanging his trench coat on the rack. You’re wearing a navy blue knit jumper that clings to your form and faded grey jeans, a pair of his socks are pulled up over the hems at the bottom. He will never admit that it does something to him to see you wearing his clothes, there’s a domesticity in it that resonates with him. You’re the closest thing to a wife that he’s had in years. The way he feels for you, it’s different from what he had with Maria. She was solid, dependable, the thing that kept him stable throughout all the shit he endured throughout his service.

You, you’re a force of nature. You’re the sunshine that graces his skin in the middle of winter, the light that shines in his otherwise dark existence. You’re the person that brought him back to life and he can never repay you for that.

He wraps his arms around your body, his chest tucking against your back as his lips brush over the curve of your shoulder. That welt he saw a few days ago, it’s already fading into a bruise he places a chaste kiss upon it before his breath ghosts in your ear.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh, I know, I can feel it.” You tease and he smiles against your skin.

“Something else.” He tells you before withdrawing.

You turn to face him, and he reaches into the top pocket of his combats, withdrawing a slim silver chain. On the end of it hangs a pendent, your pendent.

“Let me help return it to the place it’s meant to be.” He tells you, indicating with his finger for you to turn around.

You do as you’re told, and he drapes it around your neck, fastening the chain so that it comes to rest in the space just above the swell of your breasts. Your thumb runs over the etching, and he can see how much it means to you to have the medallion back in your possession.

“I don’t know what to say.” You murmur as you turn and meet his gaze.

There’s so much emotion in your eyes, he finds it visceral. His palms clasp your features, his thumbs chasing way the tears that leak down your cheeks.

“I can’t have you out there without it,” He tells you softly. “I just can’t.”

You nod your head because you know exactly what he means. It’s your totem, the power that keeps you safe when all hell breaks loose, the thing that reminds you to be strong in your weakest moments. It’s your saving grace in the midst of the chaos that is your job, your life.

“Thank you.” You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “Thank you so much.”

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Just A Bow And A Santa Hat | Bradley Bradshaw x reader 

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An early gift for all you Daddy Bradley hungry babes, this Christmas. I got this idea while I was talking to my beloved @roosterforme. Thank you for helping me channel my inner ho ho ho this holiday season, bestie! 😘🎄🎅🏼🎁☃��

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Dear Santa,

If you are seeing this, this is all I want for Christmas for the rest of my life.

Merry Christmas, Lyss ❤️

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Gif by Scuddish

You had been out all day doing some Christmas shopping for Mav, Penny, the squad, Bradley, and Leia’s gifts. You loaded up your car with numerous bags. You FaceTimed Bradley to let him know you were on your way home. It started to ring and he answered, but it was no video call, it was just a regular audio call. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?”

You could hear shuffling in the background of his end, “Hi Brad, I just wanted to let you know what I was coming home. I need you to get out of the front room because I have presents.”

He started to laugh, “I can do that. What is your ETA, baby?”

“I’ll be home in 10.” You smiled.

He chuckled, “I’ll see you in 10, sweetheart. I have dinner and dessert ready for you. I also have a surprise.” 

“I can’t wait I am starving. I’ll see you soon.” You bit your lip.

On your way home, you sang along to Christmas music on a playlist Bradley made for you. You admired how all the town was lit up with Christmas lights, the trees were decorated, light posts, and the houses in Bradley’s neighborhood were all lit up. You pulled into Bradley’s driveway. You sent a text to Bradley to let him know you were home.

Y: I am here now, go and hide!

B: I will just go into the living area. See you soon, baby girl.

You grabbed the bags from your trunk and went into the house. You opened the door and were mesmerized by all of the Christmas decor Bradley put out. There was a tree in the front room decorated with different shades of blues, silvers, and whites, It was beautiful. You set the bags of gifts behind the tree. You removed your shoes and made your way into the kitchen. You could smell the food and cookies that Bradley had made. You looked around and admired all the decorations Bradley had put up in the house. 

“Bradley, it’s beautiful in here and it smells so good!” You went into the kitchen and pick up a cookie to eat. You looked over by the couches and there was another tree. This one was decorated with Star Wars themed ornaments. 

You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, Leia is going to love that tree.” You took a bite of your cook and walked over to the living area to see the tree up close and personal. “Bradley, Leia is going to love this tree!” As you made your way around the couch you dropped your cookie and choked on the bits that were in your mouth. “Santa came early this year. Oh my god.”

Bradley was laid sexily under the tree. His muscles bulging as if he just finished a workout, his chest glistening from the Christmas tree lights. He was wearing nothing but a bow and a Santa hat. He held the bow to his exposed cock. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled up at you. He had that hungry look in his eyes.

You rubbed your eyes and really looked at him, “Gosh, Bradley is it Christmas already? Did Santa come early for me?” You bit you lip as you admired him.

“Santa isn’t going to come early at all tonight.” He licked his top lip and raised his brows at you.

You started to blush. You looked down at your feet trying to keep him from seeing how red you started to turn. “Sweetheart, aren’t you going to come and unwrap your gift?” He chuckled.

You shook you head and looked up. You bit your lip and smiled slowly. “What about dinner?”

“I think we can both agree that dessert is going to come first tonight.” He stood up and walked over to you holding the bow in place. He had a little swagger in his walk as he checked you out. He had a hungry look on his face. He stood in front of you, he looked down at you. You felt so small. He lifted up your chin. “So tell me, baby, are you on the naughty or nice list?” He licked his bottom lip slowly.

He held the bow in place as he ran his free hand from your shoulder to your hand. His touch was soft and delicate. It gave you goosebumps your exhale was stuttered. You looked up at Bradley through your lashes. “I think I’ve been on the naughty list and I heard that Santa needs a little helper tonight.” 

Bradley smiled deviously down at you he bent down and started to place kisses on your cheek and jawline. You inhaled deeply and placed your hands on his biceps. You slightly tilted your head back so he had more access to your neck. He nipped at your neck and swirled his tongue in circles. You moaned in your throat as your eyes closed. “Bradley…”

You dug your nails into his arms as he kissed up to your ear. He nibbled on your ear slightly, in a husky deep tone, “You can ride shot gun on Santa’s sleigh tonight. You’re going to have the best seat in the house.” His mustache grazed you slightly as he whispered in your ear.

You pulled his head so his ear was lightly touching your lips. You sucked on his earlobe gently. He tensed up against you. “Oh baby, that feels so good.” He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on the bow, “Let’s open up your gift, sweetheart. It’s a jack-in-a-box.”

Bradley caressed your face as he kissed you hard. He pushed you onto your knees and you looked up at him as you undid the bow. You bit and licked your lips slowly. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at you. He massaged your head as you unwrapped your gift, “That’s daddy’s good girl. I hope you like what I’ve got you for Christmas, baby girl.” 

You untied the last bit of the bow and his erection came up and hit you on the cheek. Bradley chuckled as he ran his hand from your head to your cheek. You grabbed his hand and put his thumb in your mouth. You sucked and circled your tongue around it. You looked up at him with so much lust in your doe-eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you sucked it a little harder. 

Bradley exhaled completely as he grabbed onto your hair. You watched as his cock twitched in front of you. You popped his thumb out of your mouth and kissed his wet tip. You pecked it over and over again, his pre-cum stretched from his slit to your lips. You licked your lips slowly. “I want you to stuff my stocking tonight, Bradley,” you said in a whining tone.

Bradley grabbed you by the throat and brought you up to your feet, “I am going to ice you like a fucking gingerbread house, baby.” He took your bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled on it gently as he kept eye contact with you. “Come sit on Santa’s cock and tell him what you want.” He smashed his lips into yours. He started to tear your clothes off of you. “I wanna see your fucking sugar plumbs, sweetheart. I wanna taste them.” He tore your bra off of you causing the hooks to snap. 

He licked a strip in between your breasts. He made his way up and sucked on your collar bone while he massaged both of your breasts in his big strong hands. He groaned against your chest as your rubbed your hands all over his muscles. Your hands crept their way to his back. Your nails carved lines into his shoulder blades. He kissed up your neck to your lips. He kissed you sloppily. He slipped his tongue into your mouth. You felt butterflies throughout your stomach and chest. You felt the heat raise into your cheeks. Your limbs started to tingle from all the pleasure. You could barely breath, stand, think. Your body was full of pleasure. “Oh god, I really need you right now.”

Bradley picked you up, not breaking the kiss. He carried you to the kitchen. He pushed you up against the refrigerator. He opened one of the doors and rummaged through the side compartments. He pulled out whipped cream and eggnog. He slammed the door and brought you over to the dinner table. He placed the condiments on the table and pulled the chairs out. He sat you up on the table he pushed your legs apart so he could tease your clit with his thumb. 

He continued to kiss you hard as his thumb traced circles over your clit. You legs started to twitch at the tingling sensation he was creating. He pushed all the Christmas decor off the table and laid you down. Your back hit the cold wood, you hissed. Bradley kissed your nipples. He licked them to make them wet. They got hard from the cold air. He pinched and rolled each nipple between his fingers as he slowly kissed down your torso. 

His breath was shaken against your wet folds. You shuddered when you felt his mustache and nose graze against you. You whined as he teased you. He stayed still, admiring how wet you were. He looked up at you as he made his tongue wide and lapped your wet slit. “Oh fuck.” You were barely able to say it fully. Bradley licked and sucked on your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back slightly arching off of the table. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him deeper into you. He started to shake his head side to side as his nose rubbed against your clit.

He moaned into your pussy. He was still delicately pinching and rolling your nipples in his fingers. He sucked hard on your clit causing you to cum on his face. He stood up and wiped his face. He slowly licked you off of his hands. He grabbed the eggnog and poured it into your belly button. "This is gonna taste so good, sweetheart." He licked the excess that started to drip down your side. It sent goosebumps all over your torso. He licked up all the eggnog from your belly button. He started to give you body kisses. He always knew how to drive you wild. He knew how to take car of you. “You taste so damn good, baby girl.” He continued to rub your body and kiss you all over. 

He gripped your hips hard and pulled you into him. “I want the neighbors to know my name, baby.” He grabbed you by the throat and brought you back up to his lips. He licked your lips and blew on them. He pulled you in squeezing your neck tighter as he kissed you. You reached down and started to pump him in your hands. He started to buck his hips up into your hands. He moaned in your mouth as you worked him.

“You are a dirty little ho ho ho.” He climbed onto the table with you. It creaked and sounded like it was cracking underneath you. He ran his hands up and down your body, pressing his fingers into your skin as he slid his hands down. He ran his tongue from the tip of your pussy all the way up to your lips. He grabbed your face aggressively. You looked at him with a sexy doe-eyed look. Your lips slightly parted. “Open your fucking mouth.” 

You smiled and licked you lips. Your lips parted and he spit into your mouth. “Swallow it, Santa’s little helper.” He smiled at you deviously as you swallowed his spit. He seductively looked at you as he slowly draped your legs over his shoulders. He took his Santa hat off and placed it on your head. He pulled it down to cover your eyes. “Element of surprise, baby.” You gasped and gulped hard, you closed your eyes.

Bradley kissed your legs slowly and leaving trails of saliva on your calves. He slid his calloused hands down to your hips. He spit on one of his hands and rubbed it over your sleek folds. He lined himself up with your opening. He teased you by rubbing his tip up and down your slit. He slid into you slowly. A low growl came from his lips. “Oh you’re so tight, baby.” You inhaled sharply as he started to fill you. Your head hung off the edge of the table. You gasped as he bottomed out. 

"Holy shit Brad, this feels so fucking good." The feeling was intense. Your legs started to shake from the pleasure.

“How’s that for a stocking stuffer?” He pulled himself slowly from you and them rammed his hips into you. He fucked you slowly and every so often he would ram himself into you. Nothing but moans, groans, and skin slapping filled Bradley’s dining area. He got on his knees and held your legs straight up. He steadily thrusted himself in and out of you. He threw his head back as he felt himself getting near to his climax. He gripped your ankles tight. "I want you to cum all over me, baby."

He looked down and watched as his cock hit your walls. He could see himself in your stomach. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.” He worked his hips slightly to give you another angle. He felt a new warm sensation rush over him. His body started to tingle as he pounded into you. He watched as you came all over his cock. Every time he would come out slightly he would be covered more and more with your cum. He tore the Santa hat from your head and turned you around. 

"Are you Santa's little helper, or Santa's little slut?" He slapped your ass and you whined.

Bradley pushed your head into the table as he grabbed your hands. He tied them together with the Santa hat. He gripped your wrists in one of his hands. The other grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed some on your spine. He licked and sucked on your back as he fucked you relentlessly. He pulled your hair and slowed his pace. He pushed his whole length into you and stayed there for a little bit. You could feel him throb inside of you. Your walls started to clench his hard cock. He started to shift up and down. You could feel him rubbing against your cervix. The friction rubbing against your already sensitive swollen clit.

You started to shake in his grasp. Your breathing intensified as you started to squirt all over him. "Oh Bradley. I want you to fill me up."

He hissed as you squeezed him tightly. You could feel him shaking. He pulled himself from you and slammed back into you hard, “Oh Bradley! Fuck!” Your pornographic moans lit a new fire in him. He let go of your hair and wrists. He grabbed onto your hips and fucked you hard.

He was yelling out as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “Oh god! Oh baby! I’m right there! Oh you’re doing so good, baby girl.” He dug his nails into your hips as he thrusted one more time into you.

You both yelled out in unison. You had cum for the third time. You were spent. Your body shaking, but limp from being worked. Bradley dropped all his weight onto you. He stuck to your back, dripping sweat, hair messed up, cheeks rosy, pupils blown. He was trying to catch his breath. He finally got up and slipped himself out of you. Your legs twitched when your body’s weren’t connected anymore. You got off of the table and stood with him as he leaned up against the cabinets. 

He had his head tilted back. He was breathing hard, body glistening with sweat. You went and cupped his face, “Best Christmas gift ever.” 

He looked down at you and chuckled. “That was for choosing to be on the naughty list, sweetheart. You should see what I have lined up for when you want to be on the nice list.” He winked and placed a long kiss on your forehead. He draped his arms around you.

“So how about some dinner now, Bradley?” You raised your brows up at him. 

He nodded, “But we eat naked. Dinner is just an energy boost for round two.” He smirked seductively. You kissed his lips sweetly and walked away to serve yourself a plate.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your thighs as you walked. 

“God I can’t wait for dessert again.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this early little Christmas gift. This is all I really really want for Christmas. I will literally go to the mall and tell Santa that I want Mi Tell/ Brad Brad for Christmas. 😂🎅🏼🎄 Happy holidays, babes! I love you all so much! I will see you for our regular scheduled story! 🫶🏼

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[masterwords]

blue christmas

Summary: Spencer finds the perfect opportunity to show Luke that he'd like to kick their relationship up a notch.

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: references to Spencer's time in prison, PTSD mention, reference to Spencer's mother's illness, loneliness and Christmas...that being said, this is a happy love filled romantic comfort story.

Read on AO3: blue christmas

Author's Notes: This is my discord Secret Santa gift for @merpancake! It took me out of my comfort zone and I hope I did them justice. You asked for Spencer being the one to make a gesture and boy did he ever! Thank you for challenging me, and thank you for being you. I know you've had a rough year and I hope that this brings at least a small smile to your face. Much love to you my friend! <3 Merry Happy Winter Holidays!

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It was Penelope’s idea. He kept telling himself that as he stood surveying his apartment, the vintage garland strung up over his prized bookshelves and a small, somewhat bare tree lit up in the corner where his favorite chair should have been. Spencer didn’t like change, and the tree had caused some considerable change but it was the only place he could put it. A lit tree needed to be near a window, on display, and he had to admit that it did look very pretty from the street. Inviting. Warm. Festive. Things that didn’t usually describe his apartment this time of year.

“You don’t have to decorate,” Penelope had said with a smile. “It’s just...you have room, your place is bigger than mine. And we always do this stuff at Rossi’s.”

“Because he has a mansion,” Spencer pointed out with a smirk. She nodded.

“Sure, and that’s fun...but sometimes it’s nice to be a little more cozy.”

What she really meant, he realized, was that his apartment was quiet and sad and more of a place for him to close himself off than anything else. It had always been that way, perhaps, but it was definitely worse since he’d been in prison. She wasn’t wrong.

So, it was Penelope’s idea, and she planned the food and drinks and the Secret Santa exchange...all he had to do was open his door and let everyone in. The decorations came from a box he’d had stashed in his coat closet, way up high, gathering dust. Decorations from when he was a child, things he thought might be lauded as containing poison nowadays but brought back good memories. His mother would put them up even after his father left, she would deck their halls to make him feel something good for the season. And she managed it during the good times and the bad times, it was always something she insisted on. Even if she had never been a fan of the holiday herself, and even if it was the wrong time of year when she did it. More than once he’d woken to Christmas garlands and a full stocking in the middle of July, that was just how it was. And it was okay by him, he’d learned to accept that time didn’t move the same for his mother as it did for everyone else.

And now he was following in her footsteps, throwing decorations over his belongings for the benefit of other people. The garland was shedding all over his floor, scraps of silvery tinsel on hard wood.

Surprisingly, once the apartment was full of twinkling lights and silver garland, it made him smile too. Even the mess was festive.

“Oh, Boy Wonder, you did so good!” Penelope gushed when she walked in, her arms full of bags.

That was how it started, with her oohing and aahing over all of his vintage decorations, over how much space he had, over how many books he had. She’d only been here once or twice before and every time she managed to forget how lovely his place was. Not that she was surprised in the least. It suited him in every single way. “People will be here soon! Are you excited?”

“I uh…” he started, eyes darting over all of the once empty surfaces she’d covered with punch bowls and food trays almost instantly. His apartment looked like a party now. “Yes. Actually. I am.” He was a little surprised to admit that, a little surprised that it wasn’t a lie.

By the time his apartment was full of people, he was regretting it. Just a little. After spending nearly a year locked up, he didn’t do crowds well. They set his nerves on fire and he found himself looking over his shoulder anxiously whether it was warranted or not. In this case, it wasn’t, not even a little...these people were his family...but every movement out of his periphery made his heart jump. He was wishing the party was over and it had barely even begun.

“Secret Santa time!” Penelope exclaimed, waving her arms in the air to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone go find your gift on the table and open them.”

Spencer watched the crush of bodies headed for the little table and waited patiently until it cleared before going and grabbing his, the only one left. He held it close to his chest , unopened, while watching everyone else tear into theirs. Luke in particular.

He’d manipulated his way into being Luke’s Secret Santa, and while that wasn’t strictly against any rules Penelope had laid out he had felt at least a little guilty for ruining the sanctity of random. It was just...they’d been seeing each other casually for a few months, and he’d found himself more than a little bored by it. Not in a way that meant he wanted to stop, but in a way he hadn’t ever really felt before...he was ready to kick it up a notch. Luke looked into the box full of dog toys, little stuffed elves and reindeer and coffee cups and smiled that bright, intoxicating smile that said Spencer had done well. Very well. When their eyes met he mouthed thank you and Spencer could feel the butterflies in his stomach, a warmth that spread from his chest down into his pants. If they were alone right now that smile would be enough to make him drag Luke into the bedroom, it held that much power over him. Instead, Spencer inclined his head briefly, nodding for Luke to meet him in the kitchen.

There, he presented Luke with another gift, one not intended to be opened in front of a crowd. Just a small box he’d been holding in his pocket. An unmarked little white thing with a bright red bow wrapped around it, simple and elegant. “You proposing to me, Agent Reid?” Luke asked with a smirk and a wink. Spencer flushed. That didn’t help that growing warmth in his belly.

“Just open it before I regret it.”

“You never asked my ring size…”

“You know what? I’m taking it back.” Spencer reached out for the box and Luke playfully batted him away.

“Mine,” Luke huffed, delicately untying the bow and popping the lid open. Inside, nestled in a cloudy bed of cotton, was a gleaming silver key. Brand new, freshly cut. Luke grinned. “I’ve always wanted a key,” he said, always the jokester. Spencer reached into his pocket and procured his own keychain, holding up one that matched the key in the box. A little worse for the wear, a little worn down, but a perfect match.

“I’m not sure we’re ready to move in together,” Spencer started, the flush rising from his neck into his cheeks. His skin prickled beneath his wool sweater. “But I thought maybe you’d like to have a key to my place. It’s closer to work, so if you leave late and need a place to crash...or you know...you can just come in. Anytime.”

“Spencer Reid…” Luke said, stepping closer. “Are you sure?” He knew how Spencer felt about his privacy, and how he’d struggled against the PTSD prison left him with. Sharing his apartment in this way felt...well...huge. Unbelievably huge. Luke almost couldn’t believe it.

“I um, yeah. I’m sure. Come here…” he said, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him out into the hallway and toward his bedroom. Everyone was so occupied by their gifts and the music that they didn’t seem to notice the two of them had gone missing. “I got you a toothbrush to keep here...and…” he opened a drawer on his dresser, empty where it hadn’t been the day before. “And your own drawer. If you want it.”

“If I want it?” Luke asked, cocking his head to the side. “Spencer…” But he didn’t know the words to adequately sum up how he felt, so he just reached up and hooked Spencer by the back of the neck before pulling him in for a kiss. Spencer tasted like candy canes, his lips sticky from the candy he’d been nervously eating since the party started. Luke had been watching him with the candy cane in his mouth since he’d come in, it was driving him absolutely insane with want. “I love it.”

“You do?” Spencer asked cautiously. “Really?”

“I do. Merry Christmas Spencer,” Luke whispered into another peppermint sugar kiss, this time deeper, hungrier. He was craving candy canes now too.

“Merry Christmas Luke.”

[disneyanddisneyships]

I need alistar like.. having the best life

Like make him happy

Have his family give him Christmas presents underneath the tree when he doesn’t expect them giving him any cause he’s never experienced a single act of kindness from his dad ever

Like

Please

Make him happy

Make the boy happy

As you wish.

I got so carried away this has more plot than I wanted it to.

Alistar sighed as he made his way through the village. It was snowing out, and he was freezing cold. But he HAD to pick up the Christmas gifts he had gotten for his friends.

They had done so much for him in the past 3 years and he was determined to start paying it forward.

Between getting therapy from Eve, sparring with Mia like old times, and even spending time with ELI of all people, he owed his new family a debt.

And the first part of it would be paid off with Christmas gifts.

Alistar had never gotten Christmas gifts as a kid after his mom had died. And even before that, his father would always throw them away the second they were left out on the floors of the castle.

His Christmases were often spent in the dungeons of his father's castle, feeding the mice that came and went to keep away from the cold... even though the cell was just as cold as the outside. Maybe even colder.

.......

"Larry? I'm here to pick up an order!" Alistar called as he wiped his shoes off outside before walking into the shop.

"Ahhh! Prince Alistar! A pleasure as always!" The older man exclaimed from his seat by the fire. "Come on in! I'll just go back and get your order!" He exclaimed as he stood up and walked further into his house.

Alistar smiled as he looked around. The house was cozy. And is he sniffed hard enough, he could smell fresh cookies in the oven.

"Cutting it a tad bit close, are we?" Larry asked as he came into view with a small red gift bag.

"I would've been here yesterday, but Rosa was having trouble moving her plants inside, Ella needed help with the horses, and Mia needed help with her weapons so they wouldn't get all rusty...." Alistar explained as he fished in his satchel for some money.

"You're certainly helping everyone out quite a bit!" Larry stated with a smile as he took the due amount from Alistar.

"It's the least I could do. They've already done so much for me... and after what I did to all of them... I really should pay their kindness forward," Alistar explained as he took the gift bag and placed it gently in his satchel so it would be safe from the snow.

"Ahhh working for those Christmas gifts! I see how it is!" Larry chuckled.

"Oh I doubt they'll get me anything!" Alistar laughed. "I don't really deserve Christmas and... it was never a big childhood thing for me growing up,"

"Oh well that's too bad! It's a great time of the year!" Larry replied.

"I'm glad you had that experience, sir! I'll make sure to come back sometime! Have a great christmas!" Alistar stated as he put hus cloaked hood on and walked back to the castle in the snow.

........

Alistar walked inside the castle, taking his cloak off and hanging it up to dry before walking into his room to get the rest of the gifts he had gotten for his friends.

The gifts consisted of personalized items for each friend and family member he had.

Ella's gift was a silver dove necklace. Loreley was a silver ring that changed color from red to blue based on her emotions. Mia's was a new dress that looked just like one of her mom's old ones that Alistar had seen her in. Alruna's was a triple ring set that if punched with them, would cause bodily harm. Eve was lifted a sketchbook. Eli was gifted a "free stab" coupon and a new hammer, due to how alistar noticed his old one was broken. And Rosa?

Well that's what Alistar went to pick up.... it was a lovely Rose styled hair pin, along with a glass rose pen and.... an engagement ring.

Alistar looked at the red velvette box the ring came in and gulped. He was beyond nervous... he was never very lucking love, everyone knew that.. but when he had met Rosalyn.... it was as if his whole world could be seen within her beautiful brown eyes.

Closing the box, Alistar picked up all of the gifts and rushed down to the library to put them all underneath the tree.

Just in time. Tomorrow was Christmas eve.

........

As alistar woke up in a cold swet the next morning from a nightmare, he took a breath to compose himself.

Today was the party for the whole kingdom and he had to be the best version of himself he could.

"Alistar?" Came a voice from the other side of his door.

He would recognize it anywhere.

"I'm coming Rosa! I'll be right out, love!" He called as he took off his sleepwear, catching sight of all his scars in his vanity mirror.

A permanent reminder of his trauma and the trauma he caused to others.

After getting dressed, Alistar opened the door to see his beautiful rose.

"Well good morning, gorgeous~" he flirted as he held out his arm for her.

She giggled, taking his arm as they walked into the kitchen. "Good morning!" She replied.

......

Breakfast was loud, and Alistar stayed silent almost the whole time, his left hand intertwined with Rosa's as his other hand held his fork.

"We have so much to do today! Have we gotten the flower shipments in for the decirations?" Mia asked as she took note of Ella's answers.

"Yes! We have! Rosa was also very kind in providing some of the roses in her part of the garden!" Ella replied as she smiled at Rosa.

"It was my pleasure!" Rosa agreed.

"So.. Alistar.... do you have any plans for tomorrow after we open gifts?" Ella asked, attempting to talk to her former best friend.

Ever since the final battle of it all, things continued to be very awkward between Ella and Alistar. Despite how good of friends they used to be, Alistar still had walls built up that stemmed from the life he had lead full of betrayal and abuse.

"Oh! Um..." Alistar trailed off as he glanced over to Rosa before turning back to Ella. "I... I actually have an important question I need to ask you.. bit I'm afraid I'm unable to do that... right now...." He stated with a smile.

"Oh! Alright, no worries!" Ella exclaimed before going back to talking with Mia.

......

After breakfast, Alistar paced around the dining room, waiting for Ella and Eli to be done talking with the captain of the guard.

"Yes just let two or three people in at a time so there won't be such an overwhelming meet and greet with us!" Ella confirmed.

The guard nodded before exiting the room.

"Alistar, you've been pacing for 30 minutes," Eli stated with a raised eyebrow.

"O! Right! What was it you needed to talk about?" Ella asked.

Alistar took a breath. "Im... I'm going to ask Rosalyn to marry me...."

"WHAT?!" Ella screeched with a giant smile.

"Shhhhhh!" Alistar hushed as he looked around the room.

"Wow.... are you sure you're ready for that?" Eli asked as he crossed his arms.

"I'm.... more sure than I have been in a long time.... the thing is though.... I dont know when the right time is.... and i wanted to ask how YOU two got engaged," Alistar explained as he cuddled with the ring box.

Ella smiled to herself. "Well um.... Eli took me on a picnic for our anniversary... and.... he did it under the willow tree just outside the kingdom.... around the place where he and I first met,"

"That... sounds really great for you guys...." Alistar smiled before turning to Eli. "How did you know it was the right time? Or the right place?"

"Like how you knew it was the right time to stab me?" Eli asked.

Alistar's lips formed a thin line before Eli let out a chuckle.

"I'm messing with you.... I guess... I really.. DIDNT know until I felt with my entire being that I couldn't go another moment without asking," Eli described. "I wish you luck.... youre giving her a good christmas present.... your mom mustve been good with gifts," Eli stated.

"Oh um... no not really... I never really got gifts as a child after my mom died. Unless you count my pet mouse, Mike, but I found him when my dad threw me in the dungeons," Alistar replied as he held the ring box in his pocket.

"You.... You've never had christmas?" Ella asked.

Alistar shruggsed, waving them goodbye as he walked back to his room, leaving Ella and Eli to just stare at one another.

..........

The party went off without a hitch, children got presents, parents got drinks, And the royal family and friends of the castle spent time together.

Except for Alistar.

He was nervous. So incredibly nervous.

No time was the right time. Every moment he even though about the proposal he saw Rosa talking to a new person.

He needed to get his head on straight.

As the night went on, more people turned in including Rosa and Alistar's missed opportunities.

It was good he was distracted though, because he didn't notice his friends leaving the castle alltogether.

..........

The next morning rolled around and Alistar was startled awake, holding his knife out from under his pillow and pointing it at..... Loreley?

"Shit..... you can't wake me up like that.... I'm sorry...." Alistar apologized as he put the knife back under his pillow and rubbed his face to wake up.

"Whatever. Cmon! It's Christmas morning!" Loreley exclaimed as she walked out of the room.

Alistar followed after her, putting his slippers on but not bothering to change into his day clothes at all.

Everyone was sat around the tree in the library, practically buzzing with excitement as they all looked over at him.

He waved awkwardly before walking over and sitting next to Rosa.

"Hey um.... Ro?" He whispered in her ear as the others started talking.

"One sec, Eli is opening his gifts," she stated with a smile as she cuddled up against Alistar.

"Alistar, you got me a gift?" Eli asked as he picked up the bag.

"Oh you'll love it, E!" Alistar replied.

"Oh! A new hammer! Thanks man! I had to throw mine away last week!" Eli stated with a smile.

"Keep looking!" Alistar stated.

Eli raised an eyebrow as he brought out a piece of paper labeled "free stab coupon" before laughing.

"Now you can return the favor anytime you want!" Alistar stated.

Eli continued to laugh.

As time went on. And more presents were opened, Ella looked at Alistar.

"Hey, Al?" She asked.

"Um... just.. just give me one Sec, El!" He stated as he turned to Rosa. "Rosa... could we slip away for a second? I have to ask you something," He muttered.

"Alistar um... we-"

Ella was interrupted by Rosa and alistar standing up.

"Sorry! Keep going without us okay?" Alistar smiled, completely unaware of the 20 something presents all labeled "Alistar".

Rosa leaned against the hallway, her head tilted. "Al? What's wrong?" She asked with a small smile.

"W.. well um.. nothings wrong.. necessarily... but um.. I was... wondering... y-you and I have been... well we've been together for some time now and.... w.... um...." Alistar stumbled through his words.

"Alistar?" Rosa asked.

The blonde took a breath and got down on one knee. Rosa gasped, her eyes widening.

"Rosalyn.... will you marry me?" He asked.

On the brink of tears, Rosa nodded her head frantically and hugged him, almost knocking him over.

After a good few minutes in each other's arms, Alistar and Rosa headed back into the library.

"Sorry about that guys! Did everyone open their gifts?" Alistar asked as he and Rosa sat down.

"Well... yes..." Ella stated.

"Really? Then... wait why are there so many under the tree? Is it for decoration?" Alistar asked.

"..... Al.... They're for you," Ella smiled.

"... w..... what?" His voice cracked.

"... Alistar... everyone deserves to have a christmas.... so we... we all got you a present for each year you never had one," Ella stated, holding her breath.

In that moment? Alistar realized what he had been missing out on.

He never had a biological family who cared enough to do any of this... but he always had a family who did.

And every time it was always Ella.... and now... he had even more family members to rely on.

[writefightandflightclub]

That special something: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader (a fluffy, cute Christmas story!)

A/n: wrote this quickly on Xmas morning while everyone else in the house was still asleep! If you want some romantic, cute, Hallmark movie Santi vibes this Xmas, this is my present to you! Just a quick one (and I’ll come back and proof later as I’m sure it will be needed!)! Merry Christmas lovelies, ILYSM! 🧡

Gif: @fernandabarrera

Rating: general audiences (but my blog is 18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: alcohol mentions.

The last minute rush of Christmas Eve panic-buyers has finally died down, the shelves of your cosy little artisan store almost emptied of goods.

After an exhausting day of supporting frazzled shoppers to secure the perfect purchases, you are now mentally slipping into festive mode. You’re polishing off a glass of the mulled wine you’d been handing out to customers, humming along to the lilting Christmas tunes as you finish cashing-up, and you even imagine you’ll be able to close-up on schedule until-

-The bell above the door tinkles once more, indicating a new arrival. You have to suppress an audible groan as you turn towards the noise, but you plaster on your game face. You can do this. Just one more customer.

“Merry Christmas Eve! Let me know if I can help you to find that special something,” you recite, the words spilling out on a weary auto-pilot. Your words, however, falter as you turn towards the man who has just stepped inside.

For a moment, you imagine that you might have finally fallen asleep on your feet, or perhaps slumped over the counter. This patron is handsome enough that you could believe you have slipped into a Hallmark-inspired dream.

Your eyes travel down the length of him, and back up again. Sturdy black, lace-up combat boots adorn his feet, leading up to a pair of fitted blue jeans, denim pulling taut around his ample thighs. He’s bundled up in a grey wool coat and midnight blue scarf, looking deliciously cosy, melting flakes of snow adorning his shoulders. And then, there’s his entire head and face area to enjoy.

Damn.

He’s certainly handsome.

His every feature (lips, nose, eyes, brows, cheekbones) is stand-out, yet somehow still harmonious. His brown skin is decorated with a layer of greying scruff along that mighty Disney-Prince jaw. His head is adorned with silvered curls -as perfectly swirled and placed as the ribbons you’ve been gift-wrapping with today- which have been dusted with a sprinkling of snowflakes.

You smile, and as he returns it and the creases radiate out from around his eyes you wonder if winter has suddenly passed and it is spring already, for a flutter of warmth dances in your belly.

As he turns, clasping the door shut behind him to preserve the heat, you first of all plant your hands firmly on the surface of your counter, squeezing the edge. Second of all, you spot the sizeable backpack he has slung over his shoulders. He’s likely fresh from the airport you reckon, just in time for Christmas. A squashy neck pillow is clipped to his bag, and the size of it is more substantial than a day-pack. You wonder idly who he’s visiting for the season.

As he turns back towards the interior, his dark, chestnut eyes do a sweep of you, and then of the stock. He runs a hand over his scruff before taking a few steps inside, his large pack now looking like a hazard as he meanders through the walkways between the precarious displays.

“Would you like to set that down by the counter?”

He lifts his eyebrows and pops his AirPods from his ears. “Sorry, I…”

You try to repeat the question, but with his warm eyes directly on you it takes a moment to push the words out. “Would you like to set your bag down? While you browse?”

He flutters his eyelashes at you while he thinks, and your middle turns to honey.

“Thanks. Been a hell of a trip.” You idly wonder where he’s travelled from. His weariness makes you suspect a little further than a quick hop. You watch the man puff as he emancipates himself from his pack, setting it down at the foot of the counter. You see the glimpse of a jaunty, roll-neck Christmas jumper as he unfurls his scarf too, setting that down as well as the warmth of your store envelops him.

He smiles and nods at you as he commences his browse around your display stands and shelves, scanning every inch of your store. Pausing sometimes in front of some items and rocking foot to foot as he ponders. Picking up little trinkets and items and turning them over contemplatively in his broad hands. Replacing each carefully and stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets -pulling them tight over his rump- as his face scrunches in deep consideration, lips coming to a pout and brows knitting.

Watching him, you find yourself suddenly and entirely ambivalent to the fact you’d just been about to shut up shop; despite having promised yourself yourself only moments before his arrival that you were out of here. Still, you suppose you do have places to be tonight. Stunning as he is, you feel you should probably make some attempt to expedite his purchasing.

Doing your non-intrusive shopkeeper walk, you emerge from behind the counter and round to the door, subtly flipping your sign to “closed” for good measure. Then, you round towards the man, stepping up beside him, your hands clasped neatly in front of you. “Can I help you find that special something?”

He turns. Smiles at you. Points up with his index finger, his eyebrows jumping towards his hairline. “That’s the name of the shop.” You enjoy the gravel in his voice, rough and thawing like gritted sidewalks.

It is. Special somethings.

This close, you notice that his cheeks and the tip of his nose are ruddy from the cold. You notice the subtle dusting of freckles on his nose too. Your face feels suddenly warm. “It is. So can I help you find anything special? Is there someone specific you’re shopping for?”

He rocks from foot to foot again. Saws his hand back and forth over his stubble and you hear it bristle. The sound sends a hum of electricity which beds down under your skin. “I was supposed to pick something up before I left Colombia.” He shakes his head. “I really don’t know what to bring them.”

Parents? Friends? Spouse and/or children?

Is it unprofessional to be willing so hard that he be single?

You smile softly as his eyes flick back to pore over the shelves. He seems on edge. Whoever he is visiting for the holidays, it must be a big deal.

“I can help with that,” you soothe. “We can find something perfect.”

He runs a nervous hand through his curls, displacing them into something even more wonderful. He emits a one-noted laugh, offering you a lazy flash of teeth. “Bottle of tequila’s not going to cut it this time. My buddy…” You can’t help but note the affection he imbues those words with. “He and his wife have invited me over to their place. For Christmas.” He pumps his eyebrows, as if he can’t quite comprehend their gesture.

You make your eyes wide, showing that you are listening. It’s not hard - in truth, you are rapt.

“Okay,” you nod. “We can work with that.” You look hastily around the low-stocked shelves. “A classic gift to ease along their Christmas, and show your gratitude, right?”

He huffs air out from between those kissable lips. “More like a ‘sorry for being here’ kinda thing.” He laughs but it is a terse, self-deprecating sound. “Got anything for that?”

You start to walk in a direction and with your hand you wave him along with you. He follows. “I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see you!” You know you’re certainly delighted to see him. There’s a lot to look at. “Now, what about this?” You pass the item into his hands, your fingers brushing his, and he turns it over in his palms like he had all the others.

“I dunno,” he sighs. “This is great but I…” He chews on his lip, and you wait patiently for him to finish his sentence. “I’ve been away a long time. And I haven’t been the best at… I haven’t really been… He’s my best friend, you know, and I…”

You don’t know, because he’s not finishing any of his sentences, but at the same time; you get it. You can fill in some of the blanks. His buddy means a lot to him. He’s been away for a while, and now he feels like he’s at a deficit. That he has something to make up for. That he doesn’t fully deserve his friend’s freely offered invitation to spend their special day with them.

“Okay,” you reassure softly, slipping the item from his hands and placing it haphazardly back on the shelf. “We can keep trying.”

You hover a hand around his elbow, and lead him over towards the next stand you have in mind, following the same routine. You pass a series of objects to him and he turns them over and around; but not a single one seems to spark anything. Not a single item seems good enough. Nothing, to him, feels adequate enough to gift to this man who clearly means a lot to him. Nothing seems adequate to make up for the gesture he sees as far too generous. That he sees as an intrusion.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, upon seeing you surreptitiously checking the clock on the wall. “Shit, look at me. It’s Christmas Eve. You probably have somewhere to be. I’m such as ass.” He’s been unconsciously stalling, you think. He’s nervous about going to his buddy’s house. And, truth be told, if your store can provide him a temporary haven, then you are more than content to be a little late in catching-up with your friends tonight.

Feeling bold, you place your hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it. I’ve got the perfect thing.”

His eyes settle on you for a moment as you lean in, your voice warm and smooth and enticing like a mug of hot chocolate. His gaze flits gently over your face. “For real?” You quash the vague urge to bite his sizeable earlobe.

“Yeah!” You enthuse, an excited smile spreading over your face. “Come here. Over to the counter.”

You skip over there, your mellow shopkeeper walk forgotten, and you grab something up from the counter, waiting for him to cross to you.

The man obediently stands in front of you, clearly intrigued by the gleeful, slightly mischievous expression on your face.

Then, once he’s stood still, you produce a large, shiny Christmas bow from behind your back, the backing already peeled off to expose the adhesive. Next, with a flourish, you stick it ceremoniously on to his coat, patting it down firmly to affix it to the right side of his chest.

He compresses his chin into his chest to peer down at it, a surprised smile crinkling his nose. “What’s this?”

“It’s you.” Your eyes shine brightly as you explain. “You are the perfect special something to take to your friend’s house.”

His warm eyes search yours, his doubtful tongue darting along his lower lip.

With careful fingers, you fluff out the shiny, elaborate bow, making it perfect. “Really,” you insist. “You clearly have so much love for your friend. And, I’d guess, from the fact you’re invited to share their special day with them, that you mean just as much to them too.” On instinct, you reach up to smooth the lapels of his coat with your palms. “I don’t care how long it’s been since you saw them. You don’t need to be nervous. Nothing you can arrive with is going to be a better present than you being there with them - allll the way from Colombia- just like they wanted.”

His eyes grow misty with a depth of feeling. His lips hover between round shapes of stunned silence and curved watery smiles. His gaze flits all over your face again, until he is finally overcome by a 100-watt smile. “Alright. Then how much for the fancy bow?” He taps it proudly with his index finger.

“Free of charge,” you smile, batting your lashes at him.

“That’s a terrible business model.”

You release a bright laugh. “Silly! I’m just trying to get you out of my shop.” You nod towards the sign on the door. “Don’t you know we’re closed?”

His eyes sparkle as he receives your joke, and you cling on to the sweet, eddying feeling his smile inspires. You each linger there a moment more, until the man finally nods, sweeping up his pack from the floor and replacing it on his back, careful not to disturb the new shiny ornament adorning his chest. “I’d better get going then,” he revs softly, and -you think- as reluctant as you are to part ways. Stalling now for an entirely different reason.

It is as much as you can do to nod, smile fondly, and fold your arms around your middle.

“You, uh, got some nice plans for Christmas?” he asks as you walk him towards the door, dragging out the moment as far as is humanly possible.

“Yeah,” you tilt your head from side to side. “Spending it with my friend Frankie, his wife Ava and their kid. Think they took pity on me.”

Your patron looks at you very curiously then, a wild sparkle of delight dancing in his beautiful warm eyes. “Huh. Frankie sounds a lot like my buddy. The type to take in strays at Christmas.”

“Something like that,” you smile, then, to your surprise, your patron leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek in a chaste kiss, the tip of his nose still cold as he sinks it into the soft cushion of your face.

A giddy delight rises in your stomach. It is something like butterflies; spring already in the depths of mid-winter. Then, your customer grins. “I’ve a feeling I’ll be seeing you again,” he ventures.

“I hope so,” you bravely venture back as he steps out into the cold, snowflakes once again dusting him, like icing sugar all over a delightful snack.

“And hey,” the man says before he turns from you to plod along the street. “Thank you.” You look at him quizzically. What for? He looks you up and down once more, drinking you in like a measure of warming mulled alcohol. “For helping me find something special, just in time for Christmas.”

You heart thuds wildly as you watch him walk away, his words laced with a subtle double-meaning.

You close up the shop, pleased that you stuck around to serve that one last customer. He didn’t buy anything, but he might just be the best gift you’ve had all year.

You giggle to yourself as you pull the shutter.

Makes perfect sense that you stuck a bow on him, you think.

[sofya-fanfics]

Secret Santa

Fandom : Spy x Family

Relationship : Damian x Anya

I got inspired by @youneedsomeprompts' holiday event prompts : Secret Santa.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : A few days ago, Becky decided to bring their whole class together to draw for Secret Santa. Damian had drawn Anya's name. Since then, all he could think about was what he could give her.

Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.

AO3 / FF.NET

Damian headed for the Christmas market. He had spent the whole afternoon looking at the stores, but he could not find the perfect gift. He put his hand in his pocket and squeezed the paper there. He sighed. Anya's name was written on this paper.

A few days ago, Becky decided to bring their whole class together to draw for Secret Santa. He had drawn Anya's name. Since then, all he could think about was what he could give her. Nothing seemed good enough to him. He could buy her peanuts or a Bondman goodie. He shook his head violently. This is nonsense, he thought. He could not give her such an insignificant gift. Even if he was sure that Bondman's goodie would please her. He wondered who she had drawn. He hoped that it was his name, even though he knew it was improbable.

He arrived at the Christmas market and looked at the stalls. Nothing seemed to suit. He wanted to give her the perfect gift, but he was starting to believe it did not exist. He walked towards a stall where several jewels were set. He opened his eyes wide when he saw one piece of jewelry in particular. It was a silver chain and a glass marble-shaped pendant. Inside the pendant, a green butterfly was engraved.

He had just found the perfect gift for Anya. He could perfectly imagine her with this pendant around her neck. He showed the seller the pendant he wanted to buy and paid. He spent the rest of the day with a huge smile on his face. He could not wait to give Anya his gift.

******

A week had passed. There were only a few hours left before classes ended and Christmas holiday began. All day long, his classmates had been exchanging gifts, discovering who their secret Santa was. Damian had not gotten a gift and he had not given Anya hers yet.

It was noon and Anya was alone in the classroom, finishing a homework they had to hand in. All morning Becky had stayed with her. Now that she was alone, it was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked towards her. Anya looked up at him, surprised. Damian's heart was racing in his chest, his hands were sweaty. He wondered for a second if he would succeed in giving her the gift.

“It's for you. I'm your Secret Santa.”

He handed her the small rectangular light blue gift package tied by a silver bow. He knew he had been a little abrupt, but he was so nervous he did not know how to do it. He could not act normally. Anya accepted the gift and opened it. She opened her eyes wide as she saw what was inside.

“If you don’t like it, I can offer you something else. A Bondman figurine, for example.”

You idiot, he thought. He wanted to slap himself. Why had he said that ? Anya took the pendant out and looked at it.

“That's superb !” She exclaimed. “This is the most beautiful jewelry I have seen.”

Damian blushed. Anya tied the pendant around her neck. She had a huge smile on her face and Damian could see that she was blushing too.

“I have something for you too.”

She took her bag and rummaged inside. She took out a red gift package with designs of snowflakes.

“I’m your secret Santa.”

She handed him the gift, embarrassed. It was the first time Damian had seen her so insecure. He took the package and opened it. He discovered a navy blue scarf. He looked at it a little closer and saw that it was handmade. He opened eyes wide. She had knitted the scarf herself.

“I couldn’t afford to give you a gift like you’re used to getting,” she said, almost as if she was apologizing. “So I thought knitting you this scarf would be a good idea.”

It was true that he was used to get gifts from the most luxury stores. Yet, the scarf he was holding was the best gift anyone had given him. She had spent time trying to please him. It was the first time someone had this kind of attention for him. It touched him. More than he would have thought. He put the scarf around his neck.

“Thank you,” he said.

Anya smiled at him and Damian rose the scarf up on his nose to hide his red cheeks. Anya had liked his gift and she was his secret Santa. It was the best Christmas he had ever had.

The end

[gettinshiggywithit]

「ᴛɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ~」

Scenario:Gift Shopping With Yosano

Pairing: akiko Yosano x fem!reader(platonic)

Genre: fluff

A/N:Hi everyone! Hope everything thing is great and your Christmas has been merry ☺️ I got myself to write and i hope yall like it!

It was the Christmas season and yosano had gifts to buy!

And of course she made her bestie come along with her, an extra set of hands never hurt anyone~

“So, kiko, where to first?” You asked, arm interlocked with akiko.

“Hmm i think we’ll start with some dress shopping?Finding some new Christmas outfits sounds like a good place to start~” she said as she dragged you into a department store.

Red,green,black and even navy blue.

about a thousand dresses had been tried on between the two of you.

“Hmm how does this look on me?” She asked as she twirled in a sequined navy blue dress. Of course she looked magnificent, and she knew it, but your opinion meant a lot to her too.

“I think this one suits you best ‘kiko!l it goes perfectly and with the pearls you bought the other day, it’d be perfect!” You said matter of factly.

“Hmm i think you’re right! I’ll get this one, but what about you?” She asked as she disappeared back into the changing room to change back into her regular clothes.

“Hmm i think ill get the black dress i wore earlier!”

“The one with the star detailing?”

“Yup that’s the one!”

“Ooh that one didd look great on you~perfect choice y/n”

She stepped out of the dressing room and the two of you paid and checked out.

You also got a pair of black wedge heels while she chose some silver ballet heels.

“Now what?” You asked

“Now for present shopping, i havent bought the other’s gifts yet.” She said as she looked through her bag for what you assumed was a list “what about you?,” she resumed after pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.

“Yeah even I haven’t started on that yet…” you replied.

“Oh well then! Dont let me see my present.”she said with a wink

You laughed along, but little did she know you’d already bought her present! A gold and silver necklace with a butterfly charm to match her head piece.

You continued on and watched as she bought atsushi a new pair of boots, dazai,a few roles of bandages, Kunikida,a new pen(he keeps breaking his thanks to dazai),kenji a new hat, fukuzawa, a cat plushie, ranpo a gift voucher for the local sweet shop,kyouka a new bunny plushie,haruno a new blouse,mii a Christmas themed cat-costume and the tanizakis a pair of matching sweatshirts.

You followed suit and bought your colleagues presents as well and after all of that tedious work, you both gave the gifts over to be wrapped and headed to the spa to relax,after which you headed back to the ada apartments,bid farewell to eachother and it was then that you realised you hadnt seen what she’d bought for you…

Sneaky…how so very yosano of her

“Well,” you said to yourself as you snuggled in with a cup of hot cocoa, “guess ill have to wait and see.”

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[taste-thewaste]

Happy wip Wednesday!!

Y’all are so lucky because today’s WIP Wednesday comes with some words AND a song. I’m gonna share a couple bits from recently posted chapter of “Your Lipstick, His Collar”, the Alex!College Jock and Henry!Scene Kid AU that @england-would-fall and I are working on. Chapter 3 is up now and we’d both be chuffed if you gave it a read :)

Chapter 3 revolves around a song so click here for some nostalgic fall out boy, and click here for the chapter. Ok let’s gooooo

Finally, he digs his iPod mini out of the bag and jams the earbuds into his ears. The iPod was a gift from June for his seventeenth birthday, and he still remembers her laughing because she thought he was going to hate the color she’d bought: a vibrant pink rather than the electric blue, green, or silver, but the joke had been on her because he loves it, even has shoes to match. Whenever he comes home, June loads music on it for him because if it’s up to him, he’ll listen to the same three songs on repeat and be totally happy with it. At Christmas, she’d put tons of new stuff on there, most of which he hasn’t bothered to listen to yet, and he knows she’ll ask about it when he gets home, so as he stretches, he scrolls and finds something.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This isn’t really pop music, though. He can’t put his finger on what this is, precisely, but it’s not his typical taste. Still, he supposes there’s something to it, isn’t there, because he’s heard of Fall Out Boy before. Some people like them. Not him, though. Definitely not. He’s busy mulling over the subtext of the lyrics, thinking of his mystery Golden God and how he’s taken over his thoughts, how he quite literally used to dream about being alive and now he wastes all his time dreaming of him, when he looks up and sees the blonde legend himself arguing with a friend while carrying a box out of the resident hall that Alex is running past.

In typical fashion, he begins to panic almost immediately. He is sweating (why is he always sweaty when this boy is around?), wearing the ugliest clothes he owns, and feeling more caught off guard than ever. The boy, on the other hand, is mouthwateringly gorgeous as always. His blonde hair has gotten so much longer, and fuck, Alex wants to push his fingers through it. He’s wearing the tightest jeans that Alex has ever seen a guy wear before, and he throws a note of thanks to whatever God might be up there for this, because he can clearly, clearly see the outline of something in his pants.

Thank you for the tags @england-would-fall @luainthewild and @wordsofhoneydew! Your stuff is amazing as always!!

No pressure tags for @onthewaytosomewhere @sunnysideprince @henrysfox and anyone else who wants to!

[avalentina]

Harry Styles and The Most Difficult Time of the Year!

It's here! The first one-shot for my Holiday Spectacular.

“Lovie, we’ve been at this for hours, are you done yet?” H asked me. H as in Harry Styles, my boyfriend, who is being a very good sport while helping me with my Christmas Shopping.

“I’d be closer to being done if you would actually tell me what you want for Christmas H.” I reply in a slightly snarky manner as ive been attempting to get my answer to this question out of him since September.

“All I want for Christmas is You, baby.” H said back.

“Mariah Carey? Seriously H?” I say before turning into a kitchenware stall at the Christmas Market, and selecting a bells with holly cookie cutter for my mother. I’ve been giving her one every year since I was 6 and she let me help her make the sugar cookies. “Now I just need something for your mum,” I say after tucking the cookie cutter into the bag with the gifts for my dad, sister, and brother.

“I already have our gift for my mum.” H says to me, and quite matter of factly at that. “Now come on, let's get some cocoa to go, I wanna wrap you up, tie you in a bow, and put you under the Christmas tree for me.” You both laugh at that.

A few hours later, you've finally returned from the market and are getting your big wrapping station set up in your art room. It's huge. Big enough for quite literally every medium of art you do. Harry was happy to adjust his renovation plans when you agreed to move in with him just shy of a year ago. There are only two things in this lower level, your art room, and Harry's Studio. The music softly making its way through the sound panels for the instruments and that first croon Harry does. Though lately, Harry has been having the sound proofing on so nothing goes beyond his studio walls. And whenever you ask him about it his answer is the exact same, “You'll hear it one day Lovie, it is for you after all. Not until that one day though, there will be no spoilers.” That last line is your favorite because he glares at his mates, Mitch and Kid especially since he knows you're pretty close with them.

Now as Harry is chilling in the lounge chair in your art room singing acoustic Christmas songs while you wrap gifts, you stop every so often and turn to him.

“H, I need the present for your mum so I can wrap it.” You say and he just smiles at you before getting himself back into the song.

Finally after hours of wrapping, Anne's gift is the only one left and you still don't have it.

“Harold Edward Styles, I need the gift for your mum, NOW!” You give him your best death glare, hoping it will scare him at least a little bit, after all, you're no fun when you're mad.

He runs over to the studio and comes back with a little black wooden ring box with Le Raoulivere engraved into it. He sets it in your hands and you open it automatically.

“It's empty H.”

“Mum's old one for the ring from Robin broke, so we're getting her a very, very nice new one.” H says and I go to wrap it in the blue snowflake paper I have when h interrupts again. “Can you use the sleeping puppies wearing Santa hats one instead please love?” He asks very politely and you just sigh before wrapping it up in the paper Harry wanted.

“Thank you my love!” He says with a kiss when the bin is all packed up with the presents.

*****

December 24th

We're all dressed up. Harry has on his suit he hugged Stanley Tucci in at the Brits. You're in a midi silver dress with white Mary Janes and a small white clutch. The house is decorated, the presents are under the tree, the appetizers are in the ovens, and the doorbell is ringing. Plenty of time to calm down and not freak out. Shit wait, that's the doorbell.

“They're here H.” You holler and run over to let everyone in. “Merry Christmas Eve!”

Your family and H’s family are both here. Your mum, Dad, sister, and brother, Anne, Desmond, Gemma and Michal, Mike and Amy were invited, but had other plans. Everyone mingled with appetizers while you and Harry prepped the lasagnas. When they were done you all sat around the table smiling and laughing with each other. After dinner you turned on the fireplace and some soft tunes while doing gifts. When Anne unwrapped the one from you and Harry, she just smiled at you. It was a bit confusing at first, until the music switched. Harry was suddenly more anxious, and everyone else was just watching the two of you.

“What's going on?” You whispered to Harry. He smiled, pulled you over to stand in front of the Christmas tree with him, and said, “Y/N.”

You instinctively replied, “Yes H?”

“Y/N, it's the title of this song.” He answered back and let the lyrics wash over you both. You realized they were telling the story of the two of you, from colliding in a rainstorm, to you having almost no clue who he was, the time you spent apart, and him showing up at your doorstep soaking wet from rain ready to do whatever it took to get you back, and finally his little dreams for the life ahead of you two. The last line of the song was, “All you have to do is say yes to me.”

He knelt before you, took the box from Anne, and pulled the ring out of his pocket. “Mum's been on my case lately, she knew I wanted to marry you before I did. So our real gift to her, only if you want it too, is us, because all I want for Christmas is you to agree to be my wife. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too H. And yes, yes I want to be your wife!” You let out between tears.

After sliding the ring onto your finger, H kisses you and whispers, “best Christmas ever.”

“I made you a new pendant.” You whispered back.

“I'll love it, but even more so because it's from you.”

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A little Chelley Christmas ficlet

“Chell, love, it’s alright! I am more than capable of not destroying the house in the two hours you’ll be gone. You’ve left me here for longer than that and nothing happened.” 

Chell humphed, true, but that was before he had limbs. Gangly, awkward, danger-inducing limbs. She rolled her eyes and began to put on her jacket. Fine…

Wheatley’s blue eyes lit up. “I promise, I won’t make a mess. Actually, it’ll look better than when you left it! Now go, you don’t want to be late to your office Christmas party. Mae’s going to be waiting for you, go!” He gently shoved Chell by the shoulders as she rushed to grab her stuff. Wheatley waved as she hopped in her car, waited until he couldn’t see her anymore, and ran back inside. 

“K.A.N.A! K.A.N.A! K.A.N.A! K.A.N.A! Hey, hey, I have a question,” Wheatley said as he opened Chell’s laptop. “How does one decorate a house for these holidays Chell has been telling me about?” 

K.A.N.A. whipped around, startled. “Ight man, slow down. Decorating? You sure?”

“Yes! She took me to the store two days ago after I said I wanted ou-her house to look like all the wintery movies that every channel has been playing this whole month. So, we have the tree made of plastic, some tiny light bulbs that are all together, shiny fluffy stuff, and ORBS!” Wheatley exclaimed as he showed off the ornaments they had chosen, one box of silver, one of blue, and one of orange. 

K.A.N.A. sighed. “Alright, you’re going to want to put the layers of tree together into one big tree and set it… In that corner there, next to those posters. There’s an outlet for the lights and it’s open enough. 

Wheatley set himself in doing just that. Eventually, he had the tree set up, and a bunch of lights in his hands. 

“And now I wrap the tree in these lights? How on earth am I supposed to-” Wheatley began messing with the string. After around five minutes, it seemed as though there were more lights around him than the tree. “K.A.N.A, I think I need help.”

“Sorry, can’t.” 

“And why not?” 

K.A.N.A. raised her digital arms. “No physical body, doofus. You gotta figure it out yourself.” 

“Ughhh, fine…” 

“And you have to do the same thing with the tinsel.” 

“... the what?” 

Eventually, all of the decorations were on the tree. True, it took much longer than it should have, but at least he did it. Wheatley stepped back to look at his work. “Oh, this is great, isn’t it great, K.A.N.A?” 

“Yeah, yeah it looks pretty good but uhh, where’s the angel?”

Wheatley glared at the avatar. “You never mentioned anything about that, what do you mean the angel?” 

“You know, the Christmas tree angel. Pretty looking woman in a dress, she’s got wings, all that, goes on top of the tree.” 

Wheatley ruffled through the bags, trying to find something that matched that description. “We don’t have one of those. K.A.N.A, what do I do, what do I do, ughh I’m going to ruin all this, aren’t I? Oh, of course I am, dumb little Wheatley tries to do something nice for Chell and it all turns to crap, why did I even bother?” He slumped into the couch, burying his head in his hands. 

“Hold on, no, no, no, I got this, pretty woman with wings, right? Give me one second.” 

Two hours had passed since Chell had left for her company Christmas party, and she was more than ready to leave. Even with her new-found appreciation for others, her social battery was drained. She drove home, ready to relax with the new vanilla honey scented candle she had received from the white elephant gift exchange. As she pulled into her driveway, Chell noticed a purple-ish glow behind the window curtains. 

What had Wheatley done this time?

Chell opened the door, demanding to know what the heck Wheatley was up to. As she turned to look at the whole room, she realized where the colorful light had come from. Wheatley had set up their Christmas tree. Chell’s tone softened as she apologized for her tone, but her apology quickly turned to laughter as she realized what Wheatley was doing. He was standing on his tip-toes, about to use a rack of the bookshelf as a stepstool. One arm was stretched to the top, desperately trying to put something on the top of the tree. 

Chell walked over and grabbed whatever it was in order to examine it. It was a piece of cardboard with a cardstock cone taped to the back. Turning it over, Chell realized the front had a picture of her taped to it, a photo Wheatley had taken soon after their escapade returning to Aperture. They went to a cute little cafe a town over, Chell even wore the only dress in her closet in celebration. Stock photo angel wings were glued behind her, vaguely near her shoulder blades. She chuckled as she asked Wheatley what this was supposed to be. 

“Well, K.A.N.A. told me that, usually, you humans put a figurine of an angel on top of your holiday trees for whatever reason. BUT! We did not buy one, so I made one! See, pretty woman, wearing a dress, I put little wings on you, I’ll admit my arts and craft skills aren’t as fine tuned as I would like, but it’s the thought that counts. Now let me put this on the tre-” Wheatley cut off as he continued to reach the point of the tree. “How tall is this tree, nine feet tall? This is ridiculous.” 

The tree was, in fact, only seven feet tall. Wheatley’s new body was just rather short. Chell took the homemade angel from him again and easily placed the cone on the one branch at the top of the tree. Wheatley stared up in awe as Chell reached above his head. 

At the same time, Chell looked down, Wheatley’s face was radiating more heat than a bonfire as his jaw dropped. She was trapping him between the wall and herself, wasn’t she? She backed down, apologizing for getting in his personal space. 

“Oh, no I don’t mind, do that all you want, love. I- uh, hope you like the tree.” 

Chell gave Wheatley a quick peck on the cheek, reassuring how much she loved it. It really did bring their house together. 

“Wait, our house?” Wheatley asked. 

Chell grabbed his hand, of course this was his place too, if he wanted. 

Wheatley’s face lit up as he wrapped his hand around Chell’s. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, love.” <3