#the label that i made for one of the gifts that just says “christmas” is on the counter

[aliensnail0217]

merry chrimis

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nagging: Christmas

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Mignon

"It's...a can," Alexia says blankly, turning over the present in her hand," Is this...Is this a French thing that I don't understand?"

"Don't look at me!" Vicky says quickly when her captain's eyes turn to her," I'm, very clearly, not French!"

"But you are y/n's friend," Alexia replies," Has she told you anything about this?"

Vicky shrugs as she hands the last wrapped can to Kika to open. "Just to hand them out to everyone, let you open the wrapping paper but not the actual cans."

They're not branded or anything, Alexia notes as she turns it around in her hands. There's no labels to give away what's inside and even shaking it doesn't help.

"Maybe..." Keira says as she rattles the can while holding it up to her ear," Maybe...it's beans?"

Aitana lets out a little titter of a laugh. "Not everyone is English, Keira. Not everyone likes beans."

"Yeah," Patri joins in," Besides, she's French! Aren't they known for their good food?"

Keira wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Yeah, their snails and their frogs legs. Hardly the most appetising. At least beans are versatile."

"It won't be beans," Frido says simply," And it won't be food. It'll be something else."

"Any idea what?"

Frido shrugs. "No food, is all I've got."

"Well can she hurry up?" Mapi says," Because it's cruel that she's making us wait."

Alexia rolls her eyes. "She's getting treatment right now. She can't exactly hurry that up."

Mapi groans, practically throwing herself back into her seat as she fiddles with the can in her hands. "She totally did this on purpose," She complains to no one in particular," I just know she did. She's trying to kill me."

"You just need to be patient."

"But I hate being patient! Patience is a scam!"

Alexia sighs. "Ingrid-"

"Nope. Not my problem when she's with the team. It's a shared responsibility."

Maybe you did choose to schedule your treatment just to screw with Mapi a bit but it was one of your greatest joys in life and Christmas was all about giving. You're sure Mapi enjoyed giving you her time as she was forced to wait around for you to appear to finally open the can you'd presented her.

You'd made sure to really stress how important this was to you, for nobody to open their cans before you'd arrived.

You'd insisted it was a present that the team would have to enjoy together.

Or else.

You'd left the 'or else' bit purposely vague just to keep everyone on their toes and, now, as you open the door to the locker room, you're happy to see that everyone had done as you told them.

"Finally!" Mapi complains, leaping to her feet from where she'd been laying on the bench with Ingrid's fingers gently carding through her hair. "You took ages!"

You grin. It's more of a smirk actually and you can hear Vicky snicker behind you as you shrug. "Just trying to keep on top of my health," You tell Mapi," My hamstring was feeling kind of tight. I wanted to get it massaged out. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't? I might have torn it on the pitch."

Mapi pokes you right in the middle of the forehead. "And you couldn't have done that hours ago when you and Jana were fighting on the Playstation?"

"It's almost like, Mapi, that you want me to delay the can opening until later."

"Ingrid! Tell her to stop teasing me!"

Ingrid relaxes back in her cubby, completely at ease with herself as she scrolls through her phone to find the perfect Christmas gift for her nephew. "I'm not in charge of her."

"Keira-"

"Just because Lucy left doesn't mean-"

"Alexia!"

"One day," Alexia says to no one in particular," One normal day is all that I ask for."

You flash Mapi a grin.

She sighs. "Can we please open our presents now?"

"Why Mapi," You say with that smug smirk of yours," All you needed to do was ask!"

Mapi makes some annoyed noises at you, acutely aware that any kind of insult flung at you would end up in a lecture for her. She knew that you knew that too so settled on just making noise as you as you lingered in the doorway.

Honestly, staying in the doorway should have been their first clue that this present opening wouldn't be quite as normal as usual. Their second clue should have been the way that you were holding your phone, clearly set up to record their actions.

The third and final clue should have been the mischievous grin that you and Vicky exchanged as she tilted the can away from herself and towards the person standing next to her.

"Okay?" You say," Ready? Open!"

It's carnage immediately as the fake snakes spring from all of the can and the glitter you had paid more for went everywhere.

You high five Vicky before immediately sprinting out of there when Pina lunges at you.

You know she's running after you when the pounding of her feet reaches your ears and you know everyone else is following when the sound of the feet get louder and louder.

"Get back here!" Pina yells and you take a sharp corner through the corridors to the break room.

You come to a skidding stop in front of the tree, whipping around just in time to dodge the flailing hands of Kika as she tries to catch.

"Now," You says, laughing awkwardly as you scramble up onto the countertops," Would it make you happier to know that I've got you all non-joke, stuff-you'll-actually-like presents? Because I have!"

You gesture to the tree and, thankfully, most of the anger seems to melt from the others as they go about distributing them - though Mapi narrows her eyes and glares at you as she passes.

"It's very nice that you bought us proper presents," Alexia says, giving you a sideways hug," But you're going to get that locker room all cleaned up before everyone heads home."

You groan.

"No complaints," She cuts in with a laugh," That's the price you pay for playing pranks during Christmas."

[wendichester]

༘⋆📼 ｡˚ songs that make me think of d.w.,

summary. driver picks the music, shotgun... made the mixtape .ᐟ

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 844.

The gas station is quiet, the kind of place you only stop at when there’s no other option. Snow drifts lazily down, coating the ground as Dean pulls the Impala up to the pump. He steps out of the car, stretching with a grunt as the cold air hits him, walking around to the gas station to fill up. You sit in the passenger seat, glancing back at Sam in the back, his face pressed against the window, dead to the world. He's been asleep for the past couple of hours.

You reach down to grab the cassette tape resting in your lap. Songs That Make Me Think of D.W. is scrawled across the label in your handwriting. The whole drive here, you’ve been working up the nerve to give it to him. You try not to overthink it, trying to convince yourself it’s just a fun little thing. No big deal. Except it is a big deal because it’s for Dean, and everything with him feels bigger.

By the time he slides back into the driver’s seat, you’ve almost chickened out.

Dean exhales, rubbing his hands together for warmth before starting the engine. “Damn, it’s freezing,” he mutters, glancing back at Sam to confirm he’s still asleep.

You feel the weight of the tape in your hand as you glance over at Dean.

“So, what’s that?” he asks, voice still teasing as his gaze flicks to the tape in your hands. Of course, he noticed. He had noticed miles ago. But decided to wait to see if you would say anything. He got tired of waiting.

You hesitate, but finally, you offer it to him. “It's a mixtape,” you say casually, pretending like it’s no big deal. “I made it for you‒for the road.”

Dean raises an eyebrow, looking at the label. “Songs that make you think of me, huh? Well, color me intrigued." He chuckles. "What is this? Some kind of Christmas gift?” He smirks, clearly amused.

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the seat. “Don’t make it weird. It’s just some songs that remind me of you. Thought you might like it.”

Dean chuckles, sliding the tape into the deck. “Oh, I’m definitely making it weird. This is prime teasing material, sweetheart.”

As the first song starts, you feel the warmth in your chest when you hear the opening chords of “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. He leans back, letting out a satisfied sigh as he listens, his fingers drumming lightly against the wheel.

You can’t help but glance over at him, watching the way the music seems to take him in, his shoulders relaxing. His lips curve up at the edges, his eyes softening.

“You know,” he says after a few moments, his voice a little quieter, “this is one of my favorite songs.”

“I know,” you reply with a small smile, trying to keep the heat out of your voice.

Dean looks over at you, a glint of amusement still in his eyes. “Yeah? You think of me when you hear it?”

You shift in your seat, giving him a sidelong glance. “Maybe.” You bite your lip, feeling the slight weight of the moment between you two. “It’s… fitting. You know? With the whole ‘always on the road’ thing.”

Dean smirks, his thumb lightly brushing the steering wheel. “Ah, so you’re saying I’m a ‘simple man,’ huh?”

“Not exactly,” you tease. “But you do have your own way of doing things. And yeah, it’s a little… comforting.”

Dean raises an eyebrow, glancing at you again. “Comforting...” He pauses, his lips curling into that signature grin of his. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You roll your eyes, trying to fight back the grin that’s tugging at your lips. “Just take the tape, okay?”

“I am taking it,” shaking his head as he shifts the car into drive and pulls back onto the highway. The song continues to play, filling the space between you. Sam stirs briefly in the back but doesn’t wake. “But I’m gonna get you back for this. You’re too cute when you get all flustered.”

You smirk, feeling your face heat up. “Flustered? I’m not flustered.”

Dean chuckles, the warmth in his voice making you feel like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”

He keeps driving, the snow swirling outside the window as the song plays on. You’re not sure if it’s the music, the moment, or the way Dean is just… there, but the silence that falls between you doesn’t feel awkward. It feels… like home.

Dean turns his head, his gaze lingering on you. “You’re not getting out of this easily, you know. I’ll be playing this mixtape for the rest of our trip.”

You grin, the feeling of him staring at you making your heart race just a little. “Glad you like it.”

Dean’s fingers lightly tap on the wheel again, and he finally looks away, focusing back on the road. “I do,” he says softly, and you can hear the sincerity under the teasing tone.

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[whorekneecentral]

Tis' The Season

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: old friends reappear, flashbacks in italics, complicated relationships, expensive gifts cause it's lew lew duh, uses roscoe as an in, brocedes mention, alcohol and the consumption of, sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), degrading, the use of 'slut' in a sexual context, penetrative sex (p in v), choking, creampie, soft moments at be end.

Word Count: 2,668

Author's Note: love me some lew lew and he gives fuckboy turned lover boy so here we areeeeee

merry smutmas series

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An old friend finds his way to your front door and no matter how much you try to get rid of him, you can’t. 

A knock on the door startles you as you hung the ornament on your Christmas tree. You shout that you're coming, grabbing your wallet out of your purse, as you jog to your front door. You assumed it was your take-out delivery guy and that's not who it was when you opened the door.

The man smiles at you, bags in hand and puppy between his legs. "Hi beautiful," Lewis smiles at you, bundled up in his winter coat.

You huff, looking at him. "Hi Lewis.. what are you doing here?"

He lifts the bags, showing you. "Happy holidays, y/n. I come bearing gifts."

"Seriously?" You hold back the urge to roll your eyes, Roscoe barks and gets your attention, you crouch down to pat his side, the dog leaning into your hand before waddling his way into the house. Lewis doesn't stop him, smiling at you.

"Are you gonna let me in, love? Roscoe is already inside, it'd be rude to let me freeze out here."

You don't have the heart to let them freeze, especially since you know how Roscoe loves him so much.

You let Lewis in, the man takes his shoes off by the door and follows you down the hallway to the living room. Roscoe had already made himself comfortable, shaking off the cold, and lying down by the fireplace. Despite you and Lewis not talking for years, you had left Roscoe's dog bed by the fireplace, as it had always been, picking it up to clean and setting it back in its spot.

Lewis sets the bags on the coffee table, hanging his coat off the arm rest of your couch. "I didn't know if you still live here."

"Well now that you do, I'll have to move, won't I?"

He chuckles, smiling to himself - nice to see your sense of humour has remained.

"Go on, open 'em." He nods towards the gifts on the table. You were adjusting an ornament on the tree, "I don't want it, Lewis."

"Oh hush, don't be annoying, y/n. Just open it."

You rolled your eyes, sitting across from him on the couch and picking up the first bag, the shape was a give away. Carefully, you pulled the bottle of wine out of the bag, some expensive French wine that you two had once upon a time when you took a trip to France. You read the label, setting it down on the table gently.

"Expensive," you eye him and he smiles. "Open the other one." He says quietly, watching as you tear the wrapping paper.

You freeze, the orange box staring back at you, the signature black and white ribbon around the box; Hermes Paris written across the top.

"Lewis.." You look at the man and he nods, waiting for you to go on. You carefully undo the ribbon, taking the lid off of the box. There's clearly a bag in the box, wrapped in a dust bag.

You feel underdressed and dirty, as if you should have showered before opening such a gift. You take the purse out of the dust bag, a Birkin in Bougainvillea - the same shade you had seen so many years ago.

His arm rested over your shoulders, the two of you cuddled on the couch as Lewis flipped through the tv channels. Formula One had wrapped up for the 2008 season and your dearest friend Lewis was now a Formula One world champion.

You, on the other hand, were still in med school.

Lewis had come home for the holidays, a yearly tradition of trashy Christmas movies and Chinese take out had commenced, Lewis picking out something for you two to watch as you flipped through the magazine.

"This one," you tell him, nudging him with your shoulder. "I want this one." You show him the bright pink Birkin bag - in the shade Bougainvillea. It's unrealistically, shockingly pink but it was the newest colour in the collection and you wanted it.

"I'm gonna get this for myself when I finish med school and I'm a rich surgeon."

Lewis smiles, "I'll get it for you, love. No need to wait so long, consider it your med school graduation gift." He kisses your head.

They don't make this colour anymore, you're sure it must have cost Lewis a fortune. "How did you even.. they don't make this colour anymore." You examined the bag, setting it back into the dust bag carefully.

"I know people, y/n."

You hum, "it's too much."

"It's your gift, y/n. I promised you, didn't I?"

You smiled, nodding as you carefully set the bag back into the box. "Thank you Lew, really."

The man smiles, it's been years since he's heard you call him Lewis. You two had a falling out a while back, right after his first championship win with Mercedes - you didn't like the way he treated you, pushed you off to the side as if you hadn't been there for him through it all. Lewis was and still is career driven, it has and will always take first priority to him but it ruined your friendship and it had ruined the same special bond he had with Nico.

In this moment, you let all that go.

The doorbell rings, intruding on your thoughts. "Expecting someone?" Lewis asks, glancing at you as you set the Hermes box on the coffee table.

"No.. oh wait yeah, the take out guy." You say, getting up. Lewis waves you off, getting up and fishes his wallet out of his pocket. "I'm not a broke med student anymore, Lewis. I can afford to pay for dinner."

"As can I, so hush." He says, making his way down the foyer to the front door, paying the man.

You can hear bits and pieces of their hushed conversation, the man thanks him before the door shuts.

The bags are taken to the kitchen and you see him looking around, clearly looking for something. You decide to put him out of his misery, getting up to help him look for plates. Lewis stops, leaning on the counter as he watches you get the dishes out of the cupboard.

"I'm sorry." He says, his words catching you off guard.

Your brows furrow, looking at him. "What for?"

"For everything. What happened in the past… That was between us and I know that it was my fault, and I shouldn't have said what I said, but I truly am sorry. You don't have to forgive me, but I would just like to start over if you give me the chance."

"Okay," you nod, setting the plates on the table.

"Okay."

He joined you at the table, the two of you sitting quietly and eating dinner like you've done many times over the years. Tonight was different though, there was a sense of relief in the air as if this tension had been lifted off your shoulders after so many years. The quiet sound of cutlery clinking against the dishes and Roscoe's snores coming from the fireplace filled the house.

At some point after dinner, you were putting the dishes in the sink and Lewis asked if he should open a bottle of wine that he brought. You shrug, reaching into the cabinet to get the glasses while Lewis pulls the cork out of the bottle before filling the glasses half way.

The house is quiet as the two of you sit on the couch, Lewis handing you a glass of wine. It's a comfortable silence, Lewis takes a sip of his wine as he looks over at you; he can't help but notice how you've aged beautifully over the years, not in a you look old sort of way but the maturity you've come into seems to suit you perfectly.

Next to him, you seem to make the same realization but with him. Lewis what is a baby faced, starting to find himself boy when you two had you falling out. Now he was grown, and even more handsome than the day you had walked away from him.

You take the first step, setting the glass down on the coffee table before reaching for Lewis's glass, setting it with yours.

The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, the two of you sitting there in silence, inching closer and closer with each passing second until he finally closes the gap between the two of you.

Lewis's hands find your hips, the man pulling you onto his lap. You settle against him as if you had always been there. His lips trail down your neck, hands slipping under your shirt.

"No," you whispered, your hands wrapping around his wrists. Lewis looked at you confused, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"What?"

"We can't do this here."

"Why not?" He asks and you nod towards Roscoe, the dog still fast asleep by the fireplace.

Lewis can't help but laugh, his forehead pressing to your shoulder. "Love, he's asleep. It's fine."

"Oh my god," you smacked his shoulder, "that doesn't mean we're gonna fuck in front of him."

He raises an eyebrow, "we're gonna fuck?"

"Don't be a fuckboy, Lew." The man ignored your words, his arms wrapping around you, picking you up with ease, carrying you down the hallway to your bedroom. Despite the years he hadn't spent there, nothing's changed.

Lewis drops you on the bed and you propped yourself up, watching him get undressed before he sits next to you, his hand cups your jaw and you smile at him. “Hi,” you whisper. 

“Hi,” he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your nose and you scrunch it in response. “You’re cheeky.” 

“You love it,” he says, kissing your nose again. 

Lewis leans down a bit more and kisses you but you pull away, sliding off the bed. “We can't.” You tell him, about to walk away but he grabs your hips, pulling you to stand between his legs. 

Your hands rest on his shoulders, sliding up to rest on his jaw. His beard tickles the palm of your hand as you look at him. Lewis doesn't have to say anything and all the worries seem to slip away in the moment, it was as if you hadn't spent a single day apart.

The man pulls you down on top of him, his hands sliding down your back to rest on your waist as you sit yourself on his lap. 

“We-” you go to remind him once more but he cuts you off with a kiss. Lewis flips the two of you over, letting you lay on your back when he gets off the bed, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. 

Your eyes fixed on the man between your legs, looking at him in awe. Something about Lewis always fascinated you; you could never put your finger on it but he was always an object of fascination, of desire.

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the lace you’re wrapped up in under your clothes and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor. He shifts to sit on his knees between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt.

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking; he wants you to look at him.

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair.

Lewis knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more and Lewis gives in.

Two fingers pushing into you, Lewis glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit.

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. Lewis pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers on your thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness.

Your chest heaving, your grip on his hair loosening now that you’re right on the edge, you’re almost there and he just has to - he’s stopped. 

“Why'd you stop?” You sit up, a pout on your lips when you look at the man between your legs. 

“Shush, you love hanging on the edge,” Lewis tells you with a smile, unbuttoning his pants. 

He lines himself up with you, and Lewis lets you take him little by little, pulling out almost all the way each time before finally pushing into you all the way. He's in charge and you both know it, letting him set the pace; slow and steady and it was driving you insane.

You needed him.

You didn’t want slow, you wanted it hard and messy, the type of fuck where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

“Lew, come on.” Your hand reaches to rest on his hand that’s on your hip. “Need more.”

“Do you?” He hums, moving a little faster.

You know giving him attitude won’t help but you can’t help but roll your eyes, “more than that.”

“Needy,” he calls, pulling you closer by your legs.

Finally, you get what you want, Lewis’s hips hitting the back of your thighs, he leans over you and your arms are pinned about your head, both legs up on his shoulders now. The angle was enough to push you over the edge but he didn’t care.

“Lew please-” you tried to wiggle your hands loose but he didn’t budge. 

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, mockingly, “isn't this what you wanted?” 

“It is, but-” your head tosses back, back arched when he hits the spot he was looking for. 

“Oh,” he coos, smiling at you. “Is my baby so fucked out, she can’t even tell me what she wants?” His thrusts are sloppy, you knew he was just as close as you were. 

“Gonna cum-” you barely get out between strangled moans. Lewis finally lets go of your wrists and one of his hands has wrapped around your throat.

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more.

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches for you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body.

“Look at me when you cum.”

You’re forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, focusing on him. A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge.  He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Lewis follows behind you. 

The two of you are still tangled together, laying in bed next to each other. Lewis looks over at you, you look back at him with a sleepy smile on your face.

"Should I.."

"Should you.." you trailed off, waiting to hear what he says. Lewis shrugs, "should I go home?"

You take a moment to think, not about kicking him out - that was never an option but perhaps the things that lead you here.

There's a noise from outside the door, a sort of scratching. Seems like Roscoe had woken up and came looking for you two. Lewis takes the hint, getting up to open the door for the dog. You put on your shirt and your panties and Lewis lets Roscoe in, the dog jumping up on the bed with some assistance from his dad.

Lewis gets under the covers with you, Roscoe settled at the edge of the bed. You look over at Lewis, his hand resting on yours.

"I think you should." You tell him quietly and Lewis's brows furrow, a pout forming on his lips. "I should?" He asks.

You nod, "you should stay."

Lewis lets out a soft sigh, smiling. His hand squeezes yours gently. "I'll stay."

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Between the Holidays

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!neighbor!reader

Summary: Tim drops by the day after Christmas, and your family leads you to make an unplanned confession.

Warnings: fluff, meddling family members, OOC Tim

Word Count: 1.0k+ words

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“How?” you mumble as you pull wrapping paper shreds from your kitchen cabinets. “This is what I get for hosting.”

Your family is slowly waking on the morning after Christmas, the younger ones still enamored with their gifts, and the older members looking for something to keep them awake for another day of festivities. Everyone gathers in the living room to drink coffee and cocoa before the doorbell rings.

“Who is that?” your cousin closest in age to you asks.

“No idea. Breakfast is almost ready; I’ll be right back,” you reply.

Opening the door, you don’t expect to see your neighbor Tim.

“Good morning!” you greet with a smile. “How was your Christmas?”

“It was alright. Had to work, but we all went out for Chinese last night. How was yours?”

“Good, good. Nice to have everyone together again.”

“I brought you this,” Tim says, lifting a brown pie box from the bench beside your door. “Someone delivered over a hundred to the station, and I thought it was your favorite.”

Smiling, you read the flavor label. “It is my favorite. How did you remember that?”

“Who’s at the door?” your father calls.

You mouth an apology to Tim before asking, “We’re about to have breakfast, do you want to join us? At least let me send some home-cooked food home with you.”

“How can I argue with that?”

“Come on in.”

Tim steps into your doorway, and you close the door before leading him toward the kitchen.

“Who is this?” someone inquires. “Your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?!” your father repeats incredulously.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” your cousin says. She moves closer to whisper, “Good job.”

“No,” you try to interrupt but get cut off by several family members simultaneously.

“How did you meet?” your grandparents wonder.

“Why weren’t you at Christmas yesterday?” someone else asks Tim.

“He probably has his own family,” your cousin suggests. “He could’ve brought them, though, we have room.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you were seeing someone?”

“How long have you been together? Have you discussed marriage, kids?”

“Is that pie?”

“What do you see in each other?”

“Stop!” you yell. “This is Tim. He is my neighbor, and if he was my boyfriend, you would have successfully scared him away already, so thank you all for that. Now, if you will please let me get him some food, I would appreciate it.”

“In my day, we didn’t cook for someone unless we intended to do it for the rest of our lives,” an older relative mumbles.

You lead Tim into the kitchen and out of their invasive sight. After you set the pie down, you drop your head against the fridge and sigh.

“I am so sorry,” you tell Tim. “Help yourself to whatever you want and feel free to go out the back door and jump the fence.”

“So, you’re telling me you don’t want to cook for me for the rest of our lives?” Tim asks.

You groan, and Tim lays his hand on your back. You lean into his touch, getting closer to him without thinking.

“Sweetheart!” someone calls. “We found your boy- your neighbor’s gifts under the tree!”

“Why are there so many- oh.” Your cousin walks into the kitchen with several presents in her arms but stops when she sees you standing close to Tim. “Maybe I’ll just leave these here.”

She sets them beside the pie and then returns to the living room, where their muffled conversation is still clearly about you and your handsome neighbor.

“You know, I was thinking about having them over next Christmas, but I think I’m done hosting for the rest of my life,” you tell Tim. “There are your presents, and I’ll pack up some food.”

“Why are there so many?” Tim asks, moving with you.

You shrug and answer, “I saw things that made me think of you, and I wanted you to know that you’re cared about, that you’re loved.”

Slowing your movements, you realize what you just said. Your family seems to fade away as you turn toward Tim. His brows are raised as if he expects you to say more.

“I didn’t tell them you were my boyfriend or that I have feelings for you,” you explain. “But I’m not going to lie to you and say I don’t.”

“I was expecting to just drop off the pie and go home,” Tim says.

“Yeah, well my family should have a shared PhD in making things awkward and ruining things.”

“Awkward, yes. Do you think anything is ruined?”

You put a lid on the glass storage bowl containing Tim’s breakfast before you face him. “I don’t think that’s my decision, considering I’m the one who essentially just admitted I’m in love with you.”

“Is breakfast ready?” your dad yells before saying something suspiciously like, “Ow! I was only asking.”

“How long is your family here?” Tim asks.

“They leave tomorrow afternoon. Please don’t tell me you can hear them at your place.”

“No, no, at least I don’t think so. But maybe you should come over after they leave, and we can make some plans for New Year’s Eve.”

You hesitate, then ask, “Are you saying you feel the same?”

“I’m saying that I’d rather show you.”

“I’ll be there. Enjoy your gifts and your breakfast and wish me luck.”

“You’ll be fine.”

You put Tim’s gifts and breakfast plate in a bag before you lead him back toward the door.

“I don’t buy that they’re neighbors,” your mom murmurs.

Tim stops and turns toward your family, who are all staring at him.

“Respectfully, she already told you that we’re neighbors and she doesn’t want to talk about it,” Tim reminds them. “When there is something to tell, it’s her decision about when and how to let you know. Enjoy the rest of your holiday.”

Hiding your smile, you close the door behind Tim. Your family drops the subject of Tim Bradford, at least in front of you, as you serve breakfast. Your holiday looks brighter, however, because Tim Bradford said you would call the shots when there was something between you. Not if, when. And starting tomorrow night, he has plans to show you what that means.

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There's No Such Thing in the World (As An Undo Button) by Zulu

Before there was omegaverse, there was mpreg, a trope where a male character finds themselves pregnant through whatever means, often with some hand-wavey fanfic magic. This chonky little quarto fic is rarepair mpreg crackfic for the early 2000's medical drama House MD, with the pairing of House/Foreman.

Here we have the copy I made @zulufic, and the one I made for myself, fraternal copies due to limited materials in the same pattern. (I did not think I'd ever find a use for the bits of baby quilt patterned fabric in the fabric scraps I got from a coworker a few years ago, but lo and behold...)

So, this started out as a Christmas present for @zulufic. Come time for the exchange of gifts, I presented her with... a textblock! I had the pages printed and sewn, but not cased in. Eventually, it gained a hardcover case and became a finished book, but circumstances lined up just right such that I would be seeing her in August and able to put the book in her hands right within a few days of Fanfic Writers' Appreciation Day, and participate in @renegadeguild's annual initiative to gift an author with their book for the day.

The lettering on the case is acrylic paint, applied with a Cricut-cut stencil. Hand-sewn endbands, decorated edges just for fun. One book has gelli-plate printed endpapers from my wife's art stash, the other has some Japanese paper of unknown provenance out of my paper stash.

This is the fic that sat on my to-bind list labelled "I like them all, she says unhelpfully," due to a stealth conversation with Zulu's wife to attempt to find her favourite fic. (The answer: whatever fic she's currently working on.) So I picked one I remember fondly from when it was first posted. Things that never made it into the author's notes and only obliquely into the AO3 tags: Zulu says this is actually an AU of the move Knocked Up.

I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, and I'm glad I decided to do it as a half-sized quarto. A cute little chonk of a book for a cute (if delightfully cracktastic story! Happy Fanfic Writers' Appreciation Day, Zulu!

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HEY!!!!! HEY YOU!! (sits you down to listen to me yap about my queer headcanons for gravity falls characters)

mabel - okay lets get her out of the way. this girl is queer as fuck. she may not realize it yet, but in her teenage years i know she’s experimented with every single label and microlabel in existence. she’d try out hundreds of neopronouns. she realizes her obsession with boys as a kid was a result of comphet. i don’t have a specific label for her because i think in the end she’d discover she can’t make herself identify with any one label. because she’s just mabel! unlabeled and proud.

dipper - do i even have to say it… he’s trans. i think every queer person in this fandom headcanons him to be trans. moving on

stanley - he’s kinda unlabeled too, but for a reason opposite to mabel’s. ladies, gentlemen, doesn’t matter to him! i think its fair to assume he grew up believing that being gay was wrong, it was the 60s and 70s and his dad’s a piece of shit, but as he traveled the country and met so many different people and then witnessed the times changing around him… he’d just. grow into his attraction for men. like, yeah i like men? so what? he doesn’t care for labels. “bisexual, mabel? pansexual? quit making up words!”

(more starting with stanford under the cut this is gonna be sorta long)

stanford - hehehheee okay this is my favorite. i’ve thought about his sexuality a lot. he’s definitely gay to me, and i don’t have much reasoning for that other than like… my heart is telling me that’s the right answer. but he’s also definitely on the aroace spectrum. i personally think he’s demi or grayromantic, he feels romantic attraction VERY rarely and its part of the reason why he felt so helpless in the dating department as a teenager, and also why as an adult later on he tells fiddleford he doesn’t understand romance. he’s hardly ever experienced it! and he wouldn’t really KNOW he identifies with those labels until he’s back in his dimension and mabel is in her obsessed-with-queer-microlabels phase. he hears mabel say “demiromantic” and, being the nerd he is, immediately wants to know what this new word means and why he’s never heard of it before. so mabel rolls a big-ass whiteboard in and starts Mabel’s Guide to the Aromantic Spectrum! ford learns something about himself that day.

fiddleford - HE’S GAY. he’s gay. he’s so gay. i know he canonically has a wife but he literally leaves emma may to work on this mysterious project with his best and only MALE friend from college like… BE so fr. he made ford TWO christmas gifts and forgot to get anything for his wife!! i imagine his marriage to emma may was more of a way for him to deny his sexuality and live what he believes to be a “normal” life. and that obviously doesnt excuse the neglect to his family (because what the fuck fiddleford) but its how i personally make sense of his behavior.

bill cipher - bill transcends human comprehension of gender and sexuality. bill is just bill. but in human terms he’s a lover of all genders. as long as he can manipulate them, they’re fair game! (sorry ford)

wendy - okayyy yesss i know i used the comphet excuse once with mabel but i’m using it again god dammit. with the way wendy talks about her past boyfriends and how we see her be so vaguely invested in her relationship with robbie, it makes me think she’s either a lesbian or somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. she’s just not super interested! but she gives guys chances because why the hell not and is never super into any of it, eventually they break up, and she moves on with her life. i imagine sometime after high school is when she reflects on that and thinks… huh. was i ever attracted to men at all?

soos - saving the most anticlimactic for last… soos is straight to me. but he’s an ENTHUSIASTIC ally :)

thanks for reading i really like overthinking the theoretical queer identities of my favorite characters have a nice day (and let me know if you’re headcanons differ i would love to hear what people think!!)

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Fixer Upper

Part 29.5

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 29

part 30

A/N: I completely forgot to include the scene where Kurapika gives reader her gift, so I decided to do that and a little extra!

warnings: pussy eating, soft sex, cockwarming, semi-public sex, angst, Kurapika gets jealous really easy😭😭

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After watching movies with the group on Christmas night, Kurapika and (Name) headed upstairs. The blonde had been much too nervous to give her his gift in front of everyone, so instead he waited until they went to bed. He brought her to his room, looking at her shyly.

“(Name), I want to give you your gift now…” he said, a soft smile on his face. (Name) looked up as he sat her on his bed, watching as he reached for the top shelf on his closet.

He grabbed a black bag, his cheeks turning pink as he pulled out a little black box. “Here…”

Kurapika handed the box to her, his eyes soft. She gave him a glance before she opened. “Oh, Pika…”

Inside the box was a golden ring, with a ruby and sapphire shaped into a heart. It glittered and gleamed, making her jaw drop. “Kurapika Kurta, how expensive was this? You didn’t have t-“

Kurapika silenced her by taking the box, pulling the ring out. “I did have to. This ring represents us and our care for each other. You’re important to me, more important than you could ever know. I… want to be with you.”

She teared up, offering him her hand. Kurapika smiled, placing it on her pointer finger. “One day, I hope to put one on your ring finger and make you my wife. But for now, I hope that this is enough…”

Although the ring came with no guarantee of a label on their relationship, she knew for sure it was more than just friendship or friends with benefits.

“Pika… this isn’t a proposal, is it?”

Although (Name) loved him, they hadn’t even started dating or established a label to what they were, she wasn’t ready to marry him.

A proposal had been the plan his inebriated mind had thought of when he bought the ring at the mall nearly a month ago, but thankfully Kurapika came up with something different. Kurapika was sure he’d marry her one day, but he knew she might be scared off if he acted too quickly.

“N-no, it’s not a proposal, it’s just… a promise. I’m promising you that I’ll only have eyes for you, that you will be my one and only…”

She tried to smile, but could only stare at him. “… your one and only? And by that, you mean..?”

“Th-the one I want…”

He was getting nervous, and she didn’t want to push him. If he wasn’t ready to put a label on their love, that was okay for now. (Name) wasn’t very patient after all, but for him she was trying. “Okay, Kurapika. I’ll hold you to that.”

The ring was truly beautiful, and it made her feel a little nervous to think about how much it cost. She also wondered how exactly he knew her ring size, because it fit her perfectly.

“Do you… like it?”

He was blushing intensely, his face almost as red as his scarlet eyes. (Name) couldn’t help but giggle, cupping his cheeks. “I love it. It’s an amazing Christmas present.”

She peppered his cheeks in kisses, causing the blonde to melt with her touch. He was putty in her hands, she could kiss and touch him in whatever way she wanted, and it would make him beg for more.

“I love you, Kurapika…”

His cheek nestled against the palm of her hand as he took in all of her affection and love, letting her play with his hair. She only paused for a moment when he didn’t say it back, still feeling a little disappointed.

Kurapika made it up to her by laying his head on her lap, kissing her thighs. “Wanna… make you feel good. Please.”

It was a little surprising just how needy he’d gotten for her pussy with just having sex twice. Kurapika was already tugging her pants off, looking up with those hazy scarlet eyes. “Please?”

She giggled, opening her legs a little so he could see the wet spot forming on her panties. “Is this what you wanted, Pika?”

He breath hitched, and he could only lean forward to press a kiss on her panties, gently lapping at the juices seeping through. She whined softly as he opened her thighs further, sucking at her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Mmph, Pika, y-you can take them off-“

He wasn’t listening, his eyes closed as he tongued her hole through her panties, holding onto her thighs as he soaked them with his spit.

She whimpered, lightly tugging at his hair. It felt good, but with her hips bucking and the way she was wiggling to try and get his tongue inside of her, it was clear to Kurapika that his angel needed him.

He pushed her panties to the side, too needy to tug them off completely. His immediately went to her clit, giving it lick after lick before latching on, suckling softly as his fingers pumped in and out of her.

Kurapika could spend all day between her legs if she let him. The taste of her pussy was something he could become addicted to if he wasn’t careful.

Nearly an hour passed by, orgasm after orgasm being drawn out of her pretty pussy until she was pushing at his head. “T-too much!”

He glanced up at her for a second, rubbing soothing circles into her thighs. “Shh, you can take one more, be a good girl and behave for me.”

Kurapika sucked on the fat of her thighs, his fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. “Almost there, just a little more angel.”

And with one final orgasm, he finally pulled his head away from her pussy, giving her thighs soft kisses. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Such a good girl for me…”

She was a panting mess, her thighs sticky and her forehead covered in sweat. He felt giddy, proud that he could make her feel so good.

“Let’s get some rest, (Name).”

He pulled her into his arms, tucking them both away under his comforter for some snuggles as they fell asleep.

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“So, are you in?”

Kurapika and (Name) glanced at each other. After being rudely awoken by Leorio bursting into Kurapika’s room. “No.”

Leorio scowled at Kurapika’s answer, walking over. “I wasn’t asking you, I was asking (Name).”

“No.”

“Pika, stop it.”

The blonde pouted, hiding his face away in (Name)’s face. “Ehem. Leorio, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t know if I’d get a babysitter in time for the kids.”

“What about Dia? She loves you, I’m sure she would babysit them!”

“She’s also an adult and it’s on New Year’s.”

Leorio crossed his arms, pouting along with Kurapika. “Oh come on, you can at least ask her! How am I supposed to throw a New Year’s party without my sunshine?”

She smiled at the pet name, rolling her eyes. “Oh, don’t try to sweet talk me, Leorio. I’ll ask her, but if she says no-“

Kurapika wrapped his arms around her, his face squishing against her breasts. “I don’t want you going…”

She sighed, playing with his hair. “Kurapika… you’re such a brat. Why don’t you just come with me?”

“Because if I wanted to hang around a bunch of drunk college students, I would have went to college.”

(Name) patted his head. Leorio had invited her to his apartment for a New Year’s Eve party. He would be inviting some of his college friends, which consisted of only men that were in his major. Leorio wasn’t bad with women, but he also wasn’t great with them, (Name) being the only female friend he had.

“Oh? So you’re not going?”

“Yeah, and you’re not going either, (Name).”

On the night of New Year’s Eve, the mom van pulled up to Leorio’s apartment. Kurapika got out of the car, opening the door and helping (Name) out.

“So much for not coming, Pika,” she teased, watching as he buttoned up her coat. “And what is this about?”

“College students are perverts. Stay near me, and don’t take a drink from anyone.”

“Kurapika, I don’t think Leorio would be friends with any creeps.”

“You never know, (Name).”

She rolled her eyes, holding onto his hand as he helped her up the stairs. They were a little icy, so he kept a hold on her, watching her feet to make sure she didn’t slip.

“Damn it Leorio, he should have scraped these or… something.”

“Kurapika Kurta, you expect him to scrape the ice off of all these stairs just for me?”

“… I would have done it.”

She felt her cheeks warm up as a smile stretched across her face. “Oh? What a sweetheart.”

He melted under her praise, nearly slipping himself as she smiled at him so brightly. “Careful, you’ll trip!”

They waited outside Leorio’s apartment, huddled together for warmth. “Why the hell is he taking so long? Are you holding? Do you want my c-“

The door swung open, revealing Leorio. He was wearing the shirt Killua and Alluka got him for Christmas. “Hey there stud, how’s the party going?”

Leorio blushed at (Name)’s words, laughing nervously. “Well… it’s going.”

They walked in to see a few men sitting on the couch, some playing Magic the Gathering or watching TV. Kurapika snickered to himself. “I didn’t know all your friends were nerds, Leorio.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow in Kurapika’s direction. “Kurapika, I know you aren’t talking. Just a few days ago you went on a rant about history and how it’s been misrepresented in the media. These are your people.”

Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms. She had a point though, Kurapika wasn’t exactly the popular type, besides being handsome. Or pretty, some people seemed to assume he was a woman upon first meeting.

Speaking of…

“Hey, welcome ladies! I thought this party was going to be a total sausage-fest!”

Kurapika scowled, but was calmed down by a gentle caress from (Name). “Oh, Kurapika isn’t a girl. He’s my…”

She thought for a second, glancing at the blonde for a moment. What were they exactly?

“He’s my… date for the night.”

The hesitation in her voice was like a punch in the gut. Although he was the one that hadn’t put a label on anything, a part of him wish she would call him her boyfriend.

But he couldn’t even call her his girlfriend, so he couldn’t get upset.

“I see… well, come sit with us! We just started a new game.”

(Name) was placed between two men, who immediately began explaining the game to her, letting her look at their cards. She seemed to be having fun, but the men were a bit too friendly for Kurapika’s liking.

“(Name).”

He pushed one of the men out of the way, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. “Let me see your cards, maybe I can help.”

“Oh, yeah you’re really smart, I’m sure you can come up with some sort of strategy!”

Kurapika kept a protective arm around her body, his chin resting on her shoulder as he guided her through the game.

Eventually, the others left to grab some drinks from the kitchen, leaving the two alone.

Kurapika gently caressed her hip, his chin resting on her shoulder. “You know, I never thought I was the type to get jealous before I met you.”

She was confused on what he meant, until his hand slipped under her skirt, moving her panties to the side. “K-Kurapika, you can’t-“

Her face went hot when she felt him slip in, barely covering a moan with her hand. “Shh, angel… you don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

She panted softly, trying to wiggle and move her hips for some friction, but only earning a squeeze to her thigh. “Angel… calm yourself, shh…”

The others returned, and Leorio was the first to notice her flustered state. “(Name)? You alright? You look like you might be running a fever…”

He leaned over to feel her forehead, and Kurapika seemed to tighten his grip around her body. Leorio was touching her while Kurapika’s cock was nestled inside of her, it felt naughty!

“I-I’m fine! Just… just a little hot…”

Leorio nodded slowly, watching as the blonde flared at him darkly. “I’ll… get you a drink then.”

The game continued, and she was barely able to focus with him twitching inside of her wet heat. Kurapika wasn’t doing so hot either, having to bury his face in her shoulder to keep himself from groaning. He was acting a bit cocky, but inside, all he felt was pure bliss at being able to nestle his cock inside of her like this. She was so warm, and getting to be this intimate with her felt like a dream come true.

As the cock ticked closer to midnight, the blonde tugged a blanket over the two, allowing his hand to slip under her skirt and play with her pussy undetected.

The way her cunt squeezed around him from the pleasure he was giving her made him bite his lip. “Oh, angel…” he choked out.

Leorio glanced at the blonde, raising an eyebrow. “Did you say something, Kurapika?”

The blonde’s cheeks turned bright red, and he stuttered out a quick reply. “N-no… just… just yawned. It’s getting pretty late.”

The taller man knew something fishy was going on, but decided to let it go to spare (Name) any embarrassment. “Yeah… it’s almost midnight.”

As the clock continued to tick forward, the two could feel themselves reaching their limit. Kurapika’s assault on her clit was making the poor girl writhe in his lap, only spurring him on to move his fingers faster. “Are you close, angel?”

His hushed words made her back arch, the feeling of his warm breath on her neck enough to make her pussy clench around him. “S.. so close…”

“Me too…”

(Name) nearly yelped when he lifted her hips and brought her back down on his cock. “P-Pika, they’ll see..!”

“Let them see, then they’ll know who you belong to.”

She felt her face get hot. Kurapika said he had gotten jealous, but she didn’t know how badly it had affected him. The way he fucked into her made her see stars and she was barely able to keep the blanket over them.

Thankfully, the others were either too drunk or two focused on the countdown to care. Even Leorio was busy, laughing as he chatted with one of the men there.

It was nearly midnight, and the countdown had started. She felt his cock slam into her, unable to take it. Thankfully, he was able to pull her in for a kiss just as she let out a whiny moan, muffling her sounds with his lips.

When the clock struck midnight, the two came together, their bodies trembling as Kurapika continued to ride his eyes, filling her wet cunt with his seed.

“And it’s midnight! Ooo, looks like someone got their New Years kiss!”

The two were too spent to even respond to Leorio, just resting in each other’s arms as they recovered from their orgasms.

“Are you alright, angel? Can I get you anything?” Kurapika asked, cupping her cheek gently.

“Don’t think you could… would make a mess…”

He blushed, realizing that if he did get up, his cum might leak everywhere.

For some reason, that made him more uneasy than embarrassed. He placed a hand over her chubby tummy, rubbing it lightly as he imagined his seed taking root in her womb. He was thinking of it again, creating a family, the new Kurta clan through her.

As the other party goers left to go home, Kurapika rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing his soft rubbing motion. Would he ever be able to settle down with her, have a family? What about his revenge? His clan?

His anger?

He never wanted to let his anger and hatred slip away, and deep inside of him, he knew that because of this, he would never be able to give (Name) the life she deserved as long as he held onto it.

It was selfish of him, really, to hold onto her like this when he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep her forever. He wanted it, desperately, with his entire being, but some old dogs can’t learn new tricks.

(Name) seemed so content, resting her head on his chest as she dozed off. She was cute like this really, when she trusted him with her body, with her life. Human beings were such fragile creatures really, with such short lives.

Was he wasting hers by being selfish? Right now, she could be in the arms of someone that would give her the world and more, that would give up anything and everything to stay by her side.

And yet here he was, holding onto her for dear life, tears trailing down his cheeks as he placed shaky kissed into her temple and cheeks.

‘I love you… I love you so much, I’m so sorry… everything I’ve loved, I’ve lost. I…’

He gently brushed some of her hair from her face, gently rocking her in his arms. “Goodnight, (Name).”

Kurapika laid down with her, his cock being kept warm inside of her.

“Sweet dreams, my angel.”

[tokiwarcube]

Dating Charles hc? 👀 Sfw & nsfw both fine by me 🖤

Hell yeah! Pre-Requiem SFW below the cut, NS/FW to follow in a separate post <3

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Toki HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE ; Murderface HERE

Despite the “robot” label he’s been saddled with over the years, Charles is a very caring man. He’s romantic in a way that makes all of your rose-tinted teenage dreams a daily reality. And sure, he might not always have time for extravagant dates, but he’s tender in a way that smooths it over so naturally that you really couldn’t imagine spending time with him any other way.

Many of your nights are spent together in his office, sipping scotch to the quiet hum of classic rock as the two of you clean up whatever mess the boys have made this time. Quiet conversation weaves its way naturally into the scratching of pen on paper, easy and fluid as all things seem to be with him.

And while he is, functionally, always on call… Charles very much treasures the hours of the weekend he gets to spend with you.

Whether he’s taking you out to dinner or studying the pieces at your local art museum, Charles will usually be on his feet with you for the weekends unless you reel him in. Believe me, there’s nothing he loves more than relaxing at home with you with the lights turned low… but frankly, the man forgets that he can actually do that sometimes. Workaholic habits die hard.

And despite being around it all the time, Charles still loves live music. Take this man out to a show or two, you won’t regret it.

Just… don’t take him on the dance floor. Ever. He talks big game, but he has zero sense of rhythm. The ‘57 Gibson Les Paul hanging on his wall is purely for decoration, he cannot play it by pure virtue of the fact that he couldn’t catch a beat if it smacked him in the face. Don’t let him fool you.

Charles isn’t a very cuddly man, but that isn’t to say he’s not sweet. He loves placing little kisses to the inside of your wrist when alone, in particular.

Although if you have the urge to card your hands through his hair after hours while he works on a few deals, or loosen the tension in his shoulders… he certainly isn’t complaining.

When he’s drunk though… very, very clingy.

Even while sober though, he does have a bit of a fascination with your hands, just in general. You’ll often catch him watching your movements while you type, or fiddle with a pen. And it’s no surprise that, left unguarded, he’s prone to toying with your fingers a bit. It’s almost subconscious, really.

Charles has a fantastic memory, and he uses this to his advantage often. He’s always got you in the back of his mind, and he’s rather liberal about texting you when something reminds him of you.

[1 Attachment] Isn’t this from that show that you like?

That being said, gift giving is one of his bigger love languages, and he always seems to find the perfect thing. He has some preternatural gift for finding things that nobody else can.

He’s a fan of the classics, in many regards. Holding doors, pulling out chairs, flowers… he does it without thinking, really. Although, he won’t complain if you do the same for him. Makes him quite soft.

Least jealous man this side of the hemisphere. He completely trusts your loyalty and ability to assert yourself, no questions asked. And if there’s someone that’s not taking no for an answer? That is harassment, and they’ll be dealt with shortly. Props of always having a Klokateer around the corner, I suppose. (He’s a very vigilant man in general, actually. You always feel safe when you’re out in public with him, and its not just because of the armed guards that linger in your shadows.)

He keeps a photo of you in his wallet — a little polaroid that Toki had taken after you gifted him a polaroid for Christmas one year, tucked just behind his ID.

He keeps you as his lockscreen, too. Whenever he gets a smidge too stressed in the office, he’ll pull out his phone in a “do it for them” type move. It always works.

He takes your words very seriously — you always feel heard when you talk to him. He’s a fantastic communicator, and most problems are resolved fairly quick.

He loves hearing your voice, and if you’re in a position where you can do such a thing, he loves to just call for a little while. Just to hear you speak.

For as much as he preaches about getting 8 hours of sleep per night, he’s rather shit at following that rule. He might acquiesce if you ask him sweetly enough to please come to bed… although you might have a bit more luck if you plop yourself in his lap, instead. He gets so vigilant about not waking you up on accident that he eventually just gives up and carries you to bed with him.

And despite not being the cuddliest man during the day, he almost always has a hand on you in the night.

He’s an early riser by habit — a morning person by necessity, not by nature, as he says — but don’t think you’re getting out of bed before him. A bleary eyed and whiny Charles is a sight for sore eyes, truly.

He does have a certain set of routines that he follows to a tee, one of which is bringing you coffee in the morning. He likes to sit on the edge of the bed, sipping from his own mug as he gently runs his free hand up and down your spine. For a moment, the world is quiet — peaceful.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

For a Christmas request maybe a scenario with younger brother group with their S/O on Christmas who’s spent a LOT of time making them matching sweaters but it’s just… the ugliest thing they’ve ever seen but their partner is really excited about it.

Featuring: Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt, Coffee.

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Papyrus

They're good! Just needs some... Practice until it doesn't look like Santa Claus gave up on his own holiday and send Grinch to deliver the Christmas gifts..

Papyrus asks if you'd actually like to knit matching sweaters but with him, he's knitted multiple times before when younger, so why not knit again with his partner?

Sneakily hides the sweaters in a box in the attic if you accept, of course he labels the box to know what it is, yet he does it in winding so you don't understand the "Christmas sweaters my dear partner made with much love yet are very ugly 20XX" written on it

If you ask about where the ones you made are, Papyrus simply says it's somewhere safe.

Edge

He's only wearing it because it's from you, because otherwise he'd take it as a personal offense.

Definitely yells at his brother for teasing him about the thing.

"SHUT UP RED!! AT LEAST, I HAVE SOMEONE TO MATCH SWEATERS UNLIKE YOU!!"

Surprisingly, after Christmas he puts the sweater in his 'everything I like' drawer, yet right at the bottom, even his first ever belt, something he says it's his least favorite thing out of his favorite things, is on top of the sweater..

Honey

Honey doesn't have the heart to tell you how ugly the thing is, not after seeing your excitement. Oh well guess he'll wear the sweater, only for your happiness.

Sky teases him about why on earth is he wearing something ugly like that, which Honey only chuckles and pretty much ignores.

"Yeah it's ugly, but it was made by (_____) with much care, that's what matters bro."

"Well, If You're Happy With That Fashion Atrocity.."

His brother now made himself the mission to make you learn how to knit correctly.

Cash

"Not even homeless people would wear this darlin', upps sorry."

Did it slip out without though? Yes. Did he mean it. 100%. Could he have done better? Not in a million years.

Though after humiliating you he proudly wears the sweater, and if anyone tries to tell him it's ugly, he's saying they're just jealous they don't have an amazing partner who does sweaters like he does.

You think he probably sold the sweater since you never saw it anywhere in his room again, yet he actually keeps it in a box where he stores everything he finds special.

Rus

"Aw that's cute babe."

He's only wearing it when you're also wearing yours. Sorry not sorry.

Rus does find it adorable that you made something for him, yet he has a "reputation" to keep (he doesn't want to tell you the thing is ugly.)

When he does wear it, he's not leaving the house. He knows Undyne is gonna tease the shit out of him and genuinely? He isn't with the mind to deal with it peacefully.

Mutt

He's very very very flustered.

Mutt doesn't remember the last time someone, aside from you, gave him anything with a romantic intention, so to say that he's almost in tears from joy is not an exaggeration.

Wears the sweater until winter ends, not even his brother can make him take it off, only to wash.

".. But it's comfortable.."

Coffee

Not ironically he actually likes the shirt. Like Coffee genuinely likes it.

Maybe because the only person who gave him things was his brother, and he really likes receiving things, especially from you..

People can point out how ugly it looks, he doesn't care, it was made with love and care from someone who understands him, so he's wearing it proudly. Even if it doesn't seem like on the outside.

Like Cash, he keeps the sweater in a box full of things you gave him, except you probably have found this box as he doesn't hide it.

[enbysiriusblack]

december jily bingo: secret santa gone wrong @jilychallenge

Next is labelled Peter. "Lily passed the present to Peter.

Remus frowned but kept quiet as Peter unwrapped the present.

"A little cheese and veggie house?" Peter smiled.

Sirius grinned, "And it's just the right size for Wormtail."

"Wormtail will love it," Peter hummed, "Oh, and there's eggs?"

"Hardboiled," Sirius nodded.

"Thank you."

"Last gift then," James picked it up and was about to read the label.

"About that," Remus shuffled forwards slightly, "I uh- I had Peter too."

"So this is also for Peter?" James glanced down at the present.

"I get two?" Peter smiled as James handed him the gift.

"That means", Sirius glanced to Lily, "Oh-"

Lily laughed slightly, "I must have forgotten to write my own name down, I guess."

Peter reluctantly held out the wrapped present for her.

"Oh, I can't, you should have it, it was for you."

"Well, I already got one."

"Okay," Lily conceded and opened the present.

She pulled out a stack of superman comics.

Peter leaned forwards eagerly, "Oh, is that the new issue?"

"Yeah", Remus nervously glanced at Lily.

"I'm sure you'll like it," Peter tried to say.

"Right", She plastered on a smile, "Thank you, but really, I think you should keep it. You'll enjoy them more.

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah," Lily nodded and stood up, "I'm just going to go check on the food.

As soon as Lily was gone from the room, James immediately got to action.

-

"Lily?" James leaned against the kitchen counter, "Can you come outside for a second?"

Lily glanced away from the pot of brussel sprouts, "Why?"

"Well, firstly, you're using a metal spoon so the pan is going to get ruined", James winced, "And secondly, Sirius is having some trouble with his bike and you're the only other one who knows about that stuff."

Lily dropped the metal spoon, "Okay, Fine."

She began walking to the door, James behind her.

"Wait, why can't Sirius fix it himself? He's brilliant with mechanics."

James just grinned and opened the front door for her.

Outside, the garden was filled with magic-made snow a few layers thick. Small, floating lights hovered in the air, giving the space a warm glow.

"What is this?" Lily laughed.

James placed his hands around her stomach, hugging her from behind, "Well, we didn't want you to go without any present. So I thought since you said you wished it'd snow more around christmas..."

Lily turned around to hug him properly, "I love it."

"Well then," he kissed her cheek, "How about a snowball fight?"

"You and me against the others?"

James nodded.

"Oh," Lily smiled, "We are so going to win."

[lou-struck]

A Merry Mix Up

Shinsuke Kita x reader

W.C. 1.7k

~Your spirits were dampened until a little postal mixup brings a bit of holiday cheer to your door. 

A/n: Sorry about the delay on this one guys, I've been hit with a bit of that seasonal sickness and had to slow down for a bit.

The Holidays should fill you with nostalgic joy and anticipation as you travel back to your hometown for a metaphorical sleigh ride down memory lane with your friends and family. 

But this year is different. 

Between a surplus of career obligations and a limited supply of overpriced plane tickets that would cost you both an arm and a leg, you had to make the heartbreaking decision to forgo your yearly travel and spend Christmas alone within the walls of your little apartment. 

The realization that you will be completely and utterly alone this Christmas has hit you hard, but you have been trying to distract yourself from the festering loneliness.

Your television screen plays a never-ending stream of Christmas movies, and you have been doing your best to spend time with the new friends you have made in your new city. But it's hard; your heart aches for home and the comforts of tradition.

Despite the melancholy homesickness that you have been trying, and failing, to ignore. There are a few things you can look forward to. You do have a few things to look forward to; your loved ones have sent you Christmas presents in the mail that you are not allowed to open until the morning of the 25th.

Finding each new package at your front door has been a gift that keeps on giving, but frankly, it is a miracle you haven't peeked in them yet. To stop yourself from ruining the only surprise the season has in store for you, you have taken each package from your little welcome mat and tucking it into your coat closet so they are out of sight and out of mind. 

Now, with little room left in the closet for anything else, you distract yourself with yet another Christmas movie; a bit bored with the made-for-TV plot and less-than-Oscar-winning acting, you find yourself nodding off.

Just before you shut your eyes and succumb to a long nap that would definitely ruin your sleep schedule, you hear a polite knocking on the other side of your front door. The small sound is enough to pull your bored self from the couch and creep to the door in your obnoxiously fluffy slipper socks. 

Due to your landlord's frugalness, your chilled door knob jiggles dramatically the moment you make contact with it, but it stays on as you give it a light twist and open the door expecting to find yet another delivery person on the other side. 

Instead, you find a pair of familiar-looking soft brown eyes and black and grey two-toned hair. A large brown box is tucked comfortably under his arm, and you try to rember when it was that you have seen this beautiful man before. 

"Can I help you?" You say with an air of caution one develops from watching too many true crime documentaries while living alone. Your hand is still gripping the doorknob in case you have to shut it quickly in the man's face. 

He blinks and gives you a soft, embarrassed smile. "Oh, right, my apologies. Hello, I live in the building; I'm looking for a Y/N; I believe we had a mixup with our packages."

He holds out a box to you and you can tell by the messy scrawl on the label that it is another early Christmas gift from one of your best friends back home. Just seeing the package brings a longing smile to your lips. "Thank you," you say, taking the box excitedly. "So you think that one of yours was delivered to me instead?"

He smiles and reaches into the maroon pocket of what looks to be a high school alumni jacket, pulling out a phone. "I'll admit, I'm not the best when it comes to technology, but I believe one of my packages was delivered to your door by mistake." He holds out his phone for you to take, and you notice that his device, while dated, is remarkably well taken care of. His screen is completely without cracks or finger smudges, giving you a clear photo sent to him by the post. 

Sure enough, you see as clear as day that his package was dropped on your cute little doormat. 

"You're right," you say, not wanting to leave the man out in the hall; you open your door a bit wider. "Come on in and I'll grab your box."

"Thank you, I apologize for the inconvenience," he says, stepping hesitantly across your threshold.

"It's not your fault," you reply, thankful that you had just deep-cleaned your living space out of sheer boredom just the other day. But you have a feeling that even if you led him into a pigsty, he wouldn't say anything about it. 

You get to your makeshift gift closet and grab the most recent package from the pile. Sure enough, you weren't paying attention and completely missed the very obvious 'Shinsuke Kita' printed on the label.

"I am so sorry; I can't believe I missed it when I brought it inside." you apologize, handing the box to him as if it were made of glass. "Please don't think I'm that neighbor who steals packages."

A soft laugh bubbles to the surface, setting his eyes alight. "I believe you, I can only imagine how overworked postal workers are this time of year. But I really needed to get my hands on this." The way he looks down at the package in his hands reminds you of yourself.

His expression is filled with longing, with love. 

Before you know it, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself asking him a question. "Can I ask what's inside?"

He nods and sets the box down on your kitchen table. "I think you would understand a bit more if I showed you instead. May I?"

You nod as he uses the sharp side of his housekey to split the lid of the box open. To your astonishment, it is filled to the brim with Christmas cookies; even through the simple packaging and the mouthwateringly sweet scent that fills your apartment, you can tell that these are not just homemade but have been baked fresh and overnighted from somewhere. 

"Wow, I can see why you wanted to find those. "You laugh, admiring the rustic uniformity of the sweets. "Who are they from?"

"My grandmother," he says softly. "When the holidays come, she makes enough cookies to feed an army. I never took the time to appreciate how much it meant to me until now. But now that I'm on my own, I understand what a treasure it is to taste a loved one's cooking during the holidays."

"You can't go home for Christmas?" you ask, your brow furrowing as your heart begins to feel that familiar ache. 

He shakes his head, "Not this year; I'm currently getting my masters in agricultural management so I can take over my family's rice paddy. The program is expensive, so getting a ticket home this year was out of my budget."

"I know how you feel," you say solemnly, "I'm in a similar position, actually. Travel is too expensive, and  I'm really missing home right now."

His frown falters as he takes in your features, the kindness in his gaze burns your skin like a flame as he holds out a cookie to you. "Well then, it looks like you need a little taste of home this year too."

"I couldn't," you say politely, although it is obvious you want to try one. "These are for you."

The skin around his eyes crinkles with his smile, "Please, take one. My grandmother always says that her cookies taste better when they are shared."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic," you chuckle, taking a cookie from his outstretched hand; as your fingers brush, you feel an almost electric sensation shoot down your spine. 

"Merry Christmas," he says, grabbing another cookie from his box and taking a bite.

You follow suit, and the moment you bite down on the soft pasty, your mind is blown. 

Oh my god

What the hell is in these cookies that make them taste so good?

Your heart fills with love as the flavors dance on your tongue. "Wow."

"They're delicious, aren't they?" he hums, his eyes full of emotion as he takes another bite of this life-changing cookie. "It's silly, but it makes me want to actually get into the Christmas spirit. I haven't felt the need until now."

"I know what you mean," you say looking around your apartment, your lack of decorations more evident than usual. Not even your wall calendar is festive. "Now I kinda want to do something, maybe get a little tree to set up."

"A tree would look nice over there by the window," he offers helpfully. 

And although you just met this man, you can't help but wonder if the magic of Christmas has managed to bring you too lonely souls together for the holiday.

Clenching your fists into tight little balls, you look up at the man boldly. "Would you…Would you want to maybe go and do something christmassy? You know, with me?

Delight lights up his face as he nods eagerly, "I would. Actually, I am feeling inspired. Would you be interested in possibly picking out a Christmas tree with me?"

"I'd like that," you breathe, not believing your luck. People always say that if you want to meet someone, you'd have to leave the comfort of your home, but this date has come right to you.

"I actually heard about a great tree lot not too far from here, we could leave in twenty minutes or so if that works with you?"

"That would be great. Let me just get my coat, and I'll meet you downstairs."

He grabs the cookie box off the counter but removes a few more cookies, leaving them on the table for you. "Well then, I'll see you soon, Y/n." The way he says your name is far sweeter than the cookies and you find yourself weak in the knees as he steps out into the hallway and disappears, leaving you wondering what in the world just happened.

Your heart thumps wildly as you scurry about your apartment with newfound holiday cheer as you get ready for the first of many seasonal dates with your handsome neighbor.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

[srtruth]

Christmas Kenmayu One-Shot

Note: This is a short story I wrote last year and posted it in a fic I have on ao3, but I fixed it, added more stuff and translated it. I hope you like it.

In Soul Society, Christmas was not actively celebrated, but thanks to the influence of humans, many were encouraged to participate in gift exchanges. It was December 25th, almost noon. Zaraki walked excitedly with a gift in his hand. He was sure that he would surprise the scientist with what he brought.

They had agreed to meet in a secluded location, one that guaranteed privacy. Mayuri had insisted that he did not want Zaraki to approach his division, in fact, he preferred to keep it free from the presence of any of the other captains, without exception.

Upon arriving, Zaraki saw him sitting on a bench, without his captain's haori or his characteristic headdress. He seemed distracted, looking in another direction while the shadow of the trees covered him up to his lap. Kenpachi hesitated, not knowing whether to sit next to him or remain standing. He did not want to interrupt that strange tranquility emanating from the man everyone considered a public danger. Finally, he decided to break the silence.

"What did you do on Christmas Eve?" he asked, scratching his neck, not having a better idea to start the conversation. Plus, he was eager to give the gift to him.

"Just work." Mayuri answered, not looking at him yet. From where Zaraki was, he could see how he twisted his lips in disgust, wondering if the scientist was really there for pleasure or for a minimal commitment. What Mayuri was observing was the weeds which moved with the breeze, and the snow that Toshiro had dropped the night before to give it a Christmas atmosphere, now slowly melting.

Although he didn't see it fall, Mayuri was glad that the snow had almost disappeared, leaving only a few blocks unmelted. He didn't understand why they were celebrating such a senseless act. When they saw their plants withered by the frost, they would realize that this act was anything but innocent.

Near him, a peach tree began to abort all its fruits, rolling to his feet when the wind finished releasing them. Without pulp, being only stones and barely covered by their green skin, the peaches were inedible, a further reflection of how harmful the artificial climate created during the celebration could be.

"Just that? Nothing else?" Zaraki insisted, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He wondered if he did anything other than just work, since Mayuri had made it clear that he wasn’t going to participate in the dinner organized by Ukitake the night before, but his lieutenant, Nemu, did, hanging out with Yachiru and the other girls. The dinner included a secret gift exchange, an activity organized by Rangiku.

Zaraki had received an excellent sake as a gift, something he was deeply grateful for and did not hesitate to drink that same night. He did not know who was responsible, but he was very grateful to that person. It had been his turn to leave a gift for Izuru, and although he was not someone used to these dynamics, in the end he chose to give him a notebook with an elegant and discreet engraving. Knowing his taste for writing and suggested by Yumichika, given his melancholic character and his excellent articles in the newsletter, it seemed like a good gift for Izuru.

During the exchange, there were all kinds of gifts. From afar, Zaraki watched with amusement as Hisagi's embarrassed expression opened his gift. Those around him began to shout with laughter.

"let him put it on! let him put it on!" They were grateful among applause and laughter.

As he approached, Zaraki managed to read the label on the box that read the name of a well-known sex shop. He didn't need any more clues to humorously imagine what could be inside.

Back to the present. Mayuri sighed, visibly annoyed by the questioning. For a moment it seemed like he would say something about how busy he was or how insignificant such festivities were to him, but instead he just replied half-heartedly. He spat everything out so they wouldn't ask any more questions. 

"Nemu bought and made breaded and fried chicken. It was a short five-minute dinner. She gave me a pen, and I gave her clothes. Then I went back to the lab."

Of course, Mayuri said it all, so dry and direct that Kenpachi had no way to continue the conversation anymore. For his part, Mayuri also showed no interest in knowing what Kenpachi had done the night before.

Realizing that the conversation was going nowhere, Zaraki decided to change the focus. He placed the gift in front of Mayuri and said: "I brought you something... Uh..." he muttered, trying to remember the name of the holiday. "Bah, whatever. It's a gift, accept it if you want."

Finally, the scientist turned to look. He let out a slight sound of surprise, and his expression quickly changed from confusion to almost feline curiosity. Until that moment, he had been looking in another direction, so he had not seen what Zaraki was carrying in his hands.

In front of him was a good-sized flowerpot, but the flowerpot was not what impressed him; what really caught his attention was the plant inside. It had a straight stem, oval leaves ending in a point, and a bell-shaped flower whose colors degrade from green to dull purple. Its globose, black and shiny fruit completed the image of a well-cared-for and healthy species, reaching almost a meter in height (just over three feet).

Mayuri leaned forward, admiring the plant as Zaraki placed the pot on the ground. Without hesitation, the scientist bent down to examine it more closely, his hands delicately running over the leaves.

"An Atropa belladonna, and with fruits," he said in a tone that combined wonder and satisfaction. "How did you get it?"

It was obvious that he wanted the plant, but the gift put him in an awkward position. Not having anything to give back to Zaraki made him feel indebted, something that irritated him deeply.

"I'll tell you the story another time. Accept the gift," Zaraki ordered, crossing his arms and smiling with satisfaction at seeing the scientist's reaction.

Mayuri looked at him with a frown, struggling between his interest in the plant and his frustration. Finally, he clicked his tongue.

"What do you want in return? Ask for anything" he snapped, clearly uncomfortable.

Zaraki, surprised by the question, took a moment to react, quickly widening his smile. He wasn't going to pretend he didn't want anything in return and pretend humility, he wasn't going to waste this unprecedented opportunity. He laughed dully.

"anything I want?" he asked in a mocking tone, letting out a hoarse laugh as he leaned slightly towards the scientist, enjoying the situation.

"That's what I said. Or are you so stupid that you're overwhelmed by making a decision?" Mayuri asked impatiently, drumming his fingers on the clay flower pot. Not everyone had the opportunity to receive technology in his world... or at least that's what he thought someone more sensible would ask for. The other, in a hurry to answer and avoid further straining the scientist's patience, answered quickly.

"I would like to spend a good time with you, it would be the best gift for me," said Zaraki. He didn't mean it with any double intentions, but his nerves betrayed him, and he blurted out those words clumsily.

Mayuri raised an eyebrow, surprised by the comment, and replied with an evidently offended tone. "Of course" he made his throat reverberate as he said those words "my time is a gift that I don't give to just anyone. But don't think that I'm your concubine. What do you mean by 'have a good time'?"

As he spoke, he plucked and popped a fruit into his mouth, sweet as any other berry. He was visibly excited by the gift, imagining the possibilities of growing an even more poisonous specimen.

—I didn't mean it that way… Of course I want to, but no… —Zaraki stopped when he realized what he had just witnessed.

With wide eyes, he watched as Mayuri popped another fruit into his mouth. Sudden terror filled Kenpachi, who reacted quickly, tightly gripping the scientist’s cheeks and hand where he had another berry.

"Spit it out!" he demanded, squeezing Mayuri’s cheeks so hard that he groaned, the flesh of his mouth sinking painfully into his teeth.

Mayuri spat out the seeds in annoyance and abruptly pulled away from the grip, rubbing his cheeks as he glared at Zaraki angrily.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, stupid? Do you really think I’m going to get poisoned?" he snorted, adjusting his sore cheeks. "I’m immune to belladonna alkaloids. I’m immune to any poison or drug you can think of. And by the way, a single berry will not kill an adult, unless he has an unusually low sensitivity or tolerance."

Zaraki, still leaning over him, stared at him in disbelief as he tried to process what he had just heard. Both of them were still crouching by the flowerpot, the situation causing Kenpachi to let out a frustrated snort.

"You could have warned me, you fucking lunatic," he growled, finally relaxing.

Mayuri merely smiled and shrugged, being still surprised by his skills was a pleasure he would never tire of.

"…Everyone?" Kenpachi asked, still trying to process what he had just heard.

"Opioids can still sedate me a little, but only in high doses. I don't know if it's an advantage for you, but being immune to anesthesia has its peculiarities." His smile was big, Kenpachi didn't really know what advantages being immune to painkillers and sedatives would bring him, but Mayuri knew what he was doing.

"And how many berries does it take for it to take effect?" Zaraki asked curiously.

"Me? Even eating the whole plant wouldn’t be enough. For an average individual, three or four berries work as an aphrodisiac. Between four and eight cause hallucinations, and ten berries are already a lethal dose." Mayuri spoke with a mixture of enthusiasm and lightness, while absentmindedly playing with the flowers. "With genetic engineering, I could create even more poisonous specimens."

Zaraki frowned at the comment, but decided not to ask why someone would want to make a more dangerous plant. Instead, he watched as Mayuri, completely absorbed, brought another berry to his mouth. 

"Stop eating the poor plant" Zaraki said, moving forward to take it away, still suspicious, but then an idea crossed his mind when he saw the scientist’s soft lips.

With a determined movement, he leaned towards Mayuri and, before he could react, he removed the berry from his mouth with a kiss.

The scientist, who was used to being a little surprised by the world, blinked a few times. Although he initially seemed to be desensitized to this type of demonstration, his expression changed to a mix of intrigue and acceptance, as if he wanted to see how far Zaraki would go.

"You say that if I eat three berries it would have an aphrodisiac effect on me?" Zaraki asked curiously, as he looked at the dark fruits of the plant.

"You don’t need such effects," Mayuri replied disdainfully, referring to Kenpachi’s obvious natural impetus.

In the end, Mayuri took Kenpachi to his division. Against all odds, Kenpachi got his way, receiving much more than he had probably bargained for this Christmas. Even though it was already December 26th, Mayuri ended up giving him a gift, a new eyepatch designed especially for him, a display of the scientific genius that the eccentric captain is so proud of.

Later, as the plant rested in a corner of Mayuri's room, still curious, he decided to demand the story that Zaraki promised to tell him about how he had obtained such a specimen, in addition to flowering and bearing fruit.

"So? Where did you get the plant?" Mayuri asked curiously.

Zaraki burst out laughing, thinking about the dishonest origin of his acquisition. "Well, first I heard from Yachiru that you were looking for poisonous plants. I got the courage and bought this botany book," he said, showing a small book with detailed images of dangerous flora. Mayuri looked at it with a mixture of interest and skepticism, while Zaraki continued with his story.

"One day, I went to the Fourth Division because… well, because I had some injuries. I won’t go into details. The thing is, while I was walking down one of the hallways, I saw this plant as a decoration. I recognized it immediately and thought, 'Why the hell would they have something like that in plain sight?'" Hiding something in plain sight was very clever, Mayuri thought, after all no one would expect a brute to read a botany book and recognize the plant. Zaraki had paused, smiling mischievously. "So, after they gave me the ointment, I rescued it from that place."

Mayuri let out a loud laugh, something rare for him. The idea of ​​Kenpachi kidnapping a plant from the Fourth Division was hilarious to him. " 'Rescuing it', you say? How shameless!" he said with a laugh, imagining Zaraki secretly carrying the pot as if it were a war trophy.

The plant now rested in a prominent place in Mayuri's room, under the meticulous care of the mad scientist who, despite his peculiarities, knew how to appreciate the value of the nice and well thought-out gift.

It makes me laugh a lot to think about the kidnapping of the plant askksksks or ransom or robbery, whatever you want to call it. Thanks for reading.

[blacktofade]

Gemtho Fortnight Day 6

Prompt: Gemtho prompt: RPF, Etho actually gives Gem his address (or a PO box maybe) so she can send him a Christmas gift, they start sending goofy penpal letters and trinkets back and forth, but it soon becomes extremely horny letters and perhaps physical nudes.

cw: rpf

“I went to the post office yesterday,” Etho says instead of hello when Gem answers the Discord call.

His voice is rough and strangely echoed, like he’s halfway to taking a sip of the first coffee of his day.

It’s early for him. Gem doesn’t usually see any sign of him until later in the afternoon, and her stomach jolts with anticipation.

“Get anything good?” she asks, feigning innocence, and Etho grunts.

“You’re the only one with my address.”

It’s not Etho’s address, it’s a PO box in Edmonton he’s kept open for months now.

It had started as a joke with Gem threatening to find him to send him a mic stand, but she’d only brought it up once, and yet a week later, Etho had dropped the address into her DMs. Nothing else, just the address, and Gem had taken it and ran.

She’d sent the mic stand, not that she expected him to use it, but she’d also included a Funko Pop of Kakashi, just because she wasn’t about to miss the opportunity.

Eventually, he’d DMed her a photo of the same desk setup that she’d seen before, but the tissue box was gone, replaced with the stand, and near his monitor was the ridiculous Funko figure.

It had made her feel strangely powerful.

She’d started sending him things regularly, not expecting him to continue paying for the space month after month, but nothing had ever been returned to her. It all made it to him.

She’d sent him Easter candy she’d found in the back of a pharmacy, almost a year out of date. She’d sent him an old Sega game with no label from a flea market. She’d sent him a little piece of her soul in the form of a postcard from Boston, wish you were here scribbled on the back.

Later in the year when she’d got home from Twitch Con, she’d sent him a signed photo of Bdubs. She’d got it from John as a joke after too many drinks in the California sun, when they’d both laughed to the point of tears at the thought of Etho opening it.

And a week later Etho had sent her a photo of it framed and sitting on the shelf behind his desk.

It was around that time she’d realized he was doing it for her — the whole PO box setup, his strangely candid responses. He was letting her sneak her way into his life.

Which leads to now and the reason why her palms are sweating.

“Have you opened it yet?” she asks and she hears a creak, like he’s leaning back in his chair.

“I opened it last night.”

Gem swallows, tugging anxiously at the hem of her sweater. “Am I wildly off-base?”

“Depends what reaction you were expecting from me.”

Gem takes a breath. “What reaction did I get?”

“I'm only human,” Etho tells her and Gem shuts her eyes and thinks she understands.

The envelope she'd mailed him had contained Polaroids. The kind of Polaroids she's never sent anyone else, the kind she's never wanted to take before.

She can imagine him at his desk, tipping out the contents and sitting in stunned silence. She can imagine him holding one of the photos — maybe the one of her topless, one hand resting on her ribs, face turned away from the camera but hair unmistakable — touching himself and knowing they'd be having this conversation later.

“That's the reaction I was hoping for,” Gem admits quietly.

“I'm going to keep the PO box open a little while longer,” Etho tells her, and it feels like an aside until he adds, “if you would like to send more.”

He says it like he's doing her a favor, but Gem feels breathless.

“Yeah,” she says, too quick to be anything but eager. “I can do that.”

“I'm also going to need your address.”

Gem's mouth is suddenly dry.

She can do that, too.

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

(Hoo boy this one's long. This is a CHRISTMAS ask. I'm just sending it early to make sure it's received and made aware of in time. It's also meant for PRESENT DAY, not future. I say that for a reason.)

Spectre goes around Sanctuary, leaving various gifts for certain drones in the colony.

The first box is labelled "N." Inside is a toy dog, like the kind you'd find at a Toys R Us. The second box is labelled "Uzi." Inside is a potted Venus Flytrap and some supplies for caring for it. There's just a single wrapped item labelled "Bolt and A.K." Unwrapping it reveals a copy of "Dragonology: The Complete Book of Dragons." A larger box is labelled "Bishop." It contains a small mechanical owl, about 12 inches tall. It's intelligence level appears to be at the same level as a Sentinel, and Bishop is registered as its "Owner." The next is labelled "KittTera" and consists of two items, one large and one small. The large item is a rechargeable back massager. The small item is a sort of fidget toy in the shape of a bat, with 3 segments that can be turned around. It's attached to a key ring large enough for a drone to put a finger through. Lastly for the Elliot-Doorman family, there is a lone box, the label simply reading "Koba." Inside is a small plushie of Shadow the Hedgehog.

A tiny box for Kiara contains a rather excessively secured snow globe with a scene reminiscent of the cities on Copper-9. There's a crank built into the bottom that, when twisted a few times, starts a built in music box which plays "Fly Me To The Moon."

A small pouch tied with a ribbon has V's name on it, and contains earplugs as well as a copy of Doom. Lizzy also has a pouch, this one containing various sewing supplies.

A small box addressed to Nico contains a necklace with a purple gem carved into the shape of a butterfly. There is also a hastily written note on a scrap piece of paper inside that reads "Not a proposal."

Finally, she goes to a random area in the forest, far away from Sanctuary, and places down an open box containing several drone cores. Looking up, she shouts, "Just don't ask how I got them."

(I hope to god I didn't make any mistakes in this. Happy Holidays!)

N squeals at the toy dog, grinning like a madman as he dances around with it.

Uzi smirks at the carnivorous plant, immediately dropping an insert into its awaiting maw and watching it snap shut, she giggles mischievously.

The twins tear open the package and immediately start fighting over the book; A.K eventually wins and hides away somewhere to read it without his brother- he steals it back later, don't worry.

Bishop gets stars in his eyes as he gushes over the Mechanical Owl, tail wagging so hard he sends some of his research into the air.

When Tera opens hers, she smiles, putting the massager aside for later and immediately playing with the fidget toy, tail flicking and eyelights wide in a simple kind of fascination.

Kiara opens hers and shakes it, having never seen snow in her life, she smiles happily, it gets wider when she hears the song.

V immediately downloads Doom to herself and plays it, laughing maniacally, she stashes the earplugs in her bedside table.

Lizzy seems excited about her own gift, and the pouch itself... she wants to turn it into a baby supply bag... go figure.

Nico, holding his new fiancé's hand, opens his and laughs at the note, his smile falls initially, before his visor wells up in tears and he smiles. Holding it in both hands and blubbering over it like a baby. "Mariposa...."

As for the drone cores. As soon as Spectre walks away... they dissappear like they were never there to begin with....

And the last present... confuses everyone. Tera looks at it, turning it in her hands before looking at Kiara, who also shrugs. They decide to put it in a box- perhaps it will make sense later...?

When Koba is born...where both girls are sitting on the bed, frazzled and stressed and breathless. Tera remembers it, as Koba spends his first night in an incubator surrounded by doctors and nurses and family trying to keep him alive- after multiple moments where his core stopped beating...

And she opens the package to stare at it, choking out a mix of a sob and Iaugh. 22 year old Tera and 23 year old Kiara hold each other as they hold on to the hope that the gift means that everything will be okay...

Happy Holidays!

[wisteriaiswriting]

Secret Santa

Prompt: 20

Words: 466

It was a busy year, so when December rolled around Astra decided on a group activity. Secret santa.

On the first she managed to get most of the agents to gather in the living room, explaining how she’ll find them later. But for now she opened the bag just enough for your hands to reach in and grab a piece of paper, making sure not to look at them.

Soon enough it came to Iso, silently reaching in before pulling out a folded strip of paper. Quickly looking before stuffing it into his pocket. Next it was your turn, hurriedly grabbing your own piece. Stepping back to look, Iso.

You had gotten Iso. Luckily enough you’ve thought about ideas for any future holidays, including Christmas. And now you could use them, having just over three weeks to go through.

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯▯

Great, he managed to pull your name from the bag. Not that it wasn’t good, it’s just he had no clue on what to get you. Either you never spoke about it or he just forgot, who knows.

But he did find out Cypher wasn’t participating in the activity. So Iso spoke with him, not even needing to convince him. Quickly able to see many items, finding out they were the items you were saving up for.

So he figured, buy them for you now. So he did. Paying extra so they arrive in time, during which he buys some wrapping paper and learns how to neatly wrap presents. Within two weeks multiple presents labeled to you were sitting in a pile under the tree. Your own joining them a few days before Christmas.

Soon enough Christmas arrived, every participant had been wrangled into the living area. You and Iso were near the tree, in front of the others. Astra stood on the other side, slowly passing out the labeled presents.

The day started with you two, revealing who got you and your presents. Surprised by it being the man next to you. But happy nonetheless. He watched your face change as you saw the presents, one by one seeing everything you wanted.

In minutes you had finished, just looking around at your gifts.

“I, uh, thank you…”

Before he could respond he was next, only speaking when it was revealed who his secret santa was. You.

“Thanks.”

He was slow to open the presents, his eyes widening at each one. The first was a keychain with a code to a shared playlist you made. The next was a new pair of earphones, the case was signed. By who?

His favourite celebrities of course, multiple all over it. He didn’t say anything but you knew what he meant. The attention shifted as he put in the earphones, immediately becoming his favourites for a few reasons.