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𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴: Decorating the Tree w/ Aaron Hotchner

a/n: omg i am so sorry that i'm three days behind on this challenge, ao3 messed up my tags on all 103 fics so i've had to go back and relabel all of them. thank you so much for your patience, and this challenge has now officially begun!

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You were sure that ninety-nine percent of the time, you were babysitting little Jack Hotchner while his dad was out saving lives. You had entered the single father's life when he needed your help the most.

You knew Haley's sister, and she had recommended you when she couldn't watch the boy. At first, you were hesitant, seeing as though how hectic his work hours were, and you were still in college. But you were well graduated by now, and more than willing to watch Jack for days, even weeks on end, and it wasn't just because of your admiration of his father.

Was the whole 'babysitter having a crush on the father' thing a bit cliche? Of course it was, and you would feel ashamed if it wasn't for the way that he looked at you when he had gotten home.

Jack was sure that this would be another December without his father, and you were determined to distract the saddened boy by showing up to the apartment with all sorts of fun arts and crafts, and tonight, you guys were going to make some ornaments. Of course you didn't give him the glass kind, but the cheap wooden ones that were shaped in either a star or a tree, there wasn't much variety, but Jack seemed hellbent on putting as much detail onto the tree that he chose as he could.

"Do you think daddy will like it?" You heard him pipe up from besides you. You were working on an ornament of your own, your fingers wet with glue as a piece of a pipe cleaner stuck to it. The tree had a poorly drawn star on the top that was then filled in with yellow glitter glue. Beads were glued in place of the bulbs, some ranging from red, blue, to purple; it was a colourful mess and you loved it so much.

"It looks great buddy!" You praised him enthusiastically. You gently wove your finger through the white string that would soon be used to hang it up on the tree. "Once it dries, you wanna put it right next to your dad's FBI ornament?" You asked with a smile. He nodded with a small pout, beginning to rub his eye in a attempt to wash away the tiredness.

"Yeah." He said quietly. Your smile softened, gently setting the piece down as you gripped his tiny hand, "C'mon," You said, "Let's put you to bed."

He went down without a fight, you tucking him in as you placed a warm kiss to his forehead.

You wished that it could always be like this, you putting him to bed as you treated to you and Aaron's room, but it wasn't right, and you knew that it wasn't, but why did you want it so bad?

You began to decorate the tree that you had managed to get out from the hall closet that it was stuffed into. It wasn't anything too impressive, but it was good enough for you as you did as you promised, putting his father's FBI vest ornament near the very top. Your ears piqued when you heard the front door quietly open, shutting with faint click as you listened to Aaron kick off his shoes.

You knew the man must've been tired, and with all of the lights off, the only thing illuminating the entire apartment being the Christmas lights, you wouldn't be surprised if he just straight up passed out.

You watched as Aaron's eyes fell on to his messy dinning table, which had all sorts of fun things scattered on it. He picked of Jack's tree, examining it.

"Be careful," You called out to him softly, "It might be wet still. I hadn't put Jack down that long ago, if you want to see him. There's also dinner in the fridge, it should still be warm, but y'know, it's cold and all that." You rambled aimlessly. "Thank you." Aaron had finally said, stomping over to you.

"You didn't have to do this." Motioning to your splurging of Christmas decorations. You just shrugged, grinning at him. "It was the least I could do, Aaron. Plus, I like doing this, and it was totally worth it, because Jack had a fun time too." You could see a grin of his own tugging at the corner of his lips. "Is that so?" You nodded, "Yep. Who do you think that tree is for?"

And you could've sworn you saw his eyes light up.

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[shadesofjungkook]

all i want for christmas is you

words: 2261

prompt: “you made me a christmas playlist but it’s just mariah carey’s ‘all i want for christmas is you’. i can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke”

genre: fluff

a/n:  Welcome to Day 4 of Ficmas! this is an ongoing series that i thought i would attempt to do until christmas day! i’ve been under the weather these past few days so i apologize if this is subpar. i was hyped up on cold medicine when i wrote it buuuuut i still hope you enjoy it for what it is!  💖✨

you are three things: a broke college student, a barista at your campus coffee shop and most importantly a music playlist god. being a music playlist god didn’t stop you from being broke but it did make your time working at the student brew more bearable.

after three semesters of working at the student brew, you grew tired of the constant drone of the satellite radio that played throughout the shop. so, for the sake of your sanity, you took it upon yourself to curate your own playlists for the coffee shop.

to your surprise —and your boss’s— it became a huge success and the shop became the ‘it’ place to hang out. students enjoyed their drinks and treats while bobbing their heads to the beat of the music, and humming along to the various melodies. it was rewarding to see your talent in putting songs in a certain order be appreciated by so many. it made your time working at the student brew just a bit more worth it.

well, that and other reason that went by the name of jeon jungkook.

you never planned on having a favourite customer at the shop. but when jungkook took a special interest in your playlists, your song selections and the reasons behind them you couldn’t help but be a little endeared. the fact that he was also so cute was just a bonus. so, you gave him special privileges. he’d get extra whip cream on his hot chocolates, free upsizes and little happy faces drawn next to his name on his cups of coffee. but his favourite privilege (and yours), was when you let him stay back in the shop to keep you company after the last customer left for the night.

tonight, was another one of those nights where jungkook employed his after closing privileges. the last customer had left an hour ago and you finished all the closing procedures for the shop. you felt bad letting jungkook wait on you so you rushed off to the shop’s staff room, ripped off your apron, and clocked out of your shift.

you sped walk your way back into the shop and took a spot behind the front counter. jungkook was leaning into the counter on the other side, humming to jingle bell rock playing above. when he saw you come closer he leaned in even more and donned a wide grin.

“i liked the playlist you made today.”

“did you? i was sort of worried it would be too cliché since every other place in the english-speaking world is playing the same songs twenty-four seven.”

“true. but i still like your order of cliché christmas songs the best.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring jungkook’s compliment and the heat rising to the tips of your ears. “well aren’t you sweet?”

jungkook chuckles. “actually,” he begins, “i’m sweet and an aspiring christmas music playlist god.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, “oh really? when did this happen?”

he grins, “while you were cleaning up.”

you pull yourself across the countertop, closing the distance between you and jungkook. you bring your arm out in front of him with your palm open. you open and close it, itching for the boy to hand over his phone so you can see his playlist.

jungkook laughs at your eagerness but shakes his head. “no way. i want you to hear the playlist before you see what songs i put on it.”

you pout and let your hand fall, your shoulders following suit. “fine. but can i at least have your phone so i can plug it into the sound system?”

“only if you don’t peek and let me press play.”

your head rolls from one side to the other as you let out a sigh. “fine.”

jungkook’s shoulders shake, a breathy chuckle emitting from his lips. you want to roll your eyes at him again but only let a smile small appear on your face instead.  

“well? are you going to come around the counter and show me this playlist? or were you just bluffing?”

jungkook scoffs as he moves away from you. he pulls his phone out of his pocket and he makes his way around the counter. he walks up to you and opens his hand face up. you smirk as you turn to your right to unplug your phone from the aux cord connected to the shop’s sound system. you then turn back to jungkook and take a step back. you extend your arm, beckoning him to plug in his phone and play the playlist he insisted on keeping secret.

he smiles and moves forward. he plugs the aux cord into his phone and pulls up his music app. he pauses and peeks his head over his shoulder to look at you. “ready?”

“are you ready for judgement?”

jungkook scoffs. “my playlist is golden. i’m just worried you won’t understand how good it is.”

you put a hand on your chest, mock shock written on your face. “try me jeon.”

he smirks before he turns back to his phone and presses play. there’s a moment of silence before you hear the sound of twinkling trickle out of the shop’s speakers. then you hear a specific vocal run that would trigger any christmas scrooge.

“really? you’re going to start off your christmas playlist with all i want for christmas is you?”

jungkook smiles wide as he fires finger guns at you. “hell yeah. who doesn’t love a little mariah carey in the wintertime.”

you roll your eyes and take a step closer to jungkook to lightly slap him on his chest. he curls into the hit letting a small giggle escape his lips. you smile in response, too endeared in him to really be mad at his song choice. his smile mirrors your own before he takes your hands into his.

your eyes widen and you let out a squeak as jungkook pulls you into his chest. he laughs, bringing your connected hands above your heads and prompting you to walk underneath. you giggle but go along with his little impromptu dance. as you make your way back around, jungkook pulls you close to him again, with your back flush against his chest. you bite your lip, feeling the rush of christmas red run straight to your cheeks.

as quickly as your blush appears jungkook spins you back out and away from him. he lets go of your hand, leaving you breathless as he begins to swing his arms wildly from left to right. his own version of the carlton has you throwing your head back in laughter and grabbing your stomach as it cramps up with every laugh. jungkook’s eyes grow smaller, crinkling at the sides as he basks in your laughter.

jungkook stops his little dance as the song begins to fade out. you wipe the tears brimming at your eyes, letting the last of your giggles come out. the song finishes and you open your mouth to ask jungkook what song he had picked out next when you hear a familiar tune begin to fill the room.

“is this…? is this all i want for christmas is youagain?”

jungkook stands tall with a proud smile on his face as he brushes an imaginary beard, his one eyebrow raised.

“maybe so.”

“jungkook. we just heard this, skip to the next song.”

an almost wicked smile flashes across the boy’s face as he turns away from you to unlock his phone. he turns back to face you a little and you can see the song’s cover art on his screen. you glance up from his phone and see jungkook staring at you, that same wicked smile on his face.

“just remember, you asked me to skip this song.”

“just play the next song already.”

he shrugs his shoulder and presses the skip button. you peek at his phone to see what song he chose when you notice you’ve seen no change. mariah carey is still displayed on his phone’s screen and that same twinkling intro plays out from the speakers above you.

your eyebrows furrow as you switch your eyes between jungkook’s eyes and his phone.

“jungkook, i think you accidentally pressed the repeat button on your phone. there’s no way you put this song on for the third time.”

jungkook doesn’t say anything right away. he smirks at you as he beckons you over and offers his phone up to you.

“if you want to know what my playlist is you can look through it yourself.”

you throw both your hands up in the air. “now you’re letting me see your playlist.”

jungkook nods his head and steps back as you move up to grab his phone. he moves to the other side of you and you look up at him eyeing him and his every move. he tucks his lips into his mouth, trying his best to contain himself, as he watches you divert your attention back to his phone and press the skip button.

you are once again met with mariah carey sitting in the snow on the phone’s screen as her voice echoes out from above. you whip your head back to jungkook who has an ear-splitting grin on his face. you look back at his phone and double check that the song isn’t on repeat. it isn’t. you shake your head, your mouth opening and closing before you press skip again.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip.

all i want for christmas is you.

skip. skip. skip

all i want for christmas is you.

by now jungkook is howling beside you, watching the confusion course through your face. you close your eyes and let out a huff of air. you place jungkook’s phone down and slowly turn your head to shoot daggers straight into his eyes. the boy remains unaffected by your dangerous stare as he tilts his head and lets that wicked smile back on his face.

“it’s a pretty kick-ass playlist don’t you think?”

“jeon jungkook this has got to be some kind of sick joke.” you scoff.

he shakes his head. “nope. this is a special playlist just for you.”

you throw your hands up in the air. “what’s so special about hearing mariah carey tell me that all she wants for christmas is me?”

jungkook chuckles at your frustration. you stare up at him as he pauses to let his eyes search between yours. almost like he was trying to send you a message telepathically.  

“i don’t think it’s mariah that’s the one who’s trying to tell you that all they want for christmas is you,” he says in a soft voice.

you let your head fall back. your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare at the ceiling mariah's chipper voice fogging up your mind. you pull your head upright again, gazing at jungkook with a pout set in your face.

“this song has rotted my brain jungkook. just tell me what the heck you mean.”

jungkook shuts his eyes and throws back his head. a groan travels up his neck and out of his mouth. he rolls his head back to the side and stares at you with immense pity. you stare back at him more confusion written on your face and jungkook shakes his head and lets out a weak chuckle.

“it’s me idiot. i’m the one trying to say that all i want for christmas is you.”

your eyes grow as each second of realization passes by. the blush from earlier makes a comeback to your cheeks as you drop your gaze to the floor. you bring your hands to your face as you shake your head back and forth.

i really am an idiot.you think.

jungkook chuckles. he steps closer to you and pulls your hands away from your face and holds them within his own. he swings them back and forth, pulling a small giggle out of you as you finally glance back up at him. you’re greeted with a warm smile when you do and your chest squeezes. jungkook squeezes your hands and takes a deep breath.

“i know this isn’t the most romantic way to ask someone out… but i thought it made sense with you since you make playlists and stuff… uh, anyway, i think just think you’re a really cool person and i’ve enjoyed talking and getting to know you. plus, i think you’re super cute and i’ve wanted to ask you out for so long but i just couldn’t muster up the coura-.”

jungkook is silenced with your soft lips and arms around his neck. the shock of your soft impact subsides and he takes no time to wrap his arms around you. he pulls you closer into his embrace and you smile into his lips before you pull back and gaze up into his eyes.

“well, i happen to think that making a playlist for the person you like is the most romantic thing in the world.”

jungkook beams. “will you make my wish come true, and be all that i want for christmas this year?”

you tilt your head and let a smug smile creep along your face. “how about letting me be all you want for longer than just christmas?”

jungkook nods his head. “hell yeah, i’d let you do that.”

you giggle as you lift yourself up on the tips of your toes. mariah’s voice still wafts through the coffee shop as you pull jungkook down in for another kiss.

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13 Days Of Ficmas - Day 2: Scarf

A/N: Hi guys, welcome to day two of @13daysofficmas!

Today's prompt is: Scarf

This is set Christmas Eve 2020, Taylor and Karlie have been publicly out for about a year and married for just under that.

Also not beta'd yet again so blame any mistakes on me.

As usual, if you don’t like the idea of real people being fictionalized, don’t read this, thank you!

TW: Brief mentions of homophobia :( Also vague allusions to sexual activity I guess, lol

Check out day 1 here

Read it on ao3 or on Wattpad

"Baby, do you need any-?" Karlie Swift-Kloss began as she walked into the largest of the four bathrooms in the New York City penthouse apartment she shared with her wife of just under a year.

Immediately at the sound of her voice Taylor, who was standing in front of the mirror spun around, thus foiling Karlie's initial plan to wrap her arms around the shorter woman from behind.

"You!" The singer said dramatically, jabbing a long, thin finger into the air towards Karlie, "this is all your fault!"

"What? Tay, what are you...?" Karlie's words trailed off as she took in the sight before her and knowingly smirked, gradually letting it grow into a large grin before she finally burst out laughing.

"This isn't funny, Karls!" Taylor said, exasperated as she threw her hands in the air. Karlie put a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her amusement, but wit no success.

"Yes, it is," she managed to choke out between her (perhaps childish, but absolutely warranted) fits of the giggles.

"It most certainly is not," Taylor hissed, her blue eyes dark and her facial expression tense and unyielding. "I'm 31 years old, I'm going on stage tonight to sing Christmas songs in front of all of America as we count down the minutes to Christmas Day on national fucking television and you," she said, dramatically poking the younger girl in the chest, "gave me a fucking hickey." She whispered the word as if this act would somehow cause the large, aggressively red bruise perfectly visible on the side of her pale neck to shrink or disappear. Karlie's laughter only doubled. "I- I'm," she started to say, but it soon became very clear that she was still laughing too hard to speak.  She took a few deep breaths, calming herself. "I'm sorry," she finished finally only to then immediately shake her head at her own words.

"No, I'm not. I'm not sorry."

"Karlieeeeee!" Taylor whined. "I'm so mad at you, this is wildly inappropriate and unprofessional and, I don't even know, but I'm mad at you!" She was pouting, trying to look as miserable as possible, but her wife only snickered. "Oh really?" she asked teasingly and without any protests from the singer she pulled Taylor close, letting her fingers trail nimbly down the shorter girl's neck, pausing at the mark and meeting those blue eyes, no longer making an effort to wipe the teasing grin off her face.

"You didn't seem to mind at the time," she said, her voice low and accompanied by a smirk that was now going from teasing to seductive.

She caught sight of Taylor biting her lower lip, but no doubt feeling Karlie's eyes on her Taylor did her best to seem unaffected by what was being implied.

"In fact," Karlie whispered from somewhere low in her throat, her lips dangerously close to Taylor's neck, "I seem to remember you enjoying it quite a bit..." Triumphantly she felt Taylor shudder ever so slightly against her, perhaps at the words or at the warm breath hitting her skin just right.

Regardless, the action caused Taylor, seemingly not even fully in control of her own actions, to press herself closer to Karlie, tilting her head up and thus exposing the unmarked side of her neck.

"Oh, but I would, you know..." Karlie warned into Taylor's ear and just like that the spell was broken and Taylor pushed her wife off, groaning in frustration and rolling her eyes. "Stop it, I'm still mad at you," she insisted, but her voice was considerably softer now and a light blush was making its way onto her cheeks.

"What if the makeup won't cover it properly?" Taylor asked and her voice was so small now that Karlie felt genuinely sorry for the first time in this conversation.

"Everyone is just starting to get used to the idea of us," Taylor said, sitting down atop the toilet lid as she spoke, "if I go out like this there will be a reaction, you know...And I don't know if a charity Christmas concert is the right place to open up a public conversation about all the kinky gay sex we're having..." There was a faint smile on her face at this, but Karlie avoided her eyes, knowing that Taylor wasn't joking. "Hey," she said softly, "you know, one hickey isn't exactly indicative of kinky, gay-"

"No, I know," Taylor said immediately, "but you know as well as I do that's where everyone's minds are gonna go..." Karlie did know, they had been out since just before the wedding, but even a year later they were still mindful about packing on the PDA too heavily in public, partly because they were so used to hiding and partly because they knew the idea of homosexuality was all fine and dandy as long as no one had to actually think about or imagine what they do behind closed doors and she knew Taylor worried.

"Hey I have an idea," Karlie said leaving Taylor alone in the bathroom for a second before returning with the huge, red, knitted scarf Taylor had found at a Christmas fair last year.

"Scarfs are Christmas-y, right? And you look cute in this one!"

"Karlie," Taylor said holding back a laugh, "There's not even any snow and it's like, 46 degrees out!"

"All true," Karlie admitted, "but you do look adorable and very festive in this."

"Thanks, I think I'll take my chances with the makeup team, they should be here any minute."

"Okay, last chance," Karlie said, dangling the scarf in front of Taylor with a grin.

"No," Taylor said, taking the scarf out of Karlie's hand as she spoke and proceeding to press a sweet kiss to her lips, "but, since you like it so much," another kiss. "Maybe. You. Should. Wear. It?" She suggested puncturing every word with a kiss. "To make up for the matching one I'm about to give you..." At that she leaned up, sucking gently at Karlie's neck, chuckling against her skin when the younger woman gave an involuntary little gasp at the sensation when Taylor briefly added her teeth. Then she stepped back and inspected her work before holding out the scarf.

"Yep, the makeup team is only for the people on stage so you now need this more than I do. Besides, you look cute in it too, you know." Taylor smiled and helpfully draped the scarf around Karlie's neck.

"Nuh-uh," She protested when Karlie went to take it off figuring that the cameras would have a harder time capturing anything they weren't supposed to on someone in the audience and thus rendering the scarf unnecessary. "Wear it for me," Taylor explained, an assertive edge to her voice now, "and I'll make sure to give you more than one little love bite wherever you want as soon as we get back....Consider them an early Christmas present."

With that she left a gaping Karlie (scarf and all) helplessly watching Taylor go, deliberately swaying her hips as she did.

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𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽: Wrapping Gifts w/ Rosita Espinosa

a/n: by the time i post this, it'll be after christmas, so merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays to those who don't! i should be back to posting soon! i'm sorry that i disappeared, i just needed time for myself and my family!

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Some may find it hard to believe, but in a past life, Rosita was the one that would wrap the gifts, and honestly, she enjoyed doing so.

She must admit that she was a bit rusty when it came to the craft, but it wasn't that hard to get back in her groove. She had never seen the point of Christmas until her family had moved to Alexandria, after losing Abraham and Glenn, but when she met you, her sweet girlfriend, it was like the holiday spirit had been instilled in her once more. Rosita had also wanted to give the kids especially Coco, a chance to see what it was like to receive gifts, to wake up to something under the tree, an even to look forward to, something to distract them from the dangers beyond the walls.

"Rosie?" You called out to her as you came through the front door. Little Coco cooed in your arms. It had been your turn to take care of the baby after Eugene had finally let up on his anal schedule he had in place for the little girl. It was strange, being around a man that you knew wanted your girlfriend, but yet, it wasn't all at the same time.

"In here!" You followed the sound of her voice, a love-struck smile on your face as you spotted the array of wrapping paper and items on your dining table. "What're you up to?" You asked. She stopped her taping to give you a peck on your lips, taking her daughter out of your arms so she could sit on your lap. "Just making sure that the kids experience their first Christmas. Who do you think I could sell Santa to?" Your insides had practically melted at her admission. You walked behind her, massaging her shoulders. "I think you have a good chance with RJ. I'm not sure about the others." She huffed, but smiled, nonetheless.

"It's okay, everyone's getting a gift anyways." She said, before turning her attention back to wrapping.

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