#there’s a kid next to be unwrapping a gift from his boyfriend

[el-im]

where’s that post that’s like. I hope everyone in a happy relationship dies.

[augustinewrites]

satoru bday fic! cw: suggestive

gojo thinks he should be nominated for boyfriend of the year.

not only had he managed to get the kids to school on time, pick up the groceries, get all his reports in to principal yaga, and clean the kitchen, but he’d managed to do it all while extremely hungover on his birthday. 

he’d even managed to do it all before you’d even gotten out of bed.

he doesn’t blame you for sleeping in. the impromptu birthday party he’d thrown had left you all in quite the state by the early hours of morning. you need the re—

“satoru! could you come in here for a second?”

“coming!” he calls back, shoving the coupon that’d fallen from shoko’s birthday card into his wallet before making his way to the bedroom. “hey, let’s get some frozen yogurt when the kids get ho— holy shit.”

your face breaks out into a grin of triumph at his sudden silence. gojo’s rightfully stunned, carefully studying each bit of revealing lace and the way it sits against your body before committing it to memory. 

“is that…”

“the set you had commissioned in paris,” you hum, nonchalant as you drag your fingertips up your hip. “that’s the one.”

he takes a few slow steps toward where you are and takes a seat at the edge of the bed, arousal warming his whole body. “but you said you’d never wear it because—”

“because i was saving it for something special,” you finish, leaning up and shifting towards him. “like your birthday.” 

“well,” he sighs as you close the distance between you. “i should unwrap my gift then.”

“please try not to tear it,” you murmur as his lips brush over your pulse. “i’d very much like to wear it again, and i, oh, i saw the charge on the credit card…”

his reply is no more than a distracted hum as you shift onto his lap, allowing curious hands to explore your body and hungry lips to move against yours. 

the lace is soft on your skin, his hands eagerly working to undo the ties holding up delicate florals and sheer material. 

“satoru, i need you.” your breath is warm against his skin, exciting him more as he goes to pull off garter belt.

“uh, babe?”

“hm?”

“how do you take this off?”

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“well, i connected it to this piece—”

“but we can’t take this piece off unless we take this one off too. that doesn’t make any sense.” 

“i’m telling you, that’s how i put it on.”

“then why won’t it come off?”

it’s then that gojo decides custom lingerie should come with instructions. when he’d designed it, he hadn’t actually considered the logistics of this operation.

“okay,” you huff, turning around and placing your hands on his shoulders. “you’re just going to have to tear it.”

“fine by me,” he grins, slightly smug as he curls his fingers around the expensive material and tears—

the two of you scramble up when the front door slams open. it’s in that moment you realize that satoru hadn’t closed the bedroom door. 

“mom!” you hear megumi shout, his stomps echoing through the apartment. “tsumiki ate one of my snacks!”

“shit, fuck.” cursing, you grab his discarded t-shirt and slip it on before jumping into bed. satoru slips in next to you, pulling the duvet up to your chins and pressing against you from behind.

“satoru!” you hiss when you feel something poke the back of your thigh. 

“we just made out for like ten minutes,” he whispers back, only pulling you closer. “you didn’t think i’d get one?”

“put it away!”

“i could, but—”

you manage to summon one of your divine dogs in time for it push the bedroom door closed, breathing a sigh of relief when the kid’s footsteps come to a halt. 

“we’ll be out in a second!” you call, hearing their hushed argument as they trudge back to the kitchen.

“i might need more than a second…”

you hit satoru in the face with a pillow. “you’ll get the rest of your birthday gift tonight, after you drop the kids off at nanami’s.

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 21: Love is letting him pick the music @sparklyslug

Steve had been dating Eddie for a few months and pretty much their only disagreement was what music to play in the car. They often took turns driving for dates or errands or picking up the kids but would always bemoan the other's radio station. The tapes were no better, only matching the driver's preference.

After another dumb squabble the week before over the music on their drive home from dinner, Steve had had an idea. Now he sat in his bedroom, tape recorder in hand, tapes strewn everywhere and slowly a little list forming on a notebook page.

He was practically jumping with excitement when he finished, picking up the finished mixtape. He quickly got ready for their date and with a smile on his face popped the new tape in the glovebox, heading towards the trailer park.

Eddie was bouncing on the steps when Steve pulled up, seemingly equally excited to see his boyfriend.

"Hey, baby," he said sliding into the car with a kiss on Steve's cheek. Tonight was special, six months since they started dating. Steve knew it was a little silly to have month anniversaries but he was a romantic and Eddie certainly didn't seem to mind.

They got burgers at the favourite diner but Steve was distracted thinking about the gift in his car. Now back in the car he was about to give it to Eddie when Eddie spoke first.

"I, um, I got you something, well, made really," he said sheepishly handing Steve a small parcel wrapped in newspaper.

"Oh, Eds, that's so sweet of you," he replied happily unwrapping the gift. Wait.

"You made me a mixtape?"

Eddie blushed softly, "Yeah, it's ah, it's um for you to have in my van though."

Confused, Steve flipped over the tape to read the tracks, finding a lot of his favourites mixed with a lot of Eddie's.

"Thought you deserved a piece of yourself in my car, besides maybe pop is growing on me."

Steve laughed softly, "Eds, look in my glovebox."

Now it was Eddie's turn to look confused, he opened the panel to see a new tape box sitting next to the others. He gingerly took it and scanned his eyes over the tracks, eyes lighting up.

"Did you make this for me?"

"Think you deserve to have a piece of yourself in my car too, don't mind sharing the airwaves with you."

There weren't as many arguments over music after that, what else would they want to listen to besides a perfect blend of each other.

[libraryofloveletters]

The Art Of Wrapping

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: uncle lew lew, he's so bad at wrapping gifts that even Roscoe is judging, some playful teasing, too many gift to count and a nice family night in.

Word Count: 597

Author's Note: it's not a lewis blurb with roscoe or his niece and nephew soooo also uncle lew lew is so special to meeeee

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As he does every year, the house is filled with shopping bags and Lewis struggles to wrap all of his gifts. This year, he has a secret weapon; you.

Per usual, Lewis has gone overboard with the gifts.

It was his love language, he was a big gift giver and when the holidays rolled around he went into overdrive. You and Lewis were friends long before you became a couple, which meant you were well aware of his holiday predicament.

Not a big shocker when you see the living room floor covered in shopping bags, wrapping paper, gift bags and tissue paper. Lewis was sitting in the middle, trying to wrap what looked to be a lego set in wrapping paper.

You smiled, setting your purse on the couch. "You okay?" You asked your boyfriend and he huffs, leaning back onto the couch as he looks at you.

"This is so difficult."

"I take it your assistant is not much help?" You sat next to him and Lewis looks over to see Roscoe fast asleep next to the fireplace, a few quiet snores coming from the pup.

"No help at all, knocked out as soon as I sat down."

You laughed, pulling the wrapping paper in front of you and resetting the lego box on the paper. "It should not be this hard to wrap a gift," Lewis mumbles, watching as you carefully cut the paper, tucking the edging and taping them.

"How can you drive a Formula One car but not be able to wrap a gift?" You glanced at him, wrapping the red ribbon around the box, tying it into a neat bow.

Lewis rolls his eyes playfully, writing his nephew's name on the top left corner of the paper. "Thank you." He sets the gift on the couch, reaching over for the 6 more bags that were waiting.

"We're gonna be here a while, aren't we?" You look over at him, Lewis takes the gifts out of the shopping bags one by one. "Yeah, we are."

You and Lewis sit there for nearly 2 hours wrapping gifts in wrapping papers, bags, boxes and everything in between. You'd wrap and Lewis would hand you the tape and ribbons and write the names on the boxes and bags.

At some point, the couch was full and you two had finished the final present. Half of it would be dropped off to his sister's place for the kids and the rest would be shared as the days to Christmas went on.

"Do you think it's too late to drop them off now?" He asks, and you shrug. "Don't the kids have school in the morning?"

"Yeah but it's only 7:30, they should be up."

It's like you could read his mind, "I'll get Roscoe, put the bags in the car."

The two of you load yourselves into the car, Roscoe in the backseat and all the bags in the trunk before Lewis drives the two of you over to your sister's place. The kids were still wide awake when you and Lewis arrived while Roscoe made himself comfortable on his auntie's couch, while you two brought in the numerous bags that you had tried to fit into the trunk.

You watch the kids unwrap their presents, your hours of hard work scattered across the living room floor in the span of 15 minutes. The kids hugged both you and their uncle, thanking you for the gifts as they started to sort through their stuff.

"You really need to learn how to wrap presents," you whispered to your boyfriend, leaning into his side as you two watched Roscoe play with the kids and the wrapping paper on the floor.

Lewis laughs, kissing your head. "Next year."

[justlemmeadoreyou]

A Christmas with Harry

so this is short and might be stupid, it's also lame.

words:900

listen to this while you read this <333

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You couldn't wait to go home for Christmas. It had been a tough year and the thought of being surrounded by family and the familiar sights and sounds of the holidays brought a sense of comfort and excitement. But this year, you were even more excited because you were going home with your boyfriend, Harry. This was your first Christmas together and you were both determined to make it special.

As the two of you drove through the snow-covered roads, Harry couldn't stop talking about his plans for the holiday. He was bubbling with excitement, even more so than you. He had never been one to celebrate Christmas in a big way, but with you, he wanted to make every moment count.

'I can't wait for you to see my childhood home,' Harry said, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. 'My mom already has your room all set up, she's been so excited to meet you.'

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was infectious and it made you even more eager to reach your destination. You imagined spending cozy evenings by the fireplace, decorating the tree, and baking cookies with Harry's family.

As you pulled up to the house, you were greeted by a warm hug from Harry's mom. She welcomed you with open arms and immediately made you feel like part of the family. The house was beautifully decorated, with colorful lights and a huge Christmas tree in the living room.

The next few days were a whirlwind of festivities, from making gingerbread houses to watching classic Christmas movies. Harry was like a little kid, getting excited over every little thing. He even convinced you to go ice skating, despite the fact that you were terrible at it.

But the best part of it all was the time you spent with Harry. As the two of you cuddled on the couch, sipping hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have him in your life. His affectionate gestures, like giving you a kiss under the mistletoe or wrapping his arms around you while you cooked, made your heart swell.

On Christmas Eve, Harry had a surprise for you. He had been secretive and mysterious all day, but you didn't mind. It only added to the anticipation. As the evening approached, he finally revealed his plan. He had set up a small Christmas celebration just for the two of you.

'I wanted our first Christmas together to be special,' Harry said, a shy smile on his face as he handed you a beautifully wrapped present. 'Open it.'

With trembling fingers, you unwrapped the gift to reveal a soft, red sweater with a reindeer and snowflake pattern. It was perfect and you couldn't help but throw your arms around Harry in a tight hug.

'I love it, Harry,' you said, beaming at him.

'And I have one more surprise,' he said, leading you to the backyard.

To your amazement, the backyard was transformed into a winter wonderland. There was a small bonfire, a table set with a delicious dinner, and a huge tree decorated with fairy lights. Snowflakes fell softly from the sky, adding to the magical atmosphere.

'I wanted us to have our own little Christmas,' Harry said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Merry Christmas, my love.'

As you sat under a blanket, enjoying the food and each other's company, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. This was more than you could have ever imagined. It was the perfect Christmas.

As midnight approached, the two of you exchanged gifts. Harry had gotten you a beautiful bracelet, which he said reminded him of your beautiful blue eyes. You, on the other hand, had put together a scrapbook of all the memories the two of you had made together over the past year. As he flipped through the pages, tears formed in his eyes and he pulled you into a hug, whispering words of love and appreciation.

As the night came to an end, you sat by the fire, holding hands and watching the snow fall. It was a quiet and peaceful moment, but it was filled with so much love and warmth.

'I never thought Christmas could be this magical,' you said, resting your head on Harry's shoulder.

'Me neither,' he replied, kissing the top of your head. 'But with you, everything is just better.'

As the clock struck midnight, the two of you exchanged a sweet kiss under the stars. It was a moment you would never forget. Your first Christmas together as a couple, surrounded by love and happiness.

The rest of the holiday was spent with Harry's family, but it was clear that your little Christmas celebration had been the highlight of the trip. You couldn't imagine spending the holidays without Harry by your side now. He had shown you the true meaning of Christmas – love, kindness, and togetherness.

As you said goodbye to everyone and headed back home, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the two of you. But for now, you were content with the memories of your special Christmas together, and the knowledge that no matter what, you had each other.

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[rfxiii]

I saw the winter prompts could you possibly do "You're the only gift I want to unwrap." For Franklin

Btw I love your work keep it up 💚

(Hii! Tysm for the request and the kind words! I hope I did your request justice! So sorry for the long wait 🙏)

All I Want For Christmas Is You

TW: smut

Word count: 2903

“Oh my god! This is hopeless!” you growl to yourself, flopping backwards onto the bed and glaring out the huge windows framing the large backyard at Franklin’s Vinewood home.

You’d spent the last three weeks agonizing over what to get him for Christmas. But unfortunately, Franklin was so damn easy to please that when you’d practically begged him to tell you what he wanted for his Christmas gift, he’d simply shrugged and said “I don’t need nothing. Seriously. Anything you get will be great.” But that wasn’t good enough for you. He was the perfect boyfriend, he was the perfect man. And there was no way you were going to get him some generic, boring present. He deserved the world.

You’d broken down last week and asked Lamar for help. But as close of friends as they were, that lanky goofball was little to no help. He’d suggested taking Frank to get a haircut, or maybe buying him some better clothes or a replacement for his “dusty, busted ass shoes.” But even that felt too basic for what he deserved. You’d even asked Michael for his opinion. But after they’d all received all of that cash from their Union Depository score, Michael had only shrugged and said “The kids got all the money in the world now. If he wanted it, wouldn’t he have it by now?”

You’re floundering for ideas now, but not deterred. There’s only one more day before Christmas, but you were not going to let this conundrum get the best of you. And with a new fire ignited inside you, you pull out your phone and call up Lamar yet again, “Lamar, listen! I’m dying here. I need help! Meet me at Rockford Plaza in twenty. Please! I still haven’t gotten Frank a gift, and I’m dying here!” you plead, pacing the bedroom in a growing panic.

“Ugh! Aight, aight! Damn, you really stressin’ about this. And we gotta go to the fancy ass mall?.. Fuck. Aight! I’ll meet yo’ ass there.” Lamar groans, and you hear shuffling in the background which thankfully signals him actually getting up to get ready to go.

“Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I owe you so big for this, Lamar! I’ll see you there!” you chirp, hanging up the phone and scrambling off to grab your jacket.

You’d planned on this shopping trip today, and had thankfully been able to wrangle Michael into your plan of helping get Franklin out of the house to avoid any suspicion. And now, with all your plans set carefully in place, you head off to meet Lamar for your last ditch effort in finding the perfect gift.

But unfortunately, this close to Christmas, your shopping trip proves to be anything but easy or relaxing.

You and Lamar hurry through the crowded plaza, your eyes darting from one shop to the next as you both try to contain your growing frustration. It's been almost an hour since you met at Rockford Plaza, and so far, all you've managed to find are a few mediocre presents that just don't seem quite right for Franklin. You can't help but feel like you're running out of time, and with each passing minute, the pressure to find the perfect gift for the man who wants nothing seems to intensify.

"I don't know, man," Lamar says, shaking his head as he studies a display of expensive colognes, "He's just so hard to shop for. I mean, what does he even like?"

You feel your brow twitching in irritation as you shoot him a look, “What do you mean, what does he like? You’re his best friend! How can you not-“ You stop your ranting and pull Lamar to a stop in front of a jewelry store, the glittering display of diamonds and precious gems catching your eye. "What about jewelry?" you suggest, feeling a pang of nervousness in your stomach. Jewelry like this is a big gesture, and you're not entirely sure if it's something that Franklin would even want. But as you look around, you can't help but feel drawn to the elegance and the beauty behind each piece.

Lamar shrugs, looking unsure. "I guess it won’t hurt nothin’ to look, right?" he says, following you into the store.

The saleswoman, a polished and professional woman with a knowing smile, approaches you both and inquires if she can be of assistance. You glance at Lamar, who seems to be growing more nervous by the second, and then back at the saleswoman, feeling a surge of determination. This is it. This has to be the one.

As you describe to the saleswoman the qualities that you admire about Franklin and the kind of person he is, you feel a warmth spreading through your chest. You're not just buying a present; you're expressing how you feel about him, how much he means to you. The woman shows you various pieces around the store, but when she shows you a stunning pair of black diamond earrings, you know immediately that this is it. This is the gift that gives everything you've been trying to say for the past three weeks.

You swallow hard, feeling a lump forming in your throat, and turn to Lamar, who is watching you with a mixture of anxiety at feeling out of place and hope that you’d finally found the right gift. "Lamar, I think I got it," you say, your voice trembling just a little. "What do you think?"

“Ya know what-..” Lamar mutters, gazing at the diamond studs inside the thick, glass case, “I think we got a winner.”

“Yeah?” you breathe hopefully, grinning up at him as you begin to imagine the surprise on Franklin’s face when he revived his gift.

“Yeah, homie.. Now, hurry up and let’s get the fuck outta here. I can’t put up with too much more a’ this shit.” Lamar snickers, his gaze darting around to the masses of people milling about frantically through the shops.

You grin at the saleswoman, pointing again to the earrings with a decisive nod, “These. We’ll take these, please!”

The price tag on the item nearly floors Lamar, and the expert wrapping skill of the sales associate has you gawking, as well. Finally, she places the perfectly wrapped box into an equally nice bag- decorated with shiny, black tissue paper. You give her your thanks and quickly lead Lamar back to where you’d left your vehicles.

“Aw, motherfucker!” Lamar growls, snatching the parking ticket off his vans windshield, “Double parked? Bullshit! This right here is a perfect park job!” He argues with absolutely no one.

You have the good grace not to mention his abysmal parking job. Instead, snatching the ticket from his hand and taking in the several hundred dollar fine he now owes, “Ya know what- Gimme this. I’ll pay for it as soon as the holiday is over. Like I said, I owe you so big, LD!”

“No shit? Aight, bet! Thanks a lot, homie!” Lamar chuckles in relieved disbelief. And as he watches you jog off to your car, he calls out to you with a big, cheeky grin, “An’ merry Christmas!”

“Yeah! Have a good Christmas, Lamar!” you shout back, feeling relief washing over you at finally having found the perfect gift.

You spend the rest of the day biting your tongue to keep from excitedly spilling your secret gift to Franklin. But the night is still nice together. Michael had taken him golfing, Trevor had joined them later on and gotten them kicked out, then they’d all been forced to go see one of Michael’s favorite, shitty, black and white films, before he’d come home and been happy for time to actually relax with you after trying to corral his two older friends all day. You’d had a nice dinner, spent time together watching tv, curled up together on the couch, before finally going to bed and leaving you struggling to sleep with your bubbling excitement.

The bright morning sunlight streams in through the window the next morning, casting a warm glow across the bed where you and Franklin lie. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that it's been a while since you've eaten, and with a contented yawn, you roll over to nuzzle into his neck. He hums sleepily, one hand absently stroking your hair as he nestles deeper into the pillows. You grin, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you murmur, leaning over to kiss him gently. "Think you can get up and help me make some breakfast?"

Franklin yawns, stretching his arms high above his head, before letting out a contented sigh. "I guess I could," he grins sleepily, sitting up and blinking blearily at the clock. "What are we having?"

As you watch him throw off the covers and pad over to the bathroom, you can't help but marvel at how comfortable you've become with him. It feels so natural to be here, sharing this space with him. Even as time passes, there's still an element of newness to it, a spark that keeps things exciting and alive. You know that this is where you're supposed to be, and that thought alone fills you with a warmth that spreads through your entire body.

While he's in the bathroom, you head into the kitchen and begin to rummage through the fridge. You pull out some eggs, bread, and some fruit, setting them all on the counter. The eggs sizzle in the pan as you chop up some avocado, thinking about how much he's going to love the surprise you have planned for him. You're so focused on your cooking that you don't notice him sneak up behind you until you feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Mmm, that smells amazing," he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You lean back into him, feeling the muscles in his chest and arms through his t-shirt.

"It's just a little something I threw together," you reply, glancing over your shoulder at him. "But I hope you like it."

He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in the scent of breakfast. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you make," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're the best cook I know."

When the food is finally ready, you serve it up on two plates and carry them over to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. You watch as he takes in the spread, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Wow, this is... amazing," he breathes, looking up at you. "Thank you, babe."

You grin, feeling a rush of pride and happiness. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

He takes a bite of the egg and avocado sandwich, savoring the flavors before swallowing. "It's delicious," he says, looking up at you again. "You really outdid yourself."

You blush, feeling the warmth spread from your cheeks down to your stomach. "I'm glad you like it." You hesitate for a moment, then reach over to grab the small box that you'd hidden behind a throw pillow earlier. Handing it to him, you watch as his expression changes from surprise to delight.

"Merry Christmas." you urge, your heart racing. He takes the box carefully, his fingers tracing over the intricate pattern on the wrapping paper. With a gentle tug, he pulls it off to reveal the black diamond earrings you’d searched so hard to pick out.

“Babe,-.. Holy shit..” Franklin gasps out, his fingers almost cautiously tracing the gems of the earrings.

His reaction is muted and shocked, and you begin to fear that maybe this isn’t even remotely something that he enjoys. But before you can panic too thoroughly, he’s letting out a disbelieving gasp and shooting you the brightest smile you’d seen since you’d agreed to go out with him, “This is…amazing! Holy shit! How’d you pick these out?” he gasps, the smile on his cheeks unwavering.

“You..like’em? Really? Oh my god, I’m so glad! Lamar and I were out all day looking for something to give you, and he was no help, and I was afraid you wouldn’t like these! But I saw’em, and I thought they’d look really nice on you, and I’ve spent all month panicking over what to get you, and-“

“Babe!” Franklin chuckles, cupping your cheeks to silence your frantic rambling, “These are perfect.” he coos before leaning in closer, “But really-.. You're the only gift I want to unwrap.”

He leans in, stealing your breath away when his warm, soft lips press to yours in the softest, slow kiss that has your heart fluttering and head spinning.

“I love you.” you gasp against his lips- your fingers knotting in the front of his shirt to pull him close.

“I love you too, babe.” Franklin mutters with a grin softly twitching his lips.

As you sit there, wrapped up in each other and the glow of the Christmas tree, the room feels impossibly warm and cozy. You lean in, pressing your lips against his again, feeling the familiar heat of his mouth against yours. He pulls you closer, one hand slipping beneath your sweater to stroke your back, the other tangled in your hair.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the moment, the rest of the world fading away into the background. And in this perfect, fleeting moment, you realize that you are exactly where you're meant to be.

The kiss deepens, and your heart races as you feel his hand slip under your shirt, tracing lightly over your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself melting further into his embrace. You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, and you know that he can see the desire burning bright within them.

With a soft moan, he presses his lips to yours again, more urgently this time. You respond in kind, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you try to get it open. He helps you, his fingers deftly working the buttons loose before throwing the shirt aside, revealing his toned chest and soft skin.

You reach up, brushing your fingers over his hair, marveling at the feel of it between your fingers. He shudders at the touch, and you can feel the hardness of his erection pressed against your thigh. You pull him closer, feeling the heat from his body sear into your own, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible.

"I love you," you sigh again, your voice barely more than a whisper as you gaze deeply into his eyes. And in that moment, you know without a doubt that it's true. He smiles, lips curving into a lazy grin as he responds, "I love you too."

As if the words themselves are a catalyst, your clothes seem to melt away, and you find yourself lying naked beneath him, bodies entwined. The air is heavy with the scent of the pine Christmas tree and desire, and the only noise that fills your ears is the rhythmic sound of your hearts beating in perfect unison.

With a soft groan, he presses the length of his erection against your entrance, and you feel the hot, thick head of him press into you. You gasp, arching your back as he slowly begins to push inside. He fills you slowly, inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, and when he's finally buried deep inside you, you feel complete.

His hips begin to move, and you throw your head back, moaning as he starts to thrust. The sensation of being so intimately connected to him is overwhelming, and you feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Franklin..." you breathe, your voice shaking with the effort to hold back the release. "Oh god, I'm going to..." Your words are cut off by a sharp cry as your body is wracked by an intense shock, your muscles tensing and your nails digging into his skin. He follows soon after, his thrusts growing frantic as he releases himself deep inside you.

As your breathing begins to steady, he rolls to the side, pulling you into his embrace. You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers, "I love you, baby. I love you so much." And in that moment, you know that this is real. This is forever.

Your heart feels lighter than air, and the warmth from his body seems to spread through your entire being. You lie there, content and at peace, feeling the rhythm of his heart against your chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing your neck and shoulders, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“So,-..” you sigh softly, looking up at him with the faintest hint of a teasing grin, “What’d you get me for Christmas?”

“Oh my god! You’re ridiculous. Hang on!” Franklin chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and stumbling to pull up his pants before scurrying off to the bedroom.

And you can’t help but laugh as you watch the love of your life stumbling downstairs with his pants halfway off his hips.

This Christmas had been hectic, and more than agonizing in your endeavor to find the perfect gift. But seeing the smile and excitement on Franklin’s face had proved to be more perfect than any gift.

[withacapitalp]

Wait for it

It had been a successful Christmas. 

A crazy morning of endless gifts, a fun-filled afternoon of snowball fights and cookie decorating contests, and a soft evening of hot cocoa and Christmas movies. It was the kind of holiday Steve had dreamed about as a kid, and getting to give that to his new family and their children meant the world to him. 

Their children.

It still kind of blew his mind at times. It was almost bizarre to see his seven little nuggets with little nuggets of their own running around. All together they had a veritable pack of almost a dozen children of varying ages. Sweet, wonderful, children that liked to call him ‘GrandpaUncle Steve' and loved to come to visit because they knew he would completely spoil them rotten. 

Perks of having a wild rockstar as a husband, Steve could give his adopted grandchildren everything their hearts desired. 

But the little ones were tucked into beds all over their stupidly enormous house, sleeping peacefully and letting the adults get a chance to relax and catch up with each other. Now that they were spread all over the country, it was harder to keep in touch, but they all made a point to get together for Christmas. 

“I have one more gift,” Eddie said, making the room quiet down. He wiggled out of Steve’s arms and placed a big fat kiss on his cheek. 

Steve waved him off with a soft chuckle, watching as his partner skipped out of the room and quickly returned with the biggest box he had ever seen. The top half of Eddie’s body was completely hidden by it. Steve half considered asking El to help him with her powers, but before he could, Eddie was placing it down on the floor in front of his feet. 

“This is for you, love,” Eddie said with a flourish, “I think you’ll really like it,” 

“Guess it’s not an engagement ring,” Mike stated bluntly, half of the room shushing him with harsh whispers, and the rest glaring daggers. He held his hands up in surrender, everyone going back to looking at Steve. 

“Maybe I want to be the one to propose, Wheeler. Ever think of that?” Steve quipped, too busy looking at the gift to notice the collective wince that went around the room. 

It was wrapped immaculately, definitely a department store job. The wrapping paper was a gorgeous sky blue, and the ribbon around it was shiny and gold. It was almost too pretty to open. When he said as much, the entire room seemed to sigh

“Just open it already!” Robin shouted from where she was sitting across from him, one arm around Nancy, the other holding a glass of eggnog. 

Steve rolled his eyes and flipped her the bird quickly, tearing open the paper and sliding the top of the cardboard open. 

“It’s…another box?” Steve questioned, pulling the second present out and giving Eddie a confused look. This one was about half the size of the first one, which meant it was still enormous, but much more manageable. Eddie hummed and gave Steve a far too innocent look, sitting down next to him and nudging the first gift away from them with his foot. 

The second box was wrapped in ruby red paper, an emerald ribbon finishing in a gorgeous bow at the top. Steve tore it open. 

There was another present inside. 

“Eddie,” Steve snapped, giving him a look. He held up the bright yellow box, and the room began to twitter with snorts and laughter. 

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You’re just gonna have to keep going,” Eddie said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. 

Steve briefly glared at all of them, which only prompted everyone to laugh more, unwrapping the paper with a sigh. 

“I’m gonna kill you,” He declared as he revealed yet another box. 

Everyone else giggled. Jonathan snapped a picture of Steve’s unimpressed look, and Wayne sighed, shaking his head. Steve looked down at the mountain of boxes around him and gestured to them, his face screwing up into a scowl. He had just gotten the house clean from the morning’s present explosion, and now it was messy again. 

“Wait till after you finish. It’ll be worth it” His boyfriend promised. 

Joyce reached over and began to help, quickly forming a little assembly line. She passed the empty ones to Hopper, who passed them to El, who passed them to Lucas, who skipped over Max and Will to toss them to Dustin. 

Argyle grabbed the ribbons from the pile next to Dustin, winding them one by one around his wrist. Steve wasn’t sure how that was helping, but he appreciated the effort, silently thanking  Joyce and opening the next box. 

Wow. 

A complete shock.

Another box. 

On and on it went. There were six more presents, and the mountain of empty boxes and wrapping paper was almost as big as Dustin now. 

“Is this the last one?” Steve practically begged, holding up a very small box. This one was not wrapped like the others. The top and bottom were held together with one simple black bow, “Please tell me this is the last one,” 

“I don’t know? Is it?” Eddie asked, shrugging. He wasn’t quite as boisterous as before, and normally Steve would worry about what was upsetting him, but right now he was too annoyed to be worried. 

It was just Eddie being Eddie, a silly little prank to make them all laugh. Normally he would smile and laugh too, but Steve was tired, more than a little confused, and everyone was looking at each other like they were already in on the joke. It was grating on his nerves. 

“You know what? At this point? It better be a fucking engagement ring, Munson,” Steve growled, skipping their assembly line and throwing the second to last box over to Dustin, who fumbled and dropped it.

Even now, at almost thirty years old, he was still a total klutz. 

Unlike before, there wasn’t a quick quip immediately launched his way. When Steve turned to look at Eddie, his boyfriend was twirling a lock of his hair between his fingers, chewing on it nervously and avoiding eye contact. 

Steve’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly realized that it was suddenly completely silent. He did a quick glance around the room, starting to feel slightly faint. Everyone’s eyes were on him except Eddie’s, Jonathan was holding his camcorder up, the little red light already blinking to show it was recording, and Robin looked slightly teary eyed. 

No way. 

No fucking way. 

Steve had said it as a joke. There was no way. None. No chance. 

The present was the keys to a new car. Eddie had been hinting at wanting to get him one, hadn’t he? It was tickets to some magical trip to Europe, like the one they had taken for his thirtieth birthday. 

It couldn’t be that. It just couldn’t. Steve couldn’t let his hopes get up that way. That kind of disappointment would crush him. 

It was too late. His hopes were already through the roof. 

Steve took a steadying breath that did absolutely nothing to make him actually feel steady, slipping off the ribbon and lifting the lid off of the box. 

Inside, sitting nestled in a bed of white tissue paper, was a tiny square package wrapped in gleaming silver paper. Steve stared down at it with wide eyes, willing himself to say something, anything. 

Even if he could open his mouth, he knew no words would be coming. 

“Maybe I should open this one?” Eddie murmured, and this time when Steve looked up, they locked eyes. 

There they were. Bambi eyes. Big sweet doe eyes that he loved more than life itself. 

Big sweet doe eyes with a slim crooked nose, a nervous soft smile, and pretty long curls that framed an absolutely perfect jawline. Steve loved everything about Eddie’s face, but his eyes were on another level. They were so expressive, so open. There was nothing hidden when you really knew him, because Eddie gave everything away with his eyes. 

And when Steve looked at him now…he knew. 

Eddie was scared, but he wasn’t backing down. Fear was there, but determination too, and enough love to fill an ocean. 

This was actually happening. 

Steve just barely nodded. He handed the present over silently, still unable to speak, worrying his lip between his teeth and forcing himself to continue to breathe. He blinked rapidly, his heart hammering in his chest as Eddie stood for a brief second only to kneel down on one knee right in front of him. 

With precise slow movements the love of his life unwrapped the paper, being careful to not tear a single corner. When it was free, Eddie opened the black velvet box, a simple gold band sitting innocently on a pillow inside. 

“Steve-”

“Yes,” Steve said in a rush, choking on a laugh that was partially a sob. He leaned forward and kissed Eddie, pulling back just enough so he could whisper the word yes over and over against his fiance’s lips. 

His fiance. His fiance. 

He could hear their family starting to scream and shout around them, but Steve couldn’t pay attention. His entire soul was focused on the man in front of him. 

“I had a big speech planned you know,” Eddie teased, his beaming smile practically splitting his face in half. He stood up and held a hand out to Steve to help him up, grabbing the ring and carefully sliding it onto his finger while the rest continued to screech. 

“You made me wait long enough,” Steve replied, hugging Eddie close and tucking his face into his fiance’s shoulder. 

[soleilceirinen]

Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 14

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistake! Part 13 * - CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

Before you realised it, the Christmas holidays arrived and you would only have two weeks before the final exams. It felt strange, how quickly time had passed. It seemed like it was yesterday when you started studying at the university as an eighteen year old girl and now you only had a semester left before graduating and being thrown into the real world. 

But this year was different from others. For instance, you didn’t plan on going back home to spend the holidays with your family. You weren’t ready for your parents' judgemental comments on your studies or the constant comparison between you and your cousins, your aunt never forgets to tell everyone how successful they are. Not to mention your grandmother asking in the middle of the family dinner if you had a boyfriend, because it was time. 

Just thinking of every possible question they could ask you gave you a headache. What could you say? Oh, sure, I have a boyfriend. He’s like twenty years older than me, and my teacher. You could imagine everyone’s reaction. That would definitely be too much. 

So you decided to stay in the city, not going home and avoiding a bunch of uncomfortable moments. On the contrary, Olivia did return home, but she promised to come back on New Year's Eve to go to a party, she didn't stop insisting until you agreed to go with her.

When Cillian found out that you would stay alone, he eagerly suggested spending the festivities together. You couldn’t refuse, despite not being very fond of that time of the year, if you were going to spend the time with him, it couldn’t be so bad, right?

-

Now you were lying on his sofa, with your legs on top of his while he traced his fingers over your thighs with his eyelids half closed. He had covered both of you with a fluffy blanket and the typical Christmas movie was playing on the TV in the background, none of you really watching it, too full of delicious food to even try to move. 

Looking at the Christmas decorations, you remembered that you had a gift for Cillian. You didn't want to break the feeling of tranquillity in which the two of you had fallen into but it was now or never. You untangled your legs from Cillian's grip and crawled out from under the blanket. A shiver ran through your body as you lost the warmth coming from the microcosmos that you both had created.

Cillian grabbed your hand and pulled you back down with him on the sofa. "Where are you going?" He mumbled sleepily.

"I'll be right back," you replied quietly as you caressed his cheek before running out to the guest room where you had left your coat and all the stuff you needed to spend a few days with him. You grabbed two bags and returned to the living room. Cillian had woken up a bit more, so he stared at you with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, you were bursting with excitement and that made him smile. 

Sitting next to him, you gave him one of the bags. “For you”, you said nervously, “I hope you like it. I know it’s not much but I thought you might like it.”

Cillian’s face was unreadable as he took out a flat object from the bag, wrapped in gift paper. From the shape of it, it was pretty obvious what it was, you couldn’t help but bite your lip expectantly as he unwrapped it. Then he looked at the vinyl record in his hands for a few seconds in which he remained silent. It was a remastered album by the Beatles, one of his favourite groups, as far as you knew.

You touched his arm when he didn’t say anything. “Do you like it? I think you can exchange it for something else if you don't, I must have the gift ticket somewhere...”

Cillian placed the vinyl record on the coffee table and grabbed your face with his big hands to stop your rambling. “I love it, thank you Y/N” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours. You relaxed under his kiss, letting all the tension wash away. 

You could feel your cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink, it didn’t matter how much time had passed since the first time you shared a kiss with him, everytime he touched you he made you feel like you could burst in flames. 

Cillian cleared his throat and pointed to the second bag. You grabbed it and took out a dog toy. “This is for Scout,” you told him excitedly. The black dog looked at you from his bed next to the window and wagged his tail. “Come here, baby. Look what I got for you “ you moved the toy in the air, catching his attention. 

When he was next to you he leaned his head on your leg and sniffled the toy. Cillian petted his head and turned to you with a soft expression on his face. “I think he likes it” he commented as the dog grabbed the toy and walked back to his bed to lie down with it. 

It was now Cillian’s turn to get up. He headed to the large bookshelves that ran along the entire side wall of the room and started looking for something among the books. When he found what he was looking for, he returned to your side and handed you a rectangular envelope. As you opened it, your hands started to shake a bit. There were two plane tickets to Florence. 

“Cillian…” Your eyes started to fill with tears. Going to visit one of the most important cities of the Renaissance was like a dream to you, and Cillian knew it. He hugged you and pulled you to sit on his lap, where he rested his chin on top of your head. You stared at the tickets, the travel date wasn't until the summer, after the last semester ended. “Will we go together?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. 

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you against his chest. “We can go together if you want, or you can give the second ticket to a friend. Whatever you decide, it’s your choice Y/N”.

You shook your head, leaning on him. “No, I want to go with you.” 

Leaning your head back, you kissed his jaw. He tilted his head until your lips met again. You repositioned yourself on his lap, deepening the kiss as you moved your hips against his crotch, his bulge was growing for moments. When you broke apart for air, Cillian grabbed your thighs and stood up. You wrapped your legs around his narrow waist like a python and continued to devour every bit of his exposed skin with hungry kisses. 

He carried you to the bedroom, where he dropped you on the bed and lied beside you. “Merry Christmas, Y/N” he whispered in a hoarse voice as he caressed your hair. You closed your eyes and got lost in the feeling of his hands wandering under your clothes. 

Surely, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend your Christmas holidays.

[tzyuki]

[ 성훈 ] BLOWING UP MY HEART ꒰ P.SH x F!READER

016. L party | smau + written (625 wrds)

IN WHICH ?! — Y/n falls down a flight of stairs, breaking her leg. The first thing she does is blow up her friends phone hoping she’d come and find her but fails to notice she accidentally texts an old groupchat with Ahn Seongmin, Huh Yunjin, Hirota Maki, Wang Nicholas, Kim Minji and Park Sunghoon, her ex boyfriend. The friend group broke in half after the two had broken up, sides were made and promises were broken.

“Do we actually have to go to the party?” Y/n groaned, “No one’s gonna miss us.” Y/n was batting her eyelashes as she looked at Sunghoon. “Y/n-ah, flirting with Sunghoon isn’t gonna make him change his mind.” Seongmin said.

“Sorry, Y/n. I promise we can open gifts after, we’ll only be there for a few and then leave to get the kids back home.” Sunghoon sheepishly smiled.

“The kids?”

“Well— how else do you wanna describe Riki, Hanni, Maki, and Dani?” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right.” Nicho muttered. “I’m always right, Nicho.” Hoon sighed and patted Nicholas back as the group were about to walk into the party.

“Let’s go.” Sunghoon said, walking ahead of everyone as if he was the lead actor in a movie. “Who does he think he is?” Minji chuckled. The rest followed him.

“Hi guys! You made it!” Sujin greeted the group. Yun Eunju standing by her side looking down at the floor. “Say hi to our guests, Eunju!” Sujin said. “H-Hi guys.” She stuttered.

“Hey, thanks for the invite.” Sunghoon awkwardly smiled, “Of course!” Sujin smiled and waved as the group walked off.

“I invited Sunghoon, not Y/n.” Her smile dropped. “You should drop this, Sujin…It’s been years and you’re still obsessed?” Eunju said in a questioning tone.

“Don’t tell me what to do, he’s the one for me— I just know it.”

“Whatever you say, just don’t get me caught up in your shit again.” Eunjin scoffed and walked away.

“God, she’s so annoying.” Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Who, Sujin?” Nicholas asked. “Who else?” Y/n said, “She’s been on my back for years.”

—

“Oooh! Finally!” Y/n clapped her hands as she sat down in front of her gifts in a circle with her friends. “Riki, you go first. You’re the youngest.” Jay said, “We’ll go from youngest to oldest.”

Heeseung groaned. “I hate being the oldest.”

Y/n enjoyed this, she enjoyed hanging with her friends for the holidays. She missed this, missed hanging out with them. Missed Minji, Nicholas, and Sunghoon.

Happier now that she’s got a bunch of new friends to spend more time with.

“That one’s mine!” Y/n said, Sunghoon holding the small box. “Better be good.” He teased, unwrapping it. Pulling a charm bracelet out.

“A charm bracelet, with charms and meanings.”

“A rose, for La Vie En Rose.” Y/n giggled, “I know how much you love izone.” She said, Sunghoon is going through the other charms. “Skates, for ice skating. A camera, for photography. A shooting star, for— that night.”

That night.

Sunghoon remembers it perfectly. The night the two saw a shooting star, wishing a happy future for the two.

“Hopefully it’ll come true eventually.” Y/n smiled, “In the future I’ll buy more for you.”

“Ew— I feel like I shouldn’t be here.” Riki interrupted the moment. “Don’t worry guys, I got us all matching charm bracelets— with a single charm, a little cheer cone because we met each other during the pep rally.” Y/n pulled out a bag and handed out charm bracelets to everyone.

“You know how to make people cry, Y/n.” Yunjin said as she started crying.

“You’re so dramatic, Yunjin.” Y/n chuckled and then her face dropped as she saw everyone wiping their face. “No, this is really sweet and sad, Y/n.” Sunghoon sniffed.

“YOU EVEN HAVE SUNGHOON CRYING.” Minji said in between her sobs. “I love you.” Minji said as she tackled Y/n with a hug, soon everyone did as well.

“I’m committed to this friendship, you guys should be too.” Y/n muffled.

“Next year we should do secret santa. I’m kinda broke.” Y/n said.

Next year.

Hoon smiled.

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[imagine-silk]

Christmas Office Party

》 WIP for the Miguel's Secretary story, one of the little parts that is mostly inconsequential and will be expanded. Also trans flag snowflakes because I found them.

You never quite liked secret Santa, it would be infinitely better if you got someone and they knew so you could get them something they wanted instead of shooting in the dark or getting them a gag gift. But as luck would have it there was an office secret Santa and there was an uneven number so you had to join. Luckily, Miles wasn't too hard to shop for. A few color pencils would have done it but you weren't that cheap, especially for him. That and it wouldn't do for an office setting.

He unwrapped it and was kind of confused before he thanked the room for whoever gave him the briefcase. You chimed in and said he should open it effectively outing yourself, you didn't care in the slightest. The look on his face was priceless. Miles was an adult, sure, but you knew the look of a kid at the tree in the morning. The sense of pride almost made you brag so you took a drink of your eggnog.

When Hobie's turn came it was really nice. It was a bunch of little things, jacket pins, guitar picks, black things, silver things, even a loc needle. He was genuinely surprised before his smile turned smug. "Thanks, big man." Looking straight at Miguel.

Miguel's previous unbothered state became annoyed very fast. "Why can't you ever be quiet?" You did find it amusing, so did most of the office. He looked annoyed but seven months with him told you he was embarrassed.

Later, during the actual party, you were looking for a chance to slip away quietly. But when you found that moment Miguel left and it would waste all of the effort of sneaking if he saw you, because knowing him he was probably going to his office for something. You waited till he came back and took the next moment. You grabbed your purse and 'went to the bathroom for lady issues'.

His office was unlocked so that made it easier for time. You took a little box wrapped in green paper and a yellow bow out of your purse and placed it on his desk before slipping back out. But from the door, while you weren't making your get-away, you could see your work station and there was something on it. A long thin box wrapped in dark blue and tied with a red ribbon. You couldn't help laughing. Great minds think alike.

Neither of you said anything on Tuesday. Miguel had a new watch no one blinked an eye at. You had a red tie everyone saw and asked about because you were never one to wear ties. All you said was someone important gave it to you and it became the word around the office with the endless question about who it was. Jess tried the 'girl to girl' thing. Pavitr said please and if anyone else gave you the tie you would have told him. Even Hobie was getting into the mix. But you didn't move an inch.

"Okay, now that the kids are gone, who is it? Stays between you and me." Peter asked in the buddy-buddy way he did everything. It was at this point starting to die down but Peter wanted to know, if not to have a laugh to be in with you.

"They're still adults." You responded. You wouldn't be a very good secretary if you broken under any kind of pressure, this was nothing. All week not a word came out of you and that wasn't going to change.

"Do I know 'em or are they an outside source?"

It was clear to you this was going to become school yard talk and you were ready for rapid fire answers. "You're just as bad as the kids."

"Family?"

"It's cute you think I'm going to tell you."

"Boyfriend?"

Ha, I wish. "Like I said, I'm not saying anything."

"Girlfriend?"

"Changing the gender isn't going to change my answers."

"Brother?"

"I have work to do."

"Sister?"

"I already said genders didn't make a difference."

"An estranged child."

"You're covering a lot of ground to get the same answer."

"Leave her alone, Parker." Miguel said as he walked past and into his office. There wasn't an inch of malice which was a switch. A month ago he would have told the both of you to get back to work. Maybe the holiday has mellowed him out.

Peter didn't quip back or talk shit, he furrowed his brows. The way he turned to you was with an actual question, like he had the answer but it was too far removed from the subject. "Is it Miguel?"

You didn't skip and word or react. "Being specific isn't going to get you an answer either."

[cantsaythetword]

Christmas in July - Christmas Cheer

~A/N  - EDIT: WELCOME TO CHRISTMAS IN JULY! (aka Crow was late finishing these last year and procrastinated writing them cause of writers block so he made a whole event thingy to make it seem planned and purposeful and ok hehe)

This was another fic from my Christmas Prompts list 2022. This list is now closed [EDIT: it's not lmao], but I might open it up again in November if people were interested (or I might even do another list, though it was hard to come up with the entire list last time lmao).

The prompt was 'First Christmas' with the Heartstopper boys Nick and Charlie, requested by @leahmariexox2 !

I hope you like it, again sorry all these are late I'm getting through them lol.

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

Masterpost Link 

For the last few years of Charlie's life, Christmas hadn't felt particularly different to any other day of the year. Sure when he was a kid it felt like the greatest day of the year - gifts, songs, family, food, everything a growing boy loves. But the older he got, especially once the magic of Santa had worn off, Christmas lost more and more of that festive sparkle it was associated with.

That was until Nick came into the picture.

Suddenly, the magic of Christmas was back in full swing. Charlie was humming songs, wrapping presents, decorating every inch of space he could find. Crafting the perfect celebratory holiday for their first season together.

He had put the most consideration possible into the gifts. Of course, with his high school budget he had limited options, but had managed to scrape together his savings to make a gift exchange Nick would never forget.

As the boys sat down in front of the tree, Charile's heart began to pound. Would Nick like the presents? Did he get too few? Too many?

His head only continued to throw thoughts around like a sack of potatoes as Nick started unwrapping one of the smaller presents in front of him. Did he spend enough? What if he spent too much and Nick felt bad?

As a bag of Jelly Babies tumbled out of the paper, Nick smiled and looked up at Charlie.

"You remembered my favourite sweets?"

Charlie laughed. "Of course I did."

Nick reached into his jumper pocket. "On that thought-" He pulled out a perfectly folded cube of christmas paper.

"Holy..." Charlie gaped, too caught up in surprise at Nick's wrapping skills to finish his sentence. He began scratching at the tape, taking care not to rip the pristine packaging. Nick laughed at Charlie's efforts, but said nothing more. There would be plenty more Christmases for Nick to make fun of him for his opening methods.

Charlie cheesily held up the Terry's Chocolate Orange that lay inside, beaming at his boyfriend.

The two tucked into their respective snacks, sharing a bite here or there in true festive spirit. After a few moments of eating and enjoying each other's company, Charlie handed Nick a slim box with no label.

Nick turned it over a few times before opening the lid. He pulled out a sleek black fountain pen with a gold heart engraved on the side.

"Charlie..." Nick gasped breathlessly. "It's... It's beautiful."

Relieved that his boyfriend seemed to love the gift, Charlie gave a small smile and tucked the torn wrapping paper into the plastic rubbish bag.

"Wow..." Nick continued, turning it in his palm a few times, before placing it carefully on the side of the coffee table next to them. "Thank you, Charlie."

Charlie nodded softly back.

"Ok Ok Here!" Nick continued with the gift exchange. "I'm excited for this one!"

As Charlie took the box from Nick's hand and slid it open, he gave his boyfriend a puzzled look. A simple black bracelet with a silver bar sat atop the cushioning inside, black vertical lines engraved into the bar at seemingly random lengths and intervals.

Nick smiled, bringing out his phone and pointing the camera at the tag. The screen loaded for a moment, before a picture of Charlie and his closest friends under the Eifel tower popped up.

Charlie gave a happy, breathy laugh. "That's... Nick this is amazing!"

"Now any time you feel alone, you'll always have us with you." Nick pecked Charlie on the cheek, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you. Really."

And with that, another year of presents had come to pass. The floor was already empty (thanks to Charlie being more than on the ball with wrap collecting) and Nick started to stand before Charlie stopped him.

"I still have one more present to give you." Charlie grinned.

Nick, a mixture of surprise and worry washing over him, shuffled closer.

"It's very important..." Charlie continued, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

Nick leant into the touch, assuming this was the gift (or perhaps a kiss). How cute.

"And I feel that for Christmas, because it's our first one together..."

NIck paused his relaxation. Something in Charlie's voice sent a chill down his back.

"... I have to give you some Christmas Cheer!"

Nick barely had time to finish listening to the sentence before two mischievous hands clawed at his sides. He shrieked and twisted in Charlie's arms, breaking into giggles of betrayal.

"Merry Christmas Nick!" Charlie shouted over the sounds of his boyfriend's demise, wriggling his fingers up into Nick's armpits.

"CHAHAHAR!" Nick tried to screech out, but the syllables were barely recognizable between his fits of laughter.

The boys had fallen backwards, Charlie holding Nick in a sideways bear hug and maintaining his ticklish grasp on the poor man's upper ribs.

It didn't seem like Charlie planned to stop anytime soon.

[banannabethchase]

Last Minute Mall Run

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December prompt challenge day 23: Last minute Christmas shopping

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“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, bouncing from foot to foot. “Come on, please, Anna?” He levels his best pout. “You’re the most stylish person I know.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’re laying it on real thick.”

“I’m desperate.”

She snorts. “You’re always desperate.”

“Please come Christmas shopping with me?”

“No,” Anna says, and she looks so smug it hurts. “Mine is done and I’m not subjecting myself to the hell that is the mall on December 23rd. Not for Jesus and certainly not for you.”

Danny groans. He hadn’t rented a car – Yuta had done it because he’s weirdly obsessed with taking care of Danny or whatever – so he’s stuck. “Maybe I’ll get a Lyft or something,” he sighs, dropping onto her hotel bed.

“Just ask your boyfriend to take you,” Anna says, kicking at his shins.

“I can’t,” Danny replies. “It’s his gift I’m looking for.”

Anna cackles. “Oh, you really fucked up this time. First Christmas together and you forget to get him a gift?”

“I didn’t forget!” Danny whines. “I’ve been looking for the right thing everywhere and I have no idea what to get him.”

Anna claps him on the shoulder. “Well, good luck, buddy.” He shrugs her hand off. “If you need me, I’ll be making out with Kris.”

“You’re always making out with Kris!” Danny says, following her out of the hotel room. “You can bring her. She can help me shop!”

The elevator dings, and Ricky Starks comes out. He peers at Danny over the top of the glasses. “Shopping? This late before Christmas.” He tsks, shaking his head. “Whose ass am I saving?”

“Really?” Danny asks. Anna looks as baffled as he is.

“Of course it’s you,” Ricky says, rolling his eyes. “Come on.”

“Good luck,” Anna singsongs, and she knocks on a door.

~

Ricky, it turns out, is extremely good at deciding what not to buy. And at insulting Danny, but Danny decides to let him do so since this is technically a favor.

“Go for something that suggests you like him,” Ricky says, face blank as Danny shows him a blue and black plaid tie.

“I do!” Danny says. “It’s a blue tie. He likes blue.”

“It’s a tie is the problem, Daniel, not the color.” Ricky takes the tie out of Danny’s hands. “You need to get him something fun. Romantic, maybe.” He looks at Danny’s face a little too long. “Maybe something sexy.”

“I – oh.” He thinks back. Yuta’s gotten him a handful of fun things, even before they were officially together. They won’t get a real Christmas thing together with the tree and the gifts until New Year’s Eve, between Final Battle, family holiday stuff, World’s End, and all the tapings in the next few days. “I have an idea.”

~

On New Year’s Eve, with the ball dropping in the background and Christmas lights illuminating his face, Danny watches Yuta unwrap the gift.

“Holy shit,” Yuta says. He looks up, grinning. “This tie has steel drums on it.”

“It does,” Danny says, preening a little. “They had a station in the store where you could get something specific embroidered. It’s one of a kind.” He doesn’t mention how hard Ricky had to flirt with the clerk to get them ahead in line to make sure it was done in time. Or how hard he had to work to get Ricky to do so for a tie.

“This is so sweet,” Yuta says, and he looks genuinely touched. “Seriously, Danny. Thank you.”

Danny clears his throat. “There’s, um. There’s more.”

“More?”

Danny nods.

Yuta digs around in the bag, then pulls out the other gift. The one that’s almost as much for Danny as it is for Yuta. “Oh, baby.”

Danny shrugs. “You wanna keep me forever, right?” His brain makes a weird fizzy move when Yuta begins swinging the shiny new handcuffs on his finger.

Yuta’s grin is nothing but hungry. “Course I do.” He licks his lips. Danny couldn’t look away if he wanted to. “Why don’t we start the year off with a bang?”

[sir-subpar]

A Dibper Valentine's Day! (1)

Y'all have been asking for this for a while, so here we are! Below the cut!

Dib fidgeted with the tin foil that was wrapped around his present for Dipper. It would be their first Valentine's day together, and he was nervous.

He hoped Dipper would like it, it was a classic Valentine's day gift but he wouldn't know for sure until later.

…

"Thanks for the help Mabel," Dipper smiled as he and Mabel assorted the cookies they made nicely into a decorative Valentine's box. 

The two sat next to each other at the kitchen table, Mabel "bedazzled" the cookies, passed them to Dipper, then he carefully placed them in the box.

Mabel crossed her arms in pride.

"Of course! My bro's finally got a boyfriend to spend a romantic day with!" She gave him a playful shove. "You think I'm gonna pass up on a chance to help you sweep Dib off his feet?"

"The kid's pretty gangly, a good round house to his ankles should make him tumble down no problem," Stan said, chuckling behind a newspaper.

"Stanley, please." Ford sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Stan rolled his eyes and laughed it off. "C'mon Sixer, I'm just kidding around. He's a good kid. You'd love him."

Mabel let out an exaggerated gasp. Squishing her own cheeks in excitement. Which resulted in her smearing frosting on her face.

"Oh that's right! Grunkle Ford hasn't met your boyfriend yet Dipper! You should invite him over tonight!"

"Yeah! Might as well let all the nerds of the house meet!" Stan laughed, slapping Mable and Dipper on the back.

"That's.. Not a bad idea. I'll ask him later." 

…

Dipper waited in front of one of the shops in Gravity Falls. He and Dib agreed to meet here. 

Sitting on a bench, he gently played with the ribbons that tied his gift shut.

Most Valentine's gifts were bursting with reds and pinks, but Mable decided that it'd be better to make it more "gothic". So, the box was a shade of off white, with cursive writing that read "Happy Valentines Day" in red ink, to give the illusion that it was written in blood. To top off the bloody aesthetic, Mabel drew little droplets of red to mimic blood spatter. 

Finally, the ribbons tying the box shut were silky black, which simmered slightly in the light.

He had to hand it to Mabel, this was pretty cool.

A shift of weight to his right pulled him from his thoughts. His startled eyes locked with familiar yellow ones.

"Dib!" He exclaimed, and threw his arms around his Boyfriend.

Dib took a second, as he usually did, to hug Dipper back. He didn't mind, he knew Dib was still unfamiliar with physical affection.

They pulled away from the hug, eyes meeting once again.

"Hey Dipper! I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" Dib queried.

Dipper shook his head.

"No, I just got her a few minutes ago. You're good."

"Okay good. I was worried I was going to be late, I'm still memorizing the layout of this place." Dib scratched his cheek.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he jolted a bit.

"Oh! Uh-!" His eyes darted around briefly before he turned away from Dipper briefly to grab the gift behind him.

He handed his foil-covered present to Dipper.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

 

Dipper was surprised by the size, and the weight, to be honest. The bottom of the foil tray felt warm to the touch.

Curious, he rested it on his lap, and carefully unwrapped the foil. With minimal tearing, he uncovered the present inside.

Dipper blinked in surprise. 

It was a turkey. Fully cooked and golden brown, seasoned like a holiday dinner. 

Dipper wasn't very experienced with Valentine's gifts, especially from dates, but this was definitely the least expected gift he'd ever gotten on "the day of love".

"You're uh.. Not allergic, are you? I should've asked, sorry." Dib's nervous questions brought Dipper back to reality.

"No! No! It's great, thank you. I was just surprised, that's all." He gave a reassuring smile. "It smells amazing, did you cook this?" 

"Yeah! I wanted to make you something special…" Dib's pale cheeks adopted a blush as red dusted his features.

"So did I," Dipper reached to his left, he gripped the box, and handed it to Dib. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Dib looked at the box wide-eyed. "Wow, this is pretty." 

Dipper chuckled, "Yeah, Mabel helped me decorate it."

"She has a real knack for this stuff, doesn't she?"

Dipper snorted. "Yeah, it's all fun and games till you get glitter stuck in your eyes thanks to her sparkle bombs."

Dib cringes at the thought. "Ugh, I don't want to be a part of that, thanks." The two teens laughed.

Dip pulled apart the ribbon and opened the box.

Now it was Dib's turn to blink in surprise.

Cookies. Shaped like all sorts of things, UFOs, skulls, moths, even ghosts.

Hold on.

"Wait… you give people candy on Valentine's Day?"

Dipper looked at him, completely lost.

"... Yes? Pretty sure that's more or less normal." 

Dib's eyes were like saucers, and he stared out at the road.

He was right when he told Ms Bitters about people giving treats on Valentine's Day? He was right!?

Dib's golden eyes refocused on a still very confused Dipper.

Dib felt a familiar sting shoot through his heart.

Dib slapped his hand to his face in a (slightly violent) facepalm. Holding his head in his hand, shaking it in disappointment in himself.

"... Oh my god." He uttered.

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, a question on the tip of his tongue, but before he could vocalize it-

"I'm the weird one again,"

-Dipper's voice caught in his throat.

That sentence told him everything he needed.

He knew what that meant. He knew how it felt.

Dipper reached his hand out to rub Dib's back. Dib pulled his hand away from his face to look at Dipper, who smiled at him. In just that look, Dib knew what he was saying.

'I get it. It's okay.'

Dib closed his eyes briefly, and let out a sigh. Returning a slight smile of his own. "Thanks, Dipper… for, you know..." He paused, hoping he didn't have to say it out loud, "..and, thank you, for the cookies. I mean. I think I forgot to thank you earlier." He awkwardly rambled, lightly scratching his cheek.

Dipper chortled, "And thank you for the turkey. Most memorable Valentine's gift I ever received." He winked, causing Dib to snort.

"All jokes aside, this looks and smells amazing… Though, it's quite a lot for me." Dipper implied, this was actually the perfect opportunity to ask!

"Would you wanna come to the Mystery Shack for dinner? Eat this turkey with me?" Dipper offered, cheeks pink.

Dib's face also took on a new shade of color, flushing with red.

"Oh! Uh-! I mean that's awesome, but I can't do that. Isn't it weird for me to eat your Valentine's gift? Especially since I made it for you?"

Dipper raised his brows in a "really?" Kind of look, which went unnoticed by the still rambling Dib.

Dipper felt a new sense of passive aggressive determination. Time to pull a page from Mabel's book.

Dipper reached into Dib's box and pulled out a cookie. Dib paused as he noticed Dipper's hand. 

Dipper, now looking Dib straight in the eye, not breaking contact, ate the cookie. Dib gave him a questioning look, only to be met with squinting eyes and a mischievous grin in turn.

"Oh! Would you look at that! I ate your Valentine's gift! Guess there's only one way to get me back." 

They both stared at each other. Then roared with laughter. 

"I can't believe you just did that!" Dib said between laughs, "Okay, I'll go."

[ahogedetective]

It had been a long day and Kokichi was curled up on the sofa next to Shuichi, blanket across them and his legs pulled up beside him. The movie on the television long forgotten, he rested his cheek against Shuichi's shoulder and smiled up at him. "Is it weird that I'm pretty sure I like the 'boring' stuff like this with you even more than anything else?" It was a massive compliment on Kokichi's part—Shuichi's presence made him savor the calm and quiet moments.

But then Kokichi was scooting back some, sliding out from under the blanket and throwing Shuichi a wink before trotting out of the room. He grabbed a carefully wrapped present from his (wholly unnecessary) hiding spot, returning with it held over his head victoriously. "Good boyfriends are owed even better gifts!" He passed it off to Shuichi with an eager grin, slipping back under the blanket and beside Shuichi.

Inside the present was a handmade giftbox, complete with a few different types of both teas and coffees, a marbled black and gold mug, a small roll of homemade cookies, and a beanie. The beanie appeared normal—if high quality—until fully unfolded. Then it became clear that something was written on the inside edge, out of view when worn and left as a sort of inside joke: "Property of Kokichi Oma."

Kokichi was snickering once it was discovered, of course.

( Merry Christmas!!!! I hope you have a good one and Kokichi hopes Shu had a good one too, even if he has to tease him even in gift form lmao )

Relaxing for the rest of the night with Kokichi was always something Shuichi loved, but with the especially fun day that they had, it felt all the more enjoyable. He savored the warmth of his boyfriend and the couch, as he has his arms wrapped around Kokichi, hugging him close while he rested the side of his head against Kokichi's. "Oh..?" That brought a smile to his face, a very happy one; to hear that from the boy who usually is fast-paced and restless, truly did feel like one of the biggest compliments he could receive, and the one thing he wanted to do for Kokichi, succeed: making him enjoy even these quieter and calmer moments like this, with him. "That makes me very happy to hear, Kokichi: it's not weird at all. I love these kind of moments with you, so knowing you do as well, is the best thing I could hear."

When Kokichi slid off of the couch, he was going to playfully whine and tell him to get back here, but that wink and seeing Kokichi grab something out of a hidden spot, made him tilt his head curiously. Then when he saw he had a present for him, his eyes lit up in excitement. "Oh...!! H-Hehehe, you're too sweet, thank you! I'm so excited to open it!!" He pecked Kokichi's cheek when he got comfy back on the couch, eagerly accepting the gift box. "The gift box and wrapping looks so pretty, too... " He hums, carefully unwrapping it with increasing excitement. "....!!!!" A quiet gasp leaves him when he sees all the things inside. From the mug to the coffee and tea packets and to the cookies... "O-Oh my god. Kokichi, I- I love all of this. So many lovely gifts I see!!"

He first holds the mug up, carefully circling it around in his hand. "This mug looks so beautiful.... !!! I hope you know the very first thing I will drink out of this, will be the coffees and twas you gave me. That'll make me savor them even more." Then he picks up the cookies, beaming. "And you even made one of my favorite kinds of cookies, too! You spoil me so well." Of course, he was going to try one right now, unwrapping the bag they're in before plopping one into his mouth, and humming in delight. "These are so good. You may have to stop me from scarfing them all down immediately." He jokes with a laugh, before eating another one. "Just kidding. I want to enjoy them with you."

As for the beanie, Shuichi intentionally saved that for last, since he had a feeling that was the most special gift of all. Carefully, he holds it up to get a good look at it. "Oh this feels and looks lovely. I just know it's going to keep my head nice and warm! ...-!" He flipped the inside of the beanie while he was talking, trailing off in surprise when he saw that tiny note. "Oh? What's this I won-" Then he read what it said. "....der. Kokichi." A smile grows on his face, before he begins bursting out laughing. "G-God, what is this!! Y-You are so stupid! P-Putting something crazy like this, a-ahaha!"

And playfully bumps against Kokichi. Of course, the was he said it was fond, and loving, laughing even more when Kokichi started snickering. Only he could make Shuichi laugh like this, over the most ridiculous things like this. Of course, in absolutely a good way. "Though.... I meaaannn..... " He darts his eyes away... before they slowly look back at him. "It's not exactly wrong. Since, well.... I'm yours... Always..."

His makes his own cheeks heat up as he says that with a soft giggle. Flipping it back over, he then puts the beanie on himself. "...So? How's it look on me. Heheh." Shuichi would then place each gift on the table... So that he can pull Kokichi into a big, tight hug. "You are... The absolute best. The best boyfriend ever. I love you so much." Then, he'd begin placing a multitude of kisses on Kokichi's cheeks, before placing a slow, deep one to lips. Eyes pour with warmth and love, whispering once he breaks the kiss: "Thank you... for such wonderful gifts, Kokichi. You turned a day that was already so fun and wonderful, because of you; into an even greater and happier one. It always makes me wonder how in the world did I get so lucky in life, to be the one that can date you, huh? You're my greatest gift of all: I promise, to take extra great care of everything you gave me. Thank you.... thank you so much for lighting up my night. Just like you do my life... "

[harrysfolklore]

holidays with harry — headcanon

(boyfriend!harry, husband!harry and dad!harry)

boyfriend!harry:

he would be so excited to spend your first christmas together and to take you to holmes chapel to meet his family and friends

you on the other hand would be also excited, but so nervous about being in his hometown with the people he loves them most

“you don’t have to worry about a single thing, angel, they’re all going to love you as much as i do” he would constantly reassure you

harry would help you decorate your apartment and take you tree shopping, your favorite christmas songs playing in the background all the time

when you get to holmes chapel a few days before christmas eve, anne would give you the warmest welcome to her home, and you’d feel like you fit right in

participating in the annual styles trivia competition would be the funniest thing ever, and of course yours and harry’s team would win

“we did it darling, we won” he would say excitedly while kissing your cheek multiple times

drinking hot chocolate with harry and anne every morning would become your new favorite activity

he would give you the sweetest gifts, vinyl records of your favorite artists, a vintage camera you always wanted to own, rings that match his, a framed picture of your first date, and the list goes on

after all the christmas day celebrations, when you and harry are alone in his childhood bedroom, you would hold each other thinking about how this christmas was perfect and you can’t wait for all the other holidays to come

husband!harry:

harry would insist that the christmas celebration should be in your shared home as a married couple

so both of your families would travel to london to celebrate together like one big family

harry would be the best host, giving gifts to everyone and making sure their glasses are always full

“can you believe we’re husband and wife this christmas, something about it just feels amazing” he would say with that boyish grin that you love

he would insist that you don’t need to buy him any gift because being his wife was the best gift you could ever give him

you would buy a gift for him anyway, because he has done one hell of a job loving you all year and that’s the least you could do

he can’t help but smile a little when family members ask him about when are you having babies, thinking about how next year that will be the next step for you

even tho you’ve been together for many years, he would still get excited when you’re both step under a mistletoe because he gets to steal a kiss from you

he would make a big deal about you guys winning the annual styles trivia competition for the first time as a married couple

after the celebration buzz is over and you’re both alone in your living room drinking wine by the fireplace, he would tell you about how he can’t wait to have a little baby running around next christmas

dad!harry:

your kids would LOVE christmas songs, so harry would sing to them all the time

you would take the kids tree picking, and harry would be the happiest seeing them running around trying to pick the perfect tree

harry would lift your youngest child so that they can put the star on top of the tree

we know he’s a sucker for giving gifts, but nothing compares to how much he adores giving gifts to his kids, specially during christmas, he would go all out

he would take them ice skating because they had been begging for the last few days and he just can’t say no, so he would get in the rink with them and hold their little hands so they don’t fall

harry would absolutely cry again the kid’s school christmas festival, he can’t believe his babies are growing up

of course your kids would take part in the traditional styles trivia game, being as serious about winning as their dad is

he would dress up as santa clause just to make your kids happy

during christmas morning, your kids would wake you up super early to open their gifts, so all of you would go down to the living room in your pjs and drink hot chocolate while unwrapping the gifts, and harry swears he has never felt happier

“i wish life could stay like this forever” he would whisper in your ear cuddling you close while your kids are still too busy enjoying their gifts

long but cute, don’t you think? 🥺 hope you like it

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[kiyoors]

kids at the mall (iv)

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader 

wc: 1.2k 

a/n: @peachysamu  this is for u, my love, I've been thinking about this ever since you told me I reminded you of Panda Express and orange chicken <3

also! u can find parts 1-3 on my m.list here! (no particular order needed to read tho! :))

It's endearing to see Ushijima, and all his six feet and two inches of height, carefully make his way around the people at the mall food court, balancing a tray of your lunch orders in his hands while he's at it. He steps around tiny children and courteously lets people in his way go first, all the way until he makes it to the table where you've been waiting for him.

You're smiling up at him, and he clears his throat to hide the hint of shyness he feels whenever you look at him so adoringly.

"Two orange chickens," he murmurs, setting your bowl down first before he settles in his seat beside you, the shopping bags taking up the seat across from you.

You kiss his cheek, smacking your lips against his skin in the way you know makes him huff in amusement. "Thank you, 'Toshi."

You each unwrap your chopsticks and begin to eat; you hum in satisfaction and him in approval.  

"That red coat we saw through the shop window was so nice, don't you think?" In between bites, you add to the chatter of the food court. Your voice fills the space between the two of you, and Ushijima smiles as he listens.

"I'm sure your mom's going to love it!"

In the years of your relationship, Ushijima has found himself deciding that christmas shopping with you is one of his favorite seasonal activities to do. He can bear the long lines and crowded stores, if only because he gets to see the excitement in your eyes as you pick gifts for your loved ones. He thinks it's also cute that he can keep track of where you are by simply looking over the crowd and following the bobbing pompom of your winter hat as you move through the store. He keeps that detail to himself, though.

He nods and hums in agreement as you continue to babble about what stores you wish to visit next, who you still need to buy gifts for, and who you can cross out of your list.

He works through his bowl of orange chicken and fried rice, and, just as he's opening his mouth to take his second to last bite (his eyes momentarily look down to your own dish, only half eaten as you motion with your chopsticks in the air about the look Tendou is gonna have on his face when you give his gift), he feels, in the farthest depths of his being, that he's being watched.

He shifts his attention from you to look around the food court. All around him, people laugh and yell: he sees a little boy picking at the peas on his dish, a little girl kissing one of her chicken nuggets before taking a big bite out of it, an elderly woman giving what he assumes is her grandchild a coin to buy himself a cookie, and-

There.

Across the court, a tiny pair of startling, deep, hazel eyes is looking directly into his soul. Ushijima is used to stare-downs, being no stranger to looking directly into his opponent's across the volleyball court, and yet, he has never felt this watched before. He subconsciously rubs a hand at his chest, trying to soothe the perturbation he feels.

Beside him, he notices you've grown quiet. He also notices the hand you place comfortingly on his thigh as you follow his line of sight.

He hears you call his name, but it all sounds too distant to him as those eyes continue to stare into him, "are you okay?"

He only motions his head towards the little girl, now making his way towards him.

You blink at the way your boyfriend seems to try to retreat deeper into the bars of the back of his chair's backrest.

Walking towards you is a little girl, maybe six or seven years old. To you, she seems relatively harmless, if anything, she seems a little too mature for her age, but you suppose you're not the one at the end of her stare.

Ushijima sputters as she comes to a stop beside him, letting his chopsticks fall to his almost empty plate.

You think it's funny, the way Ushijima moves his arm to hover protectively in front of you, as if a first grader could do you harm. Still, she doesn't seem to really take note of you as she continues to look at your boyfriend.

She points at his bowl of fried rice and orange chicken. "Is that good?"

Ever the man of few words, Wakatoshi opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, then closes it once more, only to give the little girl a look that you can only describe as flabbergasted.

"Excuse me?"

At a closer distance, Ushijima can make out the green and gold flecks that decorate the girl's eyes– still, quite disturbingly, boring into him.

"The chicken," she repeats, pointing again at the last piece on his plate, "is it good? Would you recommend it?"

Meanwhile, you, silently, amusedly, watch the whole thing unfold. Something in the little girl's straight forwardness reminds you of your boyfriend.

Ushijima looks down at his plate, the last piece of chicken still untouched. For the first time since meeting the girl, he meets her eyes.

"Would you like to try some?"

You choke on the sip of water you were in the middle of taking.

The girl only nods her head. She doesn't smile, at least not with her lips, but, in her eyes, you see it– seen it before, too, in the way the man next to you smiles.

Ushijima takes a hold of his chopsticks again, and the little girl opens her mouth expectantly, shifting on her feet in what you can only describe as eagerness.

There's a soft smile playing on Ushi's lips as he lets the girl take his last bite of food from his chopsticks.  

The girl closes her eyes as she savors the food: chicken in all its friend glory, covered in sweet, sticky orange sauce.

She opens them after she's done chewing.

He raises a brow, expectantly–  well?

"It's good," she determines with a satisfied nod.

Ushijima smiles now, fully, "Ah, I am glad to hear that."

The little girl takes a couple of steps back, looking behind her at the line to the food court. She gives a curt nod of her head to Ushijima and sends a wave of goodbye back at you, before leaving, a tiny smile playing on her lips.

Your boyfriend looks down at his now empty plate, smiling to himself. He doesn't look at you but the sound of your laugh has the tips of his ears warming, he moves his palm to cover the stupid smile that's etched on his lips.

Finally, finally, he meets your eyes. His heart bursts with emotion.

Maybe, someday, he'll be able to feed another little girl from his chopsticks– one that looks like you, laughs like you, with eyes just like his.

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