I want a girlfriend and I want to hold her hand and walk with her and kiss her under a streetlight as the snow flies around us and I want to lend her my jacket when she’s cold or borrow hers it doesn’t matter I just wanna share clothes with her and I want us to build snowmen and make snow angels and celebrate Christmas together and get each other gifts even though we didn’t agree to do that and drink hot chocolate and share cute kisses under mistletoes and wear oversized sweaters and fuzzy socks and have lots of blankets and cuddle and be really soft and I just really want a girlfriend to keep me warm during winter is that too much to ask
A cat and mouse like game between Percy and Annabeth where Percy keeps trying to catch Annabeth under the mistletoe but she’s somehow always one step ahead. Every time she side-steps the mistletoe or moves it before Percy realizes, she just smiles at him innocently. Until Percy finally gives up and Annabeth comes up to him, noses just inches apart as she smiles and raises her arm above their heads, holding mistletoe in her fingers. She kisses him and Percy is too flustered to even notice that Annabeth’s face is bright red and it’d taken her literal hours just to work up the courage to do that.
“The new assumed couple Camren has just released their first album together. Both are former members of the band Fifth Harmony and have dominated the world tabloids after confirming that Camren is real!”
Check out the album’s successes:
1 - Kissing under the mistletoe. (MEEEE Remix) 2 - Very Separately Single (feat. DJ I’m The Father) 3 - Beanies & Bows (feat. The 1975) 4 - My Pink Princess 5 - Switching Minds 6 - It’s just Merch! (feat. Normani Kordei) 7 - Total Eclipse of Camren 8 - I Love your T-Shirt (Acoustic Version) 9 - We Hate Dorito! 10 - No More Hot Boys (feat. Dinah Jane) 11 - Clothes is big on us 12 - Delusional (feat. Ally Brooke)
Summary: It’s your annual Christmas party that you host for your friends every year, but this time around things are feeling a bit different. Will you ever build up the courage to tell one of your best friends that you’re in love with him? Some coaxing from your friends help you make a decision.
Notes: This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s “Kari’s Christmas Quickie Challenge.” I realized I haven’t written like, any Jared, so I thought I’d give this a shot. Let me know what you think! And Merry Christmas! 🎅🏻🎄🎅🏻🎄
A Sherlolly Christmas special for all you lovely people.:)
Every conversation in the flat drew to a stop as everyone turned to look at the pair by the fireplace.
Sherlock stood holding out a prettily wrapped gift to St. Bart’s head pathologist.
Molly blinked in confusion.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m sorry, Sherlock. That’s, uhm… not really my area.”
At their spot by the window, John was shaking his head, while his wife Mary, for perhaps the first time in her adult life, looked lost.
DI Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson exchanged worried glances. After all, the scene was far too familiar. And such a shame too. This year’s Christmas Party at 221B was going so wonderfully, before Sherlock decided to pull this… whatever it was he was trying to pull.
Although, this time, it was Sherlock handing Molly a present, and asking her to deduce him instead.
Things did not bode well for either.
“Molly,” Sherlock repeated patiently, “deduce me.”
The pathologist was starting to look a bit miffed.
“Sherlock, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but whatever it is-”
“Molly, please…” John’s head shot up in surprise at the detective’s pleading tone, “could you please just humor me?”
Molly took a deep breath, looked around to find everyone watching them, then bobbed her head to the side.
“Very well. Uhm…”
She thought back to that dreadful incident a few Christmases past, recalling how Sherlock did his deductions, and trying to do the same.
She looked at the present he held in his hand, then looked at the presents he got for the others, under the tree. The one he held had much nicer wrapping paper, glinting silver with tiny gold stars, while the others had regular red and green giftwrap.
“Yes. You’re on the right track, Molly.”
She looked up in surprise. She hadn’t said any of her thoughts out loud. But then again, this was Sherlock. He probably deduced her thoughts from the direction of her eyes and the expression on her face. Or maybe he could read minds, and that was his best kept secret.
“Go on,” he prodded.
Molly bit her lip, eyes scanning the gift. It had a bow wrapped around it, a lovely shade of violet. In fact… Her eyes went to Sherlock -particularly, the shirt he was wearing: the aubergine one whose buttons were straining to hold on for dear life across his broad, broad chest. It was her favorite. And also the exact same shade as the ribbon.
“That is correct. Keep going. Here.”
He handed her the present, and she took it hesitantly.
In one corner was a card. She looked up at him uncertainly, and was puzzled to find him staring rather intensely at the gift, his expression tinged with… nervousness? Anxiety?
With shaking hands, she opened the flap, and gasped.
On the card, in Sherlock’s bold, scrawly hand, was written just three words.
“I love you.”
Several exclamations of surprise could be heard across the room, but the two people at the center of the whole scenario were oblivious.
Molly’s eyes remained fixed on the card, hands still shaking, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Sherlock took a step towards her and bent his head, reminiscent of that other Christmas, but this time instead of his lips on her cheek, she felt them against her own, fleetingly.
He straightened up and looked down at her, his face open and vulnerable, no longer masking his anxiety as he awaited her reply.
Finally, she lifted her eyes to his, a tear finally spilling down. A huge smile broke across her face, and their audience had to avert their eyes at its brilliance, according the couple a tiny bit of privacy for this moment. No words needed to be exchanged to express their delight at the turn of events.
There was no one in the room, however, happier than the consulting detective himself, as his pathologist launched herself into his arms. He briefly wondered if she had noticed that he placed the two of them directly underneath a mistletoe, before she proceeded to kiss him properly.
Alec Lightwood has an ugly Christmas sweater that says “Make the Yuletide Gay” and Magnus Bane has an ugly Christmas sweater that says “Bi the Fire’s Glow” and they wear them all the time and are so proud of them and walk hand in hand with them on sorry I don’t make the rules