the perfect christmas gift

Rebloggable masterlist

Miss me when I’m gone


01. Imagine

(Feel the love of loving Harry Styles)

02. Perfect gift

(Cute christmas fluff)

03. Secret

(harry wants to keep y/n’s and his relationship private but she don’t)

04. You’re wrong

(y/n runs into his long back bestie and love and the blossoms of love blooms again)

05. Don’t wanna know

(Harry tells Y/n, his best friend about his love. Little did he knew Y/n loved him)

06. Love me now *

(A cute valentine imagine)

07. Kiss me

(Imagine kissing HS)

08. Bangles ***

(One in which missus is Indian)

09. Moving in

(Harry asks missus to move in with him)

10. Wedding Blues

(Wedding planning wasn’t easy as they thought)

11. Daddy sowwy

(In which Harry yells at their daughter)

12. Not yet

(Harry’s and y/n’s son Noah has a crush)

13. One more chance

(Harry fucked up bad and blames it on y/n )

Happy-Meo MASTER LIST !!

I try to update this as often as I can cause I know how hard it can get to find your way around LOL :) As always I really appreciate every one who has subscribed to me! Thanks for taking the time to read my writings ^_^

Freshly updated on 3-12-17

* = new stories since last update/reblog of the Master List

VIXX Stories:

Keeping Secrets (Neo; Hongbin x Reader): [COMPLETED] 
Chapter Links 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 (Finale)

Summary: Every person usually has their own set of secrets, but when your interest lands you in the biggest secret in Jellyfish, you’re in for a whirlwind as you find yourself in different predicaments trying to keep it. 

VIXX! Father Series (Fluffy one-shots with VIXX as fathers): Leo | Hyuk | Hakyeon | Hongbin | Ravi | Jaehwan

Brains & Beauty (Hyuk x Reader fic; school au)
Summary: I never really sought out K-pop or was too fond of it. Until K-pop found me in the form of Han Sanghyuk.    


ONGOING Series: 

* Masquerade III (Jungkook x Reader x BTS member - read to find out >:] ) [Fluff & Smut]:  
Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3

Vampire! Tae: The Unlucky Ones (Tae x OC) [Fluff, Angst]: Vampires have soulmates too. But there were unlucky ones whose soulmates turned out to be human.
Part 1 | Part 2

Don’t Judge Sweet & Sour (Yoongi x OC Lee Maia x Jungkook with BTS members) [Fluff, Angst]:
Chapter Links: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
Summary: Through a series of events, Lee Maia becomes BTS’s manager, specifically genius producer Min Yoongi’s, in order to become a Big Hit trainee. However, Min Yoongi is infamous among staff for being rude and particular and no other staff members were able to handle him for more than a few days. Will she survive the year and achieve her dream of debuting as an idol?

When Music Meets Lyrics (Yoongi x OC) [Fluff, Angst]:
Summary: Min Yoongi had been having trouble creating music lately, especially coming up with meaningful lyrics. But that all changes when he hears the words of a new mysterious lyricist.

Part 1 | Part 2  


(Yoongi x Reader ft Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters) [Office Au; Rom-com, Fluff]:

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

Out of the Egg [COMPLETED]
(Jungkook x Reader; War Au/ Rebellion Au) [Fluff, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare]

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

Bangtan Mission: Get BANG'ed (OC x Bang PD ft. all of BTS)
[Fluff, Romantic Comedy]

Summary: With all the fame and fortune they have been receiving, the boys can’t help but grow increasingly grateful to the man who gave them the opportunity to achieve their dreams – “Hitman” Bang PD. In their struggle to come up with the perfect Christmas gift to express their love and admiration for the very man who continues to inspire and motivate them, they find that their boss actually and very secretly only wants one thing for Christmas…their beautiful Head Coordi-noona. Put seven crazy boys on a secret match-making mission and one very shy CEO together and you have a recipe for a comedic disaster. Will they succeed in getting their Coordi-noona “Bang”-ed?

Masquerade  [COMPLETED]
(Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) [Fluff & Smut; Office Au, Hosts Au] 

“With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.”

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Parts:  Part 1Part 2  |  Part 3 | Part 4 (Finale)

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls [COMPLETED]
(Fluff & Smut; Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au)  
DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Parts:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 (Finale)

WORLDS. (Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok; ft rest of BTS) [Fluff & Angst; Childhood Au, School Au, Best friends Au]  [COMPLETED]
A collection of your life growing up with your two best friends Yoongi and Hoseok. From the small pains of childhood to experiencing the trials of school life, love, heart break, and finding your passions, you three were always inseparable…until one day, you were forced to grow without them and it was then that you truly discovered yourself and each other.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

Hug Me (J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader; Angst, some fluff): 
You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go.

Past, Present, Future (Jin x Reader; fluff w/ mentions of bullying and body shaming) : You weren’t the ideal body type, far from it, but Jin loved you all the same. 

Feel the Rain (Namjoon x Reader; Fluff): In the midst of your mundane routine life, you meet a man who changes it all.

~Accidentally in Love~ Series (BTS x Reader; Fluff): We’ve all had our clumsy moments but what if those embarrassing moments, where we hoped no one was looking, actually led us to the right person?
Jungkook | Namjoon: Part 1 / Part 2 | 

Wings: An exposition of what I feel like all the BTS short films and titles were trying to exemplify about life and growing up on a general, relatable sense.

“First Meetings” Series (Fluffy one shots of the reader meeting BTS members; different story per member): Namjoon | Jin | Taehyung :“Sunflower Boy” | J-Hope : “Sun & Moon” | Jungkook : “Picture Perfect” | Yoongi : “Infires” | Jimin : “Flights & Fate”

Growth (Namjoon x Reader)Namjoon was everything you weren’t but you were everything Namjoon wasn’t.

Funnies: (My Random Troll thoughts)


Reaction to the new songs on the BTS “You Never Walk Alone” album.

Reaction to AGUST-D

Yoongi’s hint at Hobi’s WINGS Introduction 

Fifth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


She was quietly submerged in a self-protective bubble of sanity. Outside her bubble, shoppers, children, angry males and even crazier women circled and flowed like liquid around her. Why she did this to herself was beyond comprehension. Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She would have been better off just giving everybody a note saying they’d get stuff mid-January and stick a Hershey’s kiss on it with the last roll of tape she had in the house.

Instead, she was here, wondering if God was laughing at them all while he lounged with a cup of hot chocolate, dishing with Santa about the naughty list and made fun of this year’s clothing trends.

That made her smile a little bit and gave her the boost she needed for three final stores and the fight to leave the hellishly packed parking lot. Congratulating herself for not using her gun, she began her drive home.

And the phone rang.


After racing away from that ‘haunted house’ as Mulder called it, she drove home, exhausted, annoyed by the prospect of having to wrap gifts, in all manner of shapes and sizes, before getting a mediocre nap and returning to the road for her mother’s.

And thinking about it, she hadn’t really ‘raced’ away from the house … it was more like driving leisurely with the pedal just a bit closer to the floor … there was no reason to ‘race’ away from anything, except maybe the next hair-brained idea that Mulder was probably concocting even as they headed for their cars.

She stopped her thinking right there, given if she dwelled too long, she could probably convince herself that there were actually ghosts.

That is the last present Mulder needed.

Finishing wrapping her gifts nearly an hour later, then stacking everything back by the door, she then noticed the item she’d bought two days earlier and had forgotten to wrap, the item falling into the Christmas detritus strewn across the floor.

She’d found the perfect gift for Mulder.

A fitting, unique, totally him gift.

Pulling it towards her, she studied it again, let the smile creep across her face, then pulled the wrapping paper towards her and proceeded to tape the hell out of every seam and possible pulling point.

After, against every atom in her body screaming to go to bed, she pulled her shoes back on and headed into the 3am darkness.


He was truly delighted by his gift, an ornament, one she’d found on complete accident while shopping with her mother. A large red fox being hugged by a little dark-haired girl, the fox with glittering green eyes and the girl with a smile and a crown of flowers, kneeling beside the animal, arms tight around his neck.

She’d gotten a little nervous when he began shaking the box but knowing she’d packed it well, it survived his wild, paper-ripping opening to stun him into silence. She’d had to nudge him lightly with her elbow to get him to move again, to take the breath he needed to turn to her, crush her and her still unopened gift against him in a tight hug.

When he finally let her go, muttering to himself, “78 seconds, we’re getting better at this”, he took the bauble from the box, dangling it in front of his shining eyes, studying it with intense scrutiny, then shifting to catch her eye, “can we go put this on your tree?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah … well, right after you open your gift, I mean.”

Honest-to-Jesus, she couldn’t deny him while he wore such hopeful excitement on his face, “you don’t want to keep it here?”

“Nope. I want it on your tree.” Such matter-of-fact declarations from him were not surprising anymore but they still made her spine tingle.

“Then I better get to opening this, shouldn’t I?”

It turned out that Mulder’s round, cylindrical gift, was neither round nor cylindrical but a small set of windchimes packed carefully and securely into a thick cardboard tube. Holding them up, they made a deeper sound when she tapped them, lower notes that didn’t pierce her eardrums but soothed with their grandfather clock resonant gong. She realized instantly that they weren’t by any means a cheap gift and looking at him, “you shouldn’t have spent this much, Mulder.”

“It’s Christmas so shut up.” Grinning at her, “I was thinking you could hang them in front of one of your living room windows then in the summer with the windows open, they’d sound but they won’t get ruined in the rain and stuff.”

He looked so eager for her to like them, so happy that she did, so enthusiastic that she set them carefully down and pulled him against her this time, blowing the 78 seconds out of the water. Finally, just as she made up her mind to not let him go, she pulled back, “I think you should go change and we can go to my place to hang up your gift and then we can head over to mom’s and you can have Christmas with us.”

His smile faultered, “I can’t intrude like that. Not on Christmas.”

“You already told me your mom was with your aunt and I’m not letting you stay here by yourself. Besides, I need somebody to keep me from killing my brother. I vote you.”

Reaching desperately for lame-ass excuses he couldn’t really say with any conviction, given he actually would like to spend Christmas with her, “I don’t have any presents for anybody.”

Bless her Irish, ‘you’re full of crap’ internal sensor honed specifically for Mulder bullshit, she gave him a grin, then stood up, “you are a terrible liar sometimes. Go put on some clean pants and a shirt that won’t clash with a Christmas tree because you’re going to end up in photos and …” trailing off, she took his hand, “I better come help you pick something out.”


“Yes, those celluloid things that mark occasions and cement memories of Great Aunt Matilda getting drunk and wearing a lamp shade for a hat at family Christmas, 1982.”

As he was pulled along to the bedroom, “why would I be in pictures?”

“My mother will say ‘get in the picture’ and you won’t have the will to argue with her because she’s just stuffed you full of two pounds of ham and ambrosia salad. Compliance through food tonnage is her specialty.”

Finally, he gave in, standing patiently as she began pulling shirts from his closet and holding them to his chest, “I love Maggie.”

Once they’d gotten back to her place, he went right to the tree, waiting as she found him a hook, then he hung it up beside the ornament he’d given her when they’d decorated the tree almost a week earlier. This year’s was a filigree snowman, hair-thin white wire, affixed buttons and top hat, smiling coal face, small sign in his hand declaring the year. Standing side-by-side, Mulder slid his hand into hers, fingers warm and solid, perfect fit, perfect match, lit by tree lights and silent in the still dark night.

The Perfect Gift

“Nice ass,” you complimented, as you walked up to him with a box of lights in your hands. Freeing one hand, you smacked him on his pert behind, he jumped slightly at the contact.

“Hey!” he looked down at you, his lips twitching and fighting off a smile. “Be a good girl now,”

“Or what?”

“Or Santa’s gonna skip your ass,” he said, turning back to his tree decorating. You handed him the box and stood next to him, scrutinising his work. “What’s wrong?”

“Umm, well…no offence, buuuut it’s a bit cluttered,”

“What?!” he said with an incredulous smile. “You did all that bit babe,”

“Yeah but now that you’ve added the baubles, candy canes and lights…it’s a bit much.”

“Oh my gaaaaahd,” he groaned. “Babe, I’m tired, we still gotta wrap the rest of the presents, can we just leave it?”

“Oh, I can fix it, I’ll sort it out.”

“Mkay,” he shrugged nonchalantly and immediately stepped back from the tree and handed you back the box of lights. “Here, imma go get a glass of wine, want one?”

“No thanks,” you replied. He pecked your cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

You worked on the tree, scolding yourself for doing it so last minute, as in the night before Christmas. But, there was no other choice since you’d been moving in together into the newly bought house. It couldn’t have been done earlier because of your working schedules; better late than never.

By the time you were done, Roman had finished wrapping the presents at the table in the far side of the room so you couldn’t snoop. You crashed on the couch on top of him, both sighing at the accomplishment.

“It looks good,” he smiled, stroking your hair.

“Does, doesn’t it? Good team work,” you smiled. “Shall we put the presents underneath now then we can go to bed?”

“Mhhh, yupp, oh, wait…you didn’t put the star on top.”

“Oh man,” you groaned, sulking as you looked at the tree, which suddenly looked weird without the star.

He rubbed your back and sat up with you. “C'mon, lets do this. I’ll help you.”

You found the star under the rubble made up of bubblewrap, tinsel and baubles you’d strewn on the floor. Unfortunately you couldn’t reach the top of the tree; trust a 6"3 Samoan to pick one that was the same height as him.

“I got you,” he said coming up behind you and picking you up, you squealed and placed the star on top, clasping your hands with pride at the final touch. “Et viola! Beauuuutiful,”

You worked collaboratively getting the presents that he’d wrapped and some you’d done earlier under the tree. But you stopped at a perculiar one, examining the intrestingly shaped box and looked up at him.

“What’s this?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Nope, under the tree.”

“Pleaaaaase?” You sulked, poking your bottom lip out. He refused. “Can I at least get a hint?”

“Baby come on, it’s Christmas tomorrow you’ll find out then.”

You sighed in annoyance, but then an idea hit you as you scanned the presents piled on the table. “What about…I pick one of my presents to you from the pile, and you pick one for me and we can open them tonight, then the rest tomorrow?”

Roman chuckled. “What’re you 5?”

“Please baby, I’ll give you a second present later,” you said, lowering your voice as you walked up to him and put your hand under his shirt and pulled him into you. It didn’t take a genious to figure out what that was. “It involves no hands…”

He groaned.


And again.



“And a lot of suck-”

“Okay, alright, alright,” he put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “You tease. Alright, let’s work with the small presents. Deal?”

“Deal,” you said excitedly as he rummaged through the pile of the wrapped goods. You turned around and did the same, contemplating on this that or the other. You made your final choice and turned to face him, wondering if it was a good idea to do it now, this way too. You exchanged the gifts, “On 3…1…2…no, actually let me open my first.”


“Ladies first,” you scolded him with a wagging finger. He gave you a ‘come on’ look, but you went ahead anyway and ripped the paper off frantically, revealing a small black box. You looked up at him skeptically, then back to it before you opened it to reveal a key with the Mercedes logo on it. You gasped, your eyes widening in excitment. “The wagon? Baby?! Did you…?! Oh shit!”

He smiled, happy with the immediate seal of approval. “Yeah, thought the CLK could do with a big brother,”

“I’m so glad I started this, it’s like I knew, my intuitions are on point,” you gloated. “Can we go? Can I see it? Can we go for a test ride? I wanna see it, where is it?”

“Calm down, and no. That, we’ll save for tomorrow,” he said. But you still ran into his arms nonetheless, hugging him tightly and thankfully.

“Is it the matte midnight blue I wanted?”

“Stop,” he laughed at the keen interest. You were really a 5 year old in a grown woman’s body. “No more telling…my turn.”

You almost forgot about that part, you peeled away from him slowly and watched him as he opened his wrapping carefully. You almost wanted to rip it apart carelessly and speedily for him. The wait was agonising.

“I wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but then…I just want you to open it between us,” you reasoned, it’d be great in front of friends and family; but better with just the two of you.

He narrowed his eyes at you momentarily at that comment. You pursed your lips, watching him until he got to the product.

“I’m confused baby,” he said with a nervous laugh as he eyed it suspiciously. Holding it up as if that’d clear it up. “It’s a…thermometer?”

You laughed, nervously too and reached for his hand to help him out. “Turn it over silly,”

Then he did, cocked his head to one side and then you watched as it hit him. “Oh,” his eyes widened and a smile immediately taking refuge on his face. “Oh shit…for real?” You nodded, your grin mirroring his. “For real? No joke? As in…for real-for real?!”


“Are you…for real? We’re…we’re gonna be parents? Imma be a daddy?”

“Yes! Yes,”

You don’t know how it happened or when, but he was just so quick; he picked you up, span you around excitedly, muttering how happy he was to hear that news. When he finally set you down he cupped your face with both hands, smothering your face with kisses.

“Baby! This is the best present ever, I don’t even care what else you got me,” he spoke, his voice was quieter now, sounding more serious. You could read how genuine he was, he trembled with adrenalin and eyes welling up. He’d always wanted kids, you’d talked about it, and here you were. “Now I feel bad about my present, it doesn’t compare to this. You don’t know how much I love you right now, I love you so much. I should’ve given you a different present, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s perfect,” you pointed out. “It’s perfect because it’s gonna be our family car. It’s perfect.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Now take me upstairs,” you kissed him, accentuating each word with a kiss. “And show me…how much…you love me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, scooping you up and heading towards the stairs, the tasks at hand forgotten and abandoned.

“Oh baby, can I tell you something?”

“Mhhh-hmm, anything.”

“We’re having twins,”


Adam Cole x reader

(y/n) and Adam have been flirting for a long time. Both of them want to be together but never did anything until Adam buys (y/n) a Christmas present (which he does every year) only this time its lingerie. She’s confused and he tells her he was hoping one day she’d wear it for him. But he doesn’t have to wait very long.

Requested by @xxdonedirtcheapxx

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The Perfect Gift

For @coffeewithcaptainswan the Perry White to my Clark Kent.

Based on this post, consider this my own Glee-style mash-up mega mix of ‘things are going terribly’ Christmas AUs.

There’s a little sprinkle of smut glitter, not much, but as close as I write. Unbeta’d

Fuck. Emma threw her phone across the room and tried not to cry. She shouldn’t be this upset about a delayed parcel. But this particular delayed parcel meant that Killian Jones was not going to get a gift from her on Christmas Day.

It was stupid, really, but he was the best best friend anyone could hope for. He was endlessly supportive and patient with her bullshit. Always ready to come to her rescue whether that meant pretending to be her boyfriend to deter the most enthusiastic of sleazes or defending her to friends, family and random strangers. And his dry wit often had her snorting with laughter. Yep, he was a keeper. As a friend.

And she knew that his childhood and even young adulthood had been on a par with hers in the crappy stakes. He deserved a good fucking Christmas and his own best friend wasn’t going to give him a gift.

She’d bought one of course. It was a perfect miniature of the Jewel of the Realm, the finest ship in the seven seas, and his own personal obsession. It was nestled inside the distinctive bottle of his favourite brand of rum, and said bottle was engraved with the inscription “Property of Captain Jones”. It was a crazy expensive gift she’d had specially commissioned months ago just to suit her adorably nerdy, pirate-obsessed friend. It was currently stuck halfway across the country and no amount of begging, angry threats or hefty bribes was going to change that. She’d tried.

She thought desperately if there was anything that she could re-gift to him. But the only thing she’d had so far was peppermint lube from Ruby. And from what he’d told her he loved oral au naturelle so she couldn’t imagine he’d appreciate it.

Fists clenching, she took a deep breath, she could totally brave shopping on Christmas Eve for Killian, he was worth it.

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2016 Christmas Ereri Masterlist

HoHoHo… It’s that time again. Here is a list of all the Ereri Holiday related fics published in 2016. Happy Holidays to you all!  (This will be updated until the new year, cause we gotta get those New Years Eve fics in.) ❤ M & T

Christmas Is For Cuddles
Summary: It’s just a big cuddle fest with sweet kisses and tons of fluff. Christmas is for cuddles, after all.

A Christmas Carol
Summary: Levi Ackerman hated a lot of things: people, dirt, noise, crowded spaces, wasting his money on things like paying his employees, getting together with his relatives…But there came a time of they year in which all these things came together, a time he despised with a passion: Christmas….

As Pure As The Driven Snow
Summary: Captain Levi is never unimpressed by Eren’s sense of service, culinary or otherwise. [Homestyle verse]

Shingeki No Christmas
Summary: /

Merry Christmas Birthday, Captain
Summary: Eren has just discovered Christmas, and he’s already made plans to celebrate it, whether Levi likes it or not.

All I Want for Christmas
Summary: Eren wants a bag of Cheetos, he gets a bag of Cheetos. Well, not really.An extremely short drabble because I needed to post something Christmas-ey.

The Perfect Gift
Summary: Eren strives to find Levi the perfect gift for Christmas and his birthday. But what could that possibly be?

Candy Canes and Golden Things 
Summary: Want to see what happens when Eren asks Levi to marry him during a Christmas Eve party?

Never the Same
Summary: Downing whiskey is the only way Levi Ackerman knows how to spend his birthday. He’s done it for years now. Alone and with nothing better to do, Levi decides to wallow in self pity at a bar, accompanied only by the cute new bartender, Eren Yeager. Will his drunken nights ever end, or will a certain someone change the ritual?

The person asked for Kent taking a selfie with Kit with the sentence “I’m a walking travesty” somewhere on the image. Posted with permission.

Reminder that I do stuff like this for only 20$ (and you can even get the original for 50!). What, did you just hear “Perfect Christmas gift for my nerdy friend? Why, yes you did! I do all fandoms and all pairings, and I work fast. So if you want something done, write me at or message me on tumblr!

(It’s for a good cause, I need to upgrade my computer so I can draw on it again)

anonymous asked:

!! how abt an alex and john x reader where reader is seen to be Innocent and Pure but!! actually wears leather jackets and has a shit load of piercings headcanons pls

boss’ memo : :000!! interesting !!! okay !! i’ll do it <3! i hope i didn’t misinterpret this or anything !! sweats !

Originally posted by saymaybetothis

  • let’s quickly get this fact out of the way, yeah? he likes both versions of you !! adores ‘em!
    • although when he hears about you from laf, he definitely doesn’t expect you to look the way you do, since laf mentions that you’re “the purest” and “i have to protect them from all the evil things on this planet”
      • (thinking back, he’s unsure of what he expected to see?? what were you looking for, john)
      • but he is all for the leather jacket and you being ?? innocent too?? both of them??? you’re so cute?!?!
  • he’s super protective of you since because of the way you look, people think they can start things with you–uh, no!! no one is allowed to upset you, ever.
    • he buys himself a matching leather jacket,,
  • he sometimes asks if your piercings hurt when you got them, and has you tell him the story behind each one (even if you think it’s “boring”, he adores every story and he adores you and he loves listening to you talk)
    • he’s never really had a partner who had so many piercings so he is fascinated–expect a lot of questions !!
      • he’s asking these questions because he wants to make sure that the gift he gets you for christmas (or general gift because he’s a sweetheart) is Perfect !!
  • if you just have a reputation for being innocent and sweet and you don’t really like your reputation, then he’s going to constantly assure you that you are tough as hell !
    • and if you ask him why he thinks so, he starts pulling out the Receipts (and yes, this includes the fact that you get up in the morning ready to fight because how could he not love you?? even if you didn’t get up and wasn’t feelin’ it he’s so proud of you!!)
      • surviving is super tough !! you’re super tough !
    • the two of you are dtf - down to FIGHT
    • he can spread rumors, if you’d like him to give you a more frightening reputation !
      • the man is best friends with alex, don’t doubt his ability to help or hurt reputations
  • he subconsciously changes how he is around you depending on how you are so the contrast is more startling–it’s a bit of a running joke
    • you’re a tough cookie? well, prepare to meet the sweetest, gentlest john ever who is constantly doting on you and encouraging you to show everyone who’s boss !
    • you’re a bit of a softie? john has your back–no one messes with his adorable s/o!! (he still dotes on you tho,,)
Bellamy Blake Christmas Imagine: Perfect Gift (AU)

Requested by anonymous 

Summary: Reader is planning a party, but things are not going the way they were supposed to, so she is nervous. Bellamy tries to calm her down by giving her the Christmas gift sooner.

Originally posted by the100fandomsss

“Dammit!” I threw the box with shattered glass on the floor frustrated, “every time I let someone do something, this is what I get.”

“What’s going on, beauty?” Bellamy immediately appeared in the room. Once he saw my bloodied hand, he immediately rushed towards me, taking my hand into his and examined it closely.

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Talk About Forever-Mark Angst/Fluff


“I love your writing just so heart fluttering~~ Can you make an angst at the point of jealousy and then fluffy AF at the end plz~~?”

“can you do a mark scenario with some jealousy but fluffy as a bunny in the end~~ tnx”

This is also a slight continuation to thinking of you…except I wanted to upload this first :) that will come later

Song: Talk About Forever-Tate X Mabel

You were at the third Christmas party of the cold December month. Although you enjoyed the festivities during the end of the year, it was still tiring to run around and stretch yourself to keep the Christmas spirit alive. It was even more difficult to do so without having your best friend (and recently discovered soulmate) by your side. Due to his busy life as a rookie idol combined with both of your busy student lives, it was hard for you and your boyfriend Mark to do things together. You hadn’t seen each other properly in about 8 weeks, unless you counted the few late nights you two met at the 24 hour convenience store near his company building and a few Skype dates here and there. You knew you two were destined to be together, not just because of the fact that you were literal soulmates, but also because your heart hurt whenever you thought about him. You had only recently started your relationship and you already had to limit yourselves. It was expected that this would happen but not so soon. It was as if you got to experience the first snow of the year at the perfect moment but the days following, it just continuously melted under your feet. You knew it would be too much for your to be selfish considering the situation, but you still couldn’t deny the want for him to be there and wear ugly Christmas sweaters with you, or just admire your sparkly makeup, or just watch cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies with you.

You stood against the wall of a stranger’s extravagant home, bored and just swishing around some apple cider in your cup that had gone cold too long ago. You looked around the packed living room and found the figure of the friend that had invited you to join her at the large Christmas party and began thinking about how you would courteously dip out. You began making your way over to your dancing friend in the middle of the large crowd to let her know of your leaving, when you felt someone grab your wrist. Before you even had time to react, you could feel someone dancing on the back of your sparkly outfit. You were about to turn around and give the person a piece of your inner angry elf, but you quickly erupted into a fit of giggles when you noticed it was just another close friend who had been messing with you.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping in after your exam today,” you said, yelling over the music.

“I was, but then I saw Y/F/N make a post about you guys coming to this party and I knew I had to come see you in your sexy sparkly outfit!”

You giggled at his words and looked him over to admire his outfit choice, too. After you complimented him, you two began conversing about all kinds of things for a few minutes. When the conversation began to die out slowly, you decided to take your leave for real.

“Well, I’ll talk to you later!”

“Wait, where are you going? It’s not even late, why the rush?”

You awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, trying to remember the excuse you were planning to use to leave early.

“Oh, I just- I’ve been running around all week, you know, with school and all that, so I just wanna turn in a little early is all. But you keep having fun!”

You tried to turn away once again but you felt that same hand reach out and grab your wrist for the second time this night. You turned to the boy once again and saw a small pout (that was nowhere near as cute as Mark’s) placed on his face. He leaned down to match your height so he wouldn’t have to yell over the music again.

“But we haven’t even danced yet! C’mon, I love this song! Dance with me before you go.”

You turned glanced around briefly and couldn’t see the friend you were originally looking for anyway so you thought why not. It wouldn’t kill you to dance with the guy. At least he wasn’t a total stranger that could end up being a creep. Besides, just because Mark wasn’t there to dance with you instead, it didn’t mean you wanted your last bit of Christmas spirit for the week to go to waste. You turned back towards your friend, smiling widely, and accepted his offer to dance.

“Fine, but just one song!”

After dancing to a few upbeat songs, a slow Christmas classic came on. Soon after the slow jazz tones of the song began, you somehow ended up slow dancing with your friend. Although he wasn’t your boyfriend, it was still a comfy and friendly slow dance session. You two swayed and rested while you calmed down from the fast paced dancing. As you two began talking about other silly topics again, someone who thought they were helping lighten the mood was walking around holding mistletoe over the heads of different couples. Unfortunately, that same person had made their way over to you and your friend. As you began denying any possible kissing happening between you two, there were chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” beginning all throughout the party. You felt the embarrassment seep in as you two stopped dancing to protest you two being a couple. Your friend was growing tired of the stubborn party goers, so he ended it by quickly pecking your cheek. You were glad their chants ended but you were now feeling sad that the one person you would want to stand under the mistletoe with wasn’t here. You finally dismissed yourself for the second time that night, grabbed your coat, and walked out the front door. As you walked down the steps of the house, you were met with someone you hadn’t expected to see that night. You gasped, the hot air leaving your lips and surrounding your face. You felt your eyes water up and you were sure it wasn’t because of the cold air, but because of your sudden happiness.


He turned around as you jumped down the last step and plunged yourself into his chest. You instantly felt warmth returning to your body as you squeezed the air out of your boyfriend. You felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around you, rocking you two back and forth in the snow covered driveway. You continued to let your face snuggle deeper into his chest. He responded with a kiss to the top of your head and a few snuggles of his own. You finally pulled back after a few moments and stared up at him. As you gazed into his eyes, it was as if the Christmas lights surrounding the busy neighborhood had suddenly sparkled more than they had for the past few days. Your mood had finally reversed and you could fully feel the Christmas spirit and love return to yourself. You giggled in disbelief at Mark’s appearance, considering how he probably should have been practicing for end of the year award shows.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had strict practice schedule until January?”

“We do, technically. But I convinced the managers that I know what I’m doing enough to let me off for the next 3 days. Sort of, an early christmas present I guess.”

“Well, that’s the perfect gift. But what are you doing here at this party specifically? How did you know I was here?”

“I saw you on your friends snapchat story…dancing with some guy, actually.”

You quickly thought about the last few hours of the party, and how you had spent a majority of it dancing with Y/F/N. You were sure that Mark knew you two were only friends since you all went to the same school, but his tone hinted otherwise. You couldn’t believe he would be jealous but the thought of it being true even though he knew you were soulmates for life was amusing, so you decided to tease him a bit.

“Oh, yeah. You know Y/F/N, right? He helped me cheer up a bit, since I was feeling a bit down. So we danced a bit and now I feel great!”

You rocked back and forth slightly on your heels, anticipating his reaction. Although Mark was usually a very chill guy, you could see hints of anger appearing in his eyes.

“Oh, really? That’s…good babe. Did all you do was dance or…..was there some mistletoe involved?”

He asked about the mistletoe in a joking tone but you decided to tease him even further while also being honest about the kiss on the cheek.

“Actually, yeah there was.”

“Wh-What!? What do you mean? Did he….did he kiss you?!”

“Well, yeah but it was only a simple kiss to the cheek. Someone with some mistletoe was pressuring us to kiss and the crowd got really hype even though we kept denying that we wanted to kiss. And besides, it wasn’t as good as your kisses.”

Although Mark seemed to be getting angrier at the idea of another guy kissing your cheek, he still allowed his shy side to get the best of him, tinting his cheeks pink at your small compliment.

“But-well…Let’s go back in, find the person with the mistletoe, and kiss ourselves! A real kiss! To show that I’m your boyfriend, not..him.”

He took a step towards the front door of the house but you pushed his chest back firmly to stop him.

“No! I’m sick of dancing. Besides, I’m yours and I’ll always be yours, whether or not we’re soulmates. No matter who I dance with or who I let admire my perfect holiday outfit, you’ll always be the one for me. You don’t need to prove to anyone how we’re together. Now that you’re here,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso, “ let’s stop wasting time and go drink some hot chocolate and cuddle while we watch the Nightmare Before Christmas!”

He looked between you and the door for a few seconds before finally sighing and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, peering down at your adorable pleading face.

“Fine, let’s go. I want to cuddle with my baby anyway.”

He quickly pecked your lips and began dragging you away from the house before you could react to his cringe worthy statement. You could tell he was just as excited to see you in person after such a long time since he wasn’t being as shy as he normally was with physical contact. You two held hands and skipped through the snow covered streets towards your house. It was the perfect moment for you both, especially since the streets were nearly empty of life. It was only you, him, and the amazing scenery of the white snow and the lights shining through the store windows.

Once you finally reached your house, you two immediately changed into some comfy matching pajamas that Jaehyun had bought you when the winter season had started. While Mark went to put in the movie and made a comfy spot for you both on the couch, you made the hot chocolate. Once you were done, you two settled onto the couch and began cuddling. It wasn’t long before you two started dismissing the movie and just had a deep, late night conversation that you hadn’t been able to have for a while. As the long talk began to slow down, you felt your eyes start to droop more and more. You didn’t want to waste the precious time you had with Mark by sleeping it away so early, but he could clearly see your tiredness. He pushed your head further into his shoulder and wrapped the blanket tighter around your body.

“Just sleep baby. I’m fine with it.”

“But-” you began, letting a yawn out.

“Noooo, c’mon, let’s get my little elf to bed!”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, beginning to giggle uncontrollably due to your fatigue. He stood up from the couch and pulled you up with him. He began leading your blanket covered figure to your room as you trudged along silently, ready to feel the warmth and comfort of your bed.

Once you reached the room, you plopped down onto the bed while Mark chuckled at your cuteness. He unraveled you from the blanket so that he could properly tuck you in. After, you sat still in the bed trying not to fall asleep until you felt Mark enter the covers with you. Once he finally got into the bed and made himself comfy, you moved over to his side and rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if he would disappear in the next second. He gazed down at you snuggling into his chest and wrapped his arms around your tired figure and kissed your head, just as he had did earlier in the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He lazily stroked your back as you both drifted off into your winter wonderlands. Right as you finally began to sink into your sleep completely, you felt Mark reach over onto the dresser to pick up something. You were too sleepy to figure out what he was doing and just went into the deep sleep that was calling your name instead.

Once you woke up the next morning, you were not only met with your loving boyfriend attempting to make breakfast for you both. You also had a lot of messages from your friends commenting and screenshotting your snapchat story. You looked at it since you didn’t remember uploading anything. A cute picture of you and Mark cuddling together in your matching pajamas while you slept was definitely something that you knew would be a favorite holiday moment to talk about forever.

I hope you liked this! Idk if the jealousy part was enough but if it isn’t, just let me know! also, i’m gonna try to upload all the rest of my scenarios by christmas (but no promises, I’m sorry :( )

Turn: Washington’s Spies Characters: The Christmas Gift-giving Edition!

Originally posted by kita-procrastinator

(and isn’t this just the most DIVINE GIF, ever?!)

 Ever been curious about what everyone’s favourite characters would be like at choosing/getting/making presents? Ever wanted to know who would be a better bet as a significant other when it comes to gift-giving? Let the friendly Turn Gift-Giving Guide assist you!

Abraham Woodhull: The farmer’s life has taught him some things  - like how to haggle. Mr Woodhall is a dab hand at bargaining and adroit at getting the best out of a business deal.He gets Mary the finer things in life, like silk (or the gift of silver cutlery from an illicit girlfriend on the side, but… somehow I don’t think that was as appreciated as much) You may actually strike lucky, and have something thoughtful and romantic! Unfortunately, his gift for gift-giving depends entirely on how many things Mr Woodhull is trying to do at the time. If it’s a bad year and the spy-workload is mounting you may find yourself with half a field’s worth of rotting cabbage, “best before autumn 1775″. 6/10 when good, 4/10 when bad.

Richard Woodhull: Oh dear. Where even to start with this one? He’ll try to give you what he thinks you need. Which is well-intentioned…mostly. But sometimes his gifts can be rather pointed. A copy of “Blackstone’s Commentaries” once ‘you forget that silly farming business and take up law again like you ought to do,’ or “Designing Minxes: a Guide to spotting Gold-Diggers” isn’t going to cheer up anyone’s stocking, or inspire the most kindly Christmas feelings. Even little Sprout’s gift of ‘my dead perfect sons’ toy soldiers” is a little emotionally charged, and dripping with expectation. Expect glares and tension over this Christmas dinner table.2/10.

Mary Woodhull: At first glance, very proper. Will give out kind, neutral little token gifts; probably something monogrammed with your initials, neat and useful, like a set of pocket handkerchiefs, or a ready-to-hand darning kit in a small, useful box.On second glance, however, there may well be something surprising in there the average housewife doesn’t have -  a discreet bottle of good brandy for the man of the house, or some strong homemade wine that was the scandal of Setauket at last year’s Whitehall garden party.Mrs Woodhull has hidden depths, and a keen eye. 6/10

Ensign Baker: Not a rich man. He’s a poor foundling who gets minimal soldier’s pay, with a slight increment for carrying the flag on parade days. But what he does give you, which is worth infinitely more - is time. He might simply mind a child for you for an afternoon, bouncing them on one knee and playing ‘Ride a Cock Horse’. Or he may just listen to you when your husband or your family doesn’t - and never with an air that he doesn’t care.If he can scrape together enough to get you a small Christmas token, it will be something home-made - a hand-carved figure for your mantelpiece, or a painfully knitted pair of lumpy mittens.Gives more than he’s given. 6/10

Thomas “Sprout” Woodhull: Energetic toddler hugs, or a scribbled drawing in charcoal he made his own self. It may show a rather perplexing scene of ‘Mama fyring her ryfle’, or ‘Daddy’s secret playce’, but heh. Kids these days, eh? Such imagination! 3/10

Anna Strong: Comestibles. Lots of them. Anna knows her stuff; she runs a huge household and thriving inn. She knows an army marches on its stomach. She also knows winter is the time of ‘first the fast, and then the feast’, and occupying army or not, Anna is a practical woman and will make damn sure every household in Setauket is full to the brim with good things to eat and drink. In times of hardship for herself, she can still be genuinely kind and generous to close friends and companions - and has been known to give away silk gowns; old items of luxury from Strong Manor she no longer has any use for - to people who will value and appreciate them.A good friend to have. 8/10

Abigail: A saver, a hoarder of gift ideas, and an all-rounder. Abigail will be contriving a gift for you, no matter how much or how little she has to give.She knows how important clothing is, in presenting yourself to the world - it’s how the world sees you. If she can get you something which is a little bit fine, a little less dreary, she will. She knows the importance of light and colour in the dark times of the year. 6/10

Akinbode: If Akinbode lived in the 21st century, he’d almost certainly be that one guy you dated who urged you to ‘live a little’ and go extreme cave-diving, or stunt-car driving - and would buy you a special weekend offer for them, regardless of whether you actually… wanted to go or not. Gets super-offended if you ask for the receipt, or explain it’s not really your thing. 18th century Akinbode? Well, he’s a proud man. He’ll probably buy you something very expensive and fine in a fit of generosity with the first pay he gets from the Queens’ Rangers - but then ruin it all by talking pointedly about how nice it would be once you’re his wife and he can keep on providing for you like this. He should stop hanging out with that creep of a Major so much. 6/10 for the gift, 2/10 for the expectations that go with it.

Selah Strong: Nothing, he’s too busy either rotting in prison-ships or languishing in Congress. The gift of life, I guess.In that he’s… alive.2/10

Major Edmund Hewlett: A somewhat fussy officer with a lot of money at his disposal, and consequently will throw himself into an agony of prepration to find something you like. When he finally settles (after much mental torment) on a gift, It will be a small but significant thing that feeds the soul. An interesting book he feels you might like to read, or some finely-assorted embroidery silks in just the shade you have run out of - because he has sat for weeks now watching you at your embroidery, and knows to a hair how lovely your hands look as you sit stitching away. Something that touches the heart, in that it shows how much he thinks of you and for you. The only area in which he is a… little lacking is that he can be a little stubborn and strong-willed, and that sometimes the gift he selects for you can be something he’d like very much himself - like a set of fine crystal lens in a black velvet box for his telescope. Or a book on astonomy so he can explain the stars to you. 7/10

Captain (Later Major) John Graves Simcoe: (Jeez, you really want to set Simcoe loose amongst the crowds of frantic, angry Christmas shoppers? Your gift will be that of being a character witness at his multiple homicide trial!)

In all seriousness, the gift would depend on this officer’s frame of mind. Your best case scenario is that the Major leaves it a little late for shopping, and then madly charges into the nearest shop demanding ‘something that will make her love me!’letting the capable shop assistants gently ease his money away from him. You will get a hasty,insane assortment of gifts that are over-blown, bizarre, and more than a little intimidating from the sheer volume of the things. Because it’s ‘what ladies like.’ If you’re unlucky, and Major Simcoe has time to think about his gift, it may well be a handwritten volume of terrible poetry dedicated to yourself. Which he will insist in reading. Aloud. At your dinner party.

But… no matter what the gift, be sure to keep your best look of false enjoyment firmly fixed in place. Not only does this man get super-offended, but he sulks. 6/10 for actual gifts, 3/10 for maturity level

Caleb Brewster: A man who can get you anything, from anywhere! With his smuggling, privateering, and downright piratical contacts, as well as a twinkly-eyed approach to ‘liberating’ goods from the opposite side, Caleb ought to be a high-ranker for this particular one. Unfortunately, the high-value gifts come with a high-risk factor in this gentleman’s trade, so it’s entirely possible Mr Bewster may have got you a diamond necklace - but ‘had ter barter it for passage for marines, y’know?’ Or he was sailing a consignment of salt beef and fine silks downriver, but ‘them pesky Redcoats burnt us out, know what I’m sayin’?’ Better at giving small, well-made gifts that he can work on during the dull times in camp - carved ivory, or wood. And at the end of the day, should his luck be well and truly out on the gift front, he can pull out a penny-whistle and give you a Christmas dance and a kiss by the camp fireside. 7/10

Benjamin Tallmadge: Not at all rich, despite his elevated rank of Major, but Ben is a person who takes his commitments seriously. As a preacher’s son he believes Christmas to be a time of study and reflection as well as merriment, so his gift is likely to be thoughtful, as well as practical - a book, perhaps, picked up from some abandoned half-burned farmstead. Or It may well be just a Christmas letter, written in earnest, about all his fears and hopes for the year to come, his thoughts on the year behind, and all his feelings for you. With his superiors and fellow-soldiers in the army, the gift is much more likely to be a warm Christmas toast - but given with one of those rare sincere “Ben” smiles that light up the darkness of Valley Forge. 8/10

Robert Townsend: The ultimate Christmas troll. Has calmly informed you since at least July that Quakers do not celebrate with gifts and merriment, and that frankly he considers the whole thing distasteful and overbearing, with it’s excess. Allows you to continue in this belief up until five-minutes to midnight after a very dreary Christmas Day, upon which he will produce some fantastic object you have always expressed you wanted. Will smile benignly at your sputtered astonishment/rage/frustration, and then blandly ask what on earth you mean - “Quakers do not celebrate  Christmas with gifts and merriment.” 7/10 for gift, -3/10 for fact you will almost certainly have murdered him afterwards.

General George Washington: Will have already briefly fretted over gifts for friends and family in his spare moments, and written anxiously to Virginia asking for advice. Swift and decisive in the field, the small things in life like Christmas tokens leave him somewhat helpless. Luckily Martha will have calmly made a list and bought in small, thoughtful tokens for his fellow-officers and family months before, - and no-one except close-friends and the rag-tag aides-de-camp know it wasn’t the general who concocted them. The real gift is his calm reassurance and quiet approving smile. 8/10 for George (well,Martha’s) gifts, 10/10 overall

Nathaniel Sackett: You really think Sackett has time to bother with trifling things like Christmas gifts? Here, take this experimental submarine with grenade attachments for enemy frigates and do what you like with it. 7.5/10

Major Robert Rogers: Knowing the ex-commander of the Queen’s Rangers, his gift is probably: Himself, on your hearthrug, with a ribbon-bow placed at a (mercifully) strategic angle on his breeches and a bottle of brandy he cheerfully clubbed a passing soldier in the street for. 2-10 up to 8/10, depending on whether that’s really your thing.

General Charles Lee: A snarky pamphlet commenting bitterly on all your shortcomings over the past year. 0/10, would not recommend.

General Benedict Arnold: The word here is: Overcompensation. His gifts are expensive. Nankeen china, mahogany, a solid gold ormolu clock that plays music when it strikes the hour, silks, you name an item and it’s ridiculously over-priced price-tag, Arnold will procure it - sometimes by ‘diverting’ it away from their rightful owners. He feels people judge him on his humble beginnings, and he is anxious to cover this as much as he can.Fails to realise just how bad it looks when the outraged owners of the goods appear to claim the items back, and will accuse you of ‘not supporting him.’ if you question the legality. 6/10 for eagerness to please, 1/10 for the crushing awkwardness that will ensue 0/10 for arguments afterwards.

Major John Andre: Seriously hard to beat as a gift-giver! Thoughtful, talented, pleasingly rich, but not overbearingly so, Major Andre’s gift to you is sure to be a delight to receive, which may range from an exquisite evening of sophisticated entertainment, music and dancing, followed by some energetic er… gymnastic? exertions in his comfortable bed. To round off the evening,  he will add an elegant personal touch of an accomplished hand-drawn sketch of you. The only drawback is that the Major is exceedingly generous, and to more than one person… 9/10

anonymous asked:

Spock buying you present headcanon

So it kinda went from a hearcanon to a fic.


Vulcan’s are not sentimental creatures, for the most part they believe in gifts that are practical and that have a use. However, Spock grew up watching his father give seemingly useless gifs to his mother. Things such as jewelry, or a trinket, that has no use, but his mother would always be so happy whenever she received one. He assumes that is the same thing that you would want for Christmas, however being aboard a Starship makes it difficult to obtain gifts.

It’s in Yorktown when he sees the perfect gift for you. Even though Christmas isn’t for several months he knows that if he doesn’t get it now, then he might not get a chance later. It’s a music box. One that was made on Vulcan before it’s destruction, he has no idea how it got to be in Yorktown, or how he managed to find it, but he did. He knows that it is the kind of trinket that you would find sentimental value in, it is something that you would enjoy. So he hides it, for moths it sits in his room as he waits fro Christmas.

Finally, the day arrives, he had Jim show him how to wrap a gift, since he had never had to do so before, and he waits until after you shift ends before he gives it to you. You are sitting cross legged on his bed, in nothing but one of his uniform tops and Starfleet regulation underwear when he walks in. Your gift for him is sitting beside you. You quickly jump up, pulling over to the bed and giving him the gift.

“Open it, Spock!”

He quickly does so, curious as to why you are so excited, inside he finds a necklace, attached to the chain is a silver disk. Spock raises on eyebrow at you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Put it on!”

He does, and his eyes immediately widen when it feels like the entire room increases in temperature to something that is comfortable for a Vulcan but would cause a human to overheat. You can’t help but smile at his surprised face

“It’s something Scotty and I put together. It’s kinda like a localized temperature chamber, it changes the atmospheric temperature of any air particles that are coming in direct contact with the wearer. It changes from person to person too. So it matches up with their body temperature and makes them the most comfortable.”

“This is a very thoughtful gift, ashayam”

You can’t help but blush, “Well I know that you are always cold on the Enterprise, and I just want you to be more comfortable”

Spock gives you a small smile, “I am afraid my gift is not nearly as practical as yours”

“Nonsense! I always love your gifts!”

Spock reaches over to his bedside drawer and pulls out the wrapped gift. You are quick to unwrap it, curious as to why Spock if blushing slightly, the tips of his ears a light green.

You gasp when the paper is torn away. It’s beautiful. The box is mainly sliver, with beautiful fissures filled with red sand all along it, they look like lightning strikes.

“Spock, this is …”

“I was made on Vulcan, before it’s destruction. The gaps between the silver are fulled with red sand from the Vulcan desert. When you open the box it plays a traditional Vulcan lullaby, the same one my mother used to sing to me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, this gift was special, this was something from the home that Spock had lost, it brought up memories of his mother, and he had given it to you. You fling your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug, “Thank you. This is something I’ll treasure forever, Spock”

He nods, “Merry Christmas, ashaya”

“Merry Christmas, Spock”