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I have been thinking about this for a while especially after going through a lot of personal things for the past several months. I think it’s finally time to say I’m officially stepping away from this blog. I can’t say I won’t ever return but the passion isn’t there anymore. I have lost a lot of interest in Rooster Teeth and their affiliates over the past few months and I just can’t bring myself to do it at least not right now.
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Prompt: “I brought you as a date to the Christmas party to make my ex jealous so remind me why we’re in a broom closet making out with abandon.”
Word Count: 986
Requester: @dogsuffrage
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
“Thank you, again, for doing this,” you said for probably the millionth time of the night as soon as everyone was out of earshot.
Shane laughed and your stomach lurched, you chucked it up to the alcohol.
“It’s my pleasure, really,” he reassured you like he did every other time you had thanked him, “You clearly did not want to come alone and I always enjoy free drinks. Besides, it’s fun making someone jealous. I don’t know why he’s jealous of this gangly mess though.”
Shane glanced over at your ex across the room. Your best friend and your ex-boyfriend had only met a few times. You didn’t intend for that but you had broken out into a huge fight every time after the two of them had met. Your ex had insisted every single time the two of you were in love. You had told him he was crazy and the two of you had never been more than friends.
“He hates you’re so tall,” it wasn’t a complete lie, just not the whole truth, “I wasn’t allowed to wear heels since it would make me taller than him. I can wear them around you and you can still tower over me.” You glanced down at your shoes. You had missed your heels.
Shane laughed again, louder this time, “You weren’t allowed to? What is this? 1952?”
That made you crack a smile.
“Oh, so you are enjoying yourself,” Shane teased. You had been pretty down all night. You had been broken up with less than a week ago hence why you asked, no begged, Shane to come with you to pose as your boyfriend. You thought it was going to be a struggle to get him to come but he said almost instantly.
“It’s not been ter-” you stopped as you saw your ex heading towards you. Shane must have seen too because he put an arm around you. Your stomach lurched again. It was so weird it had been doing that lately. Maybe you were getting sick.
“Do you trust me?” Shane whispered in your ear. you gave him a quizzical look. “If you trust me. Just giggle and nod like I said something funny.”
You weren’t sure what he was up to but you did trust him so you did as he said.
As soon as your ex was in front of you Shane dipped his head and caught your lips with his. It caught you off guard but at the same time, it felt way too right. You kissed back greedily. A hand slipping into his hair. You would have continued but suddenly someone was clearing their throat and bringing you back down to Earth.
“Oh, hi,” Shane gave the smuggest look he could to your ex.
Your ex looked from him to you, completely astounded, “So I was right. I always knew the two of you had something going on and I was just your side piece.”
“What?” you were utterly baffled at his accusation. “Wait, is this why you broke up with me?”
“Yeah. I was done playing second fiddle. I saw the looks you gave each other. I knew you weren’t faithful,” he went on.
“Whoa,” this was news to Shane but he didn’t let him phase him for a second, “Y/N is one of the most honest, sweetest person I have ever met and to think she would cheat on you for a second is beyond ridiculous. I was just lucky you were dumb enough to drop someone who would walk to the ends of the Earth for anyone she loves enough and beautiful, smart, funny, and looks great in heels. As soon as you said bye I finally took a chance. Something I’ve been working on years to get the nerve to do. Sorry, buddy but your just a dumbass.”
There was now quite a few eyes on all of you. Both you and your ex were speechless. You had to remind yourself it was just an act Shane was putting on for you, especially with the way your heart was now pounding in your chest.
“Sorry if you think I cheated but it was easy to move on from you to someone as great as Shane,” you boldly said.
That was enough for you though. You didn’t wait for a reply. You turned on your heel and headed out the first door you could. You made it to a closet and slipped in needing to catch your breath and to stop your head from spinning.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. You didn’t say anything but the door still opened. It was Shane.
He gave you a small smile and closed the door behind him. You were practically chest to chest in the small space that was just meant for a few coats or brooms, “I figured this was where you ran off to since the light was coming from under the door.”
You were quiet for a while to Shane pulled you into a hug, you accepted and wrapped your arms around him.
You pulled back after a minute and looked at him carefully, “How much of all that did you mean?”
You saw a hint of a smile as he answered, “All of it. I’ve liked you for years but the timing never seemed right.”
You started breathing heavier as you tried to process this information. Your chest pressing into his. Shane couldn’t help but look down and you felt his fingers, that were resting on your hips now, dig in.
“Consider the timing right,” you told him before grabbing his collar and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. It felt all too right. It felt right as you tangled your fingers in his hair and when he pressed you against the wall and it especially felt right as he began slipping off your dress.
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“Here’s another for you, love of my life,” Arin smiled, piling another present on top of your unopened one you already had.
You laughed and set both presents aside, “I’d say I’m shocked there’s more but I saw the amount of bags you were trying to smuggle past me after you went out shopping. But why don’t you open something?” You looked around and spotted the gift you had been anxious to give him for the past few weeks. “Here.”
He took the gift but he set it aside and passed you another present, “Oh, come on. I can open things later.”
“So can I and I have been all morning. It’s your turn,” you urge. “I think you’ll like it. Well, I hope you will. Come on, open it.”
Arin sighed and eyed the pile of presents next to you. You shoved them a little further away and that was enough to get him to take the present back into his lap and he started tugging at the paper.
You chewed your lip as you watched him slowly open the box. A hand unconsciously slipped to your stomach, though as soon as you realized what you did you dropped your hand not wanting to give him any hints.
You watched as he smiled then laughed as he saw the sweater you had gotten him, “Oh, this is good.”
“It is?” you asked hope, swelling in your chest.
“Oh, yeah,” he snorted and held the “#1 Dad” sweater up. He even took a minute to put it on. You were beaming at this point. “Dan is going to get a kick out of this. I’m so wearing this on the next power hour.”
Your smile fell a little as you could tell he thought his gift was a joke. Luckily, you had planned for this. You took the top box of the stack Arin had given you and you opened it. Arin gave a curious look as he realized the gift wasn’t something he bought. It was something you had asked one of your close friends to make because you knew your husband all too well.
You slipped the shirt on and gave Arin a big grin.
“Proof I had sex with Arin Hanson,” he cocked his head a little as his eyes trailed to the arrows pointing at your stomach.
“It gets funnier with time,” you casually mentioned.
A light seemed to go off as he looked from the shirt to the sweater he had on and back. “Is it going to be funnier because you’re going to have a baby bump?” he asked in an excited rush.
You nodded as you started to tear up slightly, “We made a baby, baby.”
Arin shoved presents out of the way so he could tackle you into a hug. You giggled as he kissed all over your face before moving down to your stomach.
“Hey, little one,” he started as he rested his head on your stomach, “It’s your daddy. I just found out you existed and I already love you.”
Prompt: “We can put our lifelong feud on hold since the power is out at your place and it’s freezing and I have the best hot chocolate on the block.”
Word Count: 543
Requester: Anonymous
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
You rubbed your hands together trying to stay warm as you paced back and forth in your living room. You had heard moving around was better than just sitting when it came to staying warm.
Of course, the power had to go on literally the coldest day of the year so far and at night too. Your apartment was cheap and wasn’t very insulated so the cold set in quick. You were also cheap and didn’t have the heater turned up very high, which now you were cursing yourself for. You were going to blast that thing as soon as the electric company did their job, damned be your bill.
There was a pounding from the floor and you knew it was your downstairs neighbor. You stomped on the floor back.
“I’m not trying to keep you up! I’m just fucking freezing!” you shouted at the floor. “Turn the heat on and I’ll stop!”
There was one more bang on the floor and you rolled your eyes. You thought about putting on some heels and stomping around your apartment. A shiver down your spine stopped you from heading to your closet though and instead you went down the hall to see if you could find another blanket.
A few minutes later there was a knock at your door. You sighed and dug yourself out of the pile of junk you had waded yourself into.
“Coming!” you shouted.
You wish you would have looked before you answered because as soon as the door swung open you frowned.
“What do you want?” you asked without even trying to hide your disdain for your downstairs neighbor.
He chuckled and held up a large thermos, “Heard you said you were cold and I have the best hot chocolate.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “What game are you playing at, Flanagan.”
He gave you another smile and when you didn’t return it, realization dawned on him, “Oh, wait. You don’t think I actually hate you do you?”
“Uh yeah,” you crossed your arms and gave him a confused look, “The banging on the floor, the glares across the complex at me, the claiming I steal your parking spot, which the spots are assigned anyway so I don’t get that.”
“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! I guess I should have actually introduced myself at some point and made sure you knew I was joking. I thought you were in on it. You’re just so pretty and I always get tongue-tied actually talking to you and look at me now, babbling,” he rambled.
You tried to hide your blush as you slowly uncrossed your arms, “Hot chocolate, huh?”
You stepped aside and Josh strolled in with a big smile. You tried not to think about how cute it was.
“You know to really warm up, body heat is the best way,” he commented, taking a seat on your coach.
You let out a loud laugh, “Don’t push it.”
A few hours later though, you were all snuggled up under a blanket together.
“Wait, a minute, how did you make hot chocolate with the power out?” you questioned.
“Never said I made it. The gas station on the corner still has power,” he gave you a cheeky smile.
You leaned back over to the pile of presents to pass more out when you spied something in the tree.
“Mom, what is this?” you asked pulling out the ornament that had been caught up in the branches of the tree.
“Oh! Good! You found it!” your mom cheered rushing over to steal the ornament out of your hands. You rushed off into the other room to grab something, making you laugh.
“Oh you found the pickle!” your boyfriend cheered.
You shot him a confused look, “Why are you acting like this is normal? This is not normal.”
Andrew chuckled, “It’s totally normal. It’s the Christmas pickle.”
“You can’t just say it’s the Christmas pickle and pretend that’s a usual thing to say,” you pointed out.
“I can and I will. Don’t brine about it, babe,” Andrew gave you a cheesy smile.
You punched his shoulder in a playful manner, “Okay explain to me what a Christmas pickle is and why it was on the tree.”
“Well, it was there because your mom asked what kind of holiday traditions we have in the Ilnyckyj household. She said something about since we’re all family now she wanted to make sure she included some of the things we did,” Andrew explained.
You leaned into him a little before kissing him softly, “She must really like you. She’s never done that for any of my other boyfriends. She made a good choice though. You are a keeper. Even if we have a Christmas pickle tradition now.”
Andrew smiled down at you and kissed your forehead, “It’s a sign of good fortune for the new year. Whoever finds the Christmas pickle will have good luck in the next year.”
You paused for a moment to think before you nodded, “I like that. Weird but charming. Much like you.”
Andrew laughed, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should because I like weird and charming. In fact, I love it,” you gave him a cheeky smile.
Prompt: “Someone totally spiked the eggnog but I didn’t notice until I was about four glasses too deep.”
Word Count: 1,232
Requester: @luvsyk
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
You smiled as you finally spotted Stan in the crowd of your coworkers. Barbara looked in the same direction you had before turning back with a big grin, “Tonight could be the night. Christmas is a magical time.”
Your smile faltered for a second before you turned back to her, “What?”
“You and Stan. And don’t even deny it. The two of you have been making heart eyes at each other for the past two years,” she took a sip of her drink as she raised her eyebrows at you.
“Correction. I have been making ‘heart eyes’ at him for the past two years and I’m just lucky Stan is oblivious to it. We don’t need to make our work lives awkward with my silly little crush on him,” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but glance at him again. He was standing off to side by himself, swaying a little to the music.
“Trust me. It’s not one-sided. Now go!” she pushed you in the direction of Stan.
You took a deep breath. You were allowed to talk to your friend, you reminded yourself as made your way over to Stan.
“Stan!” you called over the music to get his attention.
He looked around at the sound of his name. As soon as his eyes landed on you his smile grew and nearly made you melt on the spot.
He called your name back and set his drink down so he could give you a big hug. You laughed at the unexpected gesture but wrapped your arms around him in return.
As you took a step back he swayed a little. You thought he was dancing to the music until he spoke up, “I have been looking for you everywhere!” By the slurred speech you could tell Stan was pretty drunk.
You looked over at his glass to see what he had been drinking and instantly felt guilty, “Um, Stan, how much eggnog have you had?”
“Only a few cups. Don’t worry there is plenty left,” he gave you such an innocent smile.
You bit your lip before confessing, “Me and Barb spiked the eggnog earlier. I hate to break it to you but I think you’re drunk.”
“What?!” he looked so genuinely shocked you had to bit back your laughter. “Oh no. What are we going to do?”
The way he was looking at you for help was making you melt. You came close and wrapped an arm around him, “We are going to go back to my car and I’m going to take you home. You got your keys?”
Stan pat his pocket and they gave a little jingle. You nodded and took him out to the car. As he got in you texted a few of your friends you were leaving for the night and you texted Barbara you were taking Stan home. She sent back a comment about using protection and you chose to ignore it.
Stan was pretty quiet on the ride to his apartment, only him humming along to the songs on the radio. He even hummed if even if he didn’t know the song, making up his own tune.
When you got him up to his apartment he turned to you and frowned, “I don’t want to be alone.”
You looked back out to your car in the parking lot then to his pout and sighed, “Come on.” The smile he gave you made it all the worthwhile.
You took off your heels and tossed them by his front door.
“I like it when you don’t wear heels,” he commented.
“Oh, really?” you smirked as you tossed your bag next to your shoes.
He nodded, “I like being taller than you. Plus smaller you is much cuter” That made you blush. “Also, you told me you are much more comfortable in sneakers and I like it when you’re comfortable.”
That made your heart skip a beat.
“Speaking of which,” you jumped in, “Do you have something I can borrow for the night. I like my party dress but it doesn’t make great PJs.”
Stan stumbled towards his bedroom, flicking on lights as he went.
When he came back he handed you a set of pajamas, “You know this isn’t how I thought the first time you spending the night would go.”
“You’ve thought about me spending the night?” you asked, trying to keep calm but your heart was racing.
Stan’s eyes went wide as he realized what he had said as out loud. He started stuttering and blush.
You grabbed his hand to calm him and you don’t know how you got the courage to say it, maybe it was the fact he might not remember any of this in the morning, “It’s not how I imagined this going either.” You paused to gauge his reaction but when he didn’t say anything you dropped his hand and turned around, “Mind helping with the zipper?”
Stan didn’t hesitate to help with the zipper. You gave him a soft thank you before heading to his bathroom to change. You had been at his place plenty of times but you never spent the night.
After you were ready for bed you found Stan in his bed half asleep. You smiled as you stood at the doorframe, “If you need me I’ll be on the couch.”
“No. I’ll take the couch,” Stan started to sit up.
You walked over so you could push him back towards the bed, “No. Stay. Trust me a hangover and the couch first thing in the morning is not good.”
“It’s not the gentlemanly thing to do,” he frowned.
You looked over at his bed, “You know what…” You rounded to the other side and flopped onto the bed, “Look at that big enough for the both of us. Now go to sleep.”
Stan sighed and turned off his light. You both snuggled in, keeping a safe distance.
You were almost out when Stan said your name so softly you almost thought it was a dream until he whispered it one more time.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“I probably won’t ever be brave enough to say this again and I might not remember this in the morning but I like you. Like really like you. Maybe even love you,” he confessed.
Your heart was pounding so loud that you were sure he could hear it but it was obvious he didn’t as he called your name again.
“Yeah. I- The feeling is mutual,” you told him softly, reaching out and find his hand to hold.
He squeezed your hand though shortly after that he started to snore. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his hair.
It took you a lot longer to fall asleep as your head with filled with thoughts of what the next morning would bring. Sleep overtook you eventually.
When you did awake the next morning, you rolled over to see Stan watching you with a sheepish smile, “Sorry. I just- I really could get used to that. Oh, wait. Um, I was supposed to ask if last night was a dream before saying things like that.”
You laughed softly, “I hope last night wasn’t a dream otherwise you can’t say things like that and I can’t do things like this.”
You leaned in and gave Stan a kiss which he was more than eager to return.
Prompt: “Uh oh. I think I used salt instead of sugar in the cookies.”
Word Count: 553
Requester: Anonymous
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
You looked down at the plate of cookies in front of you, biting your lip as you smiled. They were all pretty badly decorated but one of the Santas caught your eye so you picked it up.
“Oh god. I can’t watch,” Miles turned away from you.
You were so thankful he did too because as soon as you bit down into his homemade cookie you could tell something was off instantly and had a minute to recover from the shocking taste before Miles turned around.
“So?” his face was so hopeful and sweet you couldn’t bear to break the news to him.
“I can honestly say, never tasted anything quite like that,” you told him.
“Oh, really?!” he ran from behind his desk to pick you up and spin you around. “I was so worried after I burned the first batch.”
As he set you down, you felt your heart leap as you practically were nose to nose with him. It would have been so easy to lean in and just kiss him. Like with all your fantasies of Miles, you ignored your thoughts and took a step back.
“One for the road,” you told him taking another cookie before walking out of his office.
You weren’t sure what to do with the cookies since you felt bad throwing them away but you certainly couldn’t eat them. Instead, you wrapped them in a napkin you had found at your own desk and stowed them away in a drawer.
The next day Miles came over to your desk, a big smile on his face and what seemed to be a large cookie tin. You were excited to see him but you weren’t thrilled at the idea of tasting any more of his treats.
“So, I know how much you liked my cookies from yesterday so I figured you’d really love this batch. I tried something new,” Miles opened the in and held it out to you.
You were hesitant but that sweet smile of his got you as always so you reached out and took one of the baked goods. Miles watched you carefully as you bit in.
You were nervous for a repeat of yesterday but when you bit in you were instantly reminded of your mom’s own Christmas cookies, “Oh my god, Miles! These are amazing!”
“Better than the ones I made yesterday?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Oh my god yes. What did you do?” you questioned, reaching for another.
“I used sugar instead of salt,” Miles explained with a knowing smile.
That caught you off guard but soon you were laughing. Your laugh made Miles’ smile grow.
You opened your drawer and took out the cookies from yesterday, “So I guess I can throw these away?”
Miles burst out into laughter, “Yes. Please don’t subject yourself to any more of that.”
When his laughter died down and you had tossed the cookies out he leaned in close, “One more thing.”
Before you could ask what he closed the space between the two of you and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was soft and he lingered.
He pulled back, “That was for being so sweet. This one is because I like you.”
With that Miles leaned in again and you were more than too happy to return the kiss.
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“Oh my god. What the hell did you do?” James asked as the guys walked in the next morning, just as you were finishing decorating.
“Yeah. It looks like Santa threw up here,” Aleks commented.
“Rude,” you pretended to frown before throwing some garland at him. “You guys said to make it look tacky. I was just doing as I was asked.”
“I meant Santa threw up, like in a good way,” Aleks tried to save himself. You just shook your head at him.
You walked over to take the decoration you had threw at him back since you still needed it in when you heard James making an ‘ooo’ noise.
“What?” Aleks looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.
James simply pointed up, “Looks like some mistletoe was hung as well.”
The two of you looked up, “Oh, fuck. I forgot about that. Oh, well. Bad luck not to kiss under it.”
Before Aleks could say anything you pulled him into a quick, yet still a bit steamy, kiss.
You pulled away, smirking as Aleks followed a little, obviously not wanting the kiss to end.
“Can’t wait for you to find the other places I hung mistletoe,” you said, giving him one more look before heading back to the desk you had been working on.
Your smirk only grew as you heard James softly say, “Dude.” And what you were assuming as Aleks punching his shoulder.
Jeremy snorted as you walked into the office for the day, “How many Christmas sweaters do you own?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to one day find out. But seriously I totally thought of you when I bought this one,” you smiled doing a little spin to show off your cat holiday sweater.
Jeremy’s smile seemed to brighten a little more, “Best one yet. And actually, you’ve managed to inspire me.” Jeremy pulled out a balled up sweater from his backpack before dawning it.
You laughed at the t-rex with a Santa hat on the front and gave Jeremy a sweet smile that almost seemed to make him melt, “I love it.”
Prompt: “You wrapped yourself as a present for a joke but honestly you’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
Word Count: 521
Requester: Anonymous
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
“Hey, Babe! Can you come here!”
You sighed setting down the dish you finished scrubbing on the drying rack. You were sure whatever Trevor was calling you for was complete nonsense but you still smiled as you called back, “Coming!”
You walked out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom where you could already here crinkling of paper and your boyfriend’s giggle.
You burst out laughing as soon as you saw him. He was covered head to toe in wrapping paper, complete with the bow on top of his head.
“How did you even manage to do this?” You asked, crouching down beside him.
Luckily, he was smart enough not to wrap his face, “A little skill and a lot of rolling around in tape.”
“You’re such a dork,” you kneeled down beside him before leaning down to kiss him. You laughed against his lips as you heard the wrapping paper rip so he could free his arms and wrap them around you. He pulled you down so you were chest to chest. You spent a good few minutes on the floor making out. Both of you giggling any time the paper crinkled.
You had most of the paper off by the time the two of you were done. You were about to start working on his shirt when the timer for the oven went off.
“Leave it,” Trevor mumbled, his and sliding up your shirt.
You groaned, “As much as I would love that, I really don’t want the firefighters who would come try to save the kitchen walking in on me naked.”
“I don’t mind as long as I’m naked too,” Trevor have you a cheeky grin and you slapped him playfully.
“Ow,” he laughed rubbing his shoulder as you got off of him.
You rushed to the kitchen to pull the dinner out of the oven.
As soon as it was safe and cooling, Trevor rushed in and scooped you up so he could set you on the counter and he could kiss you. You laughed and returned the kiss, “Okay but only until dinner is cooled off. I worked hard on it.”
“Deal,” Trevor mumbled against your lips.
You pulled back for a minute and held Trevor’s face in your hands.
“What?” he chuckled as you admired him.
“Just,” you let out a happy sigh, “I’m so lucky.”
Trevor’s smile grew, “I’m the lucky one. You’re the one that said yes when I asked you out.”
“I was lucky you asked me out,” you grinned, trying to one up him.
“I was lucky when you said yes again,” Trevor gave you a sly look.
“Yes again? Yes to what?” you gave him a confused look.
Trevor let go of you for a second to rifle through his pocket, “I was going to wait until Christmas but right now seems like the perfect time.” You watched curiously as Trevor finally pulled something out of his pocket. He opened the box and you gasped upon seeing the ring.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Of course!” you shouted, tackling him in a hug, nearly falling off the counter in the process.
Who are some of your favorite people to write for?
Two of my absolute favorites to write for is Jordan and Stan. They have great personalities and I don’t get to write them often so I always jump at the chance. Some other fun ones are Chris, Dan, Tyler, and Burnie. I also love writing AH especially Alfredo and Geoff. And don’t even get me started on any of the Fakes.
I’m also already really enjoying writing for Shane from Buzzfeed.
Oh and David from Camp Camp is always a joy because he’s just a ball of sunshine.
Prompt: “I’m not the Grinch. I just think decorating my office is dumb and Christmas music sucks.”
Word Count: 551
Requester: Anonymous
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
You glared at the cute office scene in front of you. Michael and Lindsay were pointing out how cute Jeremy and another one of your coworkers were as they decorated the tree. Ryan was trying to untangle Alfredo from a strand of lights he got caught in. Geoff was at his desk but still bopping his head to the Christmas songs that blasted through the speakers. Gavin and Trevor were filming everyone.
“And here we have the office grinch,” Trevor chuckled pointing the camera towards you.
You really frowned at that. You weren’t a grinch. Your chest started to feel tight as he continued to point the camera at you. “Fuck off,” you did your best not to let your voice crack but it was still there as you shove Trevor out of the way.
Before everyone’s attention was on you, you rushed out of the office and out to the parking lot to catch your breath.
You shivered as the cold air hit you but you sucked in a deep breath, feeling the pressure leave you.
A minute later you heard the door open and close, “Trevor, I really don’t want-“
“Not Trevor,” a warm voice said.
You turned to see Geoff standing there, hands in his pockets and looking concerned.
Looking away you sighed, “I’m fine. It was just all a bit much.”
Geoff shrugged off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders as he watched you shiver again. You instantly warmed as calmed as the smell of Geoff washed over you.
“Christmas is always tough after losing a loved one. The holidays are meant to be about spending time with loved ones so it can remind you how much you miss them,” Geoff pointed out, smartly. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. You were so thankful to have someone so kind and caring in your life.
You leaned against his shoulder, “It gets easier right?”
“It’s more you learn to manage it but you always have me and the rest of them in there. That tends to help,” he added.
You lifted your head and brought your lips to Geoff’s, “Why are you so good to me?”
“Because I know how lucky I am to have you,” he gave you a crooked smile. “Now how about we play hooky for the rest of the day and you and I can do the lowkey Christmas thing with pizza and sweatpants and hot chocolate.”
“And cuddling?” you gave him a hopeful look.
“All the cuddling you could ever want. You’re going to be so sick of me by the time we’re done cuddling,” he teased.
“Impossible,” you told him before leaning up for another kiss, which Geoff was very happy to return.
“Now come on,” he tugged you softly towards his car.
You let Geoff lead the way, keeping you warm as he did so. Right before you got in the car, you saw Geoff send a quick text to everyone to leave your desk alone and to tone down the Christmas music.
Geoff saw you staring at him as you got into the car. “What?” he asked with a smile.
You shook your head, “I just love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he leaned in for one more kiss before buckling up.
Prompt: “I’m too short to get the star on the top of the tree and oh my, you’re lifting me up.”
Word Count: 662
Requester: @whysamwhy123
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
You gave Jeremy a shy smile as you both came up to the Achievement Hunter Christmas tree to hang ornaments. Jeremy waggled his eyebrows at you and held up a Garbo decoration a fan had sent in.
You giggled, “Why am I not surprised?” You leaned in a little closer, “That’s actually really well made.”
“A popular choice for fan made ornaments but this is one of the nicer ones. Hey, did you see yours yet?” Jeremy asked placing the decor on the tree and turning back to his pile.
“My what?” He gave him a confused look as you placed your ornament.
Jeremy shuffled around in the pile beside him before turning and handing you a small ornament. It took you a moment to see what it was but you gasped as you realized it was your GTA character that you occasionally played in videos. It wasn’t the best made piece ever sent in but it was the first one you had gotten of your character. You hugged the ornament to your chest.
“Can I see yours?” you asked.
Jeremy smiled knowingly, “I don’t have one. None of us do, at least not by that fan. The card is really sweet too.” Jeremy passed over a handmade Christmas card.
You took it carefully, reading over the kind words of a fan who mentioned how much they loved seeing you on camera and would love to see you more. You tucked the card away and made a mental note to write back. You hung your ornament up and stepped back looking at the finished tree.
“All it needs is the star,” Michael smirked, nodding at your handy work. You held out your hand but Michael shook his head, “No. This honor is all Jeremy’s.” He passed the tree topper over.
Jeremy just shrugged and went to reach for a chair. That was until Gavin pulled out his phone and challenged him, “Bet you can’t get it on top without climbing on anything.
“Oh. Ho. You’re on,” Jeremy smirked and instantly tried throwing the star at the top of the tree.
After a few attempts, Jeremy started making a jump for it, though all that he managed to do was knock a good amount of ornaments off and bend the star. He started looking for something he could shoot the star to the top of the tree when you decided enough was enough.
You grabbed Jeremy and lifted him to the tree, him shouting the entire time. You knew he didn’t like being picked up but for the camera, he could deal.
“Oh, shut up and just put the star on. You’re heavy,” you told him. You were so thankful for Lindsay pushing you to go to the gym because that man was a lot of muscle packed into a small body.
The room busted up laughing as Jeremy grumbled, “There it’s on.”
“Oh thank you,” you sighed and took a step back to let Jeremy down but your foot landed on one of the baubles he had knocked down earlier. You slipped and both of you went tumbling to the ground.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Jeremy asked as he tried to scramble off of you but basically ended up straddled over you.
You smiled and laughed a little, “Actually pretty good.”
Jeremy chuckled and got off of you, “Come on. Let’s get you up.” He held out his hand. You sat up and took his hand but he pulled you up a little too hard and the two of you came chest to chest. His hands coming around your waist to steady you. You started to lean in and so did he until a loud whooping caused the two of you to jump apart and remember you weren’t the only ones in the room.
“Oh smooth, Gavin,” Michael tossed a pillow at him, “They were finally going to kiss!”
The two of you looked away from each other, blushing madly.
Prompt: “You are the worst gift wrapper I have ever seen. Here. Let me help you.”
Word Count: 607
Holiday Flash Fic Prompts Here!
“Oh, Zach,” you gave him a sympathetic face as you watched him struggle with the tape and wrapping paper at his desk. The gift he was wrapping was already in a box making the struggle even more pathetic but in a way cute.
He frowned harder but didn’t reply as he added more tape to his mess.
“Okay. That’s it,” you took the gift out his hands. “I’m coming over tonight and helping wrap your presents.”
“How do you know I need help with all my gifts?” he reached back for the gift but you kept it out of reach and slowly unwrapped it.
“This is so an attack on Hanukkah,” he joked as you took the paper and tape from him.
You took pride in your wrapping so you quickly, you could actually teach him to wrap later that night, and carefully rewrapped his present. You even added a ribbon before handing it back.
Zach looked impressed for a moment then dropped the smile, “Show off.”
“Jealous,” you teased him, pushing him. “I’ll see you later tonight. Your place. There better be ribbon.
Teaching Zach to wrap was much more difficult than you expected. He had set out all the tools to make his gifts look beautiful and he watched you carefully but there hadn’t been much improvement.
He threw down his most recent gift, a nice jacket he had picked out for Eugene. Zach may not have been able to wrap his gifts but he had great taste.
“I’m going to make some cocoa. Since we're almost done and I’m basically next to useless,” he sighed standing up.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” you reached over and squeezed his thigh before he stood. “You are ten times better than when we started.”
That made Zach laugh, “That’s not much but I’ll take it thanks.”
You finished the gift you were working on and something caught your eye, “Hey we almost missed one!”
“Huh?” Zach called back from his kitchen as you spotted a present that was half shoved behind his couch. You would have completely missed it except for you were sitting on the floor.
“This little gift that it looks like you shoved under the couch!” you shouted back as you unwrapped it. The box was tiny and you knew it was none of your business but still, you opened the lid and gasped as the gorgeous locket inside.
“No! No! That one’s for- That one doesn’t need-” Zach came sliding back into the living room.
You bit your lip trying not to feel jealous of whoever the gift was for. “She’s a lucky girl,” you were trying your damnedest to not let your voice waver, years of pent-up feelings did not need to come out tonight.
“More like, I’m the lucky guy if she says yes. I was going to try and get the nerve to finally ask her out after years of wanting to. Figured the gift might sweeten the deal,” Zach admitted, watching you carefully.
“Years?” you felt a little betrayed now. Zach never said anything about a girl, at least not about one he had been pining over for so long. He didn’t say anything so you picked up the mess of wrapping paper that had been on the box and found the name tag on it. A smile spread across your face as you saw your own name.
“So?” Zach looked nervous and hopeful.
“Yes! Of course!” you scrambled off the floor and ran over to him, talking him with a hug. Zach stumbled back a little but caught himself before tightening his own arms around you.
You were curled up on the couch with a blanket as Gavin cleaned the dishes. You had been cooking all day for Christmas dinner so he told you it was only fair that he cleaned.
Your family and friends were gone for the evening so now it was just the two of you. You heard the sink turn off and you sat up straighter to make room for your boyfriend but then you heard the microwave startup. You gave a confused look towards the kitchen but quickly turned back to the tv.
Finally, you felt Gavin sit next to you but instead of him curling up with you he was passing you a warm food of plate, “Here you go, darling. You barely ate at dinner and you, of all people, should not miss out on your wonderful cooking.”
You bit your lip, practically drooling as you smelled the food, “I just didn’t want to seem like a pig in front of everyone.”
“Hey, binge eating at Christmas is totally justified! Though it’s okay if it’s just us too. Eat away, my love,” Gavin moved in to press a kiss to your forehead.
You gave him a soft, thankful smile before digging in.
