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Day 3- Fratboy!Mark and handmade gifts
(cw: f!reader, reader is referred to as "love/lover")
dividers from cafekitsune
a/n: thank you to the anon who recommended this in the poll!
There were few college stereotypes that you felt applied to you. You didn't sleep through classes, you didn't procrastinate until the last second all the time, and you didn't party every weekend despite your boyfriend, Mark, being a frat bro. But... you did grow to be the tiniest bit dependent on coffee, you did often go to class in sweats and, worst of all, you were bordering on broke.
It happened to work out that your boyfriend, was in the same boat. What better way to celebrate the giving season than making gifts for each other rather than buying gifts? At least, that's what you and Mark had decided anyway.
So you spent weeks researching good gifts, picking up skills you didn't think you'd ever need, and creating gifts for your boyfriend. There had been an unprecedented amount of hot glue strings, thread, and felt in your room since you started crafting. For weeks, you smelled like glue, but it was worth it. The gifts you had made, turned out to be so cute, totally Pinterest worthy.
You and Mark had both come back home together, bags stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes that needed to be cleaned. Days were spent catching up with family and nights spent with each other, enjoying the stress-free environment of being home. Well, stress-free in that there were no deadlines and no homework, but man, you forgot how annoying your family could be sometimes.
Tonight was the annual, Lee Christmas Eve party. It was a get together Mark and his family hosted every year since they moved into the house. You and Mark had spent many parties in his room together as kids playing with toys and making out once you started dating in high school.
Tonight, the tradition had yet to change. While the real adults mangled downstairs and kids ran around the house, you and Mark were in his room. Without and prompting you and Mark pulled out your gifts at the same time, you from behind your back and his from beneath his bed.
"Merry Christmas, Lover girl," he smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Markie," you reply with a smile of your own.
He exhales, "So... I want to preface this gift exchange by saying that I am not a crafty person, but I tried my best."
"It's the thought that counts, Babe. I'm not a professional either," you reply sliding the bag he plopped onto his bed toward yourself.
"Okay then, I'm feeling better now," he sighs with a relieved smile, "open one of mine."
You smile at him and begin to pull the wrapped packages from the bag. You can easily spot the ones Mark wrapped himself and the ones his mom wrapped. You smile as you pick up the smallest of the bunch, wrapped a little sloppy, but nonetheless cute, "let's start with this one."
You pull off the wrapping paper and pull the lid off the small box to reveal a felt wallet. You coo, holding the card wallet between your fingers as you admire the colors and the handiwork, "I love it!"
Mark blushes bashfully as he ducks his head down to pick one of your gifts. He picks up a small box, even smaller than the one you'd just picked up and shakes it, raising his brows as he hears something rattle. You shrug playfully, biting back an excited smile as he pulls the top off the box.
"This is sick! Oh my gosh, Love. This is— woah!" Mark exclaims as he pulls out every custom guitar pick with gentle touch. Some have pictures of you, pictures of the both of you, logos of his favorite bands, and even some of his favorite quotes.
"I thought we had a price limit, how did you get all these picks and still have enough to make me more gifts?" He asks as he places the small box aside.
"I didn't buy those," you shrug, "I went to the music building after the guitar 1 classes and picked up every pick that was left on the floor. It was free beside the color printing from the library."
By the end of the party Mark has a new handful of guitar picks, a hand sewn case for his glasses with 'I love you embroidered' on the inner flap in your handwriting, a felt Polaroid frame ornament for the Christmas tree downstairs, and a calendar for the new year with a different collage of his interests and even you guys for each month.
You end the night with a new wallet, a cute picture frame for your first ever photo booth strip taken together, a journal covered in cute stickers and pictures of things you like, and another empty frame but decorated with jewels and glitter.
You bump Mark's shoulder with your own, "I didn't know you were this crafty, you're just good at everything, aren't you, Babe?"
"The girls helped me out a little when they came by the house," he replies, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I'm still glad you liked the gifts though."
You hug him tightly, smiling up at him, "I more than liked them, I loved them."
"I'm glad," he smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "text me when you guys get to your aunt's tomorrow, alright?"
You smack a quick kiss against his lips, "of course, see you tomorrow evening. Love you, Markie. Save me some of your grandma's cookies."
"You got it. Love you, Lover," he responds, waving goodbye as your car pulls out of the driveway. This might have just been his favorite Christmas with you yet,
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