happy holidays
category: g. tomioka x gf!reader
a/n: i said i was gonna write smth for thanksgiving, but I didn't so here I am w smth for the holidays 🤍
song: have yourself a merry little christmas ♪♪♪
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this year, christmas felt like just another thursday. which was kind of disheartening, in a way. you remembered as a little girl, you would whine and beg to open your presents the night before, not wanting to wait for the next day. you'd stay up all night to wait and hear bells on the roof of your home, but ultimately ended up falling asleep.
and the very next morning, there would be double the presents that were under the tree compared to the night before (back when you believed in santa claus). your big eyes would get bigger as you jumped for joy, tearing open the packages to receive toys, sketchbooks and pens, anything that you had said "i want this!" in response to commercials, you would get.
you were older this year, twenty-one, turning twenty-two in a few weeks. you felt wistful, missing the childlike wonder you used to have for the holidays, but it always warmed your heart to see your little nieces and nephews open toys you had bought them for the holidays.
it was christmas morning, and you'd promised your parents earlier in december you would be over at their house later that evening for the family christmas with your siblings and their kids. right now, you lay beside your boyfriend, who was still asleep. lucky him.
you pulled the blanket closer to your chin and curled closer into his chest than you already were, pressing your ear over his chest, hearing the soft thump of his heart, which almost pulled you back under the spell of sleep.
"mmph. 'morning."
he was awake. you'd wished you hadn't woken up, given your favorite moments with him was when the two of you were curled up together under the blankets.
you exhaled out of reluctance. you both were still curled up under the covers, but you knew he'd be getting up soon. so much for sleeping in.
"good morning. sleep well?" you utter softly, not moving your head from his chest just yet, but you turned your head to gaze up at him, your expression showing you were still clearly drowsy and struggling to wake up.
he hummed quietly reaching an arm out for his phone on the bedside table and double-tapping the screen to see that today was the 25th of december—better known, christmas. he grumbled incoherently to himself before rolling over to reach into the drawer.
his movements cause you to grumble to yourself. but as you move follow him, wanting to stay as close as you could for that moment, you heard him mutter something. and of course, you were still to sleepy to tell what he said.
"what?"
you heard him huff before muttering once more, this time more audible. "merry christmas."
a small smile crossed over your features as you looked at him, speaking softly in return. "merry christmas."
"i bought you something."
you heard him say a few moments later, disrupting the comforting silence between the two of you. your eyebrow raised, and you let out a quiet hum.
"you did? well, i have something for you as well."
"hm."
was the only response you got out of him. he was a man of little words, but he showed that he cared about you in other ways. buying you flowers, especially your favorite type exactly down to the color when you guys were talking about flowers.
if you guys were sitting on the couch watching tv, he would drape his arm over your waist and pull you close to him so you were leaning into him more than you were, and would trace small circles on your hip.
just casual, simple acts of affection and spending quality time together. and to be honest? you didn't mind the quiet moments, you liked spending quality time with him and giving each other things to show your affection for each other, rather than gushy words.
as you thought these things, he had a small box in his hand, wrapped in a pale blue paper with your name written in neat, handwriting. it wasn't anything luxurious, but it was simple and straight to the point.
when you realized this was what he had bought you for christmas, your heart fluttered. you rolled over to open the drawer of your own beside table, pulling out a box that was wrapped in the same wrapping paper, his name written in cursive on the top in a small font.
you both exchanged the gifts, the one for him sitting in his lap, and yours held in your hands. this silent exchange of gazes went on for a few moments, before he spoke up.
"open it."
with a gentle nod, you carefully began tearing away the paper that was wrapped over the box. underneath the pale blue wrapping, was a jewelry box. you looked up from the box at him, which he only gave a nod to open the box.
there was a black ribbon on the box, and as you pulled it, the box slid open. your eyes widened at the sight that beholder you.
it was a silver necklace, nothing extravagant, just a necklace with a small diamond in the middle. you look up at him.
"you want me to help you?"
you nod happily, as you gingerly pass the box over. you watched him take the necklace out of the box, and you tipped your head forward.
"it's on. you can look now."
you look back up and grab the small mirror on your beside table, a wide smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, murmuring quietly.
"thank you. i... i love it. a lot."
a rare smile crossed his face, which caused your heart to skip more than just one beat. it was rare to see him have a full smile on his face, even a small one— but none the less, it made your heart soar.
"okay, now open yours." you say, reaching out to rest her hand over his. you saw how his face ever so slightly turned pink. you found it kind of cute after two years, his face still flushes at such simple things, like you resting your hand atop his.
you watch him unwrap the small package, before opening the box, to see a watch; that looked identical to the necklace you'd just received. he blinked a few seconds before looking up at you.
"did you know about your necklace before now?"
you blinked sleepily a few times before noticing the similarities in both gifts—subtly elegant, silver with diamonds. the only difference was one was a necklace, and the other a watch.
"o-oh," you spoke, your voice still ever so slightly scratchy from sleep. "no, i promise i didn't. i didn't get into your drawer."
he looks between the watch in his hands, and the necklace around your neck. after a moment or two, a small smile finds his face again. he takes the watch out of the box and puts it on his left wrist, before clearing his throat.
"they match. kind of cute."
you smile at the simplicity of his words, and you both wrap your arms around each other. after your embrace, you guys notice the time. the bright white numbers showed 10:38 am.
with a shared reluctant sigh, you spoke. "we should probably start getting ready," subtly hinting a reminder they were to be at her parents house for christmas dinner. with your reminder, he rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead before muttering.
"your brother talks too much."
you smiled before simply replying, "mother said dinner starts at 4, so when we get there, you can use your watch to watch the hours tick by. we're only there 'till eight."
he hummed, reaching out for your hands. "hm. you're not wrong."
throughout the rest of the day, your neices and nephews kept showing off their new toys to you two, siblings and inlaws starting never ending conversations, it emotionally drained the both of you by they time you left (45 minutes early)
but despite all of this, itwas clear that he was happy with his new watch, the way he kept looking at it and brushing his fingers ovet the diamonds. and you loved your necklace just as much.
in the end, the two of you had a pretty good day, despite it feeling like just another ordinary thursday.
commentary from your librarian ~~ (authors notes)
basic couple gifts cus i couldn't think of anything else sorry gang
i said holiday writing and i still finish writing two days after..
i hope everyone had a happy holidays !! (and have a happy new year !!)
this is prolly my last writing of 2025, and ik I didnt write a ton this year, but i plan on writing more in 26🤍
©mik0is0bored, 2025. do not translate or copy.
