SO CUTE i never seen this cushion charm yet!

out of curiosity i googled the original set,,, they look adorable

Thank you so much for my @holidayharbinger gift from @hazelestelle !!! Sorry for the delay posting about it I got demolished by my job (damn staff shortages 😫) so it slipped my mind

Absolutely amazing gifts and generosity from them, all the way from the Netherlands!

I love them all very much!! Thank you heaps!!! There was also some snacks and tea which I can't wait to try ❤️💕❤️

Merry Christmas, @hazelestelle!

Happiest of Holidays and I hope you enjoy the Sterek-y goodness I have prepared for you!! <3

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A Sparking Suprise

Stiles has spent the past five years preparing to meet the Alpha Heir, Derek Hale. Stiles is to be the next emissary. First, he shakes Talia’s hand, baring his throat only slightly in acknowledgment of her authority. When he shakes Derek’s hand, he gets stuck as a warm shock radiates through them. "Well, this is awkward. Uh heh." 

Derek stares slack jawed with red tipped ears. 

"So, uh hi. Yeah. I’m um Stiles. Well actually my name is Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski but as much as I adore my Babcia my name is torture to put others through. So, Stiles works. And wow huh. I guess..." he shakes Derek’s hand awkwardly. "...guess we're stuck but like that's okay dude. I'll uh keep you company. I mean not like you need me to but like I can talk for the both of us." 

you are the only one

Carlos starts absentmindedly flipping through one of the binders of his work that TK has on the front counter. It’s interesting to see the different types of style his various clients have and TK’s talent is so evident no matter the art. A lot of tattoos are soulmate-related, whether it be the person’s name, a date, or some other identifying mark that links the two together. Carlos wistfully hopes one day that he’ll get to do the same with his soulmate. 

“Do you have one?” TK asks. 

He shakes his head, eyes drifting back to the pages before answering. “Not yet. I want to get one eventually, I’m just not sure of what.” He flips through a couple more pages hoping an answer will jump out at him. “You’re really talented,” he blurts out.

“C’mon,” Carlos mutters to himself, stretching as far as he can on the ladder to hook the string of Christmas lights on his storefront. It’s just barely out of reach and he really doesn’t want to get down, move the ladder, and come back up one more time. He goes onto his tiptoes and is finally able to place the lights into the little clip.

Unfortunately, the force of his reach causes the two strings just to his left to become unplugged from each other, the former string dangling towards the ground, just out of his reach. He tilts his head back, letting out a frustrating sigh. He thought he could quickly get this done before his shop opens but that’s proving to be an impossible task. 

“Need a hand?”

Carlos opens his eyes, looking down to see TK standing there with an amused grin. 

Continue on ao3

sorry for the delay, internship interviews are kicking my ass agsjfksh

Winter Prompts!

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For the most part, Arthur loved working point. He loved details and research and answering questions most people wouldn't even think to ask, and that made him well-suited to the position. He didn't mind the hours spent in front of a computer or pouring over notes- in fact he quite enjoyed them. Stakeouts, though, were one of the few aspects of his job that he found far less enjoyable and even downright unpleasant at times. He knew they were a necessary evil but that didn't mean he liked them, and this particular stakeout was no different. It was necessary, but it was also late and cold, and Arthur was thoroughly over the whole experience.

And it didn't help that he had to put up with company.

He sighed as Eames shifted in the passenger's seat for what felt like the thousandth time that hour. "Remind me again why you're here?"

"Because I'm forging the mark's mistress and it'll be helpful for me to see when and how she arrives." Eames shifted again, frowning. "I don't know how you do these, darling. I feel like I'm going to go bloody insane if I'm stuck in this car much longer."

"Yes, well I don't usually have to deal with anyone else."

Eames huffed. "I'm an absolute delight, love, and you know it."

Arthur rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the house across the street from where they were parked. As tedious as it was, he was here for work- there was no use in getting distracted. A moment later, though, his stomach growled loudly in the otherwise quiet car.

"A bit hungry?"

Arthur could picture Eames' amused expression without even looking. "Shut up."

Eames chuckled and Arthur heard him digging through a plastic bag. "Lucky for you, I brought snacks."

Arthur turned, sighing when he saw what Eames was holding out towards him. "A candy cane? Seriously?"

Eames grinned at him. "Come on, darling, it's December! Get into the holiday spirit!"

Arthur leveled an unamused look at him. "I'm Jewish."

"Doesn't change the fact that peppermint is one of your favourite flavours." Eames raised an eyebrow. "Do you want it or not?"

Arthur hesitated before reluctantly accepting the candy cane. As much as he hated Eames being right, peppermint was one of his favourite flavours. He hadn't realized Eames had known that. "Did you bring any normal snacks, or just candy?"

"No, I also brought some granola bars, but I figured candy canes were more fun. A little something to brighten an otherwise boring evening."

Arthur rolled his eyes again, unwrapping the peppermint stick. December had never really held much meaning for him as a "holiday" season, but he couldn't deny the comforting nostalgia of a candy cane. He'd adored them growing up, and the sticky sweetness tasted undeniably like childhood. He couldn't help but smile as an old memory floated to the front of his mind. "You know, my mom actually banned me from eating these one year when I was little."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Apparently I would wait until they were nice and sharp, and then I kept trying to poke people with them." He chuckled; it had been a long time since he'd thought about that. "I lost my candy cane privileges for the rest of the year because of that."

A moment of silence passed before the car was suddenly filled with Eames' loud laughter. Arthur looked over, frowning and suddenly self-conscious. "What?"

"No, nothing, it's just..." Eames grinned at him. "You intentionally turning candy canes into a weapon as a small child is maybe the most on brand thing I could ever think of for you." He tried to hold back another wave of laughter, but wasn't particularly successful. "You're something else, darling, you know that? Never change."

Arthur couldn't stop his own smile from breaking through a little, his self-consciousness fading slightly. He supposed it was a bit funny. "Fuck off."

He settled back in his seat, still smiling as Eames' laughter filled the car again. Maybe a bit of company on a stakeout wasn't that bad after all.