Phinks x Reader: Present (Christmas Story)
Really digging soft boi Phinks headcanons atm. Maybe it's because of the holiday season 🎁☃️
Phinks groaned as he stood outside the university gates, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The grey dress shirt, black dress pants and matching black shoes, tie and belt weren't exactly his style.
An archeologist from a foreign country would be bringing a rare artifact for a presentation next month.
Chrollo caught word of this, and had assigned Phinks to get a job as security at the university a few months back.
Shalnark had hacked into the security company's file, ensuring that Phinks would be the one to escort the archeologist once the time came.
The plan was simple enough:
Take out the archeologist and leave with the artifact.
The other members of the troupe would poke fun at Phinks for having to actually work for several months. As much as he acted as if he hated it, it wasn't exactly true...
You waved at the blonde haired man as you adjusted your purse.
Phinks smiled, nodding his head in reply. "Off early today?" He cursed at himself, trying to slow down his heart as it began to beat rapidly.
The hell is wrong with me?!
You usually taught courses until late in the evening, but you had decided to cut your class short today.
"Yupp! It's so weird seeing the sun! I figured I'd let the class off early for the last day of the semester."
Phinks sighed. "I’m working late. You'll have to head to the station on your own..." He was relieved that he managed to hide his disappointment.
You and Phinks happened to both finish work at the same time, and would take the train at the same station. At first it was by chance, but after a few awkward interactions of walking the same way home almost every day; it became a routine.
Phinks wasn’t the social type, but he couldn’t deny that you were his type. He was drawn to you before the two of you even spoke.
You were the first to break the ice, making a joke about how the University’s security was top of the line.
“So, is escorting me to the train station part of your job?”
Phinks shot up suddenly. "Wait, last day of the semester?!" He kicked himself internally for having forgotten.
You let out a laugh, entertained by Phinks breaking his usual calm demeanor. "Yeah, that's why I wanted to make sure you got this..."
You shyly handed him a small gift bag with a picture of a snowman smiling on it. "Merry Christmas, Phinks! I'm happy to have met you."
Phinks stood there dumbfounded as you began to walk away.
You ran off before he could say anything, your ears burning. You felt like a little kid again. You couldn’t help it whenever you were around Phinks.
He made your heart skip a beat.
At first you were intimidated by his looks, but during your walks to the station you soon learned that deep down-- he was gentle.
You didn’t know much about him, but you knew that you wanted to get to learn more. You wanted to get closer to him...
Phinks sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a pair of grey pin striped boxers. He held the gift bag in his hand, the sense of confusion still over him.
He had never received a present before.
In movies, there was usually a card attached to the bag. He scratched his head when all he saw was the picture of the snowman staring back at him.
"No card, huh? I guess I know who it's from anyways..."
He opened the bag slowly, carefully moving the white tissue paper to the side.
He ran his fingers along the long piece of fabric, admiring the colors of red and green.
As he pulled it out, he spotted a small piece of paper fall out from it.
The enhancer caught it quickly, opening his hand to read it.
You once told me your favorite colors were red and green, and I know you can’t wear a jacket over your uniform. I thought this might help keep you warm on nights when you have to work late.
I meant to ask you in person, but if you are reading this-- it means I chickened out.
My family is away this Christmas, and I remember you mentioning yours was away as well...
If you feel up to it-- you're more than welcome to come to my place for Christmas! (But it's fine if you don't!) Address is on the back.
Phinks smiled, placing the note on his night stand. He wrapped the scarf around his neck as he drifted off to sleep.
Phinks panicked as he spent the next few days watching Christmas movies. He didn't know how Christmas was celebrated or what to expect.
Phinks dug through his closet, pulling out a light grey leather jacket he had worn when he was infiltrating a Yakuza biker gang. He paired it with dark denim pants, brown gloves, and the scarf you had given him.
He heightened his senses as he made his way to your house. He didn't want anything to happen to the chicken nor the hot chocolate he had bought for you. He didn't understand it, but it seemed to be a common practice in the movies he watched.
You jumped when you heard a knock on the door.
You fixed your hair, adjusting your tight red dress and Santa hat as you made your way to the door. You stumbled slightly, having drank a bit too much to cope with being alone on Christmas for the first time.
Phinks smiled holding up the hot chocolate and chicken. “Yeah, uh, merry Christmas, Y/N.”
Shit...I hope I said that right...
You smiled, stepping to the side to invite him in.
As much as you wanted him to; you never expected he’d actually show up. You clenched your jaw, trying to hide your panic.
Did I clean enough?! Is there toilet paper in the washroom?! Shit!!
Phinks examined your house. He smiled when his eyes fell upon the Christmas tree in your living room.
Just like in the movies...
You took the food from Phinks, and went to make room on the table.
You groaned, looking at the pile of books that you had left from marking final exams the night before.
“Sorry, Phinks. Do you think you could give me a hand moving these?”
Phinks nodded, making his way over to you.
He continued to look around your house as you both made your way to your study.
Your study had a large bookshelf, and it must have contained over a hundred books.
You stepped onto a stool, carefully sorting the books into their proper place.
You held your hands out to Phinks to hand you the books.
Phinks was in his own world as he continued to observe his surroundings.
Being a part of the Spiders meant constant relocating. He had never been inside a true home before.
Small touches around your house such as a picture of a cat made him chuckle. It was very you.
You looked at him worriedly. Was he regretting his decision?
Phinks quickly came to, looking back to where you were standing.
“Huh?”
You blushed, hoping you weren’t right...
Phinks looked above you at the holly you had surrounding the doorway.
His face went red, remembering what he had seen in one of the movies he watched.
She probably thinks I’m an idiot!
Phinks held your arm as he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened as you looked at him, checking to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
You stood there frozen from shock once Phinks pulled away.
The muscular man chuckled as he examined your expression. “What? It’s tradition, isn’t it?” He pointed up at the holly.
You bit your lip, unsure of how to handle the situation. “Oh that’s...holly.”
Phinks felt his heart drop as his ears began to burn. His mind raced, trying to make up some sort of excuse.
Fuckkkkkkkkkkkingggg helllllllll! Maybe I could just run out the d--
You began to laugh, charmed by how innocent he seemed at times.
The alcohol you drank earlier gave you courage, as you stepped down from your stool, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Phinks felt a shiver run down his spine as you whispered into his ear.
"If you wanted to see what mistletoe looks like, I think I have some in my bedroom.”
Phinks growled, a wicked grin now plastered on his face as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Teaching on Christmas? You’re one hell of a professor.”
You laughed as Phinks carried you up the stairs, the chicken going cold as the two of you spent Christmas Eve under your covers.
It was a Merry Christmas for you both.
