Footballer Oneshots and Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Gary Neville (Manchester United era) - Are You Sure?

Christmas [From The Vault]

Gary sat amidst colorful wrapping paper, tape scattered around, attempting to wrap a present. His brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled with the paper, his fingers fumbling with the tape. Y/n, his girlfriend, stood at the doorway watching him, a smile on her face. "Hey, Gary. Need a hand with that?"Gary huffed, "No, I've got it. I'm an expert wrapper." He replied.

Y/n arched a brow, and went to sit down beside him, leaning on his shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold. "Sure thing, expert. But I think your present might need a little magic touch."

As Gary continued to struggle, Y/n helped him, guiding his hands. "See, you fold it like this, and then just a bit of tape here." He had grown quiet. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah. Just was never taught how to wrap is all. Seems like a bit of hassle though. Just stick a bow on the bloody thing and be done with it." Y/n laughed at his mini rant and held his hand. "That's not as fun though." He raised his eyebrows. "How?" She grabbed the wrapping paper and began wrapping the next item. "Less time I get to be with you, isn't it?"

As time passed, and their laughter echoed through the room as Y/n patiently taught Gary the art of wrapping. The presents may not have been perfectly wrapped, but the joy and love put into each one were evident and his family liked the effort; It added a nice touch.

This became a little but of a tradition, because if we fast forward twenty years, their home filled with the festive spirit and Gary, now a bit grayer but just as grumpy, stared at the pile of gifts in confusion. "I still reckon we just stick a bow on the bike and call it a night. Say Sanat couldn't afford wrapping paper." Gary whispered as Y/n had come into the sitting room with her hands filled with wrapping paper.

Y/n, with the usual twinkle in her eyes, sat the wrapping paper to the side and stood next to him. "Remember our first Christmas together when you claimed to be an expert wrapper?" Gary grunted. "Vaguely." She smiled. "Well-" Y/n laughed. "Looks like you need a refresher course." She nudged him. "You're hilarious, you are."

The couple joked just as they did on their very first Christmas twenty years ago, as Y/n once again guided Gary through the intricacies of gift wrapping. This time, it wasn't just for them but for their children - a new generation to share the magic of Christmas.

Amidst the wrapping paper chaos, Gary couldn't help but smile at Y/n's infectious joy. "You're lucky you have me to save Christmas every year," she teased. Gary rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his affectionate grin. "Yeah, yeah, the expert wrapper is back."

Their eldest child Jack, witnessing the scene,joined in as he wanted to be a part of the magic of bringing Santa to life. Gary simply watched. "You're just like you're mum, you." Jack rolled his eyes. "I get the looks and the skills from her, don't I?" Y/n held in a laugh and Gary looked on gobsmacked. "Throw him a bit of coal."

Jack simply scoffed and continued helping his parents wrap presents and sharing laughter. As the room filled with warmth and love, Gary couldn't help but reflect on the two decades of Christmases spent with Y/n.

In that moment, surrounded by the two that started this little family and the comforting chaos of gift wrapping, Gary realized that the imperfections were what made their Christmas truly special. And though he may never master the art of wrapping, he had something far more precious - a lifetime of shared moments and a love that continued to grow with each passing year.

The morning after, as they gathered around the tree, the twinkling lights casting a warm glow, Gary squeezed Y/n's hand, silently thanking her for always bringing the magic of Christmas into their lives. And so, in the midst of sques, giggle and love, the family celebrated another Christmas, embracing the beautifully imperfect traditions that had become their own.