#but i did put a shot's worth of cider in the one for the aesthetic

[answrs]

i took like 16 pictures and then realized only one turned out after the fact because the damn camera focused on the packaging labels in the background instead of the (to be fair, translucent-on-transparent) glass etchings, fucking rip.

but also fuck it I'm not unpacking the whole box again. I mean it's only six shot glasses but like. it's the principle of the thing.

also i already drank the bottle so... ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌

[punkpoemprose]

December 21st- Christmas Eve

Universe: Modern AU Rating: T (Teen and Up)- Fluff! Length: 1454  Words

This one’s for @kristanna who recommended this song! I hope you’re having a wonderful Christmas Eve!!!

Hey y’all I’m still a bit behind, but gosh darn it it’s all coming (probably all today because I’m actually prepared for Christmas?? Weird.)!

These arms of mine They are burning Burning from wanting you These arms of mine They are wanting Wanting to hold you And if you Would let them hold you Ohh how grateful I will be Come on, come on baby Just be my little woman (yeah) Just be my lover I need somebody, (Somebody) To treat me right (Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight And I need your tender lips too Hold me, hold me 

-Otis Redding (These Arms of Mine)

           The light in their living room was low, both for aesthetic and practical purposes. Of course, the power on their block had gone out on Christmas Eve. Between the two of them they could bottle their luck and sell it as a weapon of mass destruction, but Kristoff was going to be damned if he let it ruin their spirit. Christmas was Anna’s favorite time of year, and she was his favorite person, so he’d made the best of things, running out to the corner store to pick up a minor change of plans.

           “Was it cold out?” Anna asked from her place beneath a blanket on their couch, “It was snowing like crazy out there, I was worried about you.”

           Kristoff shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and set his bags on the floor, smiling at Anna in the candlelight, “It was fine, are you warm enough?”

           She smiled in return, pointing towards the fireplace before singing, “Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful!”

           He chuckled, “Good. Now let’s see if I can get things back on track. What did we say we were going to do?”

           Anna sat up slowly from her reclined position with a sigh, “Decorate the tree, but we can’t really do the lights, listen to music, but my phone isn’t getting any data and the stereo needs power, make dinner, but we have an electric stove, and watch “It’s a Wonderful Life”, but… well it’s obvious why our plans are shot.”

           Kristoff couldn’t help himself but to grin, “I think we’ll manage.”

                                                            ***

           Anna shook her head as her husband handed her a champagne flute of sparkling cider. She was staring at their tree and staving off tears. She still had no clue how she managed to find someone so perfect when she spent so much of her life imagining that she’d never find anyone at all.

           She sipped the bubbly juice as he rested his hand on her back in the softest sort of possessive manner. He’d ordered Panera delivery for dinner, and while it hadn’t been the beef stew she’d planned on making him, she’d been more than happy to have her favorite broccoli cheddar soup in a bread bowl. He’d had an answer for the tree as well, expressing his appreciation for having already set it up in the stand in the morning, before braving their basement with a flashlight between his teeth to bring up her favorite tote of ornaments. He hadn’t even made her wonder for a moment about the lights, pulling several strings of battery operated fairy light strings out of his bag, surprising her only somewhat as it always seemed that their local family run convenience store had their most obscure wants. Sometimes she wondered if the place itself was magic.

           They’d decided to string up both the normal lights and the battery lights, and now with every double A containing pack switched on, Anna was in absolute awe of how lovely their tree looked. The white lights and silver garland reminded her of what it looked like out the window with stars and snowflakes glowing in the darkness. He’d helped her put the angel on after all their ornaments, the “perfect�� mix of sentimental and store bought, had been hung. She decided that it was her favorite tree, if only for the fun they had putting it together and the ingenuity that allowed her to look at it on their “off the grid” Christmas Eve together.

           “You know we could have gone to Elsa’s if you’d wanted to,” he said, “I wouldn’t have minded driving, and she’s coming here in the morning anyway.”

           “And miss out on you trying to grant my every wish when faced with impossible odds? Not a chance.”

           Kristoff chuckled, “And on that note,” he said, moving from her and across the room, “Remember that USB record player you bought me for Christmas last year? Well I got it to run off my power bank and I hope you’re ready for Otis Redding’s greatest hits.”

           Anna laughed as he stepped away to set up the music. It wasn’t exactly the Christmas carols she’d been thinking of, but she couldn’t complain about anything. He was spoiling her to pieces, and she couldn’t help but remember the years where she hadn’t been so lucky.

           Kristoff had been her friend for many years, supporting her in his own quiet way from the sidelines while she’d dated man after man who hadn’t been at all worth her time. She had known the whole time, with every look, every comment, every way in which she held her when her heart was broken, that he’d been all she ever wanted. However, she hadn’t know that he’d felt the same in return. She hadn’t known until she’d stayed the night at his house three years earlier and he’d absent mindedly kissed her when they woke up from some “strictly platonic” bedsharing.

           The rest was history, particularly now that his house was their house, his bed their bed, and nothing about their sharing of anything was platonic. When she heard the static of the record starting, she closed her eyes, and waited patiently for his touch to return.

           As the first few notes filtered out into the air, Anna felt his hand slip into hers, his other resting on her lower back. Her lids fluttered open as her unoccupied hand lifted to his shoulder. When he took the first couple steps across their living room floor, their movement more of a well-supported swaying than a true dance, Anna couldn’t help but to grin. She may just be wearing his hoodie and a pair of leggings, but for the way he looked down at her she may as well be the belle of the ball.

           Kristoff held her close, moving her body with his in their living room, in front of their tree, wondering if she understood just how ardently he loved her. Of course, he knew that she knew he loved her. After all they were married and spent every single day trying to show their love in everything they did for each other, but still he wished that there was some way for him to directly send his feelings for her to her heart directly. He longed for her to be able to read his mind, if only so that she could see exactly how many years he spent wanting more than anything to be holding her in his arms the way he was now.

           “How are your feet? I know you said they hurt earlier,” he asked with genuine concern. He had been extra worried about her lately, making sure that she was as happy and comfortable as she could be.

           “Still swollen, but they’re not bothering me like they were yesterday. I think it’s just been because I’m off-balance, you know? Just applying my weight differently on them. It’ll get better once I’m more used to it, or when I’m back to normal, whatever happens first.”

           Kristoff grinned, glad that she wasn’t feeling particularly uncomfortable. “Well then,” he said, bending down as the song ended, kneeling before her, “I guess I’ll just have to keep close, you know, in case the two of you need a hand balancing.”

           Anna laughed when Kristoff pressed a kiss to her swollen belly. She’d been showing for quiet a while, but it had gotten particularly noticeable in the past month, and they still had three to go.

           She combed her fingers through his hair, mussing it as he smiled up at her like she was the angel atop the tree. She knew that the look in his eye, the one she was reciprocating with equal intensity, was one of absolute love and adoration. She was his in every sense, and he, at her feet, was appreciative of her allowing him to claim her as such.

           “Did I mention that your laptop has a full charge and we have It’s a Wonderful Life on DVD?”

           Anna squealed in excitement, “I forgot about that! Oh my gosh! You’re perfect. Everything, oh Kristoff, thank you! Everything is perfect! Now,” she said, putting her arms out forward, get up here and kiss me, because we have a movie to watch and a couch to cuddle on. No time to waste! I want to feel fully Christmas-y by the time Santa comes!”

           Kristoff laughed, standing up and kissing her as they wrapped the other in their arms, their bodies as tight together as possible given her condition.

           “I love you baby,” he whispered with his lips on hers.

           “I love you Kris,” she returned, pressing a kiss to his stubble covered jaw, “Merry Christmas Eve.”