#like you buy ANYTHING around xmas time? YOU HAVE TO PUT IT UNDER THE TREE AND WAIT FOR XMAS.

[writeyourdarlings]

bucky was always drawn to lights - any kind of light. study lamp, street lights, fairy lights around a christmas tree, the light coming from behind the curtain of a window, even the light coming out of a firework or a laptop screen. the swift changing from darkness to brightness served as a symbol of healing to him, especially after the winter soldier happened.

now, christmas was truthfully bucky's favourite time of the year, because there's so much lights to see in his hometown and steve knew how much bucky loved the season. thus, during another christmas, after 2 days of snowstorm, steve gently woke him up at noon with a forehead kiss and asked him his favourite question: "want to go for a walk and check out all the lights?"

bucky beamed and got out of his bed immediately, causing steve to chuckle at himself. he went toward his wardrobe, getting dressed in layers and layers of thermal clothes, with bulky sweater, a pair of gloves, and a coat. after that, he walked towards the door, then he could see their xmas tree standing firm in their living room. it wasn't too big, but full of lights, balls, angels, many other decorations and a santa claus near the top, where steve put a big comet star. there was also a bunch of scented candles, some cakes, covers, and little things which steve had bought for old people living alone in a hospice near their town. plus, a pack of dog and cat foods, which were living in captivity into a kennel in their town. it warmed bucky's heart to see how steve prepared so much for christmas. however, steve wasn't actually a festive person, but once he found out bucky loved christmas, his reason of buying gifts and things was just: "i don't know, guess i just want to do so many things with you."

steve looked up at him after lacing his boots and said, "ready?"

bucky smiled and nodded excitedly.

shortly after, they walked together side by side and steve took bucky's hand to hold it and keep it warm. he didn't know where they would be headed, but he'd just let steve guide him along their journey. the snow made a crunching sound under their boots, like walking on a cup of granita. he could hear children's laugh and jingle bells song on every street corner they passed.

he watched steve with full affection, while the blond guy was staring into the distance. he loved that being with steve, he didn't have to say anything to him. just... silence. and nothing was wrong with silence. silence was not awkward. he didn't have to bother filling the cold air. the cold air brushing his rosy cheeks felt amazing. and between their holding hands, there lied something so comforting and safe.

now the residue of the past turns into dust; and everything’s sparkling beautifully under the christmas lights. those days of him being the winter soldier were left burried and forgotten, because all he chose to remember now was steve. his last flicker of light before the dark.

[juwon-ah-moved]

okay but i am actually glad that im going to my aunt's for lunch bc if i had to stay home all day i would lose my mind

[mourntheantagonist]

Lingerie and selfie, for the banned tags prompt list

oh CERTAINLY (and xmas themed cause it’s still december)

***

The mall was packed, to say the least.

Everyone and their mother was out, rushing from store to store in the final hours of the mall being open, the line for Santa Claus seemed to be an hour long filled with crying toddlers complaining that their feet hurt, because it was Christmas Eve, the time for all those who procrastinated on gift buying, left to scrounge for the remaining few scraps.

Billy didn’t exactly procrastinate… so to speak…

He just couldn’t seem to settle on the perfect gift for Steve.

So, there he was, weaving in and out of large groups of people who didn’t know how to walk on the right side of the path, looking in through every damn window he passed hoping that just something would catch his eye before the clock struck six and every store in the mall simultaneously closed.

It was beginning to feel like a lost cause when the light outside seemed to vanish, the early sunset serving as a reminder of just how limited his time was. He had found nothing. He had come up entirely dry after having walked the entire mall nearly three times… he really didn’t want to have to throw cash into an envelope but that reality seemed to inch closer and closer with each passing second.

Until he saw it. The one thing that finally caught his eye in all of its contrasting red and white twinning with the blush of his cheeks as he looked at it.

Steve was going to have a great Christmas, because Santa was coming to town.

That was the gift. No, not actual Santa. Billy didn’t just yank the old man off his sleigh by the pull of his beard. No, this Santa was the kind that would scar their children for life.

It was a Santa teddy. Red with white fur and a black accentuating belt, all tied together with long, black fishnets stockings and a tiny little Santa hat.

Billy walked into the store, feeling so out of place as the one 45 year old man surrounded by women in their thirties who lugged around kids with covered eyes and men in their early twenties who looked at each piece of fabric with a kind of confusion he’s only ever seen while Steve watched the kids play dungeons and dragons. He walked directly over to their holiday display, picked up one of the garments, and he was just going to buy it and get out of there just as quickly as he came in, but he paused just short of the register.

This wasn’t really for Steve. Not in the way it could be wrapped up and gifted to him. The real gift wasn’t something he could put under the tree.

So when Billy got up to the counter, he didn’t just pull out his credit card.

“Can I have a dressing room?” he asked the woman, who just looked behind him, looking for someone.

“Is your wife here?” she asked, looking down at the ring on his finger, getting more confused when Billy shook his head no. “Then what do you need a dressing room for exactly?”

Billy just rolled his eyes at the comment. It wasn’t the 80’s anymore. Hell, it wasn’t even the 00’s. It was 2012. Gay marriage was legal in their state and this was a lingerie boutique, she was in the wrong place to act like a prude. “To try this on.” he said, holding the teddy up by the hanger.

He felt a little bad when her cheeks pinked up and her eyes grew wide, stumbling on her words. “oh… Oh!” she said, the pitch of her voice raised up the octave with the second ‘oh’. “Of course, my-my apologies, I’ll get right on that.”

He laughed as he watched her fumble with her key trying to unlock the door, told him to tell her if he needed help with anything else, and then she was off as quickly as her feet could take her.

Billy quickly put it on, careful not to tug too hard on the delicate fabric, kicking the stripped off clothes into the corner as he looked at himself in the mirror. The fit was almost perfect considering he was certainly not the body type they were marketing towards. He was a little fuller than he was when he was a teen, silver highlights in his hair and more texture to his skin, he was five years from being over the hill, but he looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself “damn, I still got it!”

He stared at himself for a bit longer than a person normally would, fixing his hair a little bit trying to tame some of the flyaways, allowing himself to be a little vain for just a moment before bending over to sift for his phone through his discarded clothes.

Billy opened up the camera application.

It was the reason they upgraded from their old Nokia flip phones. It wasn’t because of the chips and cracks and batteries that died within the span of thirty minutes… it was because of the camera, and the ability to send high resolution photos to each other with just a click of the button.

Sometimes, it was just for simple, mundane things like “Steve can you send me a picture of the shopping list?” or “Which color tie looks better with this shirt?” or just sending pictures of their kids back and forth between each other while the other was at work.

But other times… they used the feature for other reasons. That was the other thing they liked about the iPhones, they had passcode lock, which prevented their kids from having to see anything unsavory in their father’s text messages.

But this time, Billy wouldn’t be sending this one. He took the photos, taking his time, trying to make the most of the small confined space, taking photos of himself like a model in a photoshoot just without a hype man in the background. By the time he took nearly a hundred different pictures, he noticed the time on the clock, just fifteen more minutes before the mall would close.

Billy quickly stripped himself out of the lingerie and hung it back on the hanger, throwing himself back into his regular clothes and practically running over to the counter to pay, because the pictures wouldn’t be Steve’s only gift of course.

Billy took himself to the Walgreens, one of the only places that was still open that late on Christmas Eve, and sprinted over to the photo counter.

“You need some photos printed?” the guy behind the counter asked. Billy just nodded his head and whipped out his phone. “Alright, go ahead and just plug that in and pick out the photos you want and I can have them ready for you in like five to ten minutes.”

Billy plugged in his phone and nearly panicked when the screen lit up with a collage of pictures of him scantily clad, momentarily forgetting that in order to get these printed, other people would have to see the photos. He thought for a second to just unplug and print it off their computer at home, but they were out of color ink and no way would he be paying for a new cartridge for just one picture when they could do it at Walgreens for under five dollars.

Billy just covered the screen with his body by moving in extra close, and scrolled through all the pictures he had taken, trying to choose quickly which one was the best. Some were out of focus, some were over exposed from the flash, but most were okay.

But one, one was great.

It was taken from the floor with the countdown setting. Billy was squatting with his hands on his knees, half profile to the camera giving a perfect view of the curve his ass and thickness and of his legs and strength of his muscles. It was the one. He knew it was the one.

Billy clicked on it, hit 8x10, and hit done, and all opportunities of turning back washed away. Billy just walked over to the other area, partly because he actually wanted to purchase a frame for the picture to go in, but mostly he didn’t want to see the look on the face of the guy when he finally saw the photo.

When he heard his name called, he quickly paid and ran out of the store without a second thought.

***

He wrapped up the teddy along with the framed picture and snuck it underneath the tree at one in the morning after Steve had finally fallen asleep.

Christmas morning approached only a few hours later with their youngest pouncing onto their bed chanting “Santa came!”

They both slapped on the Christmas cheer with the help of a mug of freshly brewed coffee they were able to make in the time between them waking up and their oldest finally waking up.

They watched their kids open up their gifts, taking pictures of their son holding up his new lego set from Santa and ripping it open almost immediately after even though there were still unopened gifts with his name on them underneath the tree. During that lull, Steve took the opportunity to open the one present under the tree with his name on it.

To Steve

From Billy

Billy got lucky because none of his kids were lying any attention to them.

Steve slowly peeled the paper off and lifted open the box to suddenly be met the the photo.

Steve’s eyes grew wide and he immediately shut the box.

“Are you insane!?” Steve asked, somehow yelling and whispering at the same time.

“Maybe a little bit.”

They both just laughed and looked out at the kids, all still completely entranced in the sea of gifts.

Steve looked back over at Billy and raised his eyebrows. “Later?” he asked, pointing to the closed box.

“You bet.”

[kisilinramblings]

If you don't mind me asking ( and you really don't have to answer if it makes uncomfortable or would bring up pointless discourse in your blog ) a lot of people call thomas islamphobic , but like when did that even happen ? Like him not being able to add Muslim characters in the show because he isn't allowed to , isn't islamphobic .

Hi! I don't mind, but I don't think I am the best person to talk about this matter. I'll try to explain, but if my followers have more informations, please feel free to join the conversation.

Thomas has explained on Twitter that no, they cannot put religion of any kind in Miraculous. It is one of the 9 kids show taboos, which are summarized in this illustration. Plus, France has secular laws. One of which voted in the early 2000s notably states it is forbidden to wear visible religious signs inside schools and said law affects the students. So you could imagine the reaction of France if a French kids show -- on a tv channel which probably receives some public funding from the French government -- was showing teenagers wearing a religious symbol inside the collège. That's one reality they are dealing with unfortunately.

Some people respond that is it hypocrite because we have seen the Notre-Dame Cathedral in the show and we did got episodes celebrating Christmas or the Saint-Valentin.

Except, in the show, we have never seen any close-ups of the Cathedral aside of a gargoyle when LB is first testing her yoyo during Origins, nor did we got a scene on or inside Notre-Dame. The closer of the Cathedral was in the background was during Sandboy, and notice how many details are missing.

No statues of angels nor saint patrons. Notre-Dame is visually there because it is huge monument in the landscape of Paris, but the model is reduced to its basic shape with minimal ornaments (archs, columns, and stained glass). You won't find any cross on it (or anywhere in ML Paris) either.

As for the Christmas special, there were no mention to the nativity either. They keep the celebration to its pagan origins. "Yule logs", "peace and thruce", “decorated trees”, "presents" and "time and dinner with family" along with favoring the commercially red and white representation of Santa Claus over any bible character.

And Valentine's Day, despite being called Saint Valentin in French, is nowadays not consider a holy day in France at all. There is no prayer nor mass for that particular day. School and commercial activities still are open. People just send letters or buy heart shaped products. However, Dark Cupid is of course based on Cupid, the roman deitity of desire and attraction. Mythological deities as inspiration seems to pass. The Old Egyptian gods, Sapotis, Anansi and Oni-Chan along with some of the superheroes like King Monkey are also based on mythic figures. I guess so long no one is using them as holy idol, they fall more under the "folklore" category which appears more acceptable.

Heck, if we see a wedding, it's a civil marriage in the Mayor's office instead of a religious ceremony.

We have Jeanne D'Arc as historical figure who battled to free France and Thomas depicted her as a previous Ladybug Holder, thus removing the religious elements of her "adventures" who get rewritten to fit the Miraculous Lore.

We got Nathaniel whose familly name is a hommage to Jacob Kurtzberg (AKA Jake Kirby) and since Jake Kirby is a jew, they made Nathaniel's heritage be jew by extension. Thus why we don't see Nate in the xmas episode. And Evillustrator's beret subtly ressembles a kippa in its shape. But those are really small details that can easily be missed.

And we do have Prince Ali's Chaperonne who do have her hair wrapped inside some cloth but it appears to be aesthetic more than anything else. Also, both Ali and his chaperonne come from an invented country.

So we can rise the question : without the religious symbols and beliefs, without the prayers and other religious aspects put behind celebrations, can they still be able to put characters to which people can still identify as Muslim or Hindu for example? After all, someone's culture doesn't revolve around just religion.

Food, language, arts, clothing, gestures, habits and customs.

Those do give some representation. It would be a start but would it be satisfying? Or will something appear to be missing?

That I don't know.

Anyway, context wise, there are way more factors than just creator's decisions to take into account. People really need to stop thinking that everything in the production of a TV show or movie falls on the shoulders of one sole individual. It isn't a self publish novel or comic. It's a product supervised by powerful people from different corporations. As a creator, Thomas can propose and push some ideas, but if there is no support from the higher ups, he is powerless too and must propose something else. Even within his own TV show.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hello :) It's my annoying self again and *insert Bernie meme* I'm once again asking for your headcanons. Could I get something to get in the Christmas mood? Some HCs about how the guys like to spend it or anything Xmas related? Whatever characters you'd like to write for but you know I'm gonna humbly request Winters and/or Nix because of ✨ unhealthy obsession reasons ✨

Hello you💓 and sweetie you can send requests any 👏 time👏 I absolutely love writing them! And since today is the 1st of December this is the perfect way to kick off the holiday season!

Dick Winters

Dick loves Christmas because you never stop smiling for the whole month of December and he thinks it's adorable.

Every year on December 1st he heads up to the attic and brings down all the decorations, smiling fondly at your beaming face.

You are the ultimate decorating team, and everything gets done in one day.

The tree is the last thing to be done, and you always have such a laugh while doing it.

The angel is the last piece, so he hands it to you and picks you up so you can reach the top and put it on and then he spins you around and kisses you sweetly.

Holiday movies are a must, cuddled up in front of the fire with hot chocolate.

He of course helps you make the Christmas cake. And helps you with some prep cooking Christmas eve.

Then he puts on some Christmas music and you two dance around the living room together

Lewis Nixon

Lew loves Christmas decorations. Like he is so extra. He's got a mansion and he's gonna make sure you can see it from space

He pays people to come in and decorated the whole house, which includes a 12 foot tree in the entrance.

There's also this entire garden lights display which you probably actually could see from space tbh.

He loves how excited you get when everything's finished, and the two of you spend ages just admiring everything.

Mulled wine and eggnog and mince pies are a frequent treat.

And you put a movie on and cuddle up under a blanket with your glasses of wine and it's all very cozy.

He takes you to New York every year so you can see the Rockefeller tree and go ice skating. And he is actually very good at ice skating. You're that couple who holds hands while they go around the rink.

He also spoils you rotten. If he sees you so much as glance at something he buys it because "only the best for my baby."

Christmas day is an absolute feast, like you literally cannot breathe you're so stuffed. But there's always room for Christmas pudding.

Drunken snowball fights are pretty much an annual tradition. Somehow you always end up wandering outside and crunching through the snow like a couple of kids.

And he thinks you're adorable with your nose and cheeks all red from the cold.

He'll put his arms around your waist and kiss you senseless right there outside in the snow, and then he'll carry you inside and put you down by the fire and make hot chocolate for you both to warm up.

This.....gave me much feels to write like I cannot even speak😩😍

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Unraveling Over the Holidays

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Implied Pandemic world we live in

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Inspired by the need to write more Henry and Nell, along with Henry’s latest IG post and here we have it. 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Almost have it, Wild Boy.” Henry announced looking into the abyss of the computer they were attempting to build.  This was their second this year, a true feat. Rarely did Henry and Ivan get the time to break down and rebuild their own systems. It was a welcome hobby, keeping them busy when there wasn't much else to do these days.

They had been working away on the project since breakfast. Frustrated mumbling and grunting seemed to be the only sounds coming from the other room. Nell listened, checking in on them from time to time, waiting for them to finish. Today was the day they were going to finally trim their Christmas tree. After days of waiting, it would finally be a sight to behold. Or as much a sight to behold as they could manage. All in all Nell felt that she decorated a pretty damn fine looking tree.

It was shortly after lunch, when Nell began to get annoyed. When she'd brought in a plate of sandwiches and asked her husband and son if they would be done soon, both had told her that they needed ten more minutes. Three hours and one boasting Instagram photo later...

“Dad, I think I have this backwards.” Ivan furrowed his brow staring at the piece that he was attempting to put in.

“Let me look.” Henry moved to take a closer inspection.

Not wanting the break anything, risking a costly repair. Ivan was learning fast and enjoyed working with his hands. More than that, he really enjoyed the uninterrupted time with his dad. “Not backwards, but the next slot over.” Instructing his son how to put the piece in properly.

Neither of them seeming to notice or care that Nell had drug out their boxes of Christmas decorations. Outside, she and Henry had strung lights in a few bushes and around their garden early in the month. Wanting to get it done in case they got an unexpected cold or worse. Inside Nell had put up her favourite battery operated candles, the old fashioned looking ones that stood in the windows. Every window in the farm house had a candle display. The kitchen had lights and a few decorations, the sitting room, the office, and even the bathrooms were ready.

All they needed was to get the tree decorated. Presents under a naked tree was plain wrong.

“Henry, Ivan.” Nell tapped her foot on the floor, her arms folded across her chest. Huffing at the two of them. She should have known better than to let them tear apart that damn computer this morning.

“I think she saw.” Ivan wasn't doing a very good job at whispering, his mother could hear him on the other side of the room. Nell rolled her eyes. Of course she had saw the photo, over 3,000 people had saw that photo and it had only taken five minutes.

“What is it, darling?” Henry leaned back in his chair, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. Smiling sweetly, his usual trick when he wanted to attempt getting out of something.

“Tree.” She gestured to the tree behind her.

“What about it? Is it too dry? Ivan, didn't I ask you to water that this morning?” Shaking his head, Henry glanced at his son.

“I did, dad.” Ivan huffed, holding the light at the perfect angle to see inside the box.

“Guys, can we please decorate this tree? It's been here since Sunday.”

“We'll get to it.”

“When? It's already Friday. Henry, we have had this in here for nearly a week. A naked, boring, lackluster tree.” Lecturing, Nell rubbed her temples, “Christmas is in a week! A week! This is the latest we have ever left the tree.”

Setting down his manual, Henry pushed his chair away from the desk, standing to observe the tree. He hadn't thought it was that big of a deal, they had gone last week and picked out the tree, Henry wasn't sure that this would be the final spot for the Christmas icon. Something Nell would assume was an excuse.

He should have taken the photo from the other side, oops. Had he not mentioned the bare tree to the world, his wife likely wouldn't have been making such a deal about it. Until now, Nell had been avoiding it as much as him and Ivan.

“Do you want to do it today?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her head. “The wild boy and I are more than happy to let you take over.”

If she wanted to decorate the tree, by herself, it would have been done hours ago.

“Nice try, but this was to be a family activity.” Nell furrowed her brow, huffing. “Why can't you stop fiddling with that damn box for twenty minutes?”

“I love you, Mrs. Cavill.” He knew exactly how to win this battle.

“Not working.”

“Worth a try,” Henry shrugged giving her a kiss on the cheek. Squeezing his arms tighter around his wife, he groaned. Caving to her whim. “I'm going to make us some cocoa, then we can get this tree decorated. Wild boy, help your mum get the decorations out, please.”

“Uh, no.” Shaking her head, Nell escaped his clutches. “I am going to make the cocoa,” gently tapping the tip of Henry's nose she grinned, “You and Ivan can untangle the lights. I have been asking you all week, get to work.”

Laying on the floor by the tree, Kal boofed and yawned. He had heard her asking multiple times over the week, but what could be do about it? Stretching, he stood cautiously to keep his wagging tail from smashing the tree. Nell really hated picking pieces of Christmas tree from his fur. Following her to the kitchen, he hurried when her steps approached the treat cupboard.

“You'd help me, wouldn't you bear?” Spotting her shadow, Nell smiled, tossing him a biscuit. “Honestly, those two are more and more difficult every year. I feel like I'm raising two children sometimes.”

Oh lovely, here she was, in the middle of the kitchen talking to the dog. Whatever, at least Kal would listen to her gripe. Pulling down a mug and two tumbler glasses, Nell set the kettle to boil and then picked up the bottle of Johnnie Walker that had appeared on the counter a few days ago. Likely a gift from someone.

One candy cane hot cocoa and two whiskey and rosemary sours, at the ready. In the other room, Nell could hear Ivan and Henry singing along to I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Loudly Ivan belted out the line about the hippo being a vegetarian, Henry swaying back and forth as he laughed and unraveled the lights. To Nell's credit, when she had put away their Christmas decorations the previous year, she had done a much nicer job than Henry.

“Looking good, gentlemen.” Complimenting their work, Nell smiled handing Ivan the cocoa. “Yours is on the tray,” she kissed Henry's cheek. “I decided to make use of the Johnnie Walker.” She winked.

Taking his drink, Henry smiled. “It's your bottle,”

“Mine? Did you buy it?” Nell sat on the floor beside Ivan, working at picking out more decorations.

“No, it came the other day. Some guy dropped it off, did you not read the card?” Henry laughed, joining his family on the floor. Nell shook her head. “Hold on,” He stood back up, groaning a little.

“Mum,” Ivan spoke pulling out another bundle of lights, “when the tree is done, can I watch a movie?”

“You don't want to help dad finish with the computer?” Sorting the other items in the box, Nell sat back on her heels reaching for her drink.

“I guess, but I think I'd like to watch a movie with you. If you have time.”

“For you, wild boy, I have all the time in the world.” Nell leaned over giving him a kiss on the head. Wrinkling his nose, Ivan brushed his hand over his dark curls, resetting them the way he liked them. “Which movie did you want to watch?”

“I don't know, we can find one.” Ivan worked away at the strand of lights, getting them ready to go on the tree, when Henry came back in. His mother wasn't tall enough to read the top, which meant his dad would have to start the lights.

Decorating the tree with his parents, the three of them, felt a little odd. For as long as Ivan could remember there was always a huge production to decorating their tree. This year was quiet, like most things throughout the year. They would be video calling family over Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning, instead of having them there in person. They were supposed to spend Christmas with the Stewart family this year, as sad as Ivan was to miss his trip he understood.

“Here you are,” Henry waved the small card around, crossing the floor to hand it to Nell.

One the outside was a fancy script, containing her name in gold lettering. Opening the small card, the kind one gets with a delivery of flowers, she admired the generic looking winter scene.

“To Nelly & Superman, Merry Xmas. May 2021 be better than whatever dumpster fire this is,” she read out loud, chuckling at the sentiment. “Love always, JPS. It's from Jordan.”

“How lovely, didn't he send one last year as well?”

“He did, but he sent that really nice Riesling.” Nell confirmed. Since Jordan hadn't been able to make it for the wedding, he'd sent the gift instead. “Along with the Ardbeg, for our wedding present.”

Henry nodded, he remembered drinking both vividly. Although he didn't get much of the Ardbeg, because Nell had deemed it off limits to anybody who wasn't her. Past and present gifts sorted and settled, Henry stood up with the first string of lights in hand. “I think it's time we get these on, what about you?”

“About time.” Sticking out her tongue, Nell pulled out the tinsel and a box of ornaments. “Gosh, Cavill, you have been taking forever.”

“Can't rush perfection, my darling.” Henry smirked, attaching the first string of soft white lights to the stout tree in the corner.

“Is that why we took so long?” Ivan teased helping his mother carefully lift ornaments from boxes.

“Of course.” Henry nodded, excusing his procrastination.  “You know, I do love this tree.”

“It is a lovely tree. It's the perfect size.” Nell agreed with her husband. “I'm glad that we didn't go with a monstrous tree this year.”

Henry and Ivan had a habit of going for the biggest tree in the lot. This year, Nell had put her foot down, demanding that they pick something reasonable.

“I thought you liked a big, thick one.” Snorting, Henry paused to watch Nell's reaction.

“You, stop.” She wagged her finger at him. “Wild boy, can you go over to that blue storage bin and get the crystal star, please?”

The tree topper had been a gift from Henry's parents, the first year she and Henry had “unofficially” lived together. Nell had used it every year since, upon Henry's insistence that she kept it. Their first Christmas married, last year, his mother had wanted to gift them a new one. Politely Nell had declined, saying that she loved the one they had. Although, she was more than happy to accept the matching ornament set that went with it, as a late Wedding present.

“I love this star,” Taking the carefully wrapped box from Ivan; Nell placed it safely out of the way of Kal and Cavills.

“Lights are on.” Henry happily announced, clapping his hands together. “What's next?”

“Tinsel and bows.” Ivan sprung up with a card of tinsel, waving it wildly at his father. “Can I help?”

“What if I put on the tinsel, while you tie on the bows?”

“Deal.” Ivan nodded grabbing the gold and silver bows that Nell had made. They would soon be in need of some new bows. “Mum, momma, mum.” he bounced, “Want to help?”

“Sure, you take the gold and I will take the silver?” Standing to join Ivan and Henry at the tree. Nell took the card of silver bows, carefully tying them on to the boughs of the tree.

Over the next half hour or so, their tree began to come to life. The soft colours adorning the vibrant green really stood out in the otherwise neutral room. Laughing and teasing one another, Henry grabbed Ivan around the waist, spinning him – a safe distance from the tree – while Kal danced around them barking excitedly. Nell watched them with joyful delight, after the year they had endured it was nice to see her husband and son still keeping their happiness.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

i’m tryna vibe into the christmas season which i know you hate, so spin me a yarn w the dastardly boy mr sackler buying presents for us. 🥰

@maybe-your-left HOW DARE YOU PUT XMAS SHIT IN MY INBOX I HATE IT SO MUCH. But for Sackler, I guess I can get... Creative.. Plz take a gander at these THOTS I have about our boi and his dirty ass mind. 

- Sackler isn’t a really patient person, to begin with, so Xmas shopping is a combination of stressful and manic for him. 

- After walking into every single goddamn store in New York, he got a brilliant idea... who needed fuckin’ presents when you had the best gift of them all? HIS BIGASS COCK WRAPPED UP IN A FUCKIN’ BOW LIKE THE PRETTY BOI HE WAS. 

- He B-lined it home, grabbing red ribbon and some tape for extra good measure, to become the gift that kept on giving... and BOY were you in for a surprise that evening. 

- He waited around until about fifteen minutes before you’d be stumbling in the door from work, exhausted as all hell from the insane day at the office. 

- He stripped himself down into his birthday suit (or Xmas suit as he referred to it during the holidays) and wrapped his pretty pecker like the fuckin’ gift it was... running out of ribbon because of it’s... GIRTH 👀.

- When Adam seemed satisfied with the wrapping he’d done, making sure to pump his cock in his hand gently to make it nice and stiff for your arrival. 

-Thinking of you, tied to the bed in the very ribbon he’d used, naked and starving to be stuffed like an Xmas stocking, writhing under him to spray his seed over your jiggling tits... Ya, ‘that makes him nice and hard’, he thought glancing with a smirk at the clock, moving over to the tree, laying like Burt Reynolds to show off his endowment. 

- And just in time too as the keys jingled in the lock of the apartment door, signaling your arrival. 

- You trudged in, holding your purse, a brown grocery bag, and your phone up to your ear, speaking to your sister as you shut the door with your heeled boot behind you, “no, God, please tell me she’s not coming to dinner,” you whined into the phone, not even paying attention to the large gift under your tree as you set your effects on the table. 

- “Fuck!” you rubbed your eyes, listening to her drone on about who was going to be coming for Xmas Eve dinner, glancing over to see if you had enough wine to keep you satisfied while your family would crowd your shared apartment. 

- “Hold on, sis,” covering your hand with the phone to look over the back of the couch, eyes going wide as you saw the majesty before you, “I-I’m gonna call you back,” hanging the phone up to click your heels over to Sackler and his display. 

- “Why, hello there babe!” grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your legs at the warming sensation developing in your panties, “what the hell is this?” gesturing to his Eiffel Tower dick wrapped crudely in tape and ribbon. 

- “It’s my gift to you, kid!” smirking as he rubbed his heavy balls, staring you down like an animal, “couldn’t think of anything better than 25 days of dick!” he yelled out, jumping up to wrap your waist in a large hug, kissing your open neck as you took his hulking figure in. 

- “You gonna let me unwrap it, babe? It looks kinda suffocated!” chuckling as you pushed him playfully off your body. 

- “Kid, you can do whatever you want with it,” giggling back as he gripped your cheeks, kissing your lips a few times, “it’s the gift that keeps on giving all year!” smacking your ass as you led him back to the bedroom. 

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OH NO! DID I COCK TEASE YOU LIKE YOU DO ME ALL THE FUCKIN’ TIME? YES, I DID MERRY FUCKIN’ XMAS I LOVE YOU, SISSY! 🖤

[whiskehorange]

Under the Mistletoe

It’s that time of year, so here is the Christmas Special you all deserve for my absence since a month ago & for the few days past Xmas that I didn’t have a charger! I hope you all have a Merry Christmas (or whatever tickles your fancy!) and a Happy New Year!

Jason

The Tree: 

You’ve got the widest array of large evergreen trees right in your front yard, so when you hear a large thump at your front door, that’s just Jason and the biggest tree you’ve ever seen. If you focus one the bottom half of the tree, he’ll get the top, and once the two of you are finished, he’ll raise you up so the both of you can put the star where it belongs!

The Baking:

Boy oh boy does this boy love to bake with you. Mainly focused on the decorating, the frosting, the sprinkles, and everything in between, you better hope you have enough baking sheets to fulfill the hundreds of sugar coated Christmas cookies Jason wants to make with you.

The Mistletoe:

A blushing madman whenever you happen to catch him under it. Of course, he’ll never deny a kiss from you, but it just makes him to soft and warm inside. Eventually, he’ll build up the courage to drag you over to the mistletoe and give you a dedicated kiss.

Michael

The Tree:

Like Jason, save the top of the tree for Michael to decorate, if you have one. He probably won’t go out of his way to buy you a tree or even hack you one down, but will make due with whatever his mother left up in the attic. You’ve got plenty of halloween decorations to put on the tree though...

The Baking:

Michael, baking? You’ve got a long day ahead of you. Good luck trying to get him to stay put to help with anything let alone him actually knowing what the fuck he’s doing. If you need any cookies or goodies cut up or diced, he’s your man. But you’ll notice cookies here and there missing from the dish every once in a while.

The Mistletoe:

Avoids it like the plague. Will purposefully walk the long way to avoid walking from under it. You’ll have to put it some where sneaky, like right in the back door and catch him when he walks in. Even then, he’ll give a defeated sigh and eventually give in, picking you up and letting you smother him.

Bubba

The Tree:

Yes! Yes! Yes! Get this boy in the decorating and party planning committee! It’s something nice for the two of you to do and boy does he love decorating. While most of the ornaments mights be bone fragments and other... spare parts, he’s pretty proud of the outcome. But just wait until he gets ahold of the tinsel. It’ll be draped across everything.

The Baking:

Don’t fret about not having any ingredients for yummy treats, everything you could ever imagine is here! And of course, so is Bubba. Decorating and topping off all of the cookies and treats is his favorite part, and he’s going to eventually make his own batch by himself all for you!

The Mistletoe:

It’s hung in  e v e r y  door frame, and he knows when you walk under one, no matter how quiet you’re walking.

Thomas

The Tree:

He’s always wanted a legit Christmas, but with Hoyt being such a grinch, he never has the chance. But Thomas finds everything about the traditions you show him to be so wonderful. The tree decorating is by far his favorite, even if there isn’t much to hang. Why don’t you both make some!

The Baking:

Oh, you’ve got Luda Mae tickled right to death. It’s one thing that she’s happy to have some time with Tommy to bake, but another to have you helping and shutting down Hoyt’s grouchy ass any time he walks into the kitchen. Thomas might walk out with a few flour prints on his behind, but it’s worth it.

The Mistletoe:

Personally puts it in the door to your bedroom. While he thought about the door to the basement, Hoyt tends to stand there a lot.... and no thanks. So at least now it’s a special place for the two of you to have to yourself!

Billy & Stu

The Tree:

Billy and Stu are definitely the type to get lazy and leave their tree up all year round, but when they do get the chance to decorate, each of you have a different job. Stu gets the lights, Billy on tinsel, and you on ornaments. But you know, most of the lights will end up being wrapped around all three of you, Good luck getting out of that.

The Baking:

Anything that happens in the kitchen turns into a food fight, wet or dry. Christmas music blaring and food flying across like a battlefield. Whatever the three of you end up baking never last a few days either way. From you and Billy taking a few at a time to Stu stuffing them in his pockets, good luck saving any for guests.

The Mistletoe:

Billy typically leave it with one hanging from the most walked through doorway, snaking his arms around your hips from time to time, while Stu always seems to have some stashed in his back pocket. Pucker up buttercup!

Norman

The Tree:

While every suit has their own tiny, simple tree, Norman can’t wait to put up the massive one him and his mother had. It takes a while to fully decorate, especially with some older Christmas music on and the occasional slow dance break the two of you have!

The Baking:

Norman is a decent baker, so he lets you take the lead. Watching over you and taking note of how you make things so he can too. Maybe make a few extra for guests at the front desk? They’ll get a few of the test cookies that don’t come out too good.

The Mistletoe:

Half of the time, he doesn’t notice himself picking through the mail, standing right below the damn thing when you pull him down for a kiss. The stupidest grin sliding across his face as he tries to compose himself.

Hannibal

The Tree:

If Hannibal had it his way, he really wouldn’t decorate that much of his house for the holiday, but if you want to, be his guest! Big tree, little tree, flashy lights, no lights, anything at all and he’s bound to have it up and ready for you to decorate the next day!

The Baking:

He’s more of a cook, but isn’t opposed to doing anything in the kitchen with you. Mainly for when he grabs and puts away things for you. It’s not that he doesn’t think that you can’t put them away, but he’ll just do it. Keep it organized. Besides, you made wonderfully flavorful treats for him to snack on when no one is watching!

The Mistletoe:

Hannibal is, however, very strict in his mistletoe rules. Anytime you walk under it, you MUST kiss him and vise versa. Those things are something that he’ll never overlook in a holiday.

Amanda

The Tree:

She wasn’t too into the idea of all of the decorations and lights, finding herself too busy to do anything, but that would change. It’s pretty therapeutic when she finally gives in to your pleading, especially once the two of you are all done and she can step back and look at something beautiful she’s contributed to. 

The Baking:

Also... not really the biggest fan of baking, but doesn’t mind helping you every once in a while when you need it. Put on some music and maybe she’ll consider icing anything. But she’ll have her hands in the cookies jar from time to time.  

The Mistletoe:

Doesn’t really avoid it all the time, but doesn’t really pay too much attention to it. She loves all of the attention you give her, but won’t ever make it out as though she wants it. She’s gotta keep up that tough girl look! Save the kisses for when the two of you are alone!

Bishop

The Tree:

A tree? Well, he’s never really had a personal one for his lab nor has ever really... participated in Christmas, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t open to celebrating it with you! Bishop fancies the tree the most, wiring up a few lights here and there turns into the whole ship being covered in flashy red and green lights. Thanks Bishop.

The Baking:

Uhm.. not really his strong suit. He’s wired to know basic recipes from rations and what the had, but that didn’t mean that he was particularly good at it. He’s up for learning, of course, so he can retain the information, though! Although, he feels bad he has no benefit to eating what you’ve made, but he’ll force the crew mates to eat them.

The Mistletoe:

Just one hung up is good enough, one in the doorway to his lab. A lot of people walk through there, but the only one he’s concerned about it you.

Nick

The Tree:

He’s such a dad. I mean, just look at him and how he acts. Nick’s like a kid when it comes to decorating and will stay up all night covering the entire house in anything Christmasy he can get his hands on. He’s got the matching ugly sweaters for the two of you to wear while he absolutely destroys the tree in tinsel.

The Baking:

He doesn’t care what you have plans for making, he’s going to eat it and cover it in any frosting he can find. Nick isn’t the worst baker, but he has fun while doing it, so thats what counts. Even when he takes some to Ward he’s got a goofy smile on his face while talking to that grinch.

The Mistletoe:

You can see his ears twitch and his face go red whenever he catches himself under the mistletoe, but thats only when you give him that sly smile and place a hefty shmack right on his lips. Hey, maybe he’ll take some and tease Ward with it.

Arthur

The Tree:

Arthur has the best time doing just about anything with you, no matter what it is. While the two of you might not have the room for the biggest tree, Arthur makes up for it in enthusiasm. It’s simple decoration, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enough!

The Baking:

Arthur’s got some room for improvement. The days of TV dinners and messy dishes are over, so lets get to baking! It makes him feel like a kid again, and boy doesn’t it feel a bit nice to not have a care in the world for a while. The two of you are bound to leave the kitchen with frosting and icing on your faces, but what’s the fun in clean cooking?

The Mistletoe:

He’s a bit bashful just about every time he even looks at the mistletoe hanging there, thinking about how much you really love him. Even a part of him wishing that you really did, that hopefully none of this was a dream, but if it was, he never wants to wake up. But for now, just come and kiss him!

Barbara & Adam

The Tree:

Even in the afterlife, they’ve still kept up all of the decorating and celebrating for the holidays. It something the three of you can do, even Lydia as well! The tree is the greatest asset of it all, only the biggest evergreen sat right in the corner of the living room. Don’t even get me started on how many ornaments they have.

The Baking:

Thats something Barbara takes pride in with you, Adam will just sneak in from time to time and snatch a cookie until one of you catches him and shoos him back into the basement. Barbara has just about every cookie cutter you can imagine, so don’t be afraid to have her bust them out of the cabinets for you.

The Mistletoe:

Those two will be under the mistletoe for hours, going back and forth, laughing and smiling at each other like teenagers. You and Lydia can’t help but just watch and laugh at them, rolling your eyes like you would at your parents. Eventually, when they’re done, the three of you can have your time under the Mistletoe 2.0 (that ones for hugging)!

[therealsehinton]

susan what are your cutest hcs abt the gang i'm v paranoid and am in dire need of cuteness

Okay okay! I'll get right on that for you! Lemme start in order!!!!

Darrel Curtis: he was such a momma's boy and he's always loved cooking, baking is literally one of his passions. During football sophomore year, he pulled something in his leg and couldn't play for the rest of the season. Whenever he would get sad or down in the dumps his mother baked him a little cake and then eventually he joined her, and they made dinners together and deserts and breakfast and he loved it.

Soda: he's always had a love for toy trains, and the Curtis family has this really old mechanical set they bring out every Xmas. They put it around the tree and Soda can honestly just fixate on that for a while, which is weird since he can never focus on anything. He would always have Pony draw them for him and sometimes he has Steve make little trains.

Steve: he's a little engineer. Ever since he was young he would gather scraps and piece them together to make something. Now that he has a job at the DX, he finally has a area to do his lil inventing and it's honestly like his safe space. He goes there whenever he's stressed.

Two-Bit: he loves Mickey Mouse because he would watch it all the time as a kid. When his sister was born he was so excited because now he could indulge in show after show after show and not feel judged by anyone. He would just hold his sister on his lap and stare at the T.V. and play with her. Now he's great with kids 👍.

Dally: we've mentioned this before here, but he loves physical affection and is touch starved, but he tries to hide it because he thinks that's such a wussy side to him. But sometimes he can't help himself, he just likes ruffling his friend's hair and holding them under his arm and pulling them in randomly--Johnny tends to be the victim of this behavior. Also also also, he's a decent singer 😃.

Johnny: he loves poetry so very much. He thinks it's normal English but easier. Pony gets him all these books from the library and they keep them in the Curtis house, sometimes Pony reads to him and sometimes he reads all by himself. He also writes poetry too and it is *chef's kiss*.

Ponyboy: he loves strawberries. Don't ask me why, he just does. He adds them to everything he can like pancakes and cake. They're just the most delicious thing in the world if you ask him. And sometimes, when they had the money his parents would buy strawberries dipped in chocolate and share with him and 👌👌👌👌👌.

[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

Christmas Special: Characters spending Christmas with their S/O

HAPPY HOE-LIDAYS!!!

Christmas morning is happening all around the world, but no matter what you do or don’t celebrate, or how you do or don’t celebrate it, we here at Afterdark hope y’all have a wonderful time! 

The holidays are hard (pun not intended), but please know that if you’ve ever enjoyed a post on this blog, we love you, we appreciate you, and wish you all the best in the world.

Here’s your present!

Trevor

AINT NO CHRISTMAS LIKE A BELMONT FAMILY CHRISTMAS! 

Lights, food, music, more lights!

His whole extended family gets together for this, so expect to be dragged along to many many events throughout the month. 

No pressure about the gift buying though, they're all very practical people and contributing to the food pile is a perfectly acceptable offering. 

You never would have guessed the size if his personal ugly sweater hoard.

And you are less surprised to find his mistletoe belt buckle. 

It's not so much he gets jolly as he and his family honor the traditional route of drinking and feasting. 

He's very shy about his few gifts he gets you though, when you both get to have Christmas Day to yourselves. 

He gets a few necessities, like the soaps you like and socks to replace all the holey ones he tossed behind your back. (The man can have holey underwear but is weirdly specific about socks being intact)

But among them he'll get a cheesy sentimental thing, like a locket his nan thought you'd like or a card with a better poem than he has any right to be able to write. 

With the rest of the month having been crazy, this day he wants to spend with you, in pjs, nibbling on leftovers and watching movies. 

Begs you not to get sexy santa lingerie because he really doesn't need to be reminded of his family while fucking you that night. 

Adrian 

He can enjoy the sentimentality of the season, but you can see him roll his eyes at gaudy Christmas displays. 

He sees mistletoe in doorways less as an opportunity for a grand romantic gesture and more of a game. 

How many seconds does it take him to go from noticing to smooching your face?

You have the suspicion he might also be so quick about it because he wants to make sure there's no window of opportunity for anyone else to come in.

He offers to spend the holiday with your family if you prefer, his parents aren't sticklers about the exact day you visit. 

He uses the cold weather as an excuse to be ten times more cuddly than normal.  Obviously he just doesn't want you to catch a cold. Obviously…

Kid damn near forgets to buy gifts. 

He's just so used to getting things as you need them he forgot to actually hold anything back to the holiday. 

He does get cheeky with them though, adding things like "Christmas Edition" naughty dice next to your favorite candy. 

Hey, the point of the holidays is to have fun, right?

Sypha

Caroling, caroling, caroling- Sypha it is literally December 1st.

Expect there to be music playing through the house 24/7 of a wide range of genres.

While her family has always spent extra care to teach each other about the variety of celebrations during the winter months they would settle on Christmas as the day to actually get together. Work schedules and all. 

Has much more fun with Christmas activities than gifts or food. Sledding, building snowmen, watching movies, quality time is huge for her. 

Her family has such a variety of ways to spend the holiday she has to ask you exactly what your family might expect of her if you visit. 

Very much a getter of "us" gifts. Fancy coffee for us to try,  a new toaster for us to use, spa passes for us to go to tomorrow. 

When things boil down she's a bit glum, knowing most people will go back to being less kind without the holidays and a looming hint to be nice. 

But she can't stay sad for long with you to be with her until next Christmas. 

Hector

December always sneaks up on him, you can tell by the eye rolling when he hears the music in the stores change overnight.

Not digging the cold much, but he will risk freezing to avoid the gaudy Xmas sweaters. 

Snowflakes are fine, he draws the line at lights and tinsel. 

You can tell he gets a little salty about a lot of people only acting nice during this month but he can't stay sour when he sees you glow under the lights strung up between street lights. 

Spends extra time at the animal shelters, helping them bring critters in from the cold and he donates all the blankets and pillows he can grab from second hand stores. 

He's not a huge gift giver, but if there's something specific you've been eyeing he'll go out of his way to make sure you don't get it for yourself.

Is the YouTube boyfriend who gets you the puppy/kitten you've been looking at online,  minus actually filming it. 

He also loves making a big Christmas Eve meal,  even if it's just the two of you,  and then having delicious leftovers for days after. 

Isaac

Probably the one who needs the most persuading to be…"jolly".

No Christmas sweaters, no Christmas music, any carolers are getting a door shut in their face. 

He finds it the biggest spit in the face for people to think being jolly for 25 days undoes all of the cruelties of the world.

But you discover he has a soft spot for decorations, especially the lights. 

He likes the handcrafted ornaments and the reflection of people's personalities in how they arrange their homes. 

But of course he won't discourage you from enjoying the season, he just has trouble doing it himself. 

When it comes to gifts he's very simple,  minimal wrapping, but he does make a little game of it.

Why put everything under a tree when you can find small tokens of his affection by the coffee mugs, on your nightstand, maybe in the pantry?

He cuts off the baking early in the month though once he notices the slightest tightness to his belt. 

He can't say no to your cooking, clearly this isn't his fault!

Dracula

Is he a scrooge? Not… exactly. 

He gets testy about the hypocrisy of a celebrity holiday turned commercial and the religious overtones and the worst version of "Santa Baby" to be released in his lifetime which he always thought was a garbage song in the first place-

But for you he can suck it up. 

He always gets confused at how people with wish him a Merry Christmas for things like holding doors during December, even though he does that year round. 

To be honest he'll follow your leads, not carrying many traditions with him. 

You like big family gatherings? Sure, he can bring the roast beef or honey ham for the crowd. You want to hide away and drink peppermint schnapps in hot chocolate watching horror movies? Strange approach but whatever makes you happy. 

He won't buy a ton of gifts, but the one thing he has a weakness for is holiday lingerie. It is perhaps the one thing he could argue that pays tribute to the original holiday practices, fucking. 

It's gaudy and can be ripped apart easily but replacing it is what next Christmas is for.

Lisa 

You can guess by the boxes upon boxes labeled "XMAS" living in the attic that there's some serious decorating that's gonna happen December 1st.

Lights everywhere, giving a little ray of hope and magic. At least that's how she will describe the effect she wants her elaborate display to have. 

No religious symbols, since she wants the feelings of goodwill to be broader in scope. 

She'll drag you outside to browse other people's displays, squeezing your hand and pulling you close and she gets lost in the glittering lights. 

She doesn't push much for the family get togethers, she likes to keep things intimate and personal with you. 

Movies, going ice skating, just taking the time to appreciate being together. 

Which means she's a hell of an accurate gift giver, always finding the exact thing you need without you having to ask for it. 

She also does a loooot of baking. She does donate a lot of it, and will give it to carolers if they come by, but you might need to step in to tell her that you have no more room in the fridge or pantry for all of the goodies. 

Godbrand

The whole of December was quiet...too quiet. 

Sure he was up to his usual hijinks, but not really feeding into the holiday theme.

Aside from the stash of eggnog in the fridge and gigantic bottle of rum to go with it. 

You would've thought he'd completely ignored the tree aside from a few baubles that got rearranged. 

Then Christmas Eve rolls around and he's full ugly sweater, glitter and lights in his beard, sack of gifts over his shoulder,  "Ho ho ho Merry FUCKING Christmas!" 

Apparently he doesn't think much of wasting the whole month being half assed when he can go balls to the walls in one night. 

Spoils the fuck out of any kids in either of your families. 

Once your home alone, expect the whole ribbon on his dick, sexy Santa ready to "cum down your chimney" bit.

Is it gaudy and ridiculous as fuck? Yes.

But he'd rather be over the top for you than make you think he just hadn't cared at all. 

-Mod Soviet

[palmviolet]

for the xmas prompts, what about jim somehow forgets to get el an xmas gift so he rushes over to melvald’s (maybe bc it’s the only place open at the time??) and he sees a customer being a douche to joyce so he kicks their ass out. Ofc she teases the hell out of him for acting so macho about it and helps him find a little something for el in the store

done!! thanks for the prompt :)

(check off my) christmas list - continued under the cut, or read on AO3

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Hopper’s good mood had - to put it mildly - abruptly swirled down the drain with the sight of the Wheeler kid proudly trotting out of the just-closing mall, laden with bags and proclaiming to all, “I found a gift for El!”

This would be all well and good, of course, since at least Mike was a good enough boyfriend (Hopper still shuddered at the term) to buy his girlfriend a Christmas present, except now somehow Hopper was the shitty guy here. The shitty father, who forgot to get his daughter a gift and now it was goddamn fucking Christmas Eve.

So now-

Now he was tearing down Main Street in the Blazer with the heater on full blast - it was snowing, for Christ’s sake, couldn’t they have a mild Christmas just once in their lives - desperately looking for something, anything, and trying not to feel too shitty about himself in the process. Seven o’clock on Christmas Eve and he’d only just remembered to get his daughter a Christmas present. Some stellar parenting right there, huh.

The radio was blasting Sinatra’s Christmas album, which wasn’t helping his mood, and after swerving around a nasty patch of black ice he was just about to concede defeat when he spotted, shining with a neon Christmas tree out front like a helpful, handy beacon, Melvald’s.

It was better than nothing.

Almost unconsciously, certainly foolishly, he checked his appearance in the mirror before heading out. Smoothed down his hair and tried to look less like the crazed parent who forgot to buy his daughter a gift.

“Hey, Joyce,” he said as he breezed in, bringing with him a gust of cold air at which she visibly shivered.

“Hey,” she said, tugging the sleeves of her turtleneck down a little further against the cold. “Bit late to be shopping, isn’t it? Christmas Eve and all.”

He smiled and tried not to let it be too rueful. “Just needed to grab some wrapping paper and stuff.” (Lie.)

“Well, you know where it is,” she said, voice a little quiet, a little weary, and he peered at her closer. Her eyes were tired, half-closed, the tip of her nose faintly red. She was leaning back against the shelf behind the till like she didn’t want to be here, and honestly? He didn’t blame her. It was Christmas Eve.

Deciding to stop and distract her properly when he’d solved the imminent El problem, he headed down the aisle and stared a little furiously at the almost-empty shelves. Yeah, he definitely left this way too late. Even Melvald’s was running out of stock.He glanced desperately back at Joyce. On the one hand, she knew his daughter almost as well as he did at this point, and knew the stocks at Melvald’s even better. He couldn’t really not ask her, but at the same time he really, really didn’t want to. He was already failing at this parenting thing in Mike’s, El’s, and his own eyes. Joyce was one of the few people who still looked at him with any respect, and he couldn’t bear to see it replaced with disappointment.

As he continued to scan the shelves the bell dinged with the entrance of another customer, a sound he barely registered over the festive crooning of Connie Francis. He heard Joyce’s quiet, polite, “Hi, how can I help?” and smiled a little at how un-Joyce it sounded. Remembered how long it had taken her to perfect her customer service smile, back when she was working her summer job in high school. She eventually got fired, he recalled, for cussing out a customer who, in her defence, was being an asshole. Times had changed, but her sailor’s mouth hadn’t - at least, when she wasn’t at work or around the kids.

Which is why, when he heard her abrupt exclamation of “Fuck!”, he looked up sharply. She was slowly straightening up from behind the counter, which was showered in beer and brown shards of glass, looking with more than a little trepidation at the customer who’d obviously thrown it.

“Hey!” Hopper shouted, all composure lost. He strode over furiously. “What the hell was that?”

“Hop, it was an accident,” Joyce said, her eyes dark and large and pleading with him not to make a scene.

The guy was staring between his hand and the counter in confusion, as if he couldn’t make the connection between the broken bottle and his now-empty hand. “I- I wanted some horns.” He pointed at the stack of headbands with reindeer antlers for sale by the side of the counter.

Joyce seemed to be fighting a smile, which only angered Hopper further. “How about you get outta here fast, huh, before you wind up spending Christmas Eve in the drunk tank. Public intoxication’s a crime, y’know. Could get you a thousand bucks’ fine and jail time too.”

“Hop,” she tried again, but he didn’t look at her. The guy wasn’t moving, just standing there and swaying gently from side to side.

“Alright, that’s it.” Hopper grabbed him by the arm and propelled him towards the door. He loudly protested the whole way, but remained limp in Hopper’s grip, putting up no fight whatsoever. “Go home,” he said as he turfed him out into the snow. “Sober up. It’s only seven, for Christ’s sake.”

“Christ!” the guy said, as he rolled over in the snow in an attempt to stand up and succeeded only in covering his clothes in it. “Christ, y’know, because it’s Christ-mas. Ha. Funny. That’s funny.” His speech dissolved into mumbling but he gradually stumbled to his feet and swayed off down the street. Hopper watched him go with his arms crossed, less angry now than exasperated. Finally he turned back into the store to find Joyce looking at him, eyes bright.

“Did you really have to do that?” she asked, as she found some paper towels and started clearing up the mess.

“Do what?” Hopper asked, momentarily distracted by the way her hair had fallen just so, to throw her cheekbones into relief.

“Y’know, public intoxication’s a crime.” She put her arms on her hips as she spoke, deepening her voice in what was obviously a mockery of him. She raised an eyebrow as she fell back into her usual posture. “He dropped a bottle, Hop.”

“Yeah, but he could’ve hit you.” His voice was maybe unnecessarily gruff. “And it is a crime.”

She rolled her eyes at him before going to pick up a shard of glass. He suddenly took in exactly was she was doing. He rushed forward and pushed her hands away before she could, and heard her sigh. “For God’s sake, Hop, I’m not a child. I can clean up some glass.”

He felt his cheeks heat up and he stepped back, already missing the warm contact with her skin. “Sorry.” He stared at her as she piled up the shards and wrapped them in paper, before crouching down behind the counter, clearly going for the ones on the floor. He rounded it and watched her accusingly. “You’re not even gonna use a dustpan?”

She stopped and looked up at him through narrowed eyes, but he could see a faint smile playing on her lips. “How about you go get me one, then, if you’re so keen to protect me?”

“Where is it?”

“Store room at the back, on the floor by the door.”

He followed her instructions and found the dustpan and brush where she’d said, before looking around the store room with interest and faint dismay. It was cramped and dark - but he could see a whole shelf of the child-oriented gifts that had been missing from out front. Maybe there was hope for him after all. But he hurried back out instead of looking further, because he knew if he took too long Joyce would go back to using her bare hands to pick up the glass, probably gleefully flouting his concern.

“Here,” he said, handing the dustpan to her and watching with satisfaction as she finished cleaning up, safely.

“Thank you, Mom,” she grumbled as she stood up and dusted herself off. “Since when were you this… I don’t even know what you are.”

He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as he could, feeling his cheeks color again. “Just looking out for you, is all. Doing my job, right?”

She sent him a withering look. “So your job includes protecting me from broken inanimate objects, as well as violent criminals? It’s a wonder you get anything done, if you spend all day fetching helpless store clerks dustpans.” She was smiling brightly now, and for a moment he realised the stark contrast to her earlier weariness. She was laughing at him, that was clear, but at least he’d lightened her mood.

“Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He doffed an imaginary cap and bowed, and she laughed out loud.

“Whatever would I do without you, my gallant protector?” She proffered a hand and without even thinking he bent to kiss it, his lips gentle on her skin. Then he began to freak the fuck out when she giggled lightly and he looked up to find her blushing too.

He cleared his throat and stepped back to prevent himself doing something irreversible and stupid. “So- um-”

“Um,” she said, and he couldn’t tell if she too was feeling the awkwardness or if she was just teasing him again.

“That extra stock you have in the back room, is that- um, is that for sale?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why?” she asked, voice suspicious.

“Well- I- You didn’t have any wrapping paper I liked,” he tried, weakly. She shook her head at him and moved to the front of the store, flipping around the sign so it read Closed. “What- what are you doing?”

“Closing. Store is closed. Sorry.”

He stared at her. “What?”

She shrugged, face perfectly serious. “It’s Christmas Eve. Time for me to go home. Guess you’ll have to get your wrapping paper elsewhere.”

“No- you can’t!” He began to panic. Melvald’s was his last resort- nowhere else was open- El would never forgive him-

Her expression cracked into a smirk and he drooped with relief. “I’ll close up after you’re done. If,” she continued, and he glared at her, “you tell me what you’re looking for and why you’re so desperate to get it. Because it clearly isn’t wrapping paper.”

“It is-” he started. She began to put her coat on. “No! Wait! Fine. Fine, it isn’t wrapping paper.”

She turned and looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

“It’s- it’s a Christmas present for El.” He looked at the floor. “Yes, I’m a terrible father, yes, I’ve ruined Christmas, how could I do this, I had one job, et cetera, et cetera. Can we just find a gift, please?”

She was silent for a moment and he risked meeting her eyes. She didn’t look mad, or disappointed. None of what he thought she’d say looked to be on her tongue. “Okay,” she just said.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. Sure, it’s not great from a parenting perspective, but you’re here now, right? And you haven’t been her dad for long. You’re not used to thinking about it.”

He could hardly believe his ears. Joyce Byers, the mother to end all mothers, excusing his forgetfulness? Letting him off scot-free?

“How about we look for something now, and next year you make it up to her with something really special, huh? How about that?”

He bit his lip. “Okay.” She smiled and turned away, starting for the store room, but he caught her arm. “Joyce- thank you.”

She furrowed her brow. “What for?”

“Well, for everything. Helping me out with her. Not just now, but this whole time. It’s- it’s been a while since I was, y’know, a dad. And it’s harder alone. So you-” He swallowed. He had no idea how to finish that sentence. Something about her being a godsend, except that would sound wrong. Or a Christmas angel - and he laughed, silently, because of how ridiculous that was.

She smiled softly and touched his arm, a touch at which he shivered. “You’ve done great with her, Hop, really. And yeah, I can’t say I haven’t helped, but still. You’re her dad. I’m just there if you need me.” Her smile widened. “Now, let’s go find a gift for her so she doesn’t disown you as a father.”

In the end they emerged victorious with a stuffed reindeer which she was probably too old for but would like anyway, he knew, and a sixties-music-themed calendar for the next year, since they’d discovered that was her favorite era - or at least the one she always had on repeat. Joyce had flicked through absently and smirked at one page, the month of June. It was a large picture of Marilyn Monroe, who probably didn’t belong with sixties music, but it was a cheap calendar.

“Remember you used to have a crush on her, back in high school?”

He had scoffed. “No, I didn’t. All the other boys did, but I didn’t. My big crush was Audrey Hepburn, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Classy kid, weren’t you?”

He’d just looked at her and tried not to think too hard about the similarity of dark hair, small frame, massive pretty eyes.

He waited for her as she locked up, staring out across the street with his shoulders hunched against the cold. The drunkard was long gone, hopefully to bed rather than to pass out in an alley somewhere. Then he really would be Hopper’s problem.

Finally she was done and she stepped up beside him, glancing up at him as her breath fogged in the air. “Well, goodnight,” she said. Her tone was awkward, almost expectant. He felt bizarrely like they’d been on a date.

“Goodnight,” he said, but didn’t move. He took a deep breath, before opening his mouth to speak-

And Joyce beat him to it. “Are we gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” He felt wrongfooted, despite the fact that he’d been about to suggest the same thing. The surety of her tone, the casual nature of the invite sent his mind reeling.

“Yeah, tomorrow. Well, unless you’re working. Y’know, protecting the good citizens of Hawkins from those villainous shards of glass.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know, I think they’ll be safe for a few hours. Shouldn’t leave them too long, though. Those beer bottles really are nefarious.”

“I’m surprised you know what that means,” she murmured with a smile in her voice and he scowled down at her, only half meaning it.

“You’re surprised at a lot tonight.”

“You’re surprising.” She bit her lip and he tried not to let his stare linger there too long. “So, tomorrow? Come after lunch. I have enough trouble cooking without having to do it for two extra people.”

He nodded. “We’ll be there.”

-and then his brain short circuited as she leaned up and pressed a brief, gentle kiss to his lips. She moved away just as quick, smiling shyly. “Merry Christmas, Hop,” she whispered, before turning away towards her car.

He stared after her, fingers reaching up and ghosting over his lips. “Merry Christmas,” he repeated, half in wonder and half in reply. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who could be surprising.

[suicidalcatz]

DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 14

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6 ; Chap 7 ; Chap 8 ; Chap 9 ; Chap 10 ; Chap 11 ; Chap 12 ; Chap 13

Masterlist : Here

AN : Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, I’m super excited about this chapter, you’ll know why soon! Starting from now I rushed things a bit because I figured you’ll get impatient by now (47 pages with this chapter). This takes place just after the end of Part 13 ! Please please tell me what you thought of it, I’m excited to read your comments! On a sad note, I’m late on my chapters so I won’t be able to keep the rythmn of 2 updates per week. Thank you for all your love and support it warms my heart and pushes me to always do my best !

Chapter 14 : Is this your gift ?

The evening went on pleasantly, as always when we were together. Mandy told us about her making out with a boy at New Year's Eve and awful uncle jokes at Christmas. Josh shared more embarrassing highschool stories from the time he was a theater kid, that Jake obviously wasn't aware of until now. The long haired guitarist seemed to feel better now, or at least his mind was focusing on something else than his breakup, adding his contribution to Josh's anecdotes and laughing alongside us when his brother shared some shameful memories of him. Both of us were tightly wrapped on a blanket after having dried ourselves the best we could. I could still feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my skin in an uncomfortable way, whereas Jake didn't bother further with his damp shirt and had completely removed it for a new one. It was his room after all. And just for the record, the knowing smile Josh had given me when his brother was shirtless had been enough to prevent me from peaking.

When night dusked on us, the boys not only decided to serve eggnog and hot tea/coffee to keep us warm, but also to get their respective guitars out of their cases, owning surprised glances from Mandy and I.

- Do you own a guitar, Josh ?

- Now I know last time I said playing the guitar wasn't one of my many talents, but with the help of Jakey here, he gestured, I think it's safe to say it is now.

- Yeah let's not get ahead of ourselves here, added the brunette.

Sitting on the carpet with my cup of hot tea/coffee warming my hands and the blanket still on my shoulders, I let my back rest against Jake's bed while intently watching him place his accoustic guitar on his thighs, making sure it was in tune. Seeing Josh study his brother while imitating him like a good student made me smile, it was a cute sight. He was very serious about it, they both were about music, there was no denying that. The boys must've played this song before because no one exchanged a word on what they were about to play and yet when Jake whispered « 1, 2, 3, 4... » and began playing, Josh joined in the soft and slow melody, letting it caress our ears. The cosy atmosphere instantly put me at ease, the warmth and softness of the blanket in addition to the boys playing together was about to lull me to sleep. It was Jake's singing voice that put me out of my drowse. Similar to his brother yet lower and rougher, less experienced and more hesitant. His eyes stayed on his guitar strings when he sang the first lyrics of John Lennon's Happy Xmas, while I kept watching him, mouth slightly agape. Josh joined in, his singing experience more fitted to sing the acute and angelic's choir part, as he continued to glance at his brother's fingers dancing on the strings to make sure he was doing it right. The boy looked so proud by the end of the song, biting his lip with an expecting glance that made Mandy and I applaud and congratulate him.

- Okay, you're making me blush, let's listen to some music !

As time went by, Josh was getting a little bit too excited about the gifts under the tree. Like a child, he would pass by it multiple times, eyes hypnotized by the colorful wrapping paper and the ribbons on top, trying to guess what was inside. It's when Jake had finally enough of seeing him circle around them like a Christmas vulture (his words, not mine) that he declared it was time for us to exchange presents. And as I should've known, Josh was more excited about Mandy and I receiving our gifts than the other way around. He wanted to see our faces so much he had prepared his polaroïd camera for the occasion. Was it that good ? His eagerness and enthusiasm got into me and I could barely wait for him to be ready when he handed us both a small, messily wrapped, rectangular package. Once he was crouching in front of us with his face glued to the camera, Josh announced for us to start unwrapping. Decorating gifts really wasn't part of his qualifications. Everything fell apart when I pulled the ribbon, the paper opening its folds around my hand like a flower, delicately displaying the present in its heart. It was a black, red and green CD titled Greta Van Fleet, the name of their band. Seeking answers, my head shot up to Josh flashing my confused figure, while Jake simply smiled behind his cup of tea.

- You guys it's an album... W-When ? How ?

- Just to be clear, it's not a big deal, clarified Jake.

Josh put his camera aside, his bashful look glancing up from Mandy to me, before nervously scratching the back of his neck.

- Remember when you said you wanted to hear our songs again ? Well we had planned to record ourselves someday anyway so these are for you.

My heart instantly began to grow warm as a large grin spread itself on my lips, eyes fixated on the CD, the design of it, and the songs' titles. It made me so incredibly happy and giggly that they had thought about it, and took the time to make a copy for Mandy and I. And I was so proud of them for being so passionate about their music. Even if Jake made clear it wasn't anything official nor important, it still was so effing cool to hold their first album into my  own two hands. I couldn't wait to listen to it, and put the tracks on my phone to keep me company during my mornings in the workshop.

- Thank you so much, I smiled before hugging them both.

- How can you even find the time to record an album ? On a Christmas Holiday !

Mandy's comment made them laugh, but she was right, the boys couldn't stay home without something to do, or so it seemed. We didn't define a particular order for the gifts so Mandy offered hers after Josh, throwing a small and soft package to him, and handing the heavy one that was Jake's. Colorful kneesocks and a bottle of whisky, which they didn't wait to try on, of course. Josh immediately got into the kitchen to change to shorts so we could see his socks, and Jake poured himself a glass of whisky, switching between his two glasses.

- Okay doll, your turn.

- So, just in case you were wondering, Mandy and I already exchanged gifts because we saw each other during the holidays, I explained while handing them both a neatly wrapped package. So these are yours.

Seeing the boys squeeze and shake the gifts to try and figure what was inside made me more nervous than I had anticipated. I looked sheepish, in the middle of the room, sitting on the ground with my butt on my ankles, patiently waiting for them to stop with the suspenseful atmosphere and just rip the paper off their gifts. Josh was the first to give in to curiosity and was in my arms the next moment, thanking me for the gloves. It seemed like my friend and I raised the same concern about Josh's winter attire. Like he did with her, the boy kissed my cheek before trying them on, while Mandy took pictures, letting the polaroïd photos fall on the comfy carpet. Turning my head to Jake sitting on his bed, I couldn't really decipher his expression. A tiny black box was open in his hand, eyes caressing the ring on it like he wouldn't dare touching it. Suddenly feeling bashful, I understood it was time for me to explain myself regarding my choice of gifts, so I stood up, and carefully took place next to him.

- You forgot your rings at my dorm the other day, I said softly. I always see you wearing tons of them, so I figured I'd take this opportunity to buy you a new one... and also because the black one fell behind the fridge and I can't get it.

A small, nervous giggle escaped my throat. I wanted him to know that, like their album, it wasn't a big deal. I hadn't given it much thought when I chose to buy him a ring, there was no promise nor engagement behind it, just... Me thinking he would like another one of those. Or did I ?  Interromping my rambling, Jake's hand squeezed my thigh and his eyes found mine, face affectionate, smile warm.

- Thank you. I love it.

My face grew uncomfortably hot as we just stared at each other, with his long calloused fingers resting on my knee, long enough for me to start squirming on the bed. This sudden proximity was already making me a nervous wreck, so I abruptly stood up, nearly knocking my head on Josh's bed in the process.

- Right, your rings, here.

Opening his hand, I placed the three of them in it, enjoying the feeling of my fingers caressing his, before turning on my heels to get another drink. The other two must've noticed, because in the corner of my eye I saw them exchanging a knowing yet skittish glance. And I didn't even wanted to think about what these gremlins were up to, not that I had the time to do so anyway because it was Jake's turn to get on his feet and grab his paper bag, placing thin boxes in Mandy and I's hands.  Already knowing what he bought my roommie, I waited a bit to see her reaction when opening the box. And her reaction to the jewelry was great, she screamed excitedly, jumped and hugged Jake in a tight embrace but... I kept staring at the silver bracelet Josh was tying for her while confusion swept over me. It wasn't the one he had chosen.

- Won't you open yours ?

Jake's low voice was in my ear, making it instantly redden as if every part of my body agreed to fall under his charm. Doe eyed and taken aback by his sudden closeness, Jake’s hands found mine, making them slide on the smooth material, guiding them to open the box, glancing up at me when they did, studying my reaction. When my eyes landed on the gift, the thumping of my heart was so loud I got scared for a second he could hear me. It was the necklace he bought the other day. Even more confused, I searched in his brown pupils for an answer I didn't receive, fingertips shakily holding the box.

- Do you want me to put it on for you ?, his husky voice murmured.

Maybe my body went on auto pilot mode because the next thing I knew, his fingertips delicately put my hair back and caressed the sensitive skin of my neck to attach the purple necklace, his hair tickling me in the process. Jake took a moment to admire the sight in front of him, a smile on his face.

- I was right, it looks good on you.

- Thank you, I murmured, feeling shy.

It was all too overwelming. The present, our newfound intimacy, his gaze scrutinizing me, his breakup... It made me feel several ways all at once, something I wasn't quite ready for, and hadn't expected when I came here to party with friends. Josh must've known about the Mina situation because he didn't interfere once this evening, letting us grow accustomed to each other's presence, trying to test the waters like two strays encountering each other in the purest way imaginable. Like we were meeting for the first time. And while we kept looking into each other's eyes for an unspoken truth, the sound of music woke us from our transe. Josh had begun chanting along the slow song, quietly but confidently, sharing the joint he had lit up with Mandy, taking her hand in his, making her sway gently in the room.

Stars shining bright above you,

Night breezes seem to whisper « I love you ».

Birds singing in the sycamore trees,

Dream a little dream of me.

We watched them dance in silence in the dimmed lit room before Jake offered me his hand, the ring I had bought him reflecting the candles' light, shining bright. I gave him mine, and his arm found its way in the small of my back, pressing our bodies closer to each other, eyes never leaving mine. My dress was still a little bit damp, but he didn't seem to care, more engrossed in making me sway smoothly than everything else. And my whole being was so captivated by him that I couldn't care less about anything else happening around us. We were in our own little bubble, Josh's voice the only thing reminding us we weren't the only two people in the world. I didn't know how long it lasted, probably 3 to 4 minutes, the lenght of the song, but my eyes kept looking at him, lost in the brown ocean of his pupils. His embrace kept me warm, both inside and out, and I couldn't help a sheepish grin from adorning my features, showcasing the blush on my cheeks. Too absorbed himself, Jake sometimes bumped against furniture, or tripped on the carpet, but then we smiled, and continued dancing. I could tell we both were at ease with each other, his touch felt natural, like our skins were meant to connect. It made me think of the last time we were here together, on his bed, sharing our knowledge about stars and comets. The only star I could see now was him, shining oh so bright just in front of me, beautiful.

It all came to a stop when the song ended, filling the room with silence. Our eye contact continued, intense and questionning, as we got back to Earth, arms still tangled together. From afar, I could hear Josh changing the record, talking to Mandy, but everything seemed like a distant mumble to my ears.

- Would you mind ?

It was Josh, shaking us awake, making us hurriedly let go of each other as if we just realized what was going on. We were still baffled when he took Jake by the shoulders to move us away from the desk, opening the drawers in need of something all of a sudden.

- Oh !, exclaimed Mandy.

We all jerked our heads to her, hiding her giggles behind her hand in a girly way. Josh followed, an awfully wide toothy grin stretching his lips. Jake, like me, looked positively confused. Was my dress damaged ? Did I fuck up and didn't realize ? Like he had thought the same, the long haired boy looked at me, without finding anything, before Josh took place next to Mandy, backed against the drawer holding the records, joint in hand. Mine raised in a questionning manner, not understanding why they were serving us the big mischevious smirks.

As an answer, Josh slowly pointed his index to the ceiling. Mistletoe.

- You know the rule.

My whole body shook with embarrassment, not knowing how Jake would react and not really wanting to know either. Refusing to meet his gaze, I kept mine fixated on the ground while he studied the branch hanging out from a string, dangling above our heads like it was mocking us. Oh how I always hated those situations. All of them including a cute boy that would probably refuse to kiss me, without sparing me the shame of his rejection. I had to cut this awkward moment short.

- We're not forced, I murmured, if you don't want to then I-

- Who says I don't want to ?

That left me mouth agape. Jake didn't let my brain any time to process any of these informations before placing a hand to my jaw, brushing away the hair from my face, watching me carefully, silently asking for permission. My eyelids fluttered shut before I could even think, and in an instant, a soft and warm touch covered my lips, making me sigh deeply, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. My hand found his cheek at the same time his caressed the spot behind my ear, and his scent filled my nostrils. My heart was about to leap from my ribcage, and the simple sensation of his lips against mine made my knees turn to jelly. My head was filled with fireworks. I felt so small and vulnerable yet so safe in his arms, I never wanted for it to stop. During several seconds, we shared a chaste kiss, that lasted maybe more than was initially intentionned. Slowly, painfully so, I felt Jake's soft lips separating from their playmates, sighing, as we shared a shaky breath, opening our eyes to discover the other's face. I could tell in his gaze that something had clicked. His eyes were staring at me behind heavy lids, a sparkle I never saw before twinkling, watching me as if he was rediscovering me all over again while Bruce Springsteen's Fire played softly in the background.

You say you don't love me

But you can't hide your desire

When we kiss

Ooh... Fire.

[paulieshore]

Mystic Mess. Xmas

Warnings: Minor fluff, *Story may trigger readers past traumas: please be advised. *

Word Count: 2764

Back ground on (this) Mc:

1.       Mc is foreign nationality, but was born in South Korea. She was given up for adoption at birth really, reason: being a girl. Mc’s biological mother and father were visiting South Korea from Canada on business when her mother went into labour 3 weeks early than expected. Neither of her parents knew of her gender seeing as they were confident, they were only having boys (already had 4). They gave her up because they only wanted boys.

2.       Mc is kept in ICU until she was healthy enough to go into a home, which she is later adopted (age 9months) by a compatible and lovable Korean couple. Mc grows up knowing she is different from the other kids, and obviously aware her parents are not her ‘real’ parents. When Mc is 5 years old, she bluntly asks her parents at dinner one night if she’s adopted. Her parents are taken back by the fact she’s asking at such a young age but none the less tell her the truth.

3.       Mc parents did a lot of things for her, they knew Mc’s nationality of descent and during holidays would celebrate things like they would there (educating her). Allowing MC to learn a little of her biological culture. This made so much sense to Mc as she knew her family always celebrated holidays differently than others.

4.       Though it didn’t stop some insecurities to fester in Mc, questions start forming in the depth of her mind (she never spoke them out to anyone). Inevitably causing Mc to start pulling away from other kids in school, afraid that whatever reason her blood parents didn’t want her, maybe others wouldn’t either.

5.       Mc becomes close with a young boy named Chan-Woo (1 year older than her), who too was adopted (Mc: 6 & Chan: 7). He quickly becomes her closest if not only friend for many years.

6.       At age 10 Mc and Chan start ‘seeing’ each-other (Puppy love more than anything.) As kids grow and learn some kids are eager to ‘go to the next level’ and some are not.

7.       Chan-Woo ends things with her because of this, he wanted more from her physically (she was only 12).  Mc was raised to love/respect her body so rejecting Chan had nothing to do with her insecurities. However, when Mc’s boyfriend breaks up with her for ‘not being enough for him’ this causes Mc to mentally spiral.

8.       Mc becomes a bit emotionally unstable at home, sometimes even losing her cool with her parents. One night after a heated argument with her parents her mom faints for no reason at all.  That night the family of three await in the hospital room for test results from the doctor, only to find out her mother has stage 4 cancer.

9.       After losing her mother, her father decides to embark on a journey to reach out to Mc blood parents. Hoping to find closure for his daughter who is mentally unstable, blaming herself for her mother’s sudden death.

10.   When Mc would ask her father about his search, he seems to change the subject quite often, its later found out her blood parents want nothing to do with MC. Mc finds out she has a total of 7 brothers who have no idea of her existence. Mc’s blood father gives Mc’s father some information on the family to help with whatever it was they were searching for (feeling guilty maybe??).  

11.   A couple of Mc’s brothers were well in their 20s now and Mc’s father tried to contact them, after a while Mc began to feel suspicious for her father’s actions. Why was he so needy in finding her family when they obviously didn’t care about her? Was he too looking for a way to get rid of her?

12.   (Age 15) it was a raining afternoon Mc and her father were fighting in the car, he wanted Mc to get treatment. She did not want treatment, MCs father lost traction on the road and skid off a bridge.

13.   When MC woke up, she was told her father did not survive the crash.

Mc spent the next 3 years getting help. Mc blamed herself for all the misfortune and tragedies in her life. Slowly but surely MC became Mc again, still buried deep within her guilt for her parents, she was kind to all those she met. Afraid that her last moments with them or last words said to them would be ones she would regret. Like those moments with her family. Her only family. or so she thought…..

Mystic Mess. Xmas

Everyone arrived to Seven’s as agreed.

The house was decorated inside and out, his explanation to you was “I want the space station to feel the holiday spirit!” It definitely put you into the holiday spirit, like a Christmas wonderland. Something you hadn’t experienced in such a long time.

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The ride over was tense though, Jumin and Zen bickering back and forth. Poor Yoosung was seated in the cross hairs of the two, Zen blaming Jumin for incidents last year, Jumin calling Zen an animal hater. By the time we arrived everyone raced to get out, as Jumin and Zen continued bickering inside the car.

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Couple days earlier:

Saeran had convinced Jumin at the office, to leave Elizabeth The Third at home this year. Unfortunate as it was, Saeran was looking out for both Zen and Elizabeth’s well-being (from crazy cat lover brother: Saeyoung). Jumin reluctantly agreed protecting Elizabeth from Saeyoung was crucial.

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Back to the Party:

Upon walking through the door, the shenanigans begun. We were playing all sorts of games, and decorating ornaments to add to Sevens Christmas tree for misfits. Jumin and Zen arguing with Seven about being a misfit, and then arguing with each other for agreeing with each other like cat and dog.

It didn’t damper the mood though, Jaehee and you teamed up in many games. You were helping Jihyun and Jumin when it came time to making ugly Christmas sweaters. Both men obviously didn’t understand the idea of ‘ugly’, as their sweaters were quite sophisticated if not totally fashionable.

Last year was no different except you and Saeran were not apart of the RFA then, Zen was an allergy mess due to Elizabeth, Jumin and Jihyun were drunker than skunks by dinner. Jaehee pointing out that last year seemed less happy then this year, possibly because of the loss of Rika. (Also, Zen was astatic that the damn fur ball wasn’t coming this time.)

Though everyone was in good spirits, you found yourself reminiscing of Christmas when you were younger. Just when you thought you felt yourself going into a mental slump, Seven pulled out another party trick and got you back to high spirits. You were standing under the door way talking to Yoosung, laughing at Zen and Jaehee trying to explain ‘commoner’ things to Jumin, when Seven started chanting.

“KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS!”

Everyone stopped to look to see what Seven was going on about, low and behold; you and Yoosung were standing underneath the mistletoe! Both of you went beat red in the face, Zen quickly scooping in, “She is a young lady, Seven you dirty dog!” Zen ran between the two of you and openly kissed Yoosung in your place.

You, Saeran, Seven, Jihyun were all in stitches (fyi: means laughing). Zen was the least impressed, Yoosung looked as though he was going to die. Jumin and Jaehee flabbergasted at what just happened. After all the games were done, Saeran served dinner. Impressed was the least, boy could that guy cook.

Stuffed turkey, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, steamed veggies of all sorts, flooding of gravy… It wasn’t a traditional Korean Christmas but reminded you of the dinners your parents had cooked for you when you were younger. It was nice that Seven and Saeran planned something today for everyone.

After dinner came secret Santa; everyone was told prior to coming, to buy something ‘no more and no less’ then the amount set for Christmas. They were specifically told that they had to wrap said gifts in a shoe box and then red wrapping paper. Jumin - being Jumin, asked what shade of red, in which Seven told them via chat room; ‘Maroon red’. THEN!!!! They had to print from a computer ‘said name of person’ and stick to the bottom of it. But wait there’s more; the printing had to be in ‘Calibri (body) -font and the font size ‘12’ in black and black only. Not quite understanding at first why you all had to fuss about the details, but then it became crystal clear, it allowed the mystery of secret Santa. (during the handing out bit anyways)

Jaehee had got Yoosung

Yoosung had got Saeran

Saeran got Zen

Zen had Jumin

Jumin had Seven

Seven had Jihyun

Jihyun had You

And you had got Jaehee, it was quite fun. Plus, it was quite easy to figure out who had who from your totally different tastes and spunks in gifts.

Once secret Santa finished, they all relaxed with drinks in hand around the table for a game of Mahjong. Mc never knew how to play but with Jumin, Jihyun and Sevens teaching, after a few rounds she was off and away playing. The twist in game was whoever won the hand had to ask ‘truth or dare’ to the loser of the round. Player could forfeit answering truth or dare question and/or scenario by drinking from their cup. The game was going for quite some time, learning that Jaehee dislikes cotton candy, Seven is willing to do anything you dare him too. Finally, the round goes around again…

Mc had lost the round of Mahjong, and Jihyun won.

“So, truth or dare?” He looked at you with kind eyes. Everyone at the table patiently waited for your response. If you choose dare; you knew that Seven would try to influence his choice, or you could just drink. Feeling though you had come to your peak, if you drank anymore chances were, you’d become a babbling idiot. So…

“Truth”

Jihyun tapped his chin as he looked to Jumin, “What was your childhood like, give us all an insight on who you are and why you are the kindest; sweetest, person in the RFA.”

This question embarrassed you a bit…

You knew any time they’d ask in the chat rooms about your past you were vague. They all seemed to have gone through turmoil of some sorts and intrusted you with their stories… You felt guilty you never really told them yours.

“Well, its kind of sad if I’m supposed to be honest…” Fiddling with the tiles in your hand. Afraid to look up at all the people staring intently at you. “I don’t want to ruin this evening of fun with things that have long since passed. Besides, its kind of a long story…”

“Then let’s pause our game and Mc can jump into story time!” Yoosung cheerfully chimes in. His cheeks were a soft shade of pink, it was clear that Yoosung was tipsy.

“Agreed!” Everyone was quick to answer Yoosung, leaving you feeling flustered even more.

“Uh I would rather drin- ..” reaching for you glass of wine. Saeran was quick to snatch it away, baffled was the least. Why did they care so much? You weren’t anything special, just some girl; some ordinary girl.

You looked to Seven, him and Saeran seemed the quietest. Being hackers, you knew they; kind of had an idea of your past. They both looked into it when you first came to RFA nearly a year ago, come the new year. What a mess they were both in then… and here today sitting side by side during the holiday season. That thought had you smiling, they’ve come such a long way.

“Alright if you want to know so bad… Just promise me one thing? You guys wont look at me any different, don’t pity me, don’t cry for me, and certainly don’t compare me.” You looked to Yoosung as the last of your words came out.

They all sort of gave each other a look before silently nodding their heads in agreement.

“Well… When I was born, I was given up for adoption not even being a week old. I was later adopted by a family here, and here I was raised. My adopted parents died when I was a teenager. My mother when I was 13 and then my father when I was 15. They had no other family and my biological family didn’t….”

 You trailed off slightly, quickly regaining your composure. 

 “I didn’t want to go back to a home so I sort of just lived alone, did schooling and worked nights to pay for a place once the money left to me ran out. It was rough but I got by and now here I am.” You huffed for air after that quick summary.

“I see” Jumin was the first to speak, swirling the glass of red wine in hand. “There’s lot’s you’re not explaining though…are you per say, holding back?” Looking to you.

It was like his grey eyes were piercing through and seeing something you thought you hid well from the world. You glanced down and nodded your head, it was Jaehee next who reached out to you, placing a hand on your hand. “It’s alright, were all here for you. Just as you’ve been there for us, Mc”

It been so long since you truly felt people’s words were more then just words. You were slightly choked by emotions, Zen then, “Jaehee is right, we’ve your back. We might not be the most functional of families but we got you, just as you have helped all of us.” Leaning in to show you an awkward smile.

“You might not be functional Zen, but I am, born perfect in every way.” Jumin quickly adds before sipping his wine.

“You jerk! Why do I even bother with-“

You burst into laughter; true they may be dysfunctional but they were your family now. Maybe it was time you let them into your story… as they let you into theirs.

“Right I guess ill start from the beginning…”

…

…

…

“And then, I met you guys.” Finally looking up from your knees, only to see every single person sat around the table either crying or on the verge of. Even Jumin had a look on his face of utter heart break.

Next thing you knew you were being squished in a hugging mess, that being: Seven, Saeran, Yoosung, Zen, Jihyun and even Jaehee.

“So much for not crying for me guys” Trying to squirm your way out, but to no prevail.

“Everyone has a past Mc, one must grow through what they go through.” Jumin closed his eyes as he spoke to you.

After everyone gave you some love, you were finally able to answer back, “I was also taught growing up, we should practice what we preach, no?”

Jumin’s eyes open wide for a moment, before his mouth curved into a small smile, “Right you are.” Raising his wine glass towards you.

“That’s right Mc, you tell him!” Jihyun offers you his hand in air, high fiving.

The night ended off well, Saeran and Seven drinking a bit too much and crying about they’re childhood and love for ice cream. Yoosung disappeared at some point, and then was found passed out in Sevens bath tub. Zen and Jaehee left before the alcohol really took affect on them. Jumin offered to take you home as he was taking Jihyun. Jihyun who was so incredibly intoxicated; he was practically linked to Jumin’s arm and calling him ‘best buddy’ all the way home.

 Just as you pulled up to your apartment, Jumin got out to lend you his hand, after you said your goodbyes; turning to leave.

“In some Christmas movies, does the gentleman, not get a goodnight kiss?”

You turned around quite quickly to see Jumin’s face, his cheeks were slightly pink, either from the cold or the alcohol. You debated for a moment before making you decision. You took a couple steps towards him, stood on your tip toes and lightly kissed Jumin’s cheek. As you were pulling away, Jumin snaked his arm around your waist and brought you to him once more. Latching onto your lips with his own, the other hand firmly on the back of your head.

Pulling away only after you both seemed to need air, “Goodnight and Merry Christmas, Mc”

END

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We hate to break this to you, but Chirtsmas is a mere 28 days away.

That’s just under a month.

And whilst it may seem like an eternity to get everything sorted, we all know how quickly the time will pass, especially with all the hustle and bustle going on: the parties, the presents and everything in between.

Infact, us Brits really aren’t the greatest at ensuring our Christmas is organised, that whilst 18% of us have bought gifts by October, one third leave their shopping to just one week before the 25th. And that's not even beginning with sorting the Christmas Day celebrations.

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It’s the main thing your celebrations will centre around, so food is your number one priority!

First and foremost, once you know who will be attending, gather the dietary requirements of your guests - who can/can't eat meat and any allergies or intolerances. Once you have all the information required, then it’s time for you to make a list of all the food needed. If you’re going down the traditional avenue with a turkey, then we recommend the following sizes per person:

4 to 6 people: 2-2.5kg

6 to 7 people: 3kg

7 to 8 people: 3.5kg

8 to 10 people: 4-4.5kg

10 to 12 people: 5-5.5kg

12 to 15 people: 6-6.5kg

If you're still not sure on exact numbers, simply buy a larger turkey than anticipated. Nowadays, there's a whole host of recipes and inspirations on how to make the most of the leftovers. And for ensuring it is cooked safely and to perfection, we suggest buying a temperature probe.

For your guests who are unable to consume meat, why not opt for a nut roast? Either make your own, or for a simpler option, there are many widely available to buy at supermarkets.

To make cooking Christmas dinner as efficient as possible, there are a few things you can to save time. Such as, preparing the vegetables and potatoes the night before. To preserve, simply immerse in cold water.

And on Christmas day, if you have family at home, get them involved! It’s a great way to cut down the time, as well as having lots of fun you wouldn't usually experience.

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We all know that after food, drink is next on the list of must-haves for Christmas dinner. Like food, it’s quite a mammoth task trying to decide and delegate, but the best approach here is to keep it simple.

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Ensure you have sleeping arrangements sorted for guests staying over. If lacking on space, a sofa bed such as our grey linen two seater or faux suede piece are excellent options that you'll love having, even after the festivities are over. To cater for families with children stopping over, why not invest in our white wooden trundle? With a slide-out single bed tucked away underneath, it will allow children to sleep besides their family in the same room.

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Last but not least, don’t forget your tree for that final Christmas finishing touch. Whether it’s pre-lit, plain or a unique and stand-out white design, make sure it’s decorated beautifully to give your guests something wonderful and joyous to stare at in awe.

What have you go planned for Christmas and what are your top tips for making everything run smoothly on the day? Let us know in the comments below!

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"You're coming whether you like it or not!"

"So, I'm really not given a choice?"

"Nope!"

Asuka sports his dorky grin while Ren lets out an aggravated sigh. It was a little too early to for his liking to be dragged around, especially on this holiday- Christmas. He'd never really looked forward to it, never thought much about it or gave it any special meaning, but this year was a little different. He had someone who was going to shove it in his face regardless of his feelings towards the holiday.

"Fine."

Without another word, Asuka's hand reaches out, instantly gripping onto Ren's wrist as he begins to drag him out the door of his own home. The walk to Asuka's place is silent, but not in an awkward or uncomfortable way, it's just too early for the grumpier boy. Ren eventually picks up his pace, walking alongside him instead of being dragged along. He glances over to spot a way too happy Asuka. He rolls hies eyes, pushing back that stupid smile he's getting from seeing the other boy shining brightly today.

When they get to Asuka's home, Ren looks at the exterior of the house he's seen dozens of times before. It's nothing new to see it decorated with lights and ornaments and signs out, but it just feels different today. As if there was more meaning to having these dumb decorations out. Either way, he doesn't stare at it too long as Asuka drags him out of the cold and into the warm household.

Not even half way through the kitchen, Ren can spot Asuka's parents and his sister, all sitting down, waiting for them in the living area, crowding around the Christmas tree thats placed in the room. That decorated tree catches his attention, eyes going down to the presents underneath. He tells himself not to think much of it, too get rid of the images of an empty and dull tree with no one crowded around it. He's no joining in this celebration anyway, only going to watch, be an observer that was dragged here against his will.

"We're here!" Asuka chirps, hand still holding onto Ren's as they enter this room.

"Hey, Ren!" Endou says, almost as enthusiastically as Asuka. Tobitaka greets him with a simple smile and a wave. His own silent 'hey'.

"Ren!" Kiyoko nearly jumps to her feet, bouncing on her seat as she waves to the boy.

Asuka pouts. "What? No hello for me?"

"I see you all the time. I don't have to say that," she comments back. Ren snickers and Asuka shoots them both an unthreatening glare.

"Come on, you two. No fighting today." Tobitaka interjects, wanting to stop this little fight before it breaks out (he doubts it would be anything big, but would prefer today be peaceful in this home).

"Hey," Ren says his own greeting with a slight shrug, leaving it open and directed at everyone here. Asuka looks towards him, expecting more than a simple 'hey'. Maybe its just his mood- which will change soon, he hopes. It was Christmas after all and he wanted Ren to be able to celebrate. Not by himself, but with his family.

"Now that you're finally here, we can get breakfast ready. We didn't want it to get cold without you here," Endou says while getting to his feet. He waits for his husband to stand beside him before they could start heading off towards the kitchen.

Ren wasn't sure if that was directed towards him or Asuka, most likely both, but it doesn't matter, he thinks. They step aside for the adults to pass into the kitchen. When they're gone, Asuka nudges Ren.

"We should go and help."

Ren deadpans at him. "You're going to make the guest, that you literally dragged over here, help with making breakfast?"

"What? No! I mean…" Asuka scratches the back of his head, trying to find a suitable answer to that well thought out remark. Nothing comes to him.

Ren grins as he can see Asuka trying so hard to find something to say. He takes a step closer towards him, making him move back and pressing him against the side of the couch. Asuka blinks and stares up at him, face going red at how close they are, leaving no room for him to escape.

"Not in front of my sister!" He yelps as his head turns away.

"Aww, it's fine! She can watch~."

"No!"

Asuka bites his lip, determined to stay put even as Ren keeps pressing his body onto his. He glances back to Kiyoko for a moment, noting her eyes on them. It's not like they haven't kissed or anything in front of the family before. Ren clicks his tongue, giving up for the moment under the excuse of 'it's too early to deal with this shit'.

"Alright then, let's just sit and wait."

The (not) couple sits together where the adults had been sitting, literally side by side. Kiyoko is still on her own smaller couch, attention grabbed by the presents hiding underneath the tree. She had gotten up, made a walk around the tree to try and find which were hers and take a guess of what it might be by the size of the box. Asuka had to make sure she didn't do anything to them, no touching allowed until everyone was there.

Ren sat back and watched Asuka speak with his sister, trying to be the responsible older brother. It's entertaining and makes him chuckle when he sees Asuka's own sister doesn't even listen to him. The more frustrated he gets over their bickering, the more he chuckles.

The sight is nothing new to Ren, he's seen them and their playful little fighting before. He knows it could go on longer, but they're interrupted when a voice- Tobitaka's- calls out with a, "breakfast is ready!" Asuka nearly darts for the kitchen, instantly forgetting about Kiyoko's attempts at guessing presents, but stops himself to go back to Ren. He holds out a hand for him to take, which he does, so they could go into the kitchen together.

Entering the kitchen, the kids find the table set up, the tablecloth and plates Christmas themed as well, to Ren's surprise. He would have expected gingerbread and Christmas tree cookies to be their breakfast at this point.

The adults take their seats on one side of the table, the boys on the other, and Kiyoko at one end. The breakfast scene is lively, the whole family chattering and exchanging excitement for this holiday. There's only one who is silent. Ren sees how excited they are, speaking so happily and highly of this day, even their comments about the night before. Being here never felt strange, he knew how to slide into place and exert himself. But, he couldn't today. It felt like he was intruding upon something meant to only be for a family, a special moment that he wasn't supposed to be apart of. When had that feeling ever stopped him? He'd rather not think about it too much. For now, he shakes off the feeling and shoves food into his mouth before attempting to steal Asuka's attention away from his parents, something he'd normally do.

"Big brother," Kiyoko shouts, causing Asuka's head to turn. "Can you pass me the salt?"

"Hm? But it's closer to Ren, why don't you ask him?"

"I am asking him, thats why I called him."

"Huh?" Ren raises a brow as he looks over to the girl. "Why are you calling me that?"

"I just thought you'd make a good brother in law."

"Eh?" Ren stares at her, speechless.

"KIYOKO!" Asuka shouts her name with blaring red cheeks.

"Ki-Kiyoko…" Endou starts while putting a hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing. It doesn't work and he can't even try to get a decent sentence out. All they can hear are forcefully held back laughs. Meanwhile, Tobitaka isn't bothering to hide his own. It definitely was a surprise to hear something like that at the breakfast.

Asuka tries to cover his face in his hands, muttering, "how'd she learn that?"

Ren is still in a state of surprise, glancing over to the others before looking to Asuka. It wasn't something he'd thought about and if he ever did, the thought was pushed away. There was no way that would happen…would it?

After everyone calms down, finishes their meal, plates are put away, they head back into the living room. Endou announces that it's time to open presents and the siblings cheer. Ren rolls his eyes to all this hyped up excitement and keeps to himself on the end of the couch. He can't help but watch as gifts are passed around, first to Kiyoko, then to Asuka, and then too…him. Ren stares at the gift in Asuka's hand being held out towards him.

"That's…not for me."

"It is!" Asuka says with a smile.

Ren ends up looking to the adults, unaware of his terribly surprised and confused expression.

"What he said is true," Tobitaka answers his silent question. "You've got more too."

"Yup! But you're going to have to wait to get yours like everyone else," Endou chimes in.

Hearing that makes something tug at his chest, leaves an aching feeling there. He has to bite down on his lip as he takes the present from Asuka, eyes resting upon the wrapped gift. This one is labelled from the whole family, others from the individual family members themselves, and even a couple from Santa (he guesses this was mainly to keep the jig up for Kiyoko). It wasn't something he'd been expecting at all. He'd been thinking he was only being brought here to watch, not to be included or apart of it really.

But…it feels nice. Nice to be apart of a family. Nice to be accepted. The nice feeling didn't last with thoughts of his own family being nothing like this. Even more when guilt began to eat at him, gnawing at his insides for only getting Asuka gifts. He'd argue how he wasn't informed it would be like this, though hoped that he could make it up to the family, albeit a little later. Buy them something or help them out with…whatever they needed. (He'd ask Asuka for help on that part.) It wasn't something he wanted to voice aloud, but he'd make an exception to them.

Ren takes a look at the room around him, watching as one by one gifts are opened, smiles go around, excited and grateful voices fill the room. He never thought he'd be experiencing something like this. A real Christmas. It was completely different from his quiet and empty Christmases at home, this was more lively, filled with actual love and heartwarming moments.

It made him smile.

And he kept that smile as he placed his own gifts aside. He turned to look to Asuka, that smile widening as he caught the perfect time to swoop in and steal a surprise kiss from the boy. It startled him, made him blush, made him smile. That's all he really needed to see.

"Thank you for bringing me here today, Asuka."

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