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"i would like that, too." caleb wanders through into the studio, getting out the album of his artwork. it's old school to have it all printed out and ready for anybody to see it, but caleb was raised by an old school tattoo artist. sure, he has their social accounts but it doesn't mean he's going to stop doing things the way he was taught. besides, it helps in a situation like this. he comes back in with the album and lays it out on the bed, opening it up to the first page. "well, if it's your wish to flirt, who am i to deny you that?"

"i would like to see your work," rahul smiles then, a bright fondness laced within his expression. his gaze remains fixated upon the man who'd so easily captivated his interest. it wasn't often, that he found himself all too caught up in anybody or anything but his impending obligations and responsibilities. he'd been well trained, but caleb was someone to admire for sure. "and flirt whilst i do that, if that'd be acceptable and appropriate to you..."

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lea finds a very easy opportunity to be annoying in the way ansel questions her and she can't help the way her eyes light up. it's practically a mirror of his own. "you don't?" she asks, eyebrow cocked. "i mean, the whole thing is about how awfully they treated him. and he did a bad thing but they realised that they true meaning of christmas is not in the gifts, but it's in having each other." lea shrugs, biting at the inside of her cheek. "i don't know. i do want to do it, you know? i think i could do it and i'd do it well. i just don't know how it's going to go with school. if it'll be too much and i don't want to let them down." she also, crucially, does not want to let herself down. people weren't always betting on her to win and this was one thing she was absolutely certain she could do well. she didn't want to give anybody a reason to know that she was a screw up like they thought. lea snorts, turning the stove on and getting a saucepan out, along with milk and some chocolate. "alright, you do that. i don't think you're going to convince me, but... might be cute to let you try."

confusion etches its way onto his features, laced with something more amused, lighting his blue eyes up, "you think the true meaning of christmas.... is in the grinch movie? like.... correct me if i'm wrong, but i think the way to learn about christmas spirit is from elf." his eyebrows raise up just a bit, "you don't want to take it? even with school?" he would understand if she didn't; he knew that not everyone had the heavy (to the point of being a fault) drive that he did, "i will! gonna put on elf so i can prove to you that its the source of christmas spirit."

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christmas was baby tyler's favourite holiday and that had only grown as he had gotten older. his parents had always done their best to make it everything for him and he had always remained a firm believer that christmas really was the most magical time of year. he doesn't need asher to tell him that christmas isn't the best time of year for him, he can see it in the little things. but that just makes tyler want to make this even better for him. there's that little hint of him loosening up through the kiss and tyler can't help but smile wider, cupping his hand over asher's cheek as he settles in beside him, leg half draped over his lap. "you might be a little biased, but i won't tell," he whispers, like it's a secret. tyler scrunches up his nose and leans in to kiss asher's cheek, nose bumping lightly against his cheek. "you're quite correct, i did promise you hot chocolate. let me make you the good stuff, yeah?"

asher is well aware that he's a grinch... even when it isn't the holidays, but the holidays had always brought back memories of his childhood that were always happy, but when he would take a closer look back on them... always made him want to scream. they were happy until his brother would whack his head and tell him to stop whining because he was too old to do that now. or until his father would tell him that the new equipment gifted to him would never help him make it if he didn't stop being so soft. even as an adult - the only significant relationship he had was only committed on his end, which meant they didn't spend the holidays around each other. a kiss pulls him from his darkening thoughts, mouth curling into a smile against tyler's, "of course, baby. i think you have a real eye for everything though... so there might be some bias in my opinion." an arm snakes around tyler's back, tugging him to join asher on the couch, "i do believe i was promise hot chocolate if i helped."

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he could hear the way he was copying caleb's tone and usually, that would grate on him. as it stands, he's not totally opposed to it. "yeah, just flirting." caleb leans against the wall, arms folding over his chest as a small smile plays on his lips. "i mean, no. did you wanna see any of my work or... was it just the flirting?" caleb has to fight himself not to close the gap between them, instead keeping a little space there so that he doesn't do anything stupid.

rahul was shocked by how well his disguise was holding up, though he figured not many people in the country would be well versed with the royalty of other countries. "just flirting?" he counters, trying his best to replicate the other's tone. "would both be so bad?"

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over the years, flynn has met people who have more than one name. he's always been fascinated by them, the prospect of having that sort of connection with more than one person but still knowing that they had one person who was made for them. a special part of them. there are days where he wonders if the name on his arm was even in a position to meet him, if they were even still alive. he knew they were, they had to be. it would be too cruel a world for him to never be able to meet the person he was meant to be with, surely. the question, he's been asked it before in many different ways. there is always something uniquely disappointing about seeing the name on your arm and being told the name on theirs wasn't the same. flynn, though, he didn't ask often. he isn't asked all that often these days but when he is, he's certain it's going to be bad news for the other person. today, though, flynn can only focus on the static in his brain because that is a name he has. it's the only one. lips part and flynn stares at the man beside him for a long moment before he finds his voice. "yes." he doesn't hesitate to juggle his things around, leaving the coffee in front of him to pull up the sleeve of his shirt, neat writing decorating the inside of his forearm. "you better tell me you have flynn on you somewhere," he says, tone hinting at humour but anxiety seeping into it too much to be clear.

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declan's met people that have two or three people's names on their skin - most people had one; declan had 14 and felt like they were still popping up. he got a new one last year when they had received a new player on trade - and still, none of them were what they were supposed to be. they were all friends. he still held hope - if only because he had a few names that he had yet to meet. what he hadn't hoped for was to meet one at the start of his day by noticing the name on a coffee cup, nor was he expecting the unfamiliar spark that came along with the question he had become to used to asking, "my names declan - you got it on you?"

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lea nods, small smile playing on her features. "i know, like if the store not having that one specific perfume ruined her whole christmas, maybe she's going about christmas all wrong. maybe she needs to watch the grinch and learn the true meaning of it all." she hates that her cheeks flush and she can feel them heating up when ansel compliments her. "they have asked about it but with school, i don't have the time to do more than what i do. maybe one day." lea's eyes roll but the smile only grows and she rests her hands on the back of the couch and pushes herself up. "fine! if you're going to make me feel sorry for you," she says, wandering around the couch to the kitchen to start making their drinks. "you better put a good movie on for us to watch whilst i'm doing this, though."

quiet as she finishes her story, ansel can't stop laughing through the whole story, "well, that doesn't seem possible that you could have single handly ruined her christmas," lea is still blabbing on and ansel's smile grows as he wipes a few leftover crumbs from her hair, "if it was up to me, you would have that power. they really need to put you in charge of more things.... you'd be the best." ignoring the rest of it feels easier, ansel always wanting to nag her about the negative attitude she seemed to carry, but he figured her day was probably long enough without it, "only if you're making it," a sly smile finds its way to his mouth, "i'm sooooooo sore."

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he has a feeling that it is a little too much but the fact that asher doesn't say that makes tyler's chest warm and a little full. the holidays made him so happy, his parents had always loved christmas and tyler had eagerly taken that on himself. there was nothing like decorating for christmas, it brought out a lighter side of him, one that he didn't often feel like he saw these days. "thanks, baby." tyler drops the extra set of fairy lights he was holding into the box labelled decorations and crossed the room to his boyfriend. he cups his cheek and leans to kiss him gently. "oh yeah? you think i've got a real eye for it, huh?" his cheeks are pink as he pulls away, scrunching up his nose.

"course not," he did actually think that tyler had gone a bit overboard on the decorations, the entire room practically covered in red and green with just on the wrong side of too many sparkles, but still - he'd never bring down anything that tyler put so much effort into, "looks fuckin' sick." he could acknowledge that he was a bit of a grinch; the holidays were never a warm part of his life like they were for so many people. he could acknowledge that his distaste was because of his own dislike towards the holiday and not the effort that tyler had so clearly put in, "one day, you'll have a house of your own that you can decorate. you can go on that one show on hulu. the great christmas light fight or whatever."

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"so, were you serious about that tattoo or was that just flirting?" either way, caleb isn't going to complain. either he gets to do something he loves or he's being flirted with. hell, if it could be both, he'd consider getting some lottery tickets.

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new muse alert !

caleb mansfield | ray nicholson fc. thirty years old. tattoo artist. owns the shop with dexter.

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RAY NICHOLSON as Ray Hall in Panic (2021)

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"do you think i have overdone the decorations?" tyler pulls a face as he turns to face asher, almost presenting the entirety of the room to him. he perhaps had gone a little overboard but once he had dug out the box his mom had made sure he packed the first year he moved out, it was anyone's guess when he was going to stop. the entire apartment is decorated, fairy lights and baubles anywhere they looked good. "if i could've, i would've put them outside but i don't know if the building would be happy about it. and i probably went overboard in here, so you can imagine what outside would look like."

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"and then," lea says, stopping to pop a piece of cake into her mouth, " she told me that i had single-handedly ruined her christmas." finishing chewing, lea leans back against her chair, brushing her fingers through her hair. "she really thought i had the power to stop stocking the perfume she wanted. i mean, if i did, i'd have done it just to piss her off. hope her christmas is ruined, to be honest." some might think she was all talk but lea is too much the type to hold a grudge and be spiteful if somebody wrongs her. "oh! shall we have hot chocolate? i bought some peppermint cream to have on top, if you're enough in the mood for it?"

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the thing with marshall and his family was that they were always so accommodating and understanding. they had all played their parts in making him feel so comfortable and loved with them. alec and marshall have both grown together as a couple and individually and, he can honestly say, he doesn't think they would be together right now if they hadn't gone through so much in their relationship. alec snorts and leans into his husband's side. "i'd be the most miserable man in the world without you." it was hard to imagine a world without marshall in now that he was such an important part of his life, but he can say for certain that he would be awful to spend any time around. life would just cease to have meaning. once they're in the kitchen, alec hides a yawn behind his hand and leans against the counter, watching his husband with a soft gaze. "i think we should either watch home alone or the santa clause. or we could watch it's a wonderful life."

marshall appreciated that alec had grown up in an entirely contrasting environment to what he had, and whilst he knows there's been points that he'd been immature, he's grown alongside his husband and now tries his utmost to read between the lines effectively, as opposed to always searching for the most cynical, deranged answer to everything. he smiles then, eagerly leading him towards the kitchen. "you'd still be your wonderful, beautiful, adorable self. just totally distraught and miserable, too." the words fall alongside a snort, but he means the words. knows alec loves him the same way that he loves alec. it's incredible, to be loved and known the way that he was by alec. it was equal parts terrifying and life-fulfilling. there's nothing he wouldn't do for the other man, but he knows the same can be said in reverse, too. he turns on the coffee maker and prepares it, leaning back against the countertop. "what's the first christmas movie we've got to watch? remembering it's gonna' kick start our christmas celebrations so choose wisely..."

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her heart is racing, blood rushing in her ears. she can't even begin to comprehend that this is real but she knows that it is. it would just be too cruel for her to wake up and find this was all a dream. quinn laughs softly when archie pulls her closer, climbing into his lap. it's one of her favourite places to sit and now is no exception. quinn's hands rest gently against his cheeks, tilting his head back so they can look at each other and she feels so at peace. "i can't believe you want to marry me," she whispers, leaning in to bump their noses together lightly. "i love you so much. i have loved you for so much of my life, archie." cheeks flush as she takes in his words, the reality of the situation settling in. "well... i have some idea." her hand raises to wiggle her fingers at him again, this time with the ring made of twine nestled there neatly. "after all, you just asked me something kinda important."

although he'd asked the question with confidence, relief soon trickles in the moment she does vocalise her acceptance. so much so, he's quick to lean in and capture her lips with his own, muscular arms coiling around her frame, drawing her in closer. led by his excitement, his devotion, his relief, he hums gently against her mouth, thumbs tucking beneath her shirt; stroking tenderly against bare, soft skin. "i love you, quinn." he whispers so softly, so earnestly against her mouth. "i love you so fucking much, you have no idea." it's added on, bordering on croakily. he means it though, with every fibre of his soul, of his being. she is the love of his life, she always had been...even when they'd been little kids. he might not have known it then, might not have recognised what true, real, deep love looked like, what it felt like, but it was this and this was everything.

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there was so much intent in the way that archie was doing this. sure, he doesn't have a ring yet but quinn doesn't need one. all she needs is to know that he wants to do this. that he wants to be with her and only her. archie has been good at showing quinn his feelings for a long time but this might really be the best way he's ever showed it. quinn carefully cradles archie's face in her hands, leaning to kiss him soft and slow. she bumps their noses together when she has to pull away, cheeks a little pink. emotion bubbles up inside of her and she almost hates that she's about to cry but there's hardly going to be a better reason for it than this. "i do, archie jackson. i accept."

his expression scrunches up as he pretends to consider her question, "hm. yeah, yes - i think i did..." he clarifies with ease, his smile blinding as he leans in to carefully catch every reaction. it's not as extravagant as he might've made a proposal in the past, but that had all been such a show, a performance. all he really cared about right now was quinn being aware of how desperately he wished to spend the rest of his life with her. she was his best friend, his favourite human, the one person who treasured every ridiculous, silly inch of him and his soul and he'd never met someone quite as remarkable as her before. there was no point disguising his feelings, his intent, his desires...even if he hadn't bought the ring...yet. "do you accept the pre-proposal, quinn hollins?"

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"it's not that," he argues, looking at marshall through squinted eyes. "i just don't need everyone knowing the ins and outs of our relationship. they already know so much, they've been there for every step." and that was something alec adored, he loved how big marshall's was, how involved they were in each other's lives. it was something he had never experienced, not until he was older and could manage that in his family by himself. safely, comfortably. he likes knowing his children and nieces and nephews could say they felt that way, that they felt safe and comfortable in knowing everything about each other. it was one thing about himself that he was so proud of, giving them that space to exist. but alec wasn't as used to it as everyone else, so there were still things he had to get used to with it. he scrunches up his nose when marshall kneels in front of him and he leans in to kiss his forehead, inhaling deeply. "fine. fine, if you're going to be so caring, i suppose i'll have to listen to you, won't i?" he says it like there's any hint of hardship in there but he likes it, no, he loves that marshall loves him so deeply. it makes him feel so wanted and needed and cared for, in ways he was unsure he was ever really worthy of. alec lets marshall pull him up, smiling as he leans into his side. "well, we can't have that, can we? who would i be without you by my side?"

he struggles to disguise his endeared smirk. "you really don't like people knowing how insatiable you are, do you?" he tilts his head, knowing full well he doesn't really love to divulge that information. once upon a time, he'd used to be terrible with how much he exposed, but now alec was in the picture, he liked to keep it as private as possible. it was sacred now, what they did together. marsh crouches down in front of alec, slipping naturally between his legs as he watches him intently. he'd never known it could be so satisfying to just look at someone until he'd met his husband. "once you've actually had something substantial, i'll be an option again, but until then i'm going to be caring, worried husband, okay?" he asks then, more so rhetorically, than anything else. he leans in, capturing alec's lips with his own, humming his approval softly. he reaches for one of his hands and expertly stands himself back up, pulling the other up alongside him. "c'mon. i need caffeine and if i don't get it soon...well, it might be the end of marshall abernathy, baby..."