christmas lights // s.m
requested// imagine where you and shawn are decorating for christmas and he doesn’t want you on the ladder so you don’t hurt yourself
author’s note// i wish it were christmas and i also wish taylor swift were my best friend but i also wish they would add season seven of american horror story to netflix UPDATE WHILST WRITING THIS THEY DID AND ITS SO GOOD!!!
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You loved Christmas. It was the best holiday, easily.
Of course, you and Shawn had tons of fun and go all out on every other holiday as well. Shawn planned the perfect Valentine’s Day date, you threw a mean fourth of July party, Halloween you dressed up as Chandler and Monica, on Thanksgiving you made it your mission to cook the entire meal for your whole family and Shawn was sweet enough to help you out, and it turned out pretty fantastic if you do say so yourself.
So, you and Shawn were holiday people. No holiday went uncelebrated by you and Shawn, especially Christmas. And it was your first Christmas in your apartment together, and you even got both of your families to agree to come over for Christmas Eve. Shawn made sure for the month of Christmas he would have nothing to do that would require much travelling, or time away from you for too long. You had wanted this year’s Christmas to be Hallmark movie perfect. You loved the idea of kissing in the snow, and holding hands while ice skating, and going on hot chocolate dates, and wrapping presents to pretty Christmas music. It was everything you had wanted.
And you had gotten that. You had gotten to see Shawn with his cheeks all pink and the snow falling around him, and you got to go shopping for presents for your friends and family, you spent a couple nights in watching cheesy Christmas movies and drinking homemade apple cider. He even surprised you with seeing the Nutcracker Ballet, which you had been dreaming of seeing since you were a little girl. It was turning out to be the perfect Christmas season. You couldn’t have been happier.
Well, maybe if you could get those lights that were adorned across the bookshelves to sit correctly. They looked uneven, and there were gaps, and it didn’t look right. Probably because Shawn put them up and he doesn’t really know how to even out Christmas lights correctly, especially when he refuses to use a freaking ladder because he is “tall enough.”
It was the day before Christmas Eve, and it didn’t look perfect. As you were cooking the food, and baking the cookies, and getting all the last presents wrapped with Shawn, you looked over at the bookshelves and saw the lights that hadn’t been there the day before.
“Um... when did those get there?” You asked, evening out the cheese on top of the cheesy potatoes as Shawn watched to make sure the Christmas cookies weren’t getting overbaked.
“Oh, after you fell asleep last night I thought I would surprise you.” He looked out with the biggest grin, and in that moment you fell completely in love with him all over again. He looked adorable, his curls all tousled up, his christmas sweater hugging his body just right. He looked fucking precious. “Do you like it?” He questioned, looking at you like he knew damn well what your answer was.
“I love it.” You smiled, but you in fact, did not love them, or even like them. They were gappy, and weird, and the top was bunchy cause he just kinda threw them up there it seemed. But he was so proud of himself, he was so happy he thought to surprise you, you formulated a plan to fix them.
“Can you please go get more stuff for apple cider?” You pulled out of your head. “Yanno, we have the secret santa party with your friends tonight, and I don’t wanna come empty handed.” You felt so stupid, the cookies Shawn was watching were for the secret santa party with Shawn’s friends. It was so obvious you had pulled that right out of your ass.
“Baby, these cookies are for the party.” He chuckled, turning his attention back to the oven.
“Well, I wanna bring apple cider. We make the absolute best apple cider.” You shrugged, jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.
“And that we do. I will be back in twenty my love.” He took his keys from the kitchen table and took a couple of strides over and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then a kiss to your lips.
Well, that sure was easy.
The second you heard the door close, you scurried over to the bookshelves looking at the mess of Christmas lights had thrown up without using a ladder.
You, in fact, were not tall enough to fix it without using a ladder. You could barely reach the third shelf, no matter how much you hopped to try and pull them down. You huffed a little bit, wishing you hadn’t sent Shawn out to the store, and just asked him to even it out.
But it was a bit too late now. You trudged your way to the closet where you and Shawn throw things that you aren’t sure where else to put it. You see the ladder that should help you get things done, but it seems heavy. You grumble a couple of curses and wrap your arms around the clinky metal and start to pull it out, doing everything you can not to scratch the floors. You finally get it out into the living room and set it up in front of the bookshelves, smiling to yourself since you were getting shit done all by yourself. You placed your socked feet on the first wrung, and pulled yourself all the way to the top, starting to straighten the lights all by yourself, and they were even starting to look pretty good, and there was no way Shawn would even notice.
“What are you doing love?” You heard a chuckle from underneath you and you gasped and lost your footing, tumbling down all the way, but falling right into Shawn’s arms.
What a fucking Hallmark movie moment ammiright?
“See, now this is why I don’t like it when you use ladders when I’m home.” He leaned forward and gave you a little eskimo kiss on the nose. “Now, why don’t you let me straighten them up and you tell me exactly what to do?” He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows, seemingly mocking you from earlier.
“Sounds like a plan.”
author’s note// IVE BEEN READING SO MUCH THIS IS MY BEST READING YEAR!!!! also this imagine sucks a buncha ass.
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