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starrysvn · 4 months

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puppy love | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

genre: headcanon; e2l (i TRIED); co-workers au, volunteering at an animal shelter; fluff; angst if you really, really squint, crack (i’m nOT funny)

word count: 3.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: none; one smooch, mayhaps a couple swear words (lowercase intended)

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happy belated christmas from your secret santa, @armysantiny !! i really hope you’ll enjoy this and i sincerely hoped you spent warm holidays surrounded by people you loved! <3 i’ve tried my very best with the e2l but mAN writing it is so much less fun than reading it. big, huge, thanks to @hwaightme for giving me wonderful ideas to use and delulus to ponder so i could write this down. ilysm <333

kang yeosang is one infuriating individual. for one, there is no way anyone can be so praised and well-liked by literally everyone. not a day goes by where you don’t wonder how his small smiles and quiet attitude could bewitch every last person he talked to. not when he would not bother to say hi in passing to you specifically, or resolve to small nods and monosyllables when talking. to you.

it seems that you are the problem.

you and him work volunteer shifts at the same shelter. only, he deals with cats while you deal with dogs so it wasn’t like you’d see each other that often, but it was often enough to know he doesn’t like you.

not enough to say hi, engage in any sort of coversation or, least of all, help out if needed.

until christmas.

the shelter was decked out, you spent a whole afternoon helping out with decorations, along with yunho and yena, two other volunteers.

and yeosang.

the man almost laughed his ass off watching you balance on a ladder in the most uncoordinated way possible to avoid falling. arms flailing around and everything.

he just stood there, an ornament in his hands, with his stupidly cute smile and watched.

you sigh, scratching behind the ear of the latest rescue dog that was brought in. you like baxter, he is chill and his black, shiny fur does not show signs of him having had to live out in the streets all on his own for weeks anymore. you like him best because it looks like he is listening when you ramble on, in disbelief of the rudeness showcased, about yeosang.

just then, a call of your name sounds in the air, the voice coming from the front desk of the shelter.

“see you later,” you leave behind baxter’s toy, leaving him with one last pat on the head, and make your way to the front where hongjoong had called for you.

you smile upon entering the reception area as it had been a joint decorating effort between you, yunho and yena. the result was looking very much like an elementary school christmas project, but you enjoy the general vibe. the senior rescuer currently behind the counter, looking rather preoccupied with a few papers, however, had just shook his head dejectedly upon seeing the final result.

“i’m sorry to be doing this, but could you take the christmas day shift?” he looks apologetic as he asks, rushing to explain. “it’d only be a half day, I promise that by one you can leave, we’ve got the staff taking care of the other shifts and the morning one’s the only one left uncovered-”

“no worries,” you interrupt his rambling. “i’ll be there.”

hongjoong smiles, looking relieved only for a second, before his face betrays further worrying.

“what is it?”

“nothing, i,” he sighs, shoulders sagging upon seeing the inquisitive look on your face. “yeosang will be working the same shift.”

defeat. dejection. betrayed trust. you groan dramatically, barely hearing hongjoong say that you’d already agreed and it would not be that bad.

surely it’d make for an interesting christmas.

when you arrive on christmas morning, the night shift staff gives you a tired nod and you offer him a smile in return, quickly wishing him happy holidays.

you waste no time in doing the rounds, giving all the cute doggos their breakfast.

while going over the duty checklist left from the night shift staff you hear the bell jingle in the front and roll your eyes.

when you finally decide to go up front it takes a couple of minutes before yeosang finally comes into view.

decked out in his funniest ugly sweater it reads “here comes santa paws” and has a cat wearing a christmas hat on it and with his long hair tucked behind his ears, he’s coming up to you with an awkward air about him.

you squint your eyes in suspicion.

“merry christmas,”

you’re floored, shocked, gaping like a fish looking up at your co-worker who for the first time ever has spoken to you first.

“cookie?” he produces a tupperware from behind his back, carefully removing the lid to reveal the most crooked, ill-decorated christmas cookies you’ve ever seen. some look slightly burned. a gingerbread man has three eyes.

you’re still gaping, not in the slightest understanding how it's possible that he’s spoken to you first, and also not noticing how ever so slowly a blush starts to creep up on his cheeks.

maybe you’re hallucinating, but it snaps you out of your trance.

you quickly reach for the gingerbread man with three eyes.

“thanks,” you mumble, giving him a small smile. “merry christmas.”

yeosang nods, closing the tupperware and disappearing without a word.

so you’re left there, cookie in hand, not knowing what to do with this.

you stay put, eating your cookie, until you hear a loud bang.

you rush to the source of it, finding a very flustered yeosang surrounded by cat litter. at least it’s clean.

you hold in your laughter, seeing him stand there, look around and try to come up with a plan.

“a little help?” you pretend to wipe away tears, facing his deadpan expression.

“you would’ve let me fall from a ladder,”

“you would’ve survived,”

you scoff, turning around to grab the broom and toss it his way. Yeosang catches it, just barely.

“really?”

“you scared my dogs.”

with that, you leave him to his mess, going to comfort and play a little bit with the shaken up puppies.

it’s not until a little later that you show up at the front desk again, noticing yeosang is already sitting there, typing away on the computer.

he’s also got the phone pressed to his ear, helping out someone on the line with cat duties, speaking with his honey voice and a small smile on his face.

it’s almost mesmerizing seeing him wear an expression that’s not his usual blank stare he holds up around you.

“if you’re done staring, we’ve got hongjoong’s checklist to go through,”

just like that, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, heat pervading your face.

“sure,” you shrug, going over to him to take a look at it, trying not to stare at his smug pout.

deep down, very deep down, you think about kissing it away.

if he weren’t so unbearable. but he is. so.

the checklist read “lobby Ikea chairs”

you both looked at each other, confused, until you noticed the boxes hidden behind the counter.

there was a post-it on it that read: “good luck! -HJ”

simply infuriating. you’d lost count of all the times you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes or drop everything and go back to your dogs.

there was no trace of the cold, odd yeosang you were used to.

he’d casually sat down on the spot where you were assembling the Ikea chairs, picked up the instruction manual and waited for you to hand him the screwdriver. bewildered, you had.

that was about two hours ago, before trying to follow instructions had gone to your heads, when it was only extremely awkward and quiet while he read the manual and you tried your best to sneak glances at him. to figure out what possibly could have been going through his head, of course.

now you were busy trying to one up each other in an undeclared war of who is the best handyman, clearly having lost the main aim: building the damned chairs.

“you were supposed to put in the screw first and then the little wooden thingy.”

“does it matter?”

“does your chair look structurally sound?”

“listen, if we start over-” pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed with a sigh, you stop him before he could finish his sentence.

“like hell we are, it took us two hours just to get to this.”

“exactly,” his deadpan tone leaves you no choice but to sigh.

“fine,” you give in.

you were going to kill hongjoong.

because it took you only two hours to realize all it took for yeosang to distract you were his hands working on assembling furniture, his voice asking you to pass him stuff and his silence.

if you hated it before, now you appreciated the quiet moments where all you could hear was the faint music coming from the radio and the occasional bark or meow that prompted one of you to stand up and go check on your animals.

of course it was because you didn’t have to hear his disdainful reprimanding, not at all because it gave you the chance to throw glances at him and how a few strands of hair escaped the clips pinning it back and framing his face very nicely. no, not at all. you still couldn’t stand him. mhmh.

once you finally finish building the chairs, he helps you set them up in exchange for the older ones, now piled up in the storage room.

it’s almost second nature for you to hold up your fist for him to bump.

it’s just a thing you do all the time with your friends but now you’re standing there awkwardly, fist mid air, yeosang staring at you very lost, eyes going back and forth from your face to your hand and of course now he’s not going to want to see your face ever again and you feel embarrassment slowly and steadily creeping in the more you stand there until

he fist-bumps back

a little puzzled, seemingly asking if he’s done the right thing with one look, before dropping his hand and clearing his voice

you do the same

“gotta go see the dogs,”

“yeah, no, me too… i mean, the cats, yeah, so-”

he turns around and speeds away.

you follow him.

“so how’re the cats?”

yeosang jumps on his spot, almost dropping the little mouse toy he was about to throw for a kitty to catch.

“sleeping, mostly,” he shrugs. “how’re the dogs?”

you motion for him to follow and, surprisingly, he does.

immediately, he greets the ones that are up or go up to him with a smile on his face that you’ve never seen.

it shines brighter than the sun and you find yourself smiling as well, seeing him crouch down and pat dogs left and right.

then you get a grip, not for long

it leaves you pleasantly surprised how he follows while you introduce him to every dog, how he listens while you explain why they’re there, their stories, their backgrounds

but then, while you try to get some of the dogs to play with you so he could finish the round of greetings, he reaches the puppies’ enclosure and enters it to sit among them

and while he tries to play catch with a couple, one makes his way into his arms

and when he looks down at the pup, he’s wearing the most adoring expression

like a kid seeing snow for the first time

it’s wondrous and starry and happy

and you’re staring as he softly pats the puppy’s head and coos at it

“what’s his name?”

you almost don’t answer, too focused on the scene unfolding and having trouble locating the information he’s asked for in your brain

“i don’t think he has one,” you mumble, patting baxter’s head

“sleepy,” he looks down at the puppy. “cause he’s asleep while everyone wants to play, you know?”

you just nod with a smile, or at least you hope it is because what the fuck

why are you losing your mind over yeosang cradling a sleeping puppy?

why is your brain recognizing just now that your stomach’s doing cartwheels? why do you want to look away but also keep staring?

“what’s this?” you think he’s speaking to himself, but you still catch the words leaving his mouth as he enquires the toy another puppy has just brought him

then yeosang looks up at you, eyes wide as saucers, and your heart drops for being caught staring

he doesn’t say a thing, but looks down prompting you to do the same

it’s the mistletoe chew toy

yunho’s brilliant idea of getting the dogs christmas themed toys

yeosang looks away throwing it

“yunho,” you start, catching your coworker’s attention. “yunho’s idea, to get them those.”

you offer him a pained smile as he nods, scratching his head.

“seonghwa too, for the cats…”

“ah, really?”

“yeah…”

you want to bash your head into the wall

but the phone saves you, so you dash to the front, escaping the burning flames of awkwardness

it turns out to be a family wanting to adopt as a christmas present for their kids

so you say that yes, you’re open and yes they can come in whenever

when they do, yeosang has re-emerged and stands beside you, silent like always

this time around, though, you fear he’ll hear your heart beating out of your chest at the proximity

why’s he so close?

you almost jump to greet the happy family of four when they walk in to the sound of let it snow coming from the radio

“we were afraid it wasn’t going to stop!” the dad says, brushing off some snow from his hat

turns out they’d like to adopt a dog

it surprises you that yeosang follows when you lead the family in but you try to pay him no mind

the kids seem to be enamored with every dog they see, their parents giving them free reign

they’re still very polite and don’t cause much ruckus or yell too loud, which you’re grateful for

“could you tell us more about him?”

you’re about to turn to answer the question, if it weren’t that yeosang’s already at it

he’s introducing the kids to baxter

“he’s been here for a while, he’s very fond of our y/n and his favorite snack is carrots. he doesn’t like loud noises all that much. his past owners left him here because they could no longer take care of him, but he’s looking to find a new home,” he speaks as if he’s always been taking care of him, like he hadn’t just learned all that stuff half an hour ago

and he has his smile on, the one who could charm and warm up even the coldest of hearts

except one detail

you didn’t notice the little girl facing the puppies enclosure

until you hear her go “that one’s sleeping!”

but you can’t tear your eyes away from yeosang and his can’t help but hear his soft giggle as he says “his name’s sleepy”

yeah you want to punch a wall just about now

though you have to snap out of it quick

because you’re now letting this nice family adopt baxter and can’t fuck up the procedure or hongjoong will have your head

“how’d you know?” you ask, a little melancholic but over the moon to finally see your baxter go to a family worthy of him, as you both watch the car pull out of the parking lot.

“know what?” when yeosang turns to look at you, it’s with a shadow of a smile and curious eyes, an expression you’ve rarely ever seen directed your way

you swallow hard before speaking next

“that baxter’s fond of me”

his eyes light up in recognition

yeosang swore no soul shall ever know of this

but now he feels his resolution coming apart under your waiting eyes

because truth is, he’s noticed

he notices everything about you

from how you walk in dragging your feet when you have an early morning shift, relying on your cup of coffee, to how you laugh loudly at yunho’s jokes, always get your favorite snack from the vending machines at just about the same time he goes to get his melon pan he does wait for you to be done before going up to the machines himself

and how deeply you care for the dogs and how you seem to have a soft spot for baxter

maybe he’s even heard you once or twice rambling on and on to him about how you don’t get why he doesn’t like you

truth is, he sees you, and he likes you

so much

too much

he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing, say the wrong thing and make you hate him

but apparently his plan had backfired immensely

that’s why he insisted hongjoong gave him and not seonghwa the christmas shift

he even baked stupid cookies to give you

“ah, well…” yeosang has no idea how to get out of this one. “you just seemed to like him a lot from the way you spoke about him”

you hum, not really convinced

yeosang notices though, just as he notices the car of the afternoon staff pull in under the snowfall to free you of your volunteering duties

it’s not long before the shift’s over and he’s not going to see you until after the holidays

so, as you part ways to say goodbye to the pets and grab your coats, he musters up some courage

under the snowfall, he calls your name

when you turn around his dark hair is lightly dusted with snowflakes, only making him look more ethereal, and his eyes are determined

you don’t know what’s up with you today and why suddenly he’s making you feel like a teenager dealing with their first crush under his gaze

“yes?”

he comes closer, much more than he’s ever been, so close that you’re frozen on the spot

“just wanted to let you know that you can redeem your mistletoe kiss whenever you want to”

there’s a smugness in his voice, in his pouty smirk and a sense of accomplishment shining clear in his honey eyes

have they always been this mesmerizing?

his words and his warmth leave you breathless for just a beat too long, until your eyes fall on his lips

when you look back into his eyes, his are already looking at you, waiting

“alright,” you mutter lowly, pecking his lips once, testing the waters

he places another peck on your lips and, before you know, you’re kissing him

it feels exhilarating, and soft, so soft, just like his lips. just like the hand that’s come up to cup your cheek, bringing you closer, deepening the kiss.

when you come up for air you giggle, yeosang following suit

“may i also interest you in a coffee?” he asks, hand still on your cheek, gently brushing away snowflakes before they melt. you smile.

“i thought you hated me,” it almost sounds like a question and your brow furrows when he clicks his tongue.

“have you ever heard about the concept of quiet, introverted people who feel highly intimidated by awesome, funny, pretty people?”

you laugh, finally presented with the answer to the question that most replayed in your head

“take me on a date, hilarious, quiet, handsome guy”

he blushes and you know he’ll blame it on the cold, but only brushes his nose against yours

and to think you thought he couldn’t stand you mere hours ago

now he’s here, making your heart melt like snow upon touching his perfect skin

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jwonsociety · 1 year

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xmas with ot7

genre: fluff! / wc: 0.8k / lowercase intentional

→ happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate <3 it's still xmas in my timezone so hopefully this isn't too late ^^

jungwon → ugly sweaters

won definitely enjoys a good old ugly holiday sweater and wants you to buy them with him 💘 the cornier, the better. he insists to get you an oversized sweater because he thinks you look so adorable in it :((( if you two are feeling extra festive he’ll get you matching ones!! pictures are definitely a must bc he wants to show off to everyone how cute you two are together 😭 at first you think it’s a little silly but it quickly becomes ur favorite festive tradition with wonie 🫶🫶 plus sometimes you can convince him to wear a santa hat/reindeer headband and he looks so cuteeee :(((

heeseung → xmas market

it may not be as expected but hee is totally the type to love those cozy little holiday markets. he enjoys looking at everything the vendors are selling -- he examines each individual ornament with this adorable amazement 😭 and his eyes light up whenever he sees christmas lights :((( he’s so cute. he’ll grab your hand and always tell you to look at this or look at that and he offers to buy you anything you want 💘 by the end of the day he’s bought you a ton of little gifts and he’s so excited to put the ornaments he bought up on the tree :)

jay → making cookies

this man is talented in the kitchen and his expertise certainly doesn’t stop at holiday baking 😇 he’ll let you pick any recipe you want and then buy all of the ingredients himself <3 you honestly don’t really know what you’re doing but jay is happy to help you 😭 imagine him wrapping his arms around you from behind as you roll out the dough aghhh :((( he splurged on all different cookie-cutter shapes, frosting colors, and sprinkles because he loves to spoil you. you two make gingerbread men and decorate them to look like each other which sort of ends up as a mess but it doesn’t matter bc it’s still delicious 🫶🫶 ALSO jay wiping frosting on your nose like a cheesy hallmark movie UGH my heart

jake → movies

jake is definitely a sucker for the holiday classics -- elf, home alone, you name it. you and him snuggle up on the couch underneath a cozy blanket and just marathon them all day <333 occasionally he can even recite certain scenes word for word and you absolutely tease him for it 😭 but deep down you think it’s endearingly nerdy. he laughs whole heartedly at every corny joke and you can’t help but laugh too <3 as much as jake loves these movies, in reality he’s just happy to spend time snuggling with you :((( after a while you two fall asleep in each other’s arms as the tv plays 🫶

sunghoon → karaoke

we’ve all seen how this boy will go wild when given a karaoke mic 😭 when “all i want for christmas is you” starts playing it’s OVER. you two will be screaming the lyrics so loud your vocal chords might give out. sunghoon is channeling his inner mariah while you try (and fail) to hit the whistle notes. both of you will entertain yourselves for hours singing all of the holiday classics <333 sunghoon will jump up on the coffee table to dance and pull you right up there with him. he’ll hold you in his arms and look you right in the eyes as he sings because he wants to serenade you 😭 you might get some noise complaints from the neighbors but you two don’t care at all 🫶

sunoo → decorating

you already know this boy is a connoisseur at christmas decorating <3 he’s got everything covered from the lights to the wreath to the tree ornaments. sunoo has his heart set on being the best-decorated place in town because he won’t settle for anything less 🫶 you two have so much fun putting up all the lights and making them looking all pretty, and when you can’t reach high enough to place them he helps you out :((( he even has custom ornaments with your name on them to put on the tree!! after you two are done your place looks like something off of a christmas card and you two pass out on the couch after all your hard work 💘

niki → sledding

it doesn’t matter if it’s freezing outside, if there’s snow on the ground niki WILL force you to go outside with him. he insists on going to the steepest possible hill in your neighborhood and sledding for HOURS 😭 tbh you’re scared shitless bc this boy wants to go at maximum speed but he insists it’s fine 😭 niki sits behind you in the sled and wraps his arms around you before he tells you to hold on tight and pushes off. as you two fly down the hill you’re screaming your head off while he’s just maniacally laughing 💀 and even tho you were scared at first once you reach the bottom you’re already asking to go again :)))

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen ot7 #enhypen x reader #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura niki #enha

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weirdsht · 3 years

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Creterion . Prelude - SAGAU

a/n: Can’t believe the first fic I wrote got so much attention hehe so here’s another one of my ideas. I’m thinking of writing them as a series that can still be read as a stand alone but I don’t have writing experience so pls let me know what you think

Warnings: hints of soft!yan (i don't think it's even there lol), tbh i don’t see anything that needs to be warned yet so pls tell me if you see something

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

masterlist

Maybe it was boredom

Maybe it was loneliness

Maybe it was gameplay

Maybe it was the pretty graphics

You’re not sure what it is that got you into this game but you sure don’t regret it. Every moment you spend playing the game is precious. Perhaps you just want to escape the real world you live in, all the responsibilities put onto you, all the expectations, and just have fun living in a fictional world through controlling characters you’ve acquired.

Maybe it's just a bug

Maybe it’s an easter egg

Maybe it’s a staff making a mistake

Maybe it’s you unknowingly winning a raffle

Extra primogems, more mora, artifacts with good stats that you’re sure you didn’t farm for, and many more. Sure it’s quite alarming, but who would turn down free stuff? Especially when you get those extra primogems and intertwine during the banner of a character or weapon that you really want.

At least that's what you try to tell yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing is amiss, even if when you search about the things you’re experiencing nothing pops up. It doesn’t help that your game seem to give you more lore than what you see from others’. Doesn’t help that sometimes the characters you use seem to stare right through you and are speaking directly to you. You try to ignore everything though because you just love the game too much.

Maybe this is a mistake

Maybe this is just a realistic dream

Maybe this is an elaborate prank

Maybe this is you losing your mind

Those are the things you try to tell yourself when you wake up in a place you’ve never been before but are very familiar with. After a little bit of looking you notice that you must be in Dragonspine. How is that possible though? Last thing you remember is falling asleep on your bed, in your house and now you’re in this random room filled with lavish things. Before you can stand up and explore more to find out where you are and what happened a certain Windborne Bard came into the room.

You’re still trying to convince yourself that this whole is a prank, but this is so real, the three Archons standing along with Mondstadt’s Chief Alchemist standing before you insisting that you shouldn’t move around looks so real. The place you’re residing in couldn’t have been made for a mere prank. The finest silks covering your body, the expensive ornaments the room is glad in, and other fine details your eyes can land on seem too real for this to be a prank. Perhaps it’s a mistake then? They keep on addressing you as if you’re someone of importance. Surely they’ve got the wrong person. You’re just a normal person trying to balance work, school, and playing…

Wait, all those things, all those you noticed while playing the game. The ‘bugs’ your game has that you try to convince yourself that it means nothing. How your characters seem to be talking directly to you while they’re idle. This whole thing still doesn’t make sense though.

But maybe...

Just maybe...

Maybe you are their God after all.

#self aware genshin #cult genshin #genshin cult au #genshin impact #genshin venti #aether #sagau #yandere genshin impact #soft yandere #albedo #cult au #platonic yandere #Creterion . Sagau

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calpops · 3 years

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the decorations | c.h.

Welcome to the first installment of 12 dates with calmas! There will be one blurb every day through Christmas! Happy holidays if you celebrate and good times to you all! ♥️

You and Calum go decoration shopping in an attempt to make your daughter’s first Christmas perfect. Shoutout to @notinthesameguey for such a fun idea, everyone go give Blanca some much deserved love!

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“Cal, look,” you say and grab your husband’s attention as you pull an ornament from its hook in the aisle. Calum turns to gaze at you, your five month old daughter snuggled into his arms. Mila is half awake, her eyes barely open as her head rests against Calum’s chest. Her baby carrier is in the cart but neither of you are prone to using it, always opting to have her in your arms where it feels she’s the safest. Calum raises his eyebrows in question at the ornament in your hand and strides across the aisle as Mila yawns.

“What is it?” Calum asks as he scans the item in question with a sweeping gaze. Gold and glitter adorn the ornament and a space in the middle leaves him confused.

“It’s for a family photo,” you inform and toss it into the cart without any further question or information. Calum grins at your antics and takes a peek into the cart you’ve both been mindlessly filling all morning. Everything from garland to window clings of snowflakes to ornaments to endless strings of lights to wall hangings and wreaths are buried amongst each other in the cart. “Are we missing anything?”

“I’m pretty sure we have half the store in our cart,” Calum says around a laugh and takes a small step closer to you as he watches your nose crinkle and eyebrows furrow in thought. You bite your lip for a moment and Calum knows how far gone your thoughts are taking you—to the other half of the store yet to be bought.

“It’s our baby’s first Christmas. I want it to be perfect,” you finally say and close the slight distance between you, Calum and Mila. Your hand reaches up to stroke Mila’s cheek and your eyes soften as she gazes at you with a little smile. “Besides, we’ve never decorated the house before. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Calum simply nods, knowing how important Mila’s first Christmas is to you, also feeling the same amount of importance in his own heart. You and your daughter are everything to him. Your first Christmas as a family shines in the distance with string lights and glitter filled ornaments. Calum knows all that is in the cart are just accessories to the day, that the most important thing is being together. But the shine of happiness and awe in your eyes at Christmas decor convinces him the rest is worthwhile, even down to the napkin holders and Christmas collar for Duke.

“Should we get anything for the yard?” you ask next as you wander down another aisle with Calum and Mila following. “We could get the inflatable Santa… or is that too tacky?”

Calum huffs out a laugh at the serious contemplation on your face as your eyes scan yard ornaments and lights. “Sweetheart, we’re buying matching pajamas for you, me, Mila and Duke; I think we’re well past tacky.”

“Yeah?” you ask with a light smile and slowly reach for the jolly looking Santa to not so inconspicuously put it among all of the other decorations much to Calum’s amusement. “Stockings!” You blurt out as the looked past but very much needed staple of Christmas enters your thoughts. “We don’t have stockings yet.”

“We can fix that,” Calum promises and bounces Mila slightly as she starts to stir in his arms. “I think there’s one empty spot in there for them.”

You smirk around a giggle at Calum’s slight teasing and lead your family down a few more aisles to find a wall of stockings to choose from. Mila calms as Calum continues to soothe her and sway where you both stand in inspection of the different designs. Your hand holds one of Mila’s, your voice coos to her as she settles and you ask her opinion on any stocking that catches your eye.

“Do you like this one, lovebug?” you ask with a white knit one in hand. When Mila doesn’t respond you shake your head. “Me either.” You place it back with the others and keep searching.

“Up there,” Calum says and gestures with a nod of his head. The ones he points out are too high up for you to grab. You give him a pointed look and reach out for Mila instead of stockings. He laughs and reluctantly hands her to you; the only disagreements you get in lately over who gets to hold her. For being five months she’s still small and having her in your arms reminds you of that fact. She fits so perfectly into your hold that anytime she’s in your arms it takes your breath away for just a moment. She’s been growing, the difference between her days in the incubator to being three months and now five still strike you. But she remains tiny and precious in your hold. A rush of people pass you, your back turning to them to keep Mila from being in the fray as Calum reaches up to grab the stockings he pointed out. He brings them down to your eye level with a proud smirk and tilts his head as he awaits your approval.

You immediately smile at the stockings in his hand and bounce with Mila in your arms to make her adjustment to your hold to her liking. She lets out a small little noise as she settles and the people pass by without incident. You give the stockings another once over and watch as Calum shuffles his feet and his cheeks grow pink.

“Little bears?” you ask with fondness in your tone, the stockings fuzzy with little ears on the top and cute little faces on the upper third.

“For momma bear, papa bear and baby bear,” he explains with a little giggle that makes your chest grow with warmth. His bashful explanation makes your heart flutter and heat creep through you; the world of parenting still relatively new, the small quirks and new titles not losing their allure. Calum’s eyes grow wide for a second and he quickly turns to grab another off the wall. “And dog bear,” he quickly adds on so as to make sure the entire family is included.

“They’re perfect,” you praise and give Calum a chaste kiss on the cheek as Mila makes a small noise that you both take as approval and a plea to go home.

Once you do get home, Mila is put in her bassinet for a nap and you’re both faced with endless bags of decorations you turn to Calum.

“Are sure it’s enough?”

Calum laughs. “I think we’ll make do.”

“You think her first Christmas will be perfect?”

“Of course,” he says and pulls you to him, hands running up and down your arms to soothe you. “She’s got you. Can’t get any better than that.”

You giggle at Calum’s cheesy but heartfelt statement and settle into his arms, laying your head against his chest just like Mila does. “Now all we have to do is decorate, get presents, wrap the presents, make sure she watches all the classic Christmas movies”—Calum cuts off your rambling list by running his fingers through your hair and easing the perfectionism in you.

“What’s this really about?” Calum asks, knowing that there’s an underlying reason for seeking perfection.

You feel caught, your husband’s innate ability to see through you like stained glass never failing to catch up. You sigh and pull back so you can look him in the eyes.

“My parents never cared enough to have a good Christmas. I just want Mila to have better.”

Calum nods his understanding, eyes gone glossy and soft as he gazes at you. “I promise she will. And I promise that you will have the best Christmas too.”

With Calum’s promise and the rationale that just being with your family will make the day perfect you settle back into his arms and hold onto his words and love.

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bbhyeoliskooks · 3 years

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.- : ✧ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ✧ : -.

➶ TXT’s Reaction to Seeing you Excited for Christmas Like a Little Kid

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Genre: 5 cups of snowflakes and fluff~!

Warnings: None~~

(omg, watch me post every day now for christmas ?? i haven’t been working on stuff because of assignments and stuff so i’m sad, i really wanted to write a lot for the holiday this year :(( but iss okay~! We have now and hopefully you guys will like it hehe)

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. ⋅ ˚̣- Yeonjun:

*’. All year you had been begging to do so many fun activities with him for your first Christmas together as a couple

*’. Every time though, he would boop your adorable lil’ nose and say with a teasing tone, “just be patient and wait~!”

*’. But how could you be patient when the best time of the year was coming???

*’. Yeonjun knew how excited you were for this when you counted down the days starting from November, so he guessed he was really in for a ton of screaming when the first day of December came

*’. When the month of December finally arrived, you were on your toes for all of the holiday cheerings and greetings !

*’. It was just pure happiness wherever you went- you saw everyone with big smiles painted on their faces, little children running around the store to look for Santa, and especially the couples who gifted each other surprises every week

*’. Yeonjun woke up at 12am on Christmas morning because of how much you were screeching and screaming to the top of your lungs

*’. “Will you calm down for a second? We have the rest of the day to spend, but I need some sleep first.” “Jjunie, but it’s Christmas already! I just wanna-” chuuu <3

*’. When he saw the stars sparkle in your eyes, he couldn’t help but instantly pull you aside and gift you with some pretty early passionate kisses

*’. It was the least Yeonjun could do for you, really~! You’re his adowable, widdle baby of course hehe

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. ⋅ ˚̣- Soobin:

*’. The Christmas Tree was exceptionally stunning this year ! With all of its gleaming ornaments that hadn’t broken down from the past few years, it wasn’t that hard to believe

*’. It honestly was quite a journey to get the tree inside of the house, but luckily both you and Soobin were able to scuffle enough with the struggle to decorate it from home

*’. Seeing how you happily placed ornament after ornament on the pine tree warmed his heart

*’. “Soobders! Doesn’t this one look so pretty?! I think we should shop for more so that I know which ones you really like.”

*’. He absolutely couldn’t say no, okay…

*’. “Ai, love. You’re the prettier one here, be quiet.”

*’. It seemed that you didn’t hear him as you gazed in wonder at your favorite one- his heart was going crazy because of it

*’. Poor him, he couldn’t concentrate on getting the task done since you were so alluring under the Christmas lights hehe

*’. And poor you, didn’t know what kind of effect you had on Soobders here !!

*’. Needless to say, you didn’t get finished decorating the Christmas tree :// but no need to worry, you couldn’t complain because Soobin flung you over his shoulder to have some cuddly times <3

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. ⋅ ˚̣- Beomgyu:

*’. Voila! You stared at yourself in the mirror with satisfaction, adoring how gorgeous you were in your favorite winter outfit

*’. It was actually for a party, you never dressed up quite this much unless there was an important occasion.

*’. Excitement brought itself up from your jumping feet to your trembling arms… in complete realization that it was just a few hours 'till Christmas morning and you’ll definitely be the happiest person ever !

*’. Beomgyu saw how happy you were dancing around in the mirror, and just had to stop his movements- only to stare and coo at you from behind

*’. He truly couldn’t resist giving you a gift from how thrilled you were in front of him

*’. “Princess! I brought you something!”

*’. You immediately looked behind you once you heard the word ‘princess’ to see him rummage under the pocket of his suit, trying to get something from out of there

*’. He walked closer to you, snatching out a tiny box with bright, red wrapping paper on it

*’. You hurriedly opened it with just a little touch of hesitation from how happy he was to give it to you, not expecting that

*’. Oh my gosh :o!! It was the prettiest golden necklace with a letter of B on it ( )

*’. Once he said that it was something to remember him by whenever you miss him, you knew at that exact moment you were so incredibly whipped that it was laughable

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. ⋅ ˚̣- Taehyun:

*’. Oh. No. Oh. My. Gosh. No.

*’. As much as Taehyun loved the Christmas holidays, he was NOT ready to hear that Mariah Carey song blast in his ear 24/7, especially from you who knew he absolutely despised whenever the radio played it

*’. Actually, back in June when you were getting sad about it not being winter, he made you promise you wouldn’t play this in the house, not even once

*’. Guess what

*’. You didn’t let him live one second without hearing it

*’. Who could blame you??? You were so exhilarated that the holidays had come !! Which meant so many gifts and sincere love to give to the love of your life !!

*’. He made sure to appease every single one of your efforts of playing that song by a few encouragements like cuddles or subtle kisses on your hands

*’. BUT NO, THAT DIDN’T WORK EITHER CRIIII

*’. Cue the puppy eyes he totally has no control saying no over

*’. Although… you were so cute and tiny despite your height that girlie, he fell in love with your stunning spirit over and over again ~~

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. ⋅ ˚̣- Kai:

*’. If someone said the word Christmas from a mile away, you would sPRINT out of wherever you were, throwing hands on the streets because of the happiness that simply overwhelmed the rest of your emotions

*’. We can say that Kai hit you with his plushies to make sure you wouldn’t get away from him any longer :DD and good thing he succeeded because you were going crazy over the idea of hot chocolate with marshmallows

*’. Gifts only made your want stronger unfortunately, the need to wrap a few gifts getting on your nerves from how itching your hands were to prep up some happiness

*’. The week before Christmas, you were getting sad since you hadn’t gone shopping with Hyuka yet :((

*’. Okay, he just couldn’t say no to your cute grin when you asked him to accompany you to the stores >3< he needed to go shopping with you now~~

*’. You basically dragged him everywhere- to the Christmas tree perched in the middle of the mall to the decorations section where snowmen were singing their own merry tunes

*’. His feet and legs were aching, but hey !! You were so happy with him that he could say his body didn’t hurt one bit <333

*’. You made it up to him later by making a few cookies you knew he adored

*’. He’d return the favor- would definitely calm you down during night by singing a few Christmas carols or even putting on a movie~~

*’. Not before giving you your early Christmas gifts… which were some sweet kisses okay

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ushidoux · 3 years

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UshiMae Cookies and Fucking

Merry Late Christmas! I hope you enjoy this little gift <3 ilysm and am so happy to have you in my life!

Looking at the several bowls full of colorful frosting, containers of sprinkles, and Christmas themed cookie cutters you know this will be a fun surprise once Wakatoshi makes it home. You grab the recipe book your mother gave you several years back, remembering this might be the first time you’ve actually used it. The sugar cookie recipe is easy to find in the holiday section, a bonus that it isn’t a tough recipe. Setting everything out you measure everything and get the cookies made, cut, and into the oven for the cookies to bake.

You hear the front door door open. Peeking out of the kitchen and seeing ‘Toshi taking his shoes off, his volleyball bag flung over his shoulder and resting on his back. “Welcome home,” you chime, wiping your hands on a dish towel and tossing it onto the counter. “How was your day?”

“Practice was long,” he kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug. “It went well, can’t complain.” He smells nice, reminding you that you’re glad he always showers at the gym before coming home. “How was your day?”

“It was good, I didn’t have much to do besides clean up here a bit.” You tell him. “I have a surprise for you,” you reluctantly pull away from his hug. “Put your stuff up, then meet me in the kitchen.”

He turns to go down the hall to your bedroom, then you return to the kitchen. You pull the baked sugar cookies from the oven and place them on top of the stove to cool before frosting them.

“It smells good in here,” he says coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

You rest your head back against his shoulder and kiss his cheek softly. “I thought you might enjoy decorating cookies with me for tomorrow.”

“Oh yes, the Christmas party with your friends,” he says slowly.

“They’re your friends too, in fact you’ve known their boyfriends longer than you’ve known me. So, I think we should consider it YOUR friend’s party.” Despite the differences he’s had with Tooru, they always stayed in touch… even if it was just to bitch at one another and critique their techniques. His relationship with Daichi is far different, since they never met other than the one game in high school, but since you were close with his wife they’d bonded in that odd way men do when their girlfriend brings their friends around.

“I know, I know. I doubt Tooru will be baking cookies with Khoosha tonight.”

You laugh at his comment and suggest he’s the one forcing her to bake instead. He laughs then you begin decorating cookies for the party at Kaley’s home.

“You could make the lines a little straighter on the candy canes,” you say, forcing yourself to stop smiling. He looks flustered while trying to apply the red and white icing evenly, trying to make them perfect.

“I’m trying,” he says short and clipped.

You reach over, rubbing his arm softly. “I’m just picking babe, look at mine.” You hold up the Christmas Tree shaped cookie, with green icing and several specks of blue and red to represent lights. “It’s just goofy, it’s fine. Everyone will love them.”

He smiles and finishes up icing the first cookie. You give him a Santa shaped one, and begin working on a Christmas ornament shaped one for yourself. The flow of decorating, small talk, and pleasant silence takes place over the next several minutes. Ushi riches over you, his hand grazing your chest and making you look up feeling suddenly flustered. He notices, chuckling but going back to working on his cookie.

You finish the cookies, placing them on a cute tray to take over tomorrow to the party. You bend over to place the cleaned cookie sheet into the drawer under the stove, then feel two large hands on your ass. Wakatoshi fingers dig into the fat of your ass, you stand up and lean against the stove.

“Babe-”

“No,” he says firmly, his body pressing against your back and his hands gripping your ass tighter.

“Daddy,” you clarify moaning as one of his hands reaches around and starts to tease you through your pants.

“Good girl,” he praises then pulls you away from the stove and spins you around to face him. “Do you want to really please daddy?”

You nod slowly, biting your bottom lip to contain your excitement. You watch carefully as he reaches over to the right, his pointer and middle fingers dipping into the red frosting and lifting them up to your lips. You part your lips letting him place his sweet fingers on your tingle. Closing your mouth around him you suck lightly, your tongue staking all the frosting from him.

You keep your eyes focused on his, and he smirks watching you suck on his fingers. “Now get down on your knees for me baby girl.” You open your mouth, taking his fingers out and dropping to your knees. Through his track pants you palm his half hard cock. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and he lets out a quiet moan.

Hooking your fingers into his pants and underwear you pull them down around his ankles and take his cock in your hand. You lean forward, taking the head of his cock between your lips. Your tongue swirls around it, before you close your lips completely on him. He groans loudly, his fingers tangling in your curls and pushing you down more on his cock.

He grows harder and longer in your mouth, making it harder for you to take him fully but you close your eyes and breathe through your nose slowly. You take him all in, the head of his cock pushing against the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Fuck, you’re so good at blowing me baby” He groans pulling you back by your hair and letting you breathe. “You’re even better at taking me inside of you, baby girl. Stand up, and bend over.”

You nod, loving how demanding he’s being this afternoon. Usually, it’s understood what he wants since you’ve been together long enough to learn every desire and need when having sex. You lean over the counter and ‘Toshi quickly pulls your pants and underwear down just enough to give him access to your cunt.

“Are you ready baby girl?” He asks you, the head of his cock already starting to part your lips.

“Please daddy,” you groan, pushing back against him. “I need you.”

He chuckles, pressing into you and stretching your walks. You close your eyes, leaning into the counter and enjoying the pure bliss coming from inside you. He starts fucking into you, holding your hips tight, his fingers digging into your skin, you know it’ll leave bruises. The sense of pride you get from the fingerprint bruises makes the pending orgasm so much better.

“Harder,” you beg, wanting him to ruin you against the counter. He says nothing, but the speed and roughness of his thrusts pushes you hard against the counter nearly knocking the breath from you.

You cry out as his cock starts to hit that deep spot inside of you that makes you unwind each and every time he finds it when you fuck. As if he can read your mind, he starts focusing his thrusts there, making you cum around his cock crying out for him.

“That’s right baby, cum for daddy.”

You grip the counter as he fucks you through your orgasm, your cunt starting to feel overstimulated. However, you can tell by the more erratic and hard thrusts he’s nearing his climax. Within a few thrusts he cums inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You can already feel it dripping down your thighs from your abused hole before he pulls out. He leans over, kissing your neck and shoulders softly as he pulls out of you. He helps you clean up then gets you into a warm bath with him.

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, wrapping his arms around you as you relax against him in the hot bath water.

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Response: KALEY THANK YOU FJFALKDS;FJALDF I LOVEEEE YOU <333

#christmas fic #ushimae #submission #i'm always fed by my friends ahhh

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aceofstars16 · 6 years

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The Best Present

Merry Christmas everyone!!! I was really in the mood to write something Christmassy and fun tonight, so I decided to try and write a cute little drabble about Hopper and El’s first Christmas together as a family because I love them and fluff is good for the soul <333

(I don’t know if Hopper actually found El the day after he left those Eggos but...he could’ve so...*shrugs*)

Hope y’all like it and I hope y’all have a lovely Christmas <3

Fic below the cut;

Hopper had gotten a lot of presents in his lifetime. Most of them faded. They would be given or thrown away, meaningful once but meaningless after a time. A few stayed with him. The tie Sara had decorated and given him, a card she had drawn all her own. The only ones that he cared about had been from Sara. But he could never bring himself to look at them for long. The season was just too painful. A reminder of all he had lost. Years passed by and the holiday no longer held any joy. He went to the police department’s Christmas party because people would wonder if he didn’t, but it never felt happy. Most of the time he drowned out his sorrows with alcohol, waking up the next day feeling just as miserable as ever. He didn’t expect anything to change. How could it when his life had fallen apart?

But the Christmas of 1983 changed all of that. He had taken food to the lock box the night before, for a cryptic that hunters claimed was stealing their food. But Hopper knew better. The descriptions of a girl that could make things fly could only be one person. Eleven. He didn’t know what he had expected from helping her out. All he knew was that he couldn’t just sit around knowing she was out there freezing and starving.

1983 he had taken her into his grandpa’s messy old hunting cabin. A year later they were in the same cabin. But the cabin looked much different now. Lights hung around the cozy living room – borrowed from Joyce, she had a plethora of them after all. A tree was nestled in the side of the room. Some simple ornaments hung from its branches and an old star Hopper had found was balanced precociously at the top.

Morning light was shining softy through the window, made brighter by the snow that had yet to melt from the snowfall a few days ago. It all seemed so surreal. Sure, it wasn’t grand. Only a few presents sat under the tree and the decorations were far from glamorous. But as Hopper surveyed the scene before him, he shook his head in disbelief. Who would’ve guessed that a little telekinetic girl would’ve made his life so much better?

Poking his head into El’s room, he saw her sleeping peacefully – a rarity for her, but if anyone deserved a peaceful Christmas sleep it was her. Hopper knew he should wake her up, but he found himself simply watching her, unable to hold back a small smile as he realized that no present would ever measure up to the gift he had gotten last year. El had given him a reason to live again. She reminded him how to laugh, how to smile, how to live. She wasn’t Sara - he would never get his little girl back. But this year he had a daughter again. Her laugh was a little quiet, her social skills were a lacking, and sometimes she was a little…difficult, but Hopper loved her all the same and for the first time in years, he was excited for Christmas.

El had never had a Christmas before. Or at least not a legitimate one according to Hopper. But there was a bubbling excitement in her chest as she sat down in front of the tree, eagerly grabbing a present before rushing over and handing it to Hopper.

“You don’t want to open yours?” There was a confused expression on his face, as he tilted his head.

“No. You first.” El said, nervousness building in her chest. She hadn’t known what to give him at first. Not having money meant she had to make something, and she didn’t have much experience with crafting things, but thankfully for her, the boys had a little experience.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

The paper was torn off to reveal a thin box – Mike had let her borrow that, in fact he had helped her wrap the whole thing. Hopper carefully removed the lid and pulled out the presents – a sheet of paper, or more specifically a drawing Will had helped her with, and a bracelet. A smile appeared on his face as he looked at the drawing, but as she looked closer it almost looked like he was…sad?

“Do…do you like it?” El asked quietly. She so wanted to do Christmas right, to let him know how much she appreciated all that he had done for her. And per Mike’s suggestion she had even written Merry Christmas Dad on the picture, maybe it had been too much. After all, she still wasn’t quite used to the fact that she had a dad now, despite the fact that Hopper had felt like family for a while now.

“Yeah…yeah, I love it.” He looked up at her, a smile on his face that reached his eyes.

Relief and joy washed over El as she smiled back. Then she quickly pointed to the bracelet. “Mike helped me make that. So we can match.” She held up her arm, displaying the bracelet he had given her after he had officially become her father.

Hopper picked up the bracelet carefully, that sadness washed over his features again, but then he looked up. “It’s perfect,” he said quietly, then held out his arm. “Come here, you.” A grin broke out on El’s face as she flung her arms around him and felt him return the hug.

“Merry Christmas…dad.” She mumbled into his sweater, still unsure about the word. But as his arms tightened around her, she relaxed.

“Merry Christmas, El.”

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calpops · 3 years

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decorating | c.h.

Decorating the house for your daughter’s first Christmas comes with laughter and fond moments you and Calum will always remember.

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Day 5 of 12 dates with calmas | dates with cal masterlist

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Calum finds himself lost in a drift of endless decorations. All of the bags you brought home from your plight of shopping not adding up to the near mountain of decor scattered around in his mind. He knows you both filled the cart to the brim and then some—hands and a basket taking over where the cart failed—but this amount will leave no shelf, window or wall space bare. His eyes are wide and contemplative as he tries to formulate a game plan for where everything will go. He feels lost but he finds you and Mila coming down the hallway as he takes the last decoration out of a bag.

“I think we have enough to decorate the entire neighborhood,” Calum says with a wry smile as your gaze sweeps the mass amount of glitter and decor.

“We can give some to Ashton,” you suggest. “He could decorate his lemon tree.”

Calum snaps out a laugh at your teasing of his best friend and trades tinsel in his hand for Mila in yours. She was just fed and burped and for all of those minutes she was gone Calum missed her. He kisses her forehead as soon as she’s in his arms and he’s greeted with a smile that turns to a small giggle and then pouty lips. Mila’s eyes are heavy, already tired after being fed, and Calum knows she won’t stay awake for the entire decorating process. The little yawn she lets out after her joy of being in Calum’s hold also speaks to that fact.

“I don’t know where to start,” Calum admits as he starts to gently sway so Mila will be peacefully coaxed into sleep.

“The tree?” you ask and bite your lip. “I don’t know either. I’ve never decorated before.”

Calum feels a tug in his chest at your admission, already well aware of the fact that your parents never tried during the holidays. And though you’ve been together for years it’s the first year you’re doing more than just a small exchanging of gifts under a fake tree. “Whatever you want,” he promises with a small smile that he knows you’ll understand the meaning of. Your eyes shine as you gaze back at him.

Calum readjust Mila in his hold as she starts to drift. He can barely find her rocking infant seat that she loves to sleep in while you’re both preoccupied in the living room. He’s nearly certain it’s somewhere under a garland or mass amount of tinsel. Duke pads his way over to Calum and looks up at Mila, his favorite snuggle buddy too high up to reach. Calum grins down at him and promises they can snuggle soon. He gives a little bark and goes on his way, getting lost among the decorations.

The tree goes up and the ornaments go on all while Mila stays in Calum’s arms, the infant seat still lost to the cause of decor. He lets you hang the first Christmas ornaments and watches with adoration as your happiness glows brighter than the lights strung around the trees. You place them on branches right in the front, stagger them so Mila’s hangs one higher than yours. And then all that’s left is the tree topper.

“Next year when you’re bigger maybe you can do it,” Calum tells Mila who’s half asleep, tiny hands curled up against his chest. “These little hands are too small, so we’ll let mommy do it this year.”

You laugh at Calum’s explanation to Mila and place the golden and glowing star on top as Calum gives an appreciative and admiring nod to the completed tree. You move on to garland and finally find Mila’s seat under a strand of it; Calum places her in gently and lets the rocking motion lull her into a deeper sleep as Duke trots over to take up his usual position right beside her. The rest of the house comes together quickly but you take breaks to have fun, throwing tinsel and glitter at each other, laughing and putting decor in ridiculous places. The elf on the shelf ends up in the vegetable crisper in the fridge for a giggle, little things end up hidden from each other to find as surprises. By the time you’re nearly done Mila wakes with a small cry and Calum rushes to her.

“It’s alright, lovebug, I’ve got you,” he soothes as he reaches down to get her. Duke stands at attention as he does so, protective instincts always intact when it comes to the baby. All she needs to calm down is Calum’s hold and voice. You’ve both noticed over the months that when she wakes she needs instant attention.

You come over to them with stockings yet to be hung in hand and Calum gazes down at them as he continues to soothe Mila. Her cries are gone but she’s restless in his hold and the small noises she makes are not exactly content. All Calum wants is to make her smile and giggle. He shifts her in his hold so you can see her, so she can see you and the silly faces you make at her and the display of stockings in your hands.

“Look Mila, that one’s yours,” Calum says as you hold up the baby bear stocking. “You’re so tiny you could fit right inside it,” he says and gives her tummy a little tickle as he knows it will make her laugh.

“She could,” you say with a pouted lip and glossy eyes. “Remember when she fit in just one hand?”

Calum nods fondly, recalling peeking into her incubator and making the observation and being able to hold her for the first time, the palm of his hand plenty big to make her a home.

“Maybe I’ll just put you in mommy’s stocking on Christmas morning,” Calum jokes and scrunches up his nose as Mila kicks at the words he says. “Put a little bow in your hair. You’d be the cutest present ever.”

You laugh at the plans Calum can only imagine.

“You better wrap yourself up too. You two are my favorite presents I’ll ever have.”

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