☁: Our muses go sledding. ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together.↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
I’m just doing all of yours at once and it’ll take forever mkay bai
☁: Our muses go sledding. [ can i just skip this one idk what sledding is mkay i've never seen snow or know what to do with it ]
"Get behind me," Mike laughed, sitting at the front of the sled. The Changs and Mottas had taken a family vacation to the Swiss Alps, and while the kids were too young to ski, they were never too young to sled. "And hold on tight!" He lowered his snow goggles, waited to make sure Sugar was behind him, and they kicked off the edge, hurtling down a steep snowy hill. She screamed and he screamed, and by the time they'd reached the bottom in a snowy pile, it took only seconds for them to run back up, shouting "Again, again!"
✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.
"Hey, Vamp." Manimal's self-assured voice rang out like a bell, the animalistic tones warping it into something almost threatening. "Do you want to build a snowman?" With that, he took the packed snow nearby, turned into a Gorilla, and hurled the 270-pound snowball at the unsuspecting villain. She was going down. He was yelling timber.
ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together.
Karma rummaged through her parents's disorganized baking equipment, scrunching up her nose at a particularly crusty pan. "Okay, do they ever clean around here?" she asked indignantly, not waiting for a response from her best friend before going to check another cabinet. "This place is a dead house." She turned to Amy, pouting. "I just want a sugar cookie shaped like a snowman! It shouldn't be this hard. How else are we going to kick off our winter movie wonderland without appropriate snacks?"
↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
Mike walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, arms stretched wide to show off his tweed jacket. The baby laughed, but his wife was far less amused. "You said it was time for the Christmas card photo!" he protested. "And I told you almost a year ago that we were going tweed. Isn't that right, Princess?" he cooed to their baby, who clapped with glee.
"You really don’t have to get me anything this year."
"I know," Rachel murmured, shrugging her shoulders. The blonde girl was particularly beautiful in white. "But I was getting something for Michael and I assumed it'd be unequal to not get something for you as well. As a token of good faith." She smiled at Quinn, glad that their fighting had been long over. All it had taken was meeting in person, really. "We're kind of friends, huh?" Rachel asked hopefully, eyes wide. "That's all I wanted for Christmas this year."
"Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?"
"Yes, we really do," Mike sighed. "They haven’t seen us in a while and besides, apparently they have something for the baby. I know my parents aren’t the most fun people in the world, but they miss their daughter-in-law so can you just - okay?"
"Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day."
"It’s the first day of December," Cater protested before snuggling down next to Charlie on the sofa anyway. "But fine. I like seeing you all casual anyway. As long as we start with Nightmare Before Christmas. Oh! Or Die Hard!" he laughed, glad to be cuddling his girlfriend.
"You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies."
"I'm just trying to make you feel better," Mike protested, looking meaningfully at his wife's ever-growing belly. "Trying to save you the humiliation of dressing up as St. Nick this year."
"Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it."
Mike furrowed his brow. "I'm fairly certain that the rules of mistletoe don't apply to anyone's rear, Sugar. Besides, even if I did, then I'd have to kiss whatever was below your butt, per the rules, of course."
"This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had."
Sugar was probably used to much more extravagant winter parties, with much fancier guests and much richer foods. This was a girl who probably got every gift she'd ever wanted ever. But here she was, at a simple get -together in someone's basement, laughing and drinking and having a ball. Mike felt a lump in his throat as he realized it was probably because no matter what else she'd had, it was probably the first Christmas she'd had where everyone was her friend.
"This is the worst Christmas ever."
"I know," Prince Mike agreed sadly. "But we have to stay strong. For our people. They all look to us...they all look to you, the lovely face of our kingdom." He held a hand up to her face, looking her square in the eyes. "I love you. And we will get through this invasion together. I swear it, by every God there ever was or will be."
[text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure?
[text]: ???[text]: Amy, you don't own mistletoe underwear. You wouldn't be caught dead in mistletoe underwear.[text]: OMG THAT TEXT WAS FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND I'M SO SORRY
[text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.
[text]: How do you mess up that badly?[text]: I don't even know what to tell you. Wow. [text]: Good luck cleaning that up.
[text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.
[text]: What happened? Fall off my window when trying to peek in?[text]: Shit, Quinn. You're really in the hospital. I thought you were just[text]: Never mind. Are you going to be okay?
[text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk!
[text]: No sane 15 year-old would ever text that sentence. You're something else, Sugary Motta. [text]: Did that makeout sess get you off the naughty list, at least?
