"It feels weird being in your arms again," Synthia started as he snuggled against Kendall's chest, letting him caress his hair, "But it doesn't feel wrong"
The brunet kissed the top of his head, "I didn't think we would find ourselves in this position again, after so long, you know? It still doesn't feel real to me sometimes," he admitted in a whisper, worried Synthia would disappear from his arms.
"I actually don't," he looked up, his brown eyes meeting Kendall's, "You always meant too much for me to not come back to you," he leaned forward to gently peck at his lips.
"It was just a matter of time," he continued, toying with the strings of the oversized hoodie the brunet was wearing.
"The first time... it just was the right person at the wrong time. We just needed to focus on ourselves first to become the best version of us. Now? We are unstoppable, baby," he smiled, meaning every word he said.
"Those few years without being able to call you mine were awful, never again I want to experience that," Kendall commented as he held Synthia closer.
"And you won't have to worry about that because I'm not going anywhere," he closed the gap between their lips, taking his breath away.
The Perfect Gift (Synthia KissxKendall Gender) - Athena2
Summary: Synthia is the best at gift-giving, but after helping all her friends find presents, she can't find anything for Kendall. Kendall doesn't care in the slightest. Aka two really soft girlfriends for the holiday challenge.
A/N: Hi everyone! I've really been enjoying Synthia and Kendall and decided to write this. Is it too early for a Christmas fic? Maybe, but I'm excited I finished this and just wanted to share it. This is for the holiday challenge here, and the three challenge words I used are gift (which I also used in the title), shop, and party.
Thank you so so much to Writ for encouraging me to do this and for betaing, you're the best<3
Please leave feedback if you like, I would really appreciate it!!!
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If there’s one thing Synthia prides herself on, it’s gift-giving. There’s an art to it all, to finding just the perfect thing someone will love, something that will surprise them and make them feel special when they open it. There’s even an art in how she roams the store, eyes open to everything so she’s ready when the perfect thing takes her by surprise. She loves it, and she’s undeniably good at it, if the wide-eyed, open-mouthed reactions her gifts get are any indication.
She’s maybe a little too good at it, because everyone she knows has asked her to go shopping with them to help them get presents for their friends and family. All of December, she’s been up and down the mall and hit every store in the city, braving the cold and the snow and screaming kids waiting for sketchy mall Santas, all to help her friends find the perfect gift for everyone on their lists. She’s at the mall more than the employees at this point.
The only problem is that she’s been so busy helping other people shop that she hasn’t been able to find the perfect gift for Kendall yet. Synthia prefers shopping in person, so she can physically see everything, but every second of shopping has been devoted to helping her friends. She’s searched online too when she’s had time, just as backup, but she still hasn’t found the perfect thing. She doesn’t want to give Kendall just anything; it needs to be something really special, something that will stun Kendall when she opens it, and she needs to hurry, because if she waits much longer even priority shipping won’t be enough to get it here in time.
But she still has ten days. That’s enough time.
Right?
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“Do you think the green one is good?” Brooke asks.
“Your mom hates green,” Synthia says, not even looking away from the rows of purses.
“How do you know that and I don’t?”
Synthia just shrugs. She’s in her zone now, after an unsuccessful hour of helping her friend Brooke pick out presents, and she glides over to another shelf. “Get her this one. It has roses on it, you said she wants to plant roses in the spring.” She hands Brooke a navy purse covered in pink roses, and Brooke grins.
“That’s perfect. Thanks, Synthia.”
“Of course.” She glances around at the clothes across the store, thinking maybe she’ll find something for Kendall there--
“Okay, now we need to find stuff for all my nieces and nephews.”
“Don’t you have, like, eight of them?”
“Ten, actually.”
Synthia just sighs and follows her to the toy section.
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“Do you think my nephew would like one of those little cars you get in and pretend to drive?” Gia asks.
“I think--Gia, get out of that car before you kill someone!”
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Six days to go, and it’s looking like online orders are out of the question. Synthia had been up until two the night before, scouring the internet, only to have the bracelet she planned to buy Kendall sell out before she could get it, with restocks taking an estimated six weeks. In-person shopping isn’t going much better; stores are selling out of basically everything, which has only made nights helping people shop even longer, while the time and options for finding Kendall something continue to shrink.
She stumbles in the door that night after a full day of work, plus hours of helping her friend Priyanka pick out gifts. Her back aches from when Priyanka slipped on the ice and dragged them both down in a heap, and she swears there’s a bruise on her arm from an old woman whacking her with a Barbie car in an attempt to steal the Squishmallow unicorn she found for Priyanka’s niece. She should go back out and find something for Kendall, try to find a store open this late, but the rich smell of chocolate distracts her. Kendall is at the counter, pouring hot chocolate into two mugs, a plate of cookies in front of her.
“You made cookies?”
“I thought it would be nice. You’ve been so exhausted lately,” Kendall says softly.
Synthia collapses into her. She has been exhausted lately, and amidst all the exhaustion, a new guilt creeps in. Because not only has all the shopping been stressing her out, but it’s also been taking her away from Kendall, cutting into time that could be spent watching movies and making cookies, all their little holiday traditions. She only has two more friends to help, and then she vows to spend the rest of the time with Kendall.
“Thank you,” Synthia says. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with everything.”
“I think it’s sweet how you’re helping everyone. You’re like one of Santa’s elves,” Kendall teases. “I’m gonna get you an elf hat.”
“Try it and I’ll put a snowball on your pillow,” Synthia says lightly.
Kendall just grins. “Let’s go watch a movie and relax, okay?”
Synthia follows without protest, curling up and resting her head in Kendall’s lap as she starts Home Alone, and she’s asleep before the McCallisters even reach the airport.
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“...and last year my sister said she liked what I got her but I don’t think she did, and my other sister is gonna try to have the best gifts for everyone so we need to outdo her, and my other sister just had a baby so we need to hit that department next…”
Eve pauses to inhale, and Synthia massages her aching temples.
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“I like this one, and this one, and--ooh--this one.”
“Suki, are any of these things for people on your list, or are they for you?” Synthia asks.
“Well I have to treat myself first, you know!”
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The days leading up to Christmas fly by in a whirlwind of baking and ice-skating with Kendall and even more hours trudging through the mall to help her friends that wait for the last minute to do shopping. Not that Synthia has done much better this year—she ordered Kendall some things as a last resort, but none of them will arrive in time, which wouldn’t be a problem if she could find something to give her. But she can hardly find anything in stores, let alone the perfect gift, the one special thing that just screams Kendall, that will touch her when she opens it.
It’s Christmas Eve morning, and Synthia thinks that maybe, just maybe, she’ll be able to find something special in one of those downtown boutiques, even though every store she’s visited this month has been hit by a tornado of shoppers taking everything before she got there. Maybe some Christmas magic will happen. She wakes up slowly, wondering why there’s no arm around her waist, no body pressed against her back. She walks into the kitchen to see Kendall flipping pancakes, spinning around in her fluffy red bathrobe that she loves to wear when it’s cold like this, frost reaching across the windows.
“Morning, baby,” Kendall says.
“Morning.”
“I figured I’d let you sleep in and make you breakfast.”
“Thank you.” Synthia nuzzles against her at the stove, resting her head on Kendall’s shoulder. It’s so warm and cozy in here, so windy and freezing outside, and Synthia really, really doesn’t want to go out in this weather and do more shopping. She wants nothing more than to eat breakfast with Kendall and spend the day on the couch in their pajamas until tonight's Christmas party.
And that’s exactly what she does, her guilt over not having a gift fading for the day.
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The guilt comes back in full force once the party starts. Her friends rush up to her and say how excited they are to give everyone their gifts, how she saved Christmas for them, and though she’s happy, there’s a twinge of bitterness. How could she let herself get so wrapped up in things and help so many people that she didn’t even get Kendall a present, when Synthia loves her more than anyone? What will she tell Kendall tomorrow when there’s nothing for her to open? Deep down she knows Kendall won’t care, won’t be mad, but her own anger and disappointment twist painfully inside her. The party becomes nothing but noise around her, her friends just tiny blurs in her vision.
“Everything okay? You’ve been quiet.” There’s Kendall, caring about her as always, and it’s hard not to feel like she doesn’t deserve it. Not when she couldn’t even get her a present.
“Just a headache,” she lies.
“Do you want to go home?”
“Please,” Synthia whispers, holding in a tear.
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When they get back from the party, Synthia notices a box on the counter, wrapped in green paper with a shiny red bow on top. She and Kendall always give each other one present on Christmas Eve night, but Synthia doesn’t have one for this year. The box is just a reminder of her failure, and it hits hard enough for Synthia’s eyes to sting with tears she can’t hold back anymore.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Kendall is so worried, so loving, and it only makes Synthia feel worse. “Do you feel sick?” Kendall’s hand presses against her cheek to check for a fever, and Synthia lowers her head in shame.
“I didn’t—I didn’t get a gift for you,” Synthia says, unable to meet Kendall’s eyes. “I was so busy helping everyone I could never look for your present, and everything is sold out, and I ordered you some things but they didn’t get here in time, and I couldn’t find anything perfect for you anyway and I’m so sorry—“
She’s cut off by warm arms wrapping her in a hug as Kendall gently shushes her. “Shh, it’s okay. You could never buy me anything, and it wouldn’t matter. You know why?”
Synthia sniffles. “Why?”
Kendall steps back, looking at Synthia with nothing but love. “Because you’re my gift. I love you, and I know you love me too. That’s the best present I could ask for.” She tears the bow off her box and sticks it to Synthia’s hair. “There. The only gift I need.”
“You’re not mad?” Synthia asks, wiping her eyes.
“Of course I’m not mad. I know how hard you must’ve tried to get me something and how much you’ve helped everyone else.” Kendall gently wipes Synthia’s last few tears with her thumb. “But I will be mad if you don’t come watch a movie with me right now,” she says, scooping Synthia up into her arms.
“I’d love to.” She melts into Kendall’s embrace as she carries her to the living room, and it’s one of the best Christmases ever.
A Quiet Halloween (Synthia KissxKendall Gender) Athena2
Summary: Synthia and Kendall have a quiet Halloween together.
A/N: This is just a little Halloween surprise for @momsthetic, who asked for a Synthia/Kendall fic. It's really short and fluffy, and I hope you enjoy!
Synthia’s used to Halloween parties that go on so long November has officially started by the time they end, with costume changes and pounding music and drinks in unnatural colors. But then Kendall came along, and Synthia grew to enjoy the quiet Halloween with her. Just the two of them in matching pajamas, watching movies and eating all the candy they possibly could Synthia didn’t think she would like it at first, but it was kind of nice not to wake up the next day with a pounding headache and a ruined costume with suspicious stains and a mess she’d be cleaning until Christmas. And honestly, anything is nice with Kendall.
It’s their first Halloween since they moved in together, and Synthia throws herself into decorating while Kendall is at work. Just because they’re staying in doesn’t mean she can’t go for a little drama, so she throws on her skeleton pajamas and turns the living room into a giant blanket fort, stuffed with pillows and candy bowls and lined with fake cobwebs and jack-o-lantern string lights.
“That looks amazing.”
“Thank you.” Synthia poses in front of the fort, basking in the compliment until Kendall rolls her eyes.
“I’m putting my pajamas on, and then I’m gonna devour those peanut butter cups.”
“Not if I devour them first!”
Synthia slides under the fort and has barely unwrapped a candy before Kendall—breathless and with her matching pajamas hastily thrown on—sprints inside to join her, snatching the candy bowl.
“You sure you don’t mind staying in?” Kendall asks shyly. “I know you love big parties and everything—“
“I love you more,” Synthia says, squeezing Kendall’s hand.
“I love you too.”
Synthia starts the movie, immediately bursting into the Ghostbusters theme song.
“I thought this was a quiet Halloween,” Kendall teases.
“You know my singing doesn’t count,” Synthia says, popping a Hersey kiss into Kendall’s mouth and following it with a real one.
Summary: Kendall wakes up having a bad day, and Synthia is there for her.
A/N: Decided to do another fic for the holiday challenge! The words I used are snowflake, icy, and storm. Thank you to Writ for looking this over and encouraging me to post it! Please leave feedback if you'd like, I really appreciate it!
Kendall groans when she wakes up, pulling the blankets tighter around her in a useless attempt to ward off the cold. She burrows deeper into the pillow, knowing inside her that she probably won’t be able to get up today. Everything feels so heavy, she feels so heavy. The storm definitely isn’t helping. They’ve been shut inside two days already, and today will be the third. The windows are completely covered in frost, shocking your hands with an icy touch if you try to clean the window off. Not that anyone would want to--a clean window would only reveal the mountains of snow outside, the gray sky with no sun at all, the countless snowflakes somehow still falling after three days.
The snow was pretty when it came down the very first time this year, and she and Synthia ran outside to play in it. But now it’s stacked three feet deep, spilling over onto the road in blobs of gray mush. Now it’s just cold and heavy, and it feels like that cold and heaviness have seeped inside Kendall.
She can blame it on the storm—and the storm is definitely making things worse—but she knows it’s really Christmas that has her feeling like this, body pinned to the bed.
Kendall likes the things she does with Synthia, the traditions just for them. She likes how excited Synthia gets about Christmas, how she digs their tree out on November 1st when the Halloween decorations haven’t even come down yet, and Kendall happily does all the holiday things with her: decorating, making cookies, going ice skating, sledding down a giant hill. Kendall likes those things, would like it if Christmas was just that and nothing else.
But there are so many other parts of the holiday, and sometimes they’re too much. The gift exchanges with coworkers she has no idea what to buy. The work holiday party where some of her coworkers jokingly tell her to loosen up after she turns down every cocktail they offer. The holiday party with their friends. The long days spent with both of their families. The endless lines and crowds in every store you enter, all playing the same songs that tell you how happy you should be over and over. The feeling that every day up until Christmas should be spectacular, that she should be cheerful all month because it’s Christmas. It’s just too much, and all of it seems to be sitting heavily in her chest right now. Then the guilt slams into her as she lays there, because how can she be feeling like this when it’s supposed to be the happiest time of the year? How can she be tired of all the Christmas joy before the holiday’s even happened yet?
She hasn’t had a day like this in a long time, and that makes it harder too; harder when days like this have become just a distant memory to her. She knows she’ll feel like herself again soon, but that self feels far away, like it’s buried under the snow.
And she’ll be ruining whatever Synthia wants to do today. They can’t go anywhere with the storm, but she’ll probably want to bake or wrap presents, and Kendall can’t even lift her head off the pillow. She just wants to sleep, wake up when the sun is finally shining and the chill inside her has warmed.
“Morning,” Synthia says sleepily, cutting through her thoughts. “Looks like we’re inside again today.”
Kendall just sighs.
“Everything okay?” Synthia asks, worry in her voice, because she just knows Kendall that well.
“Bad day,” she says quietly. It’s all she can manage at this point, but it will be enough for Synthia, who’s helped Kendall through many days like this, just like Kendall’s helped her.
“I’m sorry, honey.” Synthia’s gentle hand rubs Kendall’s back, and it helps, just a little. “Do you want to talk about anything?”
“It’s just the holidays.” Kendall sighs again. “Everything feels like a lot right now and I’m just tired and I’m sorry—“
“Shh, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I love Christmas, but I know how hard and stressful it can be. You don’t need to feel bad about having a bad day.” Synthia smiles at Kendall. “Let’s just rest today, okay? We’ll stay in bed, and we don’t have to do anything at all.”
Kendall nods, wanting that more than anything, but that voice in her head won’t leave. “But you probably have stuff to do today—“
“There’s nothing I want to do besides stay here with you,” Synthia says firmly.
The voice quiets, and the cold weight in Kendall’s chest eases a little. Synthia loves her and wants to stay here with her, and Kendall doesn’t need to feel bad about it.
Synthia slips out of bed and returns with a bottle of water and Kendall’s meds, kissing her forehead after she takes her pills. Then she carefully lays another blanket over them both and flicks through countless channels of Christmas movies before landing on a Golden Girls rerun, which makes Kendall manage a smile.
“I’ve got you,” Synthia whispers, stroking Kendall’s hair, and the weight lifts a little more until Kendall drifts off to sleep.
