SUPA STRIKAS CHRISTMAS SPECIAL
El Matador
Christmas with El Matador is never subtle.
You wake up to rose petals leading from your bedroom to the living room, where a massive Christmas tree stands decorated in gold, red, and white. He’s already dressed impeccably, leaning casually against the doorway like this is just another day.
“Ah, cariño,” he smiles smoothly, arms opening. “Come. Christmas begins now.”
He gifts you something elegant, jewelry, wrapped perfectly, but the real gift is the way he pulls you into a slow dance right there, soft music playing. Outside, snow falls gently.
“You deserve a Christmas as magnificent as you are,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours.
Shakes
Christmas with Shakes feels like home.
You’re both in ugly Christmas sweaters, laughing as you attempt (and fail) to decorate cookies. Flour is everywhere, including his face, and when you laugh too hard, he pretends to be offended before pulling you into a hug.
He gives you a modest gift, wrapped unevenly. Inside is something deeply personal, a photo, a bracelet, something tied to a memory you share.
“I just… wanted it to mean something,” he says quietly.
You end the night curled up together on the couch, his arm around you, Christmas lights glowing softly.
Klaus
Christmas with Klaus is peaceful.
Snow falls outside as the fireplace crackles softly. He’s wearing a thick sweater, sleeves rolled up as he finishes cooking dinner. Everything smells warm, cinnamon, spice, something sweet.
He hands you a mug of hot chocolate and pulls you close, resting his chin atop your head.
“I don’t need much,” he says quietly. “Just you. That’s enough.”
His gift is simple but thoughtful, something warm, something useful, and the way he watches you open it tells you everything.
North Shaw
North isn’t big on festivities.
But he shows up anyway, hands slightly stiff as he hands you a small gift. Inside is something carefully chosen, something that tells you he paid attention.
You walk together through quiet streets lit by Christmas lights. No rush. No pressure.
At some point, his gloved hand brushes yours, then stays there.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, voice low but sincere.
Rasta
Christmas with Rasta is loud in the best way.
Music fills the room, lights are everywhere, and he’s already dancing before you’ve even sat down. He pulls you into the rhythm, laughing freely.
His gift is colorful and heartfelt, handmade, maybe, and he hugs you tightly when you thank him.
“Christmas is about love, yeah?” he grins. “And I got plenty of that for you.”
You dance until your feet hurt and your heart feels full.
Twisting Tiger
Twisting Tiger’s Christmas is surprisingly gentle.
You sit together on the floor, quietly wrapping gifts, soft instrumental music playing. He listens more than he speaks, but when he looks at you, it’s steady and warm.
His gift is meaningful, protective, symbolic.
“I may not say much,” he tells you, “but you matter.”
Later, he rests his forehead against yours, calm and grounding.
Cool Joe
Cool Joe makes Christmas look easy.
He cooks, jokes, and flirts effortlessly, leaning against the counter as he hands you your gift with a playful grin.
“Careful,” he teases. “Might steal the spotlight.”
But when the night winds down, his tone softens. He pulls you into a slow dance, one hand resting securely at your waist.
“Best part of Christmas?” he murmurs. “Sharing it with you.”
Big Bo
Christmas with Big Bo is full of food and laughter.
He cooks WAY too much, insisting you eat more, always checking if you’re warm enough. His gift is big, literally, but his smile when you hug him is even bigger.
He laughs shyly when you thank him.
“Just wanted you to feel happy,” he says simply.
You fall asleep on the couch with his arm carefully wrapped around you, like he’s afraid to disturb you.
Eagle Eye
Eagle Eye plans Christmas perfectly.
Every detail is intentional, lights, timing, gifts. He watches closely as you open what he got you, observing your reaction with quiet satisfaction.
“You like it?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
Later, you sit together in silence, watching snow fall outside.
“I see everything,” he says softly. “Especially you.”
Skarra
Christmas with Skarra surprises you.
He pretends not to care, scoffing at decorations, but somehow there are decorations. He hands you a gift with a casual shrug.
“Don’t read into it.”
Inside is something incredibly thoughtful.
When you look up, his expression softens, just slightly.
“Merry Christmas,” he mutters.
Later, he lets you lean against him, arm loosely around your shoulders.
Dooma
Christmas with Dooma is calm and understated.
There’s no grand decorating, just soft lights and the gentle hum of the heater. You sit beside him, sharing a blanket as snow taps lightly against the window.
He hands you a small gift, wrapped neatly. It’s practical, something you’ll use often.
“I noticed you needed one,” he says simply.
The way he lets you lean into him, his arm solid around your shoulders, says more than words ever could.
Ja Nein
Ja Nein approaches Christmas with military-level precision.
The tree is perfectly decorated. Dinner is exactly on time. Gifts are stacked in a neat line.
But when it’s your turn, his composure softens.
“I… hope this is acceptable,” he says, handing you your gift.
It’s thoughtful, something that shows he listened, even if he never said much. When you smile, relief flickers across his face.
“Merry Christmas,” he says quietly, meaning it with his whole heart.
Uber
Christmas with Uber feels steady.
You cook together, moving easily around one another, no words needed. He hums softly while preparing food, occasionally glancing your way just to check you’re smiling.
His gift is understated but meaningful, something meant to last.
“Christmas doesn’t need to be loud,” he says.
You spend the evening talking quietly, sharing warmth and peace... And maybe doing some pranks to Ja Nein.
Liquido
Liquido’s Christmas is slow and indulgent.
Dim lights, soft music, good food, everything is curated for comfort. He hands you a glass, clinking it gently against yours.
“To us,” he smiles.
His gift is elegant and personal, and when you thank him, he brushes his thumb against your hand, lingering.
The night ends with you curled together on the couch, warmth shared easily.
Ninja
Ninja isn’t great with words.
He watches quietly as you decorate, occasionally stepping in to fix something when you struggle. When it’s time for gifts, he hesitates before handing you yours.
“I thought… you’d like this.”
It’s handmade. Something he clearly spent time on.
He looks away when you hug him, but his arms tighten just a little.
Thor
Thor brings energy to Christmas.
There’s laughter, noise, and a little bit of chaos. He’s constantly pulling you into conversations, games, and playful teasing.
His gift is big, flashy, and enthusiastic, very on brand.
“Merry Christmas!” he laughs, wrapping you in a warm hug.
By the end of the night, you’re exhausted in the best way, leaning against him as the celebration winds down.
Supa Fran
Christmas with Supa Fran is unpredictable.
Half the decorations don’t match. Cookies are slightly burnt. Someone definitely forgot the wrapping paper.
But it’s fun.
She hands you your gift with a sheepish grin.
“I tried.”
It’s heartfelt, and when you laugh and hug her, she relaxes immediately.
You spend the night talking, laughing, and enjoying the imperfect joy of it all.
Bone Jones x Reader x Rip Staples
Christmas with Bone Jones and Rip Staples is chaotic affection.
Bone Jones is loud, teasing, and constantly trying to get your attention, while Rip plays the calmer role, keeping things steady.
They surprise you with a shared gift, something meaningful, chosen together.
Bone throws an arm around you. Rip rests a hand on your back.
“Guess you’re stuck with us,” Bone grins.
You spend the night sandwiched between them on the couch, warmth on both sides, laughter filling the room.
Riano
Christmas with Riano is tender.
He lights candles, plays soft music, and speaks in gentle tones. His gift is carefully chosen, something personal that shows how much he notices you.
“I wanted this to feel special,” he says.
You sit close, sharing quiet conversation and warmth, the world feeling smaller and softer.
When midnight comes, he presses a kiss to your hand.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers.
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