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☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays.

The Piggly Wiggly was having an all-night Toys for Tots drive and they were in desperate need for help for the third shift. Being the kind soul that Carver was, he readily volunteered. Sitting all by himself at the donation table was quickly dull, resorting for the coach to play a variety of games on his cellphone until that, too, became too droll. 

Carver heaved a deep sigh, his feet propped up onto another chair, wishing for a companion to share this long night with. 

And instantly, a plan came to mind and he was quickly dialing Lacey’s number, waiting for her to answer. With a bright smile on his face upon hearing her voice, Carver laid a bit of small talk on thick before getting to the point. He asked for her to come help him, and naturally, she declined, and without gracious vocabulary, might he add. Despite her refusal, Carver wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily.

He guilted her, and hard. He used every bit of ammunition to his advantage, complete with a pitiful tone of voice and pictures of his sad faces that he sent to her cellphone. He left voicemails, Facebook messages, if there was a messaging service the two shared, he was utilizing it until she finally caved, after a string of expletives fired at him. No matter what foul phrases she shot at him, he knew, deep down, that she loved him like her own brother. 

She finally showed up, wearing leather pants, a halter top and designer boots and a scowl… not exactly festive, but at least she showed. 

“Come on, that’s not the Christmas spirit! Smile, and know you’re helping children!” Carver beamed at her as an example, while her own expression didn’t budge. It was going to be a long night…

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[text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas./Alyx

It was true. Carver could count on his hand how many times he had seen Alyx lately,especially since the whole Dave thing... but he still appreciated her thoughtfulness for her husband’s best friend in the holiday season. 

[text]: Thank you so much, Alyx. Merry Christmas to you, too.

He smiled a bit after hitting the send button, resolving to visit the Conways sometime soon, at night when hopefully his pal would be there. 

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✵ Well now, how did this happen. <.<

“Wintertime in the small town had a mild chill in the air as Carter helped Dale unload the freight truck. Bundled in thicker jackets, the two hurried as quickly as they could to get the merchandise in their respective inventory spots to be stocked. The freighter seemed to be never ending, but the two were determined to make haste in order to relieve themselves from the cold. 

The two men were similar in looks and build, both with dark hair and blue eyes, though one was more baby-faced as the other had more pronounced facial features, but both were ridiculously handsome with muscles for miles. They had been best friends since since as long as either could remember, knowing each other as well as any best friends could, as intimately as one could. 

The end of the truck seemed to be in sight as they both rushed to grab the last of the pallets with their jacks, hurrying back into the store to allow the driver to close up the trailer and leave. Satisfied with the placement of their pallets, Dale and Carver both had the same idea to close the door to keep the precious warmth from escaping the back room. Both burly men hustled to the small hallway that ended at the doorway, both becoming entrapped in the enclosure by the sheer mass of the both of them wedged into the small space. The two friends laughed as one absently reached over to pull the door shut. 

“Hey, Carter… thanks for helping me out. It was just me workin’ today and I was glad you could lend a hand…” Dale said with an appreciative, toothy smile to his best bud. “You sure are a great pal.”

“Any time, Dale. You know that if you ask, I’ll be there.” Carter nodded as he spoke, his eyes fixated on Dales for a moment before deterring them elsewhere. “What are friends for, right?” Carter clapped his hand on Dale’s shoulder, allowing it to linger for a moment before drawing back.

Dale drew in a deep breath, the close proximity of the two creating a palpable atmosphere, yet neither made any decisions to move. Carter idly tugged his bottom lip between his teeth while Dale’s head tilted slightly while they seemed locked in a stare.

“Well, you are my best friend, you know…” Dale broke the brief silence, shifting his weight onto his other foot while seemingly glancing toward Carter’s broad pectorals that bulged against his shirt through the opened jacket. Casually, he spoke a little faster, softer, even. “…And I love you…” 

Blinking quickly, Carter couldn’t help but to stare into Dale’s eyes, which were also blue like his. They were kindred spirits that finally found their moment to release any inhibitions and be free. 

“I… love you too, man…” Carter spoke hesitantly, unsure if his connotation mirrored Dale’s, hoping and praying that it did. In an instant, both men seemed to share the same sentiment as they gradually leaned closer to each other at a tortuously slow pace, their faces nearing with every passing second. Carter could feel Dale’s hot breath on his face, reaching out to jerk him closer. Dale emitted a signature growl before the pair grinned at each other, the culmination of their friendship and affection coming to fruition. Dale uttered softly, teasingly as his hands ran up and over the taut muscles in Carter’s chest, mistletoe hanging above them, “Well now, how did this happen.” Carter drew him closer, unable to hold back any longer as his lips– “

Carver sat in his seat, his eyes wide as a wave of nausea hit him hard and fast in the gut. He had mistakenly clicked a link posted on Facebook by Warren/Wanda, a self-proclaimed author, that had posted their “fanfiction”. Carver hadn’t even meant to click it, but he was repeatedly clicking the little red ‘X’ in the right hand corner before he could even stomach to finish it, the entire time questioning repeatedly why he even had Warren/Wanda on his friends list. This was a mistake he was sure to remedy as he hastily unfriended them and attempted to block the unfortunate post from his memory with copious amounts of Bourbon-spiked-eggnog and possibly a glamouring from a vampire.

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✵ - Alyx

Carver could never leave the Conway’s without the baker stuffing him full of delicious desserts, not that he was complaining. There was a reason that she was the best baker in the parish, and thankfully, Christmas time meant all the more treats to prepare. Between cakes and cookies and pies. Carver wasn’t sure which was more delicious than the other. The coach was sure personal orders were being dropped by on a daily basis just to get a taste of something so delectable.

Patting his full stomach, Carver stood from his chair at the kitchen table, collecting the plates and utensils from the table before Alyx could. She had slaved over her creations, she didn’t need to pick up after him, too. She wasn’t his mother and he respected her too much to be inclined to think so. 

After rinsing and settling the dishes down into the sunken sink, Carver turned to see Alyx glancing out the window. She looked tired, though he figured if she were trying to maintain normal human hours for the kids AND vampire hours for Dave, she would feel just as tired as she looked. He admired her dedication to her family, a quality he wished he had in a significant other (or one at all, ‘Pillow Girl’ was surely way out of his league). 

 Alyx had met him by the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, both engaged in small talk about the kids, his coaching, and naturally, Alyx gave him a lecture about his love life and how he shouldn’t wait until he’s too old to have children. Carver laughed and shook his head before resolving to drink less and maybe use that Tindr thing more, though the idea of online-dating seemed ridiculous to him. Carver drew in a deep breath and glanced around the Conway home before looking down into Alyx’s tired eyes, thanking her for the lovely treats before leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. Quickly after, he said his goodbyes to most of the family, never knowing about the mistletoe that ironically had been hung above them.

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Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!

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THE ULTIMATE HOLIDAY THEMED ASK MEME {part of: ❄ twenty-five days of elle} 

SEND ME A SYMBOL

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.  ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.  ツ: Our muses go caroling.  ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.  ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.  ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.  ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s.  ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: 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).

SENTENCES

“Look! It’s snowing!” “Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?” “Santa’s not real! There, I said it!” “Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?” “You really don’t have to get me anything this year.” “Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?” “Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day.” “You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.” “Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it.” “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” “This is the worst Christmas ever.” “Is that mistletoe?” “You look cold. Here, take my scarf.” “I’m just not a fan of the holidays.” “You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours.”

TEXT MESSAGES

[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isn’t real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.  [text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.  [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.  [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, I’m gonna explode up in this bitch. 

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Character tropes + Zane Donovan

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If I wanted someone to clean me up, I’d find myself a maid.

If I wanted someone to spend my money I wouldn’t need to get to paid.

If I wanted someone to understand me, I’d have so much more to say.

If I wanted someone to cut me down, I would have handed you the blade.

I want you to make the days move easy...

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Person B doing sit ups while Person A holds their feet. The only motivation for Person B to keep going is that Person A gives them a cute peck somewhere on the face everytime B makes it back up. 

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*Cowboy Carv?*

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*shifty Marine*

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*AU's as a military doctor?*

Niall and Sara in the Remedy S2 Sneak Peek

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Niall Matter

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*shiftiest of shifty eyes*

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Get To Know Me Meme: [2/5] Favorite Actors  — Niall Matter

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