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puckerupmikey · 6 years ago

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i let @puckerupmikey talk me into watching big time rush, mistakes were made, i’m in tEARS

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puckerupmikey · 7 years ago

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I haven’t written in a hundred years. This has seriously been sitting in my drafts uncompleted for two whole holiday seasons…oops. I don’t even know if people still read stuff like this anymore lol. Anyways enjoy! And please reblog if you like it!

The bitter breeze elicited goosebumps through his body, the windbreaker he was wearing failing to keep him warm. He forcefully tugged his suitcase behind him, the wheels getting stuck in the muddy remnants of snow that covered the floor. The sun was just starting to rise and yet all Ashton want’ed to do was crawl into a nice warm bed and sleep for 10 hours.

Another cold chill flew through the air before he could approach the door. His fingers were rendered useless in the coldness causing the keys to fumble to the ground instead of into the lock. He cursed to himself. He shook his head letting droplets of snow tumble from his head to the flooring beneath him.

“Holy shit, it’s f-F-Freezing outside,” he hissed, quietly. He shimmied out of his jacket before bending down to free his feet from the shackles of his leather boots. His right sock was soaked in the heel thanks to the hole his boots had acquired from endless traveling for the last seven months.

He quickly rid himself of his soaked socks. His feet instantly melting into the plush white rug at his feet. The rug hadn’t been there when he left several months ago so he was taken aback. He looked down and smiled, the white fluffy rug was actually just the beard of a larger rug of Santa’s face.

Ashton was hit with an overwhelming aroma of cinnamon when he stood to his full height. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing in content as he soaked up the holiday scent. His body instantly felt warm – which he later learned was because she had the thermostat set to 75 degrees.

He continued down the hallway only to be met by Mr. Jingles, your elderly and overweight cat. Mr. Jingles nudged Ashton’s leg, grey tufts of fur now making a home on Ashton’s pant leg. He didn’t mind too much in fact, he had grown to miss the appearance of Mr. Jingle’s fur on his wardrobe. Ashton knelt down to greet Mr. Jingles who purred in satisfaction.

“Where’s mommy?” Ashton asked still scratching under Mr. Jingles’s chin.

Mr. Jingles let out a soft meow before trotting back down the hallway. Ashton followed behind him. As he made his way around the corner he marveled at all the work you had done. Somehow you had transformed the small apartment into a Christmas wonderland.

Garland was strung around the archway between the kitchen and main room. Christmas music played softly from the vintage record player that sat in the corner of the room. The Christmas tree was set up directly in front of the window. The lights flickering in a soothing way. Ashton smiled to himself, again, when he noticed the tree was without a topper. Putting the topper on the tree was Ashton’s favorite memory as a kid and though he had only mentioned it to you once you remembered.

Ashton was so caught up in the decorations that he almost missed you tucked away on the sofa. Your body was covered by your favorite fleece blanket and your head laid haphazardly on an Elf themed throw pillow. Your reindeer slippers were the only indication that there was a body on the couch.

Ashton was a few steps away from you when Mr. Jingles took off running towards the wall, tripping Ashton in the process. Ashton tumbled towards you landing with a thud on the hard floor. Mr, Jingles looked back at Ashton momentarily before leaping into the air swatting the red dot the appeared and disappeared on the wall. Your beloved reindeer slippers were the source of the light but Mr. Jingles preferred to shadow rather than the source.

You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open to find Ashton on the ground beside you. Ashton looked up at you with a weak smile.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sat up, making room for Ashton on the couch. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Ashton took the seat next to you before pulling you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head, taking in the cinnamon and pine tree scent that had overtaken your usual vanilla scent.

“Did you really stay up all night decorating to surprise me?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Did you really expect to come home a week before Christmas to a Christmas-less house?”

“Of course not, after all, I do live with Buddy the Elf,” he teased. “But this is a bit much even for you.”

“I just wanted you to feel the Christmas spirit the minute you got home.”

“Don’t you know all I need for Christmas is you?” He pulled you close again, this time placing a kiss on your lips.

He left you only for a moment to get out of his airport clothes and into a warm pair of pajamas. Of course, they were a Christmas pair that you had so thoughtfully left out on his side of the bed. When he came back into the living room you had a Christmas movie queued up and a plate of cookies on the table.

“Cookies for breakfast?” he teased, grabbing on and popping it into his mouth.

“Holiday season calls for cookies for every meal!”

Ashton smiled cuddling into your side. He let out a sigh before his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. He was finally home. You were his home.

#DANI WROTE SOMETHING #:D

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puckerupmikey · 7 years ago

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