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Winter Wonderland Decorations for Christmas: Transform Your Home Into a Magical Holiday Escape

Winter wonderland decorations for Christmas, holiday time is magical, and you can only really feel it when you make your home a winter wonderland. In any climate, adding winter wonderland accessories can make any room feel comfy, festive, and beautiful under a canopy of lights. In this guide, you'll discover all you need to make a Christmas wonderland, and you'll find styling tips, indoor and outdoor designs, and DIY projects.

Winter Wonderland Decorations for Christmas: What Is a Winter Wonderland Christmas Theme?

Winter wonderland decorations for Christmas, a winter wonderland theme means celebrating the peaceful, snowy outdoors and the beautiful sparkle. Whites, silvers, icy blues, and sparkling highlights are what you'll find in this type of decor instead of the usual red and green. There's a calm, dreamy atmosphere throughout, which is lovely for anyone who enjoys snow, lakes, and frost twinkling in their surroundings. Imagine wreaths made of snow-covered greens, sparkle ornaments, and accessories made from soft fake fur. Often, antlers, bumps of birch bark, and soft candle or fairy-light reflections from metallic materials are seen in this style.

Creating a Winter Wonderland Inside Your Home

Start by decorating your entryway because it tells guests what to expect in the rest of your home. Let guests feel welcome with a mini Christmas tree and ornaments in shades of silver or pearl. Place a string of small, bright white lights along the banister or table beside your stairs. A winter-themed candle like pine, cedarwood, or vanilla helps make the atmosphere cozy and welcoming. Inside, the living room should be arranged with your main tree, taking central attention. Hang snowflakes, classic glass baubles, faux icicles, and metallic ribbon on a white or flocked tree. Place faux fur throws, velvet pillows with an icy color scheme, and a matching tree skirt around the tree. A warm fireplace mantle looks lovely and is covered with snow-coated garland, white candles, mercury glass, and adorable little woodland creatures or reindeer. Create focal points by putting a glittering snowflake or decorated wreath over the fireplace.

Arranging your winter tablescape in the dining room makes the meal feel special and celebratory. Cover the table with a white cloth and run it with silver or crystal; then, arrange chargers with snowflakes, white dishes, and sparkly napkin rings—a beautiful frosted floral centerpiece with white roses, silver eucalyptus, and crystal twigs. Suspend glass, acrylic snowflakes, or icicles from the chandelier to add a lovely floating effect overhead. Small changes can bring a lot to the kitchen as well. Stick snowflake decals to cabinet doors or windows, string a light garland over your upper cabinets and arrange some glass jars filled with candies, marshmallows, or silver sprinkles on display shelves. Substitute your daily kitchen towels for those with a gentle snow pattern to coordinate everything well.

Winter Wonderland Outdoor Décor Ideas

Changing your home's outside looks is also important when creating a winter experience. Put a snowy wreath at the entrance decorated with white berries, pinecones, and a silver bow. Put matching mini-flocked trees or topiaries at the sides of your entry, lined with white light in the planters. LED candles in colorful lanterns and fake snow bring a more cozy and festive atmosphere. You can make your front yard spectacular with cool-toned string lights on your bushes, trees, and roof. Tie large snowflakes to the end of large branches or the porch beams. Install little solar-powered lights to create a bright path for the guests. Deer and other creatures lit at night on the lawn are playful, and having a silhouette nativity scene can give your lawn a gentle and spiritual feel. A snow machine or artificial snow blanket will create a sense of winter in warmer areas.

DIY Winter Wonderland Décor Projects

You can have a festive look without spending a lot of money. There are many cheap and straightforward methods to decorate your home for winter. A perfect example is frosted mason jar lanterns, which look wonderful in any setting. Paint jars with Mod Podge, roll them in Epsom salt and fill them with tea lights to enjoy a snowy atmosphere. You could also make snowflake chains from white or metallic paper as a simple idea. Gather the fairy lights, attach them end to end, and display them across windows, mantels, or at the top of stair railings. Fasten a vintage pair of ice skates onto a pine wreath using silver ribbon and fake snow bits. You could apply some glue to pinecones with a brush and cover them in silver or white glitter for rustic holiday or table decorations. A beautiful addition to your table is to spray some white bare branches, arrange them in a vase, and then cover them with twinkle lights for a wintery effect.

Styling Tips for a Cohesive Look

Try to select one set of colors and make sure they are used in the whole house for your winter theme. Some charming palettes combine white and silver, white and gold, or pale blue to white. Combine different light sources to make the area friendly and welcoming. Add fairy lights, LED candles, and spotlights to show off your essential decorations. Don't forget about texture: join soft materials with hard ones, such as glass, wood, and glitter, to make the display stand out. Remember to use scent—cinnamon sticks, vanilla, and evergreen sprays make everything feel more like the holidays. Don't forget to consider how comfortable the clothes should be. Ensure your winter wonderland doesn't feel too chilly; include a few cozy bits and personal ornaments or pictures in cute frames.

Bringing the Magic Home

Making your living space feel cozy or magical for Christmas can be timelessly beautiful with a winter wonderland theme. This style captures everyone's interest and suits different home designs because it has sparkling lights, crisp surfaces, and calm colors. Dressing your mantel or front door is easy, yet you can also cover all areas inside and out for the most significant effect. Either option, making your home look like a winter wonderland, helps you treasure Christmas time with your family.

–Turn your home into a magical snowy escape with winter wonderland decorations for Christmas featuring sparkling lights, icy accents, and festive, elegant décor ideas. If you wish to find out more, our website has all the information. https://mrgreentrees.com/tag/winter-wonderland-decorations/.

Transform your home into a snowy retreat with magical winter wonderland decorations for Christmas.

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out of my league | pedri gonzalez [the christmas special]

🎁 synopsis: You host a chaotic Christmas dinner party with friends before winter break. tags: holiday themes, secret santa, college life (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 1.2k words)

you can read the first part here, or go to the masterlist.

The apartment smells like a mix of burnt garlic bread and pine-scented Febreze, which Diego has been aggressively spraying to cover up the "cooking incidents." The makeshift Christmas dinner is happening a week early, before everyone heads home for the holidays, and the preparations are already a disaster.

The decor is chaos. The Christmas tree – if you can call it that – is a tiny plastic mess perched on the coffee table, its lights blinking out of sync. There are exactly four ornaments: a silver bauble, a tangled string of tinsel, a paper angel Alexia made in second grade, and someone’s empty Starbucks cup. The table is draped in a plaid tablecloth that’s definitely been borrowed (read: stolen) from Alexia’s parents’ house. Chairs are mismatched, some pulled from the kitchen, one suspiciously from the hallway outside.

“I thought you were coming early to help?” you say to Pedri as he steps in, shrugging off his jacket. He looks guilty, holding a bag of croquetas.

“I was, but then Gavi and Ferran decided they couldn’t live without me,” he says, stepping aside to reveal the two grinning troublemakers behind him.

“You’re welcome!” Gavi announces, holding up a bottle of soda and a crumpled bag of chips like they’re gifts of great significance. Ferran just looks around the room and winces.

“Why does it look like a two year old decorated this?” Ferran says, gesturing toward the tree.

“Rustic vibes,” Alexia replies, carefully balancing a candy cane on the flimsiest branch. “Diego calls it charm.”

“That’s not the word I would use,” Ferran mutters, dropping onto the couch and stealing a chip from Gavi’s bag.

In the kitchen, things are somehow worse. You’d decided on chicken parts instead of an entire turkey to keep things simple, but even that seems to be challenging. Ana is aggressively seasoning drumsticks while Diego is trying to salvage his “experimental” gravy, which currently resembles wallpaper paste.

“Why is this gravy grey?” Ferran asks, appearing over Diego’s shoulder.

“It’s evolving,” Diego snaps, stirring violently.

“It’s threatening,” Ferran replies, dodging the spoon Diego wields at him.

Gavi, meanwhile, has found the box of store-bought cupcakes he brought and is arranging them on a platter like it’s a Michelin-starred dessert. “I figured you’d need backup,” he says smugly, swiping a dollop of green frosting. He looks at Diego’s concoction and immediately regrets it. “And I was right. What is that?”

��Just leave the kitchen!” Ana yells, pointing at Ferran and Gavi, who retreat laughing, swiping snacks on their way out.

You’re peeling potatoes at the counter, trying to stay under the radar, but Pedri slides up next to you and grabs a peeler. “I was invited to help,” he says, grinning.

Within minutes, he dropped a potato on the floor and nearly peeled his thumb. “Okay, you’re benched,” you say, taking the peeler away. “Just supervise.” 

“Or snack,” Gavi suggests, tossing Pedri a handful of chips. Pedri catches them and gives you a shameless shrug. “Multitasking,” he says, popping one into his mouth.

Somehow, the table comes together. Ana lights candles to distract from the slightly burnt garlic bread, Ferran smooths out the plaid tablecloth, and Diego arranges the cupcakes into a wobbly pyramid centerpiece.

“It’s cute,” Alexia declares, stepping back to admire the scene.

“It’s barely standing,” Ana mutters, pouring wine into mismatched mugs.

By the time the food is ready, everyone is shouting over each other. Plates of roasted chicken, lumpy mashed potatoes, and the infamous gravy are passed around with dramatic commentary. The mess somehow makes it all feel more festive. Pedri hands you a plate piled high, his smile wide and genuine. 

After everyone has eaten and the cheap wine has set in, you’re all sprawled around the living room, half-full mugs of wine balanced precariously on every surface. The tree’s lights are flickering dangerously, but nobody moves to fix them.

“Okay,” Diego says, clapping his hands together and nearly spilling his drink. “Secret Santa time!”

The gifts under the tree are a mess of duct tape, newspaper, and suspiciously reused gift bags. It’s clear most of the shopping happened on Temu or during a last-minute panic.

“I’ll go first!” Gavi declares, grabbing a lumpy package. He rips it open to reveal a portable phone fan. “Oh, sick! Who got me this?”

“Me,” Ana says, raising a hand.

“This is actually genius,” Gavi says, clipping it to his phone immediately and turning it on. The fan whirs loudly, and a few loose pieces of tinsel fly off the tree.

“Perfect,” Ferran says dryly, ducking as a piece of tinsel lands on his head.

Next, Ferran unwraps a knockoff smartwatch. “Oh, it’s like...a fitness tracker,” he says, squinting at the screen.

“You mean it’s a calculator,” Alexia says, laughing.

“Hey, it was under ten euros,” Diego says. “And it works!”

Alexia’s turn brings her a DIY candle-making kit. “Cheap and oddly specific. Who was this?” she asks, holding it up. 

“Me,” Gavi admits. “I figured you’d make candles that smell better than this apartment.”

When it’s your turn, you unwrap a handmade leather bookmark, embossed with delicate floral designs. It’s beautiful, intricate, and clearly thoughtful. You look at Pedri, who’s suddenly very interested in his mug of wine.

“This is so pretty,” you say, running your fingers over the details. “Thank you.”

Pedri finally meets your eyes, his ears tinged pink. “I just thought...you’re always reading, so...”

The last gift is for Pedri. He unwraps a tiny Nerf gun, complete with foam darts. 

“Perfect for when Gavi won’t shut up,” Ana says, smirking.

“Hey!” Gavi protests, but Pedri’s already loading it and firing a dart that bounces off Gavi’s shoulder.

The night goes on. Gavi cranks up music on a questionably functional Bluetooth speaker, Ferran tries (and fails) to figure out his smartwatch, and Alexia starts a candle project in the corner. Pedri, armed with his Nerf gun, sneaks in a few more shots at Gavi, who’s too busy trying to sing along to notice.

The night finally winds down, the apartment quieter now except for the soft hum of a Christmas playlist. You and Pedri are standing by the door, bundling up against the chilly night air.

“That was...fun,” you say, suddenly shy now that the song is just a soft hum in the background. It’s strange having everyone together like that. What sounded like an insane idea at first ended up working out.

“See? You survived. And even had fun,” Pedri teases, pinching your cheek. He’s been doing that a lot lately since he found out it mildly annoys you – and that he actually likes doing it, thinks it’s cute. You try to push his hand away, but he holds it, intertwining your fingers and leaning down to give you a peck on the nose.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, referencing the holiday break.

“I’m texting you every day, don’t worry,” you say, your cheeks burning.

“It’s not the same.”

He gives you a soft kiss, like he’s tucking it away in his memory, saving it for later.

The moment is interrupted by Ferran, who stumbles out carrying a very drunk Gavi. “I think we’re gonna have to carry him, bro.”

Pedri rolls his eyes but sighs, stepping back reluctantly. 

“Merry Christmas,” he tells you softly.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, already counting the days until you see him again.

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The Holiday

Before the sun hits (chapter two)

Summary: You spend an interesting morning with Joel drinking hot chocolate.

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DECEMBER 19TH

When you got up from bed, your parents were gone. You looked at the clock on the living room wall. 8:20 am. Outside, the snow covered almost the entire ground and the sun had barely finished rising completely. You'd been awake for at least thirty minutes and at no time had you heard them leave, so surely they had gone out earlier. Where had they gone?

You didn't think too much about it and approached the window that overlooked the entrance to the cabin. The scenery took your breath away. You and your parents arrived yesterday afternoon after a five-hour flight, and you fell in love with the place from the very first moment.  It was high tourist season, you saw them last afternoon when they'd fleetingly strolled through downtown, you being a tourist too. The quaintly decorated cafes gave off a delicious aroma of coffee, cinnamon, chocolate and apple, and all sorts of events were taking place in the local bookstores and galleries, such as movie showings at the local theater. Your mother mentioned them to you the night before; all kinds of Christmas classics would be playing and after eight o'clock, the occasional Christmas horror classics. The last part really caught your attention - seeing Black Christmas in a cozy theater in Canmore? Yes, sounded like you. 

You moved away from the window as your feet began to cool. The smell of the coffee was still fresh in the air and it didn't take you long to fill a cup and sit down at the kitchen counter.  The whole cabin looked like a fairy tale. The ceiling, with exposed wooden beams, was high, giving a sense of spaciousness without losing the intimate feel. The large windows that dominated the front walls allowed natural light to flood the room and offered a breathtaking view of the snowy outside. Through them, you could see snow-capped mountains, fir trees with white flakes on their branches, and a pale blue sky that promised a sunny day. In the living room, an L-shaped sofa upholstered in soft, light gray fabrics sat in the center, accompanied by red pillows and wool blankets. In front of the sofa, a rustic reclaimed wood coffee table held a tray of empty coffee cups. Your parents, you thought. A cozier corner was created to the side by an antique leather armchair and a floor lamp with a warm glow. Maybe you could sit there and cry a little.

You connected your phone into the TV and opened Spotify in search of the perfect song to brighten up your morning. Suspicious minds by Elvis started playing through the speakers and suddenly your body began to feel light, as if the weight of the last year was no longer in your veins. Your movements were loose and carefree, letting yourself go with the infectious rhythm of the song. You turned and jump on your heels with a wide grin on your face, arms raised, as if there was no other concern in the world but to warm up. As the music increased in intensity, your steps became bigger, almost theatrical, emulating the style of the 60's, with little hip swivels and a light laugh that escaped your lips. You moved your shoulders in a carefree manner, improvising as you sang along with Elvis' voice. Suddenly your steps stopped and you placed your hands on your chest: Oh, let our love survive, you sang, i'll dry the tears from your eyes, let's don't let a good thing die, when honey, you know i've never lied to you. 

Your feet began to move animatedly again as the pace quickened, and a cold breeze began to blow across your back, but you ignored it. Until, after a few seconds, as you turned back toward the archway leading into the hallway, you saw your parents standing in the doorway, watching you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. And right behind them... Joel, with his coat in his right hand and a suitcase in his left, looking at you in surprise. Time seemed to stand still. Your eyes widened and the music, which had been the main character before, suddenly seemed very loud, too loud. You stopped, frozen in a strange pose; your arms still raised and your legs slightly bent, completely out of place in the middle of the room. 

You straightened up and were suddenly very conscious of how you were dressed: in your Snoopy pants and an old Soundgarden t-shirt.  Your parents exchanged an amused look, trying to contain their laughter, as one of them says in a soft but playful-sounding voice: 

You quickly dropped your hands, feeling acutely aware of your Snoopy pajamas and worn Soundgarden t-shirt. Your parents exchanged a look, smirking like they couldn’t hold back their laughter any longer.

“Are you rehearsing for a show, darling?” one of them teased, their voice a gentle mockery that only made your cheeks burn hotter.

You fumbled for your phone, fingers clumsy as you turned down the volume, then retreated to the kitchen counter. Sipping your coffee, you tried to feign calm, but the cup trembled against your lips. You could only hope your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Hi, Joel,” you finally managed, aiming for casual, though you worried your voice betrayed just how rattled you felt.

He gave a slight nod, dropping his suitcase beside the sofa. He moved toward the kitchen with a familiarity that caught you off guard, turning on the faucet to wash his hands as if this were just another morning.

You hadn’t expected him to show up, and your attempt to keep cool faltered. “I thought you weren’t coming,” you blurted, trying to play it off. “I mean, it’s good to see you… if you wanted to be here.”

Your mom appeared beside you as if she’d been eavesdropping from the next room. Her sudden presence made you tense. “Your dad talked him into it, you know how he is. And don’t be rude, honey. Nobody should be alone this time of year,” she added in that gentle tone of hers, the one that left no room for argument.

You glanced at Joel quickly, worried that he might think you were upset that he was there. That wasn't the intention, but you didn't want him to misunderstand.

You glanced at Joel, hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret your words as unwelcoming. That wasn’t how you meant it, but you couldn’t help the awkwardness that slipped through.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry…”

“S’okay,” Joel cut in, waving his hand dismissively, like he hadn’t noticed your clumsy words. “I know what you meant.”

But then his eyes shifted down to your pajama pants, lingering just a little too long. Of course, this was how you always ended up—making a fool of yourself in front of him. Did he have to look so good while doing it? He was wearing a dark green flannel, black jeans, and leather boots that seemed perfectly suited for him. His hair was a little messier than it had been last night, a hint of silver in his beard catching the light. He looked unreasonably handsome, like he’d just walked off the cover of a magazine for outdoorsmen.

You noticed a small heart-shaped patch between his chin and jaw, a detail you hadn't seen before, and suddenly felt an absurd urge to reach up and press your thumb there.

When your gaze flicked back up, you found him watching you—his eyes lingering over your face like he was memorizing every feature. The air between you seemed to thicken, your pulse quickening as heat rose to your cheeks. And yet, you couldn’t look away, and neither did he. For a few moments, everything felt suspended, like you might say something—anything—to break the silence. But then, your dad called out to him from the doorway.

Joel broke eye contact first, the spell snapping, and straightened up. “Coming,” he replied, and as he walked past, you caught yourself following him with your eyes, feeling a pang of something you couldn’t quite name.

You asked yourself if he would ever consider mentioning to your dad what was going on with you. Or, if at some point during his flight, the thought would have crossed his mind. But you forced yourself to stop thinking about it almost instantlyy. He had assured you that he wouldn't say anything, and, for some reason you didn't fully understand, you chose to believe him. 

*

Your mother tapped lightly on your bedroom door before pushing it open without waiting for a reply. The door creaked, her silhouette appearing in the frame with a cheerful familiarity that was always both comforting and a little intrusive.

“We're heading to the market to get some stuff. Need anything?”

You were sprawled out on the bed, limbs loose, staring up at the ceiling like it might reveal something new. It was hard to remember when you'd started doing that, letting your thoughts run away with you, drifting without purpose.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Alright. We’ll be back soon. Don’t fall asleep,” she added with a gentle warning as her face disappeared back into the hallway.

A few moments later, you heard the rumble of your father’s car starting up, the low murmur of their voices mingling with the crunch of snow as they left. You knew they’d come back with arms full of holiday cheer—sweets, wine, things that seemed to make their eyes light up. You understood their excitement; you weren’t so different. Canmore at Christmas was magic wrapped in snow, each corner dressed in gold lights and bright red ribbons.

Who wouldn’t love this? Only someone heartbroken, you thought dryly. But then, you almost caught yourself sounding like your mother.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was a message from Ally:

I think this is your chance to find a hot Canadian to flirt with. I've heard the rumors, y'know.

You chuckled to yourself, though the suggestion wasn’t entirely unappealing.

Just got here, lol. Haven’t met anyone yet, but we’re going out to dinner later. I’ll keep you posted.

For a moment, your mind drifted back to Liam, to the last photo you saw of him, fingers entwined with his new girlfriend’s. And the words he’d left you with before your final day at the office. Strangely, the memory didn’t sting as much anymore—it had dulled, becoming something you could almost look at from a distance.

You exhaled, pushing yourself out of bed, and rummaged through the suitcase you still hadn’t bothered to unpack. Swapping your pajamas for a white turtleneck, a soft cream sweater, and black pants, you kept your slippers on because, well, you could.

As you opened your bedroom door, you nearly collided with Joel stepping out of the room directly across from yours. You hadn’t processed this arrangement earlier—your rooms were exactly opposite, separated only by a narrow hallway.

He had just showered; damp hair brushed back in a way that was somehow both careless and careful. His beard was neatly trimmed now, taming the stray grays you'd noticed earlier. He wore a gray flannel shirt, dark slacks, and practical boots, his look somehow fitting with the cabin’s rustic charm. You, by contrast, shuffled in your slippers.

You gave him a small smile and moved down the hallway. He followed, his steps deliberate and heavy. By the time you reached the stairs, he had already turned back towards the bathroom, the echo of his footsteps fading behind you.

In front of the television, there was nothing interesting, or at least nothing familiar to you. You switched channels without much enthusiasm until a sigh of satisfaction escaped your mouth. The Holiday was on the screen, right at the scene where Cameron Diaz throws her cheating boyfriend out of the house, yelling at him from the window while throwing his clothes from the second floor. Perfect, you thought. The Holiday. The only thing you were missing was a nice cup of hot chocolate.

You moved into the kitchen, feeling a little thrill when you found the chocolate bar your mother had insisted on buying at the airport. Maybe she’d been right after all. As you heated the milk, you glanced back at the couch, where Joel had reappeared, watching the movie with an unexpected intensity. You hadn’t pegged him for the rom-com type—more of a Western or noir guy, maybe. But he seemed to know the film, his eyes following the characters across the screen.

“Do you like hot chocolate?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He shook his head slightly, his expression serious. “Too sweet, usually.”

“I can make it less sweet for you,” you offered, adding a faint smile to soften the words.

He seemed to consider it for a moment and then gave a small nod. “Okay, I’ll trust you on that.”

You poured the warmed milk into two mugs, adding three squares of chocolate to yours and just one and a half to his. You skipped the sugar—no way he’d go for that. You stirred until the chocolate dissolved into a rich swirl, then carried the mugs back to the couch. He took his with a quiet, “Thank you,” and you settled beside him, leaving a cautious space between your bodies.

“Do you like the movie?” you asked after a moment, your curiosity winning out.

He shrugged, but there was a softness to the gesture. “It’s... got its moments. Used to watch it with Sarah.”

You nodded, the detail fitting more easily than you expected. It made sense now, why he seemed a little drawn into it.

“I love the neighbor part,” you said. “The little old man.”

“I love the neighbor storyline,” you admitted. “The old writer."

“Yeah, the writer’s good,” he agreed, then fell silent, watching the TV again.

But you couldn’t help yourself, his presence pulling at something inside you. “Joel,” you said suddenly, turning to face him. His name came out unbidden, and you almost regretted it when he looked at you, brows drawing together slightly.

“I—thank you, for not saying anything to my parents. About what I told you.”

He considered this, then nodded, the movement slow and deliberate. “Wasn’t mine to tell, don't worry” he said simply, but something in his tone held a weight that made your throat tighten.

Don't worry. He looked you straight in the eye as he said it, and for some reason, it made you freeze for a few seconds longer than necessary. 

“Anyway, thank you,” you said, breaking the silence. “For listening to me, too. I'm not usually like that.”

“How?” he asked, without looking away. There was something about the calmness of his posture -chocolate mug resting on his lap, one hand resting on the armrest of the couch- that contrasted completely with the stiffness of yours: straight back, both hands clutching your mug, feet tangled together as if trying to keep yourself anchored.

“Emotional, in an exaggerated way.”

He straightened a little, taking your answer seriously.

“I get it,” he murmured, ”though I'm not sure you were exaggerating.”

“What d'you mean?” you asked, trying to keep your tone casual as you watched him bring the cup to his lips. The fact that he took another sip made you feel an unexpected sense of relief, as if the success of your chocolate was somehow relevant to that conversation.

“I mean your motives make sense,” he replied, before the television screen drew your attention. Kate Winslet was sobbing on screen, her character’s heartbreak mirroring your own too neatly. Joel’s gaze lingered on your face, his eyes scanning you as if searching for something beyond words.

Joel looked at you, pursing his lips slightly, almost as if he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it.

You tried to make a joke out of it. “It’s funny, right? The timing?”

He smiled, the corner of his mouth quirking upward, but he looked down as if to hide it. “Yeah. It’s a little funny.”

“I don't want to butt in too much,” he began cautiously, ”but I get the feeling that boy doesn't deserve the crying.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, surprised by his unexpected statement.

“I just feel it.”

"How?"

"I just do."

“You could try to convince me,” you said, half joking, half serious. “I've been feeling ridiculous about this for the last whole month.”

Joel let out a deep sigh, sinking back into the couch, his shoulders loosening. He raised the cup to his lips, the steam curling up between you, almost like it created its own fragile barrier. His usually guarded eyes seemed a little sharper, as if he was sorting through his thoughts, deciding which ones to share.

“How long were you two together?” he asked finally. His voice was softer than usual, but steady.

“Seven months,” you replied, bracing yourself for his reaction.

He frowned, his expression crinkling with something close to concern or frustration. And it struck you then, how natural that look seemed on his face, like it belonged there.

“And when did you break up?” He held your gaze, waiting for you to continue.

“Three weeks ago.”

He paused, considering this, then asked, “And how long had he been seeing the other woman?”

You hesitated, feeling a familiar sting in your chest, but you pressed on. “I found out about a month ago. But honestly, I’m not sure when it started.”

His frown deepened, shadows settling in the lines of his face. There was a flicker of something behind his eyes—anger, maybe, or some unspoken frustration on your behalf. And despite the ache that came with telling him all of this, you couldn't deny the small, guilty satisfaction that he cared enough to be bothered by it.

“When did he get engaged?” His words came out slower now, like he was struggling to keep his disbelief in check.

“Last Friday,” you murmured, the memory fresh and bitter on your tongue.

“Last Friday?” He blinked, eyebrows knitting together, genuinely thrown. “You mean... like, right after you broke up?”

You nodded, watching him as he processed the timeline. He dragged a hand over his mouth, then licked his lips, as if trying to choose the right words—ones that wouldn’t be too harsh, even if they probably deserved to be.

Finally, he spoke again, his tone quieter but no less direct. “He doesn’t deserve any of those tears, you know. No one does.”

Something about the way he said it landed with you—his voice so matter-of-fact, so assured that it cut through the dull ache in your chest, striking deeper, in a way that was both comforting and disarming. It wasn’t a question or a gentle suggestion; it was a statement, one that left no room for doubt.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. It felt as if any sentence you might have tried to form would have crumbled halfway through. And he seemed to understand that immediately. He held your gaze, a faint crease of worry settling into his brow. For a moment, it seemed like he was about to say something else, maybe push further, but then the front door flew open, and your parents’ voices filled the space.

The moment broke, and he glanced away as if the sudden noise had snapped him back to the present. You felt his fingers graze your arm, just barely, as he shifted on the couch. You glanced at the spot where his touch had lingered, not sure if it had been a gesture of comfort or just an accident. But when you looked back up, he was still watching you, his concern barely masked.

You forced a smile, and he returned it, though his expression remained unconvinced.

Your mother swept into the room like a whirlwind, her laughter echoing against the walls as your dad set down bags of groceries on the kitchen counter nearby. She glanced between you and Joel, her eyes lighting up with something that looked suspiciously like satisfaction.

“I love seeing you two hanging out together!” she said brightly, her excitement bubbling over. “See, honey? I told you we needed that chocolate.”

You gave a small nod, taking the last sip of your hot chocolate. Joel did the same beside you, his cup now almost empty.

“What do you guys say to taking a walk around town later? The fair is in full swing, and there are all kinds of goodies,” your mother suggested, practically bouncing on her toes.

A pair of hands rested on your shoulders, your dad’s familiar warmth pressing into you, followed by a gentle kiss on the top of your head. It was a gesture that grounded you, something solid amidst the mess of emotions.

“Sounds perfect to me,” he said, glancing over at Joel. “And Joel and I can finally get those beers he promised me. What do you say, Miller?”

Joel tilted his head, offering a faint smirk—just a hint of something roguish in his expression, and it sent an unexpected shiver through you. How did he manage to stir so many conflicting feelings in you, all at once?

“Sounds good to me, Evans,” he replied with that casual tone that always seemed to catch you off guard.

You got up from the couch, slipping away under the pretense of putting your empty mug in the sink. As you moved into the kitchen, you busied yourself checking the contents of the fridge, smiling at the sight of your favorite foods, thoughtfully picked out by your parents. And some things you didn’t recognize—probably Joel’s, adding a new layer of domesticity to this strange new dynamic.

With them still chatting, you stole a chance to slip back upstairs, seeking the quiet of your room. The familiar comfort of your bed wrapped around you as you lay back, staring out the window. The view was breathtaking: the snow-covered mountains, the trees standing tall under the clear sky. It was the kind of beauty that tugged at something deep inside, something that made you want to cry, but in a different way than before. A better way. Joel’s words echoed in your mind. Maybe the mountains deserved your tears. Maybe the snow. The sun, absolutely. And the moon, too.

A soft knock broke the stillness, and you peeled yourself off the mattress to answer. The door creaked open just a sliver, revealing Joel leaning against the frame, closer than you’d expected.

“Joel? Did something happen?”

He hesitated for a beat, then shook his head. “No,” he said, voice low, almost sheepish. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I feel like... maybe I was a little insensitive earlier, down there.”

You stared at him, taken aback by the admission. A warmth spread through your chest, seeping into every corner as you realized he meant it. A smile pulled at your lips before you could stop it.

“It’s all right, really. I promise,” you said, your voice softer than you’d intended.

“You sure?” He narrowed his eyes, studying you, and there was something about the way he looked at you then—like he was trying to figure out if you were telling the truth.

From that angle, you could get a good look at him, the way his dark eyes studied you. From above, and you below. His gaze moving as it did in the kitchen; slowly across your features. What could be going through his head? You didn't know. But you did know what was going on in yours, and it wasn't anything pure. So you looked at his lips and felt that extending that attention for more than a second was daring, but you did it anyway. And something throbbed in you.

“So sure,” you said, managing to sound steady.

He nodded, pulling back ever so slightly. His gaze flicked over you one last time, as if memorizing the way you looked at that moment, then he stepped back.

“Okay,” he agreed at last. “See you in a bit, then.”

As he left and you closed the door, a strange sensation began to form in your entire body and suddenly, Canmore began to take on a very, very different tinge. 

[sweetercalypso]

Around the Tree || Joel Miller

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: For their first winter in Jackson, Joel plans to surprise Ellie with a Christmas tree. When he runs into a problem with his decorations, he turns to you for help

Notes: no warnings! mutual pining, Hallmark level fluff, kissing, no reader pronouns

Winter in Jackson is like a scene from a movie.   

The mountains surrounding the small Wyoming town are topped with fresh, white snow, embracing the settlement in a picturesque seclusion that lasts until spring breaks through the frozen landscape sometime in March.

The streets are lit with decorative lights and displays that take weeks to set up, and the townspeople are eager to spend the last days of the year outside despite the bitter cold and the icy conditions that should keep them indoors.

Their dedication to the holidays is an admirable feat in a world that has largely forgotten about tradition.

Shortly after settling down in Jackson, Joel realizes that Ellie has never experienced the joys of the holiday season, and he’s determined to show her what she’s missing. For his first gift to her, he brings home a Christmas tree.

Born and raised in the heat of the South, Joel hadn’t had much experience with snow until after the world had already fallen apart. By then, the winter season was a dreadful grievance rather than something to be celebrated.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen a Christmas tree, but the one in the center of town was clearly cherished by the community, and it inspired him to celebrate the holidays for the first time since he’d left Texas.

Finding the tree was easy enough, and getting it back to his house had only required a bit of goodwill from Tommy and the help of some neighbors he’d yet to learn the names of. They’d been more than happy to lend a hand, brushing off Joel’s offer to pay them back. Maybe there’s still some good left in the world after all.

The fresh-cut tree gets placed in the corner of living room, tall enough that it skims the ceiling, still smelling of fir and camphor from the thick, Wyoming forest. Joel scratches the growing scruff on his cheeks as he stands back to admire it’s grandeur.

Beyond the beauty of the bare Christmas tree, Joel’s house is decidedly lacking in holiday spirit. He’d scrounged up a handful of trinkets from the previous homeowners’ belongings, but there were surprisingly few ornaments left behind, making him wonder how many houses they’d cleared out to supply the festivities in the center of town.

This is a problem he hadn’t expected to face.

He’d found a stand for the tree and cleared a spot before bringing it home, and he’d even sought out a collection of comic books to wrap and give to Ellie on Christmas morning. But without any ornaments to decorate it’s many branches, the tree looked too rustic, too ordinary to fit the Christmas scene he’d envisioned.

With his jacket bundled around his broad frame and his pair of snow boots laced up tightly, Joel sets out to find the one person who might have a solution to his problem – you.

As their next-door neighbor, you’d been the first person to welcome Joel and Ellie after Tommy and Maria brought them to town. There weren’t many people who were willing to look past Joel’s initial gruff demeanor, but you’d never once doubted his slow and hesitant acclimation to life in Jackson.

Joel struggled to balance your friendly relationship and the growing interest he felt towards you, fearing that it’d snowball into something that he wasn’t ready for after twenty years of grief and persistent bad luck. Instead, he’d kept you at a distance, swallowing the feelings he had for you.

He finds himself checking his appearance in the reflection of your front room windows after he knocks, an anxious string of thoughts running through his mind. What if you have company over? What if you’re not home? What if you think this idea is dumb? What if-

“Joel?”

The scent of cinnamon and a nostalgic warmth greets him along with your voice, soft and cheery against the sound of winter wind.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s too cold to be outside- you’ll freeze.”

He shrugs and offers a sheepish smile, trying his best to look unbothered by the brisk temperature. Boston winters were brutal and grey, nothing like the crystalline scenery that graces Wyoming. Even still, the idyllic frost has been known to turn deadly.

“I, uh- I need your help with something.”

“Oh,” you reply, shifting to lean against the door. “What’d you need?”

He explains the situation in full detail and you grow more interested with each word, practically beaming by the time he finishes his story.

“I have just the thing,” you tell him. “I’ll be over in five.”

As if by some miracle, you’d found an entire box of Christmas ornaments when you were pulling out your winter storage earlier in the season, but you didn’t have a tree to display your newfound treasures. This seemed like the perfect way to solve both your problems.  

You’re standing on Joel’s porch five minutes later, just as you’d promised, holding as many boxes as you could carry. Joel’s eyes widen when he opens the door, and he ushers you inside with a quite huff of laughter.

“What is all this?” he asks, taking his share of the boxes and guiding you towards the living room.

“I brought everything you need for your first Christmas in Jackson,” you reply, admiring his choice of tree with a nod of approval. “Ornaments, tinsel, wrapping paper – it’s all here.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as Joel turns his attention to the boxes strewn out in front of him. Maybe it’s the serenity of the holiday season, but it feels like you’re meant to be celebrating together rather than spending Christmas apart. Before you can make a move to leave, Joel surprises you by grabbing your hand in his.

“I really appreciate this,” he says earnestly, thumb rubbing across your knuckles. There’s a bright glimmer in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, one that you silently hope you get to see again. “Would you want to… stay?”

The burning apples of Joel’s cheeks betray his nonchalant demeanor, and you’re sure you look just as flustered by his unexpected offer. A warmth settles in your chest when you think about spending the holidays with the older Miller brother.

“Yeah,” you reply, lips curling into a smile. “I’d like that.”

An hour later, you’re both covered in glitter and tiny strings of tinsel, laughing about the state of Joel’s Christmas tree.

A constellation of lights and shiny garland decorate the many branches, twisting around the tree in an awkward spiral that you’d given up on keeping straight halfway down. It looks better this way you tell yourself. More personal.

“Careful with this one, looks like it’s seen better days.”

Joel hands you a frosted glass bulb with snowflakes printed on it, one of the many ornaments pulled from the supplies you’d brought over. You find a place for it between a faded plastic reindeer and an angel dusted with glitter.

All of the ornaments seem to have a story behind them, each a sentimental piece of someone’s lost traditions. You hope you can add your own meaning to their cherished forms.

Joel hands you the last ornament and takes a step back to observe the whole scene, nodding to himself with one hand tucked in the pocket of his jeans. When you’re finally satisfied with the tree’s arrangement, you join him in admiring your handywork.

“It’s perfect,” you say, glancing over at Joel with a sincere smile. He turns to meet your gaze and he’s suddenly aware of how much he appreciates your presence. There’s always been an unspoken affinity between the two of you, but this day has made Joel realize that he wants more.

In a pleasant surprise to you both, Joel dips down and molds his mouth to yours, gently cupping the back of your neck to pull you closer. When you part, you’re too stunned to speak, opting instead to press another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He hums lowly and wraps an arm around your waist, content to stand here as long as you’ll stay with him.

This is exactly how the holidays are meant to be spent; not flaunted with flashy celebrations or spent alone in a QZ apartment, but rather by creating cherished moments with the people you care about.

Joel might’ve brought home a Christmas tree for Ellie’s sake, but he’s the one who needed it the most.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 13 — Christmas Market

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 700

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

The city was draped in a winter blanket as you and Bucky strolled hand in hand through the enchanting pathways of the Christmas market. The aroma of roasted chestnuts, gingerbread, and spiced mulled wine wafted through the air. Wooden, rustic stalls were decorated with festive cheer—colorful ornaments, wreaths, and twinkling fairy lights. Seasonal melodies filled the air, creating a sense of community and celebration. People of all ages reveled in the festivities—culinary delights, shopping, and joyful activities. In this enchanting wonderland, with your lover by your side, a magical adventure awaited.

Bucky couldn't help stealing glances at you; your gloved hand fit perfectly in his as you leaned against his bicep. Your eyes twinkled from the lights that adorned the market and its stalls. The soft hues of the different colored lights cast an eternal radiance across your face, leaving Bucky breathless. He knew this season held a special place in your heart, and your happiness warmed his soul.

“What’s on your mind, doll? Where to first?” he questioned, brushing his lips against your temple.

“How about some hot chocolate first? Then, we can continue exploring. I want to take it all in with you by my side.”

Stopping at the nearest hot chocolate stand, Bucky ordered two steaming cups topped with a dollop of whipped cream. As you sipped the rich, chocolatey goodness, you leisurely strolled through the stalls, immersing yourselves in the holiday magic, savoring the sights, sounds, and scents surrounding you.

"We should get new decorations for our Christmas tree," Bucky suggested, his breath visible in the winter air as he gestured towards a stall selling handcrafted ornaments. The diverse pieces were stunning, each different and with intricate details that showed off the impressive craftsmanship. A figurine of a couple in a romantic embrace caught your eye. It would grace your tree, front and center, displayed proudly.

"This will be perfect for our tree, babe."

Cheesiness aside, Bucky embraced you just like the figurine, resting his forehead against yours. "It'll be the most perfect piece on the tree," he murmured, leaning in and sealing his words with a sweet kiss.

Continuing shopping, you stumbled upon a stall selling handmade scarves and mittens. With excitement, you suggested picking out matching scarves, a small gesture that would keep your hearts and bodies warm. Playfully trying on different colors—greens, reds, and blues—you settled on scarves that complemented each other perfectly.

"This will be so cute," you giggled, swapping the old ones for the new ones. A quick photo of you two with the recent purchase became your lock screen.

The aroma of freshly baked gingerbread cookies drew you to a nearby stall that called your names, and you couldn’t resist the allure, stomachs rumbling in hunger for delicious treats. Purchasing some, you found a cozy nook nestled in the heart of the market. Sitting on a bench, you snuggled close and enjoyed a tranquil moment as you munched on the warm, spiced cookies. The world around you melted away. The chilly air, the twinkling lights, and the cheerful tunes wrapped you in a cocoon of intimacy and magic.

"This is perfect," Bucky whispered, his gaze fixed on you.

You nodded, a fulfilled smile playing on your lips. "It is," you purred, brushing your lips with his. "But with you, babe, it's beyond magical."

As the evening progressed, the market became even more enchanting. The towering Christmas tree in the center of the square twinkled with holiday colors, drawing you both into its mesmerizing glow.

Underneath the branches, Bucky drew you tightly to him, gently cupping your cheeks and gazing into your shimmering eyes. You got lost in your shared intimacy, relishing in your touch and gazes.

"This has been one of my favorite evenings with you, doll."

His declaration made your heart stop and then beat again with intensity. After all these years, you found yourself falling in love all over again with each moment spent with him—his touches, his words.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll. Forever and beyond.”

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a delicate connection that spoke louder than words—time stood still as you shared the sweetness of the kiss, a moment that felt like a scene from a holiday romance movie.

The Christmas market had become a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and love—a night etched into your memories as a chapter in your forever love story.

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Sweet Love Beneath The Christmas Tree - Chapter Two

Word Count: 3007 | Read on AO3

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Write's Notes: Here is Chapter Two of this little holiday trip! Can I just say, I also would like Azriel a man to put me on his shoulders so I can put the star on the tree?? What's a girl gotta dooooo! Anyway, hope you enjoy! @thevalkyriesshadow @acotargiftexchange

Warnings: This three-chapter story contains mature content such as smut in the third chapter. Reader discretion is advised. Age advisory 18+

The trunk of Rhysand’s sleek black Chevrolet Suburban overflowed with an impressive array of high-tech baby gear, a clear sign of new parenthood. She and Azriel fell into a comforting rhythm. They made quick work of unloading everything in just four trips. Once inside, they joined the others gathered around the inviting warmth of the fireplace. A train of elf shoes in every size and color was lined up in front of the hearth, while an array of musty socks—bright and bold—hung out to dry on the small brick step in front of the crackling warmth of the fire, to which Gwyn and Az added their own pairs.

Laughter and lively chatter filled the spacious open room with a ceiling high enough for a tiered ring chandelier to comfortably hold several layers of lighting. The rich, sweet scent of hot cocoa wafted from the kitchen and curled around them. Mor spritzed an apple pie air freshener, infusing the air to clear the room. In the kitchen, Emerie tended to a bubbling pot of hot chocolate, its chocolatey aroma mingling with the evergreen fragrance wafting from the elegantly adorned Christmas tree. For Gwyn, the moment felt like stepping into a postcard, a perfect snapshot of holiday cheer.

Nearby, Feyre and Rhysand stood side by side by the towering Christmas tree, framed by large glass windows that offered a dazzling view of their front yard, now transformed into a sparkling light show and a vibrant carnival. At their feet lay an old storage box brimming with ornaments, remnants of previous decorating efforts. One by one, Feyre and Rhys began filling in the few remaining empty spots on the tree that Nesta and Cassian had left earlier in the day. With all the preparations that had needed to be done throughout the day both inside and outside the house, the Christmas tree had been left partially decorated. Nevertheless, Feyre and Rhysand were content to pick up where the previous decorators had left off. 

The tree was adorned with sparkling lights from top to bottom and decorated with a blend of traditional nutcracker and ballerina ornaments, classic glittering Christmas ball ornaments, and souvenirs from individual travels from the group, including a small red and green trolley from Mor’s summer escapade in San Francisco last summer. Each ornament telling a story of its own. As they worked, the tree transformed into a radiant spectacle, a true testament to the joy and spirit of the season.

Though Gwyn had poured her festive spirit into the outdoor decorations, stuffing the yard with a delightful array of inflatables, she was still yearning for the chance to participate in something that felt truly special: decorating the Christmas tree in the living room. It was the one aspect of the holiday she had been eagerly anticipating. As she reached out for the final strand of garland—a beautifully crafted red rustic ribbon—she felt excitement bubbling inside her as she began to unwrap it.

“Here, let me help you with that garland,” said Azriel. His deep and warm voice came from behind Gwyn as he reached around her body, helping her unravel the ribbon. Being 6 feet tall had its advantages for Azriel, one of them being he could stand behind Gwyn and still see over her head. “Unless you want to end up tangled in it again."

Gwyn paused, soaking in his presence as he enveloped her, his chest pressing against her back. She peered up at him and chuckled, feeling completely at ease. She loved everything about this moment—his body wrapped around hers, the scent of Christmas in the air, and the sense of family with everyone she loved in the room. If she could capture this feeling, this sense of belonging and joy, in a photograph, a tiny bottle, or even in her mind forever, this moment would have been it. “Oh, now you’re just teasing me.”

Azriel bent down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. It sent delightful sparks down Gwyn’s body and ignited her with warmth. 

Pulling the string from his fingers inch by inch, Gwyn took a step forward from Azriel’s embrace and began walking around the tree wrapping the garland. Azriel mirrored her and walked in the opposite direction around the tree, concentrating on the high branches that Gwyn couldn’t quite reach.

In the cosy living space, Rhysand and Feyre had joined Nesta and Cassian on the soft, enormous L-shaped champagne-colored sofa that occupied most of the living room. It was big enough to fit every single one of them on it, and it had many times. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Emerie and Mor were pouring hot chocolate into the festive-themed mugs that decorated the cabinets. For the most part, the mugs were decorative pieces, but once a year they would serve their true purpose and hold hot cocoa.

“I hadn’t even realized we were missing the star,” said Feyre, her head on her husband’s shoulder.

“I think it got lost last year after the boys took it into town on New Year's,” Mor replied without glancing up from her work. A popping sound came from the kitchen, yet not a single head turned. 

“I want what you’re having!” Yelled Nesta from the sofa. Mor was undoubtedly spiking her own drink with something from the bar.

Cassian and Rhysand exchanged glances as if communicating telepathically.

Do you have the start topper? 

No. 

Did we leave it at the bar? 

Oh shit. Didn’t we place it on the town Christmas tree while drunk? 

No, that was before we went to the bar and I know I carried that in—

“Found it!” Holding high for everyone to see, in her right hand Gwyn held a big bright golden star-shaped tree topper. It glimmered and sparkled even brighter beneath the lights of the glowing chandelier. Lights reflected off it and danced across the room like tiny dancing fairies as she turned the tree topper.

A collective sigh of relief was felt in the room.

“Alright, let’s get it up there before it goes missing again.” Azriel declared, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. 

“Let me get a step stool,” Gwyn suggested as she turned toward the kitchen.

“You don’t need a step stool,” Azriel replied, stopping her in her tracks. He turned her toward the tree and knelt behind her.

“What are you—” 

Gently nudging her legs apart with his hands and head Azriel was quick with his movements. Soon after, Gwyn found herself on his shoulders. Her feet instinctively wrapped around him wherever they could, and her hands grasped the top of his head for balance. After a moment, feeling a bit more stable, she relaxed into his touch when his hands came around her legs. Gwyn could feel her cheeks warming—she wasn't sure if it was the lights shining down on her or the surprise of the moment that was making her blush.

Azriel continued rubbing his hands up and down her legs. She was still cold from being outside, and that friction felt good. Trying not to think about heights, she focused on his touch. “You’re not going anywhere, Gwyn. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Gwyn took in a breath and giggled. “Ready.”

Azriel walked toward the tree, getting as close as he could for Gwyn’s torso to reach the placement point. Hands shifted higher, moving gradually closer to her thighs. In response, Gwyn squeezed his head slightly, but his grip remained steady. She instinctively sat up straighter, coming closer to the back of his head. Gwyn bit her lip, momentarily losing her focus. Breathe, and just focus.

Stretching her hand out, Gwyn reached toward the tree. Almost there… Her body let out a huff when she missed. Just a little to the left next time. She just needed to focus and stretch out a little more. Taking a breath in, Gwyn gave it another try. This time she felt Azriel’s thumbs rubbing circles on her thighs. Was it soothing? Yes. Was it distracting? Also, yes. Unclear what his goal was, Gwyn nudged him with her foot. 

Azriel chuckled. He was certainly being intentional and now Gwyn knew for certain.

“I’m trying to focus, you know,” Gwyn whispered.

“Am I distracting you? I thought I was helping,” said Az, low enough for the two to hear. She could hear his smile through his voice.

“I can’t concentrate when you do that,” she whispered.

Azriel hummed.

“You’re very lucky I love you,” Gwyn said.

Gwyn nudged him again with her foot before focusing back on the tree. With another big stretch, the star was back on the tree. Perfect. The Christmas tree was finally decorated from head to toe, figuratively speaking. Patting her on the leg, Azriel gently placed Gwyn on the ground and they headed towards the sofa with the rest of the group. 

“There’s glitter in my hair, on my clothes, and somehow, in my hot chocolate,” said Nesta. 

“I figured you all might need a little pick me up or just something warm in your body,” said Emerie handing Gwyn a mug in the shape of a Christmas tree. Sitting right next to her was Nesta holding a mug in the shape of Rudolph the red-nose reindeer. The kitchen cabinet had always been full of holiday coffee cups, courtesy of Rhysand’s mother, who had started the tradition of buying interestingly shaped mugs once a year during the winter. Now, they just drank from them. Rhysand had mentioned once that, according to his mother, a holiday house could never be too cheerful or cheerful enough. Hence, the excess of cups of cheer.

“The sun should be setting soon. Are you all headed to the village as Mr and Mrs Claus and the elves? Or as normal civilians?” said Rhysand. His violet eyes glanced at each member of the North Pole, one by one truly taking the time to admire the costuming. Rhys chuckled. There was not an ounce of doubt in his body that the outfits had been Mor’s idea. Ever since her time as an Alpha Phi in college, she’d always been one to coordinate outfits and ‘glam it up’ when she could. And this certainly had her name written all over it.

“Are you going to act like you don’t know us if we do?” Cassian smiled.

“I considered it,” said Rhysand with a chuckle.

“As much as I want to keep the spirit of Christmas alive, I’m sure I can still do that in normal clothes. Plus, I would love to take this off,” said Cassian. He pointed to the green vibrant tights that molded around his muscular calves and thighs. “It’s a little too tight for my liking.” 

“Hear hear,” said Azriel, lifting his glass and taking a sip. Pushing himself off the sofa, Azriel struggled to stand straight. He stretched out his legs and wiggled his feet, but something felt off. He placed his cup to the side for safekeeping. Taking one step forward, he felt a brief pain shoot to his ankle. Maybe he just needed to give his body a good shake. He had just been working outside in the cold for roughly two hours, and sitting down might have stiffened his body more than expected. 

Everyone else, save Feyre, Rhysand, and Gwyn had stayed behind. Upstairs, the others could be heard from the shuffling of feet and the opening and closing of doors as they set off to get ready and change into more comfortable and warm clothes. 

“Everything alright, Az?” asked Rhysand. 

“I, uh. Yeah.” Azriel furrowed his eyebrows looking down at his foot. He glanced back at Rhys and shrugged. “I think I’m just a bit stiff from all the work and then warming up by the fire.”

Rhys nodded.

“You could just need to warm up your muscles again,” suggested Gwyn.

“Maybe,” said Azriel. 

He attempted to rotate his ankle one way and then the other. It felt okay. Gently placing his left foot back on the floor, he made sure not to put too much pressure on it. Taking his time, Azriel began placing more of his natural body weight on it. It felt fine. Az let out a breath. At least it’s not broken, he thought. If it had been broken he would have been yelping from the pain by now. Feeling a bit more confident, he decided to take a step forward. That’s when he felt it. Immediately holding onto the sofa, he placed all his weight on his other foot. Gwyn and Rhys were up and out of their chairs in seconds. 

“It hurts to place my full body weight into it,” said Azriel. Both of his hands were on the sofa as he slowly lifted his foot and gently rotated it to alleviate some of the pain. 

“Sit down and let me take a look,” said Rhysand. His voice was firm but still showed concern. As soon as Azriel was seated, Rhysand knelt and lifted Az’s foot. He was slow when inspecting, in case there were any additional injuries. 

“Can you rotate it?” asked Rhys. Watching as Azriel did so, Rhys nodded and murmured to himself. He then began adding pressure with his hands and fingers across Azriel’s foot asking if the fluctuating pressure hurt, to which Azriel shook his head.

“Nothing too serious. Just a sprained ankle,” said Rhys as he stood. “That leg needs to be off the ground for a bit.”

The room was quiet for a bit.

Gwyn could feel the disappointment in the silence. She knew Azriel was a man of few words but she also knew that he didn’t want to miss out on the tradition of going into town on Christmas Eve to see the lights. Placing her hand on Azriel’s, Gwyn smiled. There was always space for new traditions. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Gwy—”

“I’m staying. We’ll drink cocoa, I’ll make cookies, and we’ll watch a holiday movie. Just you and me.” Gwyn tucked a strand of coppery hair behind her ear and gave Azriel a genuine smile. She could tell that Azriel didn’t want to be the reason she stayed behind, but Gwyn didn’t mind. They had the entire trip to go into town. It wasn’t like the holiday decorations in the town center were going to be taken down overnight. They’d be able to see the light show from now until the start of the new year. “Plus, who knows when the house will be quiet again. Or did you forget how many people there’s going to be here for the holiday?”

Azriel sighed. She was right, they would be living with about seven extra people who would be making noise, likely until late in the night for the next few days. There was no getting around Gwyn when her mind was set. “You’re right, and I do think it would be nice to spend time together. Just promise me you won’t put on Elf.”

“The Santa Clause?”

“Only if we watch The Santa Clause 2.”

“It’s my favorite anyway,” said Gwyn, a bright smile on her lips. With a kiss on the cheek, she was off to the kitchen to start baking cookies. Luckily, Emerie had stocked up on sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies on her trip to the store. Gwyn much preferred these frozen delights that could be popped right into the oven over the ones in the ready-made section of the bakery. For some reason, the ready-made ones always tasted like paper to Gwyn. Had she been at home, Gwyn would have considered making cookies from Scratch but such luxury would have to wait.

After adjusting the oven to an adequate temperature, Gwyn began prepping the baking tray with an aluminum lining and buttering it before layering it with a mix of sugar and traditional chocolate chip cookie dough.

“Why are you making cookies, Gwyn? We’re about to leave,” said Emerie as she popped into the kitchen.

With a spoonful of cookie dough in her mouth, she mumbled, “Az can’t go.”

“Why not?” Emerie asked, confusion dancing in her eyes.

“He hurt himself,” Gwyn explained covering her mouth as she downed another spoonful of delicious chocolate chip cookie dough.

“Why am I not surprised? I specifically TOLD him to use the goddamn ladder when getting off the roof. Did he listen? No!” Mor stomped down the stairs. Azriel slid further down on the sofa shielding his face with a pillow at the sound of her voice afraid she’d chuck a heel at him. Sure enough, he had been warned numerous times.

“She’s going to sing that tune all weekend, brother,” Cassian said, patting Azriel on the back.

“Do you want us to bring you something from the town?” asked Nesta.

“No, but thank you,” Azriel replied.

“I wasn’t asking you. I was asking your girlfriend who kindly volunteered to stay behind, I imagine, given that she’s baking cookies for you both,” said Nesta, zipping up her gray jacket and looking back at Gwyn, awaiting a response.

“Ouch.” Cassian chuckled, tugging on his fleece chestnut gloves. 

Biting the inside of her lip, Gwyn tried to stifle her laughter and shook her head. She could have asked for a woodcarved pegasus for her bookshelf or apple cider donuts—her favorites. They were a soft, sweet treat that she could only find during this specific time of the year. Her mouth watered at the thought. Tempting, so tempting. The reality was, she wanted to experience the holiday village and markets herself. It simply wasn’t the same otherwise. Besides, there was always tomorrow. “I’m good, but thank you, Nes.”

“I’m gonna bring you something anyway,” said Nesta winking as she walked out the door. 

Gwyn chuckled. “Love you, Nesta!”

“We’ll be back late. Don’t burn the house,” Rhysand warned. He was joking, right? Waving goodbye to Gwyn, he closed the door on his way out. Gwyn waved back with one arm as she placed the tray of cookies inside the oven. He doesn’t actually think I could burn the house…does he?

[minjaeoriginals]

판도라: The Box of Yujin (Chapter 2)

TW: Strong language, depression.

"I... am responsible for this, take me to jail..." "TAKE ME TO JAIL!" Jinsoul desperately shouted those words that, although she didn't knew the impact they would have on her life, she only wanted to take the blame for this incident.

She couldn't bear to remember all the times she saw in her memory the always smiling Yujin telling her in so many ways that she loved her and the things she did for Jinsoul.

Flashback to the summer of 2015

The teacher looked with some strangeness at what was happening in that classroom, that classroom that had a large window that reflected the bright sun of that summer afternoon at the school where they both studied.

So that Yujin with that characteristic smile that made her stand out above the rest for how dazzling it was, proceeded to give a bouquet of flowers to Jinsoul and express in detail everything that her heart felt at that moment when the world stopped for the two of them.

"Jinsoul-ah, You know, when I see you... I feel like I'm in heaven." Yujin began with this phrase to express her feelings towards that maiden who had completely captivated her.

"I feel that when you look at me, my heart jumps with joy and of course I get nervous. Those nerves that I'll ruin our friendship because of the love I feel for you, although if you let me... I promise I'll make you very happy. You'll be very happy with me, just stay by my side..." "Jinsoul-ah, stay with me." Yujin said with a sincerity that was astonishing to a Jinsoul who was entering a total state of disbelief.

Yujin continued to look at her with that beautiful smile that denoted genuine happiness, a happiness that was not usually seen in that shy woman most of the time.

Jinsoul, seeing Yujin in total astonishment, decides to look the other way. With total perplexity and some displeasure, she runs towards the classroom door, preparing to leave the classroom.

The teacher, with a watchful eye and in total silence, became a witness to the event that still left him in total stupor; never in his years as a teacher had he seen two female students from his class confess their feelings to each other. It was something new for him.

Jinsoul, still without processing what had happened, continued running without a defined direction. She didn't knew when to stop and only wanted to get out of her mind that moment that she wished would never happen.

After examining the area where she would stop and after having walked almost the entire school garden, Jinsoul sits on a rustic green bench near a tree.

That bench, although it had not been used for a long time, served as a seat for the school garden workers who worked every morning when there were classes. There, Jinsoul looked at the floor while her thoughts remained tied to the experience she had recently had and that still did not leave her mind.

Meanwhile, in the classroom, Yujin saw how that woman she loved, but who was also her best friend, ran and left her abandoned, with her spirits in the basement and her illusions broken in a couple of minutes, like that child who at Christmas longs for his gift from Santa Claus and discovers that it does not exist.

Her heart felt the greatest pain possible, that of that friend who moved away from her like a person who runs for her life without looking back.

Yujin only saw her bouquet of flowers and felt a much greater affliction than she already had beforehand. A sorrow that added to what was already waiting for her at home, one more incentive to feel terrible on the most complicated dates for her along with February 14: Christmas.

She felt sad, empty, with lots of bitterness and a feeling of unease so evident that anyone who passed by her could notice it without asking.

Arriving at the bus stop, Yujin only saw the ground; she did not feel the need to look ahead because her pride was more than hurt, it was already nonexistent.

Far from that school where she had left her happiness and her esteem, she was preparing to take the bus back home knowing what was already waiting for her, like someone condemned to death row who already knows his destiny and cannot do anything to change it.

With resignation and only wishing for the day to end, Yujin takes the bus line that leads to her house.

Once inside, she looks at the ground and enters slowly, looking for the stairs and trying not to let anyone see her sad face, fervently wishing to get to her room to lock herself in and cry for that woman who had broken her heart.

But her plan would have a flaw: her mother had been there, waiting for her to, once again, boast to her daughter about the achievements of her sister, whom she did consider a source of pride.

"Look at me!" exclaimed the mother, who looked at her own daughter with disgust.

"Do you see this? It's the honor roll; Mijoo is there again. "I've lost count of how many times she's there; she really is the pride of the family, my daughter who really shines unlike you... If only you were like her, I wouldn't regret having given birth to you." Eunseo sentenced with a coldness similar to that of an iceberg.

"Second place again... Do you really think your stupid second place is a source of pride?" Eunseo continues to berate her daughter fiercely.

"How long should I keep watching you lose all the first places? You're a failure, you're not a Baek... Baeks always win, that's why I changed my last name when I married your father." "Don't you think he's feeling too frustrated with the piece of shit daughter he has?" Her mother kept on insulting her daughter, who didn't even take the time to respond; she only felt that everything her mother said to her distressed her three times more than what anyone, including Jinsoul, would have said to her.

Tears wanted to come out of her crystal-clear eyes, but Yujin didn't want to show any emotion in front of that woman who, although she considered her mother, Eunseo considered that she wasn't her daughter, but rather a mistake that she couldn't control.

"ANSWER ME!" Eunseo was losing patience with Yujin's lifeless expression, as if she were dead in life. After a few minutes, she said the words she always wanted to say to Yujin.

"Really... every time I see you I feel miserable, I feel like the unluckiest woman in the world. I am thankful every day that Mijoo exists, because if it were up to you I would live all my days thinking about what punishment I pay... for having you."

These words changed Yujin's inert and passive state, who no longer paid any attention to what Eunseo said to her with a clear purpose of vilifying her and looked at her mother with a sad face, with those crystalline tears that brushed her tender cheeks and spread over the rest of her depressed face.

Her mother, who did not have the slightest bit of empathy for her daughter, continued to despise her and did not want to stop.

Mijoo, who was walking down the stairs, listened very carefully to everything that was happening just a few steps below.

So she decided to help her sister and tell her mother to stop, and only at the request of her favorite daughter, she agreed.

Yujin ran to her room and locked herself in, not letting anything or anyone in; she just wanted to be alone and deal with her feelings.

She didn't want to hear from any other human; she hated everything.

As if it were the result of a chain of hatred, her mother passed her hatred on to Yujin and she hated the idea of talking to anyone for the next few hours.

She didn't even look at the posters of her favorite artists because she thought they would "come to life" and start criticizing her like her mother does.

Yujin felt it wasn't fair. She had tried as hard as Mijoo, but she never won first place; instead of recognizing her good work, she was always left humiliated for not being able to win first place on that honor roll.

Then, after a couple of hours, at 3 in the morning on a night as cold as it was depressing, snowflakes landed on her window.

It was snowing and Yujin cried because that moment she so longed to see had finally arrived. That moment when it starts to snow and so she can pour out her feelings on a piece of scrap paper, where her muse, Ahn Jinsoul, would be the main protagonist of her literary works.

Listening to her favorite band in the background, Yujin slowly got the inspiration to capture in her notebook those works that only she could see, since she couldn't conceive the idea that someone else knew what she did.

End of flashback

The police tried to calm Jinsoul, who seemed totally out of her mind.

After a few minutes, she received a sedative and, after a couple of hours, she was transferred to the Nonhyeon-dong police station to be interviewed by Hayoung. In the case of the prosecutors, they couldn't do much in the face of Jinsoul's alienated state and that made the investigative process difficult.

Sitting in a black chair made of a metal-like material, Jinsoul settled in to answer the interrogation that Hayoung had already prepared for her.

On the other hand, Hayoung didn't really know why Jinsoul suddenly confessed to Yujin's death. Everything seemed to indicate that it was just a panic response, but... What if she was telling the truth? That's what the rookie detective asked herself very often.

After offering her a seaweed soup and a glass of juice, as is usually the case in Korean police stations for those being questioned, the endless series of questions began to get to the bottom of this case and to rule out or confirm all the theories that Hayoung might have about Jinsoul being the prime suspect in the crime. "She says she committed the crime... "Why does she say that so desperately?" Hayoung looks at Jinsoul with a watchful and defiant look, as if in her subconscious she wanted to denote that message that she is the authority and that, therefore, she must answer yes or yes with the truth and nothing but honesty to the interrogation.

"I did it, I couldn't save her... that's why I say I did it." "She was going to commit suicide... I wanted to save her, and I couldn't..." Immediately after saying that, Jinsoul feels the tears in her eyes again and continues to remember everything in great detail while confessing everything that happened to the detective.

"When I jumped to try to deflect the bullet, she was pointing the gun at her head... as if she was looking for that point on her head where only 1 shot would be enough to end everything."

Jinsoul cries and just looks sadly at the image of the 2 in an amusement park.

"When I saw her about to commit such madness, I didn't think twice and I jumped... perhaps thinking that the "I would save her and that maybe and just maybe... even if she hit me with the stray bullet, I would take it for all this time that I made her suffer without wanting to. I feel guilty for having hurt her." Jinsoul remarked while her countenance changed as time passed in the interrogation, going from a calm countenance to one full of guilt and bitterness.

"I shouldn't have left her alone... I shouldn't have left her unprotected, to her fate... like her family had left her for not being like her sister." Jinsoul felt more and more sorry for her friend's situation.

"So, you take the blame for her?" "Do you think you can be Mother Teresa?" "We can't blame you for something you didn't do..." Hayoung can't believe what she's hearing.

"Are you sure you didn't do anything?" Chulsoo appears with his lawyers behind him, as if they were his bodyguards.

"She killed my daughter, let her rot in jail." "And if you're not going to do your job, we'll do it." Chulsoo said, furious, looking at Jinsoul with contempt.

"Don't forget, girl, that you and the police live off my hand... Don't bite the hand that feeds you." After saying that threatening phrase, Chulsoo leaves the room with his lawyers.

Jinsoul feels like everything is increasingly lost to her and she just looks at her photos with Yujin in the past, still wondering in her thoughts: "Why did you die, why this way?" "What did you want to achieve with this?".

A question that would not stop tormenting Jinsoul during the break time of the interrogation, where she was alone at a table with a bowl of seaweed soup and a glass of juice, all accompanied by a funereal silence that only increased Jinsoul's desperation and anxiety, who became more and more frustrated without knowing the answer to that question that tormented her mercilessly.

[realityjoey]

CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE 118 (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

The lights of Los Angeles glowed under the crisp December sky, casting a warm glow over Station 118. The crew had reluctantly accepted that they’d be on shift during Christmas Eve this year, but rather than let the holiday spirit slip away, Bobby suggested they bring the festivities to the firehouse. Everyone jumped on board, determined to make the most of their time together.

Riley had been a little secretive all week, and on Christmas Eve, she finally revealed her surprise. As the crew gathered in the common room—decorated with tinsel, strings of lights, and a slightly lopsided tree that Hen insisted looked “charmingly rustic”—Riley arrived with several trays in hand, each stacked high with traditional British holiday treats. She set them down on the dining table with a wide grin, and the scent of spices, sugar, and freshly baked dough filled the air.

“I thought I’d bring a bit of home here,” she announced, her thick accent causing Buck to smirk in that teasing way he always did. “It’s Christmas, after all.”

Chimney and Hen were the first to dive in, lifting the lids to discover mince pies, Christmas pudding, and a few packages of what Riley called “proper British biscuits.”

“Okay, I have no idea what half of these are,” Eddie admitted with a laugh, inspecting a mince pie with a skeptical expression.

“It’s mincemeat,” Riley explained, then quickly clarified, “Not actual meat—just dried fruit, spices, all that good stuff. Trust me, it’s better than it sounds.”

Buck, standing by her side with an arm casually wrapped around her waist, grinned. “You’re in for a treat, Diaz. Riley doesn’t mess around when it comes to this stuff.”

Riley playfully elbowed him, but there was a warmth in her eyes as she saw her friends enjoying the little pieces of her heritage. Bobby even managed to snag the recipe for the Christmas pudding, already planning to try it out at home with Athena.

As the night wore on, the firehouse was filled with the sound of laughter, music playing softly from the speakers, and the crinkle of wrapping paper as they exchanged small gifts. Eddie gifted Hen a new set of tools for her car, Chimney got Eddie a framed photo of the team, and Hen surprised Bobby with a homemade ornament of the 118 logo. Riley handed out small, personalized gifts—tiny tokens that showed how much she had come to know and appreciate each of them over the past year. When it was Buck’s turn, she handed him a wrapped box that contained a new leather jacket, one he’d been eyeing but never bought for himself.

He grinned at her, something private passing between them as he muttered, “You spoil me, Anderson.”

“And you love it,” she replied with a wink.

But Buck had one more surprise up his sleeve. He disappeared for a few minutes, leaving Riley and the rest of the team to speculate about his sudden absence. When he returned, he was dressed head to toe in a plush Santa suit, complete with a hat and a fake white beard. The team broke out into laughter as he struck a pose, flexing his arms in the oversized red jacket.

“You look ridiculous,” Riley snorted, barely containing her laughter as Buck swaggered around the room, his movements exaggerated for effect.

“That’s the point, love,” Buck said, adjusting his beard. “I figured we might meet some kids on calls tonight, and I thought, ‘What’s Christmas Eve without Santa?’”

Bobby shook his head, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “That’s actually a pretty good idea, Buck. Just make sure you don’t scare the kids off.”

“Oh, they’ll love me,” Buck replied confidently, shooting a wink Riley’s way. “Everyone loves Santa, right?”

The night passed with the usual calls—some minor injuries, a small fire to put out, and one apartment where a child got stuck trying to climb down a homemade chimney. Buck stayed in costume for each call, his Santa antics bringing smiles and laughter, even from the most weary of parents.

Back at the station, Riley watched him interact with the kids they encountered, her heart swelling with affection. Even in his silly costume, he exuded warmth and care, kneeling down to chat with the kids and making sure they got a candy cane from his makeshift sack. It reminded her of just how much he cared, not just about her but about everyone he met.

As the night wound down, they gathered around the Christmas tree in the firehouse, the lights twinkling softly. Riley reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, her eyes glinting with mischief. She dangled it above Buck’s head, catching him mid-sentence.

“You’re supposed to be Santa, but you’re not getting out of this,” she said with a smirk.

Buck’s grin widened, and he gently pulled her closer, his hands settling at her waist as their laughter faded. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, the kiss soft at first, then deepening as they forgot, for a moment, where they were. Riley felt herself relax into his arms, a sense of peace washing over her in the warmth of their embrace.

But their private moment didn’t stay private for long. A cough broke through the silence, and they jumped apart to find Chimney standing nearby, arms crossed and a smirk plastered across his face.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” he said with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Guess Santa’s getting a little extra holiday cheer this year, huh?”

Riley flushed bright red, quickly shoving the mistletoe back into her pocket. Buck, unbothered, just threw an arm around her shoulders and smirked back at Chimney. “What can I say? Mistletoe rules.”

Chimney laughed, shaking his head as he called out to the others. “Hey, guys, Buck and Riley are breaking mistletoe protocol over here!”

Within seconds, Hen and Eddie had joined them, teasing comments flying about as they ribbed Riley and Buck. But even as Riley hid her face in Buck’s shoulder, she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her lips. Buck pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand squeezing hers in reassurance.

Despite the teasing, there was a warmth in the air, a feeling of togetherness that made the firehouse feel more like a home than ever. The 118 had become Riley’s family in ways she hadn’t imagined when she first moved to America, and now, with Buck at her side and their friends around them, she realized this was one of the best Christmases she’d ever had.

As the clock inched closer to midnight, the crew of the 118 gathered around the long dining table in the firehouse, each holding a warm drink—hot cocoa, coffee, or, for Chimney, a cup of spiced cider he’d managed to sneak in. The tree lights twinkled softly, casting a warm glow that made the space feel cozy and intimate, despite the cool breeze blowing outside. They had all settled into an easy camaraderie that made the firehouse feel like a second home.

Bobby, always the one to start things off, leaned back in his chair with a nostalgic smile. “You know, when I first started as a firefighter, I didn’t really know what to expect. My first Christmas shift, we got called to this house where a turkey fryer went up in flames. Whole family standing in the front yard, looking like they just lost Christmas dinner, and I remember thinking—‘This is it, this is what I signed up for.’ We managed to save the rest of their meal, though. I think they were more grateful for the mashed potatoes than anything else.”

Hen laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, I’ve seen plenty of those turkey fryer disasters. It’s almost a holiday tradition for some families.” She sipped her cocoa, the steam rising in little curls. “But my favorite Christmas shift was the year we got snow here in L.A. Remember that, Bobby? It wasn’t much, just a dusting, but people lost their minds. We had to rescue this guy who tried to sled down his driveway on a pool float and ended up in his neighbor’s tree. He insisted he was fine, but he was dangling upside down like a Christmas ornament.”

The room erupted into laughter, Riley clutching her sides as she pictured the scene. She hadn’t been with the 118 back then, but she could imagine it all too well. The stories flowed easily after that, each one punctuated by the team’s laughter.

Chimney, ever the storyteller, took the opportunity to share one of his classic tales. “Okay, okay, my turn. So, there was this one Christmas Eve—back when I was still a rookie. We got called out to this house because a guy got stuck in a chimney trying to surprise his kids. I kid you not, he thought it would be a great idea to dress up as Santa and climb down the chimney—except he got wedged in there like a cork in a bottle. And the best part? He sang carols until we got him out. ‘Jingle Bells’ all the way.”

Even Buck, who had heard this story more times than he could count, burst out laughing again. Riley leaned into his side, a warm feeling in her chest as she listened to her friends’ stories. She took in their smiles, the crinkles at the corners of their eyes, the way they lit up when reminiscing about old times.

Eddie jumped in next. “You know, before I moved out here, we spent every Christmas Eve at my grandma’s house. She’d cook enough tamales to feed the entire neighborhood, and by the end of the night, everyone would be stuffed and arguing over who made the best ones that year. My abuela, she had this saying—‘If you can still walk, you haven’t eaten enough.’ So, naturally, I’d be rolled out of there every time.”

Riley chuckled, picturing Eddie surrounded by family and tamales. She realized how much she enjoyed these glimpses into their lives, the little pieces of who they were beyond the job. When the conversation turned her way, she felt a flutter of nerves, but Buck’s hand found hers under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“What about you, Riley?” Hen asked, curiosity in her eyes. “What were Christmases like back in England?”

Riley thought for a moment, the warmth of the firehouse wrapping around her as she recalled her childhood. “Well, it was always a bit chaotic, as you’d imagine with eight siblings. They’d wake me up at the crack of dawn and drag me out of bed to open presents. I would finally wake up and be in the kitchen, cooking a roast, and somehow the whole house would smell like sage and onions and gravy. It was… crowded and noisy, but that’s what made it special.”

She smiled, the memories bittersweet but comforting. “I would always play the same Christmas album—some old classics—and my sister Kyra would try to drown it out with whatever pop song was popular that year. It was our little tradition, even though it drove everyone else mad.”

The crew laughed softly, imagining a younger Riley singing her heart out trying to preserve the holiday spirit for her siblings who may struggle during this holiday.

Hen nudged Riley’s arm playfully. “And I bet you made them all those mince pies, too, huh?”

“Oh, you better believe it,” Riley replied with a chuckle. “I got the recipe from an old book, and I��ve been making them since I was about thirteen. Of course, they didn’t always turn out as pretty as these—my first batch was more like mince soup.”

Buck wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Well, you’ve definitely perfected them now. I might be a little biased, but these are the best I’ve ever had.”

Riley rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a warmth in her chest that hadn’t been there in a long time. This was different from her Christmases back home. It felt good.

As the stories continued, the team fell into an easy rhythm, the banter flowing naturally. They shared tales of disastrous holiday dinners, childhood mischief, and the strange calls they’d responded to over the years. There were stories that made them laugh until they had tears in their eyes, like the time Bobby accidentally set fire to his own Christmas ham during a family dinner, or when Hen got stuck playing Santa for her son’s preschool and barely fit into the costume.

At some point, Chimney took it upon himself to reenact a dramatic rescue from his rookie years, complete with exaggerated sound effects and wild gestures. He climbed onto a chair to demonstrate how he had scaled a tree to save a stranded cat, only to slip and nearly take out the Christmas tree in the process. The room filled with laughter, and even Bobby had to turn away to hide his grin.

Riley leaned into Buck’s shoulder, her sides aching from laughter. She glanced around the room, feeling a sense of belonging she hadn’t quite expected when she’d moved to America. This crew, this family, had welcomed her into their lives with open arms, and now, sitting here with them on Christmas Eve, she felt like she had found a place where she truly belonged.

Buck turned his head slightly, catching her gaze, his blue eyes twinkling under the Christmas lights. He brushed a lock of hair from her face, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. “You alright?” he asked softly, just for her to hear.

She nodded, her smile softening. “Yeah. More than alright.”

And as the clock struck midnight, signaling the arrival of Christmas, they raised their cups in a toast—Buck still in his ridiculous Santa costume, Chimney still reenacting his rookie year escapades, and Riley surrounded by the warmth of friends who had become like family. It wasn’t the kind of Christmas she’d grown up with, but it was perfect in its own way.

“Here’s to family, near and far,” Bobby said, his voice steady and sincere, and the team echoed his words, lifting their glasses higher.

“To family,” Riley murmured, her voice blending with Buck’s, their hands still clasped beneath the table. And as she looked around at the smiling faces, she knew this was a Christmas Eve she’d never forget.

As midnight came and went, the festive atmosphere in the firehouse only grew more vibrant. After finishing their stories, Chimney decided that the perfect way to keep the holiday cheer going was to dig through the stash of Christmas CDs he’d brought with him. He plugged one into the old stereo system in the corner, and soon, the familiar upbeat notes of classic holiday tunes filled the room.

Buck groaned as Jingle Bell Rock started playing, rolling his eyes playfully at Chimney. “Really, Chim? Couldn’t pick anything cooler?”

Chimney grinned, pointing his finger at Buck like a cheesy TV host. “Oh, come on, Buckaroo! It’s a classic. Get with the spirit!”

Before Buck could protest further, Riley grabbed his hand, pulling him into the open space in front of the Christmas tree. She shot him a challenging smile, one eyebrow raised. “You’re dressed like Santa, Buck. You have no room to judge anyone’s music choices right now.”

Buck let out a dramatic sigh, but he couldn’t resist her enthusiasm. He swung her around, the plush Santa jacket flaring as they moved. Riley laughed, the sound light and joyful, and it wasn’t long before Eddie and Hen joined in, swaying along to the music.

Chimney took it upon himself to pour everyone a round of eggnog, the non-alcoholic kind Bobby had made to keep things within department regulations, though he’d slyly mentioned he might have “fortified” his own cup. He handed out the mugs, making a show of raising his own as if he were toasting a grand celebration.

“To Christmas at the 118!” Chimney shouted over the music, and the others echoed him, clinking their mugs together before taking long, appreciative sips. The creamy drink, with its hint of nutmeg and cinnamon, warmed them from the inside out.

Riley twirled away from Buck and grabbed Hen’s hands, pulling her into a goofy little dance. Hen, always one to let loose in the right company, joined in, the two of them spinning around each other with exaggerated flourishes. Bobby, shaking his head with a smile, eventually gave in too, tapping his feet to the beat and even sharing a little two-step with Eddie.

For a while, the firehouse felt like a holiday party, complete with laughter, eggnog, and the slightly off-key singing of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree. Buck, still in his Santa suit, kept the energy high, even grabbing the firehouse mop to use as a makeshift microphone as he sang along. He winked at Riley mid-verse, who playfully shoved him, but she couldn’t hide the wide smile on her face.

Hen and Chimney, always up for some friendly competition, challenged each other to a dance-off in the middle of the room. They took turns trying to outdo one another, Hen with her fluid, rhythmic movements and Chimney with his wild, over-the-top spins and shimmies. The rest of the team played along, acting as the judges, though they all kept changing their votes just to keep the fun going.

Eventually, a slower song came on, one of those old crooning classics that filled the air with a nostalgic warmth. The energy in the room softened as everyone paired off for a more relaxed sway. Hen and Bobby shared a dance, both of them laughing at how out of rhythm they were, while Chimney twirled an unwilling Eddie around, much to Eddie’s amused protests.

Riley found herself in Buck’s arms again, his Santa hat now crooked and askew. He pulled her close, his hand warm against her back as they rocked gently to the music. She rested her head against his shoulder, her laughter fading into a contented sigh.

“Not a bad way to spend Christmas Eve,” Buck murmured into her hair, his voice just loud enough for her to hear over the music.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Yeah. It’s pretty perfect, actually.”

For a moment, they stood together, the world outside the firehouse fading away. The lights of the Christmas tree cast a soft glow over them, and the warmth of the firehouse and their friends made it feel like they were wrapped up in a little bubble of holiday cheer.

It was Chimney, of course, who broke the moment. He appeared beside them with an exaggerated wink, holding up a fresh sprig of mistletoe above their heads. “Just in case you two need an official excuse,” he quipped, grinning from ear to ear.

Buck didn’t need more prompting. He dipped Riley dramatically, his Santa hat falling to the ground as he leaned down to kiss her, earning a round of cheers and whistles from the rest of the team. Riley let out a laugh against his lips, her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back.

When Buck pulled her back up, Riley’s cheeks were flushed, but she couldn’t stop smiling. The room was filled with warmth—both from the eggnog and from the sense of family that had settled over them all.

As the last notes of the song faded into another upbeat tune, the team kept dancing, lost in the joy of the moment. There were no calls, no emergencies, just the sound of laughter, the twinkle of Christmas lights, and the comfort of knowing they were all together for the holiday.

By the time the night drew to a close, they were breathless with laughter, some of them sprawled out on the couches, others leaning against the walls with mugs of eggnog still in hand. Riley found herself curled up beside Buck, his arm draped over her shoulders, his Santa suit now crumpled and askew.

Bobby, Hen, Eddie, and Chimney sat nearby, chatting about plans for Christmas Day once they were off shift, about traditions they’d shared with family, and new ones they’d made with each other. And as Riley looked around the room, she realized that for all the challenges and all the unexpected turns in her life, she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

It wasn’t the Christmas Eve she’d grown up with, but as she glanced up at Buck, who looked back at her with that familiar, adoring smile, she knew it was exactly where she was meant to be.

As the first light of Christmas morning began to edge over the Los Angeles skyline, the 118’s shift finally came to an end. The firehouse that had been buzzing with laughter, music, and holiday cheer just hours earlier now quieted as the team gathered their things, exchanged a few sleepy hugs, and headed out to their respective homes.

Riley and Buck lingered a bit longer, savoring the warmth that still lingered in the firehouse. They both felt a pang of nostalgia, already missing the shared laughter and the comforting presence of their friends. But as they stepped outside into the cool morning air, the thought of heading home together made the transition a little easier.

Buck threw his duffel bag into the back of his truck and then turned to Riley with a playful grin. “Ready to head home, love?”

Riley nodded, smiling up at him. “Lead the way, Santa.”

He let out a laugh, then pulled off the last remnants of his Santa costume—the red hat he’d been wearing all night—handing it to her with a wink. “Why don’t you hold onto this, as a reminder of my impressive holiday spirit?”

She rolled her eyes, but she tucked the hat into her own bag, knowing she’d treasure it later. They climbed into Buck’s truck, the warmth of the heater quickly enveloping them as they pulled out of the firehouse parking lot.

As they drove through the early morning streets of Los Angeles, Buck flicked on the radio, and the opening notes of Driving Home for Christmas by Chris Rea filled the cab. Riley laughed softly, leaning back in her seat as the familiar melody washed over them. Buck glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You know, I thought you’d like this one,” he said, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other reaching over to take hers.

Riley squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the heater. “You’re getting pretty good at picking British classics, Buckley.”

They shared a smile, and for a moment, the world outside the truck seemed to fall away. The early morning streets were quiet, the city still waking up, and the two of them were wrapped up in their own little bubble, the music playing softly in the background.

Riley looked out the window, watching the city lights blur past, and then turned back to Buck, catching the way his face softened in the glow of the dashboard lights. She marveled at how far they’d come—both of them, together. It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d moved across the ocean, uncertain of what her new life would hold. But now, she had a place she called home, a job she loved, and a family she’d found in the 118. And, of course, she had Buck, who had become so much more than just a partner on the job.

Buck seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because he glanced over at her and gave her hand another squeeze. “I was just thinking… we’re pretty damn lucky, aren’t we?”

Riley tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, we are. A year ago, I never thought I’d be here—celebrating Christmas with a bunch of Americans and driving home with you.”

Buck let out a quiet chuckle. “Well, I’m glad you did. I’m glad we… figured things out.”

“Me too,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the music.

They fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the lyrics of the song. The words about coming home, about the feeling of returning to where you belong, resonated with both of them in a way that felt almost too perfect. Buck’s thumb rubbed gently over the back of her hand as he focused on the road, and Riley rested her head against the seat, letting herself get lost in the moment.

Eventually, they turned onto the quieter streets of their neighborhood, the houses decorated with lights that twinkled in the pre-dawn light. Buck parked the truck in their driveway, the engine rumbling softly before he turned it off. For a moment, neither of them moved, the silence settling around them like a warm blanket.

Buck turned to her, his expression soft and open, the way it always was when they had these quiet moments together. “You know, I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world. Even the tough parts. It’s all worth it, as long as I’ve got you.”

Riley’s eyes shimmered as she reached up to cup his cheek, brushing a thumb over the stubble there. “You’re getting sappy on me, Buckley.”

He leaned into her touch, smiling against her palm. “It’s Christmas. I’m allowed.”

She laughed, a gentle sound, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it held all the things she sometimes struggled to put into words. When they pulled back, she rested her forehead against his, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with hers.

“Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s go inside and have a real Christmas breakfast. I think I still have some of those biscuits left.”

Buck’s face lit up, and he kissed her again, quick and playful this time. “Deal.”

They climbed out of the truck, the cold morning air nipping at their faces as they hurried up the front steps of their home. Buck fumbled with the keys, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, and Riley laughed at his excitement.

As they stepped inside, the warmth of their home enveloped them, the scent of pine from the small Christmas tree they’d put up together filling the air. Riley kicked off her boots and headed straight for the kitchen, Buck close behind her. They moved easily around each other, sharing a few quiet laughs as they made coffee and heated up the last of the holiday treats Riley had brought to the firehouse.

When they finally sat down at their little kitchen table, with mugs of steaming coffee and plates of biscuits, Buck reached across the table to take her hand again. They sat there, the early morning light streaming in through the window, casting everything in a soft glow.

As the song replayed softly in Riley’s head, she looked at Buck, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the coffee or the heater. They were home—truly home. And as they shared quiet conversation and breakfast, surrounded by the peaceful stillness of Christmas morning, they both knew that this was a moment they’d carry with them for a long, long time.

No matter what the future held, they had each other. And that was the best Christmas gift of all.

[merrybrides]

HOT CHOCOLATE BAR IDEAS

Hot chocolate and hot cocoa are the most popular drinks for fall and winter – nothing keeps us as warm and tastes as good as these drinks. A hot chocolate bar is a must for every winter wedding despite the theme you’ve chosen, you can style it for your wedding.

A rustic hot cocoa bar with small Christmas trees, a snowy sign, and a windowpane-printed tablecloth.

Plaid thermoses are used as vases and decorated with antlers, evergreens, berries, and plaid ribbons for winter charm.

A chic hot chocolate bar with a sign, some toppers, tags, and cute desserts.

A gorgeous lit-up hot chocolate bar with a couple's photo and a chalkboard sign.

A stunning hot chocolate bar adorned with evergreens, birch branches, lanterns, and a festive wreath.

A hot chocolate bar with a rustic feel, featuring a stylish shabby chic sign, baskets, and evergreens.

If you're having a rustic wedding, consider using a stand with mugs made from wood slices and copper tanks.

A hot chocolate bar with a chalkboard sign, fir tree, and cookies.

A chic hot chocolate bar with desserts, a sign, a faux Christmas tree, and lots of plaid for a Christmas wedding.

A hot cocoa bar is another great idea, make it using a vintage sideboard you have at hand and a cute chalkboard sign.

A gorgeous hot chocolate bar with an evergreen garland, plaid thermoses, and lots of sweets.

A hot chocolate bar is decorated with copper tanks and a chalkboard sign for a cozy winter look.

Sometimes all you need is plaid thermoses, copper mugs and some banners for a cool winter bar.

A gorgeous hot chocolate bar is made of barrels, an old door and some baskets.

A gorgeous Christmas-inspired bar decorated with skis, plaid mugs thermoses, and banners.

A gorgeous hot cocoa bar of a vintage sideboard, a plaid banner and mugs with knit cozies.

[spacedoutman]

【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 3)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: I love folk shit so god damn much and I am so happy to be able to share some of it here. I halfway grew up in the Appalachians so a lot of it I'm actually pretty familiar with! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None for this chapter

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 4 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

“You are way too good looking to be working here.” The woman said in a snarky mutter as she snatched the duster from your hands.

Her expression softened. “You’ve been working your ass off all day.” She gave you a quick pat on the back. A wide grin shone on your face. “If you get the kids to bed, you can take whatever you need from my beauty supply—as long as it isn’t everything.” She finished lightheartedly. You nodded.

“Thank you so much, madame!” You bubbled. “I appreciate it greatly!”

“I should thank you for keeping this place so clean.” The woman sighed tiredly, sliding her hands on her hips. “Even if I didn’t have the kids, I couldn’t do as good of a job.”

You smiled. “I appreciate it again, Doris.” Doris nodded. She was taller than a tree but hunched like a willow. Her platinum hair was tied in a thousand colorful curlers—making her plain red dress stand out like red on white.

“Get on, doll.” She said through her thick Queens accent. “See you around.”

“Bless you.”

Doris nodded once and sauntered off. It felt like a boulder rolled off of you. You sighed in relief. The wind seemed to sigh with you as it billowed the flower-patterned champagne curtains through the open window. Your smile lingered as the soft breeze rolled over you. Your shoes clicked across the polished oak floors and arabesque carpets as you left.

The golden setting sun swallowed the rustic living room, making it look straight out of a fairy tale—but all that was on your mind was hitting the bed. You yawned, slouching heavily as you made your weaved around the deep red couch, heading up the stairs. You opened the first door you saw. A wall that looked like a photograph of the evening sky met your eyes—but with color.

Three children snuggled in their beds, peeping over the blankets.

“HI!!” They all whisper-shouted together, packed with cheer.

You chuckled. “Y/N!” The oldest, Eloise, sat up, waving happily. She was a young girl with two blond braids over her shoulders. You waved back, grinning widely. “How are you?” Your heart melted.

“Good and you?” You put on an exaggerated but enthusiastic polite voice, walking over to the small book shelf.

“Good.” Eloise nodded. “Mom told me that was polite.”

“Very.” You cooed.

“Can I hug you?” Another kid, Kenneth, who actually had a head full of carrot orange hair whispered.

“Of course.”

The children climbed out of their beds and tip-toed over like it was Christmas and past curfew. You hugged them all. The kids overjoyed grins lit up the room. “Can you read a fairy tale tonight?” Eloise asked. “We all agreed on it this time, actually.” Kenneth chuckled. He playfully crossed his arms and looked away, pouting dramatically.

The youngest looked down. He crept over to his bed and sat down, wrapping himself in his deep blue quilt. Your expression softened. your brows drew together. “I read you two’s pick the day before yesterday.” You said gently. “Would you mind letting Frank pick for now?” Kenneth and Eloise looked at each other. Kenneth lowered his head. Eloise put a finger to her chin.

“Alright!” Eloise enthusiastically opined. “He just doesn’t speak up enough.”

“It’s best to include everyone.” You reassured. Kenneth nodded. “Now, what would you like, Frank?”

“A book about war.”

Meanwhile.

Gene’s foot tapping made a great drum beat. He played the fiddle so quick it should’ve lit on fire, nodding along to the tune he and Paul sang. Paul’s hand danced on the dulcimer while he strummed with the other. Another chaotic song about morning whiskey. They’d get it right some time. The two didn’t even drink. No matter how far down the night weather plunged, the loft hoarded heat.

The roof was just high enough for the two to sit up all the way—but one wrong breath and piles of dust and hay and maybe even an empty birds nest would pile onto their faces and possibly suffocate them.

One of the fiddle strings snapped. It had to be the fiftieth time that week. Gene let out a gravelly sigh. “Get the washboard.” Paul teased, taking a small pause. He played again, singing a flowery little tune. His heart beat to the rhythm. Gene peeled himself off the hay stack. It sounded empty without the fiddle.

He crawled down the ladder. Its creaks and bellows ripped through the air. Paul tapped his foot a bit louder. The music scratched the itch in his brain nicely. He closed his eyes. His singing turned to mumbling as he made up lyrics for the song he didn’t remember. The sound filled the barn like an orchestra as he lost his hands to the tune. He moved with the rhythm before-

“Please, there’s got to be something we can do.” Gene’s soft voice fretted.

Paul’s eyes widened. He lowered his dulcimer and crawled over to the ladder. The owner of the place, mister Boyd—James Boyd, to be exact, screamed obscenities. Paul’s lips pinched as a sour face knocked his smile out. He laid the instrument down and crawled down the ladder. Hay drifted down around him like feathers.

Boyd’s shouting boomed louder than a cow mooing in his ear. Paul leaned against a pillar. He frowned a little. Gene was completely still, yet somehow small as he could be. He wiped his mouth. His eyes went dull so fast it hurt. A slight scowl fought its way onto Paul’s face as he eyed Boyd like a hawk. The man was short as a fence post and thin as a twig.

He always wore a tie and a finely pressed white shirt.

“I swear to god, whatever we’ve done, we’ll make it up to you.” Gene’s gaze darted from Paul to Boyd. His eyes turned overly bright and feverish and his movements fast.

Gene’s racing heart slammed in Paul’s ear. “.. Could I ask what’s going on?” Paul’s voice lightened. He sounded more hesitant than anything, yet a little poison hid snug somewhere in there.

“Gladly!” Boyd thundered, staring down his chin at them. “If the two of you don’t pack your bags and get your asses out of here, I’ll have the cops called immediately!”

So much spite drenched his voice it flew out of his mouth. “Can I ask why?” Paul strained to stay polite. Gene stepped back. His gaze clung to the ground.

“You two have done nothing but cause’ a ruckus!” He tossed his hands in front of him, showing off his freshly polished watch made of pure gold.

“Please-”

“Get out.” The man hissed. “I’d better never see either of you again!”

A comeback choked up in Paul. Gene eased his hand on his shoulder. Paul took a deep breath and let it go with it. The two walked out in defeat. The tense air followed them all the way down the path as they left the farm. At least the smell of shit didn’t.

The truck rattled and the road boomed, Paul winced a bit every time they hit a pot hole deep enough to bury a man. Gene laid his head against the dusty window, staring into the night as the washed out woods smeared around them. Paul drove Gene’s pickup truck as fast as the old thing would go, clutching the steering wheel so hard it would snap. Gene closed his eyes.

“That’s another job.” Paul commented gruffly.

“I always thought he liked me.” Gene confessed, completely at a loss.

“Please. I don’t think he likes anyone.” Paul said more snappily than he would’ve liked. “And that leaves us to do what? Degrade ourselves even more? Get a worse job like eating sawdust?”

“Paul. Calm down. I just don’t think he could pay us anymore.”

“Stop trying to justify his behavior.”

“T.. This is a difficult time.. and I have no doubt he’s struggling as well.” Gene said sincerely through a breaking voice.

“He could’ve at least had the good grace to.. I don’t know, talk to us like human beings?” Paul sarcastically sneered, whipping around a corner.

“He’s probably not even thinking about that..”

“Well that’s his fucking problem, isn’t it?”

Gene looked down. Paul furrowed his brows tightly. He breathed so quickly he could start a fire in his lungs. Gene’s eyes widened for a split second. “Paul.. the gas is low.” Gene squeaked. Paul slowed down. His grip loosened.

“Let’s go get gas.”

“Alright.”

[carefreehomefurnishings]

Why the 9' Park Hill Tree Is the Perfect Centerpiece for Your Holiday Home

Transform Your Space with the Elegant 9' Park Hill Tree

If you're dreaming of a magical holiday season with minimal hassle and maximum style, the 9' Park Hill tree might be exactly what your home needs. Blending traditional charm with modern convenience, this slim-profile beauty offers the perfect balance of form and function—ideal for today’s holiday decorators.

A Space-Saving Stunner With its slim 58" base and tall, elegant 9-foot frame, the 9' Park Hill tree is designed to fit beautifully in tighter spaces without sacrificing visual impact. Whether you place it in a cozy living room corner or as the focal point in a grand entryway, this tree offers a graceful silhouette that stands out.

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Crafted for Realism With 1396 lifelike tips, natural-looking pinecones, and rich tones of green and brown, this tree captures the essence of a freshly cut Blue Spruce. The materials—40% polyester, 25% plastic, 30% iron, and 5% pinecone—create a look and feel that’s both rustic and refined.

No Tools, No Stress Assembly is quick and simple—no tools required. This thoughtfully designed tree arrives in manageable sections and weighs just 37 lbs, making it easy to set up, rearrange, and store after the holidays.

Built to Last Part of the Tree Lot Collection, the 9' Park Hill tree is designed for indoor use and built with durability in mind. Whether you're decorating for the first time or upgrading your holiday décor, this tree is a stylish investment you'll enjoy for years to come.

[handcraftednauticaldecor]

Enhance Your Space With Nautical Charm – Dark Blue Ship Wheel Ornament

Bring coastal vibes home with Handcrafted Nautical Decor Dark Blue Decorative Ship Wheel and Rustic Dark Blue Decorative Ship Wheel Christmas Tree Ornament. Perfect as a ship wheel ornament or accent piece, these handcrafted items add vintage flair to any room. Whether you're decorating with a nautical boat wheel theme or seeking premium nautical decor, these charming pieces are ideal for homes, offices, or holiday displays. Add a timeless maritime touch that stands out year-round.

[centurypaper]

The Role of a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer in Spreading Festive Cheer

As the year concludes, streets glitter with lights, windows glimmer with garlands, and houses become warm sanctuaries filled with laughter and expectation. Christmas is more than a season — it's an experience, steeped in tradition and feeling. At the heart of this experience lies the process of turning rooms into celebratory displays, a process largely attributed to the expert efforts of a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer.

Designing Delight from Idea to Reality

Each sparkling decoration and holiday centerpiece starts as a thought. A Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer has the task of turning that thought into reality — from preliminary drawings and prototype development to the final details that make each item special. These manufacturers collaborate with a group of designers, craftspeople, and technicians to translate holiday ideas into real décor.

What to the consumer appears to be a plain wreath or Christmas bell is the culmination of months of test-running, trying, and careful craft. Not only are these items produced with an eye to fitting in with today's trends but also created to evoke emotional resonance so every Christmas is just as enchanting as the one before.

Setting the Scene for Celebrations

Whether it's a warm house, a lively shopping center, or a festival of winter theme, decorations set the mood through their immense influence. That's why a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer is just as vital as any other when it comes to holiday atmosphere. Their items help turn bare halls into cozy havens that fill hearts with hope and invite revelry.

Apart from aesthetics, there are also practical considerations such as durability, safety, and installability. Products such as LED string lights, foldable tree structures, and flame-resistant materials are designed both for user experience and safety.

Embracing Diversity in Design

A contemporary Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer is also supposed to satisfy varied tastes and cultural subtleties. Traditional designs — remember red, gold, and green — still have the upper hand, but several consumers these days like minimalist or themed decor reflecting their individual sense of style.

Manufacturers have taken up the challenge by presenting extensive collections ranging from Nordic, rustic, and glam to vintage. Some also produce region-specific decor to attract global markets, with their designs representing both international trends and regional traditions.

Why Sustainability Matters More Than Ever

With growing awareness regarding environmental concern, sustainability is high on the priority list for most consumers today. To this end, many companies are adopting greener ways. Recycled paper, biodegradable packaging materials, reusable ornaments, and energy-efficient lighting feature in many collections these days.

This change is indicative of a larger trend in the sector, as being a responsible Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer involves finding a balance between holiday cheer and environmental responsibility. In doing so, not only does the manufacturer save the world, but it also gains the trust of conscious consumers.

Of the numerous players in the market, Century Paper stands tall as a leading Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer that combines creativity and responsibility. Renowned for its commitment to quality and design, Century Paper presents a very impressive array of hand-finished decorative items, most of which use recycled and FSC-certified materials.

Their merchandise embodies a divine balance of luxury, heritage, and contemporary sophistication. From detailed paper star cutting to sophisticated table pieces and joyful wrapping essentials, Century Paper offers each product an added touch that makes Christmas shine. What's unique about them is their provision of bespoke solutions for business applications as well as personal use, making them an assured partner in high-end décor requirements. Their innovation, green credentials, and commitment have placed them in favor with local as well as global markets.

Assisting Small Businesses and Retailers

Retailers, particularly at the holiday season, depend enormously on the reliability and innovation of their suppliers. A good Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer is no longer just a supplier — they are a retailing partner. By providing new ranges annually, facilitating bulk customization, and delivering goods on time, manufacturers assist businesses in attracting shoppers and increasing sales.

Manufacturers also offer forecasts of seasonal trends, and this keeps retailers in the forefront. In most instances, they also offer complete festive packages, such as window displays, in-store décor kits, and product presentation guides — and this gives companies all they require to bring to life a memorable shopping experience.

Online Retail and E-Commerce Integration

With growing dominance by online shopping, a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer must also respond to digital requirements. Most now manufacture decor made to e-commerce standards — lightweight, easy to transport, and attractively packaged. Some even provide drop shipping or private-label facilities, so that small brands can flourish in the digital realm without burdensome inventory expenses.

High-quality product photography, upload-ready descriptions, and seasonal branding support are also now included in a manufacturer's portfolio. These digital-first initiatives enable retailers to thrive in a competitive online environment, yet still provide the festive cheer consumers anticipate.

Building a Legacy of Cheer

At its essence, the job of a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer is about spreading joy. Every single item, from mass-produced to handmade, adds to the traditions that unite families and communities together. These manufacturers ensure that the magic of the holidays is preserved and carried on generation after generation.

When you unwrap that fragile ornament, hang a shining star, or wrap a nicely decorated gift box, you are engaging with something thoughtfully and carefully made. And behind it all is a group of enthusiastic creators making sure that Christmas remains the most wonderful time of the year.

Final Thought

The role of a Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer in spreading festive cheer is both profound and far-reaching. These manufacturers are the unseen elves behind the magic of the season, helping people around the world celebrate with joy and wonder. With creativity, precision, and passion, they keep the traditions of Christmas alive — one decoration at a time.

Whether you're a business looking to enhance your holiday offerings or a homeowner dreaming of a perfect Christmas ambiance, never underestimate the value a great Christmas Decorative Items Manufacturer brings.

[hamptonnauticals]

Deck Your Tree With Nautical Charm – Stunning Christmas Tree Ornaments From Hampton Nauticals!

The holiday season is the perfect time to embrace unique decorations that reflect your personality and style. If you love the ocean and maritime history, why not bring that passion to your holiday décor? Hampton Nauticals offers an exquisite selection of Christmas tree ornaments that add a coastal charm to your celebrations. Whether you're looking for Christmas ornaments for gifts or something special for your own home, our collection is sure to impress.

Nautical-Themed Christmas Tree Ornaments – A Unique Holiday Touch

Traditional Christmas decorations are always beautiful, but adding a nautical theme can make your tree stand out. Our Christmas ornaments are designed to capture the essence of the sea, featuring intricate details and high-quality materials that bring the spirit of the ocean into your home.

Some of our best-selling Christmas tree ornaments include:

Seaworn Blue Cast Iron Propeller Christmas Ornament 4 – A rustic, maritime-inspired piece that adds a vintage touch to your tree.

Solid Brass Porthole Mirror Christmas Ornament 4 – A beautifully designed ornament that reflects the charm of classic ships and sailing adventures.

These Christmas ornaments for gifts are not just decorations; they are timeless keepsakes that evoke memories of the sea and the joy of the holiday season.

Why Choose Nautical Christmas Ornaments?

A Perfect Blend of Tradition and Adventure

Adding Christmas tree ornaments with a nautical touch allows you to celebrate both the holiday spirit and your love for the sea. The deep blues, elegant brass, and maritime symbols create a unique aesthetic that enhances your festive décor.

Ideal Christmas Ornaments for Gifts

Finding the right present can be challenging, but Christmas ornaments for gifts make thoughtful and meaningful choices. Whether you're shopping for a sailing enthusiast, a beach lover, or someone who simply appreciates fine craftsmanship, our ornaments are the perfect pick.

High-Quality Craftsmanship

At Hampton Nauticals, we take pride in offering premium-quality Christmas ornaments made from durable materials. Each piece is carefully designed to ensure longevity and aesthetic appeal, making them cherished holiday decorations for years to come.

Decorating Ideas with Nautical Christmas Tree Ornaments

Looking for creative ways to incorporate Christmas tree ornaments into your décor? Here are some tips:

Create a Coastal Christmas Theme

Pair your Christmas ornaments with seashell garlands, blue and white lights, and a starfish tree topper for a complete nautical look. This theme is perfect for beach houses or anyone who loves the ocean.

Mix and Match with Traditional Décor

You don’t have to completely replace your existing decorations. Simply blend our nautical Christmas tree ornaments with classic red and gold elements to create a unique and elegant tree.

Gift Wrap with a Nautical Twist

Instead of traditional bows, use mini Christmas ornaments for gifts to decorate presents. This adds an extra touch of charm and makes your gift even more special.

Shop the Best Nautical Christmas Ornaments at Hampton Nauticals

This holiday season, let your tree tell a story of adventure, elegance, and timeless tradition with stunning Christmas tree ornaments from Hampton Nauticals. Whether you're shopping for Christmas ornaments for gifts or adding a nautical touch to your home, our collection has something for everyone.

Connect With Us on Social Media

Stay updated with our latest holiday collections and decorating tips! Follow Hampton Nauticals on social media and share your beautifully decorated trees with us. Let’s celebrate this festive season with a splash of maritime magic! Visit our website today and make your Christmas unforgettable with Hampton Nauticals!

[tabashsouvenirs]

Timeless Elegance: Discovering the Beauty of Mother Of Pearl Bibles and Christmas Ornaments

When it comes to meaningful gifts or cherished keepsakes, few things carry the same elegance and significance as items crafted from Mother Of Pearl. Whether it's a beautifully adorned Bible or a delicate Christmas ornament, these creations are timeless symbols of craftsmanship and devotion. The iridescent glow of Mother Of Pearl adds a unique touch to these pieces, making them perfect for special occasions, celebrations, and holidays. This article explores the beauty, craftsmanship, and significance of Mother Of Pearl Bibles and Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments, and how they can be treasured for generations.

The Allure of Mother Of Pearl in Religious Gifts

Religious items often carry deep personal meaning and emotional value, and the Mother Of Pearl Bible is no exception. These Bibles, with their luminous, iridescent covers, are not only a spiritual tool but also a work of art. The reflective surface of Mother Of Pearl has long been admired for its connection to purity and enlightenment. Many who choose a Mother Of Pearl Bible are drawn to its beauty and symbolism, as the delicate sheen represents the light of faith and divine wisdom.

In addition to their aesthetic appeal, Mother Of Pearl Bibles are often considered heirlooms. The luxurious finish on these Bibles makes them suitable for special occasions such as baptisms, confirmations, or weddings. As a result, they become cherished items passed down through generations. The durability and timeless design ensure that these Bibles remain treasured for years to come, continuously inspiring future generations to appreciate both the spiritual and artistic significance of their craftsmanship.

Craftsmanship and Tradition Behind Mother Of Pearl Bibles

Creating a Mother Of Pearl Bible involves meticulous craftsmanship and an understanding of both the material and the artistic process. The process starts with carefully selecting high-quality mother of pearl, which is then skillfully cut and inlaid onto the Bible's cover. This delicate work requires precision, as each piece of Mother Of Pearl is unique in its patterns and luster.

The skilled artisans who create these Bibles often use traditional techniques passed down through generations, ensuring that each piece retains the same level of excellence and artistry. The result is a Bible that not only offers spiritual comfort but also stands as a testament to human creativity and dedication. The soft, shimmering hues of the Mother Of Pearl give the Bible a distinct and elegant look, making it an eye-catching object that serves both a functional and decorative role.

The Magic of Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments

As the holiday season approaches, many people seek meaningful decorations to enhance the festive atmosphere. Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments offer a refined alternative to traditional holiday decor. These ornaments, often handcrafted, capture the light in such a way that they radiate warmth and serenity. Whether in the form of angels, stars, or simple geometric shapes, each ornament reflects the beauty of the holiday spirit through its radiant surface.

The charm of Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments is their versatility. They can complement a wide range of holiday themes, from rustic and vintage to modern and minimalist. The ethereal glow of these ornaments can add sophistication and grace to any Christmas tree or holiday display. Not only do they bring an elegant touch to the celebration, but they also serve as lasting keepsakes that can be passed down year after year.

Why Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments Make Perfect Gifts

Gift-giving during the holidays is an age-old tradition, and selecting the perfect present often requires careful thought and consideration. Mother Of Pearl Christmas Ornaments make ideal gifts for family members, friends, or loved ones because they are both beautiful and meaningful. Unlike mass-produced decorations, each Mother Of Pearl ornament carries its own unique qualities, ensuring that the recipient receives something truly special.

These ornaments are particularly well-suited for milestone events such as weddings, anniversaries, or the arrival of a new baby, as they symbolize both the joy of the season and the uniqueness of the person receiving them. The luminous quality of Mother Of Pearl gives the ornament an almost ethereal quality, making it a meaningful gift that will be treasured for years to come.

[bestartproject]

Bring Your Crafting Dreams to Life with Laser Cut Wooden Blanks

Crafting is more than just a pastime—it’s a way to add a personal touch to your surroundings, create memorable gifts, and unleash your inner artist. Laser cut wooden blanks have become an essential tool for DIY enthusiasts, offering endless possibilities to turn simple designs into masterpieces. With precision-cut details and versatile customization options, these wooden pieces are perfect for crafting projects of all kinds.

What Are Laser Cut Wooden Blanks?

Laser cut wooden blanks are pre-cut wood pieces crafted with precision using laser technology. Available in various shapes, sizes, and themes, they are perfect for beginners and experienced crafters alike. From customizable laser cut clocks to seasonal decorations, these blanks allow you to bring your creative visions to life.

Why Choose Laser Cut Wooden Blanks for Your Projects?

1. Unmatched Precision

The clean and intricate cuts achieved through laser technology elevate the quality of your creations, ensuring professional-grade results.

2. Wide Range of Options

Whether you need Easter craft blanks or designer collection wooden blanks, there’s a style and shape for every project.

3. Customizable to Your Needs

Add your personal touch by painting, staining, engraving, or embellishing these blanks. They’re a blank canvas for your creativity.

4. Durable and Long-Lasting

High-quality wood ensures your projects stand the test of time, making them ideal for home decor or keepsakes.

Popular Ways to Use Laser Cut Wooden Blanks

1. Handmade Wooden Clocks

Wooden clock designs are among the most popular uses for laser cut blanks. You can create customizable laser cut clocks that are both functional and stylish, making them perfect for gifting or personal use.

2. Seasonal Decorations

Valentine’s Day: Create heart-shaped crafts or personalized tokens of love.

Fall and Halloween: Design pumpkins, spooky decorations, or autumn leaves for seasonal flair.

Christmas and Winter: Make ornaments, snowflakes, or festive signs for holiday decor.

3. DIY Home Decor

Turn wooden blanks into custom wall art, signs, or tabletop pieces that add a unique touch to your home.

4. Personalized Gifts

Use custom laser cutouts to create one-of-a-kind gifts for weddings, birthdays, or graduations. Add names, dates, or special messages to make them truly memorable.

5. School and Sports Projects

Wooden designs for school projects or sports themes are perfect for creating trophies, team plaques, or classroom decor.

Seasonal Crafting Inspiration

Spring and Easter

Celebrate new beginnings with wooden designs like flowers, eggs, and bunnies. These blanks make great additions to Easter baskets or springtime decor.

Summer and 4th of July

Design patriotic crafts with wooden stars, flags, or other festive shapes. Vibrant paints and patterns can help bring your summer celebrations to life.

Fall and Halloween

Add warmth to your decor with fall leaves, pumpkins, and rustic wooden designs. For Halloween, opt for ghostly shapes, bats, or witches for spooky fun.

Christmas and Winter

Create timeless wooden decorations like tree ornaments, Santa shapes, or snowflakes. These make excellent gifts or cherished family keepsakes.

Elevating Your DIY Projects

Join a Template Club

If you’re looking for consistent inspiration, consider joining a DIY template club like Hang It Up Co. These clubs offer a variety of patterns and ideas to keep your creativity flowing.

Designer Collection Wooden Blanks

Upgrade your projects with intricate designer wooden blanks. These are perfect for high-end crafts, professional gifting, or elaborate home decor.

Personalized Wooden Clocks

Experiment with blank wooden clock designs to create stunning timepieces. Use unique paint schemes or engraved numbers to craft something truly original.

Tools and Techniques for Crafting

Essential Supplies

Paints and Stains: Bring your blanks to life with color or natural finishes.

Engraving Tools: Add detailed text or designs to personalize your pieces.

Adhesives: Secure embellishments like ribbons, buttons, or paper.

Sealants: Protect your work with a clear finish for longevity.

Creative Techniques

Stenciling: Achieve precise patterns using stencils.

Wood Burning: Add a rustic, textured look with pyrography.

Layering: Create depth and dimension by stacking multiple blanks.

Crafting for Special Occasions

Weddings

From table numbers to guest book alternatives, wooden blanks are perfect for creating rustic or elegant wedding decor. Personalize them to match the event’s theme.

Birthdays

Celebrate with personalized wooden crafts like cake toppers, name plaques, or themed decorations.

Graduations

Design keepsakes like year-specific plaques, graduation caps, or frames to honor academic achievements.

Sports and Hobbies

Laser cut wooden blanks featuring sports logos or hobby-related designs make thoughtful gifts for enthusiasts.

Tips for Success

Choose Quality Blanks Start with high-quality laser cut wooden blanks to ensure your finished product looks professional.

Plan Ahead Sketch out your design or gather inspiration before beginning your project.

Experiment Freely Don’t be afraid to try new techniques or combine materials for a unique look.

Finish with Care Seal your work to protect against wear and tear and give it a polished finish.

Why Crafters Love Laser Cut Wooden Blanks

Laser cut wooden blanks are a game-changer for anyone who loves crafting. Their precision, versatility, and quality make them a staple for DIY enthusiasts. Whether you’re decorating your home, crafting for a special event, or making gifts, these blanks allow you to bring your ideas to life effortlessly.

Perfect for Beginners and Experts

Easy to customize, wooden blanks are accessible to all skill levels, making them ideal for everyone from hobbyists to professional crafters.

Eco-Friendly Crafting

Many laser cut wooden blanks are made from sustainably sourced materials, giving you a guilt-free way to create beautiful crafts.

Get Started Today

Laser cut wooden blanks offer endless opportunities to create, personalize, and celebrate. Whether you’re crafting for yourself or for others, these versatile pieces can transform any idea into a stunning reality. From DIY home decor to seasonal decorations, there’s no limit to what you can achieve.

Pick up your favorite designs, gather your tools, and let your creativity flow! Crafting with laser cut wooden blanks is not just fun—it’s the perfect way to turn your imagination into something tangible and unforgettable.