Mandela Catalogue One-Shots!

Holiday Decor (Intruder x Reader)

It's that time of the year, folks. Holiday cheer is required /j Welcome to the Christmas special with Six!

Anyway yeah, time for the Intruder to help you decorate. I mean. He's inside your home, he's obligated, right?

[No warnings this time! Just enjoy Six's shenanigans!]

"Babe. What the fuck are you doing?" You glare at the intruder of the house, Six, who you'd been affectionate with for quite some time. After all, he turned out to be decent company. Simply lurking in the shadows, appearing on TV and phone screens to check in, and in this case, peeking at you from within the confines of the cozy-looking picture of a well decorated room that someone decided to use when making a Christmas Music Playlist on YouTube. It was nice to have someone around, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.

"What, I can't check in on my favorite little homeowner? Can't watch 'em do some funky shit? ...The hell are you doin' anyway?" He peeks around, noticing the various storage bins in your living room, the bag of what looked to be wires in the corner, and the large, long box you were about to open. He'd never seen anything like this from you, not even on that last holiday. What was it? Thanks-for-giving? Thanks-Gifting? Something like that. Truthfully, he didn't really understand these odd holiday rituals, but they were at least entertaining. Hell, maybe you'd feed him some of those weird food things you made again. Not that he needed to eat, but, it was interesting.

"I'm decorating for Christmas, it's another holiday. Remember, I kind of explained at Thanksgiving?" You say as you open up the box containing your tree. You start to take it out, and struggle to set it up where you want it. "Could use a little help here," you struggle to say. Six sighs and steps out of the TV, coming over and helping you not crush yourself as you get the tree standing.

"So uh... what's with the tree? And those wire light things? And all the bins?" Six asks casually, gesturing to everything as he does so. "You gonna grow a terrarium or somethin'?"

You grin, holding back a laugh, "No, no, it's not like that. A lot of people decorate for Christmas! It's like, part of the charm. Flashy lights, a big Christmas tree with ornaments and a star on top, mini decorations for other places around the house," you trail off as you grab a string of lights.

"Yeah, but why do ya do it? You get the pilgrims and pagans all happy and shit by fuckin' stickin' light bulbs on a tree or somethin'?" He asks. You sigh and start wrapping the lights around the tree, with Six helping out and following your motions to the best of his abilities.

"I mean, sort of? I know the whole tree thing started with the pagans if I remember it right. But I dunno, when I was younger there was Santa Claus to look forward to. Basically, a big guy with a red suit and beard visits every single house on Christmas Eve to deliver presents to good children. He'd leave the presents under the tree, and if you were bad you just got coal instead of what you wanted. But, I don't know, I've always felt like Christmas wasn't about all the presents and the flair. It's really about being with the people you love..."

Six blinks. "Wow. You're gettin' sappy on me, hon."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "I'm just trying to explain what Christmas is supposed to be about! And if you keep it up, I don't know...could I still be in love with a cheeky little asshole?" You tease.

"Ah shit, wait hang on I'm only jokin' around-"

"Babe. You're fine," you say, a silly little grin spreading across your face. "I know. I was kidding around too, dingus. Now help me reach the top of the tree."

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"Alright, I think that's good. What do you think? Is the wreath good?" You ask for probably the fifth time. Six shrugs. "Wow. You're a real help," you say, sarcasm dripping on your tongue as you look at him and his smug little grin.

"I told you I dunno shit about decoratin', babe. It looks fine. I've seen worse shit in other homes. Like that one guy-"

"With the giant bathtub shaped like a dick," a humored smile spread across your face despite you trying to stay serious. "Yes, I remember that story, heh."

"Yeah... that's still funny as hell," Six says. After a pause, an idea pops into his head, and you can see the gears turning. "Babe,"

"Oh boy, what are you thinking about doing now?"

"No no listen, just go by the tree and close your eyes. Give me like, ten minutes. We only have the mantle left to do, right?"

"Uh, yeah but-"

"Listen, please just face away towards the tree and don't peek. I have an idea,"

"Okay, okay, I will. Just don't knock anything over."

You head towards the tree, taking one last glance at the blank-looking mantle, and praying that Six doesn't break any of your picture frames as you turn and face the tree, kneeling down in front of it. Damn you guys did good. Ornaments, lights, a nice topper. And for all the playful arguments about tangled lights, wreaths, garland on the railing of the stairway, and other little decoration mishaps...you both did spectacular. So, you hoped the rustling and quiet "come on ya bastard"s from Six wasn't a total disaster.

"Okay, okay- shit, wait-" The anticipation and Six's "wait, fuck"s are killing you. You want to turn around and help, or at least get an idea of what he's doing, but... You'd never heard him sound so excited about an idea like this. Even as he was cursing under his breath, you could hear the smile on his face. It's made especially clear when he finally, finally says, "Okay. Turn around, Y/N."

When you see it, you gasp!

"Well, whaddya think, hon?" Six asks, cautiously.

"Six, it's...it's amazing!"

Your mantle was adorned with garland and bright red ribbons, evenly hung up and around the edge and slightly down the sides. He arranged it perfectly, and you adored it.

"I'm uh, glad you like it," Six says shyly, twiddling his thumbs. You smile, and place a kiss on his cheek.

"You're the best wall-lurker I could have asked for," you say, affection on your tongue.

"Ay, I intrude too you know!" He playfully jabs. He pulls you into a gentle embrace and starts leading you to the couch. Everything was set, and you both needed a little relaxation. "Speaking of, you wanna watch Home Alone?"

"Sure," you say, getting comfortable with him. Warm, cozy, and comfortable. The perfect way to end your day with Six.