ya got napped by the knot

xv. christmas morning

"Y/n, wake up!" someone whispers in your ear as he shakes you. 

"Mm?" you hum, slowly opening your eyes to see Corey standing above you. "Oh, Christ, is the house burning down or something?"

"No, Jim just smoked without the window open again," Corey reassures. 

"Shut up, it's cold outside!" the guitarist defends from the hallway.

"Smells like you did too," you try to turn onto your other side. 

"Nope, you're getting up," Corey grabs your shoulder. "The only time I'll ever make you get up early is on Christmas."

"That's today?" you raise your eyebrows.

"Yep! Come on, everyone else is waiting downstairs."

You rub your eyes as you sit up. "Alright, fine. I'll be right down. Just let me brush my hair."

"Yay!" the man kisses your cheek. "I'll wait for you."

He leaves your room--leaving the door cracked--as you get out of bed and step into your bathroom.

After changing, brushing your teeth and hair, generally making yourself look not like you just got woken up four hours earlier than normal, you open the door to see Corey. 

"Wow, wait for me you did," you mutter. 

"Of course!" he smiles. "Are you excited for your gifts?"

"Gifts? I didn't ask for anything."

"You didn't have to. We all got you something."

Nine gifts? Regardless of how big your holiday events were, you've not gotten nine gifts on Christmas since you were a kid. 

There's no time to think as Corey grabs your wrist and pulls you downstairs. You have to stop for a second at the bottom step to take in the scene: the living room is dimly lit with candles and a fire burning beneath the mantle. Slow music is playing from the turntable as Shawn brings in a plate of cookies before presenting you with a mug of hot chocolate. 

"Here y'are, princess," he hums. "Merry Christmas."

You hesitate before following Corey to the couch. He steps over to the tree to retrieve a box wrapped with metallic red wrapping paper and places it in your lap. 

"This one is mine," he announces. 

"Gotcha," you nod, starting to run your finger between the folds to carefully unwrap the paper. Corey rubs his hands nervously next to you, so you don't draw it out and rip the tape off the box to open it. 

"Oh my god," you pull out two jewelry sets, a set of rings, and a little card. "Do I have to read this in front of the class?"

"No, you don't," Corey chuckles. "Do you like it? You mentioned you wanted those rings, and I thought those earrings and necklaces would go with them."

"Thank you," you smile as you reach over and hug Corey. 

"Me next!" Sid pops up off the floor next to the coffee table before handing you a box. Inside are a few action figures from your comfort movie, some cute socks, and a shirt from your favorite series. 

"Thanks, Sid," you give him the obligatory hug. 

"Here," Joey gingerly hands you a small bag. You pull the tissue paper off the top to see a stack of eyeliners, shadows, and mascaras. 

"Holy shit, this stuff is nice!" you smile. "Thank you, Joey." You stand up and give him a small hug. 

The thanking and hugging routine continues for Shawn, Chris, Paul, Craig, and Jim. 

Mick hands you a gift with a very self assured smile. You're concerned that it's going to be something weird like a dildo or a massive pack of condoms, but Mick isn't the type to give that kind of stuff (hopefully). You open the bag and pull out a small Henrietta plushie, your favorite South Park character. 

"Oh my god, thank you!" you stand up and squeeze Mick with an extra kiss on the cheek. "I love Henrietta!"

"I know you do. Merry Christmas, Y/n," Mick ruffles your hair. 

"Hold on, I didn't get kissed on the cheek. This is some bullshit, man," Corey huffs as you sit back next to him.

"You didn't get them a Henrietta," Mick smirks. 

"Would a Henrietta earn you love, Y/n? Is that what I have to do?"

"It's not like I gave him a blowjob or anything," you reply. "And my love is not earned with material goods, thank you very much. That is a lie fed to you by capitalism to motivate you to overconsume in the name of infatuation." You reach over and press a kiss onto his cheek. 

"That's better."

"Oh, I feel bad now, I didn't get you guys anything," you hear your mistake as you speak. 

Chris smirks at you. "I think you'll figure out something."

"Right," you nod. "Just be patient, losers. I'll get to each one eventually."

"He's mostly joking," Joey reassures as he snuggles up to you. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas," you smile.

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whew i wrote this one and the last one all in one sitting, off to bed for me! sorry they're both kinda short

good night and happy holidays!