Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 1st: Christmas shopping

Author's note:

This collection of imagines contains swearing, sexual descriptions and triggering content. Please respect the 18+.

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"How about this?"

Mom held out a pair of boxer briefs in an eye-insulting Christmas pattern.

"No," I grunted unamused.

"Why not? This plays music when you push o..."

"Mom! Stop! First off all, I'm not comfortable with shopping underwear for men together with you. And second, I really don't wanna know what dad wears under his pants, okay? Why can't we just buy him a new tie like last year?"

Every freaking year, it was the same problem. Mom needed help finding Christmas gifts for the family and I was the natural 'victim', since I normally like shopping, unlike my brother. But even though she paid for the gifts I picked out for my best friends in return, it still didn't cover underwear shopping for my dad!

"He can't only get ties, Avery. And he really needs some underwear, because his old ones are..."

"MOM!! Come on! You're embarrassing me."

God, how I wanted to disappear between the aisles of boxers, socks and PJ's! And even though nothing there was inappropriate, it still felt incredibly wrong for me to even be in this department of the store.

"Oh, alright," she sighed.
"You can go to the women's clothing, and I'll find you when I'm done here. Okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, just as a well-known Christmas carol started on the radio. And even if I was quite annoyed at the moment, a big smile crept onto my lips anyway.

Absentmindedly, I let my hand brush over the racks of clothes, as I walked towards the exit. And I smiled when I thought about the little boy with the beautiful voice, singing so purely, that it made your heart flutter. It had been a few years now, since The Jackson 5's Christmas album came out, but their songs were already deeply incorporated as a heavy Christmas tradition, like if they'd always been there. Because that's the way it was. The Jackson 5 was so big in the music industry, that it seemed like there wasn't much, before they came.

I was lost in deep thoughts, when I heard my mom clear her throat behind me.

"I thought you said you didn't want to be here?"

"I-I do. Uhm. I mean, I don't! I'm leaving. I left. Bye."

I heard her giggle behind me, as I walked, and my mood stooped right back into being annoyed again. Then I rolled my eyes, and exited.

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A little later, mom and me had found a toy store, where we were looking for Christmas gifts for my cousins. And, as usual, mom kept finding the wrong things, things that were totally uncool or too childish for their age. It was true. She really needed shopping advice!

"No, mom. She's eight. Not four. If you want to buy her a book, look in that shelf," I said, and pointed to where the more suitable books were.

"Oh. How about..." she pulled out another book from the shelf.
"...this one? What eight year old girl wouldn't love to read about unicorns?"