Ashton: It was your first Christmas spent together and everything just had to go perfectly. However, it was going the complete opposite. At the beginning of the season you had promised one another that anything holiday would be done together, and done successfully. So far, you had burned the cookies that were supposed to be shaped like Christmas trees, they were now little circles of black, the time you tried to hang the Christmas lights ended with a quick trip to the ER and the time you were putting up the tree you ended up falling down the stairs and breaking your glass ornaments. There was still tons of decorating to do and no motivation to do any of it what so ever. “I think we’re Christmas cursed.” You told Ashton one afternoon. He quickly furrowed his eyebrows at you, “What the hell are you talking about?” He ended with a chuckle. You plopped down on the couch next to him, his arm going immediately around you. “Every time we try to do anything Christmas-y we fail. Miserably. You sprained your wrist, I fell down the stairs, god knows whatever else-“ “Y/N, stop it!” Ashton cut you off with a loud giggle, “You’re turning into some conspiracy right before my eyes.” “I just wanted to have a good Christmas, Ash.” You pouted, moving your legs into your chest and wrapping your arms around them to comfort yourself. “It’s not even Christmas yet, we’ve still got time babe.” He told you, rubbing your back. You groaned, sprawling your legs out onto the couch and laying your head on his lap. “I hope you’re right.” He kissed your forehead, “I know I am.” The next day you had to run to the store to pick up some more baking supplies since the first time had been a failure. While you were gone, Ashton had completely taken out all of the decorations that were in a box and hurried to put everything up in its place. He decorated the tree, which was something you thought was never going to get done, and made sure to put the first part of your present underneath of it. He also made sure to fix the lights so they would be on by the time you got back. Even as the time was ticking down before he knew you would be walking through the door he made sure to hang up the final touch on your holiday decorations, this one going right in the kitchen entrance, earning a wide smile on his face when he was done. “Ash I’m home, can you-holy shit.” You stopped in your tracks, your eyes falling over the wonderful lights and colors in your living room. Ashton stayed in the kitchen entrance, a motive behind his ways. “Did you do all this?” You asked once you turned around and saw him. “Yep, do you like?” He asked, his arms crossed over his chest. “Do I like? Ashton this is amazing! And did you even get hurt in the process?” “Well, I got a little glitter on me but I think I’ll be ok.” You shook your head at him, holding in a loud bit of laughter. Ashton smirked as you walked up to him, sliding your arms around his waist. “Why did you do all this?” You asked him. “Because, you need to see that we’re not under some holiday curse. And because I love you.” “You are seriously the greatest. And I love you too.” You pulled away from him, but he caught your arm, “Uh-uh, I put this here for a reason.” “Hm?” Ashton looked up at the mistletoe he had strategically hung and your puzzled face was replaced with a smirk, “I’m definitely not going to kiss myself.”
Michael: Michael wanted this season to be the best you had ever spent with anyone. His agenda all month long included nothing but filling your days with the business of holiday fun. Today, in specific, he was most excited to take you on a tour of lights on a horse-drawn carriage. “You are going to be blown away today Y/N.” He told you, beaming with happiness as he pulled into the parking space. Your eyes wondered over all of the light fixtures, mainly red and green, that were shaped like reindeer and snowflakes and all the things that anyone could associate with the holiday season. “I cannot believe you’re actually taking me on a horse-drawn carriage.” Even as the words came off your lips it was hard to contain your smile and your heart from beating out of your chest. You held Michael’s hand and walked up to the window, “Hi, I had a reserved carriage ride.” The woman nodded her head and began looking through her clipboard as he told her. You kept an eye on the pathway that had the horseshoe prints indented in the gravel, getting more and more impatient. The woman directed over there as a carriage pulled up. It looked like something straight out of a fairytale with a strand of white lights around it, assembled so it created this fancy swirl. You squeezed Michael’s hand, “Oh my gosh, Mikey look at it!” The horse was a piece of chocolate, its hair blacker than the night sky. Michael looked terrified as the horse neighed and became antsy, taking steps side to side. Once you were sitting on the red cushion of the carriage, the scene straight from the same fairytale as the horse began trotting its way through the light displays. Michael sat with his arm securely around your shoulder as you cuddled into his side, watching and listening the music that played over head that was connected to the blinking of the lights. “Michael look!” You patted his leg, pointing over at Frosty the Snowman and his family dancing along to the song. He knew it was your favorite classic movie and laughed at you as you sung along to it. “Y/N you’re almost as cute as Crystal.” He smirked, pointing at Frosty’s wife. “Well you’re almost as cute as Frosty.” You snapped back at him. The next minute was spent arguing playfully about who was cuter then who, Frosty or Crystal. “Alright, how about we just agree that Chilly and Millie are the cutest.” Michael looked apprehensive and rubbed his chin in deep though, “Hmm, I suppose.” “You suppose?” You chuckled. Michael leaned into you and kissed your cheek, “I actually suppose you’re the cutest.” And you blushed, but silently agreeing.
