December - Tumblr Posts

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:

Claire Alexandra (Booth) Windsor

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𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒:

Claire Alexandra (Booth) Windsor, The Countess of Ulster

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𝐵𝓸𝓇𝓃:

Thursday, December 29th, 1977 in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England

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𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈:

Father: Robert Booth

Mother: Barbara Patricia (Hitchen) Booth

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𝒮𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:

Sister: Joanne Mary Booth

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𝒮𝓅𝓸𝓊𝓈𝑒:

Major Alexander Patrick Gregers Richard Windsor, Earl of Ulster (M. 2002)

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𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃:

Son: Xan Richard Anders Windsor, Lord Culloden

Daughter: Lady Cosima Rose Alexandra Windsor

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𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃:

King’s College: Bachelor of Surgery

University College: Masters of Science and PhD

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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝓸𝓇𝓀:

Lady Ulster is a qualified pediatric specialist registrar.

She is a Consultant Pediatrician with the General Medical Council.

Claire is a Clinical Training Fellow (Walport Lecturer) at University College.

She likes to be known as Dr. Claire Booth.

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(There is no Current Photos of Her Daughter so I will make this a double profile!)

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:

Cosima Rose Alexandra Windsor

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𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒:

Lady Cosima Windsor

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𝐵𝓸𝓇𝓃:

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

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𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈:

Father: Major Alexander Windsor, The Earl of Ulster

Mother: Claire Windsor, The Countess of Ulster

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𝒮𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:

Oldest Brother: Xan Richard Anders Windsor, Lord Culloden 

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𝐹𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈:

Cosima is one of 6 grandchildren of The Duke & Duchess of Gloucester. 

She is 34th in line for the Royal Throne.

Cosima and her brother Xan are primarily kept from the public eye so little is known about the little ones.

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒:

Marina Windsor

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𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒯𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒:

Her Royal Highness Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark, The Duchess of Kent

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𝐵𝓸𝓇𝓃:

Thursday, December 13th, 1906 in Athens, Greece

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𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈:

Father: His Royal Highness Prince Nicholas of Greece and Denmark

Mother: Her Imperial and Royal Highness Princess Nicholas of Greece and Denmark, The Grand Duchess of Russia/Grand Duchess Elena Vladimirovna of Russia

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𝒮𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:

Oldest Sister: Princess Olga of Greece and Denmark

Brother In Law: Prince Paul of Yugoslavia

2nd Oldest Sister: Princess Elizabeth of Greece and Denmark

Brother In Law: Count Carl Theodor of Toerring-Jettenbach

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𝒮𝓅𝓸𝓊𝓈𝑒:

His Royal Highness George, The Duke of Kent (M. 1934 - W. 1942)

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𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃:

Oldest Son: His Royal Highness Prince Edward The Duke of Kent

Daughter In Law: Her Royal Highness Katharine The Duchess of Kent

Daughter: Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandra, The Honourable Lady Ogilvy

Son In Law: The Right Honourable Sir Angus Ogilvy

Youngest Son: His Royal Highness Prince Michael of Kent

Daughter In Law: Her Royal Highness Marie-Christine Princess Michael of Kent

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𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃: 

Oldest Grandson: George Windsor, The Earl of St. Andrews

Granddaughter-In-Law: Sylvana Windsor The Countess of St. Andrews

Oldest Granddaughter: Lady Helen Taylor

Grandson-In-Law: Timothy Taylor

2nd Grandson: Lord Nicholas Taylor

Granddaughter-In-Law: Paola de Lupis, Lady Nicholas Windsor

Youngest Grandson: Lord Patrick Windsor

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𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃

Oldest Great Grandson: Edward Windsor, Lord Downpatrick

Oldest Great Granddaughter: Lady Marina Windsor

2nd Great Grandson: Columbus Taylor

2nd Great Granddaughter: Lady Amelia Windsor

3rd Great Grandson: Cassius Taylor

3rd Great Granddaughter: Eloise Taylor

Youngest Great Granddaughter: Estella Taylor

4th Great Grandson: Albert Windsor

Youngest Great Grandson: Leopold Windsor

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𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

Education

Medical:

Hospitals

Nursing

Women’s Healthcare

Sports:

Croquet

Law Tennis

The Arts:

Drama

Speech

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𝒲𝓸𝓇𝓀

Chancellor: The University of Kent 

Laid the Foundation Stone of the St. Mark’s Church in Bromley, London.

Laid the Foundation Stone of the Cathedral of St. Thomas in Kuching, Malaysia. 

Nurse: World War 2 Civil Nurse Reserve

Opened the Outpatient Department of the Lab Kheng Howe Hospital in Sibu, Malaysia.

Patroness: The Elizabeth Garrett Anderson & Obstetric Hospital

Patroness: The Royal Central School of Speech & Drama

Patroness: The Women's Hospital Fund

President: The Royal National Lifeboat Institution

President: The Wimbledon All England Lawn Tennis & Croquet Club

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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽:

11:40 am on Tuesday, August 27th, 1968 at Kensington Palace in London

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𝐵𝓊𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁:

St. George's Chapel on Friday, August 30th, 1968 and buried in the Royal Burial Ground at the Frogmore Estate in the Home Park at Windsor in Berkshire

Testing sizes, testing styles. #hussardo #office studies. #November, #December.

Miraculous Ladybug - December 1st Christmas Edit

Hope you enjoy it!

YouTube rewind is close and I’m scared.

#ps4pro#meandmygirlfriend#fridayevening#december#2018 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrGHq2ZA0s8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10h9kum2w6cnw

Merry Christmas!!

the feelings when you returned but haven't felt home.

Anastasia is a Disney princess now! :D

It's December! 💙⛄❄

🎄🎁☃️❄️

Working with some friends on a prompt list for December, where we draw pokemon trainers depending on the prompt. Here is the list! Though I probably won't be sharing numbers 30 and 31, since they're based on me and my friends respectively.

1 - Normal Specialist

2 - Fire Specialist

3 - Water Specialist

4 - Electric Specialist

5 - Grass Specialist

6 - Ice Specialist

7 - Fighting Specialist

8 - Poison Specialist

9 - Ground Specialist

10 - Flying Specialist

11 - Psychic Specialist

12 - Bug Specialist

13 - Rock Specialist

14 - Ghost Specialist

15 - Dragon Specialist

16 - Dark Specialist

17 - Steel Specialist

18 - Fairy Specialist

19 - Kanto Trainer

20 - Johto Trainer

21 - Hoenn Trainer

22 - Sinnoh/Hisui Trainer

23 - Unova Trainer

24 - Kalos Trainer

25 - Alola Trainer

26 - Galar Trainer

27 - Paldea Trainer

28 - Pokemon Professor

29 - Pokemon Champion

30 - Trainer-Sona

31 - Rival

December Correspondences 🧙‍♀️🌑❄️

Yule 🎄

In the Northern Hemisphere, Yule is December 21st. In the Southern Hemisphere, Yule is June 21st.

Like Samhain, Yule, also known as the winter solstice, is a rather large holiday in the Pagan calendar, but it is also has a large presence across the world. The biggest shadow looming over Yule is, of course, Christmas and Christmas Eve. It's the Christian celebration of Jesus’s birth, but we all know that it’s the Catholic church’s way of shoehorning pagans into celebrating Christmas. Those who are blatantly against the celebration of Christmas celebrate Newtonmas, which is the same basic idea, but in honor of Sir Isaac Newton and science instead. Alternatively, you could join the Festivus gang for people who are fans of Seinfeld. Other holidays include the Jewish Hanukkah, which honors the miracle of lasting oil, the Ancient Saturnalia, a festival for Saturn and the coming of longer days, and Kwanzaa, which is actually a holiday started in America to celebrate African culture and family in much the way Christmas does. There are also a number of other holidays of varying names, and religious backgrounds that all celebrate the same core idea of family, beliefs, the coming of summer, and giving back.

At its heart, the Solstice signals the coming of longer days and shorter nights. In the midst of the dark days of winter, Yule is the promise that it won't last forever  The God has been reborn, and as a symbol of the Sun, he brings a stronger one. A sun that will melt the snow and bring new animal and plant life. Now that the Goddess has ensured the survival of nature, she can rest for the rest of the season. It is a time to celebrate hope and the power of community in surviving the hard times.

Traditional decorations really take the concept of the new sunrise and run with it. Bonfires, candles, Yule logs, and even Christmas lights all come from the same idea of bringing light back into the darkness. You could even be as obvious as hanging sun symbols and using citrus fruit in decor pieces. Pinecones and evergreens are included for the symbolization of being “ever green” and the hope of new life. We’re just looking for the general feeling of life going on through the winter, and bringing the sun back into our lives, also incorporating the standard “Christmas” colors like red, green, gold, silver, or even blue if you want to bring in the cold and snowy element.

When it's December, and you're waiting for the bus at 7 am just thinking about what the hell you're doing here

When Nobody's Around - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N. There was a clip of the song 'Better' by Khalid on TikTok, and that inspired this story. Anyway, continue.

It was dark in the area, December twenty-fourth. The wind howled loudly as it whipped through the tree branches and sent snow spraying everywhere. The air was freezing cold, and the ground was icy. Even snow boots couldn't dull the slip from anyone who tried to walk on it. It was difficult not to tense up against the chill, or even not to zip up the jacket around one's shoulders, but no matter what you did you just couldn't get warm. You kept your head bent and plowed on through the snow. The coffee in your Starbucks cup made your palms hot, but you liked it that way; you didn't like the cold anyway. Adam Stanheight was following closely behind you, along with your best friend. You guys had a mixed friendship, or so it seemed. You knew what you had with your bff, you didn't need to question it. But your relationship with Adam was quite another thing entirely, it dissatisfied you, dismayed you. Often times he'd play off his flirting to be nothing more than jokes, and it hurt you a little. His mixed signals were confusing you. You clutched your tote bag closer and sped up your speed. Getting home was your biggest priority right now; you felt so flustered being around Adam. It made your heart beat faster and your stomach swim chaotically.

In your head you knew there was something there, or at least you wished there was, but you couldn't stop yourself from feeling it. You rounded the corner very urgently. You were in the lead, Adam and your friend had been talking earlier about politics, you didn't want to discuss that. But unfortunately for you, your friend called out to you. "What's your opinion?"

You, who had not been listening, turned around slowly and looked at them dumbly. You could not remember what they had been talking about before. "I wasn't paying attention," you admitted.

"Oh, come on. I was asking-"

"-No, no," you interrupted. "Right now I have other things to worry about than what side of the political spectrum you are on. I'd like to keep our friendship strong before Christmas, then we can ruin it."

"Fine. Then at least tell me this. What side of the 'romantic relationship' are you on? You know, with..." Your bff elbowed Adam in the ribs.

Adam made a face. " 'Romantic relationship'?" He repeated skeptically. "What the fuck are you on about?"

You turned back around and started to cross the street, your heart heavy. The light, which was blurred by the snowy fog, changed red suddenly, and you were pulled back by a strong force. It wasn't like you could have saved yourself, but you did appreciate the thoughtfulness. Not to mention, there weren't any moving vehicles out right now to plow you over, so it didn't really matter. "Thanks," you mumbled, and pulled your arm out of their grasp, you expected it to be your friend.

"Hey. Where are you going?" The voice sounded right behind you. It was quiet and soothing; it sent chills up your spine; like it always did. Apparently the political conversation was over now.

"A-Adam..." you gasped. "I... wasn't expecting you to be there."

"No?" Adam pressed up against your side. "You seem cold. Mind if I warm you up?"

You gagged, feeling embarrassed, and tried to get away, but Adam held you close. "Where are you going?" He asked again.

Your best friend came up to you. "Yeah. No romantic relationship here. What's up love-birds?"

Adam released you. "Tch," he scoffed. "What are you talking about? We're just friends. Can't I care for my friends?"

You stared at him miserably. "Christmas at my house?" You asked, changing the subject.

Your friends looked at you cluelessly. "Oh sure," your bff agreed. "I won't have to rearrange any plans if we go to your house."

"You live in the same place," you muttered.

"That's the point..." your friend grimaced.

Adam had fallen behind you both while you discussed this. He seemed quiet now, and lost in thought. You wondered what he was thinking about. You wished he was talking with you again. You wished he would try snuggling again.

The discussion wasn't a long one, and it ended right as you reached the other side of the road. "So, Adam," you hummed out quietly. "You need anyone to help with baking? I know you said you would like it if someone came over tomorrow morning."

"Only one someone..." Adam winked at you, and laughed. "In all honesty, I just want the company. It gets lonely over there."

"So... No baking?"

"What would you guys be baking?" (Bff's name) asked. "Not like Adam is having anyone over. Not like he CAN. Everyone would be falling on their asses."

Adam muttered something under his breath, then spoke up, "No, you're right. I... will do the baking myself." He chuckled. "That is, if I stop taking pictures of it first."

"You're not planning on doing any baking, are you?" You realized.

"I... was? Actually."

"Pffft." Your best friend sounded dubious.

You yourself were a little doubtful too, but you had the sense to shut up about it. You blew out a breath, which made your bangs fly into the air.

"You look kinda cute when you do that," Adam commented and held your hand lightly.

You blushed, waiting for his infamous 'jk' or stupid reasoning as to why he was 'pretending to flirt' with you, but it never came. You exchanged glances with you friend, but alas Adam caught it, and let go. "I should really stop doing that, shouldn't I?"

You huffed. "I... like it..." You said inaudibly.

Adam had heard you, but he chose not to respond. He started talking about the snow instead.

Fuck, you thought.

Faulkner walked you both to your condo, and held the door open. You were the first inside, but didn't get too far. Adam called you back as your best friend stalked past you to the stairs. You fell back and leaned against him. What was going to happen now? Adam got all cozy with you when you guys were alone, and now that your friend had left, you wondered what was going to happen. "Hey, Y/N?" He looked directly into your eyes. He never flinched or gazed away, but his body language said he was nervous.

You felt obliged to ease his stress. "Yeah? Are you cold, why don't you come in for a minute and warm up?"

"No," Adam said boldly. "I... just wanted to..." He looked away finally. Your heart nearly stopped in anticipation. "Well, you see... I've been thinking about this for a while. Ever since October."

You stared at him silently, hoping he wasn't psyching you up just to joke with you again. "What is it?" You asked in irritation. "Are you playing with me again?"

"What do you mean by that?" Adam didn't seem to understand that you were referring to his 'fake flirting.' Honestly, sometimes you thought that he was completely unaware that he did it. Or maybe he simply pretended to be innocent?

"I'm not kidding around right now, I'm being serious. Here's the deal. I-I wanted Christmas at my place, if that's alright with you. I don't mind if you bring

(Bff's name,) But... Yeah."

Your stomach felt hollow after hearing that. Whatever you had been expecting was entirely not up for debate. You were simply 'friend-zoned', at least it felt like it. You thought about his words for a short moment, then stared at him questioningly. "Will your apartment be clean enough?" It was a joke, but not really. Adam was notorious for have a messy living quarters.

"Haha," Adam said sarcastically. "I cleaned it yesterday... well enough, that is..."

You nodded halfheartedly, still feeling disappointed. "Sure. I'll tell (Bff's name,) the change of plans."

"Yeah," Adam agreed.

It was awkward after that. Adam stayed in the doorway, and you kept the door open. Neither of you knew what to say after that, but you didn't have the heart to close the door and leave him there. It was so intense that you could feel heat rising to face in the cold forty degree (Fahrenheit) weather. Snow was starting to fill up the inside. "I guess you should go?" You didn't want to be rude, but asking it instead of saying it didn't help the bluntness of the sentence.

"Um..." Adam shrugged. "I was wondering something else..."

You looked at Adam in disbelief. In the fifteen minutes standing in the cold, he didn't think to bring this up? "Well, alright then. Any time would be... perfect." You noticed for the first time, how fidgety he had become. You'd never seen him like that before. Something else was on his mind, you knew him well enough to know that. "Go on," you encouraged.

"Why don't you come to my place for the night?" Adam asked unexpectedly. He got straight to the point, you liked that. He added clumsily, "Unless... Uh, you're busy... in the morning? I understand, you know. Of course I understand. Um... Y-Yeah, I just- I wanted to make sure you knew the invitation was there."

You smiled shyly. Having Adam stumbled over his words was a little bit cute. And then you realized what he had actually asked you. Wait a minute!? This couldn't be real! Stay the night with Adam Faulkner Stanheight!? Who could turn THAT down? Not Y/N. Definitely not Y/N. "Okay," you agreed politely, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You ran your hands over your clothes quickly, trying to smooth them out. But Adam didn't care about the wrinkles in your shirt, he just wanted you with him. He pulled you outside again, the chill biting you immediately. You huddled up next to him, trying to get warm.

Maybe this time it would be different? Maybe he'd snuggle with you?

But Adam was not as observant to his surroundings. He led you to his car, which was parked beside the road.

"What's with the car, Adam? We live close enough, you know," you joked.

Your companion only scowled at you as he snapped, "I was at a client's house when you called. And I decided not to leave the car here on the way home."

You sat down in the passenger's seat happily. Adam, of course, took the driver's seat, and as he started up the car the radio blasted you guys unexpectedly, hollowing out each one of your ears. Instead of turning it off, Adam just turned it down. He seemed much more laid back now that it was just the two of you.

In the silence, however, you were able to pick up what song was currently playing. It was Better by Khalid, and this surprised you. You didn't usually listen to this artist very much, but the radio seemed to love playing this song in particular. You hadn't been expecting it to come on while you were in Adam's car though.

Due to the quietness you could hear the words now. You'd never really listened to them before, but now that you could hear them, you felt suspicious.

"Say we're just friends, but I swear, when nobody's around. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now?-"

Adam rolled down a window suddenly, cutting off the next part.

You raised an eyebrow, thinking to yourself. Why the hell am I relating to this song so much? No wait, an even better question is, why would it come on the radio when I'm in the car with Adam? It doesn't add up right.

Almost instinctually, you asked, "D-Did you do this on purpose?" You hadn't meant to blurt it out. In fact you usually were pretty good about thinking about what you were going to say or do before actually performing it. This was a rare scenario.

Humiliation engulfed you as soon as the words left your mouth. You rolled your window down hurriedly, trying to act like you hadn't spoken. It was all for naught.

"What?" Adam asked dully.

"I-uh..." you stammered for a minute, then quickly regained yourself. "Yeah. I was just wondering if you chose the song, or if it was the radio?"

"Why would I have chosen it?" Adam sounded confused. "There would be no reason for me to choose it."

"oh... You're right..." You stared out the window and let the wind blow into your face. It was cold but you didn't say it out loud. You did wonder though, how Stanheight managed to live through it. It was so cold it felt like it was burning your skin off. You closed the window again.

Adam pulled to a stop in front of his apartment. "Don't mind the neighbors," he warned. "They don't like newcomers."

"I know. We've had this discussion before."

"I know," Adam said regretfully. "But... I just... like to remind you."

As you both shuffled into Adam's apartment, you gazed at the floor. He told you he'd cleaned up yesterday, and it showed. The normal empty boxes, or bits of laundry, had been taken care of, as well as the large stacks of photographs laying around the place. Adam was nothing if not passionate about his job, and that made you happy. It still amazed you to be able to see the wooden floor beneath your feet, and you desperately tried not to notice the counter, on top of which was an ashtray, which was piled with cigarette ends. The scent of cigarette smoke was thick, definitely fresh, but... you didn't mind it really.

Well, that was a lie. You did mind it, a lot. But that was the thing, that smell reminded you of Adam, so... you didn't mind it THAT much. Come to think of it, having the scent of smoke remind you of someone was probably not a good thing. Not for you or Adam. In fact, Adam probably had it worse. Imagine hearing someone say that the scent of smoke reminded them of you. That didn't seem like a positive thing to hear.

You shuddered at the thought.

"Come sit down over here," Adam said from the couch. "Sorry about the... Everything... I did try to keep the windows open but... it was way too damn cold. And I guess I couldn't stop... If you know what I mean?"

You did. You could understand completely.

Gently, you sat next to Adam, crossing your legs over each other delicately. It was warm in here, or was it Adam's body heat? You were sitting so close to him it was hard to tell. "I'm glad you came over," he said nervously. "You know... It's kinda stupid, but I only said I wanted your help with baking 'cause I didn't know how to invite you."

You smiled at him. "That's sweet. I would have done the same thing," you reassured Adam.

Adam slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. In a low tone, he said, "I didn't get you anything for Christmas. I'm sorry, I... Well, I mostly didn't know what kind of things you liked and didn't like."

"It's okay," you said. "I wasn't planning on having Christmas here until my parents' flight got canceled."

"So, you didn't get me anything either?" Adam's voice held some relief.

"Well, no," you tried to disappoint gently. You knew how it felt when you realized you weren't the only one who had done something a certain way. It was very reassuring. Maybe a bit too reassuring. You didn't want to crush his bubble so violently, but there wasn't any way to say it softly. At least, not one that came to mind. "I actually did think of something."

"Oh?" Adam didn't seem bothered, that was good. "What is it?"

You scoffed. "Like I'd tell you. You have to wait."

You had baked everyone some cookies this morning. That's what you were going to give your friends for Christmas. It was the first thing that came to your mind last second.

Adam leaned away from you hesitantly. "Well, there might be something that I thought of, too, but... I don't know... I guess I got scared..." He glanced at a nearby clock, and shrugged. "Is one fifteen AM close enough to Christmas?"

"I don't know," you said honestly. "I'd say, at least six AM."

"Fuck that," Adam exclaimed. "I... don't think I can wait any longer." He laughed nervously. It lasted for so long that you started to wonder if you had missed the joke.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "I don't think... I follow."

Adam stared at the floor. "No, I'm sorry, that was unnecessary. I just got... scared?"

You narrowed your eyebrows sympathetically. "What is it, Adam?"

"Well... Will you be my significant other? The time we spend together means a lot, not to mention I enjoy your company a lot, too. Our dates have been nice... I know I should have asked you long ago, but... I don't know... I couldn't get up the courage..."

You smiled, but it was only out of uncomfortableness rather than actual happiness. You had no idea if he was playing with you or being honest with you. "Uh... Heh. You're joking, aren't you?"

"No," Adam gasped. He looked flabbergasted. "Why... What makes you ask that? I wouldn't joke about something like this."

Oh, right, you thought dryly. Just everything else about our relationship.

Out loud you said quickly, "Nothing." You regretted doubting yourself. It just made this situation very embarrassing. You felt the need to clarify your answer now. You didn't want to leave Adam hanging after such a significant question. "Well, Adam. The answer to your question is yes! I thought you were never gonna ask me. Well, actually, I thought you were bullshitting me the entire time."

"I didn't go about it the right way," Adam admitted. "That's my fault." He pulled you down so that your head was on his lap, and started to comb his fingers through your hair. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," he murmured. "That's my gift to you."

You inhaled deeply, feeling a strong wave of affection flood you. You had no idea anyone could feel so much emotion at once. It awed you. Gazing at the ceiling you felt your heart swell up. It beat in your chest heavily, loudly, nervously, but you felt soothed at the same time. And in this exact moment, you had good feelings. Maybe it was too soon to tell, however something in your gut told you that you were going to have a long, successful, future with Adam. "Wow," you hummed out quietly. "Christmas is going to be a hell-of-a-lot different this year." Adam didn't stop brushing your hair. You yawned and smiled. "But I can't wait for it."

“It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.” — Bern Williams

second pic

photo by @alice-apsx

“christmas time“

photo by @alice-apsx