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Finn was kneeling behind his desk, his crucifix necklace clasped between his hands. It had been almost 12 years since he first started realizing his homosexual urges, but, knowing that they were simply sent by God to test his faith, he had been able to stave them off by kneeling to pray whenever his thoughts went into sinful territory. However, after more than a decade of this, his urges were finally getting the better of him and even his ritual of praying once every two hours was seeming to not be enough.

“Dear, God, I come to you again...” he said softly, his head bowed; this was the fourth or fifth sinful thought he had had today and it was barely lunchtime, “I have been trying so hard to do your will, Lord, but this is simply becoming too much... I know that 1 Corinthians states that you will not allow me to be tempted beyond what I am able. I’ve read and re-read the passage, Lord, but my thoughts continue to be impure... All I ask is you send someone to fix me, Lord. I can’t co--” Finn was interrupted by the sound of his office door opening, instinctively shooting up from his kneeling position in surprise. 

“H, Hi there!” he stammered out, unable to hide how caught off guard he was. “Uh... what can I do you for?”

While trying to lock up shop late that night, RJ was approached by a group of guys who were unapproving of a male wearing flashy Christmas-styled acrylics; before he even knew what happened, RJ had been thrown to the ground, kicked, and punched repeatedly until he was able fight back long enough to break away. He ran for almost a mile until he was finally convinced the men had lost him. With his adrenaline finally coming down, he had stumbled his way into the park and fell on the grass, barely enough energy to prop himself up against a nearby tree.

Now in the partially-lit park near he and Calliope’s apartment, he was finally safe, but he was also severely injured and was unwillingly slipping in and out of consciousness. “H... help...” he was able to say quietly, wincing as his whole body ached.

Instead of spending some time at the art studio on MICA’s campus, Blaze decided to come back to the apartment early so he could work out a plan. He and his soon-to-be arranged wife Piper had been living in their apartment together for almost a month now, and although nothing so far had equated to exactly how bad their first night was, the two were still barely (although fairly) on speaking terms. 

In an attempt to show Piper that he was more than just an anger-filled ticking time bomb, Blaze had decided to use part of his check from Piper’s parents for the month to buy lots of Christmas decorations and, with a little help from his art expertise, he had turned their spacious apartment into a Winter Wonderland--complete with lights and decorations, fake snow, Christmas music (more for him than for Piper), and a real Christmas tree. He knew it wouldn’t fix the fact that he blew up on her--nothing ever would--but he hoped it would at least open up a path for communication and show that he wasn’t all bad.

At the sound of the apartment front door opening, he turned around and said, “Surprise!”, following it up by a sloppy attempt at signing the letters for the word.

“Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!” Keegan called, handing out candy canes to some of the people walking by. Over the winter break, Keegan had found himself a job as one of Santa’s helpers at the local mall and, there was something about it that really got him into the spirit of the quickly-approaching Holiday season. 

At first, the timid boy thought he’d absolutely dread running around the mall in the... notably flamboyant and form-fitting costume, but he quickly realized that dressing in distractingly bright colors was the perfect way to draw attention to his clothes instead of to himself. Needless to say, this was the least self-conscious that the boy had felt in years--and it showed.

“Happy Holidays, sir! If you celebrate Christmas, Santa’s down on the second floor! The line’s currently kind of short, and he’s taking wishes!” he said happily, handing the man a few candy canes.

“Coffee table!” His brother replied, barely looking up from his iPad.

Sawyer nodded, stumbling through his bedroom and out to the living room, returning a minute later with a polka-dotted bowtie. 

“Saw? If the Pretty Lady is coming here for dinner, why are you still dressed so fancy? We didn’t even cook super fancy food!”

“Because, C,” Sawyer started, struggling to talk while he tied his bowtie, “This is my third date with Frankie, and it’s the first time she’s coming over to our apartment. She’s... I just like her,” he admitted, glancing down at his watch, “I really like her. And Mom always said put your best foot forward. Believe me. When you’re my age, you’ll remember thi--Fr... Frankie!” He said, surprised to see her reflection in the mirror. He let his arms fall from the bowtie and hurriedly turned around to face her. “I... Hello!”

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Keegan was sat on his bed, scrolling through Facebook on his phone. He had originally planned to go to class and pick up another shift at Santa’s Workshop in the mall after his A Cappella practice, but between the trail of hickeys on his neck and the fact that he was sore from his surprisingly passionate first time the night before, he decided it’d be better to use a sick day instead.

After a lengthy text message thread with Ransom, he was a bit nervous to see the man again. There seemed to be a little bit of awkwardness now that Ransom knew that Keegan was still in high school, but the boy was hopeful that it would eventually work itself out. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on his door, prompting him to climb down his lofted bed and hobble to the door.

After looking through the peephole, he opened the door, unable to hide his eagerness. “Ransom! Hi!” he said happily before immediately blushing red at the realization he was only in his pajama bottoms. “I, um... I forgot to put on a shirt...” he said softly, stepping to the side to let the other man into his room.

Ransom:

I know I was really shitty at the beginning and that I’m still shitty a lot of the time now, but thank you for taking care of me for almost a year now.

I suck at giving gifts, so Scout helped me find a record of that rock band you like, and I got you some noise-canceling headphones and a couple other things. And free babysitting coupons for Cal. I didn’t know what else to get her.

Um. Anyway. Merry Christmas.

~~Mika. <3