‘ can you NOT make yourself at home here ?? i’m trying to sleep, and i can’t with you rifling through all my fucking S T U F F. ’

          getting hurt was something that gray had gotten used to years ago. it came with the situation; moods navigated by the mood, temper not alway easy to keep cool. plus, gray was naturally clumsy ( which fucking sucked for a werewolf ). standing in front of a mirror and struggling to find the cut that he KNOWS is on his back, he finds himself spinning in a tiny little circle. almost like a dog chasing it's tail: fistful of bandaids as he huffs to himself. he needs a rescue, but he's too 'tough' to admit it-- glancing over his shoulder at the other with puppy dog eyes and hoping they'll take the initiative. // @betweenevils

      ‘ even though i destroyed all your lighters ? ’ a TERRIFIC thing to bring up at the worst possible time. god forbid cole made it easy on himself & let that rest. ‘ i’d be careful where you say that. people will think their boss is showing favoritism towards me and riot. ’ despite the fact that people probably got that memo months ago. ‘ oh, what the hell. i’ll just set them all on fire and then you can say how much you love me whenever you want. ’

      ‘ you’re letting eunmi pick ?? she knows how to order stuff off amazon now, she buys biographies on murderers and makes me read them to her. ’ cole has had to resort to hiding them in the oven that they NEVER use to keep them away from her. it was the lighter thing all over again — in some terrible twist of fate he was conveniently stuck in the middle of another crazy obsession !! ‘ we’re reading her the little mermaid and calling it a night. right, eunmi ?? ’ in the midst of protests he ushers her to go pick out the book, before turning to jack with a skeptical expression. ‘ YOU wouldn’t be the instigator of this, would you ?? ’

           “you’re not getting away from this one, jackson park!” he said, a giggle leaving his lips. his hand wrapped around jack’s wrist, pulling him back underneath the mistletoe. his arm would move around the small of his back, pulling him closer to him. after that, he’d press his lips against jack’s lips; kissing him right there underneath the mistletoe. his arms would stay wrapped around the other, keeping him as close as possible. after a little bit of time, he pulled away with a big smile plastered against his lips.

           salem was laughing a bit to himself. he wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of the fact that kace was directing with the words that he understood or because he was enjoying the current amusement of building the snowman. it  wasn’t very often that he built a snowman, to be quite honest. so, he was a little rusty; which, wasn’t good enough for kace, to say the least. “you want us to redo this part?” he asked, before kace was nodding furiously. “ah, babe what do you think? we have to redo it!” he says, laughing a bit. that was, before, salem crushed the whole thing, pushing kace into a fit of laughter.

      ‘ do you FORGIVE me yet ?? ’

      ‘ what the HELL are you doing on my bed ?? ’