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@.thebirdsandthebees: Missing my mommy’s christmas cookies real bad. 

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COMMENTS: 

@.It’s_Trinity_Bitch: I’m on to you. 

⤷@.thebirdsandthebees: you’re like that guy from Dexter.  ⤷@.just.a.huckleberry: Jesus read the room.

@.Langdon_Fmd: Your mom is probably gonna kill you with those cookies. 

⤷@.thebirdsandthebees: My mom is dead.  ⤷@.Langdon_Fmd: oh. 

@.DrMellissaKing: My mother would make christmas cookies every single day leading up to christmas. 

⤷@.thebirdsandthebees: Wow, orphans uniting in the glow of Christmas lights.  

@.Baran_A.H: the most wonderful time of the year, 

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COMMENTS: 

@.It’s_Trinity_Bitch: You baked cookies today? 

⤷@.Baran_A.H: I did! 

A/N: wait so imagine telling Baran that you miss your mother and the way she made cookies back when you were a kid, imagine being completely miserable and depressed during Christmas, and to make you feel better Baran and her daughter make you christmas cookies... sorry that's just so adorable to me. Sorry that I didn't post yesterday politics was making me depressed.

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chance lifting the heavier stuff solely to flex his muscles and keep will pulled in, even if will could carry most of it himself, too. chance walking up the stairs behind him every time for one reason only.

will not minding chance showing off One Single Muscled Bit (but also a little bit in actuality because chance isn’t carrying everything himself, like-)

picking his side of the bed being the first thing will does when they carry it in, bunny grin as bright as the radiance he emits as he jumps onto the bare mattress-

chance claims his spot on top of will, “christening” the room right away.

the two blasting music as they unpack during the day, chance grabbing will a few times throughout it to twirl and dance with him. chance knowing how much will loves cheesy romance and using their new living situation as an excuse to shower him in it; it’s also chance- this behavior looks good on him.

will eating it all up, grin as bright as the sun, singing with him and laughing. will pulling chance down into multiple kisses, enamored, because only He gets to see this dorky side of chance and he can’t get enough of it! he’s so lucky! how’d he get so lucky! he wasn’t dreaming, right?

chance offering to cook dinner their first official night moved in instead of them ordering takeout, wanting to jumpstart the domesticity. will stands beside him the whole time, helping in little but effective ways. chance protests, but he never chases will off, because by his side is where will belonged (holding his waist half the time didn’t hurt, either).

the two of them eating together on the floor in front of the tv. their couch is half-assembled. the air is still chilly. the coffee table they’d recently bought was still wrapped up in its box.

will pressing his side into chance’s, looping his arm with his as they finish up dinner. chance wrapping his arms around will’s middle, his fingers brushing under will’s sweater and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as he goes in for dessert.

will sighing happily as reality settles in that after years of believing he’d never have this, that he wouldn’t live to see this future for himself, for them, he actually did. after being terrified of losing chance for good to the hell they’ve had to live through, he actually had a home with him; not just in one way, but in many.

they’d left their demons behind in hawkins, no longer held hostage by their claws, and they never looked back. scars remained, of course they did, but they faded bit by bit with every soft kiss and murmured sweet nothing. every nightmare was soothed. every problem was (eventually) resolved, even after petty and defensive words. every tear was brushed away.