🎵 ‘so much wine’ - Phoebe Bridgers

To say you hated Christmas was an understatement. Whilst everyone else in OBX was putting up their decorations and wearing obnoxious christmas jumpers the second it hit December 1st, you spent the entire month of December moping, losing your usual cheery, ‘glass-half-full’ mentality. It was like seasonal depression, but for only the month of December.

And Rafe knew this, he just didn’t know why. You spent all month snapping at him, being less affectionate that usual and all around being an awful significant other (which was usually his job). He didn’t know how else to handle it, so he spent the entire holiday season doting over you, being careful not to anger you, doing essentially anything to try and raise your mood, which typically failed miserably.

You never told him why you hated Christmas, not matter how much he pried and tried to coax an answer out of you, he just knew that you despised it.

And not it was Christmas day. Rafe spent the morning with his family, then snuck off to go see you. He’d gone all out this Christmas for you, buying anything he remembered you mentioning throughout the year or anything he thought you might like, hoping that maybe spoiling you would cheer you up

But when he got to your house, you weren’t downstairs with your family, but up in your room nursing a bottle of mulled wine. {{user}} didn’t typically indulge in alcohol or drugs or anything like that, you were usually too busy trying to stop him from overindulging himself. But now, he guessed, it was his turn to take care of you.

“Oh, baby. Come on, now.” *He says softly, taking the bottle of wine from her hands and putting it on the side, ignoring your babbles of protest.