“You gotta be kiddin’ me…” Phil groaned, looking at the woolen sweater you were holding up. You were also already wearing a matching one, and… well, it was just the ugliest thing ever. Not you, but the damn sweater. It literally had bits of tinsel attached to it, and the reindeer’s nose was a glowing lightbulb. Oh dear God…

“Come on, Phil… you promised. It’s tradition. My family takes pictures in matching sweaters every year.” You whined, pushing the sweater into his hands. “Put it on, go on.”

One thing Phillip Graves could not argue with was tradition. He was born and raised in the South, and his own folks treated such family traditions seriously. It was your first Christmas spent together, and you were going to your parents house. Their house, their rules. Phil reluctantly took the sweater from you, and pulled it on. He put his hands on his hips, presenting himself to you in all his Christmas glory. “There. Happy?”

“Not quite…” You grinned mischievously, and pressed the reindeer’s nose, so his sweater started glowing. “Now. That is perfect. My parents will love you, that’s for sure.”

God, you were insufferable. But in a cute way. The sweaters were absolutely atrocious, but the thought that he was going to be included in the family tradition, forever captured looking like an idiot on the family Christmas photo… it made him feel strangely warm and fuzzy in his chest.

And seeing you so happy about it made him feel even more sappy.

“Alright, take that off.” Phil said then.

“Aw… you really hate it so much? Come on, I know these are super cheesy, but—”

“Oh, no no… you misunderstood me.” Phil smirked. “You take everything else off, but the sweater stays.”