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All I Want for Christmas

Nick Miller x Reader

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Summary: In a panic for the holidays, Nick and his girlfriend try to figure out what to get each other for Christmas. I also took inspiration from ‘Full House’ so if anyone gets the reference, I love you. This also jumps around between Nick and the reader, so I hope it isn’t too confusing.

Notes: I relate to Nick Miller to an unhealthy level. Happy holidays everyone!

The door opened before they could even knock. Schmit and Winston were greeted by wild eyes and a pair of hands yanking them into the apartment.

“This is a new sweater!” Schmit shrieked.

You slammed the door behind them and ignored their looks of startled fear.

“I need your help.”

“Yeah, we got that from the seven ‘code red’ texts you sent us,” Winston said. He took a seat on your couch while Schmit was still trying to fix the crinkles you’d created in his shirt.

“I don’t know what to get Nick for Christmas and there are only two days left.”

“Why is this our problem?”

“Because, Schmit, it is our first Christmas together and if I mess this up, it could spell disaster for our entire relationship.” You paced back and forth in front of your discount tree and ran your fingers through your hair. Winston rolled his eyes.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“No, she’s right. This could be the beginning of the end for them. If they break up, who knows what kind of disgusting, unkempt, miscreant he could reverse back into?”

“Thank you for putting that in her head.”

“Okay, you guys I’m serious.”

“It’s not like it’s the first Christmas you’ve ever spent together,” Winston said. “You’ve known each other for how long?”

You sighed. “As long as I can remember.”

“See? You know each other well enough. It’ll be fine.”

“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we know each other too well. Maybe all of that information is just too overwhelming and I won’t be able to sift through all of it in two days!” Seeing the growing fear in Winston’s eyes, you lowered your tone. “You know what the worst thing is? He’s probably fine. He probably already knows what he’s going to do. God, he probably has all of this figured out.”

He did not.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do. I have none of this figured out and I’m really losing it.” Nick stared hopelessly at the ceiling. “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Oh come on, don’t think like that. I’m sure you’ll think of something perfect for Y/N.” Jess said, hovering over him with a cheerful smile. Cece looked down with an annoyed glare.

“Why am I here again?”

Jess elbowed her in the side. “We are being supportive of our two closest friend’s relationship.” She grabbed Nick’s arm and dragged him up so he was sitting. “Don’t worry, Nicholas. We are going to help you make this the best Christmas ever for Y/N. Right, Cece?”

“Sure.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jess pulled them both into a hug. “Mission Mistletoe is a go!”

“We are so not calling it that.”

Shopping was going… well about as well as you expected. No. It was worse. Definitely worse. Thanks to the complete and utter useless commentary from Schmit and Winston, you were 100% sure that you were never going to find a gift for your boyfriend.

“What about this?” Winston held up some kind of as seen on tv face heater.

“That’ll come in real handy when hell freezes over,” Schmit said. He put a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what Nick wants for Christmas.” He motioned to the Victoria's Secret store across the way. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think anything in there would fit him.” You snarked, hoping he’d let it go. He just kept looking at you with that stupid Schmit douchebag face he made. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the other store.

“This is a really bad idea,” Nick whined. He kept his hand over his eyes as Cece pulled him through the racks of lingerie.

“Lingerie is a classic go-to gift, Nick. Especially for a new couple like you two.”

“But we aren’t a ‘new’ couple.” He made quotations with his fingers, opening his eyes “We’ve known each other forever. We grew up together.”

“All the more reason you need to make this Christmas sexy.” She held up a matching set of bright red bra and panties with ‘Santa Baby’ written across the butt.

He groaned and covered his eyes again.

You stared at your reflection and grimaced.

“What does it look like?” Schmit asked. You turned around, looking at a different angle and still hating it. He knocked on the door. “Do you want me to come in and look?”

“Schmit!” You exclaimed. You opened the door just enough to stick your head out. “$5 dollars in the jar when you get home.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry for caring.”

“And that’s five more.” You slammed the door again and quickly began changing back into your normal undergarments. You took his silence as pouting, but Schmit had spotted a salesgirl making eyes at him across the store and ditched you. “I just really want this to go well.”

Nick ducked into the dressing room hall as if he could hide from the army of undergarments and Cece’s intimidating knowledge of all things sexy. He took a deep breath and sighed, but went quiet when he heard your voice.

“This Christmas is going to be completely different as is, Schmit. My parents went to Europe to visit my perfect sister and her perfect job and perfect husband. Nick volunteered to spend the holidays with me so I wouldn't be alone. I’ve never even spent Christmas in L.A., you know? No white Christmas, no family… Nick is the only thing about this Christmas that feels normal. I want to do something special for him and I have no idea what to do.” You frowned at yourself, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

Nick didn’t say anything. He stood outside the dressing room in shock, letting your words sink in. He had no idea how much this meant to you. Part of him wanted to open the door and kiss you, mistletoe or no mistletoe, but the other part was beginning to brainstorm. He hurried off before you knew he was there.

You pulled your shirt over your head and left the dressing room, feeling even more disheartened than before. Schmit, having acquired the saleswoman’s number, met you as you were heading for the door. He grinned.

“So, did you find anything you-”

“Can we go home, please?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hold the ache together. Schmit, confused and concerned, just nodded, winked one more time at the salesgirl, and followed you out of the store.

You entered the guys’ apartment feeling like a complete failure. Cece and Jess were lounging on the couch, laughing and poking fun at each other. Their antics lightened your spirits a little and you hung up your purse. Winston and Schmit went to join them in the living area while you moved towards the kitchen. Nick was pouring odd drinks into the seasonal red and green glasses that Jess bought and was probably making him use.

“Hey.” You huffed, laying your head on the counter. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded half-heartedly. “I could use a drink.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Jess begged me to make her a holiday drink and so I invented a few of my own.” He slid a glass towards you.

“Thanks.” You took a drink and winced. “Oh my god.”

“It’s terrible isn’t it?” He laughed.

“It’s like drinking boozy toothpaste.”

“She wanted something peppermint. She’s going to get it.” He turned around and grabbed you a mug from the other counter. “Don’t worry. I made you some spiked hot chocolate instead.”

You sighed with relief, letting the warmth of the mug spread from your hands to your whole body. You smiled for the first time all day. When you took a drink, a thin hot chocolate mustache covered your upper lip. Nick laughed and wiped it away with his thumb. You leaned over the counter for a kiss.

“You’re the best.”

“Hey, St. Nicholas, where’s our drinks?” Jess whined. Everyone joined the chorus of complaints until you and Nick brought the tray of awful toothpaste drinks into the living room. You both sat on the floor as CeCe and Schmit started arguing. The dejection you’d felt before had faded completely. You melted into your boyfriend’s arms and took another drink, smiling at your friends surrounding you.

“Feeling better?” Nick whispered in your ear. You nodded and he kissed your cheek. Everything about the moment was perfect. You wished you could capture everything just as it was and wrap it up with a bow. Now that would be the perfect gift.

Christmas day had finally arrived and everyone but you and Nick had gone home. You woke up early to finish wrapping Nick’s gift and to adjust to your unfamiliar holiday surroundings. Of course, you practically lived at the loft, but you still couldn’t quite wrap your mind around spending Christmas here.

The sun glared through the windows and you couldn’t help but sigh. It was supposed to be close to 65 degrees today. Not exactly the snowy white Christmas you were used to, but you’d rather be here than back in Chicago at your parent’s empty house. Still, it would definitely be an adjustment.

Nick- who also had gotten up early to make your gift a surprise- stood in the hallway, watching you frown at the sunshine. He crept to the bathroom cupboard where he had hidden all of his decorations and supplies and only hoped you wouldn’t come back to his room before he was done.

You made a cup of coffee and curled up in Nick’s sweatshirt that you stole, setting his gift on the table. LA heat or not, you would be cozy, goddamnit.

It was about another hour before Nick came out of the room, yawning and stretching. You muttered a good morning as he leaned over the back of the couch for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas.” He said.

“Merry Christmas.” You beamed back. His eyes landed on the package on the coffee table, wrapped in shiny red paper and a green bow.

“Is that for me?”

You shrugged. “No, actually, it’s for my other boyfriend. He’s spending the holidays with us, so I need you to be extra nice today.”

Nick rolled his eyes at your snark. “Ho ho ho.” He handed you a loosely wrapped package with To Y/N From Santa written on the paper.

You kissed his cheek and unwrapped the gift. Your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted a pair of mittens out of the wrapping paper. Before you could begin to ask, Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch.

“I have something to show you.” He gave you a nervous smile and led you back to his room. “Close your eyes.”

You eyed him suspiciously.

“Is this… a sex thing?”

“No!” He exclaimed, putting hands on your shoulders and laughing. “No, it’s not. We can definitely get to that later though.”

You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. He put a finger on your lips.

“But close your eyes first.”

You jutted out your lip but did as he said, putting your hands over your eyes. He took a deep breath and turned the door handle. He ushered you to the middle of the room and shuffled some things around.

“Okay.”

You opened your eyes. At first, you were a little blinded. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see each and every little cotton-ball and paper snowflake detail. The entire room had transformed into your very own L.A. heat-resistant winter wonderland.

“I want you to know that I looked absolutely everywhere to figure out what to get you and I came up empty everywhere I went,” Nick said. “I know this isn’t something you can keep and we’ll have to clean all of this up before everyone else gets back-”

“Nick,” you gasped. You put your hands on either side of his face. “This is amazing. It’s the best Christmas present anyone has ever gotten for me.”

He grinned and you closed the space between you, your lips crashing into his. His arms went around your waist and pulled you closer. Before things could go any further, you suddenly remembered the present sitting on the living room table.

You sprinted back out, your socks sliding across the wooden floor. You ran back and put the small rectangle wrapped in striped wrapping paper in his hands.

“I have something for you too.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. All I want for Christmas-”

“If you start singing Mariah Carey, you are so not getting laid tonight.”

He smirked. “Yes ma’am.”

He unwrapped the gift and stared down at the picture frame holding multiple rows of photo-booth pictures. They were from the wedding that Nick spent trying to get over Caroline. By the end of the night, the two of you had confessed your feelings for each other in that photo-booth, the picture capturing your first kiss.

“Y/N, this is…” He looked back up at you, his eyes shining. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

This time, he pulled you in for a kiss.

He made another round of spiked hot chocolate and the two of you spent the day watching old Christmas movies and listening to music- even Mariah Carey.

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