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ghostiiess · 4 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - christmas with them!

synopsis: it's christmas and you spend the holidays with them!

warning: some swear here and there, darren being dirty-minded and pervert, mention of the word ass… i think that’s all? let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff

members: all of them

merry (late) christmas everyone! i hope you all day wonderful holidays 🤍 thank you very much for this wonderful year that we had together! i can’t believe it’s actually been one year that i started writing about the boys! 😊 thank you for all the support, the likes and the love!! it is so much appreciated <33 happy new year in advance and may 2024 be the best year for you :)

reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

OLIVER MOY

BEST HOLIDAY ON EARTH??

we know oli, we know how he is, we know how boyfriend material he is…

so is it really a surprise if i’m telling you that you would pass an amazing time with him during christmas? not really.

he would spoil you so much!

« what? can’t i treat my girl right? »

he would make sure that you know that you look extraordinary beautiful

he would hype you up so much

« oh my god… you’re so beautiful, omg » he said while covering his mouth with his left hand

he would giggle.

he would also have bought matching pyjamas

« so i got the santa one and you got the reindeer! isn’t it so cute? »

cutest boy alive, no cap (yes im a simp)

he would write the cutest things in your christmas card

“thank you for making the world a kinder place”

“thank you for existing and making me a part of your routine”

“thank you for always being you and always making the world a greater place”

“you’re making fall in love with you more and more everyday”

crying bc he’s so damn sweet 🤧 i love him sm omg

random thoughts: oliver would sing you christmas song

and maybe… he would even ask you to sing with him? lol

oliver would literally heal your inner children, with his family 🥹 in one nsb video (or was it in seb’s? i forgot, sorry) all the nsb boys came to see oli’ and seb’s mom and dad, and omg that was so cute

he’s a gentleman, he’s a golden retriever, he’s a boyfriend material, so of course he would make sure you’re always feeling okay and comfortable around him

« this is our christmas baby. we spend it together, so as much as i really love my family and spending my holidays with them, i want you to be comfortable and happy during this time. so if something isn’t right or you want to take a break, please let me know, alright? »

i just see oliver caressing your back and whispering sweets nothing to you :((

anyways, let this boy give you the best because you truly deserve it <33

(others members’ part under the cut!)

SEBASTIAN MOY

FUNNY HOLIDAYS!!

this man’s so funny

sebastian could do anything and it would be funny, i truly don’t know why

so obvs, he would try to pull little pranks on you (not as much as kane, but still)

« babe, look! there’s a mistletoe! looks likes you have to kiss me! »

« babe, you’re supposed to kiss me on the lips not on my cheek! »

“wdym it wasn’t specific enough!! i thought you’d knew what i wanted!”

he would def convince his younger brother (mateo!!!) to pull a prank on you and oli

sebastian would be the type to give you a big, big Christmas gift that is in a box, that box is in another box, and that box is in another box… just to make you wait for the gift

and the gift be like « free pass for a kiss! »

“isn’t this the best gift ever?”

what can i say? he loves your kisses (and your hugs)

did you see his stories?? if not, expect him to put (almost) EVERYTHING on his ig/sc stories

he would def watch them all over the holidays too 🫣 don’t tell him i told you that

seb would give you sweet treats, like chocolates, massage, bubble bath if you’re into that kind of thing… things he know that will make you smile and make you feel good

“i could give you another thing to make you feel good…” then he would smirk

“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT THAT, OMG?!! You are so dirty minded, omg”

anyways like oli, he would be very considerate of your feelings

« you okay, babe? »

« is everything’s alright, baby? »

he cares sm about you

i feel like he would randomly hug/kiss you out of nowhere and smile

« nothing’s wrong, you’re just really pretty »

“mine”

RYAN NGUYEN

would def heal your inner child, 100%

the holiday with him would be so funny (and prob iconic too)

ryan’s family sounds so lovely and so cozy… (you wouldn’t be boring at their house)

last year, ryan did a q&a with his sisters and it was super cozy and super relaxing to watch

so i think it would be the same if you spent the holidays with him

lots and lots of animes nights

you’d also be a pro at videogames too

ryan would have matching pyjamas sets for you

« i thought we could wear it during the holidays.. »

he would def hold your hand all along the festivities, like this man’s whipped for you

« what? can’t i hold my pretty girlfriend’s hands? »

his fam would love you sm

ryan would def be a bit jealous that you’re passing more time with grace & ava (his sisters) than him

“can’t you talk with them later? -_-”

“i’m not jealous, what are you talking about?”

would ask his mom to cook your favourites meal :D

« yeah, i asked my mom to cook your favourite! »

ryan who def make videos with you and spend a lot of time with you, including cuddling because even though it doesn’t look like that, ryan’s a simp for your cuddles and your hugs and your kisses

would def put a lot of mistletoe around the house and use the excuse « it’s just for decorating the house »

indeed, he only want to kiss you 24/7

yes, he likes it that much 😌

JUSTIN PHAN

spending holidays with him seem so fun

trust me, you guys would have matching outfits too lololol

he would literally go to target to shop some matching things with you

and also buy you random things that you probably don’t needed, but that he bought because he thought of you when he saw them

also, i’m just seeing him going to target with you to shop for last minute christmas present

ofc, he would pay for your things

because he’s that gentleman with you

and also bc he never want to see you pay when you’re with him

“it’s the holidays, can’t i spoil my girl?”

“shut up, let me pay for you”

“you’ll pay next time!”

“wdym i said the same thing the last time? i didn’t!”

he would make sure you’re always comfortable, always happy and always smiling

he would hold your hands during dinner if you’re stressed/anxious/nervous

justin seems the type to be super romantic

he would literally give you a christmas card and thank you for every things you did for him

a bit like oli!

“thank you for always making me happy. the world needs more people like you”

he would literally give you cute stuff

like hello kitty stuff bc we all know how jp like hello kitty 🫶🏻

believe it or not, justin’s the biggest simp for his person

so expect a lot of compliments coming towards him

the type to say: “my mom likes you more than me, i’m sure of it”

KANE RATAN

i can’t tell how much i like this man

yes im a simp, and what abt it? 🤭

would def help your inner child too

he would always try his best to always make you smile/make you happy when you’re with him

he would always support you in anything you do

he would also give you a shoulder to cry on if that’s something you need

“babe… don’t cry…”

“it’s okay, i’m here..”

“idm if my tshirt get wet… i have others tshirts, don’t worry about that baby”

“I’m so so sorry about what happened when you were younger… do you want to talk about it?”

to me, kane’s the definition of the word “fluff” and “comfort”

he would literally make your days brighter with his smile 🤭

no bc his smile is so cute

he would give you ALOT of gifts

his family is kinda a bit rich lol (check their hide n seek video and the price of the mansion… 🤩) so… yeah.

would be the type to buy you plane tickets for a special destination

“wdym?? baby, it’s plane ticket! we’re going to travel together!”

“i know you always wanted to go there, so… i thought it could be the perfect moment to go there together!”

sweetest holidays with him :(

“what do you mean i bought you too much gifts? baby, you deserve it”

he would def make activities with you and his siblings and let you win on purpose

“me? made you win? there’s no way i did that!”

kane would make you do pranks with him on his brothers / sisters

but junior (his younger brother) wouldn’t let that slide so you’d literally do pranks on kane hahaha

“baby, what?? i thought you were on my team!”

“god, and i thought you’d side with me for this prank”

spending holidays with kane seems so great and fun 🫶🏻

DARREN LIANG

the sussiest holiday ever, ngl

i never saw in one nsb videos darren not being dirty minded, sorry not sorry 😭

so i rlly hope you’re not innocent, bc if you are… well, let’s say he won’t let that title up

bc this man says the most random ever things ever and turn them into dirty things, so if you’re still innocent after spending like 2-3 weeks with him… this is impressive

darren could turn everything not suspicious to something very suspicious (but we like him like that 🫶🏻)

would definitely not hide his true ‘personality’ to his family…

atp, i think his fam is aware that their son is dirty-minded

mostly during the Christmas presents part…

“didn’t give you much gift, bc i thought i could be your gift for this year”

“what? didn’t meant in that way… unless..”

“oh yeah!! this present is so cool!! i heard it could hide hickeys pretty well! isn’t that so cool?”

ofc, darren isn’t only naughty and pervert 😂

He’s also very caring and sweet :((

So ofc, if he see you being uncomfortable due to this comment or his moves or anything he’s doing, he would stop

No need to ask him twice

We all know how good dar’ is with cooking, so ofc he would cook something for you and his fam for Christmas

might even do it with you

He would have bought you matching aprons! and you know him…. the images or texts on it would be anything but wholesome

Being with Darren during the holidays also mean he would take good care of you

He would buy you a ton of skincare if that’s something you like

He would also help you with your routine (would never let you sleep with makeup/unclean face)

“Baby, let me take your makeup off”

“let me wash your face”

“Just sit on the counter and let me do the rest, okay?”

“Stop moving!!!”

“Wdym it tickles, baby it’s my fingers…”

“Are you saying my fingers are tickling you? 😏”

Funniest (and sussiest) holidays, I’m telling you

REGIE MACALINO

Darren part 2? Jk

This man’s a keeper 🫶🏻

He would make everything so funny, so fun, so cool, like it’s the regie macalino we’re talking about

I think regie would be the same guy he is in the videos, with you

he’s very nonchalant

He would def sleep on your shoulder while his family is opening xmas gifts

“Wdym wake up?? I wasn’t sleeping bruh”

“I was resting my eyes, that’s not the same thing”

He would also try his hardest to make you blush ☺️

And if you can’t blush, he would try his hardest to make you smile

i’m just imagining him, on the other side of the couch, giving winks here and there

AND HE WOUD BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU TRYING NOT TO SMILE/BLUSH

“I ain’t doing anything, whatcha talking about?”

He would def (10000%) says dirty things in front of you and act like he didn’t mean it in that way

“Damn that’s a cool sweater… wonder how it could look on the floor…”

“Why you’re looking at me like that, stop being dirty minded y/n”

Regie would def laugh his ass off because of what he’s doing to you

i just know he would be so proud of himself

btw, during the holidays, expect to go in the snow

Regie’s so cute when he first saw the snow 😔 like give him the chance to see snow again, pls?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go see the nsb’s video where they go play in the snow lol

He would do snow angels with you 🥹 and call you his angel

“You just did yourself in the snow…”

“eww that so cringey of me, I’m sorry”

“wdym you liked it? damn, you’re a simp for me, bruh”

taglist (open): @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

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carolmunson · 1 year

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you can count on me (nurse!s.h.)

inspired by: i'll be home for christmas brought to you in part by carol's christmas song blitz, holiday cheer, and viewers like you. a/n: i cried while writing this, so good fuckin' luck. cw: 18+ minors dni, hurt/comfort, sad/complicated family dynamics, lots of hospital talk (but i don't know shit about nursing or hospitals so i'm sorry if any of this is just blatantly wrong), mentions of illness/cancer, talk of death, overall holiday stress. mentions/discussion of WWII and the korean war, some slight homophobia, religious references (praying/heaven/'upstairs'), but on the bright side the party is featured and nurse!steve is a total flirt, so.

Christmas Eve, 1974

“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can plan on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree…”

“Grandpa, why do you always have to sing this song? It’s so sad,” Steve asked, curling onto his side to face his grandfather. He smiled, running a hand over the boy’s hair, a little chuckle rattled his lungs. “Says who, sport?” he asks, creases on his face crinkling in faux offense. “Says daddy, says me. Daddy says it’s like if a funeral came for Christmas dinner,” Steve crosses his arms under the covers. “It’s not a sad song to me, kiddo. Came out the year I was far away from your grandma,” he explains, “They played it a lot when we were away – but I got to go home that year and surprise ‘er. It was playing in the diner when I walked in to say hello and she cried and cried – cried like a baby, kissed me all over my face.” “Ew,” Steve teased and laughed, “That’s gross. Girls are gross grandpa.”

“They won’t be so gross when you’re old like me,” he laughed back at Steve, tickling him on the tummy, “But I don’t think it’s a sad song, buddy – it reminds me of how much I love Grammy.” “So it’s a happy song, even though the words are sad?” Steve asked. He’s too young to understand, but that’s expected for such a little kid.

“Songs are whatever you make of ‘em,” his grandpa shrugged, tucking the covers around Steve while his eyes drooped with sleep, “But I gotta finish singing so you go to bed, or else Santa won’t come.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve smiled as his eyes fluttered closed, the soft hum of his grandfather’s voice sending him off for the seventh Christmas Eve in a row.

Christmas Eve, 1979

“He’s always at the office, he’s never even here. And then when he is, he’s just –” Steve’s eyes brimmed with tears, hugging his knees to his chest on his bed spread, “God damn it, he’s so mean.” Steve’s grandfather lets out a big breath, clapping a hand to his grandson’s shoulder, “I think your dad is just really overworked, kiddo. He’s tired.” “We’re all tired, grandpa,” Steve groans. He can’t believe the types of grown up things come out of his grandson’s mouth sometimes.

“All he does is talk about how much – how much better I can be to his friends. Like I’m not good enough for him now,” the tears spill over onto his cheeks, sliding past his running nose, the mole near his jaw, “Like ‘Steve could be varsity his freshman year if he just gets that three-pointer right. It’s looking rough,’ or like, like, ‘Don’t think my Steve’s gonna be in any honors classes, maybe your kid can tutor him’”

“You heard him Grandpa! He might as well have just – I don’t know – stood on the coffee table and told everyone h-how much – h-how much I s-suck at every-everything! Like I’m his favorite j-joke to tell at the w-watercooler. ‘Oh all he got from me was the good looking genes, other than that, not sure who’s kid he is.’”

“Well your mother is very pretty. I would know, she’s my daughter,” he says softly, “So I think you got a lot of those genes from her.”

He runs a hand over his bald head and smiles, “Maybe not my hair genes though.”

Steve lets out a weak laugh, “It’s not funny, Grandpa.”

“It’s a little funny,” he nods, a chuckle making his heavy shoulders bounce in his suit jacket. Steve laughs a little stronger, their laughs bouncing off each other, laughing from laughing, then laughing some more.

“You know something buddy, I’ve been around a long time. I’ve met a lot of people like your dad,” he starts, “And I when it comes to people like that, it’s important to just be kind.”

“But why? He’s not kind,” Steve argued, brows furrowing behind his new glasses. Another thing his dad teased him relentlessly over. ‘Shoulda named you Steve ‘Four-Eyes’ Harrington, kid.’

“I find the most unkind people need kindness the most,” he encourages, “And even if he’s still acting mean, at least you know you were the bigger man, right?”

“I guess,” Steve shrugs, “Why do you think dad needs kindness? Everyone kisses his ass. You saw them down there.”

The new tradition of the Harrington Office Christmas Party instead of the Harrington Family Christmas Party was weighing heavily on just about everyone. The time when they were supposed to be the closest and coziest quickly became the coldest. If this is how his dad was at home with his friends, Steve could only imagine what he says about him when he’s not there.

“I’ll bet you your dad’s not very kind to himself,” he confesses, “So he doesn’t know how to be nice to other people.”

“Well that’s too bad for him, then,” Steve broods. His grandpa barks another laugh.

“That is too bad for him, isn’t it, sport?” he gets up, motioning for Steve to get comfortable before he starts to sing, “Gotta get to bed, Steve. It’s late – Santa’s not gonna make it if you don’t go to sleep.”

“Grandpa, Santa’s not real,” Steve mumbles sullenly, getting under the covers.

“Who told you that?” he asks, putting on a show of acting shocked. Flabbergasted.

“Who do you think?” Steve shrugged, curling in on himself on his side and putting his glasses on the nightstand, “Dad told me. He said twelve’s too old to be believin' in Santa.”

“If Santa’s not real, then how did he call me this morning?” he asks, “He told me about the Atari you put on your list.”

“How do you know about that?” Steve shot up in bed, he only put the Atari on his Christmas letter to Santa. He didn’t tell anyone else about it.

“I just told you! He called me!” he urges with a full belly laugh, heading to the door, “Now go to sleep, or he’ll put it under that tree for me, instead.”

“Wait, Grandpa – sing the song.”

“You sure? You’re not too old for your grandpa to sing you to sleep?” he asks, his heart swelling.

“S’my favorite part of the night,” Steve smiles a drowsy smile, settling down in his covers while his grandfather starts to sing.

Christmas Eve, 1981

“Christmas Eve will find me, where the love light gleams…”

Steve sings softly to himself while he puts his pajamas on, the matching set his mother always made them wear for photos the next morning with the family. He can hear the sounds of the big corporate style Christmas party his father threw for the firm this year milling about downstairs. Even at fourteen, he wished his grandfather’s singing could drown out all the noise, but his Walkman would have to do.

“He would have loved that you’re still singing it,” Steve’s mother says gently from his bedroom door, tears shining in her eyes, “It must be really hard to not have him around this year.”

Steve forces a tight lipped smile, turning back to look at his mom and nods, “S’really hard.”

“Oh, Steven, I miss him, too,” his mother cries, walking over to hold him tight in her arms, “He loved you so much.”

It’s the most comfort he’s felt in months.

8 AM - Christmas Eve, 1996

“Makin’ a list, he’s checkin’ it twice…” Steve mumbles to himself, going over his charts for the morning leg of the day. He flicks his eyes up to Darlene at the admin desk. She’s in her late forties, gray lacing through her dark brown hair. She wears a new holiday theme brooch on her cardigan every day, resting on her heavy bosom. She carries her weight in her rosy cheeks and her big thighs. Her husband comes in every lunch break to give her a kiss and picks her up every night at five. “Where’s your name this year Darlene,” he asks with a wink, “Were you naughty or nice?”

Darlene, who’d never been immune to Harrington charm, smiles big and waves him off, “You better stop that before my husband comes through that door.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he smirks, leaning over the counter, “Were you naughty or nice? Bet I could guess.”

He runs a hand through his hair, always half surviving double shifts on the thrill of flustering the married women in administration. Darlene’s face turns red as she turns to the computer in front of her, “I was very nice this year, Steve.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he shrugs with a knowing glance, swiping another chart out of the file holder and giving it a once over, “I won’t be around at five to ask Gary.”

“Oh, I saw you got the night off – who’s luckier than you?” she asks, “Gotta hot date or something?”

Steve snickers, “I could never play around with your heart like that, Darlene.”

She focuses on her work but shakes her head again while he continues, “Having some people over at my house. Parents are in Hawai’i again so –” he shrugs, “Just haven’t had some of the holiday off in a few years.”

“Night shift tomorrow?” she asks. He nods with a deep breath while he looks over the white board on the wall past Darlene’s head.

“Arthur’s coming in today?” Steve asks with a furrowed brow, looking at the patient list, “Isn’t he all good? He was in remission six months ago.”

“Oh yeah, he’s got a biopsy this afternoon – can you imagine? A biopsy on Christmas Eve?” Darlene asks, looking at the list with him, “Just routine, though. I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“Sure his wife will be, too,” Steve winks again and Darlene shoots him a look.

“Will you go do your job please, before I call security!” she teases, “I know what list you’re on this year, Harrington. You’re on my list!”

Steve laughs, adjusting his glasses and slinging this stethoscope around the back of his neck, charts tucked neatly under his arm. He’d been at the hospital a couple of years and even though his dad wished he was a doctor and not a nurse, he preferred this gig. It was all about making people feel good. He never had to give bad news, all he never had to do was just be there. All he ever had to do was be kind.

He loved the nurses that took care of his grandpa when he was sick, they were there all the way to the end. Steve made friends with all of them, especially Georgia – who called him a little heartbreaker and was always trying to convince his mom to let him have a playdate with her daughter. Steve thought Georgia was a whole lot of woman – spitfire red hair, the kind of nurse you found in dirty magazines. He guessed her daughter was just as pretty. He wouldn’t know, he never got a chance to meet her.

Arthur was a lot like Steve’s dad when they first met. Scrooge-like, a curmudgeon, not one nice word to say to anyone but his wife.

November, 1995

“Why do they got a male nurse in here for? What’s the issue kid, bein’ a doctor too hard? You a fruitcake or somethin’?” Arthur’s voice was gruff and angry, huffing and puffing into his mask while his oxygen pump wheezed above his head. He’d just gotten out of surgery for a chemo port in his chest, so the last thing he wanted to do was be greeted with a nurse he wasn’t able to flirt with.

“Oh Artie, will you just relax? You’re gonna have an aneurysm,” his wife chides.

“Of course you don’t care that he’s a guy, Dottie,” Arthur grumbles under his breath.

“Mr. Robbins, I get that you hate that I’m a guy,” Steve starts with a smile, “But if I don’t get your vitals you’re gonna be spending a lot more time with me than you want.”

“Please, take your time,” Dottie says softly, “Don’t listen to him. He’s such a grump.”

Arthur tosses her a look, it’s almost cartoonish. His frown pushes his jowls further down his face, deepening the creases by his nose. His furrowed brow in a permanent scowl from the deepened wrinkles in his forehead.

Arthur’s life reads on his leathered skin and perfectly parted hair. Still styled like he was stuck in the 50s, covered in pomade – the silver shining in the fluorescent lights above them. A set of dog tags hung on a chain, slipping over the dipping collar of his hospital gown.

“World war two?” Steve asked, casting his eyes over to them while he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Arthur’s arm.

“And Korea,” Arthur wheezed, listening to the hiss of the cuff get tighter and then release, “Met my wife when she came over to sing for the boys.”

“Thanks for your service,” Steve nods, while he writes Arthur’s stats down on his clipboard. He’s not sure if he’s thanking Arthur or his wife, he might as well thank them both.

“Did you have any family in the war?” Dottie asked, crossing her legs. Dot was a winner, her hair a salon dark brown but the smile lines in her cheeks and the crinkles by her eyes showed her age. She wore a dark brown fur coat and carried a black leather handbag with a gold clasp that Steve was sure she’d kept in mint condition for the forty years she’s had it.

“My grandpa fought in World War Two, too,” he smiled, “My mom was born in ‘45, though, so he didn’t volunteer for Korea.”

“Well, thank him for his service from us, too,” Dottie says warmly.

“He’s no longer with us,” Steve says, still smiling, “He passed away in ‘81 – but I’ll send a prayer up to him from you.”

“Heh, if this thing keels me over, I’ll say ‘hi’ to your grandpa for ya instead,” Arthur lets out a grumbly, dark, chuckle.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry for your loss,” Dot coos, tossing a reproachful look at her husband. Her voice sounds like it was made for the movies.

“Will you stop chattin’ him up and let him do his damn job?” Arthur growled.

“Stop being such a big baby, Artie. You want me to get you some water?” she asked her husband sweetly, “I’m about to go grab a coffee for myself.”

“Yeah, fine,” Arthur grumbled.

“Looks like that port went in okay,” Steve says to himself, inspecting the small contraption on Artie’s chest, “Everything feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” he huffed.

Steve shook his head, scribbling down a few more things on the chart at the end of the bed, “I believe it, sir.”

“You from around here?” Steve asks, hoping to strike up a small conversation. They’d definitely be seeing a lot more of each other.

“From Florida,” Arthur wheezes again, “My son and his wife, n’ my grandson all moved up here for some job she got. He’s some stay at home dad, can you believe it? ‘Least you sorta made somethin’ of yourself.”

Steve doesn’t respond, just nodding along.

“Well anyway – hmmmff – s’cuse me,” Arthur coughs roughly, it sounds his Steve’s grandpa’s cough from when he was a kid, “Anyway, Dot couldn’t bear to be away from her boy so, here we are. Got here, two months later I got cancer – so, Indiana’s working out great for me.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Steve says earnestly, looking up from the board, “Your son comin’ in at all?”

“Nah,” Artie makes a face, shaking his head, “That boy doesn’t talk to me. Prob’ly happy I’m sick.”

“Oh, I doubt that–” Steve starts, but Artie let’s out a laugh.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” Arthur’s chuckle is gravelly and deep in his throat, “I’m the meanest son of a bitch you’ll ever meet – and if anything’s true in this life kid, mean people never die.”

Christmas Eve, 1995

“Well I’ll be back shortly, honey,” Dottie chirped while Arthur got his port hooked up to his tubing. She nearly knocked Steve over when he came into the room.

“Oh, Steven, honey! I’m so clumsy! Merry Christmas,” she beams, rubbing his arm affectionately.

“You’re okay, Mrs. Robbins,” Steve says with a wink, “You’re leaving so soon?”

“Just running out for a few last minute gifts! Gonna grab the Grinch here some cookies from my son’s house for him to snack on later,” she lists, “Can I get you anything, dear?”

“I’m perfect, Mrs. Robbins, thank you though,” his dentist perfect smile makes her blush.

“Steven, I keep telling you to please call me Dottie,” she huffs, pulling her coat on, “Mrs Robbins sounds so…ugh, so old.”

“Ah, yes, don’t call her by her married name Steve. She’ll remember how married she is,” Arthur grumbled from his chair, a low chuckle shaking his shoulders.

“Oh, stop,” Dottie teases, opening the door, “I’ll be back in a bit, I’ll see you both soon.”

“You keep flirtin’ with my wife I’m gonna die a divorcee,” Arthur joked while she disappeared down the hall.

“Well if it weren’t for you still kicking around here, she’d be more of a Mrs. Robinson to me than Mrs. Robbins,” Steve smirks into Arthur’s file, “The ladies love me here.”

“God, don’t I know it – you’re everywhere, kid,” Artie rolls his eyes, “Whenever the girls are in here fussing over me they’re always checkin’ the board to see when your shift starts. I tell ‘em every time, ‘Will you shut up about that Harrington boy? I hear enough about him at home!”

“Sees you when you’re sleeping, knows when you’re awake,” Steve shrugs, “Might as well be Santa Clause, huh?”

“You doin’ anything for the holiday?” Arthur asks, he sits up a little, slowly. He’s gotten weaker with the chemo, it shows in his eyes. It shows in the growing softness in his voice. It shows in the thinness of his skin, olive green veins bleeding through a tan film. He’s thinner now, more fragile – it reminds Steve of the hospital in ‘81. His grandfather’s hands lying there, rigid and waxy.

“You’re lookin’ at it, Artie,” Steve mumbles, adjusting the levels on the machines next to him.

“Even tomorrow? What about your folks?”

“My parents are in Hawai’i,” he lets a chuckle out in puffs of air from his nose, but Arthur knows it’s not a happy one, “I don’t really talk to my dad, much.”

“You and my boy would get along -hhhgggack- get along great,” Arthur wheezes into another coughing fit.

“Probably,” Steve laughs, “We both don’t like you.”

Arthur’s coughs turn into barking laughs, loud enough that other attendants are craning their heads to look over at him.

“Oh Harrington, you’re funny,” Arthur says, wiping his eyes, “You’re real funny.”

The early evening rolls around and Arthur’s treatment finishes up just on time. Lung cancer was hard, but lung cancer with COPD and emphysema was a little worse. Steve was surprised that they were already starting to see some progress on the tumor after three weeks – maybe Dottie had a deal with someone upstairs. No one in heaven was looking out for Arthur Robbins.

Steve undoes the connection to his port, starting the wrap up, singing softly to himself.

“Please have snow, and mistletoe, and presents by the tree…”

“That’s Dorothy’s favorite Christmas song,” Arthur hums, staring down at his feet.

“Yeah? Was my grandpa’s too,” Steve says, grabbing Arthur’s coat from the chair and passing it to him, “He used to sing it to me every Christmas Eve, just sort of kept up with the tradition.”

“We do the same for my grandson,” Arthur smiles, “It’s better as a duet. You should really hear Dottie sing – the pipes on her she just –”

“Hi, so sorry I’m late!”

As if summoned by the angels themselves, Dottie rushes into the room, gifts in hand. Arthur stands up, slowly putting on his coat and scarf, picking up his portable oxygen (which was hardly portable for a man his age).

“Stevie, here,” she says with a smile, handing him a gift bag, “It’s not much, but I notice you always just come in with a coat on and I’d love for you to stay a little warmer, honey.”

Steve melts, opening the tissue to see a red wool scarf and a pair of gloves nestled inside, “Dottie, you didn’t have to get me anything. That’s so sweet, thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, Steve, we’ll see you soon,” Dottie presses a kiss to his cheek, Arthur rolls his eyes.

“See you in the new year, Harrington,” Arthur says gruffly while he shuffles out of the room with Dot.

“I’ll see you Monday,” Steve corrects, putting his file in the holder by the door.

1PM - Christmas Eve, 1996

“Merry Christmas Artie, I got you a biopsy,” Steve cheers as he walks into Arthur’s room.

“Oh, there’s my boy,” Arthur laughs, it’s hearty but he still wheezes, the tubes in his nose shake against his face. Steve comes in for a hug, completely missing the two people in the corner of the room. A man in his forties or fifties, and a boy around ten or eleven next to him.

“Hi there,” Steve says, adjusting his glasses and putting his hand out, “I’m Steve, I was your dad’s nurse when he was here for treatment – and uh, I guess I’m his nurse today, too.”

“Mark,” the older man says, he doesn’t smile, “We’re not staying long.”

“This is my grandson, Mikey,” Arthur says, gesturing to the boy. Steve looks at him and his curly hair, his wire rim glasses that look like his own and his heart leaps.

“Hey Mikey,” Steve puts his hand out for a low five, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Mikey says back, slapping his hand against Steve’s. He watches Mark start leading Mikey to the door and he cocks his head.

“I’m just taking his vitals, you’re welcome to stay,” Steve says gently.

“We’ll be back tomorrow,” Mark says with finality, “Say bye to grandpa, Mikey.”

Mikey runs over, reaching over the bed on his tiptoes to pull Arthur into a hug, “I love you grandpa, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” Arthur smiles, “I love you, too.”

He watches them go and Steve turns back to him.

“Where’s Dottie?”

Arthur smiles at him with downturned eyes, “We lost Dot in August, Harrington.”

“Oh, no. Artie, I’m so sorry,” Steve apologizes, leaning against the end of the hospital bed.

“Still looked like a movie star down to the last day,” Arthur says with soft eyes, “Had me put her lipstick on the morning of, like she had someone to go meet in Heaven. I says, ‘Honey, I’m still here! Who’re you trying to look pretty for?’ She tells me she just wants to look pretty for me. Can you believe that? I’m just some schmuck she married.”

“She probably lied to you,” Steve teased.

Arthur swats at him with a grin, “She probably did.”

“Things okay with your son?” Steve asks, unfurling the blood pressure cuff.

“Nah,” Arthur shakes his head, “Mike though? That kid really is somethin’. He’s so friggin’ smart. Knows everything about computers and shit – even started teaching me how to use one. He’s ten! He’s gonna be – I don’t know, flyin’ rocket ships or somethin’ when he grows up.”

“You living with them?”

“No, no, still at the house. Can’t part with Dot’s stuff – y’know? So much of her is still there. She decorated the whole place. S’like I’m still comin’ home to her when I do,” he smiles up at Steve and Steve follows suit.

“You miss her?” he asks, the answer is obvious.

“Like the deserts miss the rain,” Arthur declares gently, Steve notices the soft heave in his chest.

“So what’s the deal, Artie, what’s the biopsy for?”

“You’re the nurse, you should know!” Arthur laughs in surprise, “Whaddya mean what’s the biopsy for?”

Steve rolls his eyes while Arthur wheezes back to speaking, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. They found a spot – I got a scan back in Florida, we were there for a couple months. It’s not big, but better safe than – y’know – cancer. But honestly kid, it’s nothing. I’m not worried about it.”

“Neither am I,” Steve nods. They go through the motions of his surgery prep, vitals, the works. They make jokes and share stories – it’d been a long six months. It was hard to leave each other – but his remission was a blessing. He’d become a different man in that year. They both had.

“I’m heading out around three today, so I won’t be back until tomorrow,” Steve says.

“Aw, c’mon, you’re supposed to be my Christmas buddy!” Arthur complains, “My son’s basically having me fuck off until he gets me tomorrow. Stick around!”

“You want me to stick around or do you want Sara-Jean to be your night nurse?” Steve smirks. Sara-Jean was real pretty. Pretty enough that Steve had pulled her into a few empty rooms to play doctor every now and again.

“Oh, you can get the fuck out right now if you want,” Arthur’s chortle is scratchy when it comes out. Steve missed that, and the soft puffs of his portable tank in the background.

3PM - Christmas Eve, 1996

“Barb, did you hear about Darlene?” Steve asks while he gets to the admin desk. Darlene ‘tsks’ under her breath while she types away.

“Did I hear what?” Barb asks, tossing a look at Darlene, “What’d she do?”

“Well I talked to the big guy, y’know?” he says, tugging on his jacket, wrapping a red wool scarf around his neck, “Turns out, she’s on the naughty list.”

“Ooh, Darlene! We better call Gary!” Barb teases with a laugh, opening a filing cabinet under the desk.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Steven?” Darlene whips her head around with a laugh, “Go home!”

“I know someone on the naughty list isn’t telling me what to do,” he tutts with a sly smirk.

He slaps a hand playfully on the counter, “Someone oughta teach her a lesson, huh Barb?”

“You’re pushin’ your luck here, Harrington,” Barb says, emerging from below the desk with a stack of files, “You’re luckin Gary’s not here to knock you into ‘98.”

Steve smiles, waving to the women, “If I don’t see either of you tomorrow afternoon, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” they call back.

Steve pops his head into Arthur’s room, still waiting to go in for surgery.

“Hey, Merry Christmas, Artie,” he says.

“Hey, Harrington,” Arthur says, beckoning him over, “C’mere for a second.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked, walking to the edge of his bed.

“I got a gift for Mikey that got delivered to my house this morning, my neighbor brought it in for me. But since I’m gonna be here overnight I was wondering if you could grab it and bring it in for me tomorrow? I just wanna tell ‘im Santa dropped it off so this whole thing doesn’t bum him out. I’m sure ya already got plans but I’d really appreciate it.”

“No, no, of course,” Steve shakes his head, “I’ll go pick it up. What’s the gift?”

Arthur smiles a knowing, grandfatherly smile, “He’s been begging Mark for a Nintendo 64 for since September – and they’ve been sold out everywhere. They can’t really afford stuff like that anyway, so Mark’s been telling him to ‘manage expectations’. Pfft.”

“Think I’d ever tell my grandson to manage his expectations?” Arthur asks, Steve swears he hears his own grandfather saying it. “So I used the lessons Mikey gave me about the computer and I found it on this website called E-bay – hefty fuckin’ markup I’ll tell ya that. Now, I had to go to the library to find out how to really order it but, y’know, here it is. Who’d a thought you could just click a button and get something sent to your house, huh? Friggin’ magic.”

Steve’s heart swells, “That’s really nice, Arthur.”

“He’s a good kid, he deserves it. And y’know, Mark could use a break – he really could,” Arthur nods, considering for a moment, “He really loves his boy – so I think it’s sort of a gift for him, too.”

“Well, I’ll give ya a call when I pick it up, okay?” Steve asks, walking back toward the door. Arthur nods, jotting the address down and passing it to him.

“Thanks a lot Harrington,” he smiles, stopping him while Steve gets to the door, “And nice scarf.”

Steve winks and pats the wall as he leaves.

7PM - Christmas Eve, 1996

“Well I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Robin confesses, “If she didn’t get you a gift, she probably doesn’t like you like that.”

“What do you know about girls liking you back anyway, Buckley?” Eddie frowns, playfully tossing a red M&M at her on the couch.

“Hey, hey, be nice,” Steve says, holding his hand out to Eddie who fills it with M&Ms.

“You look so tired, Steve,” Nancy frowns, “How many shifts did you pull to get tonight off?”

Steve shrugs, tossing his head back on the cushions of the couch, “I don’t know, too many.”

The door opens and the kids file in. They aren’t kids anymore, Steve guesses, but they might as well be.

“Party people! Merry Christmas!” Lucas calls, head of the line to file in followed by a deeply embarrassed Max. She has a big bag full of shiny wrapped boxes in her arms but before Steve can scold her about presents, she shoots him a look that could kill him dead.

Henderson comes in after, immediately running to Eddie first, also carrying a bag of gifts.

“Merry Christmas, folks,” he announces with a smile while passing out gift bags one by one.

“Guys, I said–” Steve starts.

“Shut up, nerd,” Erica says, walking in the door with Will and El flanking either side of her. Mike follows up at the end, closing the door behind him.

“You say no gifts every year and we never listen to you, so,” Erica continues, crossing her arms and looking down at him from behind the couch, “Merry Christmas, though.”

“Merry Christmas, Sinclair,” he says up at her.

“Merry Christmas, Lady Apple Jack,” Eddie calls from the other end of the sectional.

“There’s food all laid out in the kitchen,” Nancy calls to them. Steve yawns, sitting up and watching the group move as a unit to the kitchen, dropping their gifts off under the tree on the way. He looks around, a smile creeping onto his face, a Christmas that finally feels like family. Like home. Like he’s seven years old.

His eyes zero in on the Nintendo 64 on the side table and his heart skips.

“Shit, I’ll be right back, I gotta make a phone call.”

Steve heads upstairs to his room, dialing to hospital without even looking at the numbers, counting the rings down to the second for Barb’s voice to pick up.

“Hey Barb, it’s Steve. Can you transfer me to Artie Robbins’ room? He feelin’ okay?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah, let me double ch– Hey, is Mr. Robbins out of surge–he is? Okay, okay – alright honey, let me transfer you over.”

Steve holds his breath while the phone rings, letting it out when Arthur’s scratches through the phone, “Hello?”

“Artie, hey, it’s Steve. Your gift is secured.”

“Oh, good, good –hhgggack-, s’cuse me,” Arthur coughs wetly, Steve can hear him spit on the other end, “Sorry about that.”

“Hey, don’t worry man. How was um, how was surgery, how’s it lookin’?” Steve asks, heart thumping in his chest.

“Well um…” Arthur trails off, another wet, hacking cough echoes through the line, “Y’know I uh – I got some bad news for you, Harrington.”

“Oh shit, Arthur…Arthur I’m so sorry,” Steve starts, “We can start you right back up on –”

“I can’t believe you’d lie to me like that, Harrington,” he confesses, ignoring Steve’s apologies, his voice grinding with phlegm.

“What? I didn’t – what do you –” sweat formed on his brow. Why did he tell him it was gonna be fine? He’s just a fucking nurse, how would he know?

“Sara-Jean wasn’t my night nurse,” Arthur says, exasperated, “It’s some old broad I’ve never met before.”

Arthur laughs and it gets caught in his throat like a wheeze, Steve lets out a long breath through his nose.

“You’re such a fuckin’ asshole,” Steve chuckles, rubbing his eyes under his glasses, “You almost gave me a heart attack, Jesus Christ.”

“Merry, merry, Harrington,” he says, “See ya tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to wrap it?” Steve asks, “The gift?”

“Hey, if you’re offering – I don’t gotta pay you for that, right? They gonna add that to my bill?”

“Actually, I’m gonna make sure they charge you double,” Steve smiles through the phone, hearing Arthur’s breathy laugh one more time before he says goodnight and hangs up. Steve heads back down stairs, the group all around the living room.

“Here,” Robin calls, beckoning him over and patting a seat next to her, “I’m gonna put on Miracle at 34th Street.”

“Why? It’s boring,” Mike frowns.

“Cause it’s your sister’s favorite and she made all the food, dumbass,” Steve snap at him, walking over to the couch, not resisting the urge to give him a soft smack across his mop of hair.

Eddie giggles, “Yeah, don’t be such a dumbass, Wheeler.”

8PM - Christmas Eve, 1996

Beep beep. Beep beep. Bzz.

The group looks over at Steve who immediately reaches back into his pocket, beeper lighting up and buzzing. He squints down at it, the hospital’s number flashing below, “Ugh, shit. They’re really calling me in now?”

“Just don’t go,” Eddie said, “They gave you the night off for a reason. Can’t they call someone else?”

“That’s not really how it works Munson,” he mumbles, “Sorry guys, I gotta go um –”

He looks around the room, eyes scanning everyone before they land on Nancy, “Nance can you just make sure everything’s locked up before you leave?”

She nods, Henderson’s voice calling over the TV, “Why do you always ask Nancy?”

“Do you really think I’d trust any of you other twerps to do it?” he asks with a laugh, pulling his coat on and wrapping the scarf around his neck, “Merry Christmas, guys.”

The traffic was low, everyone home and inside, cozy with their families while he races back up to the hospital. He lets out a sigh, exhaustion rolling over him in waves like he hadn’t worked three days in a row – the twelves hours he had off would’ve been a great welcome. Before he knows it, he pulls into staff parking, still in his scrubs, hurrying into the lobby.

“What’s up Barb,” he asks, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, honey…” she says, her frown tells him enough.

“What’s happening, what’s wrong with him?” Steve asks, his body felt like he’d been dunked in ice water. In his peripheral he can see Arthur’s doctor come up behind him.

“Steve I – I’m sorry,” he says.

“What’s happening, what’s going on?” Steve eyes, nose prickling with heat, the back of his throat getting thick.

“He’s hemorrhaging,” the doctor said, “It’s happening slowly, but we can’t stop it…he’s not gonna make it, Steve.”

“Well you gotta, like, you can do something,” Steve says, a hurt smile pulling at his lips, “Like, there’s gotta be something that can stop it.”

“There’s nothing we can do, Steve,” he confesses, putting a hand on his shoulder, “He wants to go.”

“Well, um,” Steve swallows thickly, “Can you – has anyone called his son? Or? Where’s his family?”

“They aren’t coming,” Barb says, shaking her head. Tears pooled in her eyes, “He asked if we’d call you.”

“How much t-time does he have?” Steve gasps out, breath coming out of him in short spurts. Shoulders rising and falling unsteadily.

“Not much,” the doctor says, “You should go see him.”

Steve nods, numb, dizzy, the floor spins under him and suddenly he’s fourteen again – sitting in the waiting room with his dad while his mom wails outside the door.

He gets to the room and opens the door slowly, Arthur laying there covered in tubes – with every blink it’s 1981 all over again.

“Hey, Artie,” Steve says softly. He see’s Arthurs eyes flit toward him, a twitch of a hand standing in for a wave. Steve pulls a chair over and sits next to him, the healthy man he’d seen just hours before suddenly paled, older than he’d ever seen him.

“Hey -hmmmfff- Harrington,” he pushes out. Pulling in a big, strained, wheezing breath between the words. It sounded like it hurt to breathe – but with only one weak lung working at this point, the other filling with blood, Steve assumed it must be.

“Shh, shh,” Steve coos, “You don’t have to talk.”

He sits there for a moment, listening to the beep of the EKG, the whoosh of air from the oxygen machine. Steve watches the drip of the IV drip – morphine. Arthur’s eyes are drowsy, but they still sparkle playfully at him.

A lump builds in Steve’s throat while he watches him, he feels guilty taking deep breaths to keep from crying. He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to hold back.

“Aw, come on man, you were – ugh, fuck – thought you were too mean to die,” Steve asked between sniffles. He tries to blink back his tears but they finally spring out of him, leaking down his cheeks.

“Well –hhhmmmfff- look what m-meeting you -hmmmfff- got me, k-kid,” Arthur laughs through labored, shallow, breaths, “One good -hhhmmfff- de-deed and I’m k-kicking the buck-bucket –hmmmff-.

Steve takes his hand, holding it tight, a shuddering breath hitting his lungs before he breaks, “I’m s-sorry your s-son’s not coming.”

“S’okay I don’t want -hhhmmfff– Mikey to -hhmmfff- see me like th-this,” he gasps out, eyes lulling, breaths getting farther and few in between.

“You think -hmmfff- Dot’s st-still gonna think I -hhhmmmff- look sh-sharp?”

“Oh, for sure,” Steve cries into a laugh, “She’d probably still think I look sharper.”

Arthur lets out a weak wheeze of a laugh, using whatever left over strength he has to push a half smile onto his face.

“I’ll say -hhmmff– hi to your gr-grandpa –hhmmff- for you,” he whispers. Steve nods, squeezing his hand, wiping his face with the other.

“He’ll thi-think you’re a real p-piece of work,” Steve jokes, his thumb grazing comfortingly over Arthur’s hand.

They sit there in silence, outside of Arthur’s labored breathing and the monitors beeping, Steve’s sniffling and shuddering cries.

“-hhhmmmff– H-harrington?”

��Yeah?”

“Sing the song.”

Steve doesn’t have to ask which he means, his heart breaks as he looks at the clock – 9 PM – right when his grandpa would bring him off to bed.

“Sure, Artie,” Steve promises, “Sure.”

“Christmas Eve will find me…”

“As the love light gleams…”

“I’ll be home fo– Oh, no…no, Artie. Arthur c’mon, c’mon man.”

The monitor holds a steady note, and against it, a rattle Steve knows all too well.

Christmas Day, 1996

Steve got home late but Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were still there when he got in. “How’d you know?” Steve asked, eyes red behind his specs.

“Your girlfriend Barb called,” Robin joked, pulling him into a hug. The rest followed suit, pressing against him so that maybe the pressure would relieve him of his grief. They all stayed the night, they saved cookies for him, a plate of snacks, dinner. They stayed up until he was fast asleep – all sneaking out quietly the next morning to spend time with their families.

Steve woke up around nine in the morning, blearily peering around the living room. He must’ve fallen asleep on the couch, glasses laid neatly on the side table and a note from Nancy. His eyes lingered on the present for Mikey, he heaved a deep and heavy sigh.

Steve got up and took a quick shower, hoping the water would take his aching along with it down the drain. It didn’t, but it woke him up a little. He didn’t bother getting dressed, just getting back into his scrubs from the night before, slapping on some deodorant and cologne before trudging back downstairs.

He took his time to wrap the gift, folding over the edges of the paper and sealing it seamlessly. The North Pole would’ve hired him in a heartbeat if they could get a look at this wrap job.

He pulled on his coat, his red wool scarf, and tugged the present under his arm while he walked to the car. He pulled out a small piece of paper from his coat pocket, his own sloppy writing looking back at him with Mark’s address scrawled on it. It was a twenty minute drive – it felt like an eternity.

He rang the bell and knocked on the door, and even though he knew they were home he was still surprised to see Mark open it, his wife next to him.

“Hey, Mr. Robbins,” Steve says softly, “Sorry to come by but um – I know this must be a really hard day for you both, but –”

“It’s okay. Um, Steve – right?” Mark guesses, Steve nods. Mark looked worse for wear, “This was dad’s nurse at the hospital.”

“Hi,” his wife murmurs, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merr–”

“Dad, who is it?” Mikey calls, pushing between his parents, “Oh hey, you’re that guy from yesterday.”

Steve guessed it must be hard to really dampen the magic of Christmas for a ten year old, even if his grandpa just died.

“Hey buddy, you’re actually the guy I wanted to see,” Steve said with a smile, kneeling down to get closer to his level.

“I found this on the desk in the lobby at the hospital,” he says, looking down at the box, holding it out in front of him, “It’s addressed to you, looks like it’s from Santa.” Mikey frowns, and at a closer look, it’s clear Mikey had just as rough of a night as his dad had. His lower lip wobbles slightly but he quickly straightens it out.

“Santa isn’t real,” Mikey says defiantly, crossing his arms.

“Who told you that?” Steve asks, his brows furrowed.

“No one told me,” Mikey mumbles softly, “I told Santa that all I wanted for Christmas was for my grandpa to get better. And he didn’t…so…”

“Well if Santa’s not real, then how did he call me this morning?” Steve asks with a smile.

“What?” Mikey asks, eyes shining with excitement.

“He told me he left this at the hospital because he thought you were still there,” Steve explains, “So he asked if I could bring it to you. It was something you really wanted, he told me.”

“Oh man, is this –” he takes the box from Steve, it’s a little too heavy for him, “Is this what I think it is?!”

“I don’t know, dude, you gotta open it!” Steve laughs. Mikey sits right on the ledge of the front door, Mark and his wife behind him. The paper rips away to reveal the Nintendo 64 Mikey had begged for since it came out in September.

“WOW! Dad look! Santa saw it on my list! He didn’t forget! I can’t believe it!”

Steve stands back up to see Mark, his red eyes pooling with tears.

“Honey, why don’t you come with me and I’ll see how we can set it up,” Mark’s wife says to Mikey, taking the box from him. Mikey runs inside and his mom gives Steve a small wave, wishing him a Merry Christmas.

“S’that from my dad?” Mark asked, wiping his eyes.

Steve takes his glasses off, wiping his own, “Yeah, he um, ordered it online – if you can believe it.” They both let out a small, pained, airy chuckle. Two men who are suddenly boys. Red noses and cheeks.

“He asked if I’d bring it to him to give to Mikey but um, y’know.”

Mark nods, face contorting while he tries to hold back a sob, “Merry Christmas, man.” Steve puts his hand out to shake it, but Mark pulls him into a tight hug where they both fall apart, “I’m so sorry, Mark. I’m just so sorry.”

They stay embraced for a few minutes before breaking apart, both taking deep breaths while they settle. Two boys who know what it’s like to not understand their dads. Two boys who know better now.

“You’re a very kind man, Steve,” Mark says, “Thank you so much, for – for this.”

“Thank you,” Steve says gently, “I hope you and your family are able to have a good holiday.”

They say their goodbyes and Steve takes his keys from his pocket, swinging them into his hand. He gets in the driver’s seat of the BMW, the leather quickly cooled over. He watches Mark shut the door behind him and takes a cleansing breath through his nose and out through his mouth, putting the key into the ignition.

The heat blasts and he pulls out onto the road, flicking the radio on.

He chuckles sadly to himself, eyes closing briefly behind his glasses at the coincidence, while the radio crackles to life.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” he says, staring up at the sky through the windshield.

Bing Crosby’s voice fills the car, and Steve’s red, wool scarf feels warmer than it ever has around his neck.

“Christmas Eve will find me. As the love light gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas…

If only in my dreams.”

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Congrats on 3k, you deserve it!! 💗 Can I please have “I'm always in the mood to play, my love” from the smut prompts list with Iceman? Thank you:))

pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x female!Reader warnings: a bit suggestive, kind of smutty Iceman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K Celebration

You were feeling festive. The house was decorated head to toe with garland, lights and ornaments. Tom had made a comment that it looked like Santa's Workshop exploded in the living room, but he loved it just as much as you did.

Growing up, Tom's christmases were always cold. His mother did the bare minimum when it came to decorating or putting up a tree. His father said too much decoration was an eye-sore. Christmas Gifts were also another thing that he hardly ever got either. His parents were wealthy, but the penny pinching type of wealthy. They didn't like spending money on unnecessary things like Christmas gifts.

But now that he was older and had been with you for so long, he let his inner child come out around the holidays. You had taught him the joys of Christmas could follow you even into adulthood. He found joy in gift giving, and hanging up Christmas lights, and drinking too much during Christmas Eve parties. This year for Christmas the two of you decided that gifts for each other had to be under $40 and something for the two of you to enjoy year round.

Tom had the perfect gift.

You were singing along to 'Santa Baby' by Eartha Kitt as you mixed together the dough for gingerbread cookies when Ice came walking into the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Hi baby," He said, his voice low and smooth.

"Hello love," You answered, setting down the mixer and walking over to him. You greeted him with a quick kiss, but he put his hands on your hips, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, "Mm, what are you doing?"

"Just giving my girl a kiss," Ice smiled, "I know Christmas is still a week away, but I want to open gifts now."

"Baby-"

"Please," He gave you those damn eyes that you could never say no to. You bit your lip and nodded. Ice kissed your cheek and ran to the living room to grab the two gift boxes sitting under the tree, "Meet me upstairs in five!"

"Did you get me a puppy?"

"Something better!" Ice yelled as he ran up the stairs. You giggled and cleaned up the kitchen a bit, putting the gingerbread dough in the fridge for later. Once it hit five minutes, you walked up the stairs to your bedroom. You stifled a laugh as you walked in, seeing your boyfriend laying across the bed, two wrapped boxes in front of him, and a bow on his head.

"What are you doing?" You asked, and Ice gave you that classic smirk.

"Wanna play a little game," Ice said, "Wanna play?"

“I'm always in the mood to play, my love," You said, walking slowly to the bed, making sure to sway your hips a bit more and leaned your hands on the bed, making sure to push your breasts a bit towards him, "Tell me the rules."

"First, you gotta unwrap your gift," Ice pointed towards one of the boxes. You sat on the edge of the bed and placed the box with your name on it in your lap. Ice moved to kneel behind you, running his fingers up and down your arms lightly. You tried to focus on unwrapping the box as Ice placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Who wrapped the box?" You asked.

"I did," Ice answered.

"Mhm, sure," You knew his gift wrapping was atrocious and probably Slider or Wolfman wrapped it for him. You tore through the tissues paper in the box and your eyes widened at the sight of red lace lingerie. There was white fur on the top of the red lace bra that left little to the imagination.

"Oh wow," You said and looked over at Tom, "You bought me a lingerie set?"

"That's not all," Tom said and kissed your cheek, "I'm not that shallow. Your other gift you can open on Christmas, but for now. . ."

"What's in the other box?" You asked.

Tom leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck, sending shivers down your body. You craned your neck to the side as he placed a kiss under your ear, and then he lightly nipped at your earlobe.

"Gotta unwrap me to find out."

You took that as a challenge as you tossed the box to the floor, and climbed on top of your boyfriend (soon to be fiancé).

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Hey hey :) Hope you're having a wonderful day/night❤️

For your Christmas/Holiday Prompts, can you please do #47 with Jake (TGM) pls and thank you

OH MY GOD I NEED BIG HEART EYES!!!! YES YES AND DOUBLE YES!!!!!! lol

You and Jake were exhausted by the time the celebration had dwindled down to just a few people, the snow falling outside and the animals that had been herded into the stables. You and Jake's parents would clean up in the morning. Everybody was so damn tired, there was no use in pushing yourself past your limits.

You went into the stables where each of the horse and critter stalls had all been decorated with the red and green garlands and little flickering lights which were due to go off before morning. What you found there was the last thing you had expected to see.

You found Jake with your baby boy in his arms, quietly singing a Christmas song to him as the snow fell outside and the woodstove warmed the stables. You were practically blushing at the sight before you, Jake trying to put him back to sleep and all of the animals settling in.

"Couldn't get him to sleep could you?" you asked.

"He woke up as soon as Ma passed him back to me," Jake said with a shrug. "Little man's a night owl."

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "What about the girls?"

"Come see for yourself."

Jake led you to an empty stall near the woodstove where Missy and Molly, your twin girls were sleeping peacefully under their blankets. "Are they.....?"

"Fell asleep as soon as they hit the haypile," Jake whispered before James let out a sleepy little coo. "I told'em the sooner they get to bed, the sooner Santa comes."

"And their cousins?"

"They're all sleeping in the empty stalls," Jake told you.

You followed him to an empty one across from where Missy and Molly were sleeping, the stall empty save for a fresh pile of hay scattered across the floors and in the hay trough. "Should we?" you asked.

"Family tradition," Jake chuckled with a wide grin.

Jake laid Baby James down in the hay before you wrapped him up in his little blue blanket, swaddling him just enough to make him comfortable. You and Jake laid him down in the hay trough where he yawned before shutting his eyes. You and Jake sang him right to sleep, feeling the eyes of the horses, the cows, the sheep and even the boar, his mate and the ten little piglets who slept in their stalls, were all on you and Jake. Soon enough, the two of you crawled underneath an old blanket and kissed each other goodnight.

"Merry Christmas Jake," you whispered.

"Merry Christmas (y/n)."

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #dagger squad #dagger squad shortfics

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darlingpassion · 4 months

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Merry Christmas! ^^ I'm hoping you're asleep now so you see this when you wake up- but if not Merry Early Christmas! XD

Obviously you deserve F/O imagines too ^^ This year has been a big one, getting your license and a car and everything, and I'm so proud of you! Merry Christmas ^^

Imagine spending a cosy Christmas with Tiffany in her trailer <3 You two sit down in front of a little portable heater and a little satellite TV and watch Its a Wonderful Life on free-to-air, your thick-tights-covered legs tangled up together escaping the cold. She makes hot chocolates (with some coffee in them. I remember you like coffee? Forget it if I'm wrong XD) absolutely heaping with fluffy mini marshmallows (And whipped cream, which she brings with her to the TV ^^ 'Splurged for us and got the good, thick stuff! Cuz ya deserve it, sweetface! Merry Christmas, babydoll') and you order in pizza or Chinese food! Its not a traditional Christmas but its you two, and warm feelings, and absolutely no Chucky XD

Imagine spending your first Christmas away from your family, on Captain Silver's ship with your mate, Scroop. You're feeling a little forlorn, missing seeing your grandparents during the season, and he doesn't get it (They don't have such festivities where he comes from- nor such attachments to blood relatives. Just mates.), he might even tease you a little-- BUT, when he learns about the mistletoe tradition he's suddenly very interested~ XD 'So any time that you step under this weed, we have to kiss?~ Hmmmm... '

Imagine spending a fun Christmas in Pleasant Valley with Harper. They have a whole festival for Christmas, and you and him help decorate together. He holds the ladder carefully while you climb up to decorate their giant tree in the centre of town and holds you hand when you're getting down like a gentleman. He lets you set a santa hat on his head (He doesn't quite understand the significance but he sure thinks you're cute), his hands on your waist and a handsome bemused smirk on his face, and keeps it on. He brings your gloves and keeps them in his back pocket until you need them whenever you forget. He uses tinsel to wrap around you waist and draw you closer to him... 'Now Miss Sarah, when're you gonna pay some attention to me, and not that dang tree, huh?... bet they can handle the rest a' this without us, right?'

Imagine spending a quiet Christmas in the store alone with Audrey II. You're humming your favourite Christmas song and putting up some pretty lights while nibbling on christmas cookies (Shortbread with dusted sugar, gingersnaps, sugar cookies with red and green frosting- whatever you like best ^^) and they're watching you with the most rivited, pleased smirk on their big grotesque plant-face. Like this adorable lil bud is all mine!??- hell yes. How'd a shrub like me get so damn lucky? Eventually they have to disturb the peace and wrap a vine around you, guiding you towards his pot and telling you how goddamn cute you are. How sweet. How delicious. How perfect. He's gonna make your christmas the best you ever had- but first he's gonna need to kiss ya on that pretty face ^^

Imagine spending your Christmas asleep in your bed by 6.30, eager to spend it with your rockabilly babe. He's waiting for you, high off the christmas buzz (And his version of eggnog. And the fact that you're here now. And he's own constant buzz), reindeer antler headband on his head and humming a Christmas carol (You can tell he's been rocking out to carols all day long). He immediately catches you and, starting to sing out the lyrics to Baby Its Cold Outside in his own rock & roll style, dances with you a little- dipping you at the end. Of course he had to serenade you, singing to you possibly one of the creepiest Christmas love songs, but it makes you laugh and thats all he was lookin for (; Throughout the rest of the night you get caught by the mistletoe in his pocket multiple times (Your lips start to feel tingly but you're not complaining XD) and drink eggnog you can taste clear as day on his tongue.

Again- Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful relaxing time! ^^

RAHHHHHH I got too obsessed with the Killer Patrol AU last night I completely forgot to answer these!!!

AND I AM STILL DYING OVER THEM!!!

BRO I STILL CAN'T PROPERLY TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE!!!

Harper calling me by name, I gotta say, was what got to me the most XD like- watching my F/O's obsessively is one thing. Thinking about interacting with them is one thing. But them saying my n a m e??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm internally screaming just thinking about it!!! And Harper wrapping tinsel around me?? Pulling me close?? Needing my attention?? wwsdggdfghtdrer7hewwshjhgrwdgyedftrdd4!!!!

And- And Tiffany calling me Babydoll??? AUDREY pulling me close and calling me delicious!?!? SCROOP WANTING KISSES!?!? PARTYING WITH RUSS!?!!? OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!

God I wish I could snuggke this prompts and hold them to my heart!! Thank you so much for this Christmas gift! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

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Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me

Word Count: 2,074

Writers Note: Tis the season well near it, so I decided to get a head start. Also finally let me introduce you to Cecelia's parents! Finally.

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas is around the corner at the Valmos mansion where there's love and a bit of arguing and the Presleys are here can Elvis and Cecelia spread the holiday cheer?

Taglist: If you wanna be tagged let me know!

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Nashville, Tennessee, December 21st, 1957

"Mary Ann, do you think the tree needs more tinsel?" Denise asked her maid. Denise looked back at the woman as she nodded, throwing more of it on the tree,

"Damnit, woman... are you gonna use the whole pack?" coming down the stairs was Alfonso, who only came around for special appearances.

"Are you going to tell me how to put up the damn tree?"

"Well, it is crooked ..."

"You're crooked..." Denise mumbled,

"Cecelia, get your mother...." Alfonso said, straightening out his sweater. "Cecelia... Cecelia, Where's that girl off to now."

"I can't wait to see you either when you get here... My Teddy bear." Cecelia giggled while she was on the phone. She was supposed to be helping keep the peace between her mother and father, but instead, she was prepping dinner for the night. At least, that was her excuse.

"Can't wait to see you either, honey. I'll cover your neck with kisses when I get there."

"And then what else will you do to me," her fingers in the cable of the phone,

"Who's doing what to you..."

"Uh, what else will you do to me to keep my guitar playin' sharp."

"Let me guess, your mother just walked in,"

"Close."

"See you in an hour."

"Sounds perfect." she hung up, her heart racing, "What can I do for you, Daddy?" Cecelia asked, batting her long eyelashes as her father glanced at her, "Your mothers covering that damn tree in tinsel again." he looked at her noticing her flushed-out cheeks and the loved-on look in her eyes,

"Is it the silver or gold?" she questioned,

"Silver, and who was that on the phone?"

"Oh, no one... if it's the silver, just let her have it. That's what I've been doing for 22 years." she shrugged, walking past him,

"Does this no one have a name? Cause you've been talking to no one for quite some time."

"Daddy, if you don't want my mother to have a cow, pair it with these ornaments." the red glass Christmas decorations in hand,

"CECELIA!!!"

"Oh, gotta go,"

In the living room, the radio station had been playing new Christmas hits and some classic ones, but it seemed the radio wanted to be a bit cruel, as she heard.

"Santa, bring my baby back to me..."

Swaying with the music, Cecelia hadn't noticed the in-love smile on her face as she heard Elvis on the radio singing. Her mother playfully rolled her eyes as her father was suspicious.

"What's gotten into you, girl? That damn Elvis Presley bug."

"Elvis has gotten into her..." Midge mumbled, coming from the basement with more decorations. Cecelia shot her a glare as both her parents looked at her,

"Yes, Elvis has gotten into me, the bug for him," Cecelia tried to put on a smile that didn't give too much away.

Her mother knew she and Elvis were close. Denise would even suspect, like anyone else, that they were dating from their many scandalous newspaper photos that she had to keep taking down, but she wouldn't pry yet.

"I just don't get it. Back in our day, we used to dance."

"Oh shit..." Midge mumbled,

"What he's doing ain't dancing, Cilli..."

"Then what do you call it." she laughed,

"Gyration, I mean the way his hips move..." Alfonso grumbled, "Disgrace puttin filth like that on TV."

"I think that filth is just fine..."

"And his hair is too long. Looks like he's trouble."

"Mother!" Cecelia looked at her,

"Midge, am I wrong?"

"No, no, you're not." Midge laughed,

"Well, I get a flip out of his style. Besides, I do what he does but in heels."

"And dresses that leave nothing to the imagination," Alfonso said,

"You could do it better. Now hand Mary Ann another bulb, please."

The winds were howling, and the air was icy cold. Sitting in the pink Cadillac was Gladys, who was in the backseat. Elvis was sitting in the passenger seat with all the different desserts she had made, and Vernon, who was driving. The radio was playing Christmas hits, and they were only two hours away from Nashville,

"So you really like this girl, Son?" Vernon questioned as Elvis took a big sigh.

"Yeh, she makes me all warm and tingly inside."

"Elvis!" Gladys playfully slapped him on the arm.

"Not like that, Mama..." he blushed, "Well, sometimes," he mumbled as Vernon glanced over at him.

"And now a new hit from Cecelia and The Garnets Santa Baby."

Both Gladys and Vernon watched how their son nearly glew at just the mention of her name. Although she had told him, she didn't want him getting himself a girl from the business. Gladys could excuse Cecelia. After all, she was a true lady despite those tight Monroe dresses.

"Come and trim my Christmas tree..."

"And Leave the New Record by Elvis Presley..."

"I really do believe in you..."

"Let's see if you believe in me."

"Ain't she somethin..." he swooned as Gladys laughed a little. She'd never seen her son so lovesick before, and for once, she was okay with it. "So, have you met her folks yet?" Vernon asked as he came back to reality.

"I've met her mother. I don't think she likes me none."

"She's a mother. We're protective over our babies." Gladys winked,

"What about her pa... You met him yet."

"Well, it's complicated with him." Elvis sighed a little,

"Whadya mean, is he dead or something?"

"I'll leave that to her to tell ya."

"Oh, will you get off my ass, Denise!"

"Why does everything have to be a struggle for you!" Denise responded as Cecelia sighed, sitting on the couch.

"You go left, and I go right!"

"Yeah, just how you went right into another woman and left your dau-!"

"WILL YOU TWO STOP IT!" Cecelia then sunk deeper into the couch as they both looked at her,

"Butt out, will you," Alfonso said as she went upstairs to her room, her white falcon nice and polished as she strummed to keep down the noise. Cecelia loved the holidays because it was the only time her family felt like a family. Strumming her guitar, a glimpse of a pink Cadillac caught her eye as it pulled into the double-gated driveway of the mansion.

"Now, who the hell is this..." Alfonso grumbled, walking towards the door, as he saw the pink Cadillac in their driveway. Cecelia came racing down as both Midge and Denise knew who it was. As Manfred, their butler, opened the door, there was Cecelia dressed like Vera-Ellen, hugging.

"ELVIS, YOU MADE IT! Cecelia was wrapped around him tightly as he hugged her back. "Was the trip tiresome? Are you hungry? Are you okay?"

"It's good to see you too." he ruffled her hair.

"Hey, cool it! It took twenty-five minutes to set these curls."

"Eh, don't get so bent about it, mama." he winked as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Are you going to let Mr. Presley in..."

"Mrs. Valmos, nice to see you again,"

"Mhmm." she nodded,

"Hope you don't mind. I bought my baby's with me."

"Babies?"

"His parents." Cecelia smiled, "You'll love 'em, mama. They're swell folks."

"Excuse me?" she mumbled,

Gladys and Vernon had walked in as both parties met eyes,

"Alfonso?"

"Vernon?"

"Gladys!"

"Denise!"

"Anyone else confused?" Elvis asked as Cecelia was holding his other suitcase,

"I've stopped asking questions years ago, sugar," Cecelia mumbled as Elvis laughed,

"So..."

"hmm..." Cecelia blushed, "Got lost in your eyes again." she nudged him as Midge laughed,

"Elvis, your rooms on the left third door, down."Midge smiled,

"You evil little!"

"Cecelia, you didn't tell his parents were Gladys and Vernon?" Denise looked shocked,

"You never asked," she mumbled, her hands on the railing of the steps, Elvis behind her,

"And where are you two going?" Alfonso asked, glaring at them both. Cecelia gulped as Elvis looked at her,

"The music room, our work is never done," she chuckled,

"Mhmm, Well, be down before dinner." he glared, "And keep the door open. I wouldn't want anything to happen."

"Oh, it already has," Elvis mumbled,

"What was that."

"Nothing, sir."

Sitting on her lush bed set, Elvis leaned in and kissed his arm on her back as she put her hand on his chest, "El, wait..."

"What's wrong?"

"Doors open." she went to close it as Elvis looked her up and down,

"Cece... what's really wrong."

"Nothing..."

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos..."

"Okay, so I haven't told them we're together yet, 'cause they've been fightin' non-stop, and it's driving me up a damn wall all day!" she huffed as Elvis kissed her cheek, "So we gotta stay quiet about it?"

"Til the moments, right."

"You're lucky I love you."

"I'm blessed you love me," Elvis was waiting for a kiss as she flopped on her bed face first and screamed into it.

"You o-"

"CECELIA COME HELP MAKE DINNER!"

"AAAAAAAA."

"Kay..."

It was 6:30 p.m., and Cecelia, Gladys, and Denise had finished setting dinner on the table. "Baby, do you want any green beans on your plate?" Cecelia said as Elvis cleared his throat. Both parents looked at them, "Baby, it's a new way we crazy kids are referring to our friends, right baby!" she snapped her finger at Elvis.

"R-Right baby-o." He winked as Gladys and Vernon tried not to laugh. Oh, she was definitely perfect for Elvis,

"So, tell me, Presley, that uh movie Jailhouse Rock, are you really anything like that Vincent fellow... Or are you more like that Deke character."

If there'd been a time that Cecelia wanted to die, now would be it.

"You know... I like to think I got a bit of both in me." he laughed as Denise chimed in,

"A rebel without a cause is what you kids call it?"

"Never did understand that phrase." Vernon laughed as Gladys joined in.

"So Cecelia, tell us about the cover, My Boy Elvis. What made you wanna cover it," Vernon asked as Cecelia felt a hot heat on her like a spotlight,

"Yeah... what made you," Alfonso asked,

"Well, I thought it was a swingin' tune by a swingin' young lady, and uh, as a fan of Elvis and his style. I figured, why not? They call me Lady Elvis anyway. I might as well lean into it." she answered, nearly leaning in to kiss him as Denise noticed.

"Well, I think it's cute," Gladys said.

"Yeah, like a desperate little girl with a crush."

"SO... question time, how'd you all know each other!" Cecelia asked as She turned to face Elvis, her eyes wide as he rubbed his temples.

"Well, it was May 1934 in Tupelo." Vernon started as both Elvis and Cecelia had listened while he was picking off her plate, something the two enjoyed doing to each other, "Just before you both were soon to be born in January." Gladys added, "Still very funny to me." she smiled a bit as if they had all remembered the day,

"We had a tour in Mississippi, and no one would let us stay in any inns cause colored folk couldn't," Alfonso said as he looked at Denise, his hand brushed against hers as she held onto it.

"So we ran into Vernon and Gladys,"

"And we offered our home to you two."

"And we offered to cook." Denise smiled, "We kept in touch until about 1948 and..." Then it hit Denise and Gladys,

"This can't be the same Elvis that came in third place in that-"

"That's him," Vernon said.

"That's not the same Cecelia. Who was a tree as short as a bush!"

"Still am... haven't grown past Junior high, really." she joked.

"But that's our girl." Alfonso and Denise both looked at each other, a look of actual romance as Cecelia and Elvis got an idea in their heads.

"Elvis, would you like to help me with the uh dishes."

"The games coming on soon,"

Cecelia glared,

"Dishes." he smiled, walking into the kitchen,

"Cil... what's going on in that brain of yours."

"How good can you play matchmaker..." Denise asked as Gladys snickered, looking at them in the kitchen

"You want us to matchmake your parents?" Elvis asked,

"They'd make a cute couple." Gladys played along.

"They won't argue," Cecelia smirked,

"I don't know..." Both Elvis and Alfonso said,

"It'll be fun!"

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #new series #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis the pelvis #50s elvis #poc oc x canon #elvispresley #elvis presley fanfiction #christmas fic #cecelia valmos #Spotify

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Get To Know Your BL Mutuals

tagged by @kwonzoshi

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

Old Fashion Cupcake. It came out of nowhere! One random day Viki uploaded the first episode, and was like “You wanna watch an oddly named show from Japan?” and my my my (sing it like Troye Sivan) it hit every sweet spot. The scene that was done all in one sequence?! I’m still there. I’m living in that scene. I only come out because I have to pay bills. I’m going to rewatch it for the 80th time now.

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

It would have been Oh! My Sunshine Night, but it seemed to embrace its messiness (adding more episodes on the day of the finale!) in a way that I love (amnesia?! a murder plot?! a bubble bath?!!!!) so…

Between Us. It’s the same issue I had with Until We Meet Again. I don’t know how Win and Team’s plot is going to carry over for twelve episodes. We keep getting snippets of In and Korn (TW, please), and shots of Dean and Pharm, but we already know their story, so it’s like recycled plot with a new scent. It’s nice to see Dean not so robotic (“fuck off”) and Pharm not being infantilized, but on top of Alphabet Soup’s issues with Prince Charming, a drowning, Manow doing her (keep it up, we love it!), Tul and Wan’s Gameboys moment, baby Santa looking adorable as Wiew, the product placement of what is clearly NOT water, and the daddy issues (actual issues with their father and not Love in the Air daddy issues), I don’t know how this souffle is going to rise. However, it’s not even close to being finished, so I’m excited to watch how it bakes.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

Love Mechanics. I’m trash for VeeMark’s throat grabs. Trash! Vee being a topsy-turvy bisexual who couldn’t get his shit together is the bisexual representation I want. How many bisexuals do we know who have their shit together? Not a damn one. This show is basically a documentary. Then, Mark being the ultimate Sour Patch Kid who is willing to fist fight his father only made the dynamic between a gay and his huge red flag that much better.

Favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

MaxTul are my anything and everything. Korn and Knock. Tan and Bun. Sequels. Prequels. Unconfirmed projects – WHERE IS TRANSPLANT?! It always blows my mind that they are the same age, if not younger than another long-established pair, and came out the gate slutting up our screens. Not even making it a competition, it’s just wild to me that they did the devil’s tango day one, which we see more often now, and held a gun to each other’s head two years ago so DanYok, ToddBlack, KinnPorsche, and VegasPete could fly (I see you HIStory 3: Trapped. Taiwan, you're still my #1). They remind me of a Taiwanese couple with the domestic bliss, the high heat, and the batshit craziness, and I hope they live long and happy lives.

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

To My Star 1 AND 2. Yeah, I wrote that. Not just To My Star, but To My Star 2 as well. The reasons speak for themselves, but just in case, never forget his lip was bleeding.

What's your non-BL favorite for this year?

Our Flag Means Death. I only support the girls, the gays, and the goths, so I was happily surprised that I was, in fact, supporting an entire ship of gays and their support goth with this show about pirates. If you think I’m crazy about colors and symbolism in BLs, imagine me watching this show when Ed started wearing color compared to his usual black and wore Stede’s RED robe after Stede gave him a RED cloth, that Ed placed in his pocket where his heart is because Stede gave him love only to throw it in the wind when…

Let me calm down. This show was glorious, and I’m delighted it got a second season. De. Light. Ed.

So who wants to go next? Tag as many or as few people as you want.

Have to tag the color and location mutuals: @gillianthecat @dribs-and-drabbles @waitmyturtles @sliceduplife @callipigio

#g2ky BL mutuals 2022 #old fashion cupcake #oh! my sunshine night #love mechanics #to my star #maxtul #ofmd

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. We've 8 days left!!

The Real Santa Stalker

Erik's child has beef with Santa Claus, so he has beef with Santa Claus.

Tags: Dadmonger, Erik x Charlie, The Kompound

N'Jada was chosen as the lead in the 1st Grade Christmas musical and Erik was the proud father helping his baby girl learn her solo, singing her through it a line at a time to help with her enunciation.

She was a stickler who liked to do things RIGHT, but sometimes.. like this evening.. her little kid brain didn't align with her overall goal.

"You better watch out! You better not cry! You better not pout, I'm telling you why!"

That was the easy part. She sang that part with her entire chest. The part she had the most trouble with was remembering the order of the verses and-

"Rudy-toot-toot and ruh-papumpum. Day head dolls like tootle'n too. Elegant po and cannycanes too, OH!"

Erik could tell she didn't know what the hell half those words were. She thought she was hittin' it, and he knew that he should've coached her a bit harder because she could take the criticism.. but those lil mistakes were too adorable to correct. He didn't have her bother with written lyrics. When she got older and looked back at the video, she'd probably be irritated, but in the meantime..

"Sing it again Jada?"

It never got old.

"Daddy, why doesn't Santa give homeless kids houses," she asked suddenly out of the blue. Erik's brow ticked as he considered what to say. He didn't bother asking where she heard it. She was a vey smart kid.

"Daddy, I hate Santa Claus," she pouted.

"Well.. Santa gives toys, baby, he doesn't buy houses."

"He could! He could give little kids houses and food instead of toys."

"Baby he runs a toy shop, he would need a real estate license and a food safety license to serve food. It's not that simple."

"But you said Santa is magic and can do anything!"

"He can!" Erik checked for his wife, Charlie, over his shoulder briefly. "He can.." She wasn't there and would be pissed if she heard what he was about to say. "I'll tell you the truth.. sweetheart," he kept his voice low as he was sitting on the floor, at her level. "You know how me and your mom told you.. Santa is real?"

N'Jada's eyes were large as saucers.

"We kinda lied.. only real he is.. is a real BITCH!" He covered her lips with his finger. "But you can't say that, or you'll be on the naughty list.. Okay?"

"I wanna beat his ass," N'Jada jumped, giving the pillow and cushion a sample of those hands." She'd been taking karate for a year. Erik grabbed her hands.

"Damn, Will Smith. What I tell you 'bout that cussin.."

"Mommy's not here," she looked back with a lowered voice.

"Okay.. If mommy hear it, I can't save you," his brows rose.

"Daddy, it's not fair. Santa's not supposed to be mean to little kids just because they don't have money or mommies and daddies."

"Santa is an asshole and I never liked him either. I'm on your side, and Santa deserves to be taught a lesson. I have an idea. No cookies and milk for him this year. That should teach him to be nicer."

"Yeah, and he should say he's sorry."

"You're absolutely right," he poked her belly. "You're so smart."

Charlie had no knowledge of Erik and N'Jada's conversation when she took her daughter with her to the mall in search of gifts for family and friends. N'Jada wanted to ride in the children's train, eat ice cream, share a cinnamon bun with her mom, and shop for toys. She also loved Claire's. Charlie loved how happy she was, dragging her by the hand to look at everything that caught her attention. Then suddenly N'Jada stopped. She stared straight ahead at Santa and his elves and the line of children waiting to talk to him.

"You wanna see Santa?"

Charlie walked N'Jada over and stood with her in line. She didn't seem as excited as last year, but Charlie didn't ask why. She merely kept an eye on her daughter until it was her turn to see Santa and sit beside him. Then she started taking pictures on her phone. N'Jada's curls were freshly defined and put in one high puff. She was dressed in the cutest red plaid jacket, white turtleneck, black skirt, white tights, and black boots. She even had on a sparkly lip gloss that Charlie bought her, so she'd stop playing in mommy's make-up. That was another story.

"Hohoho! And what's your name?" Santa hugged N'Jada and she looked up, torn.

"Santa, why don't you go to poor kids' houses?" she huffed. "NaeNae said she asked for a place to live and you didn't do it, why?"

Santa was wordless, unsure of what to say to this little kid, and Charlie couldn't hear the conversation to intervene.

"Oh, I'm sure NaeNae will.. get a.. place to stay.." He looked clueless about what else to do or say. "That's not for a little one like you to worry about."

"NaeNae is my friend. If you're mean to her, then I don't like you!"

Charlie watched in shock as N'Jada punched Santa in the face, the elves entervening as he kicked him in the knee. Charlie dragged N'Jada away immediately, only stopping once they were four stores away.

"Why would you do that!" Her grip on the small plaid coat was tight, and she was on N'Jada's level ready to shake her lil ass up. "Why?"

"Cuz Santa's a bitch," she whined. Charlie had to calm herself before she reacted. "Santa's supposed to care about all the little kids and he's mean to NaeNae!"

NaeNae was a little girl in N'Jada's class who N'Jada spoke about all the time. NaeNae this, NaeNae that.. Charlie didn't know the full story, but from what she understood, NaeNae and her mom’s living situation was rocky.

"NaeNae wrote a letter to Santa last year for a house for her mom, and Santa didn't do anything."

Charlie understood and nodded. "Sageypoo, Santa isn't in the business of houses.. he only makes toys."

"But you and daddy said he can do anything."

"Within reason.."

This wasn't going well, and Charlie could feel N'Jada's frustration. She didn't understand why Santa wouldn't just do it. A lot of Charlie's clients during therapy struggled with similar questions about God. Why wouldn't he just do it? It was a lot to try and tackle. Charlie called Erik for backup and luckily Erik wasn't physically far away. He was driving and doing shopping of his own and getting his hair cut. He met Charlie and N'Jada at the entrance of the Crate & Barrell.

"Tag me in," he high-fived Charlie, picking up his child and sitting her on his shoulders. "Keep doing what you doing I'm a take this lil gangsta for a walk."

He took N'Jada around the mall and sent Charlie on some errands alone outside of the mall while he kept the child.

"You remember I told you I was on your side," Erik asked as N'Jada hugged his head. "What do you say we send Santa a message about being unfair to kids?"

"Let's find him," she said deviously.

Together, they tracked Santa through the mega-mall and even to the parking decks.

"Get down real quick. I'm a show you how to start a small fire, but you always have to be aware of your exit before you do it and the most important rule.. as it is with everything? Don't get caught."

He pulled off his jacket, and surely there was a gascan tucked away and waiting. He had planned this entire thing for N'Jada to make her feel better unbeknownst to Charlie.

"Never stop fighting for your friends, that's how you make a difference. Sometimes you have to take desperate measures to get shit done. Try it, you shake it."

N'jada poured gas over the jacket, and then her daddy finished it, having her step back as she flipped the lit match.

Santa walked by and instantly freaked out yelling, "FIRE!! FIRE!!"

Erik ran over to him and held him letting N'Jada give him the business with what she learned in karate. When Erik released him, he fell trying to get away and N'Jada rejoiced feeling like she'd gotten the ultimate revenge and her daddy was right there to help her.

They'd avoided cameras. Santa only looked drunk on CCTV and Erik's jacket was easily disposable. He didn't even like that jacket. It was from one of his in-laws and wasn't his style. He'd been itching to trash it or burn it, and this was perfect.

He gave N'Jada a high-five, and together, they walked back into the mall. She had a skip in her step. That's what a daddy was for.. to help do the things mommy wouldn't allow. This would be their little secret and inside joke.

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How To Write A Christmas Song | Danville Dudes

Phineas had the perfect, foolproof plan for getting a solo in the Christmas concert.

He was pretty sure Pip had All I Want For Christmas Is You on lock, and Hunter would kill it at Carol of the Bells. Jeremy would probably snap up Silver Bells, with that deep voice of his. Billy was the obvious choice for Santa Baby, and Sam had already all but claimed Winter Wonderland. There wasn’t much room left on the list, and Phineas would be damned if he had to sing the words “Jack Frost nipping at your nose.” So there was only one thing left to do:

Write an original song!

And if he could rope Jeremy, music extraordinaire into this, then he would be all set. Phineas was okay at music. But he was very good at recognizing talented people around him. So that was what he was doing, showing up at Jeremy’s dorm room door.

“Yo yo yo! Jeremy, my man!” Phineas beamed. “I gotta get your help with something! It’s brilliant, you’re gonna love it!”

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jorrisy · 5 months

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Save this Christmas

December 24 is one of the many days that Bucky fears and despises throughout the year. It's His Birthday. For as long as Bucky can remember, he has hated, hated, absolutely hated him with every fiber of his being. But still not as much as he hated Christmas.

Bucky didn't know who or what caused this burning hatred of what should be «the most wonderful time of the year,» but he hated this fun holiday, gifts, Christmas trees, lights, cold weather, decorations, «Santa» and everything connected with it.

Bucky was sitting in his black leather massage chair, holding croissants and waffles on his lap. He frowned when he heard his phone ring, and reluctantly got up to get it, pouring all the crumbs on himself.

«Hello,» he grumbled into the phone.

— Bucky, buddy! How are you? It's me, Sam. I just wanted to wish you a happy… one second,» Sam stopped, «yes, baby, Santa is married. No, dear, I don't think he has children.

Bucky rolled his eyes. Sam was probably talking to his seven-year-old daughter right now.

— I'll answer any question if you let me finish the call, beautiful. Thanks, honey. Anyway, Bucky, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! And Daniel and the girls wish you well too.

— Thanks, Sam. I appreciate that,» Bucky muttered in a monotone.

— Any time, my friend. Are you going to do something fun today?

— Very funny. You know how much I hate my birthday.

«Come on, Buck. You have to do something today. Maybe you can use the gift card I sent you to buy something for yourself,» Sam suggested.

— Maybe, Sam. Thanks again for the call and for the gift.

— You're welcome, buddy. I hope you have a wonderful day!

Bucky slammed down the phone and exhaled sharply.

Birthday, damn it.

He rubbed his eyes and trudged into the bathroom. He looked at his handsome, young, shaved face in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair.

«You don't look much older, Buck,» he muttered to his reflection, «you still don't look twenty-one.»

He wandered into his bedroom to change into suitable street clothes. He also sprayed cologne on himself before slipping his feet into his Gucci loafers.

He grabbed the TV remote and started aimlessly flipping channels.

«Today, James Barnes's son turns twenty-one. We wish this young millionaire happiness and health on his birthday,» said the host of some shabby gossip show.

Bucky, rolling his eyes, turned off the TV and, grabbing his keys and wallet, left his apartment. He wandered the streets, wondering which store to go to first. He always loved shopping, it was his secret passion.

Bucky had a lot of secrets, but his biggest, secret, juicy one was probably that he was gay. Only the closest relatives knew about it. His father wanted nothing to do with him after learning that his only son loved boys.

— You will ruin my image, the family business. You don't even know who gays are. You're a naive sixteen-year-old boy,» he told him.

As soon as Bucky turned eighteen, he left his parents' apartment and bought his own, which his father would not even notice. He still had access to the family bank account, thanks to his mother, Jay, who loves him no matter who he is.

Bucky finally stopped in front of a London jewelry store and looked through the window before pressing the door handle and entering the store.

He notices a beautiful gold watch in the window and tells the cashier that this is what he wants to buy. Bucky took out the gift card that Sam had given him, but it only covered half the payment, so he handed it to the lady at the checkout along with his credit card.

— Hey, you're Mark's son, right? Mark Barnes? The young brunette at the checkout asked.

Bucky nodded as she handed him his box.

— I only drink your father's wine. It's so good,» the girl opened up.

«Thanks,» Bucky muttered as he left the store.

Past expensive shops, he wanders aimlessly through the streets of London, stopping only when he hears someone singing. A strong, melodious, beautiful, soothing voice. Bucky craned his neck to see where the sound was coming from. It was a young curly-haired guy sitting at the exit of Tiffany &Co., who looked about seventeen years old. Without realizing it, Bucky was attracted to the boy's voice, so he woke up already near him. Many people passed by him, some throwing coins and banknotes. The boy was sitting cross-legged and playing the ukulele «Hey, soul sister» | «Hey, soul mate».

His face was dirty, covered with red marks. His ears were bloody, and there were dark, purple abrasions on his arms and neck. The clothes are torn and cut. And on his slender legs there were many scratches and one sock. His eyes were a bright green color that seemed to hypnotize Bucky.

When the boy finished singing, he looked at Bucky, who slowly clapped his hands.

«Thank you,» he said, flashing a dazzling smile.

«You're very talented,» Bucky heard himself say.

«Thank you,» he blushed.

Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out twenty banknotes.

— Oh, no, please don't! You stopped and listened to me, while the others just walked by. Believe me, it's enough for me that you listened to me sing.

«You have a very beautiful voice,» Bucky admitted sheepishly.

«And I insist,» he added, putting the money in a small basket that stood in front of the boy.

— Thank you very much! I really appreciate it.

— Hmm, if you don't mind, I'll ask you: are you…

— Homeless? Yes,» he frowned, tearing Bucky's heart out.

«But you're just a kid.»

«Hey, I'm eighteen years old,» the boy protested.

«You're still too young to be here alone.» What happened to your parents?

— My father bullied me, and my mother died when I was a child.

Yes, this guy knew how to make Bucky's heart freeze.

— Don't you have any brothers or sisters?

«No,» he replied, scratching his neck.

Bucky rubbed his eyes.

— Do you have a name?

— Steven Grant Rogers. And you?

— James Buchanan Barnes.

— Barnes, Barnes. I think I've heard that name somewhere before,» Steve looked at him, «Oh, yes! I heard people talking about some kind of drink from that Barnes guy.

Bucky shuddered.

— Yes, this is my father.

«Oh, you-» Steve began, but another voice interrupted him.

— Hey, dude, happy Birthday.

Bucky turned around and saw his old school buddy, Clint Barton, walking hand in hand with some tall blonde.

— Thanks, Clint.

He nodded and walked on.

— Is it your birthday today? Steve exclaimed excitedly.

— yes.

— Happy Birthday! It's amazing. How old are you?

«Twenty-one.»

— Really? You look younger.

— Is it good?

«Yes,» Steve smiled cheekily, which made Bucky's cheeks turn red.

— Are you organizing something special?

«No,» Bucky shook his head.

— what? Why? It's your birthday!!! Everyone should do something special on a day like this!

«I hate my birthday,» Bucky muttered under his breath.

— But why?

«I don't know,» Bucky shrugged.

�� What about Christmas? You must love Christmas! Steve's eyes lit up, and innocence oozed out of his voice.

Bucky noticed that he was smiling because of the boy's childish behavior.

— no. I hate Christmas even more than my birthday,» Bucky confessed.

— Oh, Bucky! You don't understand what you're missing! Christmas is an incredible holiday!!! Not even because of the gifts, but because of the people you love. A holiday in which gifts are more pleasant to give than to receive is…» the boy stopped and looked down at the ground, biting his lip, «No one has ever loved me before, but I still love Christmas. I love jewelry, beautiful lights, I like to see love in people, and sometimes I go to this little cafe around the corner that gives me free hot chocolate,» Steve rubbed his eyes, «You know, I've always wondered what it's like to be in love… It looks magical.

— Have you never been in love before?

Steve nodded.

«I think we have something in common,» Bucky smiled, and his cheeks turned pink.

— You are not what they say about you here.

— Do people think I'm pathetic? «What is it?» he asked with a satisfied grin.

— I mean, sometimes I've heard people talking and they don't say very nice things about you.

«Everyone says that, I think,» he sighed.

«Hmm, can I ask you something else?»

«Of course, anything,» Steve reminds me.

— What happened to your other sock?

Steve giggled.

«I know it sounds pretty stupid, I'm just curious…» Bucky's voice trailed off.

— I had shoes, but I grew out of them. And I had two socks until yesterday. I lost it when I was trampled by a crowd of angry shoppers.

Bucky's heart fluttered again. How is it possible that this guy broke his heart in a matter of minutes? He suddenly had the urge to grab Steve in his arms and carry him home, away from this harsh world.

«I'm sorry, Steve.

«It's okay, you didn't do anything,» he smiled weakly in response.

— Steve, I know that we just met and that's it, but you… I do not know… maybe you want to go to my house and maybe have tea with croissants?

Steve's smile widened.

— You know, I'm certainly not that educated, but I don't think I should go to strangers' apartments.

«I just…I can't see you sitting here in this cold,» Bucky admitted shyly.

Steve chuckled.

— I was just joking. That's very nice of you, thank you.

— Well, then. Let's go, shall we?

Steve nodded and slowly stood up, leaning on Bucky's arm to regain his balance.

He was much taller than Bucky, although he looked very tiny when he sat cross-legged.

— Can I buy you a pair of socks? Bucky blurted out, looking at Steve's bare feet.

— No, Bucky. You've done enough for me already.

«Please, Steve. Just one stupid pair of socks for you. Please? Bucky pleaded.

Steve opened his mouth to refuse, but was silenced by Bucky' icy gaze.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Request: The Adults: Eddie Munson- Christmas Morning

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov; Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: Christmas Time, kids during Christmas, Christmas Morning, toddler and baby, (Eddie and Chrissy are aged up), fluff, cuteness, opening gifts, snowing outside. Not a part of the Stranger Things Timeline season 4.

Summary: Christmas Morning is the best day of the year when you have two little ones.

A/n- Firefly-Graphics for dividers

WC- 2.6k

Request Master List // Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List

Christmas 1996

Christmas Eve night had been a crazy one. Parents rushing to wrap the left over presents. Trying desperately to get their children to bed so that they could in fact put the presents out for them. Pretending Santa was harder than it always seemed.

That wasn’t all either. You had to hide all of those special gifts from your kids as all. Finally, our kids second Christmas movie had ended. Our five-year-old daughter Charlotte, had opted to sit in her father's lap for the past two movies and had all but fallen asleep singing along with most of the songs that played on the tv. Our 9-month-old son, was latching on to me, his small hands wrapped around one of my fingers. He was out cold snoring just a little like Eddie did when he was sleeping.

“Charlotte, are you ready for Christmas?” Eddie asked as I started to search for the remote to turn off the tv. “Daddy I’m so excited to get my presents.” Charlotte said with a big yawn passing past her lips. I smiled over at the interaction between the two of them. I was able to find the remote and turn off the tv. Callum our son was heavier when he was asleep, so I went to get up but the weight kept me down on the couch.

“How about we get to bed so Santa can come bring all those presents you’re getting.” Eddie said, setting Charlotte down on the floor. Her Christmas jammies were a bit big on her, but she looked so damn cute. Eddie got up, reaching over to me for Callum. Eddie took Callum, and I got up reach out my hand for Charlottes smaller one.

The four of us walked to their room. Eddie set Callum down in his crib and I walked Charlotte over to her bed. She yawned yet again, and got into bed. Her stuffed animals that surrounded her bed, kept her warm along with the few couple blankets she had on her bed. Eddie came over to us, kissing her forehead “Merry Christmas, baby.” Before he hugged her and stepped back so I could do the same thing.

She closed her eyes and out like a light. Snores from both of our children was the only alert we needed before we slightly shut the door. It was rather late at night for the two of us. Eddie was normally asleep hours ago, with me following not so long behind him. “Merry Christmas Chris.” Eddie said as we went back out to the living room. “Eddie, Merry Christmas.” I said going in for a hug. Eddie was always so warm, and so tall it felt like huge blanket. “Where did we put all their gifts, baby.” Eddie asked me. I laugh in the hug and move to get out of it.

“Behind the couch. You know where the kids wouldn’t go looking.” With a shake of his head. He was moving to get behind the couch. Everything was put into bags. Less chance of the kiddos getting to the presents if they wouldn’t see them. Four bags Eddie pulled out from behind the couch. Everything already wrapped besides a few new things we had gotten in the past few days for the kids and each other.

While Eddie put the wrapped things underneath the tree, I grabbed the wrapping paper, scissors, and the tape. It looked just like what my Christmas had always been. Many gifts with every one of them having such a great meaning behind them. “There’s just a few that need to be wrapped, sweetheart.” Eddie said, the pile of gifts growing with every present.

Eddie and I both knew that for the kids it wasn’t really about what got, but rather the tearing into the gifts. Charlottes first Christmas she was only six months old and she didn’t care about any of the gifts she cared about the paper and the boxes that everything came in. We assumed that Callum would be the same way, too young to understand that the gifts that were in the boxes, and the paper was what was to be played with.

This would be Charlottes third Christmas and Callum's first. Eddie had told me on our first Christmas married that he had a hard time with the idea of getting gifts, but he loved giving them. He loved that he was able to afford and give his wife the best things she deserved, then when I was pregnant Charlotte, he grew to love Christmas a little more. Adding another only made Eddies heart grow a little bit more.

I wrapped the gifts that were left over as Eddie finished setting out the gifts under the tree. “Eddie, should we eat the cookies that you and Charlotte made?” I asked. I had watched the two of them make the cookies. “To be honest I saw Char, get a little heavy handed with the flour and sugar.” I said looking over at Eddie. He was sitting crisscross on the floor, curly black hair put into a low bun. His expression was just as I excepted. “How about we just tear a piece off and throw in to the trash.” he said with a small laugh. “You think it’s that bad.” I spoke.

Looking over to the tray that had the milk and cookie on it. “Shit, we need to write a note from Santa.” I said, “How about this Eds, I’ll see if the cookies are edible, and deal with that. You can write a note for both the kids.” I suggested. Eddie smiled, “If you dare to see if the cookies are good go for its baby. I’ll write the note.” He said before getting up and kissing my forehead. Going over into the desk he dragged a few pieces of white paper out, and I got up dropping the wrapped presents under the tree.

As Eddie wrote, his handwriting fancier then mine. I looked down at the cookie. Somewhere in the shape of stars, trees, and snowman. So cute, the earlier events replaying in my head. Her giggles and Eddies encouraging words. I smiled and reached down grabbing a cookie. It wasn’t bad, so I took another bite and I was hit with a rush of sugar in my mouth. “Definitely a lot of sugar, eds.” I said with a mouth stuffed of cookie. I heard him laugh.

I set down the cookie, “Come over here, and eat a cookie baby.” I said, “No... No, you just said it was hyped up with sugar. I don’t need a sugar rush before bed doll.” Eddie said, still he was writing. I sipped at the glass of milk, and grabbed a cookie. Walking over to him “Can I at least have a kiss from you again.” I said, he turned to say of course I just had to shoving the cookie in his mouth.

His eyes blow out with shock, and he coughed a bit at the inhale of sprinkles and sugar. In a muffled voice I heard the little “Chrissy” Mumbled by cookie. Then his face changed, from shock to contentment, and back to shock. He swallowed what he had eaten. “Damn that’s not bad.” He spoke. I laughed. “See I told you so, are you almost writing those notes. I wanna get some rest before Char is coming in to wake us up.” I say as I look over his shoulder. Handwriting perfectly written out.

“Yeah, do you wanna read it, or do you want me to read it off for you.” Eddie said. I thought for only a second. I love Eds voice, so calm and sweet like honey. “Yes, read it out to me.” I spoke. I moved, to stand next to me but I was dragged into his lap. So, there we sat. He read out the letter to me, both even though we both know that Callum won’t understand or care about it.

After that Eddie and I put the note within their stocking on the mantle. In fuzzy socks we traveled back to our bed. The bed was made from the morning, and the thousands of tiny pillows that Eddie complained about were thrown off the bed. Eddie stripped off his t-shirt, and got underneath the covers. His tone chest was all I saw before I slipped the lights off and got under the sheets.

We fell asleep tangled together. When we woke up the next morning it was to a jumpy toddler on our bed. “Mama, Papa, Wake up... It’s mornin time.” She said bouncing on our bed. Eddie was always groggy in the off days he had no work. I on the other hand was up in the later days with the Callum, used to the crazy jumping alerts that came with both kids.

Shaking Eddie awake Charlotte hung over him. Her faces inches from his, and when he opened his eyes, the smile on his face grew for his daughter in front of him. “Good Mornin’ love bug, are you excited?” Eddie asked, his hands coming to support her tiny body. “Duh Papa, Can I go wakes up Callum with you now?” She begged Eddie, “Let me think.” Eddie said to our daughter he closed his eyes and had a pensive look on his face. Charlotte was a lot like Eddie, dark flowing curls that now at the age of 2 came down to her ears. Just like Eddie she was impatient as all hell. “Papa are you almost done thinkting yet?” She questioned him. I couldn’t help but laugh at my husband and daughters' interaction with each other.

Finally, an answer from Eddie, “Fine we must get Callum up, but you have to help with him, okay?” Eddie said as he curled a piece of her hair around his finger. “Yay, papa.” She screamed. Eddie blinked his eyes a couple of time before telling Charlotte to move from her spot-on top of his so he was able to get up. I on the other hand was already up and out of bed, getting a warmer set of clothes on. Eddie and I locked eyes from across the bed. “Morning baby.” he said his voice still a little deep with sleep. “Morning Eds.” I returned back, with a warm smile on my face. As Eddie and Charlotte went to leave the room, I was brought into the first kiss of the day.

A warm and soft lips coming to press into mine. His hand gently coming up to my cheek cupping it. A rather romantic touch as Eddie was forced to pull away as our daughter tugged him in the direction of her room to awake her brother.

For me I stayed in the same spot for a moment. Stuck in the love-struck way I had felt in my bones. Eddie’s touch on my neck, and his lips on mine. I shook myself away from the thoughts, and on forward. Coffee was the first step of this morning.

Coffee was brewing when an excited daughter, and a tired toddler came out of the hallway with their father. Callum in Eddies arms, and Charlotte her pjs had been fixed as she eyes the lite up Christmas tree. “Can I have pancakes mama?” She asked, I bent down the coffee finally down brewing. “Of course, Char!” I said kissing her forehead lightly. Eddie when I looked up had fixed Callum in his seat. “Whatever must Callum want.” I said, turning over and looking at my husband.

“Hm, I’m sure that Callum would love some of those pancakes, along with me.” Eddie said to me. I giggled, my blonde hair in a loose bun on top my head. I was sure to make us two cups of coffee. Pouring each with Eddies arms wrapped around my waist. A kiss on my neck and cheek. Smiling I set a cup on the table for Eddie.

Morning breakfast was served and I cut up Charlottes pancakes for her, and Eddie sat down next to Callum to feed him. Tiny bits of pancakes smeared in syrup. I watched as Charlotte ate her foods like she hadn’t been feed in years. Callum was trying to take the tiny spork away from his father's grasps. I sat down on the couch.

The tree glow still even in the early morning. The second that Charlotte was done eating she jumped from her chair and was down in front of me. “Can we open presents now?” She asked. Her blue eyes large under the rest of her expression. The only thing she gained from me. Her eyes, so pretty and beautiful. Looked over at Eddie. “Can she?” I asked him. I didn’t want to start without Eddie or Callum.

“Give Callum and I a few second love bug.” Eddie said looking down at our daughter. She frowned but jumped up on the couch with me. “Can we watch the tv, for waiting for papa and callum?” She asked me, I smiled down at her, wrapping my arm around her. “Of course, baby.” I said, taking the remote and turning the tv on. A cartoon already playing kept Charlottes attention until Callum is done eating, and Eddie comes back with Callum in a pair of pjs.

Eddie sat Callum down on the floor, Charlotte moving down onto the floor to stay next to her younger brother. Eddie moved to sit down next to me. His cup of coffee sitting on the side table. “Alright kiddos. How about we open some Christmas presents from Santa.” Eddie said moving a present in front of Charlotte and Callum.

With Callum only being nine months old, it was harder for him to unwrap gifts, or really understand any of the concepts of Christmas. Charlotte on the other side, was ripping into presents. Showing them off to her younger brother, and us. Smiling about each gift. The pile grew with each gift that was unwrapped.

Along with Callum gift. He wasn’t sure of some of them, but most were stuffed animals. Some puzzle games that were larger than normal. With the gifts under the tree dwelling down, only a few were left behind. “Char, can you hand papa the gift back there.” Eddie said pointing towards the back of the tree.

“Here you go papa” Char said to Eddie. Wrapped together was a small long box with a bow tied around the box. “Merry Christmas Chris.” Eddie said handing me the wrapped gift. “Oh eds.” I said before tearing into the wrapping paper. When I open the box and the wrapping paper was thrown around the seat. I moved everything out of my way. Before opening the long velvet box, I looked over at Eddie.

“What did you buy?” I questioned him.

“Just open it Chrissy.” He said to me, I opened the box, and when I looked down it was a beautiful gold chain. With the date of our marriage and the last name Munson in cursive. “Aw, Eddie it’s prefect. I said to him. Tears had started to form in my eye. “Do you want to wear it now or later?” Eddie asked me. “Now, please.” I answered handing him the box back before moving the strained hairs out of his way.

With the clasp of the lock in place Eddie pressed a sweet kiss to my exposed neck. “I love you sweetie.” He said against my skin. “Oh Eddie, I love you too.” I turned and kissed him. This kiss instead of this morning's kiss was long and meaningful without being interrupted by the children. His soft lips pressed against mine, as we molded together for what seemed like the first time.

When we pulled away from each other I asked Eddie if he wanted his gift now or later. He said later with a wink before we returned our attention to the kids on the floor. Paper all over the place but a happy feeling was placed in my heart, as Eddie intertwined out finger together.

“Merry Christmas” We both said to the kids.

Completed on: 01/05/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

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