Tyrus One-Shots

Eyes Locked, Hands Locked

Everything is alright, which is what he keeps telling himself. It all had to be perfect, why wouldn't it be? It's not like today is anything important, only their first Christmas as an official couple. Maybe Cyrus is fine, or maybe he's completely losing it while keeping a calm expression. Can anyone blame him? He finally gets his first boyfriend, in which they are in their fifth month together which is longer than he expected, and with an older boy. Well only a year older but it still counts. Ever since they made it official on that bench, Cyrus had been trying his best to make sure everything is perfect, because TJ's perfect. The boy is great with kids, an amazing athlete, and is improving his math grade thanks to Cyrus' tutoring. It amazes Cyrus that TJ would want to be with him for this long, even after meeting his family and fully seeing what his life is outside of school. However, Cyrus has had moments where he paranoid himself with the thought of TJ dumping him due to being too boring and excessive with his planning. Heck, even today might push TJ to the limit and decide to end things. The only thing keeping Cyrus calm is the concept of Christmas is suppose to be about the spectacle, and thinking that TJ isn't capable of breaking up with him on Christmas, but perhaps the next day.

Cyrus is currently finishing decorating the living room of his father's house since it is his weekend with him. Some might say it's sad he can't spend the holiday with all his parents, but he didn't really mind, since they don't even usually celebrate it. Although it took a lot of convincing, his father agreed to let him put up a Christmas tree and other items because he knows how much TJ means to him. What he didn't know was how expensive Christmas is. From ornaments, tinsel, lights, to even presents, Christmas has to be one of the most expensive holidays. To help cover the cost of the goods, Cyrus had extra Bar Mitzvah money saved up to help pay. Cyrus didn't mind spending what he would have spent on college because college can wait, love can't.

Placing the last few ornaments on the tree, Cyrus takes a step back to admire his work. He smiles simply realizing why people overhype this holiday above the others. It's about the creativity, the beauty, the sense of accomplishment after spending hours setting up decorations and wrapping presents. He takes a looking at the specialized ornaments he either bought or made for his friends. A yin yang symbol for Andi, lightning bolt for Jonah, a basketball with the female symbol for Buffy, Marty gets a salt shaker, Amber got a roller skate one, and finally for the best boyfriend ever a piano with a rainbow keyboard. The tree itself is filled up with lights that are in rainbow order, Jewish themed ornaments, and the tree topper is Baby Yoda holding the LGBT flag. He then recounts the presents making sure each friend has one under the tree. He nearly chokes when he sees that the most important one is missing, which is TJ's. He frantically, yet carefully, tosses the others to the side to check in the very back. Still not there. He stands back up and calms himself before he totally losses it. The last thing he needs is to lose his cool before the most important moment of his relationship, so he uses the tips his parents uses on their clients to revert to his normal state. He doesn't want today to be ruined, and also stress doesn't go with his outfit.

Moments later a knock on the front door rings throughout the house, followed by the loud chatter from outside. Cyrus, finally reverted back to his calm yet nervous state of mind, runs to the door and practically breaks the hinges from his strength. He sees all his friends gathered around on the front porch, each holding a sack of gifts. Cyrus invites them all inside and tells them to seat themselves anywhere in the living room.

TJ is the last one of the group. He stops in the middle of the door frame, barely four inches away from Cyrus. He takes his hand and places it on his boyfriend's shoulder. He rubs it down until he reaches his hand, which he then holds. He uses his other hand to brush Cyrus' hair out of his eyes and push it to the side. He smiles the says, "Merry Christmas, Muffin. Or should I say Happy Hanukkah? What about Feliz Christmukkah? I don't know what to do, maybe I should stop talking."