[I get called The Grinch around christmas time every year so i thought i (for once) do something for my dear followers for a holiday since i kinda forget to every other time]
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"Christmas!"
"Frankie, no-"
"Frankie, yes!" My boyfriend insists, getting onto his tippy-toes and putting a Santa Claus hat on my head. Then, he rushes off and back into the hallway.
With a sigh, I fix the hat so it doesn't lean to the side anymore and stroll after him. "Is that-"
"Watch out!" He says, walking down the stairs with a big cardboard box in front of his chest and for a moment, I was scared he'd fall. In the next, he is already standing in front of me at the bottom of the stairs, a grin on his face. "It's Christmas, Gee!" With those words and those words only, he marches back into the living room and sets the box down on the couch. Immediately, he opens it and dives inside and I thought he'd disappear in all the glitter, Christmas lights, and Christmas tree decorations. "What did you wanna say?"
I sigh again and lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Is all of this really necessary?"
"Yes," Frank says, pulling some colorful Christmas lights out of the box and untangling them as if it is a sport in the Olympics and he's the unbeaten champion in Christmas Lights Untangling. "Come on, cheer up a bit!" He grins when I only frown and comes over to me, wrapping the lights around my shoulders.
"Frank," I sigh, rolling my eyes when he simply keeps going and hums a light tune, "I'm just not in a very Christmas-y mood, okay?"
Frank puts a fake-pout on as he drapes the lights over my Christmas hat. "But why not, honey?"
"Winter is such a depressing season-"
"You only see the depressing things," he corrects and I shoot him a look. Shrinking into himself a bit, he averts his eyes, "sorry."
"I just-" I huff and take the lights down from my head, giving them my attention instead of my own complaints, "I don't know what people see in Christmas."
Frank hums and I feel that he was a bit farther away than he had been before but I don't really care. "You never celebrated Christmas when you were a kid, did you?"
"No," I trail off at the end, "but that's not necessarily a bad thing, you know" I frown at the Christmas lights in my hands, slowly unwrapping them from around my shoulders and arms, "I never had this- this pressure of having to buy things for other people and having to go out and play in the snow and having snowball fights with other kids I was scared of, anyway. It made everything easier for me, somehow, I guess."
"But you're not a kid anymore," Frank points out and I hum, "which is not necessarily a bad thing, either, 'cause you now can do whatever you want. You moved out, you started a new chapter of your life--with me--and this is the first Christmas we spend together. We can create new traditions. Neither of us has to keep the old ones."
"And here you are, trying to talk me into buying a Christmas tree," I deadpan, stepping out of the lights, "you're not making any sense, Frank."
"I do, you just put words into my mouth I never said," he shoots back, "I'm not trying to talk you into buying a Christmas tree, it's just one of the traditions I do want to keep and asked you if it would be okay for you. Now, stop your pouting and look at this shit."
Finally, I lift my head; Frank stands in front of me, the biggest grin on his face I've ever seen. Behind him on the window sill is an entire village out of porcelain: in each of the houses is a candle, brightening the entire room when he flicks the light out. Only then, I notice the Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling, just short enough so you wouldn't walk right into them. On the commode which our TV stands on are a few, short Christmas trees with glitter and other decorations, glistening and glimmering in the pale light.
"Woah," I marvel, looking around the room once more, "this is awesome, Frankie."
"See?" He smiles, walking over and gently taking the Christmas lights out of my hands before he meets my eyes. "Christmas isn't all bad. And it's not about the presents or how many fairy lights you have or how tall the tree is. It's about the people you spend it with and how important they are to you and you to them."
With a sigh, my expression softens and I release a lot of tension, letting my shoulders down in their usual slouch.
"And I'm more than happy to spend Christmas with you even though," he tugs at my hat a bit, "you are a lot like The Grinch." When I roll my eyes, he snickers. "I was just kidding."
"Sure," I say, over sarcastically, of course, "but, honestly, do we have to do that much?"
"What, this?" He repeats, gesturing vaguely around our living room and I nod. "Oh, this is nothing. You should see my parent's house on Christmas, it's so much worse, they have, like, a reindeer in their yard-"
"You know what," I cut him off, "I also am happy to spend Christmas with you. I mean," I glance down at the Christmas lights still in his hand, "I don't really believe in God or anything. But you're right. Christmas is about spending time with loved ones. And I'm doing that this year."
Frank's grin spreads even wider and he lifts his hand with the lights. "You wanna help me put those on our roof?"
"Ugh, do we have to-"
"Yes."
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Frerard OneShots (finished)
FanfictionSome oneshots people might enjoy. You'll find anything but mostly fluff in here !finished august 2nd 2021! i started this in february 2019 and the first few ones arent the best but i've gotten better at writing so if you start reading and dont like...