"It's Christmas!" Nate Novarro squealed, clasping his hands together excitedly. Alex Suarez groaned, and turned on the light, "I was finally drifting off to sleep, you know."
"Sorry," Nate pouted apologetically, "But it's Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, go to sleep."
"Alex."
Alex sighed, and sat up. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and kissed him on the cheek, "Merry Christmas, I love you, but you can go to sleep, you know? There's twenty four hours of Christmas to go. Besides, Santa won't come if you're awake."
"Shut up," Nate smiled, but curled up next to Alex as they both lay down again and turned off the light.
"Alex?"
"Hmm?"
"Merry Christmas."
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When Max Green awoke it was still dark outside, and the bed next to him was empty. A soft glow was filtering under the door. Max climbed out of bed and wandered into the living room, where Ronnie Radke was sitting on the couch, watching TV on mute.
"Hey," Max smiled, sitting next to him, "Merry Christmas."
"Back at you," Ronnie responded, "Did I wake you?"
"No. What's up?"
"Couldn't sleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
Max squeezed Ronnie's hand, then stood up, "I'm going to make some coffee, want some?"
"You don't have to stay up with me, you know," Ronnie protested.
"I know," Max shrugged, "I think we have some cake left, as well."
Ronnie sighed in adoration, "I fucking love you, Maxwell Green."
"I know," Max repeated, "I love you too."
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"Wake up, it's Christmas!" Brendon Urie exclaimed, bouncing on the end of his roommates bed.
"Get off," Shane Valdez groaned, "Ryan, help me."
Ryan Ross lent against the doorframe, amused, "Nope, he's your roommate."
"He's your boyfriend!"
"So?"
"Christmas!" Brendon cried, "A day to exchange gifts and sing Christmas carols while baking festive foods and drink eggnog and play in the snow."
"It doesn't snow here," Shane pointed out.
"Then I'll make it snow," Brendon giggled, and raced out of Shane's bedroom.
"You do that," Shane muttered, until he suddenly registered just what Brendon had said, "Wait, what?"
Ryan smiled, then joined Brendon in the living room. The vocalist was dancing around, throwing silver glitter into the air, "Look Ryan, snow!"
Ryan laughed, then grabbed Brendon's arm, spinning them in circles until they collapsed on the glitter covered floor.
"Merry Christmas, B," he whispered.
"Merry Christmas," Brendon smiled, and kissed Ryan softly.
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"Do you want to get out of bed?" Jon Walker asked.
Spencer Smith shook his head sleepily, "Maybe later."
At that moment, the phone started to ring. Spencer chuckled, "What's the bet that that's Brendon?"
Jon just smiled, then answered the phone, "Hello? Hi B, Merry Christmas to you too."
"Told you," Spencer smirked, then rested his head on Jon's chest. Jon just smiled again, and reached up to affectionately play with Spencer's hair.
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Alex Gaskarth walked into his kitchen to find Jack Barakat lying in a seductive pose on the kitchen table, wearing nothing but a red bow tie and a santa hat. He was holding a can of whipped cream in one hand. Alex raised an eyebrow, "What the hell?"
"Hey baby," Jack smirked, shaking the can of whipped cream, "Let's make it snow."
"Jack Barakat, you are a sex god," Alex managed to reply, before crawling onto the table, hovering over Jack. Jack propped himself up on his elbows, and pecked Alex's lips, "Merry Christmas, now lose the pants."
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When Gerard Way awoke, he was greeted by Frank Iero forcefully kissing him.
"Mmmpf?" Gerard asked.
"Mistletoe," Frank stated smugly. Gerard looked up, only to find that Frank had taped a huge clump of mistletoe to the wall above their bed.
"See, now as long as we're in bed, you have to kiss me," Frank beamed. Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, "I can live with that."
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"Get up," Mason Musso demanded, walking back into the bedroom for the fifth time.
"No," Trace Cyrus replied automatically.
"Yes! We have to have lunch with the family… both our families."
"Tell them I'm sick."
"Trace!"
Trace peaked out from under the bedsheets, "Please?"
Mason sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Trace's forehead, "It's only a few hours, then we can come home and do whatever you want."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Trace bit his lip, then climbed out of bed, "Fine, but if Dad starts singing, I'm killing someone."
Mason laughed, "Deal."
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Victoria Asher walk out of the bathroom, holding the plastic stick in one hand. Ryland Blackington looked at her, almost overcome with nervousness, "Well? What's it say?"
"Uh…" Victoria sounded uncertain, "Positive?"
"You're pregnant?"
"Yeah."
There was a brief moment where neither of them moved, but that was quickly ended by Ryland letting out a cry of joy and wrapping his arms around Victoria, "You're pregnant!"
"I know," Victoria smiled.
"Let's call it Guy Ripley Junior!"
"Let's not."
Ryland just squealed again, still hugging Victoria as he suddenly realised, "Oh. It's Christmas."
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"We brought presents," Alex Johnson announced as he and Alex Marshall walked into Cash Colligan's place. Cash and Singer exchanged a worried glance, and Marshall handed Singer a large box with holes, "Merry Christmas."
"Open it!" Johnson urged.
Cash lifted the lid off the box to reveal two puppies, curled up together and fast asleep. One was completely black, while the other was an orangey golden colour.
"Oh my God," Singer gasped.
"We named them, I hope you don't mind," Johnson smiled.
"The black one is Pete Junior," Marshall added, "And the orange one is Patrick Junior."
"Oh, they're adorable," Cash beamed, "I love them, can we keep them?"
"That is generally the point of a gift, yes," Marshall laughed.
"We have proteges," Singer whispered fondly, and kissed Cash on the cheek.
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"I'm still not over the fact that Australia is hot at Christmas time," David commented.
"Too weird for you?" Dan laughed.
"Nope, not at all," David smiled, resting his head against Dan's shoulder, "You know what we should do?"
"What?"
"We should have a picnic on the beach and eat ice-cream."
Dan kissed the top of David's head, "Sounds perfect."
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"You're such a kid," Matt Good laughed. He'd spent the last hour watching Sonny Moore rearrange the decorations on their tree.
"It's exciting," Sonny replied. Matt flicked the fairy lights on, and Sonny scowled at him, "I'm not done!"
"Yes, you are," Matt pouted, and lay down under the tree, "Come cuddle me?"
"Now who's a kid?" Sonny replied, but did as requested anyway. As he snuggled down into Matt's embrace, Sonny asked, "If you're under the tree, does that make you a present?"
"Maybe."
"Can I unwrap you?"
"Also maybe."
Sonny giggled, then grabbed some tinsel from the tree and shoved it in Matt's face.
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"I miss you," Mikey Way pouted, "Come home now."
"I miss you too, babe," Adam Lazzara's voice filtered down the phone line.
"Your tour sucks, it's Christmas."
"I know…" Adam paused, "On the upside, I got you a really kick ass present."
"Really?" Mikey demanded excitedly, "What is it?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"Bitch."
Adam chuckled, "Just two more weeks, then I'll be home."
Mikey smiled, "I can't wait."
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Sisky looked out the window as the snow floated to the ground outside.
"Best idea ever," Butcher smiled, joining him. Sisky smiled back, "Agreed. I want to go outside and make snow angels and snowmen, then have a snowball fight until we can't feel our fingers and toes from the cold. Then I want to come back inside and cuddle in front of a fire with hot chocolates and a blanket."
"I take it back," Butcher laughed, "THAT was the best idea ever."
Sisky took Butcher's hand and tugged him towards the doorway, "Quick, before it stops snowing."
The pair made their way into the cold, and Sisky kissed Butcher on the tip of his nose.
"Tag, you're it," he giggled, then bounced away. Butcher laughed to himself, then raced after Sisky.
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"We should go on holiday together," Josh Franceschi stated. Max Helyer looked at him curiously, "A holiday."
"Yeah!" Josh continued, "We should go somewhere together, just the two of us. It'll be fun."
"Well, I do still owe you a trip to Spain," Max mused, "Sure, why not? Let's go."
Josh grinned brightly, and kissed Max on the cheek, "You're cute."
Max blushed, "Back at you."
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Curtis Ward and Oli Sykes were sitting on the couch watching a kids movie when Tom walked in. At the site of the pair snuggled together Tom smiled, and snapped a picture of them, the flash alerting them to his presence.
"A little warning, next time?" Curtis frowned.
"You two are so precious," Tom smirked, "I'm going to frame that one."
"Come here," Oli said, pulling Tom onto the couch with them and ruffling his hair, "There, now we're one big happy family."
Curtis laughed, and kissed Oli lightly.
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"I wrote you a song," Pete Wentz announced, handing Patrick Stump a bunch of papers. Patrick raised his eyebrows, "Won't our fans get sick of you writing mushy songs just for me?"
"It started as a song," Pete continued, ignoring Patrick, "Then it turned into a poem-y list-y thing. Anyway, just read?"
Patrick read over the papers, then frowned, "Are… you proposing?"
"Amongst other things," Pete shrugged, "I'm also telling you how much I love you. And that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have your babies."
"I thought I was the 'mother'?"
"Whatever, I'm not fussy. Oh, and I got you this…" Pete handed Patrick a black hat with the word 'Peterick' embroidered onto it in rainbow letters, "Merry Christmas."
"I'm not wearing that outside the house," Patrick stated. Pete smirked, and kissed him quickly, "Good."
Patrick blushed, "Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too, 'Trick."
"Oh, and Pete?"
"Hmm?"
"The answers yes."
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Quinn Allman stood in the doorway of Bert McCracken's living room, watching as his boyfriend played the piano, unaware of his presence. When he'd finished the piece he just sat there, looking at his fingers resting on the keys.
"You still play beautifully," Quinn stated. Bert jumped, then turned to face Quinn, "I was just waiting for you to get your lazy ass over here."
Quinn giggled, then sat at the piano next to Bert, "You and me, Heart and Soul. Let's do this."
Bert kissed Quinn on the cheek, then started the song.
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"Put a suit on," Wil Francis demanded suddenly. Nick Wiggins frowned, "Why?"
"We're going to have a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant and you will enjoy it, okay?"
Nick laughed, "Why wouldn't I enjoy it?"
"I don't know," Wil pouted, "I just got the sudden urge to dress up and go out, you know?"
"Lets go get changed, then," Nick smiled, and grabbed Wil's hand.
"You're the greatest," Wil beamed.
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As the movie credits began to roll, Garrett Nickelsen looked down only to find that Pat Kirch had fallen asleep in his lap. He smiled to himself, brushed the hair from Pat's face and kissed him on the forehead. Pat's eyes fluttered open, and he yawned, "Shit, I fell asleep. What happened at the end?"
"They died in a cute, cliched, romantic way," Garrett replied.
"Aww," Pat sighed, "Downer."
Garrett kissed Pat's lips lightly, "C'mon, bed time."
"M'kay," Pat said sleepily, standing up, "I had a good day."
"Me too," Garrett smiled.
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"I brought ice-cream," Gabe Saporta announced as he climbed through the window and onto William Beckett's roof.
"Chocolate?" William asked hopefully.
"Even better," Gabe smirked, "Chocolate chip with chocolate fudge swirls."
William sighed in contentment, wrapping his arms around Gabe as soon as he'd taken a seat. They were silent for a long time, until Gabe commented, "i wish you could see more stars tonight."
"One day we'll have our own house where the stars shine brightest, and there'll be a pretty little wilderness surrounding it," William informed him.
"And we'll eat chocolate ice-cream every night, and I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, in Spanish, of course," Gabe added.
"And we'll have two kids-"
"A boy and a girl-"
"Who'll be super musicians-"
"And really tall-"
"And speak Spanish."
Gabe smiled, and kissed William's cheek, "Or something like that."
"Something like that," William agreed.
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Caleb Turman scooted closer to Kyle Burns, and kissed his neck softly. Kyle murmured, "Don't do that."
Caleb kissed the same spot again, "Don't do what?"
"That."
"This?" Caleb kissed the spot for a third time.
"Yes, stop!"
"Don't want to," Caleb smirked, and slipped his hand under Kyle's shirt.
"What's gotten into you?" Kyle laughed.
"It's Christmas and I love you."
"Oh," Kyle kissed Caleb, "I can work with that."
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Jeph Howard turned the light off, and Dan Whitesides immediately snuggled against him, "Best Christmas ever."
"Agreed," Jeph smiled.
"I'm so tired, I could sleep forever."
As if on cue, a faint crying could be heard from the baby monitor next to Jeph.
"It's okay, I'll go," Jeph said as Dan began to get up.
"You sure?" Dan asked. Jeph kissed him on the forehead, "Positive. You go to sleep."
"I love you," Dan murmured sleepily.
Jeph walked out of the room and into the nursery next door. He picked up the small, baby girl, who immediately stopped crying once in Jeph's arms.
"There you go, princess," he cooed, "Merry Christmas."
His voice carried over the monitor, and back in the bedroom Dan couldn't help but smile.
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"It's almost midnight," Ian Watkins said, "You can go to sleep, you know."
"No," Sean Smith shook his head stubbornly, "I wanted to be awake for the entire twenty-four hours of Christmas, and so help me, I will be!"
"You're going to sleep all day tomorrow," Ian pointed out. Sean pouted, "I hate sleeping."
"Why, babe?"
Sean snuggled up to Ian, nuzzling his nose into Ian's neck, "When I'm asleep I'm not with you."
"Hopeless romantic," Ian grinned, then turned and kissed Sean slowly and deeply. Sean smiled into the kiss, and tried to move even closer to Ian.
"You know this is our first Christmas as a married couple?" Sean whispered.
"I am well aware of that," Ian responded, "I love you, beautiful boy."
Sean giggled goofily, "My gorgeous husband."
Ian kissed Sean on the tip of his nose, then glanced at the clock, "Okay, it's now midnight and no longer Christmas. You can go to sleep."
"Promise you'll still be here when I wake up?"
"Every morning for the rest of our lives."
Sean grinned brightly, satisfied with the answer, and settled down in Ian's arms, "Love you."
"Sweet dreams," Ian whispered lovingly. He kissed Sean's forehead, then turned off the light.
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Merry Christmas, guys! I love you all!
[Authors Notes: For all of you who made writing Gay Up! worth it; for all of you who waited for almost two years as I constantly missed my deadlines and put off updating the story; for all of you who messaged me, and even those who didn't; for every single reader, be you fanatics, critics or somewhere in-between: this is my gift to you. I can't really do much for you, but the one thing I have is my words, so I hope you'll accept this fluffy, cheesy Gay Up! Special filled with obscure references to previous episodes, and remember that I love every single one of you. It's been a hell of a ride, but I couldn't have done it without you.
Now this is really, truly the final Gay Up! piece I will write. It's finished forever. I won't be writing Season 2, even though I promised one. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but it's no longer something I want to do. I want to leave Gay Up! as it is. I hope you understand.
I'm taking a break to concentrate on two very different writing projects; long term ones of my own, original invention. I probably won't be on Quizilla very often. However, I am a sucker for flattery, so if you want to message me I'm not going to complain. I may do the occasional one shot, but to be honest: I'm getting old and starting university soon, I'm feeling the need to move away from fanfiction and start concentration on my own stories. However, if you want to keep in contact/stalk me, I hang out here most days; rosalynscott.tumblr.com
So, once again, thank you all for making my Gay Up! journey so enjoyable, so memorable, and so very, very worthwhile. I won't ever forget this. I love you all with all my heart. Thank you x infinity and beyond.]
