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Merry Christmas to everyone who's celebrating, and Happy Thursday to everyone else! *massive hearts* I love yall SO MUCH. I have not had much time to read my flist the past few days. I haven't even been able to skim through and mark things I want to come back to read and/or comment on! My job is the biggest bullshit ever (also, the windchill this week has made the temperature outside "negative stupid", according to the afternoon dj, and inside our warehouse is even colder), but mostly my time has been occupied with family stuff. I'm off Friday-Saturday-Sunday, though, so I'll probably make a Christmas Review post this weekend with pictures and excitement and whatnot. In the meantime, how about some drabbles for the holiday? They are not all holiday-themed, but some are. And they all need to get off my computer. Lol. I'm gonna plan on dumping several fics this coming week as well, just because I'd like to start the new year fresh, y'know?

Oh, and a very very happy birthday today to keladry_lupin!

175 words of bandom for reallythateasy, Tom & Gabe

Tom thought leaving TAI was kinda like going through a divorce; on paper it was easy, physically it was hard (there was always something he was missing that he last saw on tour & was probably with one of the other guys, like he had found one of Sisky's tshirts mixed in with his own clothes or the random drawing of Butcher's tucked into his cd case), but the worst part was dividing up the intangible: music and memories and friends. So when he caught sight of Gabe Saporta across the crowded airport, he wasn't sure how to react. Gabe was more William's friend than Tom's when it came down to it, so did that mean he no longer considered Tom a friend at all? Tom started to turn around and walk away, but suddenly Gabe was right there, grinning & throwing his arm over Tom's shoulder. 'Thomas Conrad, don't even act like you didn't see me! *I* have a three hour layover and *you* are buying me
coffee!'

200 words, bandom, Brendon-centric (go figure *g*)

Brendon really is shit at wrapping presents. It's not for lack of enthusiasm – goodness knows he's got that in spades – or for lack of trying – he refuses to use gift bags or to let the stores wrap things for him. Still, it's really hard for Shane not to laugh at Brendon, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he concentrates, sitting in the middle of the living room floor with wrapping paper and tape and ribbon and glitter all around him. Yeah, Shane has no idea where the glitter came from either. Between gifts, Brendon will either look up at Shane with a bright "hey look what I did" grin or start talking babytalk to Dylan, who's watching the proceedings cautiously from the safety of the couch. Occasionally, Brendon will hum along with the Christmas music playing in the background or start singing. It makes the house seem warm and festive and happy, which makes Shane smile. For his part, though, he just stays out of the way and watches, brings Brendon a fresh cup of hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows!) when he needs it, and is really glad that he had his gifts wrapped when he bought them.

The next several ficlets are based on prompts I got from alli_everyday, gelsey, irisgirl12000, ltlredhairdgirl, nasus221, notthequiettype, reallythateasy, and/or wearethestars. I sent out a mass txt asking for holiday prompts, and I didn't keep track of who said what in response, lol.

100 words of BAU (Criminal Minds)

Morgan looked around as he stepped into the BAU. There were lights and sparkly garland strung around the railings and the cubicles, miniature snowmen and penguins and reindeer scattered atop the desks, and fake snow lining the bottom of the windows.

"Isn't it fantastic?" Garcia appeared beside him with a brilliant smile and an elf hat complete with jingle bells and a sprig of mistletoe on the tip. "I love Christmas, gives me an excuse to make the office a little brighter."

"Baby girl, you always make the office brighter," Morgan said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

300 words of bandom, prompt was Ashlee/Pete, Patrick, Bronx, baby's first Christmas

He knew that first time he had offered to take Bronx for a few hours so Ashlee could get a nap would probably lead to trouble in the long run, but he loved the little guy and it really wasn’t a big deal watching him so Pete and Ashlee could spend a few quiet minutes together or sneak out without worrying about taking the mountain of baby stuff along. And okay, maybe Patrick did have ulterior motives. He really really liked stretching out on his bed with his laptop and being able to work while watching Bronx sleep, a peaceful reminder of things precious and beautiful, or being able to talk through his ideas out loud because Bronx always watched him, wide-eyed and smiling, when he talked. So when Bronx started getting fussy during the excitement of the Baby’s First Christmas Party that Pete and Ashlee were hosting, Patrick happily took Bronx from Ashlee (just as happily taking the excuse to escape the swarm of people) and snuck off to his bedroom. Technically, it was a guest room, but it held almost as much of Patrick’s things as his own did and even had a bassinet set up for the baby.

“Hey, little guy,” Patrick said softly, shutting the door to his room and leaving most of the noise on the other side. “You wanna hear a song?” Patrick thought about singing Pete’s lullaby, or one of the ones that his mom used to sing to him, but it was Christmas. Christmas meant Christmas songs, even if Bronx was too young to know what day it was or the significance of a baby born thousands of years ago. Patrick mentally scrolled through the holiday songs he remembered before settling on one. “Away in a manger, no crib for a bed…”

Okay, there are more, but I fell asleep after playing Santa last night and this morning has been filled with opening presents and eating more and cleaning up and opening all the toys so we can play with them and getting ready to go to my best friend's house. So I'll post more of the prompted holiday drabbles later. <3