WHAT'S CRACK A LACKIN, YOU BITCHES, WITCHES AND SNITCHES.

Okay so I went into a deep writers block and I need you guys to send me some stuff you want to see. I'll try to come up with some stuff myself but writer block is fist fucking me

Third person P.O.V:

The children of the Ross-Urie-Weekes household woke up early. Amelie got up with the sound of her alarm clock at 7 am.

She happily jumped out of her bed and ran to her brother's room. She opened the door to her brother's bedroom.

"Knox! Knox! Wake up!" She whisper-yelled. Knox moved a bit but made no effort in waking up. She sighed, walking over to her brother and shaking him awake. "Wake up! It's Christmas!" At those two words her younger brother jolted awake.

Knox quickly got out of the bed. "It's Christmas! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" He jumped up and down.

Amelie shushed her younger brother, giving him a tired look. "Be quiet! Daddies will wake up of we're not quiet and it'll ruin our plan." Knox shut his mouth but Amelie wasn't finished. "And why? Because you decided to start screaming. You're eight, start acting mature."

Knox looked down, quietly muttering "Yes, Ma'am."

She closed her eyes and let out sigh. "We need to get going on mission wake up daddy, dad and papa. Follow me." She walked out the room with her brother trailing behind her. The family pets, Zero, Penny and Bogart had woken up when Knox started screaming and were now following them.

Amelie quietly opened the door, she quietly tip toed in, when she saw her dads still asleep she gestured for Knox to come in and so did the pets.

In Brendon, Dallon and Ryan's room was a large king size bed and on top of it the three lovers. Dallon was on the side of the bed, with Ryan on the middle and Brendon on the other side with his leg on top of his husbands.

Amelie and Knox got on the other side of the bed, Amelie on Brendon's side and Knox on Dallon's. They counted to three in their heads and at the count of one the started jumping up and down and screaming.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" They both yelled.

The three boys groaned. Dallon buried his face in Ryan's neck, Ryan threw his arm on his face and Brendon grabbed his pillow from under his head and threw it on his head.

Amelie and Knox started jumping faster and yelling louder. The dogs got up on the bed and started running around.

"WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Amelie yelled.

"They're not gonna stop so we have to get up." Dallon said in his morning, groggy voice.

"You first." Brendon groaned.

They both waited a moment. Both seemed to think the same thing.

"Ryaaaaaaaaan" the both called out for.

Ryan let out a cry and kicked his two husbands on the leg.

Knox stopped, pouting. He fell down on top of Brendon and Ryan.

"Oof." Brendon groaned at the sudden extra weight.

"Daddies, pwease wake up." Knox said in a baby voice.

Amelie smirked. Her brother was a little genius. He fell on top of Dallon and Ryan.

"Jesus." Ryan and Dallon said at the same time.

"Daddies, come onnnn. It's Chwistmas." Amelie pouted.

Brendon got up and Knox fell on top of Ryan.

"Son of a-" Ryan was cut off by Dallon slapping his arm on his mouth.

"They're not gonna stop so lets get this going." Brendon got up. The kids grinned. They got out the bed and hugged Brendon.

"Thank you, Dad!" The kids said in unison.

Now that his brain was awake, his inner childhood came out. "You guys go brush your teeth and I'll wake up daddies." Brendon told the kids. The nodded, and ran out the door to their shared bathroom. Once Brendon heard the faucet turn on he turned to his husbands. "I will count to ten, if you guys don't get up I will not suck any dicks until Valentines Day." The guy's would have laughed it off but they knew that Brendon was serious.

"One."

"Shit he's counting."

"Two."

"We have to get up, Dal."

"Three."

"Fine! We're up!" Dallon surrendered. He lazily pushed the duvet off of himself and got out of the bed.

"Good. Ryan?"

"I'm up, too." He rolled to the side of the bed and got up.

"You have made a great decision." Brendon chuckled.

"Knox, stop hogging the sink!" Amelie yelled but it came out all muffled probably because of the toothpaste foam in her mouth.

"Come on, lets go brush our teeth." Ryan said, walking over to their attached bathroom.

After Amelie and Knox had finished cleaning up the ran to their parents' room. They squealed seeing the empty bed that meant their dads had gotten up.

They sat on the bed playing with the dogs while waiting for their dads.

It was Ross-Urie-Weekes tradition that on Christmas morning they'd all have to go downstairs together.

Soon later Brendon, Dallon and Ryan had come out the bathroom.

Another Ross-Urie-Weekes tradition was matching pyjamas. Each wear they would find matching Christmas pyjamas.

Last year they all wore reindeer onesies. This wear they all wore blue pyjamas with snowmen on them.

The kids got up and ran up to Brendon and Dallon. Dallon picked Amelie up, Brendon picked Knox up and Ryan had the dogs scooped up in his arms.

Why Ryan didn't carry one of the kids? It's simple. They were too heavy and Ryan's weak noodle arms couldn't hold them up unless it was for a couple of seconds.

"Lets go, Gang!" Brendon said, with a huge grin.

Dallon and Ryan blinked in confusion.

"We're your husbands." Ryan said.

"And we're your kids, dad." Knox said.

"Doesn't matter. We're the Scooby Doo gang." Brendon shrugged.

"Dibs of Daphne." Ryan said.

"No, Papa! I'm the pretty one. I'm Daphne." Amelie sassed.

"Who am I then?" Ryan frowned.

"Easy. You're Shaggy." Dallon said, walking out and Brendon following because him laughing.

"I'm Shaggy? Why not Brendon? He's more Shaggy like!"

"You're Shaggy. End of story." Brendon said, walking down the stairs.

Ryan huffed and followed his husbands.

Brendon and Dallon put down the kids and they ran around, looking at everything.

"Come on, we need to make the hot chocolate." Ryan said, putting down the dogs.

Ross-Urie-Weekes family tradition number 3: on Christmas morning before they open their presents the make hot chocolate and eat the gingerbread men.

The kids ran to the kitchen. Dallon always got scared giving the kids hot chocolate and cookies early in the morning especially when they're so hyper.

After 5 Christmas' the kids knew the routine. Knox would get the mini marshmallows and whipped cream, Amelie would grab the milk and chocolate powder, Ryan would set out their mugs, Dallon would make the cocoa and Brendon would sit on the counter and 'supervise'.

After Dallon finished pouring in the hot liquid, Knox would do the whipped cream and put a couple of marshmallows on top of it. Dallon carefully put them on a tray and slowly and carefully picked it up.

"Okay, everyone out the kitchen." Dallon said, slowly making his way to the living room where the tree was. He put the tray down on the coffee table and Ryan placed the plate of cookies next to it.

They all sat on the warm carpeted floor near the tree.

"Okay, kids, it's present time." Brendon said cheerfully. The kids no longer had patience they looked around the tree, trying to find a box with their name on it.

"I found mine!" Knox exclaimed, holding up a rectangular box that was neatly wrapped in blue wrapping paper with snowmen on it.

Yes. They even tried to make the wrapping paper match their pyjamas.

Knox threw the bow and ribbon away and ripped open the wrapping paper.

Brendon squinted his eyes. It's not like he spent two hours trying to wrap those presents. Nope. Not at all.

Knox made a sound that was full of happiness and joy.

Inside the box was a small baby blue ukulele.

"I love you, Daddies!" He ran over to Dallon, and hugged his dad. He then hugged Ryan.

"We love you too, Knoxie." Ryan patted Knox's back.

Knox went to Brendon next. Brendon hugged his son tightly, burying his face in Knox's shoulder. Brendon really loved the kids. If you asked him who are the people he loves the list would be: his family, his parents, the McDonalds employee that gives Brendon an extra chicken nugget and throws in some curly fries in his regular fries.

At first the hug was because of love. But being the salty bitch Brendon is-Dallon's words- he hugged a bit tighter.

"D-dad, t-the ribs." Knox whimpered.

"Don't mess with my wrapping again." Brendon whispered in Knox's ears.

"Brendon." Ryan said with his parent voice.

Brendon let go, pouting. He kissed his son on the cheek and ruffled Knox's hair. "Sorry, Kiddo."

"I-it's okay." Knox hugged his dad and kissed his dad's cheek.

Dallon pouted. "Why don't we get a kiss?"

Knox rolled his eyes and kissed Dallon and Ryan on the cheek.

"Open the rest of you presents, Kid." Dallon said, grabbing his mug. "And don't roll your eyes. It'll stay that way." He sipped his hot chocolate.

"Okay my turn!" Amelie grabbed a small box. She carefully took off the bow and ribbon-she didn't want to have rib crushing hug by her dad. Her brother is an idiot. She's not- she neatly untaped the the wrapping paper. Inside was a Pop Funko figurine box. "Is this a-" she unwrapped the paper more and in box was a Judy Hopps Funko figurine. She screamed a bit making the boys cover their ears. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She jumped up and down. Brendon, Dallon and Ryan laughed. They hugged their baby girl. "Thank you, daddies!"

Minutes later the kids had opened all their gifts and floor was covered in wrapping paper and ribbons.

Amelie grabbed a rectangular box from the back of the tree. "Here, Daddies. This is a gift from us to you" Amelie gave the box to Brendon who was in the middle.

Brendon, Dallon and Ryan opened the gift-it was hard with three people but they made it work and they only ripped 1/4 of wrapping paper- inside was a huge scrapbook. They raised their eyebrows, looking at the kids.

"What's this?" Ryan asked.

"We made a scrapbook full of memories. She crawled over and sat crossed leg in front of her dads. She opened the book. The first page said "Ross-Urie-Weekes family memories" in a pretty hand writing. She flipped the page. On top it said 2008-20010. On the left page were printed Amelie's baby photos from her first months and on the right were Knox's.

"We asked uncle Tyler and uncle Gee for help." Knox explained.

Brendon, Dallon and Ryan were hit with a bus load of emotions. They all started crying of tear of happiness.

"I-I'm hit with a tank load of emotion. I don't know how emotions work so I'm gonna go get the booze to drink the emotions I cannot control." Brendon stood up to get the booze but Dallon and Ryan grabbed his pyjama pants and pushed him down.

"We're so proud of you two and we love you and we are so happy that we have such wonderful kids." Dallon whispered. His voice was shaky because of the lump in his throat.

"We love you too, daddies." Amelie and Knox said, going to hug their dads. Ryan was cut off guard and he fell backwards, taking his kids and husbands with him. He fell on the ground with Amelie and Knox on top of him and Brendon and Dallon on top of them. The dogs thought they were missing the action so the climbed up Brendon and Dallon. Overall Ryan was crushed to a pancake.

"I- c-can't b-bre-ATHE!" Ryan groaned.

"The dogs are on top of us! We can't move!" Dallon said.

"Y-your hus-band is g-getting crushed!" Ryan groaned.

"S-so are your k-kids!" Amelie groaned.

Brendon whistled, "Penny, Zero, Bogart, lets go get lunch!" Brendon said in his baby voice.

The three dogs ran off the two and to the kitchen. Penny slipped on Brendon's thigh and somersaulted down Brendon's leg but quickly shook that off and ran behind his brethren.

Brendon and Dallon rolled to the side, Amelie and Knox rolling on top of Dallon. Ryan sharply breathed in finally some oxygen going in his lungs.

There was a long pause then Brendon spoke up. "Who wants to build a fort?" He asked, grinning.

"I'm in." Dallon said. Putting his hands behind his kid's back and slowly got up his kids sitting on his lap.

"Me too!" Knox said cheerfully.

"Me three!" Amelie said.

"Me four." Ryan said, "but let me catch my breath first."

In the next half an hour they moved the sofas and Brendon and Dallon had gotten the duvet from the master bedrooms and threw it on top and the kids' blankets to throw on themselves. On the back were sitting Brendon, Dallon and Ryan and between Brendon and Dallon sat Knox and Dallon and Ryan sat Amelie.

In front of them were mugs filled with more hot chocolate, popcorn, Christmas cookies, leftover, leftover gingerbread men and the gingerbread house. They all sat there watching Disney movies till two pm when they went to eat leftover Christmas Eve dinner.

All in all it was a great Christmas in the Ross-Urie-Weekes household.

[A/N: bandsaremyaesthetic it's your turn to update, mate.

Okay this was longer than I thought it would be. I'm gonna try to proofread this but it's 4 am and I have to get up in 4 hours to go to work.

Anyways guys, please send your requests. Tell me if you want me to do more family ones or non family ones. Or anything.

Anyways I'm visiting my country in August and Wattpad is banned in there so I won't be able to go online and publish a story so if I don't post anything before August 26th know that my country sucks ass. If I don post I'll try to write something and post it when I come back.

Well it's 4 am and I have work for a whole lot of hours tomorrow so I'll see you lovely people later.

Bye my fellow Bryllon lovers!]