wait what??! A Christmas Eve oneshot? Where is the jumper thing you ask?? Well frienderinos, for this festive day, I will actually attempt a ONE shot, believe it or not!! - christmas will also hopefully have  one so after I will resume the jumper thing, even though it'll be irrelevant cos Christmas will be OVER!! Okay I really will shut up now!

Phil has been running around like a mad person all day, bubbling with excitement for Christmas Eve. It's not even the actual day, but he's just as excited.

He woke me up at noon this morning, which is a huge rarity for us, poking me and constantly saying "Dan, Dan, Dan," and when that didn't work he used the cute nickname trick, calling me cutie and honey, but when he said honey, he couldn't resist saying it like, huneeyyh making him laugh, and me roll my eyes. We've been married for around six months now, yet we still never call each other pet names, it just seems so weird to me, and patronising. Who wants to be belittled by being called sweetie, or honey, or baby?

Phil doesn't really agree with this but he's got used to my ways. Plus, how ever much he likes pet names, he always ends up giggling, well, apart from cutie. He's always insisted on calling me that. I tell him it's insulting to me Everytime, but he just says, "but it's a true description," and eventually I give in.

Eventually I did wake up, but it was after he called me a rat, and I say up ready to question his vocabulary, with a "hey! I thought you loved me!" And him responding that it was the only way to get through to me. Phil then went straight to the speakers, and blasted out Christmas songs, and I yelled at him for putting Christmas songs on when we should save them for tomorrow, also telling him my ears were about to bleed from how loud it was.

When we were up, phil was blabbering on about how much he was looking forward to Christmas day, not that I could blame him. This was our first christmas together as a married couple, and the first year we weren't traipsing off to see various family members.

When we said to our parents that we wanted to spend Christmas alone they were very understanding, telling us how nice it was to have a romantic Christmas together, but then Martyn winked at us so we abandoned that conversation as quickly as possible.

Ever since then, Phil has just been exploding with energy, at the thought of spending Christmas with only me. Of course, I think this is ridiculous, as I'm nothing too special, and of course, Phil knows im thinking this, so starts telling me how much I mean to him, and obviously, I melt.

I'm still amazed at how wonderful Phil is, despite knowing him for nearly thirteen years. He always knows what I'm thinking, always, and he sees the positives in everything, unlike me, and he is just everything, everything he does demands my attention. Every word, every smile, every thing he trips over or creates, is awe worthy, so yes, I stare at him all the time, but who wouldn't.

It's now actually the evening of Christmas Eve, and I have persuaded Phil to drink hot chocolate instead of coffee, just this once. Of course, Phil insisted on having marshmallows but I was quite happy with that arrangement.

I managed to find some calm Christmas piano music to play while we sit together, on our sofa, limbs intertwined, and phil playing with my hair. Ever since I stopped straightening my hair he's been obsessed with it, constantly pulling my curls, and they stroking the little segment of hair. I don't mind at all, as it is actually really soothing, but I never fail to tell Phil how much it annoys me, and luckily every time, he just rolls his eyes, calling out my lie.

Phil was determined to stay up til the next day, so he could have the first "taste of Christmas" as soon as it begins. Of course, we were used to staying up past twelve, but no doubt Phil would want to not sleep at all, and I'm dreading that, as I'm the one who has to stress about the damn turkey.

It's only ten now and my eyes are already drooping for some reason. It's probably due to having to watch Phil squeal like a puppy the whole day. It's actually kind of nice just sitting here, after the loudness of the day, and Phil is much calmer. He has a smile on his face, a kind of reminiscing smile and I really want to know what he's thinking.

"What's that smile for?" I ask, cuddling closer to him.

"I can't believe we're here," he says.

"Here where?"

"Here, together, married at Christmas Eve. Young Phil wouldn't even imagine this happening. He was just happy to have found someone he loved, never expecting you to love me back," he explains.

"Even more for me" I argue. "Old Dan would have flipped his shit if he knew I was sat here with you, able to kiss you whenever I want." I add, then turn around and peck him on the lips, as if to prove my point. Then I continue, "even the fact that I met you would be enough to make old Dan shook." Phil chuckles at that, but I'm not finished,"then when he hears we're married I don't know what he'd do.

Phil and I didn't really like the whole event of marriage, it seemed so fancy and pointless, but what sold it to us is that we would be legally bound together forever. I have never been much of a sap, and used to often wish for death, but that sentiment always gets me. I would do anything to be with Phil always, as I never tire of staring at him, and just being close to him. And now, I don't even wish for death, as I don't want to be apart from the man for any longer than a day. However, if he died before me, I might just have to kill myself. Oops, I haven't thought about these things in so long.

"It's been a while since you've thought about that stuff" Phil says. I look at him, surprised that he managed to guess what I'm thinking again. I really should get used to it.

"So long that I'm surprised you even recognise that look on my face." I reply.

"Of course I remember." Is all Phil says, and I guess that's enough of an answer. I smile at him, and he copies, then pokes my dimples for the millionth time. He knows I hate it when he does that. He then moves his fingers past my dimples, to the middle of my cheeks, and puts his hand on both sides as well. He simply stares at me, unmoving, with only a look of fondness in his eyes.

Eventually he moves his face towards me, so we are breathing each other's air, and presses his lips on mine. I smile into the light kiss, and it's enough to allow Phil to mix our tongues together into a more heated kiss. It always got like this, no matter how sweet the situation was, we would always get caught up in the taste of each others lips, hungrily nibbling, licking and kissing. It didn't always get far though. We only moved away from our lips when we felt particularly needy, but now we were just filled with happiness over being able to have our first christmas together.

We finally break away, panting. Phil's arm loops round my waist, and he cheesily kisses my forehead.

"That's so cheesy" I tell him.

"It's supposed to be cheesy" Phil says, winking. I smile at look up at him adoringly, of course he had to reference something I said like thirteen years ago. "I really can't wait to spend Christmas with you Dan." Phil told me, sincerely.

"I know, you plant."

We stayed cuddling each other until  sunrise, and we didn't even mean to do it, in fact, we'd completely forgotten time even existed.

I'm so sorry this is so bad, and I really wanted to edit this for once but I didn't have much time today. 😔 Happy Christmas Eve though!!

Okay, I do have time to edit but I'm scared my brother will steal my phone and I told him my password once because he was going to lock me out, and so yeah... Soz