title : merry christmas, me love
oc / pairing : lucy turner and
patsy marsh (lupat)
trigger warnings : none!

DAY TWENTY - TWO : " merry christmas ,
my love . "

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LUCY HADN'T GOTTEN OUT OF BED IN DAYS. It doesn't help that the California sun is shining through the bedroom window. There's no snow on the ground, it's not cloudy. It's 60 degrees outside. Lucy missed snow. He missed the cloudy days. A lot of people would think he was crazy, thinking like this. And of course, people could just say, "why can't you just fly back to New Jersey?"

Here's the thing : he wasn't welcome. No, not in New Jersey. He wasn't welcome around his own family. It had sent him into one of his depressive episodes. And usually? They were never this bad.

Steven wanted him to come home. Without Patsy. Lucy couldn't do that. He remembered that phone conversation like it was yesterday, even though a week has gone by since then. He should've known better. And his mother didn't even have the gall to defend him, even though she loved Patsy to absolutely death. But by the end of that conversation, he was disowned.

It was pretty much the same cycle for about a week. Lucy laid there, sulking over it. Patsy knew it was bothering him. It's probably why he was more agitated than normal. His usually depressive episodes usually consisted of him hiding away. Sometimes, he doesn't even mean to snap at Patsy, it's just a response.

He could hear the door creak open. He wasn't facing the door. Lucy was turned away, buried in the blanket. Same position with the additional tossing and turning every now and again.

"Lucy?"

Lucy could only hum in response. He hadn't done much talking, and he didn't want to accidentally yell at Patsy. He didn't see him, but could feel him sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. Being that today was Christmas, he was more in a bitter mood.

"Hey," Patsy said softly, "you know you don't need his approval, right?"

"Of course I know that, babe," Lucy said back to him, "I know. But I just ... I don't know. I──"

"You miss home."

Lucy nodded. He couldn't believe he was admitting it, but he did. It wasn't fair. Although he knew eventually moving to California was ultimately his decision, he still liked to visit during the holidays. But, Lucy also really loves Patsy. The rest of his family loved him, too. So, why couldn't his dad love him? He didn't even love his own son, that was for sure. Disowning him was so easy.

"I miss my mom," he whispered, "I miss my brother and sister. I miss the snow. Just ... Why doesn't my dad want us around?"

Patsy had never seen Lucy so homesick. Maybe it was because he was able to visit every now and again. Lucy always did say that he didn't miss living there, just some of the things that Jersey had. But, not being able to go now, and the fact that he wasn't able to visit the rest of his family, Patsy could tell that it hurt him. And Steven Turner could honestly care less.

He gave Lucy a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry to say, but your dad's a homophobic cunt," he told him.

Was it mean? Yeah. Was it true? Also yes. Lucy quietly chuckled. It's the first time he's laughed all week. He hated that he was laying here on Christmas day, in a sour mood. He knew that wasn't good for him, nor good for Patsy.

"I'm sorry," Lucy mumbled.

"For what, me love?" Patsy asked.

"For being in such an awful mood," he answered, "it's Christmas. We should be celebrating, but instead, I'm cooped up in this room."

"That's okay," Patsy said quietly, running his fingers through Lucy's hair. He then stood up, "I'll be right back."

Lucy watched as Patsy walked out of the bedroom. Though, it doesn't take long for him to come back. He's got a gift in his hands. Green and white wrapping paper. Polka dot patterned, a white bow sitting on top. Lucy raised an eyebrow, finally sitting up after he's been wrapped in blankets for so long. Bleached blonde hair is slightly messy, and he attempts to run his fingers through it as Patsy sits back down.

"Merry Christmas, me love," Patsy said to him, before giving Lucy his gift.

A confused expression is written all over Lucy's face. He began to take the wrapping paper off. It reveals a box. He took the top off the box, grabbing what was inside of it : a snow globe. It wasn't just any snow globe, though. The inside of it was simple. It was a house, but it seemed to almost resemble his childhood home. New Jersey is engraved on the bottom of it.

"I knew you were missing home," Patsy explained, "I thought ... I thought it would help with you being homesick. If you ever miss it, you just shake the damn thing."

Lucy laughed through his tears. He put it on the nightstand before he wrapped his arms around Patsy. "Babe, I love it," he said to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I love it, and I love you."

Patsy smiled. "I love you, too."

Lucy finally stood up in what seemed to be like forever. "Hold on a second," he said quietly.

He walked out of the bedroom. He hadn't been in the living room for so long. Every time he went through an episode and he stayed in their shared room, it always felt a little weird coming out of it. Although their bedroom was lively, it seemed as though the living room and kitchen had been livelier than the bedroom.

He came back, a box now in his hand. It's wrapped up, pretty red bow on top. Wrapped in red and white striped wrapping paper. Lucy handed Patsy the box before he sat down next to him.

"For me?" Patsy playfully asked, a giggle escaping his lips, "you shouldn't have."

"You know I wanted to," Lucy replied back, "you always have to deal with me. It's the least I can do."

Patsy unwrapped the paper. The gift is also in a box. When he lifts up the lid, he immediately takes the gift out of it. It's a hat. No, not just any hat. Its leather, somewhat resembles Rob Halford's famous look. Though, it almost exactly looked like Lucy's, except some of the pins are catered more toward Patsy's interest than Lucy's.

"I figured that since you're always stealing my hat, I'll make you your own, since you like it so much," Lucy explained, wrapping his arms around him, "now, we can match."

Lucy grabbed the hat. He gently put it on Patsy's head. He couldn't help but to smile. He couldn't fathom how good Patsy looked with it on.

"You look good," he said.

"Just good?" Patsy asked.

It makes Lucy chuckle. "Stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous," he told him, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"That's more like it," Patsy said back to him, before leaning into a longer kiss, savoring the moment of Lucy's returned happiness.

Lucy thought for a moment. He didn't want to stay cooped up in the apartment, and even though it was Christmas, there had to be some restaurants open. And with both him and Patsy not really wanting to cook, he thought it was the best solution.

"You probably don't want to stay here all day," Lucy told Patsy, "so, why don't we grab dinner. There's gotta be a place open somewhere."

Patsy chuckled. "That's very sweet of you," he said back, "but don't do it because you think I'm bored."

"No, I want to. I wanna treat you," the blonde replied, "you deserve it. You deal with my bullshit. I don't understand how someone could be so patient with me."

"Well, it's because I love you," Patsy told him, "even though you can be bitter, you're still sweet."

"So, I'm bittersweet?"

Patsy playfully rolled his eyes. "Yes. Bittersweet. But I wouldn't change that for the world."

Lucy gave him another kiss. He was grateful. He didn't think anyone would stand him for this long, especially since everyone thought he was moody. Patsy saw differently, and he appreciated it more than anything. Patsy made him feel human. And that's all he ever wanted to feel.