#all i want for christmas is for the tories to just fucking die

[mccoalminer]

Seeing family for the holidays and finding out you're all depressed to shit and being unlawfully fucked over by your respective employers is enough to make a girlboy go apeshit actually

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Okay, preliminary thoughts, after first time watching season 3 of Heartstopper.

SPOILERS!!!

(Some of these are just me screaming and probably lack context, i just wrote this really fast whilst watching, and then forgot what else was happening.)

MY BABIES ARE BACK!

- Not me doing a happy dance and squeeing with joy when Isaac says “I’m not in the mood to give my friends a vocab lesson.” SAME!

- Crying already.

- TORI!

- Nellie, like a good doggo, waiting for her dad outside the bathroom, really got me. That look!!!!!

- I loved Hailey Atwell as aunt Diane, but I still missed Olivia Colman so much… she made too much of an impact as Sarah, and you can really feel her absence.

- Screaming at the fact that they got Annette Badland (from Ted Lasso and Big Boys) to be Darcy’s gran!!! I love her, she’s perfect.

- OMG The Teachers ™

- If episode 3 was already getting to me and then episode 4 was super sad, I was still unprepared for the scene where Nick cries in Tao’s arms. (Something something Nick in his superhero outfit trying to be Charlie’s superhero, but also needing to cry, will delve more into that in my full episode analysis…)

- I weep every time I reread the comic when Charlie goes to talk to his parents, but hearing everything out of Charlie’s mouth made it even worse. I’m a mess…

- I honestly looooooved how they did episode 4, with the quick catch-up flashback structure and two perspectives. I didn’t think it would work, but it was great.

- It took me a whole 5 seconds to realize that when Nick said “vintage camera” he was referring to the HANDYCAM that Will’s dad used, and I honestly never thought I would feel the urge to punch Nick Nelson but I did…

- “I hope that when you get back you don’t feel like you have to lie to us anymore.” LOOOOOOOVED that whole home video they did for Charlie, perfect vibe, it was so nicely done. But that line really got me… Isaac was perfect this season.

- More crying…

- OMG the Charlie painting!!! All of Elle’s paintings! I wonder who made those really? Whose style is it? Have they ever talked about it??? I need to know!

- “I hope I get a soul”, “I hope I get mental health”. I didn’t know I could ask for these things for Christmas…

- Imogen was hilarious and so beautifully developed this season. Much like Nick, she’s going through a whole self-discovery phase, but hers is not as perfect.

- HENRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

- “Is this the boyfriend?” I need to talk soooo hard about the contrast between the two families. Nick has a whole family that loved him, except that he doesn’t get along with his brother and he has an absent dad, whilst Charlie has a difficult relationship with his family, but his sister really seems to get him. You can see the contrasting environment at Christmas, with the disjointed vibes at the Spring household, and the very warm and welcoming vibes at the Nelson household…

- Every time Tori pops us out of nowhere, it’s perfect. Love the spooked look on David’s face.

- Dysphoria talk!

- “Spare us the details”, “No! I want all the details!” I am Isaac and Isaac is me.

- I watched the trailer… I watched the clips… but I NEVER expected that Michael would be so FUCKING PERFECT. I need more of him. “Beautiful chaos.” I was in tears.

- “I don’t want to keep hurting you.” IMOGEEEEEEEN. Love this whole storyline. Can’t wait for more of them.

- Drunk Charlie!!! He’s so horny. Whilst drunk Nick is a little sad. And drunk Imogen is a bit of both. I’m more of a drunk Tara: extra anxious.

- As someone who just experienced a major meltdown at work, over which I’m still embarrassed, I love how Tara also went from “I want to die” to “IDGAF about anything” because that is the right response.

- The radio show scene proves that Yasmin Finney’s voice should be on everything. I could listen to her read scientific papers to me. Does anyone know if I can make her my satnav voice?

- Sincerely disappointed that Elle’s mum did not kick down the door and barge in and slap the interviewer, whilst Mr Argent tried to hold her back and Tao filmed the whole thing.

- But I wrote down everything that Elle said, because that’s going into my arsenal. “Trans people are not a debate”. PERIODT.

- Love how we see Nick hanging out with other people more, especially Tara, and how encouraging Tara is. Their friendship is so lovely.

- I honestly thought that Tao would say “I’m improving, I might even become the next�� Elle Argent.”

- I never thought I would identify so hard with a fictional bisexual teen boy, but in the comic, and now here, when Nick talks about how much of his true self he was repressing before he figured out he was bi… I feel that.

- The whole uni road trip was perfect, but it felt too short. Also I wish we would have gotten the scene in which Nick and Charlie facetime and Nick gets a preview of Naked Charlie ™. *Was not prepared

- A little disappointed in Charlie’s rock band outfit, it looked nothing like the one in the comic… also, after seeing Joe Locke as Teen in “Agatha All Along”, I would have killed to see him in all black tight clothes. Nick’s head would have exploded, though…

- Although this season was definitely hornier, it wasn’t quite horny enough. Here’s hoping that season 4 (which will definitely happen) will be the horniest ever.

That’s it for now… I need to rewatch already…

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Tori had been dating this guy, Chris. He was an average guy, he often bought Tori flowers. He thought he knew her so well, he never thought he was wrong about her, he never thought he was wrong about anything.

The gang was sitting at their usual table for lunch, Chris was sitting next to Tori, while Jade sat opposite of her. Chris was being all lovey dovey, while Tori wanted to have an actual conversation with her friends. They were talking about girls, what guys should and shouldn't do or say. The boys were taking one side while the girls were telling them what girls actually wanted. "No no, women love flowers, they all do." Chris chipped in, Jade glared at him, tilting her head. "Oh really? Cause last time I checked, Tori doesn't like flowers, they die in the span of days and she has allergies. She would prefer something that doesn't die and then gets thrown away. She wants teddy bears and things that she can bond over, dipshit." She growled, she hated all the boys that tried to get with Tori.

Tori raised her brows, smiling. Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Then why does Tori smile and take them? She loves them." He said smirking. The table got quiet, waiting for Jade to respond, Beck preparing to lunge and grab Jade when things went south. The goth laughed at Chris, fixing her skirt before crossing her arms. "You are that fucking stupid, Jesus Christ." She chuckled before licking her lips then sighing. "She takes them so she won't hurt your feelings, pretty boy." She flicked her eyebrows up. "Boys will get their little hearts broken way too easily. They punch holes in their basement walls, they lash out over the littlest things." She said glaring at him, Chris only huffed and put an arm around Tori. "I know Tori, she-" Jade immediately stood up, slamming her hands on the table. Her short temper taking over. "You haven't even known her for two months! You do not know her, you don't know her favorite song! You don't know her blood type! You don't know her favorite holiday! You don't know her middle name!" Jade yelled, watching Chris flinch a bit.

She kept going, her eyes burning holes in the buy before her. "Katy Perry's, I Kissed a Girl! Type O! Christmas! Victoria Dawn Vega!" She spat as she counted on her fingers, she then grabbed her coffee and uncapped it before throwing it on him. "What's her favorite drink!? Hot chocolate! What was her first word!? Dada! Who's her favorite cartoon character!? Kim Possible!" She was upset, people think they know someone, but then they can't answer simple questions. Everyone by them watched in amusement, Beck got up and grabbed Jade by the shoulder. "Alright, cowboy. Let's settle down." He said showing a little smile, he tried to not get hit. Jade kept glaring at Tori's boyfriend. Chris got up, scoffing at the now warm coffee all over him, he looked up at her. "What the fuck is your problem, bitch?" He growled, he quickly backed up when Jade lunged. Beck grabbed her and held her back, but Jade got out of his hold.

Tori had gotten up after her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against her front. "Jade, Jade! Hey, it's ok!" She tried to reassure her, wanting Jade to relax. Jade struggled against her grip, feeling tears sting her eyes, she tried to grab Chris, but he was just out of her grasp. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" Jade shouted, she then felt a hand start to play with her hair, making sure to not undo the waves in it. She got distracted and relaxed in the touch. Tori smiled softly, she kept going. "There we go, good girl." she said softly, turning Jade towards her. She saw the tears, she frowned slightly, she wiped them away with her thumb. Jade sighed softly, relaxing into her touch. Everyone just blinked at them, surprised at how Tori could calm the girl. Chris quickly furrowed his brows. "Is she gay?" He pointed at Jade, scoffing. Of course, he was homophobic, his features turned into disgust. He took the empty coffee cup off of the ground and threw it at the back of Jade's head before turning to leave. Gasps were heard.

Jade just stood there, nothing in her eyes except tears. She was frozen, she didn't feel when Tori let go of her and walk away. She was stuck staring at the ground, tears fell from her eyes, her makeup running, her shoulders slumped. She felt hands on her, she heard Cat, but couldn't figure out what she was saying. Everything felt blurry and fuzzy. Everything felt wrong. There was yelling, she could barely make out something hitting the ground, wet noises. She slowly looked over, Cat tried to cover her eyes, but she pushed her hands away. She watched Tori, she was on top of Chris, straddling his back, she slammed his face into the concrete. She watched as Beck, Andre, and a few other guys trying to get Tori off of him. She watched as blood surrounded her. She watched teachers running over. She watched as chaos flooded the space.

Tori was finally ripped off of Chris, getting held back by multiple guys, some were teachers. She looked over at Jade, all she wanted to do was run over and hug her, tell her that everything was going to be ok, that she was safe now. Jade just stood there, her eyes locked on Tori's. She slowly made it over, pushing people out of the way. Beck told the people holding Tori back to let go, when they didn't, he yelled, demanding. They let go, watching at Tori ran to Jade. The two girls grabbed each other by the head, lips connecting, Tori still had blood on her. Once they pulled away, they pressed their foreheads together, smiling softly at each other. "I don't think I ever told you my middle name." Tori chuckled, playing with the girls hair. Jade smiled. "I went through your medical records, remember? I know things about you that you don't even know about you." She said softly, Tori scoffed playfully, pushing Jade's face away.

She went wide eyed as principal Helen came running over, yelling her name. She looked over, her hands still on Jade. "My office, now!" She yelled, getting over to her and grabbing her arm. Tori sighed, looking at Jade, giving her her doe eyed stare. "Later." She said softly, she didn't want to leave Jade's side, she just wanted to keep talking and holding her. Jade quickly grasped Tori's wrist. "I'm not letting go." She said slightly smiling as she started to walk. Tori smiled more as they walked into the school with Helen. Helen dragged Tori down the hallway, making people make a pathway for them. Once they got outside of the principal's office, Helen looked at Jade. "You need to stay out until Tori's punishment is delt with." She spoke, still holding Tori's wrist. Jade shook her head, ready to get into an argument. "No, I need to be with her. I can't be alone." She spoke as she watched Helen, she really didn't want to be alone. Helen sighed as she knew there would be an argument.

Minutes went by, the two argued while Tori watched. Each of her arms were being held by the two in front of her. Eventually Helen gave in and dragged them both inside her office, demanding them both to sit. Tori sat, but Jade stood by her, she liked being a brat. Helen sat, looking up at Jade. "Sit! Now!" She demanded, slamming a hand on her desk. Jade raised her brows in amusement and sat beside Tori in the seat, still holding onto her. Soon enough, sirens were getting closer, ambulance and cop cars. Tori remembered her dad was a cop, she pursed her lips and inhaled. She tried to prepare herself. Jade moved her hand to hold Tori's, rubbing her thumb against the other girls skin. She was trying to be as relaxing to her as possible. It kind of worked, but Tori was definitely still overwhelmed.

The clock ticked, soon the door swung open, the office lady letting Mr. Vega inside. Tori didn't even turn her head, she kept her eyes situated at her lap. Jade and Helen looked, both waved, but Jade with a wide smile. David slightly waved, before walking to Tori's side and looking down at her. Tori was surprised to have the top of her head kissed and her back rubbed. She looked up at her dad in confusion. David just smiled softly at her. "Hey, kid." He said grabbing a chair from the corner and sitting in it next to her. Tori relaxed and looked at Jade, who was smiling at her. She rolled her eyes lovingly as she looked up at Helen, who's expression was softer. What was going on, why were people... not mad? She didn't understand, she thought she would be scolded and suspended or expelled. Helen started to talk, making sure Tori knew that she was safe and she understood.

Tori kinda spaced off, she was just glad that she wasn't going to jail. Only getting sent home early. When they were sent out, David pulled Tori into a tight hug, Jade let go. Tori hugged back, letting herself cry. They stayed like that until Jade started to pout and whine, the two looked over at her. "Yes?" Tori asked, amused, wiping her tears from her eyes. Jade sighed dramatically and crossed her arms. "I get that you two are having a moment, but I would like Tori back." She said not looking at them. Tori laughed and quickly hugged Jade, kissing her temple. "Awe, does someone need my attention?" She teased, soon feeling Jade kiss her. Mr. Vega cleared his throat, raising his brows. The two girls looked at him, Tori giving a sheepish smile. "Sorry dad." She giggled, moving to hold Jade's hand. All three headed out, Jade quickly had an idea. "Male Vega-" She quickly shook her head, fixing what she said. "I mean-" she chuckled, "Mr. Vega." she said, making the other two stop.

Jade had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Can we leave in your cop car? I want to be dramatic." She said with a smile, holding Tori's hand. David laughed, nodding. "Alright but act sad." He said walking them out of the doors, everyone had their eyes fixed on them. They watched as David brought the two to his car, Tori got in the passenger side, because she got carsick easier if she sat in the back. Jade took the backseat, smirking at the crowd. She went wide eyed at seeing Cat shoving Mr. Vega out of the way and slamming her hands against the glass. "Tori!! Jade!! Are you okay!?" She yelled, tears filled her eyes. Jade nodded, watching David roll his eyes before opening the door for her to get in. Cat immediately jumped in, her arms wrapped around Jade. "Are you going to prison!?" She asked, very loudly. Jade flinched, nodding. "Yup, we are going for life." She joked, she quickly had to backtrack when Cat started to sob uncontrollably.

Beck, Andre, and Robbie showed up, they had questions. Tori leaned over to see them, she started to explain that they weren't going to jail or prison, only that Jade wanted to be dramatic. The boys nodded before going wide eyed when they heard Trina. She was confused and had thrown a rock at Robbie's head (I have been laughing at this for minutes, help) She was very worried for her sister, she had seen the stuff after Tori and Jade went to the office. She heard about what happened then saw her dad taking Tori and Jade to his cop car. Her very logical response was to throw a rock at Robbie's head, why? She never answered why, only going over to the passenger side to Tori and making sure she was ok. Beck and Andre sighed as they helped Robbie up, dusting him off and checking his head.

David whistled loudly, making the group look at him. "Let me take these two home. Everyone else, please move." He said getting into his seat. Everyone said their goodbyes, Tori telling them that they could come visit afterschool if they wanted. Once they were on the road, Jade broke out into laughter. "Today was so weird." She said, not knowing entirely if this was real or not. Tori looked at her, smiling. "It really was, but now we can relax at my house." She said smiling, she was very much in love with this girl. Jade smiled at her, tilting her head. "Can't wait." She said leaning back in her seat, fixing her skirt. When they settled down on Tori's couch, Tori asked, "So... what are we?" She asked, Jade didn't look at her, only looking at the coffee table. Tori hummed, wrapping her arms around Jade and bringing them down, she laid on top of her. "We don't have to put a label on it, if you don't want to." Tori said softly.

Jade looked at her, smiling. "Girlfriends." She said softly, putting a strand of Tori's hair behind her ear. Tori smiled wide at her, nodding. "I like the sound of that." She said moving up and kissing her girlfriend. Jade kissed back, wrapping her arms around her. She felt so safe in Tori's grasp, she gave great hugs, but she wouldn't admit that.

[headheartbellarke]

Paper Rings | OWEN JOYNER

Requested by anon: “Owen request? A series of events that leads Owen to finally working up the courage to propose to his girlfriend?” PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem!reader WARNING(s): some language, mentions of abuse, panic attack, anxiety, and fluff haha WORDS: 3.7k SUMMARY: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.

0.

    Charlie looks around, feeling out of place amongst the big mirrors, bright lights, and the sparkling diamonds. When his best friend, Owen, told him that he wanted a ‘guys night’ (he’s still unsure as to why he wants to have one: they live together, it’s guys’ night every night – he was expecting bars, or clubs, or fancy restaurants; things they don’t get to do every night, because of work. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into a jewellery store.

  “O, buddy, what are we doing here?”

  Owen shushes him, walking ahead to a counter. A woman with kind eyes greets him. “Mr. Joyner!”

  He smiles, familiarity pooling in his eyes.

  Charlie frowns. He didn’t expect Owen to be into jewellery – sure, he buys stuff for his sister and mother, but he always takes them with him.

  He thinks of Y/N, Owen’s girlfriend of about five years – there’s a possibility that he may be buying something for her, but it’s highly unlikely. Y/N has been pretty vocal about the fact that she hates diamonds, and who’s to blame her, really? Her father used to buy her mother a diamond necklace after every time he hit her or when he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.

  Charlie exclaims, “Owen! I’m gonna die if you don’t tell me what’s going on!”

   “I know, I know.” He shushes him, again, and Charlie feels like a child, even though he’s older than the blonde boy. Owen turns to the woman in front of him, Miranda, as her name tag reads, and says, “I hope it’s ready.”

  She nods, excitedly. “Yes! I have it right here with me.”

  She disappears beneath the counter, and Charlie expects her to return with a big box, like a magician’s apprentice. But, instead, she emerges with a small, tiny box and he wonders –

  As realization dawns upon him, he feels a rush of euphoria. “Oh my god, are you –”

  Owen nods, his face aglow with anticipation, hope and adoration. “I – I walked into this store a couple of weeks ago, after I decided that I wanted to marry her, I mean, I’ve known it for a while, you know? I can’t see myself being with anyone but her for the rest of my life, and I want a family with her. She’s my soulmate, dude. And I – I think it’s the right time, too. She’s got that amazing job, and my career’s going great, so, yeah. I wanna marry her.”

  Charlie sniffs, feeling tears at the back of his eyes. “Bro.”

  His friend grins. “Bro.”

  Charlie pulls him into a hug, but Owen pushes him away, and they swat each other’s hands for a second before Owen whisper shouts, “Do you wanna see the ring or not?!”

  Charlie’s eyes widen and he nods. They turn to the woman in front of them, and she points to the box placed on the counter before them. “If you’re ready.”

  Owen nods, and Charlie feels amazed at the determination clouding his irises. He opens the box, and the Canadian boy gasps.

  Inside sits a simple platinum ring. Except at the middle, there’s a diamond shaped like a star. It’s so beautifully built, every edge looking like they’re fit to cut steel. And the entire ring – it’s so simple, yet beautiful, and Charlie knows why he picked it.  

  It’s a mirror of the way Owen sees Y/N – something gorgeous, something priceless, something elegant, yet something so simple to him, and something that will always makes sense, no matter what.

1.

    Owen inhales, staring at his reflection in the full body length mirror in front of him. He’s going to do it today – he is going to ask his best friend, his soulmate and the love of his life to marry him. He has planned it all – even Charlie went out with the rest of the cast tonight to give the twenty-three-year-olds some privacy. (Charlie, Y/N, and Owen live together in Vancouver, at least while shooting the fourth season of Julie and The Phantoms, so, as one can guess, it’s really difficult to get a moment alone – but since the both of them love Charlie so fucking much, they don’t really mind.)

  He straightens his tie and hears soft footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Y/N’s head pokes in, her face lit up like Christmas lights.

   “Don’t you look sharp!” She says, while walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Owen smiles, catching her eyes in the reflection. “Are the bad puns ever going to stop?”

  She gasps, dramatically, and exclaims, “You don’t gotta be so mean about it!”

  He shakes his head, and feels love swell in his chest for the woman behind him. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

  A mischievous glint appears in her eyes. “I could use a reminder.”

  Owen grins, turning backwards and cups her face in his hands, about to kiss her, when a voice stops him.

  “I think I just broke the coffee machine!”

  Y/N’s eyes widen, and she yells, “You did what?!”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “Is that –”

  She casts him an apologetic glance. “Zoe, yeah. I forgot to tell you, but Cece had to go out last minute, so I offered to watch her for the evening!”

  Usually, Owen loves kids, especially Y/N’s cousins like Zoe, but right now, he feels like jumping off a cliff. She seems to sense that as she runs her hands down his arms, and says, “I’m sorry! I know you said that tonight was gonna be just us, but you love Zoe, don’t you? And it’s gonna be fun, I promise!”

  It’s not. Owen had booked a table at Y/N’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver, and he would have proposed midway through the dinner, when the musicians there would start to play ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and when they got to the bridge, he would have dropped to a knee.

  Ignoring the weight in his chest, he plasters a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, I just – it’s been a while since we’ve been alone, you know? With work and all. But I’m sure it’s gonna be great with Zoe, too!”

  She nods. “Thank you. We can go out alone next week when Charlie has that photoshoot with Madi!”

  He nods. “Absolutely.”

  The little black box stays hidden in the pocket of the beige coat in his closet that he never wears.

2.

    As Y/N smiles at him, Owen thinks that this is it. This is the moment he’s gonna ask her to marry him.

  As the light from the fire illuminates her face, he thinks about how perfect this weekend has been. After long days, and even longer nights of filming, they finally got a weekend off, and Charlie immediately booked a cabin in North Vancouver.

  And there’s no one better at planning trips than Charlie.

  Along with Owen, Y/N, and Charlie; Madison, Jadah, Jeremy and his wife, Carolynn, Savannah, Sacha, and Tori are here, too, everyone basking in the peace. Throughout the weekend, they’ve done anything and everything they can do in snow – from skiing, to making snow angels, and finally, as the shades of evening rolled on the last day of their trip, they are tired.

  After dinner, everyone wordlessly returned to their rooms, and Owen knows that they’re all fast asleep, right now – except Y/N, who is still as bubbly as champagne.

  When they returned to their room, Y/N quickly lit the fire – because no matter if it’s snowing or if it’s fifty degrees outside – she is always freezing.

  It’s the opposite in Owen’s case, though – he’s always warm, and that’s why Y/N wasted no time to settle in his lap.

  Owen quickly pats his pocket to check if the ring’s still there. It is, and it’s been there for the whole weekend. He’s been searching for opportunities, but they were always either with someone, or it wasn’t a good time.

  “O?” She asks, her voice soft.

  “Hmm?” He replies, threading his fingers through her hair.

  Her eyes brighten up, putting the fire in front of them to shame. “I’ve just had an idea.”

  “Later. First, I have something to ask you.” He says, his hand reaching into his pocket again.

  She smiles. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”

  Owen’s surprised. “You do?”

  She nods excitedly. “Yeah. Charlie told me!”

  He must have had a horrified look on his face because her eyes widen quickly. “Oh, he didn’t want to, believe me! But, now that I know, tell me, when are you gonna do it?”

  Owen stammers, suddenly feeling breathless in this room. The anxiety starts to pool in his stomach, along with an anger, directed towards Charlie. “I – I – I can’t believe he told you this…”

  She shrugs. “You know that he can’t hide anything from me. He’s like the brother I never asked for. Anyway, so he was showing me some of the designs, and I love you, but I don’t think you can handle a tooth piercing.”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “What?”

  “Like, totally no offence, but you passed out when the dentist came to do a routine check up on your teeth. I don’t wanna imagine what would happen if you got them pierced.”

  “What are talking about?!”

  “Charlie and your matching piercings, dummy! What else would I be talking about?” She looks at him as if he’s grown a third head.

  Owen’s lips part. “We are not getting matching piercings – I wasn’t gonna ask you that!”

  “Oh!” Her eyes widen. “What were you gonna ask, then?”

  He gulps, thinking to himself – this is it. This is it. This is it.

  “Do you wanna go home for New Year’s?”

  He mentally curses when that question comes out of his mouth, and even with Y/N’s bright smile, he starts to feel queasy inside, knowing that he still isn’t confident enough to actually ask her.

3.

    Owen wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and stands up. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

  She nods, her eyes sweeping across the mostly empty LA beach. He brought her here today to finally ask her to marry him – his past attempts have been nothing short of disastrous.

  As he opens his mouth, he feels a pang in his heart, and his mind starts to race. All kinds of thoughts race through his mind, like – what if she says no? what if she hates him for ruining what they have? What if Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift becomes his most relatable song? What if she –

  Y/N stands up, and her hand finds that of Owen’s, a reassurance, and he knows that she can sense his anxiety. She doesn’t ask him to talk about it – she knows that he will, eventually, when he’s ready. For now, she shows him that she’s here for him, and somehow that is enough.

  As she brushes his hair, his mind starts to calm down, his erratic breathing slowing down and involuntarily matching the pace of her breathing. She whispers, softly, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Everything is okay. You’re okay. I love you. I love you –”

  She keeps repeating that, until it’s like a mantra in Owen’s head, turning the racing thoughts to mere background noise.

  He opens his eyes, and looks into hers, and finally feels calm. He exhales. “That… uh....”

  She nods, comfort flooding through her eyes. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

  He shakes his head, taking his hand in hers. “I – I – I think that maybe you and I should, uh, get – um, matching tattoos. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He lies.

  She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Of course. You don’t even have to ask – we’ve always talked about it, and I think that now is the perfect time! Do you wanna –”

  As Y/N talks about designs, he thinks that he’s a fucking coward.

4.

    As Owen laughs, he feels confident, for once. He knows that tonight he’ll be able to ask her to marry him, especially in front of all his family – he loves his family, and so does Y/N and vice versa. He remembers the first time he brought her home three months after they’d started dating. He remembers feeling absolutely euphoric about the fact that she fit right in with his family. That was also the day that she had told him, for the first time, that she loves him.

  He looks around the table, and watches Y/N talk animatedly to his mother. His parents think of her as their own daughter, especially after finding out about her rocky relationship with her father. Y/N’s mother sits next to Owen, and he loves how carefree she looks – her ex-husband, really, was an asshole.

  He takes the little box out of his pocket, and his cousin, Elias, gasps. “Is that an engagement ring?” He whispers, his face scrunching as if the sentence left a bad taste in his mouth.

  Owen nods. “Yes. Elias, I would appreciate it if you kept it down.”

  His cousin raises his hands. “Always, homie.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Right.”

  Elias looks around. “Hey, do you think that it’s a good idea to propose now?”

  “What do you mean?” Owen’s brows furrow.

  “I mean people do it in private for a reason. What if she says no and then you get embarrassed in front of your entire family and hers? It’s sympathetic looks for the rest of your life, bro. And your parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her, nor to her mom, ‘cause it’d be, ya know, friggin’ embarrassing. Everyone’s probably gonna hate you.”

  Owen’s eyes widen, and he toys with the truth in his cousin’s words. Elias shrugs, and takes a sip of his water. “But it’s up to you, dude.”

  Slowly, Owen slides the ring back into his pocket.

5.

    Owen looks around, checking if any distractions could be in this room. None. How could it, though? He’s standing in an empty classroom, in the middle of winter break. Nobody in their right minds would be here.

  Well, that would mean that Owen’s not in his right mind. To be really, really, really honest – he is kind of losing it. He has been trying to propose to Y/N for the past month, but every time – every god damn time, something comes up and ruins everything.

  So, he decided to break into his middle school. Well, ‘break into’ isn’t the right phrase – he asked the guard to give him the keys for the night, and even thanked him with a hundred dollar note. Unlike his girlfriend, he’s incapable of breaking rules.

  The guard thought that it was very romantic of him, but really, he’s just tired and wants to get married already. He taps his foot anxiously, and finally hears the door opening, signalling Y/N’s arrival.

  God, she looks absolutely adorable. Her nose is crimson from the cold, and she is bundled under what seems to be ten layers of clothing. She huffs, grinning when she notices him.

  “Are we here to make out? Because your house was much more comfortable and so, so warm.”

  Owen shakes his head. “Nope.”

  “Well, are you gonna murder me, O? Because, well, it’s certainly the perfect location.”

  “I have to tell you something.” He says, taking a step toward her. He looks around and sees that there is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, and smiles brightly, preparing himself. Y/N’s eyes gleam with anticipation, as she nods for him to continue.

  “Y/N, I still remember the day that I met you. I remember the way you smiled at me even though I had spilled black coffee all over you and ruined your very pretty, white dress.”

  She laughs. “I was really mad at first, yeah. But the cutest boy in all of Oklahoma was in front of me, and well, you know that I was a goner.”

  He smiles fondly. “And the beautifulest girl in the world was in front of me.”

  “That’s not a word.”

  “I know. And then you laughed at my dumb jokes, and even agreed to go on a date with me.”

  “To compensate for that absolutely gorgeous dress.” She clarifies, a teasing smile on her face.

  He grins sheepishly. “And then somehow, somewhere we fell in love, and somehow, you became my other half, and somehow, I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t want to. You are my best friend, and you are the one person around whom I can be completely myself and face no judgements.”

  “No, I do judge you. You’re a little questionable.”

  “And what would I do without your wicked sense of humour?”

  “Honestly? You’d be lost without me. I mean, you forget to even put your socks in the washing machine.”

  “You’re not supposed to wash them. They go on your feet. Obviously.”

  “That is disgusting, and you know it.”

  He laughs. “I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I… I… I want a family with you, you know? I know that we’ve never talked about this, and I don’t know how you would feel about one, but still, if you’re up for it, I’m too. But, if you don’t, that’s okay, too. More than okay.”

  For a moment, an unrecognizable expression crosses her face, and he wonders if he’s hurt her. But then the biggest smile blooms on her face.

  “We should have talked about this. But I would like a family with you, too. I mean, I’ve never really wanted one, and you know why. But, after seeing you and your family, I realized that a part of me does want it. I do want to have the home that I never got to have with you and I wanna do better. I know that you’ll be an amazing dad, and I wanna raise my kid the way that kids should be raised. And I want it with no one else but you.”

  Owen feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he stares at her for a moment, wondering how lucky he is to find a girl like her. He says, “Y/N, I –”

  Before he can ask her the question, though, her ringtone cuts through the silence of the empty classroom. She whispers an apology and takes her phone out from her jeans pocket.

  She accepts the call and speaks into the phone. “Hey, Luka, what’s up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Luka, slow down.”

  She exchanges a panicked look with Owen.

  Speaking of Owen, he’s losing it. Absolutely. He was so close. And for the first time, he had both confidence and hope. And something had to happen. He starts to feel annoyed at Luka, his sister, and then immediately feels bad about it, but then starts to feel annoyed again.

  “Oh no, you did what? Do you need me to come?”

  At Y/N’s last sentence, Owen bursts out. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

  Y/N raises her brows at him. He feels anger replacing all his emotions, anger towards the world, it’s timings, and mostly, towards himself.

  Sensing his rage, Y/N gives him a weird look. “What is wrong with you?” She whispers.

  “Everything. Everything is wrong!” He whispers back.

  He starts to feel breathless, and the familiar sensation of a panic attack starts to overcome him. He looks around, trying to focus on something, anything, when he spots the door.

  He looks at his girlfriend, and says, “I love you, but I’m gonna lose it.” With that, he walks by her, and out the doors, while she yells after him.

+1.

    It’s been twenty minutes since he last talked to Y/N, and he has lost all hope. He’s now sitting on a park bench a couple of minutes away from the school, and he is listing all the reasons why his life is absolutely shit.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  Owen looks up, and notices Y/N walking up to the bench, with a concerned look in her eyes.

  “I – I just… I’ve been trying to ask you something, Y/N, for the past month. And every time I try to do it, I’m either interrupted, or I’m not confident enough. And, today, there were no distractions, and I was finally feeling confident and hopeful and then my sister decides to ruin it – is she okay, by the way?”

  She nods and sits down beside him. “Yeah, she misplaced her dress for tonight.”

  He grits his teeth in annoyance. He loves her, but his sister has the worst timing.

  Y/N rests a hand on his, an odd look taking over her features. “You should know by now that the answer will always, and obviously be a yes.”

  Owen sharply turns towards her. “What?”

  A brilliant smile makes its way onto her face. “You are gonna propose, aren’t you?”

  A gasp involuntarily escapes him. “How’d you know?”

  “Well, you just said some pretty nice things about me. Also, I can see the outline of the ring box, and you keep checking your pocket for it every two minutes, even if you don’t realize it. You’re literally doing it right now.”

  In his defence, he wasn’t, or rather, isn’t consciously doing it. He slowly retracts his hand from his pocket and gives her a sheepish smile.

  She stands up. “Really, O, are you gonna do it or not –”

  “Yep, yep, yep.” He clears his throat and stands in front of her and drops to a knee. He takes the ring out, and flips open the box, and as the diamond’s reflected light dances across her face, Y/N gasps.

  “Oh my god, that’s gorgeous!”

  He grins. “I have great taste.”

  She smiles teasingly. “I know, baby.”

  “Will you ma–”

  “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You didn’t even let me finish!”

  “Someone would’ve probably interrupted you and I couldn’t take the chance of you losing your shit again.”

  “You do have a point.”

  “I always do.”

  He slides the ring onto her finger, and she kneels in front of him to match their heights. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he wraps his around her waist, both desperate to be closer, closer, closer.

  “I love you so much.” He whispers into her hair, and she kisses his shoulder.

  “I love you. Forever.”

  She untangles herself from him, and as she kisses him, Owen realizes that he had no reason to be worried at all.

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Ghosts S03E01 - The Bone Plot

(I watched the entire series 3 in one night so here’s a running commentary of my thoughts. Likes/dislikes, bits I screamed/laughed/cried, details I noticed. Basically just a thought train from yours truly :P not that anyone’s interested - mostly just for my own analysis this

BUT Please come hit up my inbox with responses to episodes etc, I’ve had a few already that I’m in the process of answering so yeah lets chat :D)

Opening with Humphrey backstory is a bold move especially if people are just catching it and haven’t seen the show before

Oooohhhhhh documentary!!

Ahhhhhh, soooooo Humphrey wasn’t assassinated, he planned an assassination fascinating

Why does Robin not remember?? Just cause it was a long time ago??

The Captain has laughed before, right?? I’m sure I’ve seen him laugh before??

Thomas it’s not you XD

BOOOOONNNNNEEEEEE

How did they not know it was Humphrey?? She’s dressed like a fucking Tudor - absolutely no critical thinking skills at Button House. They share one braincell and the ghost pigeon has flown away with it again…

All this before the opening titles, this is gonna be a long post!!

I like that Alison starts stuttering simply at the thought of being on camera, nice set up for her anxiety about it

Robin senses the moon?? Oooohhhhh - and a Macbeth reference!!

Of course he senses Barclay arriving!!

The others calling Humphrey like a dog is so funny

Omg are we gonna get Cap/Fanny solidarity this season??? I just want them to be like a sibling relationship!!

(Pronoun correction - well done Kitty)

Did Humphrey used to paint?? Cause why else would he assume he was famous for being a painter if he wasn’t an artist in life????

Mary is a death gatekeeper, I adore that!!

Can we talk about how similar this scene is to one I wrote literally ages ago in the Ghosts Christmas story on AO3???? Like Humphrey trying to speak broken French like just how I wrote it and his wife hating English, it’s literally over dinner (well breakfast) as well?? I have the foresight of a medium apparently but only in very specific fan fiction scenarios!!

Omg live Humphrey is so cute wtf?? Why do I have a crush on him, or is it gender envy?????? Gender envy from a headless Tudor????

Poor Humphrey, all he wants is a nice wife!!

Pat stop ruining the moment!!

Oh God no?? If Barclay dies at Button House will he be stuck there???? Ah thanks for confirming that for me, Julian. Get that bitch off the property!!

Obi content, Obi content, Obi content!! My guy.

Okay but why does Fanny calling Pat out on his racist joke feel so rewarding to me??

A nun, a gorilla, and a WHAT, Patrick???? Pat making a pedo joke, did not have that on my season 3 bingo card????

Humphrey is so good to his wife, he’s making such an effort even though she’s really not making much effort back. It must have been so difficult for them both though seriously

She speaks English???

What’s happening?? OOOOhhhh they’re gonna kill Queen Elizabeth and put I’m assuming Mary Queen of Scots on the throne?? Cause they’re Catholics right so Mary QoS would make sense like the Babington Plot right??

Sophie defending her husband you love to see it.

Did Julian have a heart attack?? He says he knows the sign and that squash will do it.

It must be so weird for Charlotte and obviously especially Kiell as well to just talk to the air??

"LIKE POSH BATMAN" XD XD

"Bonne see you all!!" Humphrey I adore you so much!!

No don’t discover the plot?? Is he killed cause he found out about it??

“Arms at our sides, we’re not a seagull.”

Did Kitty die of a disease of some kind?? She really didn’t like the idea of laughter being contagious??

Ah so that’s why they were all laughing apart from Cap and Fanny.

Oh God Humphrey no??

“This isn’t the life you signed up for - go have another one” Catch me CRYING??? Humphrey you are so sweet wtf??? Don’t sacrifice yourself though, it ain’t worth it??

THE SALUTE

Humphrey and Robin solidarity

Wait?? He wasn’t executed right there?? So the documentary is wrong?? Does he die in a sword fight?? Nope he can’t get the swords down. What’s happening??

(I love the arguing between the guards thats so good XD)

The chimney - genius move!! (his legs O.O nice legs)

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BITCH I SCREAMED, THE FUCKING SWORDS THATS SO FUNNY HOLY SHIT???? I LOVE THAT SO MUCH OMG, THATS SUCH A GOOD TWIST!! OMG

The body?? Holy shit thats so good omg

ROBIN TUDOR ERA ROBIN finding Humphrey awwwwwww

“Ummmm - they’re all at it” the sass Thomas I love it!!

Ngl I kinda want the Button House jumper?? It looks so comfy!!

Ooooooohhhh Julian thinks Barclay’s dead that’s so clever - bitch is on the verge of death though

Ahhhhh its the shirt, so bitch isn’t gonna die what a prick.

Alison don’t kiss the tag it’s been on the sweaty chest of a land owning Tory all day - you’ll catch every disease under the sun from that.

Thomas leave her alone

Yesssss Alison standing up to him finally!!

*whispers* “Damn your eyes” that is literally the sweetest thing O.o

I want this scene tattooed on me forever, Thomas’ little smile when she stands up to him!!

ALISON PARENTAL BACKSTORY THIS IS ALL IVE WANTED!! We got it right though, lost both parents.

“Like having family all around me” <3 <3 <3 Oh fuck leave her alone

FAMILY PHOTO O.O O.O That’s so sweet

BUTT HO BUTT HO BUTT HO BUTT HO (Cap… calm yourself)

Julian’s cameo XD XD XD That’s brilliant!!! And Pat asking for an autograph

THAT WAS SO GOOOODDDDDDD

AS YOU CAN SEE MY USE OF CAPS HAS INCREASED THOUGH THE EPISODE CAUSE HOLY SHIT AMAZING

BRO I LOVED THAT SO MUCH???? THIS SEASON IS GONNA BE INCREDIBLE OMG

100/10 PRIMARILY FOR HUMPHREY CONTENT AND ALSO ALISON BACKSTORY

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

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@tcrres9 @filippoinzaghi a christmas themed carraville fic you said? 😘

Gary is cosy and content as he can be—it’s Christmas day, he is with his family, and Phil’s and Tracey’s children are filling the house with unending cheer (and a healthy amount of screaming), reminding Gary of what the three of them used to be like when they were kids.  He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes it all in.  His mum’s cooking smells heavenly.  All is as it should be in the world.

Except, well-

“Who is the 12th plate for?” he asks Tracey, looking at the table.

There are only 11 of them after all, between Phil and Tracey’s families, his mum, and him.  He would chalk it down to an honest mistake with anyone else but the obnoxious attention to detail runs in the family—his mum and sister would never make such a glaring error, not in the lead-up to Christmas dinner.

Tracey grins an evil grin which announces mischief is afoot. The doorbell rings cheerfully, as if waiting for just this moment.  “I’ll get it!” his mum announces, and Gary follows after her on auto-pilot, like an insect drawn to a terrible light.

He does not like surprises and he is going to revolt if Uncle Rob is joining them again, stinking of alcohol and spewing his Tory nonsense.

But his mum opens the door and-

“C.arragher?!”

Gary blinks, but sure enough- Jamie C.arragher is standing at the door, larger than life, holding in one hand a large bag filled with—are those presents?—and in the other, a wine bottle.

“James, there you are,” his mum says, smiling.  “It is so good to finally meet you in person!”

They hug and Jamie kisses her on the cheeks as if—God forbid—they are French.  “Jill,” he says, smiling an equally bright smile, before he hands her the bottle.  “I was told you know your wine, so.”

Jamie C.arragher is at their door, gifting his mum what admittedly looks like an excellent bottle of red wine, talking to her like they are the best of friends.  It’s Christmas day, they are about to have Christmas dinner and Jamie C.arragher-

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Gary asks, wondering if he fell into a mad alternate universe.

“Gary,” his mum tuts.  “That’s not nice.  I invited James.”

Oh, crazy Uncle Rob, things I would give to see you right now.

Jamie walks inside, setting the bag of presents by the door. “How could I refuse an invitation from such a lovely lady?”  He takes off his coat, still grinning.  Underneath it, he is wearing a red Christmas jumper with a large Rudolph the Reindeer on it. “Although, meeting you, it is hard to believe you have such a rude son.”

“Oh, he takes it after his father.” Gary’s mum says as she disappears into the house with Jamie’s coat and the wine bottle, waving her hand.

Jamie walks through the hallway and into the living room and Gary follows after him blindly, still dumbstruck.

“Oh, hey Jamie.” Phil raises his head from where he is sitting next to his wife Julie.

“Glad you could join us.”  Tracey offers him the warmest of smiles.  Gary wants to shake them both.  There is a Scouser in their house and no one else seems to be fazed by it in the slightest.  Is he losing his mind?  Is he hallucinating?  Has he died and is now in hell?

“Jamie.”

Before anyone can say or do anything else, he drags Jamie by the arm into the nearest empty room…which, happens to be the bathroom.  Not ideal, but it will do.  He shuts the door behind them. 

“What on earth are you doing here?”

“Really Gary, you are breaking my hea-”

His forearm flies to Jamie’s chest, his fist grabbing a handful of jumper and his elbow digging into his skin, ready to shove him against the wall.

“I mean it.”  

Jamie seems a bit taken aback at this threat of violence and truth be told, so is Gary.  He lets go but keeps his eyes fixed on Jamie, demanding an answer.

“Your mum invited me, honest,” Jamie says, but there is a terrible glint in his eyes.  “And well, I could not resist the chance to meet the rest of your family, even if frankly, I was a bit confused at the invitation myself.”

“Don’t you have a Christmas dinner of your own to go to?” Gary asks, but his brain is finally catching up to the last five minutes, and this is bad.

Jamie waves his hand dismissively.  “We have it at 2pm so I had plenty of time.  I will go back to my mum’s after this.”

Who has Christmas dinner at 2pm?  Although if anyone would, it would be the C.arraghers.  But right now this is the least of his worries.  

“My mum-”  He sighs and drags a hand over his face.  “She is a lot more sly than she looks.  She almost certainly invited you to…well, to see if she approves.”

Now, for the first time today, it’s Jamie’s turn to be confused. “Approves of what?”

“Of you.  Of…us.”

“And why would she do that?”

Because- well, every time Gary has visited she has been asking him whether there is a special someone in his life and reminding how he is not getting any younger and sighing about how she doesn’t want to die without knowing his son has someone to go home to.  And she- well, she may have asked, in one of those times, whether he and ‘that C.arragher fellow’ had something going on perhaps, and-”

Jamie makes a very high-pitched, unintelligible noise of surprise, like, ‘oh ohoho oh.’

“I didn’t tell her we were dating!”  Gary retorts.  “I just- well, I may have changed the subject in a way which suggested she was not wrong…and I might have done it again a few times after that.”

It had worked too; questions about his romantic life (or lack thereof) stopped for the most part, and when she did ask them, he could look away and pretend to be embarrassed.  He just never thought-

Jamie shakes his head but he looks as if Liverpool has just pulled a surprise comeback, like a child let loose in a candy shop and already high on sugar.  

“Someone has been very naughty this year, eh?”

Gary punches him in the arm.  “Shut up.”

Jamie makes what is a whine but sounds like a moan and of course, right at that very moment, there is a knock on the door.

“Boys,” his mum calls from the other side, “I am sorry to interrupt but I am afraid we are waiting on the two of you to start dinner. There will be plenty of time at night I’m sure to-”

“Mum!”

Things Gary would give for the ground to open up and swallow him wholesale right now.

[georgiaswarr]

georgia warr

never been in love - gatlin

a song about wanting to be in love but not being able to be in love, which is very fitting for georgia’s initial situation. i’ve put this at the beginning of this playlist because - spoiler alert - the last song on here is also called never been in love and i think these two songs symbolise georgia’s journey in a very mint way. also, the first line of this song is “that boy from georgia was so sweet” which i think is pretty funny

somebody to love - queen

the title says it all. georgia wants to find somebody to love. i mean, she’s already found them, but we’ll get to that later.

paradise - coldplay

georgia is a big dreamer and yearner and i think this song really encapsulates that on so many levels. i mean “when she was just a girl / she expected the world / but it flew away from her reach / so she ran away in her sleep” that’s georgia !

tous les garçons et les filles - françoise hardy

french song because i’m ~quirky~ but this song is basically about seeing everyone else be in relationships and feeling lonely/wanting one for yourself

waiting for love - avicii

georgia is a hopeless romantic, but she’s still waiting for her own grand romance (she still hasn’t realised that the “love” she’s “waiting for” has already “come around”)

dear no one - tori kelly

georgia “i want someone to be in love with but there is no one” warr, at least at the beginning of the book

chaos - miki fiki

this song can be interpreted with various themes of the book in mind such as yearning for something you don’t have, feeling lonely, emotional turmoil, etc, it’s a banger

i walk a little faster - fiona apple

highjacked from @kindaorangey’s loveless playlist (they’ve done a great rundown here). this song has similar themes to dear no one, anticipating that romance will come to you, but it hasn’t, despite how hard you chase it, how fast you walk

when - dodie

shoutout to @drarrystar for recommending this song to me because so many of the lines reflect georgia to the core. just look up the lyrics and you’ll agree

deeper - ella eyre

“cause i’m scared, i can’t lie / i don’t feel the same inside / i can’t decide if i have the heart to confess” georgia thinks she can learn to love jason romantically if she just digs a little deeper

loneliness for love - lovelytheband

“anything at all not to feel alone / anything at all just to feel whole / ‘cause i keep mistaking loneliness for love”

a little more - alessia cara

“there you are with your college friends / you played in a marching band / i can't help but wish i knew you then / but i guess i know you now // it looks as if i've stumbled right into the palm of your hand // hey, you / hey, mr. knock on my door / i'm sorry that I've been emotions galore / am i crazy for wanting a little bit more? / a little more of you” georgia about sunil. she needs their guidance and wishes he’d been there for her earlier.

stuck in california - rightfield

a song about feeling alone and alienated by everyone and everything around you, and waiting for your “stars to align”, which fits georgia if you ask me

seven - taylor swift

georgiapip song !!!!!! it’s also about how alienating it can be to grow up and lose your childhood innocence, and i have a lot of thoughts about a very specific brand of growing pains that come with being aspec, but that’s a topic for another day

te amo - rihanna

this is a song about having someone be romantically in love with you and the heartbreak that comes from not being able to reciprocate those feelings --> georgia about jason

love love love - of monsters and men

same as te amo. it hits especially hard when you do love the other person so fucking much

ceiling won’t break - finish ticket

this song gives me georgia’s emotional turmoil vibes, also the line “i see no lights ‘cause the lights weren’t aimed at me” can be interpreted in a “cupid’s arrows didn’t hit georgia” way if you get what i mean

lack of emotion - skott

once again we are dealing with themes of not being able to feel the emotions that you “““““should”““““ feel for someone

let me go - hailee steinfeld

another song about georgia and jason’s (romantic) relationship and how it was doomed to fail from the beginning so she hopes he can let her go

i’m so tired - lauv, troye sivan

i’m just thinking about that line in loveless where georgia resentfully realises how many songs are about romantic love. she’s just so tired

crush culture - conan gray

and another song about being resentful of our romance-obsessed society, which georgia certainly is plenty of times throughout the book

home - ella eyre

christmas break time babey !!!! georgia has reached her low point and she’s going home

i love my car - belle & sebastain

“I pressed a cold hand against my car, which was as far up the drive of our house as it could get. I’d missed my car.” - loveless by alice oseman, celebrating all kinds of love since 2020

i’ve never written a song about a boy - eva westphal

this was actually recommended to me by @michaelholdenn for this playlist ! a song about the liberation that comes with not having to force attraction anymore

this is home - cavetown

i think months ago some ask told alice that this is a loveless song and i agree

why can’t we be friends - jordy searcy

this is about georgia’s strained relationship with pip and jason after the bailey ball and how she wishes they could just be friends again, the way they were all throughout their childhood

chiquitita - abba

okay fuckers THIS is literally the LOVELIEST song about friendship and wanting to be there for your loved ones and i’m sure georgia relates

open up - matt simons

“you’re hard to talk to with that wall around you” vs. “rooney had a solid brick wall round some part of her that nobody was allowed to know.” basically, georgia wants rooney to open up to her

just fucking let me love you - lowen

okay, yes, this song is very gay, but i think it can be applied to georgiarooney too ! the frustration this song expresses of wanting to shake someone and scream at them to just fucking let you love them is definitely shown in loveless when it comes to those two

less than i do - the band camino

georgia about pip. she hopes that pip will forgive her eventually. i mean look at the line “i still have your denim jacket” in the song - georgia still has pip’s jacket too, it’s perfect !!!

friends will be friends - queen

if loveless taught us anything it’s that friends sure fuckin will be friends

stick with me - olly murs

“we all get lonely / trying to find a place where we should be / trying to find someone to set us free / there are times a friend is all you need” you know when alice said that every character in the book feels “loveless” in some way at one point or another, but they all learn the value and importance of platonic love? yeah.

your song - moulin rouge

“and then, with three accompanists, i stood on a boat on the river wear and sang ‘your song’ - the version specifically from moulin rouge - to pip quintana, who didn’t yet know me as well as i wished she did, but despite that, was one of my favourite people i had ever met.”

wherever i live - alessia cara

you know the scene after georgia leaves pip and rooney to their first kiss? yeah, this song really reflects that mindset of half loneliness, half acceptance to me. listen to it.

take time - honest men

accepting your identity takes time ! even by the end of loveless there’s still days when georgia wishes she wasn’t aroace and the book presents this in an amazing and properly nuanced way !

die alone - finneas

"you asked me, ‘do you wanna die alone / or watch it all burn down together?’ / i said i’d rather try to hold on to you forever” this song is very much georgiarooney - finding each other in their darkest of days and watching everything they thought they knew (amatonormativity) burn down. together.

no lover - jetty bones

the next few songs are basically just one aro anthem after the next. this is another recommendation from @michaelholdenn - “maybe i don’t need a lover, i just need the friend”

solo - carly rae jepsen

highjacked from @kindaorangey’s loveless playlist. amazing anthem about how it’s okay to be single and how romantic love isn’t as fulfilling as society makes it out to be anyway

trust my lonely - alessia cara

i think in georgia’s case this song can be interpreted as her learning to finally let go of her pre-conceived notions of what love is and what she should want, her learning to “trust her lonely”, though lonely here just means romance-less

love is a town - josh gilligan

“if [romantic] love is a town then i’m passing through" yeah, romance is not for georgia and she’s starting to accept that.

new romantics - taylor swift

the loveless gang is the new romantics !!! they’re redefining love and romance !!!

team - lorde

“and everyone's competing for a love they won't receive / 'cause what this palace wants is release” anyway, let’s go found family song

wild things - alessia cara

now, i don’t know if alessia cara is queer but I DARE YOU to look at the lyrics of wild things and not tell me that this is the ULTIMATE queer anthem about found family and saying fuck you to respectability politics. i DARE you. anyway, loveless is also about found family and saying fuck you to respectability politics so it’s very fitting

never been in love - will jay

full circle babey !!!!! this is THE aro anthem so obviously i had to add it and comparing the “never been in love / and it’s all good” to the “never been in love / and i fucking hate that i couldn’t make it past a crush” message from the first song we can really reflect georgia’s journey of self-acceptance in loveless which i love a lot

[alindakb]

How Love Hurts - Chapter 7.7 - by Alinda

Harry looks at Hermione. He doesn’t know what she wants him to say. That he’s happy or relieved probably. But he won’t, because he’s fucking not.

“So, I’m not allowed anywhere near this case, of course, being family of the victim and the person on trial. But Marion is a great prosecutor, she will make sure the truth comes out,” Hermione continues.

“That’s great, Hermione,” Draco answers her. “I’m sure the Ministry will inform us if we have to contribute in any way.”

Harry turns his head into Draco’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to contribute to anything. He just wants to get the all-clear from the healers, find a new place to live and take this second chance on life he’s been given. Well, technically his fourth chance. Maybe Scorpius is right and Harry is secretly a cat that has nine lives. So he will be able to escape dead another five times. Well in the rate he’s going he might even make it to a hundred years then.

“Harry, I thought you would be happy to hear that the Ministry is supporting you again. They even consider to up the charges to attempted murder and domestic abuse. That means that once this trial is over she will never be able to hurt anyone ever again.”

“Hermione, can we maybe talk about something else. Harry isn’t ready for this. Let just give him some time to adjust to the idea that the entire wizarding world is going to find out that his ex-wife almost killed him when he tried to settle some kind of visitation agreement for his children. You know how much he hates being the centre of attention.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so angry at her. What she did, for who knows how long. And I didn’t even notice it. I’m really sorry Harry, me and Ron, we should have noticed something was wrong. You should have been able to tell us. And I’m really sorry you couldn’t.” Harry can hear that Hermione is upset, and he’s sure tears will be on her face when he looks up, but he can’t. Harry wants to disappear, so he just keeps his face hidden in the crook of Draco’s shoulder.

“He knows, Hermione. Just let him be, okay,” Draco tells her while his fingers stroke through Harry’s hair.

“Yes, off course. Did you already hear back from the healers about the latest tests? I’m sure both of you would like to go home by now.”

Home, wherever that is going to be. Harry still has to tell Draco that he sold Grimmauld Place. Draco said he would get Mila and Toby to clean it up, get it all ready for their return as soon as Harry can leave this stupid hospital. Whoever knew that spending two months in here would drive him crazy. At least it kept all the journalist at bay. Harry doesn’t need to know what they’ve been writing. Ron said it’s crazy to see how all the reporters that named Harry a young man with a midlife crisis that finally lost the plot when he left Ginny for Draco now call him the victim of an unjust society. Not a single word has gotten out about what really happened, the only thing that is public knowledge is that Ginny has been arrested for attacking Harry. And if it was up to Harry that would be all they ever find out. But with the trail coming that’s not going to happen. The entire world will hear about how their Saviour was just a scared man trapped in an abusive marriage that almost killed him.

“No, I hope they tell us something soon. The longer it takes the worse it’s going to be,” Draco says.

“It’s going to be fine, Draco,” Harry says while he sits up a little straighter. “I can walk all by myself to the toilet now, I’m sure they will all agree it’s time for me to get out of here. And when not, I’m going to hex everyone until they let me.”

“Harry, if they say you need to stay longer, you should really stay. What will your kids say if you drop dead at home because you got sick of staying at the hospital,” Hermione says.

Harry shakes his head and Draco lets out a short laugh. “Yes, Hermione, I know. And I will, I promised my kids I would listen to the healers and be a good patient for once. So here I am, being good and all. Doesn’t mean I want to stay here for another day,” Harry says.

“It would be nice to go home,” Draco says. “I’ve missed Grimmauld Place.”

Harry his hand moves up to the scar on his upper arm. He really needs to tell Draco, he knows he has to, but it will break his heart. He’s put just as much effort and time into fixing up that place as Harry had. And Harry just sold it without a second thought.

In that moment healer Johnson walks into the room. She has a smile on her face and tells them that Harry passed all the tests with flying colours. His heart is completely healed, no sign of any permanent damage. He’s free to recover further in his own home. Draco burst out in tears when they tell them and Harry hugs him close.

“I told you I was going to be fine,” he whispers into Draco’s ear.

“I know, you idiot. You have any idea how fucking lucky you are. Eighty-seven percent of victims with spell damage at the heart don’t survive past a week, and only fifteen percent of the people that don’t die have a full recovery. Most die within years after the damage is done.”

“Draco, I’m not going to die anytime soon, you hear me. I want to see my kids graduate, fall in love, get married, have kids. I want to see them make fun of me when my hair starts to turn grey, I want to see wrinkles start to form on your face because of how much I make you smile in the life we’re going to have.”

Draco nods and gives Harry a soft peck on his lips. They smile at each other for a moment until healer Johnson clears her throat.

When Harry looks back at healer Johnson and Hermione he doesn’t miss the small tear that Hermione whips from her face. Of course, she also knew the numbers and how big the change was that Harry would never fully recover.

“I need to go tell Ron, and... Well, everyone, I guess. I’ll floo Minerva so she can inform the kids at Hogwarts, I’m sure you want them to know as soon as possible,” Hermione says while she gets up from her chair. She already has her phone in her hands.

“Yes, go make sure everyone knows I’m good. I’ll write the kids later, have them hear it from me too, but floo Minerva anyway. The kids would be glad to know asap.”

Hermione nods and walks out of the room. Healer Johnson goes over the rules for Harry to go home. No heavy lifting, no running, and defiantly no flying. Harry has to take it easy. Healer Johnson tells him to let that man take care of you, and so on. Harry is fine with all of it, as long as he can just leave this hospital. The only thing they now have to do is figure out where to go.

When healer Johnson leaves the room, Harry knows he can’t keep it from Draco any longer. “There is something I need to tell you,” he starts. He looks Draco in the eyes and he hates how much he’s going to hurt him now. “We can’t go back to Grimmauld Place.” Tears start to form in Harry’s eyes when he sees the confusion on Draco’s face. “I’m so sorry, I know you loved that house just as much as I did.”

“Harry, shh, it’s okay. If you don’t want to live there anymore we can find a new place.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to live there anymore, I had to,” Harry hides his face in Draco’s shoulder again. He can’t say this and see the hurt on Draco’s face, knowing it was all for nothing in the end. “She made me sell the place, Draco. It’s not mine anymore.”

“Oh, Harry, I thought you knew. This is why you kept giving me those looks every time I mentioned the place. You think it’s not ours anymore. What do you think Hermione did the moment you decided to agree to sell it.”

“Draco, I don’t get it. I’ve sold it, the house belongs to someone else. Why aren’t you angry at me?”

“Because, Harry, look at me,” Draco lifts Harry’s chin so they can look each other in the eyes. “Because I’m the crazy person that put down all his money to buy the place. I even sold the Manor to afford it. That place is special to you, I wanted to make sure you could get it back when you realised what a mistake you made giving it up.”

“You sold the Manor to buy Grimmauld Place?” Harry can’t believe his ears. Draco is the one that bought the house. They can still go back and live there. Harry feels overwhelmed, he leans forward and kisses Draco. “I love you so much,” he cries against Draco’s lips. “Thank you for doing that for me.”

“When will you get it in that thick head of yours that I’ll do anything for you, Harry?”

“Maybe soon, it’s getting a bit hard to miss with all the sacrifices you’re willing to make to make sure I’m happy.”

They kiss again and Harry struggles to believe he’s really going home today, to the place that was made to give him his happily ever after.

Draco pulls away and fumbles with something in his pocket. “There’s another thing I’ve been wanting to ask you. Lily put this idea in my head, and after a talk with Hermione I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Harry looks at Draco, who suddenly looks nervous. “Draco, what are you doing?” he asks. Harry has an idea of what kind of idea Lily came up with. She’s a firm believer in happy ends for fairy tales. And most of them end with the princess marrying the prince.

“When my mother died, I inherited the Black family ring. I gave it to Astoria back then, but she never wore it. After her death, I found it in its box, next to a letter. Tori wrote to me, telling me I should one day give it to the man that will hold my heart in a way she never could. You’re that man, Harry. I love you so much. And almost losing you this Christmas, made me realise I don’t want to live without you. So what I’m really trying to say is,” Draco pauses to pull a golden ring from his pocket, “fuck I should be on my knees for this shouldn’t I?”

“No, you don’t, just ask me the fucking question so I can say yes,” Harry says. His heart is beating like crazy and he’s glad Johnson just told him it’s all healed up.

Draco takes Harry’s hand in his and their eyes lock onto each other. “Harry James Potter, will you marry me?” Draco asks. Harry utters a yes and then his lips are on Draco’s. He’s going to marry him, the love of his life. Someday soon he’ll be able to call him his husband. And Harry can’t wait to find out what married life is like when you are truly in love, he’s sure it’s going to be amazing.

[fairycosmos]

but it's like the queen doesn't draw in tourists, her gigantic ass palace does... i mean even if you took her out of the equation ppl would still come to see her mansion and instead of that funding her dumbass breakfast and tea everyday ppl who need it would be able to get that funding... like tourists never even see the queen anyway lol they just wait outside buckingham palace and watch the guards instead lmao

RIGHT??? god the worst thing about christmas is having to put up with that shit. im glad im not the only one suffering lol. i s2g i almost had a brain aneurysm listening to my family defend her inaction, while simultaneously praising her for absolutely nothing. my grandma was like "she's very frugal, she eats cornflakes for breakfast :)" like hello i don't care?? kids r living in poverty right in front of her?? the countrys fucked?? i live on a council estate and none of the lights in my house work?? she's got millions upon millions and does nothing for anyone. ppl just want to like the royals cause of tradition or for a weird misplaced sense of loyalty/superiority. you're right, there's loads of other landmarks in england that make a profit for the country. we don't need some decaying tory corpse lording over us while we all die of depression and disease like it's 1803 lmfao

[megamangx]

Megaman christmas beat down

megaman was in doctor light house playing switch with roll protoman and megamangx “sonic is best chartactyer i can beat you easy” megaman said as he spindished around the level and protoman got annoyed and went for a drink

on the tv there was some arcologists who dug up a frozen sleeping chamber and a bit man smashed out of it and killed the arcologists “I AM BORIS JOHNSTON YOUR NEW ETERNAL PRIME MINISTER AND RULER OF THE WORLD NOW I WILL BAN CHRISTMAS PRESENTS SO ONLY RICH PEOPPLE CAN GETTING THEM NOW AND FUN FOR PEOPLE IS ANOT NOT ALLOWED NOW” he said and killed the police and took over the govment building

“what the hell?” megman sad

dotor light typed computer to find records “he was an evil tory man who runned uk in the olden days and m ade people slaves who had to die in food banks and they brainwished people to vote them forever so nobody could get them out of govnment” said light

megaman was angry and gotted his mega buster “not today we live in a better future now and i wil;l not let that blowbag take back over” he shed and teleportaled into battle

people tryed to fight but boris had revived mark zuckerberg as a robot master called networkman “make them bow to me” boris ordered

“of course i am the tech god and can do what i want nothing can stop me and the sheep will bend” network man said and used a fake news beam to beam lies into peoples brains

“i can’t fight it” said a man as his face turned red like gammon food and his hair was blad and he turned ugly and then HE WAS A BOOMER “i love boris i love boris and the earth is a cube because facebook told me so and the moon and is made of pizza i read it on the internet im have the truth knowledge the mainstem media cant infulance me haha” said the boomer and everyone was turned into boomers by the fake news attack

“this is bad” megaman said

protoman came to he;p but the boomers attacked “we can’t fight them they are hiumans and even if brainwished we have to find another way”

then boris sumoned bbc and laurna kassenburg “do not fighting boris it is extreme you must be good centrist like us and let him become dictator forever it is moderate thing you must doing!!!” she said

protoman facepalm harded “you are just a useful fool for evil governments and use fake nautral logic to trick people into supporting right wings you are just a right wing yourself but coward to say you are one” protoman pointed and she was angry and takened an uzi machinepistol out “die you fucking prick” l aura kassburg said but roll roundhouse kicked her “leave brothers alone”

boris turned on a machine as he drained the money from every family turning them even poorer and fed the money to rich people who got richer “only rich people have human rights now you will all go back to workhouses where you belong and i will CREATE THE FINAL BREXIT TO BRING THE VICTORIAN TIME BACK HAHAHASGHA” laughed boris as buildings rotted and people where made homeless

“i don’t like this” said a local man but then network man shot him with the news beam “i like this now its my own fault if i vote boris forever i can be rich one day the facebook told me so so it must be truth” said the brainwished man.

boris drained so much money he got fat and blaoted on all the money until he was so rich he was the only rich person “i need more cash” said boris

“THIS ENDS NOW!” megaman gx point and fighted but boris sent out rupert murdoch with the sun newspaper and the daily mail head to fight him but megaman gx destroy them in one hit “your lies do not work on me boris johnston i have the heart and soul of justice in me” megaman gx swore

but then a fleet of death ships rised out of the ground “AT LAST THE FINAL BREXIT IS READY” said borius as the ships started attacking citys with big laser bombs

the boomers where straving to death and had all catched the whooping cough “this is good for us brexit is all that matters i dont care if i die lets get brexit done” said the head boomer who died of the cold

boris felt like a tory god as he was mad with money and power and steven banon was there to “network man make the young serve us to we need a new army of teenager boomers” bannon said

network man then used his news beam to beam nazism into there brains “hitler was a good man and we need to kill all the not white people that way we will not die of being poor and not having cough medicines” said the young hip new age nazis

“soon i will privateize the sun and air and everything will be better that way” boris said but then things got bad

“no will be the new god i have social medica tech and can do everything and no one can stop me and people will do what my website tells them to die I AM BETTER THAN JESUS NOW” said network man as he spread fake news around the planet

“if we all kill ourselfs and let mankind die then we can bring the jobs back” said the boomers as the news beams melted there brains more

“I CAN DO ANYTHING I CAN DO ANYTHING” netowkr man bouncing around like mad

network man shot more powerful beams into young people “misery and pain is good for all of you hahahahahaha” said network man

“i dont care about health food having a future or being alive i just want to trigger people hahaha” said the nazis

darkness rised so much that MEGA HITLER ROSE FROMT HE CRACKED EARTH AND THINGS GOTTED BAD “i will merge with mega hitler now” said network man as he turned into the mega hitler core and looked like a mix of galatius and hitler

“i am so powerful and control information and money that i can make people do what i want just by thinking it this is power sxo good i do not be needing army now” laughed mega hitler

megaman fired buster shots but then megamangx got the hchaos emeralds “i’ve had it with this lOSER HE TALKS AND WANTS TO BREK SPRITS BUT THAT IS ALL HE IS JUST A MAN NOT A GOOD THEY ARE ALL JUST A MAN” said megamangx as golden wind played on his i pod and he went INTO CHAOS GOLDEN EMERALD FORM

“you are a man not a god”

mEGA HITLER WAS TERRORFYED OF THE POWERFUL TRIO OF MEGA SIBLINGS “take this EMERALD SHOT FINAL MUDA 1000000 BILLION PAGES” megaman gx shouted

then he punched mega hitler 100000000000000000000000000000 times “MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA”

then the armor cracked as mega hitler blew up and died forever as network man was exposed “no have mercy i will let you buy ads on facebook you can tell any lies you want” network man said

it just made megamangx even more angry “YOU ARE SLEEZE MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA”

network mans robot master parts hwre blown away as he turned back into the skinny mark zucerberg “owwwwwwwww” zuck cry

“MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA”

megaman gx was so angry at what the scumbag had did with his rich friends and his planet ego that he gained the power of GOLDEN EMERLAD REQIUM “MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA”

the muda where so hard that it broke time meaning mark zuckerberg could feel a singl muda 100 times and then “FINAL MUDA MUD AMUD AMUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA” megaman gx screamed opunching him so hard he broke time and blasted into the sun but due to marks broken time he fell into the sun over and over forever and would always feel the sun burning him forever as he would forever be punched into the sun

everyone was cured of the bad information andevil media bioth mainstream and stupiud online crap “i did i turn into a boomer what come over me i need to be a better person” said a middle aged man abd everyone went back to there lifes and rebuilded the city again and boris johnston and all his rich friends went to jail “you too eh?” sighed doctor wily who shared a cell with him.

megaman megaman gx protoman and roll all went to doctor lights for a big christmas party and ate good food and played the switch and had all there friends over and it was a good time “nothing is hopeless if we hold justice hard and keep the light alive” megaman gx said

“AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL THE FANS”

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All I Want for Christmas is You

There's a knock at the door as you get the fire going. "Come in!" you shout, figuring it's Brendon.

"Oh ho ho, little girl," Brendon calls out like the dork he is. You turn around, breath catching as he takes off his jacket: he has no shirt on, just suspenders, Santa pants, boots, and hat. He flings a sack over his shoulder. "You've been on my so-naughty-you're-good list this year, haven't you?"

"Oh, Santa," you say dramatically, placing your hand over your heart. "I tried sooo hard to be good, but your little elf, Brendon? He's been trying for months to seduce me." You pout, then grin. "And, well, he didn't have to try that hard; turns out, I am a very naughty girl."

"Well, good thing Santa is really a bunch of different elves..." he grins.

You smile too, jumping up onto him, and he has to drop the sack to catch you as you wrap your limbs around him, hands on your ass and thighs. You kiss him, one arm sliding between you to tweak his nipple. "Are you my present then, B?"

He chuckles. "Yes, this little elf is a present, but I still brought you others. Remember that list you made, y/n?"

You nuzzle into his neck. "Course I do, but there's so many things on it, I know you didn't get me all of them. And you wanted some things to be a surprise." You had seven of one kind of item in particular based on looking online with him that you are eager to get to.

It's the 22nd, but considering the time you're able to have alone together without respective families, you two decided that tonight and the 27th would be your nights together. He wanted to wait until after Christmas to get his gifts. For sure, most of your presents are for him too, including the naughty ones, but still... You can't help but think of some of the ones you picked out for him based on his choices, how he awkwardly and nervously, almost embarrassed, told you he wanted to try them, that you were so good with your fingers you made him want more.

Fuck, you kissed him so much, touched him, thanked him for telling you, told him he was so fucking hot... and reminded him just how good you were with your hands as he looked toys up on his laptop until he let the pleasure overtake him. Teasingly asked "Wonder if that'll feel like...this?", made him buck into your slick grip, rock down on your curled gloved fingers carefully massaging, pressing, stroking or shaking light and fast, like a weak vibe, over that spot inside him.

"Maybe we should start with the G-rated gifts? Well, the ones that seem G-rated, anyway." You get off him, letting him reach for the sack as you move back to the fireplace, grabbing pillows off the couch for you both to sit on. He hands things to you with the sweetest excited little boy look on his face. As you unwrap and take things out of gift bags, you discover food like berries, whipped cream, and butterscotch liqueur sauce. Only seemingly G-rated is right; as if you two don't know what they'll be used for. Next up, scented candles: peach, vanilla and mint. The books Mysteries of Pittsburgh and A Home at the End of the World; you'd been wanting to check them out since you saw the movies. The latest seasons of Supernatural--you'd fallen behind on two of your other favourite boys--and Orange is the New Black. And Tori Amos's latest cd. Brendon took second place to her as she was an utter musical and lyrical god, and your poor baby knew it, joked about you leaving him for her to your "Sadly, she's not nearly as into pussy as you are." You wouldn't turn her down if it were possible, but come on: no one could get you turning him down.

"Entering PG-13 territory, I think..." Brendon winks, beaming, handing you another.

You grin as he bites his lip and it just makes him look sexier and cuter. You can't stop gazing at him as you're opening the box, and don't look down until he does. "We're gonna have so much fun with these, Brendon." Chocolate almond, watermelon, strawberry, pineapple-mango. You kiss him, resting your hands on his thighs, gently massaging them, sighing. "Gonna get each other all messy and tasty with these?" You lick his bottom lip, then suck on it, and he moans, hands going to your hips, pulling you closer. "As if the flavoured massage oils and lubes were the only thing you got for us to suck and lick off each other. I know what that food is for."

He flushes. "Can't decide if that makes you my good boy or my naughty one. And you say *I* am on the so-naughty list," you tease.

He kisses you, slipping his tongue in this time, and you eagerly answer, breath heavier. "Being naughty is good, B..." you murmur against those luscious lips of his, climbing astride him, and you can feel him getting harder--"naughty little elf"--after your pelvis instinctively presses to his.

You find his hair, stroking, tugging gently and he groans. You love when he's noisy, your moany whimpery gaspy babe... Shameless about being as noisy as you. You lightly scratch the nape of his neck as your other hand throws the Santa hat to the side, and cards back through his hair. You stop, finding a-- "Bow?"

"Told you I was your present too." He waggles his eyebrows, chuckling at his gooberdom.

"What a present, B, looking all pretty 'n sexy in your suspenders..." You trail your hand down his gorgeous, slim chest, stroking his soft lower belly, gathering a bit of flesh from slowing down to smoke up, relax in his Christmas sweaters, eat as much as he wants to as he should, those little strips of hair you adore. You find a nice rhythm as you grind on him seriously. "Gonna be one of my toys tonight, ain't you?"

His hands trail down your back, tenderly squeeze your ass. He nods, kissing you again, pulling away to giggle, "Too bad I don't vibrate."

"No hon, I'd rather have you in human form. Boy toy, heavy emphasis on the boy. Very human form." You wrap one arm around his back, other hand burrowing under to grab his ass, smooching him, over and over before pulling away, both of you getting drunk on it. Your gaze flickers down, remembering how they feel all over you. "Especially with your mouth, B...fuck."

He licks his lips, the fucker, and gets this...dirty look on his face. You can feel his dick jerk against you subtly as he rubs back against you, hands running up your back, to your hair, carefully pulling to expose your neck to a pair of the softest fucking lips in the world. Softest skin too... Fuck, you want both of you naked, want to rub all over him, pressed together, tongues playing, hands roaming, getting achier as you think about it, feel his mouth suck softly. “Baby boy...” you moan-sigh, both of you rocking together, needy but easy. Easy as in slow and easy as in shameless hussies. Cradle his neck, stroking and lightly scratching, sending shivers through him. He revels in pleasure, touch, everything.

His hands slide under your shirt, cupping your breasts, but you don't feel self-conscious about the fact they only fill half his hand, not even full Bs, that you don't wear a bra unless running because you don't need the support. Your nipples, clit and whole pussy are too busy getting swollen and desperate for touches and kisses and sucks to care. His tongue circling over you...god wouldn't it be crazy if he could lick and suck more than one spot...somehow had two mouths...hands working over what his two mouths couldn't. One mouth on clit, other sucking one nipple, then the other, your neck... You're gasping and panting into his mouth, tongues barely touching, teasing... Press to him more, grind faster, needing, aching for him. Grab his head and kiss him firmer, knocking off the bow, and god his hair. Close, close...

“Bet you can, huh?” You nod, not realizing for a few seconds what he's referring to, but betting the answer to his question is yes.

You roll off him, bringing him with, parting to undo your pants, kick them and your underwear off. He makes quick work of your shirt. “That's my sweet girl,” he moans, nipple in his mouth, hand going between your thighs, brushing over your bush, finding you damp there, then slick and hot between your labia. Rubbing all over, telling you to rock on his hand, palm pressing and lifting against your clit and lips.

“Fuck, wanted to wait longer, but...” He's shifting down, spreading your thighs, tilting you, opening your heat up. He kisses your thighs briefly, nuzzles his nose through your hair, your wet. His tongue flicks out, tasting. Moaning, vibrating your pussy sweetly. “Could fucking live here, y/n...” he murmurs, gazing up at you, lips grazing, tongue rubbing over your labia, your clit. "Would live n die happy..." He's sucking, tongue circling over as much as he can get. Seriously. Shit, his moans...straight to your pussy in more than one way. Your hand in his hair...fouffy and silken, and you haphazardly stroke, sometimes pressing fingertips to his scalp.

Oh, fuck...his mouth. His mouth. “Fuck, B, suck it, please, baby...” He obliges...his mouth was made for this, you think, looking at him heavy lidded as he looks...eager and blissed out. Your eyes flutter shut, hands pressing on his head, rocking subtle but fast into his mouth. His hands slide over your thighs, cup your ass to get more of your cunt, chin pressing over what his lips and tongue aren't, sucking and slurping, focused on your clit, but sometimes opening up to gather more. “Circles, please...faster...oh...fuck, Brendon, ohgodohgodohgod, please...IneedfuckB...fuckmeplease...” You're coming, gasping, contractions gripping you, even more heat washing over you, blood pounding through you from your head to your cunt, legs trembling, tensing, belly heaving... He's kissing up your tummy, hand stroking over your still throbbing, aroused snatch, skips to your lips. You lick over his plush lips and tongue, his wet chin too, between kisses. “Mmmm...”

“Didn't tucker you out already?” he asks gently, knowing he didn't.

“Mmm...naw...” You stroke over his back, his ass. “Not my fault I got no blood in my brain... Lie down with me...” You keep kissing him though, stroking his hips, his dick and balls through the pants, realizing he must have satin panties on underneath, until he's panting and swearing into your mouth. You bet he's dampening those panties too.

If you weren't set on teasing him, you'd strip him, stroke over his bare skin, pubes, his silky pink eager dick and balls, kiss over his hips, suck and tongue and jack. Pussy and mouth both getting wetter at what you're doing, what you want to do... You love touching him, making him feel good, regardless of how long he lasts, how hard he is or isn't, whether he can still take stimulation on his dick because he loves being touched, loved, rubbed on, kissed, sucked. Loves fucking every which way, always making love... Fuck, everything was. “Think I should be a tease?” You love being his tease, but...fuck. You can totally go down on him, stroke him bare, and tease him.

“Still wanna lie down?” You nod, and he strokes your thighs, belly, breasts as you shift, cradles your head as you flop down.

You make grabby hands. “Want you on top of me.” You don't say the naked, but he knows you well, and the one worded question is greeted by your “Gimme my naked elf boy” as you tug his pants to his thighs, both giggling, and he gets everything off.

He puts the hat back on, and you're still giggling when you wrap your limbs around him. “My very own Brendon in a Santa hat...”

Rubbing your skin over his, everywhere you can, welcoming his weight, heat, firmness, softness... You use that moisturizer Jeremy got him into sometimes, but he does often...his skin is soft naturally, and it makes it baby soft...the softest skin you've felt on anyone. Your sweet soft baby.

Smooching over each other's faces, wriggling and touching, massaging casually. His hands in your hair, stroking...his dick rocking over your lips, clit, arousal spreading and building through you both. Silky and hard and wet from the both of you. Fuck, his dick. The moans he makes when his frenulum carefully presses your clit, both of you getting electric jolts that manage to soothe based on the pleasure on his face, his movements, noises...Fuck his dick like you are now. You think you started that, think you were moving against him everywhere including there since he covered you.

Your hands settle on his ass, small of his back, rub and squeeze over him, gently feeling those dimples, watching the pleasure on his face. He's always been on the curvy side for a boy with his frame, even having those dimples that mostly women have. Cup those round cheeks, fingers brushing between them, his gasping, fluttering lashes, rocking a bit faster, letting you know how pleasurable that simple touch is. “Applebottom,” you sigh, feeling his butt move with his movements over you, not realizing you said it aloud until he giggles.

“I got it from my mama, what can I say?” He kisses over your neck. “Should we stay like this, or move...lay out some sheets, get the oils?”

You think of him oiling you up, hands stroking until you're melting, relaxed but throbbing and so wet it's on your outer lips, hair, thighs and ass and the sheets...and his hands. “Fuck, the oils,” you sigh, reluctantly letting him go.

He wiggles his booty as he turns and you give him a swat, a stroke. “Think I'll ride that ass later...” You roll onto your side, open hand stroking over your mound and outer labia, missing his dick, his hips spreading your thighs, his warm skin, thinking.

Both of you covered in flavoured oil, him laying on you, rubbing...skin on skin, dick to cunt, his thigh between yours for you to grind on, his dick between your thighs, between your asscheeks. He lays down a couple matts, the plastic sheets. He's so beautiful: all that sensitive skin, the muscles shifting in his back, arms, legs, on his hands and knees, not realizing how it looks at first but it hits him with giggles. He turns his head and winks, pops his booty out, spreads, sways his hips, balls and asshole in view too. So comfortable naked generally, but eagerly adding in that vulnerability with you. Fuck, you can't help thinking of lapping over those delicate dangling balls, his perineum, that tender puckered skin, stroking and kissing his cheeks too, as he gasps and moans, your hands soothing his trembling thighs, head landing on a pillow to expose more to your mouth and hands.

He was often a tease with his past lovers with his ass and everything else, even tempting men with it, usually never letting more than a finger inside if anything, rarely two if slim, gentle and skilled, maybe a cautious insistent tongue if they got him to let go. Wanting, trusting a couple to rub between his cheeks without pushing inside, more inclined to letting them hump against his bum, or between his thighs, or dick to dick while they grabbed and rubbed it. One telling him how slow he'd be, how good he could make it for him. Brendon balking at something that big. Part of him wanting to try the other way sometimes but not wanting to ask for what he couldn't give, even if they offered. Besides, if just two fingers often hurt him, it probably wouldn't be easy for others... and with women, they didn't even have a prostate as incentive and pay off. You're glad other guys were safe enough to do that with for him, happy that no one pushed inside anyway.

You wish you got to see your gorgeous boy with someone else like he is with you, like he fucks with you, all that easy freedom, whether it included entry or not. You've had threesomes before, but he's not as free with men especially as with you, even now. He was and is even freer with women, calling women grinding on his ass riding the Bden Caboose even in his late teens (bless those two girl friends of his who invited him into their sex), eagerly rolling over for their pressing mounds, open pussies, stroking hands, probing fingers, tilting into it. Spanks, massages, grabs, nibbles, kisses, grinds, humps... Offering to touch, lick, finger open, massage, hump, everything to men and women back, but sometimes that was misread. (He still remembered what Audrey thought of his awkward, gooberish words, shy but excited touches, but he couldn't blame her considering what other guys who brought it up were after.) With you though, he's a... fucking nymph... God, you bet he hasn't done that, opening exposed and everything, lube nearby to remind him what could happen, and you know you're the first he’s wanted toys inside with... How does he even make you want to put your tongue there, lapping, massaging, circling...lost in him, too lusty and needy to worry about using a barrier? (Knowing you really should use one.) But, fuck, you do.

You've been rubbing your clit and upper lips for a while now, achy and full and wetter. Pressing him down on his belly and humping his butt silly as he thrusts slickly over a plastic covered or satin pillow. Maybe humping him on his hands and knees first or instead, grabbing his hips, petting his thighs and belly, gently squeezing his balls, rubbing his scrotum, stroking over his cock in counterpoint to your thrusts. Fuck, you're coming. Coming as he watches, panting, biting his lip, stroking slowly over his own cock. Rolling and sliding over each other, rubbing on each others backs, asses, breasts, bellies and fucking everywhere. Sucking each other, one on their back as the other is between their legs, and both at a time, maybe taking turns on top, on your sides. You both getting lost in the connection of mouths to genitals, that constant erotic current flowing into, through, and out of you back into him. Fingers sliding inside each other, gently spreading, rocking, searching. Him holding one of those new vibes, slipping, rocking, circling it over and in you as you command, moving into it, him kissing and rubbing on you. Feeding him your cunt as you straddle his face. Oh, fuck, another. This one grips hard, almost hurts, but you can't stop. Him straddling your breasts, feeding you his cock, his or your hand wrapped around what your mouth can't comfortably take. Fuck, you want him so much, need him...

"B... need you..."

You'll never get too much of him. You want to fuck for hours, love knowing he does too. Thinking of the fact that you get two, three, even four or more hour sessions with him as you glide over your clit and he kisses you, both moaning and panting, stroking your hair, calling you his bestest girl, the sexiest, one hand caressing over your thigh, hip, sucking your neck, hand slipping under you to stroke the small of your back, sets you off for the forth time that night. You stopped feeling guilty about your craving with him a while ago. One, no two, of the most sensuous, sexual, needy creatures on the planet. The most uninhibited, open either of you has ever been with someone, and that was saying a lot for both of you. You both had had great lovers of both sexes, great sex. But this was...fuck, it was something wondrous, often new, needing skin, mouths, genitals, drenched in want, need, love. Having him let you realize the rest of those subtle and not so subtle ways you were inhibited with men, that sex with a man could be as varied, open, boundless, ungoverned yet safe, as anything and everything as sex with women...

“Fuck, B... god... maybe I should put those panties on to keep things slowed down for a bit...” Your clit is oversensitive, hurting too much, but give you ten, even five minutes...

“Need a break, huh? I've got a matching pair for ya. You can tell me to take em off, or do it yourself when you want my hands there too. I'll put mine on too...” Goddamn, his ass, his cock and sac, hips, v-lines, in those panties... He slides another red pair up your legs and you lift, loving that he cops a careful feel after you smile your agreement of your mound and outer lips down to your ass first, pats your ass when they're on.

“Bet you can feel how wet I am through them already, B...” You brush your hand over them, then guide his. You look up at him, blissed out, sitting up, stroking over his hips, thighs bracketing his legs, delighting in that touch too, wriggling up and down them. “Peekaboo,” you sing, pulling his panties down, shifting his dick so the tip pops out, giving a few extra strokes, feeling his pulse, loving how warm he feels. He gazes back, eyes sparkling, grin filling those cheeks out even more. “Look at that... wanna smooch.” So you do, soft, then stroke your lips over it, tongue following over that hard but smooshy tip. Fuck, you'll suck him a little, you think. His hands stroke through your hair and you can't help grinding lightly against the couch, getting him wet with your sucking mouth, tongue, until he spurts precum, and you lick it up, take the second spurt. Rub your hand over his length and scrotum through the panties.

A gorgeous, pettable, smoochable, suckable... cock and balls on a lovely, gorgeous, pettable, and everything else boy. Because they're his and actually pretty and cute as far as male genitals go, absolutely silken—he totally uses the moisturizer there too, the minx—especially his dick. You pull his panties down more. God, such a good fit places: hand, mouth, between your labia and over your clit, tip to clit, the small of your back, between your asscheeks, thighs, inside your vagina. Him rocking in and/or you engulfing him, the rare times you crave and want him like that too, past begging for it into needing and truly being ready for it. Bless those girls who came before you and his own anxiety, his being eager to do what they wanted but wanting to make sure, both making him wait to make sure they meant it, him wanting to see what would happen if he didn't "get to it," that "fuck me" usually didn't actually mean what most men thought it meant, both at all and the way they thought of it. They also surprised that he...didn't, discovering they were glad he didn't rush into it, that it was a later part of things, or not even part of it. Beyond wet and swollen, feeling sloppy, almost fucked out after coming and coming, after his fingers, even a toy. So wet it's all over his dick, balls, pubes, thighs, pelvis, wherever else you've rubbed on, whether or not you cover him that way too. Him being smaller than average...fucking perfect.

“Fuck...this is your night, darlin...”

“Yes, it is,” you look up, kiss his belly, rub his back, ass, thighs, making squish noises. “My night with my good boy...my sweetest boy...” Every time with him was yours.

You still usually came several times even on “his” nights, still had him moaning around a mouthful of pussy, still had him eager for your hot juicy pussy all over him, touching, rubbing, kissing you how you liked it. His nights were sometimes him being needier, pleading, but docile. Beyond what he usually was, like he needed... lots and lots of caretaking, guidance and praise. At times even asking for, wanting you to hurt and dominate him, but you'd never be cruel to your baby, always tried to ease him out of that with loving words, gentle touch, kisses, showing him how good he made you feel, telling him that you would never humiliate or degrade your sweet soft boy. Even if you spanked him, pulled his hair with some oomph, slapped his cock, bit a little hard, got him on his knees, rode his face, told him not to come, rubbed on any part of him you pleased, gave commands but tenderly, letting him know he didn't have to, that you only wanted it if he wanted to, scratched or sucked hard enough to leave little marks for a bit... it would only be because he liked it, wanted it because it felt good, it was another way of loving him, of making him feel good... “Only if it feels good, Brendon, only if you know you're a good, lovely boy. Never want to hurt my wonderful boy...”

Other times, he'd let the assertiveness, confidence that you encouraged in him, take hold, or at least tried to feel it, both to differing degrees. Both concerned about it, wanting it to be real, not faked, but never wanting him to even seem dominant or any other negative aspect of masculinity. You were a lot more okay with getting into his enjoyment of... pain, sharp sensations, slaps, heat and cold, being bossed around then, when he was assertive back. Asked for it because he wanted it, liked it, knew he was worthy of things he enjoyed. The only other consistent differences were him being more active: moving a bit more into your mouth, hand, between your breasts, firmer over your pussy, guiding you with still considerate word and touch, asking often for a finger or two inside, desperate and assertive yet careful, chasing his pleasure.

He was usually so you-oriented, your pleasure and orgasms so arousing to him, him getting off was important and needed too, but quite down on the list, and these times it still wasn't first, but it was second. Often less teasing, playing with him before trying to get him off, unless he wanted edging. More of you seriously trying to make him come, seeing if you could encourage him into a second, a third, especially when mostly prostate stimulation. Keeping up with pleasuring him when he could barely move, lax but trembling, full of pleasure, moaning and whimpering, as long as you were on the right side of too much. Still playing with his thighs, hips, nipples, belly, lips, butt, when touching his penis or inside got to be too much.

It was usually both your sessions by design and how they developed. Switching back and forth. Lots of balance without switching. Just being yourselves. He definitely leaned towards what people would call submissive, often yielding and pliable solely in good ways, but also even what you thought was submissive, sometimes too much, both glad he could share that with you and worried for him about it, how people could take advantage. Knowing that was why he held back with men especially. He would often be able to slip back into his usual easy going, funny, eager to please puppy mode after he came the first time on his nights, or you were super smooshy with him. Your gentleness alone helped build him back up those “subby” times, or made him switch over those “toppy” ones. He could only be rather assertive, firm, if you were at least as much as he, and often wouldn't or couldn't even then. His “topiness” was fundamentally sideways.

You were glad of it, more and more, once you became lovers, exploring together, letting yourselves go. There were other guys like him, but they were all too rare, and the degree he was the way he was... it was a first for you. He had avoided, rejected, or gotten rid of what generally lurked within men to varying degrees due to his temperament, his bond with his mom, various ways he was gender nonconforming, the decisions he made in his life about how to treat people, him realizing he could compartmentalize people and how they are treated, being with you...

There were also lots of times when you rolled around, or lazed about, snuggling, making out, rubbing on each other, caressing, licking, kissing, anything and everything that sweetly pleasured, like gentle waves under a warm sun, neither of you getting around to coming. And other times just you once to three times (three times was a low number for you with your boy given the hours you tended to spend), rarely only him coming once, or both of you having those limited orgasms. Sometimes coming, sometimes not when your bits got wet, achy and swollen with need.

That's how you're petting him, kissing him, belly to dick to thighs, one hand often on his ass, between his cheeks, balls too, panties mid-thigh. Remembering and feeling that melty thick arousal, sometimes rubbing on the couch, as he’s half hard. It's been three days since you've been together, and he pants between groans that he hasn't come since as you lick the skin beyond his pubic hair.

You stroke his perineum, palm his balls, other hand focused on sliding the foreskin and tip wetly over each other. Kiss his pelvis, lips sucking and rubbing over his length, delighting in his flushed chest and stomach.

“Oh fuck...y/n...” You can feel him get firmer, pulse, contract, spurt. Not a big one considering the three days, a slow but surprising one. You catch the end with your mouth after it lands on his thighs, pubes, dick and your shoulder, hand, cheek, you bet your hair too... Your noisy shaky baby boy... “Jesus Christ. Jesus,” he pants, as you kiss him more, lick up and rub the saltiness, sweat and skin and semen mixed, into his skin.

“Babe, fuck...c'mere...” His hands shift from your hair to shoulders, and you stand up too as he sways, light headed, still shaking. He kisses you, lapping it from your mouth, moves to your shoulder, breast, getting as much as he can. You stroke over him, pulling his panties up, squeezing his ass, finding his thigh, rocking a bit.

You kiss over your lovely boy's face, cradle him in your arms, and he leans into it. His head moving to your shoulder, body slumped, both of you holding him up, as you kiss over his hair, stroking his back. “Wish I could carry my baby over... Or I can piggyback you.”

“We can do it, y/n,” he says with a thick Hawaiian accent, giggles, turning, still leaning, pulling you to him. “That's fucking teamwork!”

“I swear to fuck, if you keep singing Fuck Her Gently...” You kiss him.

“Oh, how 'bout...” He launches into diva level high notes with “All I want for Christmas is youuuu.”

“Fabulous, darling...” He can sing not just higher than you, but you swear he matches Mariah when he pushes himself. “Another reason people think we're a fag hag and her fag.” You grin as you say it, glad he embraces that fact, holding his hands to bring him too as you sit down on the mat. Noisy plastic sheet. “You pick the oil...” you sigh, spreading out comfortably, grabbing a pillow for your head, eyes closing. Mmmm, mango-pineapple.

When he first touches you, your heart picks up, cunt pulse too, remembering everything you thought earlier. How is he so sexy?

“Hopefully it's warm enough for my fag hag,” he jokes.

“Mmmhmm...Tickles...in a good way...” Wrigging your butt and thighs to provide some stimulation on your vulva. Kisses follow his hands. Your neck, shoulders, collarbone, breasts. Fingertips, then sucking mouth, on your nipples. Thinking about doing the same to him next time, how responsive he is, lapping his small hard nipples, teasing over him until he's shivering, gasping... Everything feels so nice... More oil for your stomach, hips, sides, pelvis, his thumbs stroking, palms pressing as he calls you his good girl, so sweet for him... You're just as sweet as he is, you want to say, but just gasp, buzzing all over, as he kisses over your tummy, hands still working your hips. Whole pussy throbbing, aching but melting, and you don't need to come soon.

He circles around your mound, the outline of your panties with his oiled hands, upper thighs, hips, and your legs, through your haze, spread. “'M so ready, honey.” And finally. “Thank god, B...” you sigh as he rubs more oil over your mound through the silk, outer lips, your slick mixing with it.

“That's my girl...” And he starts singing All I Want for Christmas is You again, from the start, soft enough to soothe more. Rocking his open palm all over your pussy... He's your boy.

You tummy growls. “Feed me?” you giggle. “But alas, food, not your cock.”

“I would never!” he says dramatically, and you open one eye to see him looking scandalized. He kisses your lips, still touching your pussy, other hand stroking over thighs, hip, belly as you watch, eyes closing when he leaves. Strawberries with whipped cream meet your lips. He kisses your neck, breasts, tummy as you chew, feeding you more. Blueberries and raspberries too. “Can I...?” he trails off, sliding your panties to the side, stroking between the lips. You “mmmhmmm,” eyes opening when you hear him suck on a strawberry; warming it up, you realize. He moves them to the side again, brushing the berry over your outer labia. You spread more, legs in a diamond shape, and he slips into your heat. Sliding up and down a few times before finding your clit, circling, back down, back up, circling for longer, back down.

“Sweet baby Jesus...”

“Know your sweet, darlin...” He moves it away, and your eyes open again when you hear him sucking on it. “If anything, you're sweeter than this. Wanna taste?” He dips back over you. You do, and you gaze in each other's eyes as you suck softly, nibble, getting the juices. Circling a raspberry over your clit slowly before bringing it to your mouth. You are sweeter than them. He trails down your body as he gets a blueberry, slides it inside. Another, resting between your lips. Berries and cream in a bowl for you to munch on, sliding a raspberry in your mouth for your tongue to press into. He gets between your thighs, pulling the fabric aside again, tongue rolling the one between your labia, up, back down, then eating it as he eats you. Other hand entwining with yours and his lashes flutter open, gazing up at you as he kisses over what he can get too.

You stop eating to play with his hair and he hums, moaning softly into it, lips vibrating yours. You wriggle a little. “Fuck... you can take them off,” you sigh.

“That's my girl,” he murmurs, kissing over your mound before shifting to ease them down as you lift. He bites his lip, eyes heavy as he...oh god, brings the crotch of them to his mouth, sucking. You rub over your mound, upper lips, clit as you watch each other. He winks, tosses them aside, grins as he spreads you more, kisses over your thighs, hips, pelvis, wrist, hand, licks over your fingers, and you hold one out for him to slowly, firmly suck... “Fuck,” you sigh, palming yourself, the shivers going through you to your pussy as you moan out “fuck, Brendon..."

He slides off and you spread yourself, popping out your clit. He barely presses his tongue tip against it, and you wonder if he can feel the blood pulsing there, how swollen it is, because you sure can. He laps gently over, using lots of wetness, a few times, then switches to back n forth, and you take his hand again, squeezing, other in his hair, rotating your hips. “Circles, baby...fast n soft...” and he does... You like circles the best usually, with anything, tongue, finger, the tip of his dick...when you grind on him... “My sweet baby, my sweet boy,” you moan. “Oh god, B, don't stopdon'tstopfuckIneedI'mgonna—oh god fuck me like that, faster, fuckmeohfuuuuck...fuckfuck...” He switches to your labia as your contractions subside, letting you come down some, still trembling and panting. He doesn't even give you a minute before he's sucking over you firmer, moving till he gathers up your clit, lips sealed, sucking and sucking, rhythmically, quickly, and not too hard. Cupping your ass, kneading it as you rock into it for more, back when you need it gentler. Head, womb, pussy, everything throbbing as you burst again. “Oh, god, B...cmere...”

He moves over you, fingertips swirling circles over pussy before you wrap around him, pressing as much of him, including his half hard dick, to you as you can, wriggling, rocking, loving his weight on you. You pull his panties down his ass, and he eagerly takes the hint. Kissing him long and a lot, sharing your taste, the flavored lube. Faintly tasting the fruit, even him. Doing a drum roll on his bum, with sound effects, as you both giggle, then stroke, then squeeze. “My bestest squishie...” Kiss over his jaw, cheek, nose. “With the cutest nosie,” you sigh...fuck you love his skin on yours, feeling both your laughter, your breaths. Your soft, muscled, warm squishball cutie pie.

“My bestest, favouritest squishie,” he answers, lifting you both up for you to straddle and wrap around him and it's too soon--“Too dizzy, babe”--so he places you back down, grinning as he launches into a different song. Tenacious D again, but an even better one: Double Team. Kissing your neck, shoulder, rocking his underside along your snatch, making sure you're pressed together, the oil letting you slip along each other some easily. Both giggling a lot. B sometimes follows the action of the song, and you join in too.

“Really flowing, B,” you giggle. “Feel how wet I am?” you whisper, rocking back faster. Stroke his back, his ass, suck and kiss over his neck as you dip between his cheeks, rubbing softly. “Where's the incense? We can settle for candles.” Passably beat boxing a disco beat until you both fall into giggles.

“I'm not gonna rip my jeans, I'm gonna cream them.”

You chuckle at the mention of that I Ripped My Jeans song. “Ridiculous. No, ridiculously hot...seeing my horny boy come in his pants... Sex.”

“Have you ever been worked on/By two guys who are hot for your snatch?”

“Sex...And yes, many a time...” Mostly with him, and only with him since you got serious.

He tickles your scalp, neck with the lines about the feather and french tickler. You squeeze him to you tighter. “No toe sucking, you ain't getting offa me.” The next lines have you giggling harder. And you keep him from finishing the song with your laughter, repeating “splooge” over and over in different accents, tones, volumes, then suddenly switching to “Hail Satan!”

“The question is, who's Satan?”

“Me. But you're my second in command; I rule hell, with you as my beloved consort. My beloved boy...”

If your boobs were bigger, they'd be getting smooshed, you wouldn't be able to press quite as close, squeeze him to you so much, or it'd hurt; instead they fit along him so well. Your chubbier lower belly, hips, thighs give him some cushioning. You don't feel weirdly proportioned when you're having sex with him anymore, or when you're leaning together, hugging, lazing on the couch.

He's nuzzling over your neck when he chuckles. “I think I forgot something...”

“What?”

“Guess you can't feel it, huh?”

“Oh, the blueberry!” You clench and then you can feel it. You're tight, but not that tight. And your vaginal walls ain't your clit or labia. He faces you on his side, and you push down as a finger slides in, looking for your ok before adding a second, easing it in. You're so wet, puffy and relaxed it's easy going, letting him scoop it out easier. You like to think you're giving him a vagina hug when you squeeze him.

“You know I'll still eat it,” he winks, and pops it in, sliding a different finger in for more hugs.

You turn into him, wrapping him back up, sharing the taste. “Can't decide if I wanna keep you smooshed to me or if we should get to the toys...”

“Let's do both then, hmm?”

He moves away, swaying his hips as he goes, then fucking pops his ass up in the air again as he grabs the bag, making you giggle and flex your vulva muscles. “Which one first, darlin?” he murmurs, spreading the four toys out. A double bullet, a rotating rabbit, a simple slim squishy one, a handsfree butterfly...

The double bullets are different sizes: a slim longer one, barely thicker than a finger, and a egg shaped one, which you've not done together before, but the latter is still familiar so you go with that.

“Want to do the honours?” he asks after opening it and putting the batteries in. You nod, reaching out.

You turn it about half way, not wanting to shock your pussy. He holds the bullets in his open palm and you both giggle as they knock together. You know you want the fat one on your upper labia and clit, but aren't sure about the slim one... You get on your knees and give B smoochies before dribbling some lube onto them and his palm. “Rub me, B...” you invite, spreading out on your back, wriggling your hips.

He grins. “Think I'll do... this...” he answers, whole hand cupping, stroking over as much of your mound and vulva as he can get to, other hand holding the bullets by the cords, moving over your thighs, lower belly, mound, the creases where thigh meets groin. “Fuck, love the feel of your pussy,” he sighs absently, and you rub up against him, grinning and mmming. And she loves the feel of you, B, you think.

He finally shifts, holding your labia, almost squishing them, as he runs the bullets over them, until you're wriggling, spreading your legs, and they dip between them, finally focusing on your clit, knocking together. “Lucky fuckers,” he winks.

“Don't be jealous, Bren,” you tease back. “Wouldn't leave my bestest boy for a toy or two...”

“What about five of them?” he jokes.

You shake your head, “nuhuh. Never”ing. “Well, I'd take em as long as I still get you too...”

He slides fingertips over your cleft after gliding the egg sized bullet over you, gathering your wet to graze over your clit, asking “Do you know how wet you feel?”

Thanks to him. You nod, closing your legs some and wriggling. Hand reaching out for his, guiding it how it feels best, circles over your clit, and he catches on, leaving you free to stroke over his arms, chest, pull him closer. Fuck, you love kissing him... Rubbing over his back, all that soft skin. Closer still, getting his warmth on you. Hips swivelling subtly, gasping out faster or softer or like that... His lips on your neck, your hands in his hair, as you come, swearing, freezing up, panting... He knows you need it subtle again after you come, lightly gliding over your lips, massaging circles... Your hand feels blindly, finds the other cord, slides the slim one inside, and you can feel it shaking through your whole pussy now, subtler inside. His thumb circles gently over your clit as you slide the egg over your lower labia, letting sensation recenter... build in your glans as those bulbs underneath fucking ache for it deliciously, desperately. You start rocking into it as he circles faster, tilt just right, tensing, and you're coming again. “Motherfucker!”

“Potty mouth,” he scolds kindly. He's one to talk, you think, giving him a funny look. He slides the egg between your labia, around the rim, touching the two vibes. You turn it down and guide it back up, pressing softly into the left side. His hand stroking over your mound, pussy, thighs, hips, as he kisses over your breasts, warm softly sucking mouth and tongue on your nipples. “Rub all over...my pussy,” you gasp, and his palm covers you, circling, and you're coming again. You move the egg away, grind along him lightly, still swearing. “Inside...”

“One finger, y/n?”

“Mmmhmm...leave the vibe in...” You want him to feel it and you all around him. He easily slides inside your soaked, snug, full, welcoming pussy. Your whole pussy loves welcoming him home. The thought makes you smile. He comes home a lot. The porch, the doorway, the living room, the kitchen... Too busy needily moaning and begging to laugh. Not quite enough to come, but it feels too good to want to rush coming, or change his palm and finger and your pussy rocking together. You keep rolling, needing, needing, grabbing his shoulders, hair, blindly, face screwed up. “I need, Bren, please fuck me, I need, please, I--fuck--need, let me come, please let me come...”

“What does my baby need? My...mouth?...Another finger? Vibe?”

You grab his hand, press it to you, grind firmer, thighs squeezed around it, quickly crying out in frustration, pulling his palm away, grasping his thumb, circling the pad over your clit, light and quick as you rock back and forth.

“That's it, huh?” he murmurs as you pant, feeling your contractions, feeling your whole pussy pulse, flex, for him. Keeping up, and you're not stopping... not stopping... Your whole pussy, whole clitoris, throbbing for him, the contractions not stopping. Not a continual orgasm, but pretty close, unable to still, calling out for him with mouth and cunt, peaking another two times before you need a minute. Still crying out, but for him to soothe, gentle that needy, swollen mess of pleasure.

His thumb stroking over your labia, kissing you, over and over, free hand stroking your hair, massaging your scalp, your own hands running down and up his back and ass... pulling him to you, getting his thigh between yours, rocking nice and easy on him, welcoming his weight. Sweat, warmth, skin... Feeling sleepy, but he can totally coax you into more orgasms in a couple minutes, you bet.

“My sweet girl, my sexy, delicious, horny girl,” he whispers, kissing over your face, neck, half hard dick and balls warm and soft rubbing over your pelvis, mound. “Sleepy?” he teases.

“Eh, think I can keep goin' if you do most of the work,” you smile.

His thigh slides away and you pout but his hand finds you again, thumb stroking between your lips as his palm rests on your thigh and outer labia. Getting you even wetter before his finger slides in, pushing up and tapping the slow vibing bullet, pressing into your front wall, making your bladder feel full, a great way to make you crave more orgasms, dammit. Thumbing over your clit, then palming, then thumb, then palm, back to thumb and finally sticking with it as you grind, lazy and wanting.

“Oh, fuck, B...fuck...” Building, turning the vibe a bit higher, and he starts thrusting more than rocking and you moan out your “fuck yes” when he asks if you want another finger. Careful again, but fast, sliding in and out, rocking, curling his fingers to massage, according to your movements and instructions. So close... but you're getting kind of sore already. His other hand is sideways over your mound, thumb circling over your clit, and you're desperate again, shaking, bearing down, pushing, and you're coming, coming and peeing a little bit, and it's a nice, soothing orgasm, that doesn't satiate but is...lovely, still wanting. But... “Ouch, B...”

And he's sliding his fingers out slowly, rubbing over your mound, immediately apologizing, “Sorry, darlin, want the vibe out too? Just outside again?”

Seeing him suck your slick off the bullet turns you on even more as he raises his eyebrows, then grins cheekily.

“Kiss it better?” you ask slyly, waggling your eyebrows.

“Thought I was the cheeseball,” he giggles, wriggling down already. Making “mwah” sounds as he smooches over your mound, outer lips, inner, adding in some tender licks and sucks as he moves over your clit, still sore opening, then whole inner pussy, sometimes moaning soft into you. Your hands in his hair, stroking, lightly scratching. His wet hands massaging your hips and thighs. “My sweet girl...” Oh god, you had forgotten you...well...but whatever taste there was of that must be already licked away, so you let yourself relax back into his mouth, answering that he's your sweet boy. You didn't think you'd want to again yet, but you do...maybe you want another strong one, tilting your clit onto his tongue, trembling, tensing as he sweeps over it, circles, mouth sealed over you, sucking easy but rhythmically, and—“Oh god, ohfuckohfuckfuckme....yeah, like that....fuck.”

You slow, tugging his hair, and he goes lighter, but you want... so much squish... like... fuck, why can't he get his mouth and dick on your vulva at the same damn time? “B...the slim squishy one...where's the little fucker?”

“Which slim squishy little guy?”

“Not my fave one, the other one. You're slim but still more than an inch...” He rolls away, having to look a moment before finding the bag. He quickly opens it, finds the batteries, and you gather some of your slick as you pop open the lube, mixing them, sliding down his semi, cupping his package, getting it even slicker. Your favorite little guy, part of your even favoriter little guy.

You have an idea.

You keep stroking him lightly, flinging your legs open, tilting up. "Gonna slide it in?" you tease, so glad he likes teases. He slides the purple, rippled, and most importantly squishy and slim vibe in. He turns the base slowly until you sigh “that's good.” You squeeze down and relax repeatedly, fast at first, then slower. It's actually squishy. You switch between his hips, thighs, pelvis, dick and balls, petting blindly after your eyes close. He kisses soft over your face, neck, chest, sometimes rocking the toy, nudging your cervix, sometimes slipping it in and out, slow and easy, then stilling, sometimes slipping it out, length between your labia, up and down or all over, same with the tip over your clit, sliding it back in before you get too close to coming. Two can play at that, you think, petting over his belly, breasts, lips, back down, sometimes stroking over his back and bum, between his cheeks, only occasionally going to his dick. Once you feel yourself slip into relaxation, then into a still soothed building arousal, one hand leaves him to find your clit, circling, other hand loosely wrapping around him as he rocks a bit into your grip. Loose and teasy so he doesn't get too hard. "Hey B...gonna let me use yours too?" He's not much more than half hard, and fuck you want it rubbing over you.

He grins against your neck, up for whatever you have in mind, and you wrap him in your arms to bring him close, and you love that he knows you want his dick in all sorts of states. If anything, a semi feels even better. "Where should I go?" "Let's try...on top of me...wanna slide you all over me." You stroke over his balls as he settles over you, letting his tip brush over your mound as you kiss him, then hold him so you can run his silky soft but firm tip over your lips, down to where the vibe is sticking out, back up, rocking against him already.

"Can you feel it? The vibrations?"

"Can feel you more, y/n, fuck...so wet...puffy too."

You slide him over the middle lightly, getting more wetness over him, jerking him as you press him to your clit, hoping his head can feel you all over as you slide him up and down, then in a circle around your pussy.

"Know you like it too..." Your free hand finds the bullets, wrangles with the cords till you've got the controller, turns them back on, but low. You slide the slim one between you, getting it all wet again before rubbing it between his tip and your clit. He gasp-moans so dirty, arms shaking from it and holding himself up once you turn it higher, press firmer on him. Fuck you love watching his face, so fucking gorgeous. And people thought his o-faces on stage were as good as he could look, all debauched, blissful, happy, flushed... This is even better. And his noises, trembling, feeling his pulse and heat and silken skin and fuck... If you got his frenulum just right and held it, he wouldn't be able to hold himself up, would come, you bet. Before this, you'd used your only vibrator together, a single bullet vibe. He is such a curious, horny boy you quickly learned he liked it too, if he was wet enough and you teased his head, especially the underside, with a firmer pressure than you usually needed. Also on his balls, perineum, the first inch or so below his tip. Fuck, you don't know whether you want him to come really soon, or get you off with the toys and his dick a couple times first. You circle the bullet and his tip over you quicker, still rhythmic. “Oh, god, B, fuck...” You roll you both over onto your sides, leg over his hip, rocking along him too, wanting to bear down, tensing, but...not quite. The toy is squishy, but it's been in a little too long, and it's getting in the way: you want to feel your boy more and you think it'd be better if you could squeeze down more... “Take—oh fuck—take—please? Like...I can't...”

“Shh, got you, y/n...” he whispers, shifting to reach between you. “Done with this one?” You nod, and he's easing it out of you. You are desperate at the break in stimulation, break from him on you, forehead finding his neck, bringing him closer, clenching down, needing, rolling on top of him, pining him, grinding on him messily, dimly aware the bullet is between your bellies—the feeling makes you chuckle, getting upright, dizzy, the shift pressing his balls and base to your lower vulva, to those aching bulbs, the ridge of his head just brushing your clit and you grind, and grind, and fuck—“Oh, please, oh fuck, oh fuck...” turning to wordless cries as you come, everything pounding and bursting. Oh god, more pee. But you need. You lean forward, press to him, kiss his lips, jaw, neck, back to those luscious lips, hands in his hair... His arms wrap around you, then stroke over your back and ass, then find your hair, muffling your moans with his kisses. You need to stay close, close... You rock faster, firmer, pressing hard into him, the fact he's hard, not rock hard, but...deliciously hard, doing the rest, you both giving you all that pressure you need over your whole aching, convulsing pussy. You're still moving against him as you come down from another orgasm, slow, needy, but fuck. You can't... Achy, still calling out for him, but... fuck. Everything so wet between you. You flush even more, wonder if he knows you're still embarrassed by it, especially given the whimpering he's doing, rocking gently into you, trying not to, both of you pulsing.

“Fuck, babe, so fucking...fuck.” Voice thick, cutting of into a whimper-moan. Your sexy boy. You nuzzle over his neck, suck, making him gasp, and you grind into him.

Your baby did such a good job holding on for you, letting you use his dick, trying not to come... “Jesus, B...fuck...my sweet boy gonna come for me?” He doesn't rock harder or faster, but you tug his hair, suck a bit harder on his neck, rock over his dick and balls firmly, and he moans so much, desperate, throbbing, then spurting over both your pelvises and lower bellies.

You'll both need a shower. Multiple fluids messing up you two and the sheets. Thank fuck for plastic sheets. You keep rubbing along him as he softens, hoping it's not too much. It is. “Christ...could...gonna rub on my thigh?”

He pets over your pussy, outer lips, and you get distracted asking him to massage with his thumb gently over your achy parts. Spoiler: that's pretty much your whole snatch. He swaps it out for his thigh and that lets you squish him more, kissing over his sweaty angel boy face. You roll over, him on top, getting the vibe from under you to turn it off, then wrap around him. You gasp, feeling a little shame even now, as he licks his hand off.

“Don't be embarrassed, y/n... It's ok, more than ok...” You believe him, know that he's not grossed out. But it's not supposed to be that, if something like that happens—oh fuck it. And fuck his thigh.

You probably won't be trying to come for a while, might not come again... we'll say until after you get a proper meal in you, but... even if your pussy goes “nope, and hell nope” to more orgasms, she sure ain't saying no to B's thighs. Or anywhere else she can rub softly on.

“Shower, Bren?”

He nods. “As long as someone keeps humping me...”

"Who is this someone? Another elf?”

“Didn't know you wanted Jake to join us,” he giggles as you both get up, shaky.

“Both Jakes?” you say eagerly, smooching him.

“One for each of us, or are we sharing all around?” he asks. Both of you glad your apartment is an apartment: no stairs.

“All around...” The elder Jake wouldn't actually since Kate, but the younger...

You caress over his front, smooching his shoulders and neck, as he turns the shower on and he spins around, kissing and enwrapping you. You grabs his hips, backing him into the sink, rocking on his thigh, and his eyes flicker shut. Fuck... One hand moving to his ass... “Gonna turn around for me, baby?” He “hell yes”es as he does. Leaning over the sink, legs spreading some as press to him, aligning your mound to his bum. His face in the mirror as he looks at you, both slick from the oils and everything else, his eyes slipping shut as you grind into him. Pulling him up with arms hooked under him, fingers over his shoulders, to mouth over them, wanting him so much, stroking over his still flushed torso... “Always my lovely boy, B...”

You register the hot water still running, steaming up the bathroom. Luckily, you can hump a bit more in the shower. Then again when you get out, laying him out on his belly, straddling and rocking on him. Maybe your pussy won't say no to more orgasms for very long, because all of you sure is saying yes to more of this...

[chroma-asks]

Out-of-Context Chroma System Quotes

(Good luck guessing who said what if you don’t already actively know)

-Motherfuckin’ Spaghetti-O rectum

-Candied baboon ass

-You wouldn’t happen to have a blow torch, would you? (Followed by) The fuck do I look like, an inventor?

-Would you care for some hot grapes…?

-Pls don’t snu-snu the puppet

-Carbonara bananas

-A meme cowboy who says “Yeetthot”

-What if we had an alter named Bacon

-Skyward Sword isn’t bad, it’s just that the boy’s nose is stupid

-Weiss needs more buttcheeks to fill in for her many assholes

-You ever sit and think that battering rams were probably actually designed to look like dicks but history books didn’t like that?

-Fuck me vibrating spider

-It has a daddy kink and hit on Cthulhu, I’m gonna call it what I want

-I put the romance in ‘necromance’

-Go eat Donald Trump’s toenail clippings

-If you say ‘hachacha’ one more time I’m ripping off your dumb nose to put ice cream into

-Hail the Irish, bitch.

-Yes, please don’t ruffle my onesie, it’s Gucci.

-Stop eating all the orange flavored candies you pathetic weenie

-That’s like eating a burrito on Taco Tuesdays

-How are you doing that you have no pupils

-So If Orion walks around without a shirt, he’s completely naked

-You know your house has thin walls when you can hear grandma farting in the bathroom

-So the plural for tooth is teeth like foot with feet. So why isn’t the plural for boot…. beet?

-Gwen puts the “tit” in “competition”

-(in reference to the crusades)Ye Olde Mosh Pit

-Considering Damon’s been harkin’ Harold’s balls all week, I’d assume the latter

-We’re going on the road to El Dorito

-61 vagànias

-What’s this, the Cryptid Lottery?

-That’s it, I’m calling CPS…….Clown Protective Services

-They are seriously playing Blurred Lines in this old people dance club

-Make your ballet shoes 99.9% better by installing syringes filled with chemo in the back

-Black holes are like the Cotton Eye Joe of space. Where do they come from and where do they go

-Wouldn’t it suck if hurricanes and tornadoes were 96% gas?

-Imagine if Vague’s name was pronounced “vagoo”

-PAKA YOU CANNOT NICKNAME JELOSE “JELLO HENTAI” I SWEAR TO GOD

-Anything is mayonnaise when you put your mind to it

-Hhhhhh smells like gonorrhea

-So wait if YOU’RE me, and I’M me, then who’s piloting the flesh jaeger???

-It’s Meat Time™️

-I dance like a freshly peeled lizard

-If I punch a blunt out of someone’s mouth does that make me a weed-whacker?

-“If we get mistaken for an anime enough do you think somebody out there might write an Mpreg fanfic about Damon” “Dear god I hope not”

-I am become symbiote

-If Naraku can also spin webs can he knit a sweater too????

-REPTILES ARE ASLEEP DO ALL THE THINGS NOW

-Beans beans the good for your heart, the more you eat the more you…… love your girlfriend

-Silence you lesser potato

-So I know beefcake is supposed to refer to really muscly dudes but what is it actually like is it a cake made entirely out of beef or is it a cake shaped like a beef

-My love for cheese is canon

-TASTEY MAN

-That really peels my grapes

-Mom said it’s my turn on the flesh jaeger

-Fish-slapping has an entirely new meaning when it’s Damon and Mero going on a date

-Hello would you like to purchase some salmonella

-You must add the phlegm

-Please don’t put your dick in the Christmas water

-The fuck is a ceviche

-By process of elimination…. you are a bitch.

-You are the Mac to my cheese

-It’s the cloaca.

-SOMEBODY HELP TORY’S BEEN HIT WITH SEXY BITCH DISEASE

-Hey just poppin’ in to let you know the Bethesda thing is happening again, k thanks I love u

-Because stabby stabby blood freezy

-sumfin smlel liek toileeeeeeet

-do you want the beesing phuckchurger or not

-I vote we get a pole cause I wanna be the Lord of the Dance 2, Stripper Edition

-don’t forget to water your Satan

-funky funky chunky chunky, monkey butter pet a bee, beep beep sheep sheep, I’m a baby don’t bite me

-No you absolutely canNOT name my theme “Icy London Icy France”

-What is a serial killer but a humble door-to-door death salesman?

-“Deep-fried for your pleasure” “Only the finest of dildas for our resident slut~”

-Take me down to the paradise city where the cows are green and the grass has tiddy

-“An all nutter” you mean a bukkake

-They gonna make us eat at home like some dirty commoner???

-What was that one Disney movie? Humpback of Notre Dame?

-There is no Iceland, only California 2, Electric Boogaloo

-What if the Earth wasn’t actually rotating, it’s all just water currents pushing the continents at a steady pace

-“Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s gasoline”“what the fuck”

-What am I, a BDSM version of a Tickle Me Elmo?

-Fanmade STDs

-Naraku, or as I like to call him; Prime Minister of Sluttington

-Take my gratitude and shove it up your ass

-The inside doctor listens to your insides, the outside doctor listens to your outsides because he forgot to use anesthetics

-Like and subscribe to die instantly

-Have you accepted Beefus as your lord and savior

-Go eat one(1) entire lettuce you fuck.

-up the shut slut

-Where there’s a will, there’s a gay

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN POODLES AREN’T A TYPE OF SHEEPDOG?? THEY’RE THE SHEEPIEST LOOKING MOTHERFUCKERS OF THE DOG WORLD

-I don't know if I wanna do the smashing or the mowing. Either way, your ass is grass

-Treat him gently, he’s just a meatball

-I refuse to believe I know big words

[decaffeinatedcatastrope]

EDIT:  jfc i forgot the readmore i’m sorry for the massive post on your dash xD So this is a snippet/draft from the big fic-in-progress, but it’s holiday appropriate and really cute.  

warnings: mentioned character death (he got better) smoking, mentions of drinking, cursing, and naughty santa innuendo between two emotionally constipated magical skeletons who can’t decide if they wanna date each other or punch each other.  except one knows he can’t be punched or he’ll die and he uses it to pester the other skeleton to no end.

-ahem-

Red and Sans are invited to Tori’s for a small gyftmas/christmas party.  It’s technically Red’s first christmas.  (Asgore is not invited for reasons, Red finds out later)  It’s...a party.  Red is a bit uncomfortable being included in the festivities, and feels a little out of place.

----- Just as Red was considering the eggnog as an escape from his state of constant, unending anxiety that someone was going to turn around and stab him, the whole party went quiet for a moment.  Everyone turned their attention to the front door, and the group of children started making an ungodly noise.   “the fuck??”  Red muttered, willing himself to get closer to the group so he could see what was going on.  Wait. That was Sans.  That was very clearly Sans, dressed up in a red, velvety santa suit and a shitty fake beard.  He hadn’t even bothered to take off his ratty slippers.  Holy shit.  Red fumbles with his soda as he tries to clap one of his hands over his mouth before he bursts out laughing.  Holy shit.  Holy shit.   Suddenly everything was worth it.  The anxiety, the stress, being around people who cared about him too much for whatever reason;  this made it all worth it.  This made his whole fucking year, seeing Sans dress up in such a stupid-- Then Papyrus screamed “SANTA!!  YOU MADE IT TO THE SURFACE!!” and practically tackled Sans.  The two skelebros laughed, and Sans patted Papyrus on the back.  They were happy. Red felt...something kinda warm and fuzzy curl up in his soul.  He gave Sans a genuinely affectionate smile, and he felt the tiniest bit proud of him for doing something like this for his brother.  Even though he’s damn sure Papyrus knows exactly what’s going on, and is just playing along because it makes them both happy. Red decided to keep his mouth shut, and tried to will the warm fuzzy feelings to chill for a bit while Sans started handing out presents to various party goers.  Papyrus and Frisk were the first, then he moved onto a couple of the Snowdin kids, Undyne and Alphys, and then Toriel. By the time he got around to Red, Red’s amusement had resurfaced, and he was trying his best to behave. He failed.  As Sans started digging around in his bag for Red’s present, Red gave him a mock-offended look as he scoffed.  “wait, no way.  after all the shi--”  Toriel gave him the Mom look.  “--stuff i’ve done this year, i’m not on the naughty list?” Sans looked a bit caught off guard, but recovered quickly with a shrug.  “eh, santa is forgiving, especially after what you’ve been through--” “damn, i’m guess ‘m gonna haveta try harder next year.”  Red gave him a wicked grin. Sans’ smile soured a little, and he shrugged.  “...well in that case, you get nothing.”  Off he went to the next person. “wh-”  That wipes the smile off Red’s face.  “wait, no, i--” “nope, too late, you’ve been bad.”  Sans stated, ignoring him. “hey!  wh...”  Red frowned at him, crossing his arms to keep himself from flipping the shorter skeleton off.  Sans almost wanted to go back and poke fun at him for actually pouting, but kept his act going. --- Later on, Sans was finally done being Santa.  After listening to Papyrus’ long explanation about how he’d missed out on meeting the jolly man in the red suit yet again this year, he just wanted to sit back and enjoy some time to himself.  Which meant finding Red.   He looked around the house, but it seemed like Red had vanished.  He had a good idea where his double probably was, though.  He asked Tori to make two cups of hot coco, then headed for the back door where the porch swing was.  For some reason, Red always ended up back here. Sure enough, Red was on the porch, although the swing was abandoned in favor of the steps.  And he was smoking again.  Sans was pretty sure it was still the same box of cigarettes Red had from the wedding. Sans didn’t try to be quiet when he opened the back door, so Red wouldn’t be too startled.  He did look back to see who was coming, but the relief on his face when he realized it was Sans was tangible.   “hey.”  Sans called, approaching quietly.   “...hey.”  Red replied, taking a drag of his cigarette.  He paused when Sans offered him a mug of coco.   Looking between his cig and the coco, Red eventually flicked his cig into the snow and took the offered mug with a warm smile.  “...thanks.” “no problem.”  Sans replied, sitting next to him on the steps.  “too much?” “...yeah.”  Red muttered, taking a sip of his coco.  He brightened.  “this is good.” “i can’t take credit, Tori made them.” “still good.  and ya still brought it to me.”   Sans hummed slightly, before nudging Red.   Red fumbled in an attempt not to spill his coco, and chuckled.  “what?” He thought he could see the faintest flicker of nervousness as Sans’ smile tightened a little.  “...you uh.  do you still want that present?” “thought i’d been too bad for presents.”  Red teased, nudging Sans back.   Sans took a moment to stare into his coco, before he set it aside and fished a thin, wrapped package out of his inventory, and held it out for Red to take.  “you deserve something, especially after i caught you pouting like a spoiled child after i told you you wouldn’t get one.” Red threw him an only slightly irritated glare and snatched the gift from him.  He was expecting something stupid, like Papyrus’ gift; a cookbook, except every recipe had ketchup in it. He wasn’t disappointed.  His gift was also a book, but it was a...coloring book?  The word “FUCK” was emblazoned on the front of it in fancy text, and framed with all kinds of artsy shit.   “the fuck is this?” Sans burst out laughing, and Red had to hold himself back from chucking the stupid thing at him.  Sans was doing that thing again, that dumb honest laugh of his turning his soul to mush with good feels. Once Sans managed to get a hold of himself, he held out a cheap pack of markers.  “it’s a coloring book.” “...Sans, it says FUCK on it.” “yeah, i saw it and thought of you.  open it.” “gee thanks, you ass.”  Red scoffed, flipping through a page or two.  He was assaulted with more curse words in fancy, flowery script.  Then, a horrible idea popped into his head.  “looks like a perfect activity to do with the kid next time i watch ‘em.” Sans’ amusement shifted to horror.  “oh god no - Tori would kill me--”  His arm snapped forward faster than Red expected in an attempt to snatch back the gift, but Red managed to hold it just out of the smaller skeleton’s range.   Red laughed as Sans tried to climb over him after the book, totally ready to chuck it across the porch if he had to.  Sans paused and gave him a strange look, a twinkle of something in his eye lights before he started trying after the book again with renewed vigor. Red kept laughing and fending him off until he felt something softly brush his skull.  A pastel shred of paper fluttered into view, and Red followed it with his eye lights until it landed on his lap.  The book was forgotten momentarily, and he didn’t even react when Sans snatched it from him. Then Sans noticed the slip of paper Red was oh so carefully holding in his hand.  A ticket, for the supernova event at Mt. Ebott observatory next year.  The same ones Red had died trying to get, weeks prior. Red said nothing, instead his gaze shifted and the two of them locked eye lights.  Sans was starting to get a little nervous.   “...you...i uh.  heard there was this big thing going on at the observatory next year, thought it’d be neat?  so i got two tickets, and uh, maybe you...could go with me?”  Sans grinned at him, but Red just continued to stare.  “i mean, if you wanted to.  i thought maybe...space was your thing too.  like mine?  i, uh...” Sans was beginning to worry that the aftermath of that whole situation might be a painful memory for Red, that it was stupid to dredge that pain back up during a time they were supposed to be happy, that-- Sans tensed when he felt Red loop one of his arms around the back of his neck, and leaned forward to click his teeth against Sans’ own, his soul welling with warm and fuzzy feelings.  He could pull away if he wanted, Red wasn’t holding onto him tightly.  But...friends don’t kiss, Sans. Sans leaned into the kiss, his arms slipping around Red’s waist of their own volition.  It was gentle, not heated or desperate.  Warm, calm, comfortable.  The two of them stayed like that for a good while, until Red pulled away first. They stared into each other’s eye lights until Red looked down at the ticket clutched in his free hand.  “...i uh.  i’d like that.  the space thing.  with you.”  Red’s voice sounded oddly tight, and it felt like his soul was getting ready to flutter right out through his ribs.   Sans wasn’t much better off.  He quickly retracted his arms to fiddle slightly with the fluff on the hem of his costume.  “good!  that’s...good.  ‘cause then i’d have an extra ticket.”  He cleared his non-existent throat and gave Red a grin.  “so uh.  you okay?” “...yeah?”  Red asked, quirking a browbone at Sans.  “why?” “no reason.”  Sans replied quickly. When it was clear Sans wasn’t gonna give him a real answer, Red scoffed and fished out his wallet.  He tucked the ticket inside, so it didn’t get...misplaced.  “it’s so hard to take you seriously in that stupid costume.”  He mused. That broke Sans out of his nervousness.  “oh, yeah i saw you trying so hard not to make fun of me.  good for you on behaving.”  Sans gave him a pat on the back. “don’t patronize me.”  Red snapped, before his expression shifted into something...warm.  Happy.  “i just...i didn’t wanna spoil it for Papyrus.  he was so fucking excited to see you show up in that stupid - sorry, to see Sansta show up tonight.” Sans shrugged.  “eh, he knows it’s me.  it’s just a thing we do.” “i figured, but he still enjoyed it.  it’s just...nice to see, ya know?  you two, doin’ nice shit for each other.  you’re a good brother, Sans.” Sans wanted to ask if Red had ever done something like that for his brother, but...something told him that he should probably keep his mouth shut about it.  “uh, thanks.” The two of them sat in awkward silence for a while after that.   “...so if you hadn’t decide to behave, what would you have said?”  Sans asked curiously.  It felt like poking a hornets nest, but he was genuinely curious, and the warmth in his soul from that kiss was stirring up other thoughts. Red snorted, before dissolving into downright laughter again, and he leaned on Sans for support.  Sans’ soul flipped in his chest at the sound. “haha, i can’t, i can’t say it.  i don’t wanna get kicked outta the house over somethin’ that stupid.” Sans casually glanced around the porch.  “we’re kind of already out of the house.” That made Red pause.  “...yeah, i guess we are, huh?” “so uh.”  Sans tugged a stray piece of fuzz off his sleeve. “why do you wanna hear what i’da said so bad?” “i need a laugh.  and a reason to put you on the naughty list.” Sans felt a twinge of regret the moment the words had left his mouth.   “oh really?  you need a reason?”  Red gave him a wicked grin, his gold tooth glinting in the dim flicker of the christmas lights around them.   “well, uh, i have plenty of reasons, but i just--”  He went silent with shock as Red maneuvered himself into Sans’ lap, the larger skeleton straddling his legs.  “uhhhh--” “oh, i’ll give you a reason.”  Red gave him a heated look.  “...how about i jingle yer bells, Sansta, and then we...fffuck i can’t--”  Red suddenly burst into laughter again.  “oh my god, that’s fucking terrible, even fer me.  ‘m sorry shortstack.” Sans was silent, frozen as his eye lights bore into Red’s own.  Red’s grin fell slightly, and his laughing ceased.  “...hey, i warned you it’d be stupid.”  His face lit up faintly red, and he moved to climb off of Sans when he felt Sans’ phalanges dig into the crests of his hips, holding him in place. “uhhhh.”  Red muttered. “uhh.”  Sans replied, looking between them.  He chuckled sheepishly.  “...i snow you wanna be on the n-ice list, but wow.  flirting with Sansta?  that’s definitely ultra-naughty list material.  i might have to stuff your stocking with something better than coal.” “holy shit." Red wheezed and started laughing uncontrollably again.  “oh my god - how - how long did you stay up last night thinking of naughty christmas puns?  holy shit, Sans!” Sans laughed too.   What was he even doing?  Had Tori put something in his coco?  “i just wanted to see if we were on the same page.”  He pointed up at the lights twinkling along the railing.  “while your pun was bit lacking, i’m de-lighted to see that you at least tried.” “we both know puns are shit and you prefer knock-knock jokes, you peppermint flavored gremlin.” “wow i take it back, you didn’t even try there.  back on the normal naughty list.” Red scoffed in mock offense. “didn’t even try??  well shit, lemme lick yer candy cane and find out what flavor it is then~” Sans’ face practically went navy at that, and he uttered a soft “fuck.”   Red snorted, pleased with that reaction.  “so, do i win now?” “y-yes.”  Sans managed to reply, hiding his face against Red’s stupid christmas sweater. “you gonna gimme a present?”  Red whispered against Sans’ skull, digging his sharp phalanges into the cheap, velvety red suit. “oh god.  uh.  not that.”  Sans shivered slightly, trying so hard not to do anything naughty on Toriel’s back porch.  But his mind was swimming with terrible puns.   “what, afraid i’ll bite?” “yes.  very yes.”  Sans was very aware of what those teeth could do.  And he wanted them no where near his...oh god. “wow, you trust me so much.”  Red deadpanned, before just...hugging Sans.  They were still in that slighly awkward position, with Red in Sans’ lap, but Red was comfortable, dang it.  He gave Sans a sheepish grin.  “hey, relax.  ‘m just playing.” “no you’re not, you’re corrupting me.”  Sans whined. “huh?” “i can’t - i can’t stop thinking of dirty puns.  oh god.  what have you unleashed.” Red laughed.  “don’t blame me fer that!  you were probably doin’ that long before i came around.” “no, i--” “hey.”  Red started.  “knock knock.” “...uh.  who’s there?” “coal.” “coal who?” “coal me if you hear santa commin’.”   Sans snorted, and Red felt some of the tension leave him.  Red smiled.  “why does santa always go down the chimney?” “i dunno, why?” “because it soots him.” Sans snorted again, before laughing. Feeling brave, Red continued.  “knock knock.” “who’s there?”   “...tanks.” “tanks who?” “tanks for givin’ me a good christmas, Sans.” “...o-oh.  you’re welcome Red.  you deserve it.”  Sans looked away with a soft smile, his face dusted with cyan.   Red shrugged.  “lies, but i’ll take it.  hey, why does Santa always land on your roof?”

“why?” Red leaned forward and whispered “because he likes it on top.”   That cyan shifted back into navy, and Sans gave Red an absolutely incredulous look.  “really?” Red grinned.  “i dunno, Sansta, you tell me.” The noise Sans made was amazing.  Red couldn’t help but laugh.  “okay okay, i’ll stop.”  He replied, trying to climb off of Sans again, but Sans still held him fast.  “...okay, my legs are fallin’ asleep here, Sans.”  He relaxed again, but jolted when he felt something that was definitely not a lump of coal, nope. “yeah?  well uh...”  Sans looked absolutely mortified, but he leaned in close and whispered something so quietly, Red almost didn’t hear it.   But he did hear it.  And his face went absolutely scarlet.  “...uhhhhehe...fucking hell, Sans.  that’s uh.  wow.  you sure yer not the one on the naughty list instead of me?” Sans still looked mortified, but he managed half a grin.  “so...uh, wanna move this party back home?” “i think we should.  ‘cause we’re probably gonna stain this fancy suit of yers if we continue.”  Red slipped his arms around Sans’ shoulders, quietly steeling himself for a shortcut. “yeah.”  Sans looked at the cups of abandoned coco, which had long since gone cold.  They really should return them.  Then he felt Red shift in his lap again, and Sans’ mind was made up.   --- “...nng.”  Red’s sockets fluttered open the next morning as the muted light of a cloudy day shined in through the window.  Right into his face.  Willing himself further into consciousness, he felt around for the familiar lump that was Sans, only to find him missing.   Swinging his arm behind him, it collided with his missing lump.  Sans let out a quiet groan at the assault.  “ow.  why.” “couldn’t find ya.”  Red mumbled, rolling over so the light wouldn’t bother him anymore.  “bright.” “mm.  i thought you liked sunlight?” “’s christmas an’ ‘m too full of lazy right now to care.”  Pulling Sans into a cuddle, Red relaxed and tried to go back to sleep. Sans snorted and let himself be cuddled.  Red’s bones still buzzed with his magic, and Sans smiled sheepishly. “merry christmas, Red.” “yeah.” “stars, you must still be tired.” “shuddap an’ go the fuck back to sleep.” “i would, but i don’t think i can.  the official Papyrus wake up call should be soon.” “the what.” Suddenly, there was a pounding knock on their door.  Red jolted in surprise.   “SANS, RED!!  WAKE UP YOU TWO LAZY BONES, IT’S CHRISTMAS!!  THERE’S PRESENTS!!”  Papyrus called excitedly, before his thudding footsteps bounded down the stairs. Now that both of them were sufficiently awake, Red groaned.  “i don’t wanna get up yet.” “we gotta.  if we don’t, i don’t think Paps’ll let the whole ‘we might not be decent’ thing stop him from barging in here to--” “’m getting up.”  Red replied, rolling himself off the bed with a muffled THUMP.  The quilt followed.   Sans laughed, before rolling himself off the bed after him.   “oof - get offa me.”  Red growled, his voice muffled by the quilt.   “huh, you’re actually kinda comfy.”  Sans replied, letting himself relax on the pile.  Red easily shrugged him off and stood up, balling up the quilt and tossing it onto the bed.   Sans let himself remain on the floor for a moment as he watched Red get dressed.  Red ignored him for the most part, but Sans didn’t miss the way his cheekbones were tinted ever so slightly scarlet.   “...i think i’ll make pancakes.  that sound good?”  Red asked after tugging his christmas sweater over his head, drawing Sans out of his thoughts. “yeah.”  Sans yawned and sat up, before retrieving a pair of shorts from the floor and tugging them on.  He wasn’t even sure if they were his.  A pair of clean sweatpants landed on his head.   “i don’t feel like having yer bro throw a shit fit over you wearing crusty floor shorts.” “they’re not crusty.”  Sans replied, picking at a questionable stain that might not quite be ketchup.  He frowned.  “sweatpants it is.” There was a clatter downstairs, and the two of them shared a look before Red left the room. --- Sure enough, Papyrus was gearing up to make them a breakfast feast.  Red yawned and took a moment to pour some coffee from the pot right into his mouth before going over and wrestling the cast iron from Papyrus’ grip.  Thankfully, Papyrus didn’t fight him.   “GOOD MORNING, RED!  MERRY CHRISTMAS!”  Papyrus beamed, before clapping an oven-mitted hand over his mouth.  “Was that too loud?” Red quirked a brow bone at him, and set the pan down on the stove.  “...no?  you don’t gotta be quiet in the house, Paps.  ‘s just us.” “...OH.  I THOUGHT YOU AND SANS HAD GOTTEN INTO THE EGGNOG YESTERDAY, WHICH IS WHY YOU WERE NOT UP EARLY, LIKE YOU NORMALLY ARE!”   “nah, i decided i wanted to remember my first real christmas without a hangover.”  Red replied simply.  “pancakes sound good?” “BUT RED, HOW WILL YOU COOK WITHOUT YOUR HANGOVER INDUCED GENIUS?” Sans took this moment to enter the room laughing.  Red shot him a glare, before giving Papyrus a tired look.  “i think i can manage pancakes.  i’ve made ‘em enough sober now that they’re not a complete mystery.” “CAN I HELP?” Red smiled. “’course, you can help me get the ingredients together.” Papyrus quickly went to go raid the fridge for ingredients.  “CAN I HAVE A SNOWMAN SHAPED PANCAKE?” “...i can try, i guess.” “can i have one shaped like a reindeer?” “yer gonna get a circle and yer gonna fucking eat it.” Sans chuckled and sipped on his coffee.  It was actually really sweet, just how far Red was willing to go to try and make Papyrus happy.  Yet something was still bothering him... Red’s brother.  Other Papyrus.  From what little Red had told him, and the... questionable things Alphys had told him, it really bothered him to imagine his sweet, naive little bro as...well, someone like Red.  Someone with LV.  Violent.  Paps had the potential to be dangerous, yes, but not the intent.   It would’ve had to be something devastating to get Papyrus to fight back to the point he gained LV.  

[punkscowardschampions]

Nancy & Rio

Nancy: Hey Rio: Hiya babe Rio: what's good? Nancy: I need to like Nancy: ugh idk it's such a bad idea, like I already know Rio: You wanna Thelma and Louise? Nancy: Who wouldn't want that much gay subtext Rio: Susan Saradon is a babe Rio: what's the actual drama then, shitty husbands and creeps at bars assumedly ain't it Nancy: Okay so you know how I have the misfortune of having to share a birthday, well, now he also wants me to do a joint party Nancy: except not Nancy: he wants my share of the guestlist cos he's gone over his own Rio: Seriously Rio: 🙄 Rio: Well that sounds like a nightmare Nancy: Right? Like I don't have to see enough of all his fuckboy friends already Rio: So you've actually got to be there Rio: that's so rude on so many levels Nancy: I might just leave once mum and dad do, it's not like they're gonna stay and chaperone all night Nancy: That's where you come in Nancy: Save my birthday from total ruin, yeah? Rio: They should, last party I went to the house was basically a write-off after Rio: What can I do, obviously I'll do it but catch me up Nancy: Oh Nancy: maybe they will and I will have to stay Nancy: But my original idea was more Thelma & Louise, naturally Nancy: You're the most fun person I know Nancy: and it is Halloween, there's gotta be something else on offer Rio: Yeah, you do live in one of the most exciting places in the world, nbd Rio: of course there's something more fun to do! Rio: I'll start looking now Nancy: You're actually the best ever Rio: N'awh, you're so cute 💖 Rio: see how quick you are with the compliments after I've saved you 😘 Nancy: 😉 Nancy: Who's immune to such blatant heroics? Nancy: If you save me from having to spend a minute at this party you can have anything you want Rio: 😳 Rio: Steady on Rio: I'm good, might not be THAT good Nancy: I was more thinking from my wardrobe Nancy: You're not really my type, cos of the whole related and straight thing Rio: Sure Rio: that whole thing Rio: not gonna turn down a tour of your latest purchases obvs Nancy: That sounds really flirty still but I'll go with the less awkward version of events Nancy: Things are weird enough with this party, like Rio: I can't help being this irresistible, babe Rio: but I won't say it's a date, just a plan Nancy: You're flirting with me but sure, we can both be irresistible, I guess Rio: I am not Rio: Straight and sharing DNA, remember Rio: you only got 1/2 so you're more suss Nancy: A lesbian remember? One convo and you're moving in Rio: 😂 Rio: Won't just do carry on then Rio: tah for the warning Nancy: You're so welcome Rio: Already gonna look so underdressed without being caught without 😱 Nancy: Um with full access to my wardrobe, not for long Nancy: Anything less than utter perfection is not an option if I have to show my face at the party for even half a second Nancy: I'm beyond prepared, and in case you can't tell, beyond STRESSED Rio: I caught that Rio: gurl you're gonna get stress spots if you don't tone it down Rio: you'll look 🔥 Rio: assume it's a costume party? Nancy: God, don't, the girls he invited would love that to happen to me Nancy: especially cos no, it's not Nancy: 🙄 Rio: Honestly, you had one job Rio: such an easy cop-out Nancy: He says no costume could make him look as hot as his labels, that's a paraphrase, I wasn't listening well enough to deliver a direct quote, sadly Rio: 🤢 Rio: Please don't try any harder to remember that was upsetting enough Rio: definitely find something better to do Nancy: Right? I literally get gayer every time he opens his mouth Rio: 😂 Rio: Not a choice but if it was, I get it Nancy: God was like, with him as a brother you've suffered enough Rio: Though it would be funny if you can find a man more unbearable Rio: he'd be fuming Nancy: My dad too Rio: Oh, the male posturing Rio: let me down, if no one else Rio: such a laugh Nancy: Maybe I should have turned this plan on its head and come to you to celebrate Nancy: Get away from it all Nancy: his friends are like clones and nobody thinks that's bizarre Nancy: like the girls are just 😍💘💋 Rio: Match their boys to their bags Rio: weird Rio: we should still do something special for you though Rio: it's your birthday as well, after-all Nancy: Yeah but I'm the weird one, okay then Nancy: It is but I don't feel as if I need to be all 🎉🎂👑 Nancy: He's got that covered Rio: Don't worry, I know your style Rio: and that it ain't his Nancy: He doesn't have any Rio: 🔥 Rio: ice that on the cake, babe Nancy: If ANYTHING was allowed to be homemade I would Rio: Can't imagine your Ma in a pinny, like Nancy: If my dad asked, then maybe Nancy: They are so gross but that's a convo to have in therapy one day Rio: Yeah, that is NOT my present to you Rio: lemme get qualified Nancy: What ARE you getting me though? Rio: No spoilers! Nancy: 😞😞😞 Rio: Surprises are fun Rio: don't be sad Nancy: Never in this house Nancy: But I trust in your gifting abilities Nancy: 🧡 Rio: And I'll bring over all the kids...interesting homemade attempts Rio: what more could you ask for? Nancy: Tell Junior he's so rude for refusing to get on a plane Nancy: It's not a phobia if you just don't want to Rio: Real talk Rio: ride or die until he's scared he'll end up at this party too Rio: bless Nancy: Like, I get it, I don't want to be in Chelsea either but I'd do it for him Rio: I ain't getting in the middle of gay drama Rio: I know better Rio: I could beg on your behalf but we both know, unlikely Nancy: Oh my god, you're not allowed to out him, even to me Nancy: It's a secret that we all know, okay Rio: 🤐 Rio: I do forget he's younger than us, like actually no pressure but also you know NONE of us are gonna be mad so Nancy: So problematic, you'd fit right in at the party actually Nancy: He's an adorable little old man Rio: 😱 Rio: 'Scuse me Rio: don't be starting beef with me, I'm coming Nancy: 😂 Rio: Literally so rude Rio: don't make me flip my hair at you Nancy: Babe please, I can do it better Nancy: Mine's so long now Rio: Alright showoff 😉 Rio: mine would be too if I straightened it Nancy: [sends a show offy hair flip clip but cute like look] Rio: Awh, you look so cute 🧡 Nancy: I look so 🥕 but I make it work Rio: straight 🔥 I swear Nancy: Okay but never use straight to refer to me, thanks Rio: Such a hater Nancy: Of men, exactly Nancy: You would be too if you went to our school though Rio: I can imagine Rio: tory central Nancy: Lord, it's like a timewarp of values but the levels of privilege have kept sky rocketing Nancy: The party's gonna be like Gatsby's except if the green light was shots and nudes Rio: Ahh the irony Rio: How do you stay even slightly sane/normal Nancy: I don't Nancy: They are the 'normal' ones and I'm obviously insane with grief about it Nancy: Oh please let me in your oh so exclusive club so I don't have to hang my head in shame Rio: nah, fuck that Rio: just the lunatics running the asylum Nancy: I hate it here so much Rio: Is there anyone vaguely decent you hang with? Nancy: No Rio: That's so crap Nancy: I'd rather have no friends than fake ones cos there's nobody real around Rio: I feel that too Rio: but its hard having to spend, what, 7 hours a day alone and surrounded by dickheads Rio: hope you're making your weekends worth it, yeah Nancy: I'd love it if they left me alone Nancy: That's what weekends are for, definitely Rio: Enough about those boring bitches anyway Rio: my mum wants to talk to yours, the usual, but they're cool with it so Rio: 👍 Nancy: I'll let her know when she comes in Rio: 🤞 she doesn't talk her ear off so hard she won't let me come like hell no, this fucking family Nancy: I can't even let that be a possibility Nancy: Do you want me to have a birthday breakdown, mum? Nancy: I don't think you have time in the schedule for that Rio: Hit her up with those birthday demands Rio: it's my party and I WILL cry if you don't do what I want, like Nancy: I don't wanna go there but if I have to, I will Rio: 👑 Rio: if there's ever a time to be a tiny bit of a diva Rio: I have to make a fuss or bitches will be tryna skip to Christmas like nah Nancy: That's so rude Nancy: To you and your dad Nancy: Also who in the hell wants to skip to Christmas? It's so stressful oh my god Nancy: Give me all the shopping days, thanks Rio: Seriously Rio: not a grinch or anything, gimme presents then too but come on Rio: attention is the best 🎁 for the eldest of 10, duh Nancy: Do you wanna be the joint guest of honor at this party instead of me? Nancy: As far as attention goes, you wouldn't get more unless you lock Buster in his room or something beforehand Rio: 😂 I know you're not identical but I don't think your ma would appreciate the insinuation that me and him are in any way twinning Nancy: You could wear a costume Nancy: He'd hate that as much as he'd hate sharing the spotlight even a little Rio: No shade but 0 lack of desire to white face Rio: but that's tempting, have I even got time to think of a decent costume though Rio: hmm Nancy: I can't lie, I'd be tempted if I was staying Rio: We so should Rio: maybe we'll need one for wherever we're going once you've made your joint wish or whatever the fuck Nancy: I'm with you on everything except I'm never blowing out candles with him for as long as I live Rio: Jokes, you definitely have enough 💸 for separate wishes Nancy: 🙏 Rio: This will be fun Rio: I'll send you details of anything that sounds good then Nancy: I'll send you any costume ideas I have, obvously Nancy: Thanks Ri Nancy: You seriously are the best Rio: Definitely Rio: and don't mention it, I had nothing good on anyway, this'll be way more fun than whatever lame party I was gonna be at Nancy: I feel like I definitely just complained about my life this entire convo Nancy: Which needs to be mentioned since I didn't even ask how you are or anything Nancy: Like, yeah that's gay culture but you know Rio: Nah, it's your bday, soon Rio: fully in support of that diva ish remember 👑 Rio: and same old same old here Rio: all good Nancy: Yeah? Nancy: Feels like forever since we've had a real life interaction Nancy: I'm glad you're coming Rio: It has been a while Rio: always feels like that since Schools in full swing and sucking the life outta us all like summer never happened Nancy: Unless you're Buster and school's your playground Nancy: I'm honestly surprised he isn't breaking in to have the party there since he loves it so much Rio: When you're gonna peak, gotta make the most, I guess 🤷 Nancy: I wish, you know he's just gonna keep doing better and better Nancy: Failure's not an option, like Rio: Not an option but a reality Rio: all well and good living that mantra and letting it take you as far as it can but I swear, real life is gonna hit him so hard, it won't be good Nancy: Maybe I took his share and mine, that'd be about right Nancy: I'll throw him a party for his mid life crisis though, of course Nancy: What are sister's for Rio: 😂 Can't wait to meet his hilariously age-inappropriate bae and pretend to give a shit about his sports car, like Nancy: I'll show up in mine like hey bro, older, hotter girlfriend in toe Rio: 🙌 Rio: Power moves Nancy: She can drive so I just get to pose even more extra when we turn up Rio: and you just want a driver, lbr 😜 Nancy: You'll thank me for not driving Nancy: The girlfriend who doesn't exist won't when I'm that distracting, though Rio: 😏 Rio: go off boo Nancy: If only that saying was true Nancy: about quiet ones Rio: can be Nancy: I can't even remember how it goes Rio: it's always yous, basically Rio: bit ominous Nancy: Oh Rio: Init Rio: Junie can't be convinced Rio: spent a solid 30 there trying Nancy: He's no longer my best friend, you are Nancy: Next time he wants to know how to let a girl down gently I'm not helping Rio: 💔 Rio: cold, I'll break that news to him gentle tho Rio: old times sake Nancy: My mum's just text me so I'll gently persuade her that you need to like, stay forever Nancy: Easy, obviously Rio: Obviously Rio: with your persuasion skills and her laidback attitude Rio: 😉 Nancy: She's in such a great mood too after another meeting with my form teacher who is himself convinced that Dyslexia only affects working class children Nancy: I tried to tell him that's the stock I'm bred from but he also believes that girls should be seen and not heard, like Rio: Ugh Rio: What a prick Rio: though not that surprised Rio: any issues and the royals hide their kids in asylums so Nancy: They only let girls in during the last century or whatever so he's far to old to have ever interacted with one Rio: Yeah, probs far too invested in the boys if the stereotypes keep ringing true Nancy: Gross but probably true Rio: Someone has to rub 'em down after rugger, babe Rio: 🤷 Nancy: Stop trying to trigger PTSD in me Rio: 😂 soz Rio: jus' sayin' silver lining you don't have to deal with the predatory masters, even if they at best tolerate your existens Nancy: Thank god, since I came out more lads have told me they fancy me than ever before, I'm already inundated and wanna die Rio: Nothing sexier than unavailability Nancy: Nothing sexy about how they show their 'interest' though Nancy: If that's how they approach straight girls I don't know how we've survived as a species Rio: Go on, wow me with their chat Rio: need a laugh Nancy: Most of them don't even bother to speak, their love language is clearly touch Rio: 😬 Rio: Rapey Nancy: It's scary, like Nancy: I thought posh boys were meant to be repressed Rio: Nah, they're THE worst Rio: untouchable in return for all the grabbing they're into Rio: and SO many mommy/daddy issues Nancy: Gross Rio: Fun if you're feeling it for the weekend but yeah Rio: not a mood you wanna marry into really Nancy: If I wasn't gay before I definitely am now you tried to force your tongue down my throat in the middle of the school hallway, thanks so much  🙄 Rio: That's so grim Rio: hope you smacked him Nancy: My brother has essentially one use to me Rio: It's something Rio: don't discount it Nancy: I can't unless I also wanna take up boxing myself Nancy: Not really my thing so Rio: Least you know he gives some shits, yeah Nancy: He likes to hit stuff Nancy: I've always known that Rio: Yeah Nancy: Anyway, I have to go Nancy: If I ignore this deadline it won't Nancy: and the essay won't write itself either Rio: Oh no Rio: lame Rio: but good 🍀 Nancy: Thanks, I need it Nancy: At least until my mum gets back and I can ask her about romantic classicism Rio: I'm too dumb and poor for this shit, sorry xoxo Nancy: I do have the money to buy myself an essay where my brain has failed me Nancy: but I'd have to make it look Dyslexic enough so I might as well just write it Rio: 💔 Rio: Sad times, princess, sad times Nancy: ikr 👑💧 that's my crown of tears not like Nancy: any other liquids Nancy: I'm definitely not putting any sweat into it Rio: 💪 you got this Nancy: I've got 🍀 because of you Nancy: I'll make it work Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Nancy: xxx

[zalia]

Meme of the Year: 2018 edition

1. What did you do in 2018 that you’d never done before?

Went to a professional writing retreat. I attended Viable Paradise writing workshop on Martha's Vineyard and it was amazing! It's one of the most prestigious SFF workshops, alongside Clarion. We were taught by amazing people like Max Gladstone and Scott Lynch and Amal El-Mohtar, and had workshops and hung out with amazing people like editors from Tor and Elizabeth Bear and it was just... incredible. I fell madly in love with all of my classmates in the way you do when you're trapped on an island with people for a week and doing intense work.

I also got an actual job with a salary and holiday pay and stuff! It's quite an adjustment when I've mainly worked retail and done freelance work.

I also got to meet a couple of internet friends who I'd never been able to meet in person, including my friend Sue who I've known for about a decade and we got to hang out!

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don't even remember what resolutions I made last year. I tend not to make them. I want to write more and I want to submit at least 1 piece of work for publication in 2019.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Nope

4. Did anyone close to you die?

Thankfully not!

5. What countries did you visit?

I visited the US! And Dublin airport but airports don't count.

6. What would you like to have in 2019 that you lacked in 2018?

Better mental health. An ADHD diagnosis or at least more therapy. The ability to focus on writing.

7. What dates from 2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

July 1st. I got my acceptance to VP and couldn't even understand the email at first because I just couldn't believe I'd actually got accepted. I had to copy and paste the email and ask someone in a chat to tell me what it said because I couldn't believe it.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Viable Paradise acceptance! I don't think anything could top that. It was my first time applying and I know they get a load of applications and I'm so honoured that I'm a VP alumnus now!

9. What was your biggest failure?

Didn't do as much writing as I should have. I worry I've thrown a way a bunch of opportunities and let people down by not getting things done. I always intend to do them, and they just slip away.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

As I write this, on New Year's Eve 2018, I am at home instead of with friends because I've got a stinking cold. Mental health has also not been great.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Flights and tuition for Viable Paradise. Also I pre-ordered Kingdom Hearts 3 which I am looking forward to immensely.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

My friends who are always amazing and supportive. Everyone out there working against injustice, fighting for a better world.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled?

Fuck you Theresa May. Die in a fire Jacob Rees-Mogg. Fuck everyone who voted Tory and voted for Brexit. Fuck Donald Trump too and his cronies. I hope you rot.

14. Where did most of your money go?

Paying for Viable Paradise tuition and everything that came along with that. Worth it though!

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Viable Paradise. I'm a bit of a broken record!

16. What song will always remind you of 2018?

Warmth by Bastille

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?

a) Happier, i think! I'm in a bit more of a stable position than I was last year and that helps a lot.

b) Fatter probably? I haven't done much exercise and I feel bad about that

c) Richer! Weirdly. I have an actual guaranteed income every month! It's so weird.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Writing. Always writing.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Having small breakdowns and depressive funks.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

With my parents and sister and brother in law! It was pretty lazy but nice. Felt pretty nice and Christmassy for once!

21. Did you fall in love in 2018?

In deep platonic love with my VP class.

22. What was your favourite TV program?

I got into Critical Role which has been really enjoyable. Also watched all of Aggretsuko which is an absolute delight!

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

My list of hated political figures grows ever longer. They just can't stop being absolute spunktrumpets.

24. What was the best book you read?

Look... I have fucking *sucked* at reading things this year. I don't know if I've even managed to read a whole book in 2018 and it is driving me nuts.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

I didn't make a discovery but did get to see Fall Out Boy in concert which was awesome!

26. What did you want and get?

Accepted to VP! An actual salaried stable job!

27. What did you want and not get?

An end to the political fuckery that has prevailed since 2016. The utter destruction of the concept of Brexit.

28. What was your favourite film of this year?

I really enjoyed Black Panther! Getting to the local cinema is kind of an ordeal so I don't get to see as many new films as I'd like.

29. What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Schadenfreude

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2016?

I got some cute tops but I'm mainly doing the jeans and hoodies thing. Also pyjamas.

31. What kept you sane?

Good friends. Avoiding the news as much as possible.

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

None of them.

33. What political issue stirred you the most?

*laughs brokenly*

34. Who did you miss?

There are some people who are no longer with us who I deeply miss and wish I could tell them stuff that's happened. I miss my friends when they're not around, and my VP family.

35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2018.

Fuck it, I'm good at stuff!

36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

Never good just the bad and the ugly Laid infront of you Nothing quite like seeing the world through the TV's we know Feeling helpless I look for distraction I go searching for you, wandering through our city to find some solace at your door