#at some point they're gonna kiss under the mistletoe

[lonely-night]

Happiest Season 2.0: Agathario Riley/Eve

Riley returned to her hometown for Christmas and she met Eve who's visiting the small town that she randomly picked on map. After bumping to each other a few times, Riley suggested to take Eve to a gay bar to see a drag performance.

[backseatsoldier]

Mistletoe... Mishap?

Pairing: Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Reader/You

CW: Silly child being silly and demanding things; ~smooch~; much fluff~

Author's Note: Happy holidays, @lostintransist!!! All of the Gary smooches for you, always! You were an amazing belated birthday present. <3

"Mommy! Mommy! They're under the mistletoe! That means they have to kiss, right?!"

There's so much commotion and I'm so focused on the work email on my phone screen that it doesn't register right away what the small child is saying. However, just to check, I look directly up at the celing of the hotel lobby and- oh, shit. There's misteltoe there. My head immediately swivels to the seat next to me. Sure as shit, there's somebody seated there.

That "somebody" is also looking up. He must have realized I was looking at him, though, because he looks at me too. There's a small smile on his face and he looks at the mistletoe, then back to me with a questioning look.

My eyebrows shoot up. Is he... suggesting we kiss? I study him for a few moments. He's handsome and- oh, jeez. The kid is making upset noises.

"Mommy, they're breaking Christmas rules," she whines.

"Suzie, stop," the mother whispers desperately.

Before I can truly react, I see the man shrug and lean closer to me. Then his lips are on my cheek and gone within a few fleeting seconds. My face warms a bit as the child cheers. The man moves his hands in- oh, that's sign language. Shit.

"Could you... repeat that?" I ask hesitantly.

I hope that didn't upset you. Just figured I'd help that mom out a bit and avoid the disaster that would have likely been her daughter's holiday tanturm.

That's what I think he said at least. My sign language is a bit rusty so I had to fill in some gaps. While I'm processing what he says, he pulls out his phone. I figure the conversation is over until I hear a male voice from his phone telling me exactly what I assumed he said. Guess my sign language isn't as bad as I thought.

"I don't mind," I assure him with a smile. Then I lean closer to say, "I'm glad we managed to avoid a holiday meltdown from a child."

My smile turns a bit playful and he smiles back. Then he types on his phone again.

"My name is Gary," his phone informs me.

"It's nice to meet you, Gary." I give him my name in return.

"What brings you to the UK? It's the holidays. One would think you'd be at home celebrating."

"Ah, well... my family decided they didn't want to celebrate at home this year," I chuckle. "So a bunch of us flew out here to celebrate. Soemthing new to shake up our holidays a bit - or at least, that's how it was pitched to me." I chuckle softly at how my family conned me into making it to the UK for a holiday vacation.

Gary gives a silent laugh at my reaction as he types on his phone.

"You're very beautiful, by the way."

"Trying to get an actual kiss out of me?" My tone is teasing and there's a hint of a smirk in my smile.

"Maybe, but it's the truth. Plus we're still under the mistletoe. Is my plan working?"

I let out a true but quiet laugh.

"I haven't decided yet, but thank you."

We talk for a while longer. He tells me a bit about the area - his hometown - and where to find the best holiday treats. Eventually, my phone chimes and it's family thins time.

"Ah, they're gonna be here soon," I tell him as I stand from the couch we were on. "Thank you for your company, Gary. It was really nice getting to know you and learn about the best places for local treats."

He stands quickly as he types something in his phone.

"I'd like to give you a gift before you leave, if that's alright? Two, actually."

I check the time on my phone. Family won't be here for another few minutes so... why not? How bad can it be?

"Sure, but I don't have anything to give in return," I point out with a small smile.

He shakes his head, smiling, then steps closer to me.

"May I borrow your phone?"

Confused, I slowly hold out my phone. He does what he intends very quickly and so I can see. Oh! He's adding his number. Once the new contact is saved, he passes my phone back to me.

"In case you need any other tips for local holiday treats."

I smile at him in thanks, but before I can verbalize my thanks, his hands are cupping my cheeks and tilting my face towards him. His lips are on mine shortly after. It's a short and very gentle kiss, but still a kiss. My cheeks warm, but I allow him to do so.

When he steps back, his cheeks are a bit pink and he has a sily, lop-sidded smile on his face. Then he signs to me.

Happy Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Gary," I respond softly.

Maybe it's not such a terrible thing, not being home for the holidays. New experiences to have, new treats to try.

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[itsjaywalkers]

hi hi, would u be able to give us any oby facts and headcanons that maybe won’t be mentioned in the story?

OF COURSE NONNIE in fact i'd love to bc i've barely been able to write these past two days bc of work and . i miss them </3

they fuck at the very least once a day (usually more tho)

james goes to pick reg up from work whenever his job allows him to

this means that when he gets impatient waiting for reg to change he goes inside the staff room (since reg's coworkers already know who he is) and corners him . bc he can't wait long without putting his hands (or mouth) on reg

they've gone for quickies inside there SO MANY TIMES

reg is an absolute disaster in the kitchen, he keeps himself alive through instant ramen + the meal deals at tesco + what they feed him at work, so james cooks for him whenever he gets the chance

reg has a priv twt acc where only barty + the twins + sirius follow him and he makes very feral threads about james there (without mentioning james during the time sirius doesn't know)

reg's coworkers gossiped about reg and his mysterious partner for WEEKS bc he started being glued to his phone during shifts and he kept smiling and they barely know shit about him

mistletoes are Forbidden ever since that first christmas they all spent together after oby jeggy had finally made it official and they . ended up under one and what started as a very cute very soft kiss ended up as a heavy make out session with reg up against the wall, legs around james' waist and them grinding against each other in front of . everyone

james doesn't do casual. when he says to reg that he hasn't had sex in a while . he actually means that he hasn't had sex in over year . since his last relationship in fact

the first person james told about reg is lily (who is his literal ex and to whom he was engaged to mind) since she's the only safe option

sirius finds out about the daddy thing . and once it's out peter weaponises the shit out of it whenever he needs something from james

"reg james is being stubborn about dinner and i feel like having pizza tonight could u maybe drop a 'daddy' and change his mind"

reg scowls and rolls his eyes and refuses to play along just to turn around and drop a 'daddy' whener it suits HIM

barty asks reg at some point about who other ppl he's fucking apart from james since they're technically only hooking up and reg has a fucking breakdown when he realises 1. he's only been fucking james for months and 2. they're not exclusive which means james Must be fucking other ppl

i've already mentioned their need to be constantly touching skin on skin which . brings me to my next point

in winter or . just when it's cold and reg is all bundled up in a scarf and gloves and touching turns a lot more difficult bc of all the layers . james grips him by the back of his neck

he just slips his hand under the scarf and they walk around + stand around like that (me and mil are so feral over this)

reg does top a lot more often than ppl might think (and i cannot wait to write it)

despite how much reg loves sucking cock, james doesn't let him do it that much bc he'd much rather spend the time eating him out

oby james has a bit of an oral fixation (all of my james do tbh) so he's never happy with eating reg out once or until he comes one time . he goes all out

reg and peter make bets about how long it'll take james and sirius to go back to normal once the secret is out (reg cheats and wins)

and i'm gonna shut up now bc this has already gotten . too long

[peppermintquartz]

Not gonna write this so have the bulleted points version

Tommy first went to a gay bar just before he enlisted but fled when a leather daddy offered to get him a drink

During his army days, he sometimes went to gay bars but always alone. He'd stay someplace a bit dim, just to be there, and with a maximum of two drinks because he doesn't wanna let down his guard and he's afraid Drunk Him would do something stupid like reveal his real name

and occasionally he'd dare to dance with a guy who's caught his eye, and do a little more than dance in the back rooms or side alleys, but only with hands or mouth and always with protection because he can't risk being found out

When he decides that it's enough, he's had enough of flying around warzones, he decides he'll save lives instead, the first person he tells is the owner of a snug little place, and he drinks more than his usual

He ends up sleeping with the owner, who's very sweet and gentle and very experienced, taking care of Tommy throughout his fumbling attempts. In the morning he wishes Tommy good luck and stay safe before he leaves.

When he returns stateside, Tommy's a little more daring about going to the clubs and bars, but only those that are plausibly for anyone who enjoys fun. Occasionally he sees a familiar face and he brushes it off by saying he's there to check out the hot girls, "maybe they're bisexual and I get lucky", and he knows it's a crude thing to say but he doesn't know what else to do. And to make it plausible he does sometimes go back with women, and he tries, he really does, maybe he can fix himself, he tries so hard to enjoy these trysts, but it's never quite what he wants and the women sense this

He stops going because it's getting tiring to pretend, and it's so empty inside his head and his heart when they're tangled in the sheets. His body is just a thing, some thing to play with and use, and he's tired of it.

And on the rare occasion he hooks up with a man, he makes it clear he's not gonna be acknowledging any of this outside of the bedroom

He doesn't want to do this anymore

He leaves the 118 hoping he can find something else to fill that aching chasm in his heart. A work family, maybe. He's heard of such things. Maybe he can find family instead of love.

He still watches the sappy hallmark shit during Christmas season and yearns for something stupidly sweet like a handsome man swooping into his life and choosing to, wanting to kiss him under the conveniently placed mistletoe, for "happily ever after" to be true

He gets tired of the pretence enough that he stops pretending. When a colleague sees him checking out a hot guy at the basketball court, Tommy doesn't deny it. Slowly, slowly he lets them figure it out. He puts up a male celeb's photo as his lock screen (younger Brendan Fraser shirtless is so droolsome).

He doesn't announce anything, he just stops pretending to be what he isn't

(he sends Hen a message to apologize for his behaviour. He doesn't know if she's forgiven him completely but he hopes that she won't think too badly about him.)

And 217 is cool with it, cool enough to point out the occasional cute guy who's come by the station (brothers, cousins, boyfriend's friend, pizza delivery guy)

And then Howie calls in a favor one night

[nocityfolk]

🌿🍒 welp

@arthisan & UNDER THE MISTLETOE !!

‘‘and here i was startin' to think you weren't gonna show.’’

the shot of whiskey he swiped on his way past the kitchen is enough to roughen his voice, alleviating the hollow thud of his heart, the rasp of his breaths. no point trying to play it off and seep the vulnerability out of his words, or disguise the honesty he doesn't lack. he might as well outright say he came here only because he thought arthur would be, & with what little time there is to spend together, jesse plans to let the implications of that rot until they don't feel like an open wound too raw to tend to.

a world of their own. people too wrapped up in their own lives to pay arthur & jesse much attention as the raucous energy of late evening sinks into late-night drunken conversation that will be indecipherable by morning. this will slip beneath the depths of his memory... jesse will assign that the blame, pools of his eyes carefully studying the minute details of arthur's face & cataloguing them for the months from now when they're apart and this is all he's left with. half-sober flashes of a man who's become his best friend, whose presence soothes a twenty-six-year-old ache within the pit of a soul jesse isn't sure he has.

an hour later, cold winter air against their skin— ‘‘‘sides, johnny cash is easily one of the best country artists of the last century. 'hey porter', 'guess things happen that way', i mean, those & 'ballad of a teenage queen' made headway even in the pop scene. critics reckon he rivals presley, and that's damn sure no easy task.’’ another shot of whiskey in his hands, clasped between his palms like a singular weight keeping his feet to the floor. ‘‘no christmas song, mind you. i still wager frank sinatra's 'mistletoe & holly' is one of the best, y'know. you'd hafta hear it yourself but, take my word for it. it's a good one, i promise.’’

elbows balanced on a railing, snow falling overhead, golden streetlamps illuminating the curves of arthur's face— the sharp of his nose, the line of his jaw, the lips jesse's gaze drops for a second enough to make him want to be sick on the side of the pavement, whiskey notwithstanding. the mistletoe hung above the door to their host's balcony doesn’t help— ‘‘cheap holiday gimmick,’’ jesse had called it earlier, swallowing the jealousy he had kept safe under his tongue...

("'it's time for mistletoe and holly... folks stealing a kiss or two. as they whisper, 'merry christmas to you'," he murmurs to himself, recitation nearly drowned beneath the pounding of his heart. lyrics to mistletoe & holly playing on a loop in his heart, sideways glances aimed at his best friend.)

... but now it's not helping his sweaty palms and stringent lungs. later he'll blame it on the whiskey he pinched out of the kitchen, the spirit of christmas, the unpromised time they have left ticking down between them. anything to explain why he presses forward to close a distance he knows they've kept for a reason & crossing a carefully cultivated gap between them that needs to exist. an unforgotten childhood best friend's chant of queer queer queer, the pliancy of arthur's warm skin under jesse's hand settling on the stretch of his neck and the bone of his jaw, the hesitant press of their mouths.

what an awful thing, jesse thinks, to kiss the man he calls his best friend, who has a future somewhere far, far away that isn't here with him. arthur, who must be able to taste the whiskey on his breath, feel its effects in the gentle murmur of jesse's fingertips resting on the sharp edge of arthur's jaw.

‘‘‘m sorry,’’ jesse manages. with a laugh, like a disguise—(even so he hardly moves & keeps his hand on arthur, tethered there by some invisible force he doesn't understand. he lets that touch linger a fraction too long, the pads of his fingers meticulously brushing against arthur's skin, savouring an intimacy that jesse knows won't last)—because it's easier to blame it on alcohol than to acknowledge what has happened between them & what he did. that he kissed arthur, that he meant it... or just that it happened at all. that he would do it again.

[demonspawnshell]

More >:] Heheheheehheheh

@alice-angel12x

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Phobus: The first time I ever got upset in front of Phillip, they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Phillip: I was doing both, for your information.

Alex: The first time Phillip hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Alex please come to the front desk?

Alex, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Phillip and Phobus

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Phillip and Phobus, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Alex: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

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Alex: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Phillip: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Phobus: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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Alex and Phillip sitting in jail together.

Phillip: So who should we call?

Alex: I’d call Phobus, but I feel safer in jail

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Alex: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Phobus: Alex, no.

Phillip: Mistlefoe.

Phobus: Please stop encouraging him.

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Alex: If Phillip and I were drowning, who would you save?

Phobus: You two can’t swim?

Phillip: It’s a hypothetical question, Phobus! who would you save?

Phobus: my time and effort.

(Both were devastated 😔)

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Alex, texting Phillip: Phillip! Help I’m being kidnapped

Phobus: Where are you?

Alex: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Phillip: I’ll call Phobus.

Phobus, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Phillip: Where’s Alex? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Phobus: Alex? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Phobus:...

Phobus: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Phobus: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Alex: WHO ARE YOU?!

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Alex: While I’m gone, Phillip, you’re in charge.

Phillip: Yes!!!

Alex, whispering: Phobus, you’re secretly in charge.

Phobus: Obviously

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Alex, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Phillip: You did WHAT–

Phobus: William Snakepeare

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Phillip and Phobus first meetings

Phobus: Why don't I like him?

Alex: I don't know. Maybe it's because he keeps stealing your thunder.

Phobus: Maybe it's because his name is "Phillip". Don't you find that utterly ridiculous?

Alex: No.

Phobus: That's because your name is "Alex"

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Alex, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Phillip, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Phobus: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Alex: Playing systemic oppression.

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Phillip: Phobus got into a fight.

Alex: Oh No–

Alex: ...

Alex: Did he win?

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Alex: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Phillip: I saw you.

Alex: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Phobus in a turkey costume.

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Alex: Did Phobus just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Phillip: Yeah, they did.

Alex: And did I just do finger guns back?

Phillip: Yeah, you did.

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Phobus: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Alex: What's wrong with you??

Phobus: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.

Phillip: No, he means other than that.

Phobus: Ohhhhhh.

Phobus: I haven't slept in 4 days.

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Phillip: Hey, Phobus, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Phobus: Yeah.

Phillip: And you, Alex?

Alex: Umm... yes?

Phillip: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Alex: Did he just–

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Phillip: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Phobus: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Alex: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Phobus: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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*playing twister*

Alex: Right hand red.

Phobus: *ends up on top of Phillip*

Phillip: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Alex: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Phillip: Alex annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he'd have planned for our special day tomorrow.

Phobus: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Phillip: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

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Alex: You bought a taco?

Phillip: Yes.

Alex: From the same truck that hit Phobus?!

Phillip, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.

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Phillip: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Phobus: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Phillip: Aww, it's a love note for Alex?

Phobus: No-

Phillip: *opens it*

Phillip: ...

Phobus: ...

Phillip: I can't read this.

The Evil Goobers Quotes

Alex and Phillip come from @alice-angel12x

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Phillip, walking in with blueprints:Hey Boss I got a new— WHAT THE HELL?!

Alex, casually sitting on Phobus’ lap as Phobus sleeps: What? He said he couldn’t sleep alone.

He has no idea how it can be interpreted.

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Phillip: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Phobus does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff?

Alex: If Phobus were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Phobus jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Phillip:You jump off a cliff!

Alex: Gladly. Provided Phobus did first.

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Phillip, walks into the kitchen to see Phobus: Phobus, it's 3 in the morning! Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?

Phobus: Because I've lost control of my life...

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Phobus: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Phobus: How do you want your coffee?

Phillip: Black, like my soul.

Phobus:...

Phillip:...

Phobus: Phillip, your soul is a latte.

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Phillip: I know one person who finds me funny!

Alex: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!

Phillip: Okay then I'm out.

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Phillip: Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing.

Phobus: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!

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Phillip: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.

Phobus: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes.

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Phobus: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Alex: Sure!

Alex: Whats your favorite color?

Phobus, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

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Phobus: You’re overthinking this.

Alex: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Phobus. What if I’m underthinking?

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Phillip: I have a bad feeling about this...

Alex: What do you mean?

Phillip: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Alex: No?

Phobus: That actually explains so much

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Phillip: Alex said its my turn with the brain cell.

Phobus: Square up.

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Phillip: I feel like I can be myself around you.

Alex: You’re weird and quiet around me.

Phillip: Yes.

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Phillip: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Phobus: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Phobus: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.

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Phillip: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!

Phobus: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.

Phillip, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

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Phobus: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!

Alex: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time

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Phillip: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Phillip: Look, Phobus! It's the good Kush!

Phobus: It's the dollar store, how good can it be?

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Phillip: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Phobus: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Alex: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Phillip: We have three, actually!

Phobus: Pick your favorite.

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Alex: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

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Alex: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Phillip: "If"

Phobus: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

(Foreshadowing :0)

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TBA; Most quotes came from

Others are from me :]

[narancias-headband]

Kissing La Squadra under the mistletoe

This may be the Christmas post I have been most excited for ヾ(＾▽＾)ﾉ Enjoy!! ❤️💚

Risotto

The others absolutely set him up for this. They've been scheming on how to make you two walk through the doorway at the same time. And now they're all watching. They actually point it out as well.

Ah, well it seems we've ended up under the mistletoe.

He seems a bit unsure of what to do. That is, until a soft chanting of "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" starts echoing from the others.

He leans in slowly, but with a sense of confidence. He closes the space between your lips gently and steadily, not wanting to startle you.

There's a tender sweetness to his kiss. As if some sort of emotion was hiding under the surface of the holiday tradition. It's warm and soft and leaves you extremely disappointed when you have to separate.

You'll probably be doing some of your own scheming the rest of the holiday season, trying to end up under the mistletoe with Ris once again.

Formaggio

He probably literally runs into you in the doorway on accident. What a guy.

While he's apologizing and laughing that off, he realizes what's hanging just over your heads.

He points up at it with a half smile and says, Hey, check out where we ended up.

Prosciutto

He smriks for a second, giving you a moment to adjust and take in the situation at hand before he quickly closes the space between the two of you.

The kiss is warm and happy and intoxicating. You can't help but lean into it, and Formaggio willingly accepts your enthusiasm.

When you two finally split, he gives you a wink.

I hope I'll catch you under the mistletoe again soon, sugar.

This is a bit of an inconvenience to him. He's not real interested in such a silly tradition. But if he must.

I'm not even sure why we hang this thing each year, but it seems we've ended up together under the mistletoe.

He shrugs and straightens out his suit jacket, trying to act nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

Inside he is freaking out a little bit. But that's nothing you'd need to worry about. Or know about. Ever.

Pulls you in sweetly and gently, one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, and gives you a warm and firm kiss, though it seems to be lacking in passion.

He pulls away and fixes his hair and clears his throat. He's a bit mixed up over this, but nothing some time alone, by himself, with no one else there, can't fix.

Pesci

Oh, god, this is gonna be awkward.

He's keenly aware of the doorway with the mistletoe. He's nervously been avoiding it all he can.

But now it's happened. His fears realized. It's not that he has any issue with you, it's just the whole kissing thing makes him uncomfortable. Kisses are supposed to be more special and meaningful than that, right?

He laughs nervously, hoping you'll let him off the hook. There's a possibility that you would, but, unfortunately, you have an audience of a few others who won't let it slide so easy.

He takes a deep breath, gives you an apologetic look, and starts to lean in. His lips brush against yours in a ghost of a kiss that leaves you wanting more before he bashfully pulls away.

It's up to you if you truly want more of a kiss here.

Ghiaccio

At first, he's a bit upset that you've ended up in this exact doorway together. He has places to be and things to do. And now he has to waste time here.

He grumbles angrily. What a stupid tradition.

"Well I guess we have to kiss now, huh?" You pause to brush your hair out of your face.

Okay. Maybe it's not that bad.

He's very unsure about how to do this. He grabs onto your upper arms and leans in... Then leans back again. Maybe another angle... Or not. Ummm. His face is bright red at this point.

You'll have to meet him in the middle on one of the times he leans in close.

His eyes go wide and his face goes impossibly redder as your lips meet, and he timidly kisses back, before his quickly pulls away.

The kiss is short and a bit stiff, but it lingers in both of your minds.

Illuso

Ah, what an honor. You get to be caught under the mistletoe with Illuso? Amazing for you. Or so he thinks.

Looks like it's your lucky day.

He smirks at you while fixing his hair, making sure he looks perfect.

How about we slip away from the prying eyes, my dear?

Before you can even answer he's whisking you into the nearest reflection, likely on some sort of shining Christmas decoration.

Melone

You can't help but roll your eyes. You can't deny that you appreciate his enthusiasm, though.

He pulls you in by your waist in the most dramatic way he can muster, bringing your face close to his. He takes a moment to smile and take in your expression before locking your lips and tilting you back into a dip. He's so extra.

When he pulls away and tips you back onto your feet, he hits you with the smuggest smile, confident you'll be back for more.

This is no accident. He has been on a stakeout watching and waiting for you to near the mistletoe in the doorframe.

Now is finally his chance. He scurries to the doorway and stops you in your tracks.

He says nothing, just glancing up at the mistletoe and back at you, eyebrows raised. He can't stop the smirk that crosses his lips.

He pulls you in quick, before you can hardly process what's happening, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his hands down your sides.

There is much more passion, and tongue, in this kiss than there really should be in a mistletoe kiss.

And it will happen again. He's waiting for his opportunity to do this again and again.

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

More incorrect quotes cause theyre fun and yall seem to like them

Characters: Sun, Moon, Solar, Monty, Freddy, Bonnie

Moon, to Freddy: You know, Solar can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Moon: *blows airhorn at Solar* GET FUCKED!

Bonnie: Kinda gay for a man to have dark circles under his eyes. Why aren't you getting a good night's sleep? Too busy thinking about other men?

Monty: Kinda gay for a man to be well rested. What are you dreaming peacefully about? Other men?

Moon: Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Monty: Those are Pokemon cards.

Moon: You got a magikarp.

Monty: ...

Moon: It means 'fuck you'.

Sun: Are you mad?

Solar: No.

Sun: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Moon: Is this mistletoe?

Bonnie: Uh, no, no, that is basil.

Moon: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.

Bonnie: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Sun, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Freddy: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Freddy: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Moon: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Moon: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Monty, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Freddy: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

Freddy: *sees Solar shoving Monty into the washing machine while Moon records and Bonnie watches*

Freddy: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

Moon: Truth or dare?

Solar: Truth.

Moon: How many hours have you slept this week?

Solar:

Solar: Dare.

Moon: Go to sleep.

Solar: I don't like this game.

Moon: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Monty: I get really offended when people tell me I'm going to hell for being bisexual because I feel like they're overlooking all of the other valid reasons I'm going to hell.

Sun: I am going to need you to swear-

Moon: Fuck.

Sun:

Sun: ...swear as in promise.

Monty: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-

Moon: What do you want?

Monty: I've been stuck with Bonnie for 2 weeks and they've been drinking all the soy sauce.

Monty: Help.

Solar: Freddy, my old friend!

Freddy: I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Solar: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

Kidnapper: We have your child

Solar: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Solar: Oh god, you have Sun

Monty: I'm not gay, but you look hot today.

Sun: We're literally dating.

[worldly-diversity]

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If he didn't know any better, he'd suspect Dick had planned for this. Mistletoe hanging by the doorway they all went through when going between the bedrooms and towards the computers? Yeah no, that's gotta have been on purpose to make everyone's life a little more difficult than necessary.

But really, he hadn't expected to run across Dick under one of these either. So far if he crossed any of the kids he just ruffled their hair. Dawn may be the kind to choose to kiss someone's cheek but he's not gonna bother. Also, she did tell him about the thing last night while they were watching movies, and he figures he owes the guy some payback right about now.

"Had fun last night, I hear." He offers, chin tilting up in challenge as he makes himself broad in the doorway, no passage here without paying a toll buddy, I don't make the rules. Well, he does, but that's beside the point really. Hank's still not exactly comfortable with the idea of Dick and Dawn under the mistletoe together, even though he knows full well it didn't mean anything and she'd reassured him plenty. And enthusiastically, but that's for them to know and no one else—

He listens to Dick prattling out some excuses, making sure not to let the other slip past him so easily. He's a man on a mission, y'know. He can't let an opportunity to make Dick squirm for a change pass him by, now can he? Mister unflappable team leader…

Well alright, that's not a fair assessment and he knows it, but damn if he doesn't want to see something else on his face for once that that damn stoic mask—

"Seems to me like you owe me, pal." Slowly he's begun crowding Dick against the wall, until he's outright caging him in even though they both know Dick can escape that whenever he wants. He appreciates that Dick hasn't, yet.

They're standing awfully close now, and though it's obvious where they are and what they're standing under, and thus what is about to happen… For some reason it hasn't occurred to Hank yet. He doesn't know what he's about to do and it doesn't register until suddenly he's pressed himself forward and warm lips are brushing his own.

It's like a spark, setting him off…

Kissing Dick is different from kissing Dawn in a myriad of ways, but none of them are uncomfortable the way he might have once thought had the thought of kissing him ever bothered to occur to him. Yet here they are, and the hard, smooth planes of Dick's body against his own aren't a turn-off like you'd expect.

Instead a second ticks by and he presses closer, using his height and bulk to his advantage and before he knows it the kiss has deepened, his head tilted at a slight angle and pushing demandingly against the other's lips, something of a haze occupying his mind, robbing him of any rational thought that might dissuade the fact he's slowly getting turned on from this, going so far as to brush his tongue against the other's lips for more.

What the hell is wrong with him…?

[logan-is-noggin]

Sanders Secret Santa

Summary: Thomas and his sides get together to celebrate the holidays.

it was a month before Christmas and Patton had requested everyone to come over to discuss their yearly Christmas party. this year Patton's turn to run the festivities. so they made an evening of it, ordering pizza and playing games life they often did, but later in the night, Patton stood before the eight of his closest friends, a hat in his hand. " okey- dokey! so since it's my turn to do Christmas, and I thought we'd stick with everyone bringing a dish to share for dinner, like usual. and as for the gifts..." he held the hat up in the air. " we're gonna do secret Santa!"

some nodded, a few like Virgil groaned. " you guys know the drill, you pick a name from the hat, if you get your own name you put it back and pick again. as for the actual gifts, there's a catch this year. It's got to be personal. and you can't go to anyone for help."

Patton made his way around the room starting with Thomas, then Virgil, Remy, Janus. Remus, who happened to be Romans brother, logan, roman, and emile. once he made his way back he took the remaining piece of paper from the hat, grinning. " and remember guys, no trading names or telling who you got. it takes the fun out of secret Santa."

fast forward to Christmas eve, the house was filled with their friends once again. many of them dressed up, Remus and roman argued when Remus showed up wearing a sweater with Romans face on it. " ugly sweaters are a thing right?" Virgil had laughed out loud and high-fived Remus. which made roman even more sullen. the Christmas tree was decorated with fun ornaments that were nowhere near matching. under the tree nine presents sat wrapped and waiting while they partied, Remy was on his third glass of his homemade espresso eggnog that he brought. Janus promised the party that he had supervised Remus every moment while he made his devilled eggs. though roman, Virgil and logan still refused to partake. roman tried to kiss several guests under the mistletoe, Remy was the only one who willingly partook. after the first wave of the party died down Patton called everyone to gather in the living room around the tree for presents.

" alrighty! firstly id like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas! these parties are really my favorite part of the year. before I go getting too emotional ill explain how all this is gonna go." Patton pulled his phone out "I loaded everyone's names onto one of those random wheels. I'm gonna spin and whoever name comes up gets the first present. after they open it, they're gonna give their secret Santa recipient their gift and so on, everyone got it?"

everyone nodded or gave their agreements ao Patton spun the wheel on his phone " round and round it goes, where it lands... Roman! you're first up!" roman jumped up from his seat and pumped his fist in the air. " yes!" Patton handed roman a large rectangular package, he held it in his hands almost weighing it, " this feels like a book. Nerdy wolverine you shouldn't have." he said without amusement. everyone laughed except for logan. " how in the world did you guess that? there are seven other people that could have been from."

" but I was right wasn't I?" logan rolled his eyes " how about you open your present before complaining about it." he pointed.

" yeah roman, be nice, it's Christmas." Thomas pointed out. roman ripped through the paper. roman was right about it being a book. but his mouth was agape when he read the title aloud. " A History of Broadway" encyclopedia of broadway theatre through the ages." he ran his fingers over the cover looking up to logan then back to the book. " if I didn't know any better, id hug you right now!" the room erupted in laughs again. logan made his way over to roman " there is one more surprise. open the cover," roman did hastily and almost shrieked and dropped the book. he pulled the familiar glossy pamphlet from the book the yellow header with the words PLAYBILL stared back at him. " I took one of your plays that you wrote years ago and while I could not make it into a real play, I did the best I could to make it as authentic as I could. casting some of your favorite actors and actresses on appropriate roles, selecting musicians and even favored choreographers, that sort of thing, " Logan couldn't help but smile at how much roman seemed to love his gift. " okay, now you don't have a choice. come here!" he grabbed logan into a hug while the group cheered. " oh yeah, thank you. I love it." logan fixed his glasses "I had a feeling you might." he nodded as he sat in Romans' discarded seat. leaving roman in the middle.

" okay well, I don't know how anyone gonna beat that gift" roman said. he picked up a thinly wrapped present and waved it " as almost all of you know, I needed everyone's approval for this gift, but that technically didn't break any rules since I came up with the idea by myself." roman approached Remus sitting on the floor. " here ya go, brother." Remus ripped it out of his hands and tore at the paper. " a coupon book? really bro?" " look through it," he said. Remus flipped the pages and read a few " Remus is allowed to cook one meal for the sides, provided it is edible. Remus gets to choose the film for movie night for the group, Remus is allowed to use logans lab for one experiment with logans supervision." there were coupons that pertained to each of them and there were about twenty coupons all together. " this is alright. thanks, roman" the twins swapped places and roman started thumbing through his book as Remus chose his present

everyone was noticeably a bit uneasy, everyone wondered who was the poor victim of a gift from Remus. Remus picked up a green bag with blue tissue paper sticking out of it, " alright, so my present goes to patty blue! here you go!" he said excitedly as he handed Patton the bag.

Patton carefully held the present at arm's length in case it exploded and reached inside, feeling something soft. he pulled it closer to pull it out. " Oh my Gosh, it's so cute!" he held the pink octopus stuffed animal in his hands. " yeah, and if you push the top of it down it turns inside out!" he said gleefully. Patton followed Remus's instructions. the smiling pink octopus turned into a frowning green Cthulu monster. " the lady at the store said you can use it to tell how you're feeling. I had other gift ideas but I figured you'd like this one best." Patton jumped up and squeezed Remus "I do thank you. I'm gonna name him Oswald!"

Patton put him down as he searched through the dwindling pile for his gift picking up the second-largest box and carried it over to emile. " merry Christmas from your secret Santa!" he said cheerfully. Emile set the box on the table in front of him and started to unwrap. " now if you already have some of them I saved the receipt so you can trade them in." inside the plain white box, there were six pops! figurines. " oh wow, I've never even seen this one." he said holding up a character from one of the newer movies that recently came out " these are great for my collection." emile and Patton also swapped seats as emile grabbed a bag filled with rainbow tissue paper. " this one is for Thomas

Thomas opened the bag as emile explained you've been using them more and more in your videos, but you always say you don't have the right tools and don't know what is used for what..."

" This is amazing," Thomas said pulling the large makeup pallet from the bag. in his other hand was a pack of brushes both puffy and others fine for detailing. he set them down to pull out a book " this is just what I've needed!" he smiled widely. he replaced everything in the bag and gave picani a hug before heading to the tree, going for the largest box off to the side. " it's a bit heavy.." he said and pushed the box over to where Virgil was perched on his usual place on the stairs. Virgil gave Thomas a look. " this is for me?" Thomas playfully shoved his shoulder. " yep, I'm your secret Santa." Virgil shyly thanked him and pulled the lid off the box. " something to help with the anxiety, anxiety he joked.

inside was a black blanket, but he had more difficulty to take out than he thought. " a weighted blanket. I've been wanting to try one of these. " he said with more enthusiasm. " there are more stress stim toys in there somewhere too, I just threw them in loose." Virgil nodded, but then groaned when he had to get up from his place, warning Thomas he wanted his seat back. he grabbed a large bag and called for Remy who was wandering in the kitchen getting more eggnog. " get out here or I'm keeping your present!" Virgil shouted. Remy rushed out " no need to get your hoodie in a twist. gimmee." he snatched the bag and pulled the extremely large reusable cup out " this. is. the biggest. cup I've ever seen." he said removing his dark sunglasses to get a better look at the detailing. he almost squealed when he noticed his name was engraved on the surface. " how did you? where did you.. this is insane" he kept babbling on about the custom cup.

"I had to call a company and special request the size, its three inches taller than a Trenti, the largest they were willing to accommodate."

Remy quickly hugged Virgil as he tried to sit back on his step next to Thomas and almost fell over if his host wasn't there to steady him. " thanks, babe."

Remy was about to go into the kitchen to try out his gift. when Patton called " wait, Remy, you have to give your gift!" Remy sighed. Remy sighed, pointed to a box wrapped in brown paper and twine. " snake babe, that one's yours. be careful, it's fragile." he said from the coffee machine.

Emile shook his head, knowing how his boyfriend was. " ill get it Janus." he offered. as he reached for the box he huffed. " it is a bit weighty."

Janus gave him a smile. " thank you." he said pulling at the twine, wrapping it around his fingers as it untied then put it in his pocket. he carefully picked at the paper where it was taped, being meticulously about keeping the paper neat. once uncovered there was a plain brown box with shipping information Janus didn't bother to read. taped to the box was a gift card. Janus picked it up and flipped it over in his gloved hands. it was for Starbucks. " I'm not a coffee person..." he mentioned. "I know, everyone knows Janny." he said as he sat on the arm of the sofa next to emile " look in the box." he sang. Janus opened the box found a wooden case with intricate designs. he flicked the gold-plated clip that sealed the box and slowly opened it. his eyebrows rose and he placed the case gently on the table before lifting a deep amber cup. the set came with four deep cups without handles, their lips rimmed with gold and had matching saucers and little golden spoons. the teapot was rounded with the traditional spout, its handle was attached by rods that allowed it to tilt to pour. the pot was jet black with gold flowers etched into the base, connected with vines. " where did you find something so ( horrid)?

" Japan, I have a pen-pal over there" he took a sip from his cup. Emile gave him a look but didn't say anything. Janus was shaken out of his awed state when Remus poked his knee. " you and your pot can get a room later, there's still one person left." he waggled his eyebrows at logan. " apologies. and thank you for the gift Remy." the side lifted his cup in cheers as Janus stood and retrieved the last small wrapped gift. it displayed constellations on the paper and Janus presented it to logan. " happy saturnalia, logan." the teacher smirked at the term. the rest of the group was puzzled yet no one dared to ask for fear of logan keeping them there for an hour-long lecture.

logan too, was delicate when unwrapping the rectangular package. when he did he found two books. " the complete hardcover copy of the urban dictionary? I am unfamiliar." several people giggled

"it's a website online. It's where all the best slang is from. your vocab cards could use an update. I've already bookmarked a few to get you started." " oh. that is an unexpected, but pleasant surprise. thank you."

everyone spent the next hour utilizing their gifts. Janus immediately set a kettle of water to boil, wanting to try his tea set, Remy coached Thomas on how to use the brushes emile got him, roman and logan sat in a corner, roman still gushing on his playbill, making small comments on logans casting choices, while logan asked him to elaborate the words or phrases that were marked, already pulled up a stack of blank notecards. and Virgil was curled up with Patton under his new blanket popping a sheet of reusable bubble wrap. it certainly was a Christmas for the sanders to remember.