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atlas slinked over to ollie and draped himself into the older man's lap, eyes big and innocent as his arms wrapped around his neck. as if he hadn't gone overboard like they both knew he would have. it was his first year properly in sky's life and he wanted to make it the best one yet. he'd also gone a little crazy of oliver's gifts, too, but he didn't need to think about that right now. but maybe if he acted super cute for all of five minutes it'd work. maybe. "please? she's been so good this year and i wanted her to have everything she asked for," he pleaded with his boyfriend, smiling innocently at him. "i can make some be from santa if that means you'll help me and not yell at me. i am so good at labeling things being from santa."
He knew what Atlas was doing before he'd even sat himself down in his lap. Sky deserved the world the two of them were beyond capable of giving it to her, Ollie just wanted to make sure that despite that his child was still in touch with reality and down the earth. He'd always tried to keep christmas small and he'd never admit to the man now sitting in his lap that he'd failed every year before this one on his own. "Fine," he sighed, taking another sip from his mug before shifting Atlas off his lap, "but if I'm helping then we need to do everything at once so let me see what I have to wrap as well. You clear some space and move the coffee table out of the way. Don't spill my coffee."
unhinged was one way she would describe reid. insane. irritating. crazed. deranged. "seriously, what is your malfunction? is your goal to make everyone on the planet hate you?" @touchtankx
"oh my god, shut the fuck up. it's one bouncer on a power trip, it's not everyone on the planet." Reid rolled his eyes aggressively before lighting a cigarette as he walked away from the club, "keep crying about it or move the fuck on."
"dude, maybe you should talk to the therapist. what if you're like, addicted to jacking off or something and that's why you can't focus on anything else." taylor mimics the shrug, "i mean, sure. murder. death in the andes. a were-coyote ripping out your throat. all worse than jacking off." taylor waits patiently while cain gathers his things, his stuff already packed and waiting to be picked up on the way out the door, "sometimes, but more often than not, they just tell me i'm not very pretty. which really sucks. harshes my vibe. oh, you probably meant for hockey. they're fine, they don't care about hockey all that much." any invitation that meant taylor didn't have to drive was a good on in his books, "hell yeah. you can pay for my burger too."
"shut the fuck up," he laughed as he reached out, shoving taylor's shoulder while rolling his eyes, "quit being stupid." he paid little attention to taylor's rambling until something caught his attention, "were-coyote? what the fuck are you going on about? in what world would a were-coyote be an actual concern. Why coyote instead of wolf?" Part of cain was curious about what exactly it was going on inside his friend's head, the other half was terrified to find out. "right... okay. I'm going to leave that conversation there because I don't want to be in a position where I need to do something about whatever comes out of your mouth next." He rolled his eyes as he tossed his bag over his shoulder, shaking his head a bit, "yeah whatever, I'll pay for your burger, just hurry up, I'm hungry like four hours ago."
julian leans back, elbows banging against the wooden slats of the porch with a lazy smile on his face as he listens to logan's reasoning behind no fried shrimp at the lakehouse. he's not as passionately against it as his best friend is, but in that moment, with the last of the day's sunlight warming julian's bare chest and making logan's hair glow like a halo around his head, he'd probably agree with anything logan said, "i don't think i ever remember your dad wanting fried shrimp." logan keeps on going about appropriate lake house food and julian's smile just grows and grows until he's almost laughing, "yeah, bud. i got hot dogs, don't worry. and definitely not tonight. you have to eat my steak and not die when you try it, 'cause i don't wanna have to spend the rest of my vacation alone."
time here didn't progress normally - it never had. as a child, it felt rushed and over too soon. now as an adult, it felt like time stood still and moved too fast all at once. it was their refuge from the outside world then and now. it might have been years since they had sat on the porch, but it still felt the same. julian still felt like his entire world narrowed down to the two of them, in this house. the rest of the world faded away - including his own boyfriend, who julian had left behind at home, gleefully and in no rush to return back to him. "worst case, we just have steak and nothing else. who cares. we get to make the rules now." julian laughed, "your dad never would have let us skip the sides for dinner."
their relationship had changed constantly since they had been children. this time it just felt like something else had shifted. julian never stopped thinking about the way logan had stared at him when he cleaned him up, he couldn't stop thinking about the way their fingers had intertwined when logan fucked into him. it was different than anything he had felt and left him feeling flayed open, too exposed to someone who was too important to him. and in the end, julian had run into someone else's arms, scared of what that meant for their futures, but mostly what it could have meant for their friendship.
though julian wasn't too sure that this was any better. he was almost certain logan's demeanor was because of the night they spent together. well, the fact that julian so quickly started dating someone else, but his own guilt kept himself from admitting that, "i wish you would talk to me. you always did before."
he groaned as he closed his eyes, the pressure from the wood he was leaning against slowly fading into the background as he felt the warmth of the setting sun. "he never wanted shrimp because he said that shrimp was a food people only ate to impress other people. truely the words of a man who has never visited the little shack by the pier. It's the best shrimp around. honestly though I almost missed out on one of the greatest foods on this planet because he said it wasn't something people actually ate. i only tried on accident at school, I thought it was a weird chicken finger." He makes a soft pleased noise at the promise of hot dogs, there was nothing better than standing around a fire roasting hot dogs. it put all other hot dogs to shame. without a fire there was no real way to replicate the taste. "I'm not going to die from your steak. at least I hope not. anything about that steak you want to tell me?" "oh my fucking god, he's rolling in his grave at you just mentioning it. why would you say something like that? no peace even after death? you just want him to eternally suffer? that's crazy." logan never moved from his laid back position, clearly just giving the other man shit. his dad truly never would have allowed it, but his dad also never would have allowed peanuts and deli meat for dinner and that was a staple in logan's apartment. "he was big on the meat, potatoes, vegetable type meal. Even when mom made rice he'd look at it a little mysteriously. She only made it because I loved it. I really think, especially when I was little, if I didn't like it so much we never would have had anything other than some type of potatoes. remember when my mom made cauliflower rice that one time? I thought he was going to choke and die right there at the table but he was so against hurting mom's feelings..." Logan grinned, turning his head to actually look at his friend, "we can't skip the sides." logan pulled his vape out needing something to do besides watch julian looking at him. slowly he inhaled, cringing slightly at the terrible flavor before watching the cloud he exhaled. it wasn't a long enough distraction but it was a distraction, better than nothing. "It's nothing Jules, I'm good. I told you I'm working through it and that's all there really is to it. What do you want me to talk to you about?" that was a dangerous question an he knew it, but he wasn't sure what else he was supposed to say about it.

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( @touchtankx ) . . . "you know . . . " atlas trailed off, pursing his lips as he peered down at the sheer amount of christmas gifts he had bought for sky that day. gifts that he would now have to wrap himself, something he was barely even good at. however, that didn't tamper just how excited he was to give everything to sky in just a few weeks when christmas rolled around. thankfully, he had forethought and bought all of oliver's already that were neatly placed into gift bags. "in theory buying all of this was super fun and i can't wait to give it to her. but i did not factor in having to wrap all of it." his eyes flicked over to oliver and he smiled sheepishly at him as the dogs ran around his feet. "how cute do i have to look in order to get you to help me?"
Ollie looked up from his book, barely glancing at the mess in front of the other man. He'd been very clear about how Skylar needed nothing more than what she'd had. His idea to go small had been thrown out the window after Atlas' first shopping trip. The first of what Ollie assumed would be many. "Yeah? It was fun?" He blinked a few times, taking a sip from the mug in front of him, "I told you not to buy all that, why should I be helping you wrap it?" He was going to end up helping of course, if only because not helping meant he had to stare at a hot mess piled under his tree or hiding in his closet until Christmas morning. "Is all of this from you or is some of it coming from santa? You realize I also bought her things, right? Also my brother and her grandparents."
"sure, you didn't." he didn't doubt that she was joking, but he genuinely doubted if she meant it or not. he hated the way her smile dropped from her face, covered in disappointment instead of the excitement they had been building between each other, but jealousy marred it now, clawing at the inside of his chest, "stop looking like that. i'm not mat at you, but you know i don't like when you do stuff like that." his hands pull hers from where they've moved to grip into her arms, replacing them where they should be to dance, "i know you're sorry, but you need to think before you do things, rosie. i don't need you to offer to blow me in the street to like you." he sighs, sad and quiet, "i hate that you think you have to act like that to make me interested."
Rosie nodded quickly when he told her to stop looking like that, trying to figure out what exactly she was looking like so she could figure out how to fix it. Keeping her eyes on the ground she just nodded again, "I know, I'm sorry." She wasn't sure what else she was supposed to say, she did know, but she hadn't meant it any type of way. It was supposed to be a joke, something he would have just laughed or rolled his eyes at, but instead the pit in her stomach seemed to be growing. He was right about her lack of thinking, she really hadn't thought about it at all, it was instinct more than anything else, something that she'd giggled about internally before promptly finding out it was going to be the very thing that ruined their evening. "I don't think that..." Her voice was soft as she tugged on her arms, no longer feeling like dancing even as he moved them back into position, "can we just go home?"
( @touchtankx ) . . . "benny, stop moving!" valencia chided her big brother, pressing her toes into his back. could she have used a ladder to put the star on the tree? sure. but where was the fun in that when she had bennett right there to sit on his shoulders? plus, if she fell, bennett would catch her. the ladder wouldn't. she made a little noise of struggle as she reached up higher to settle the star onto the tree. an excited and bright smile flashed over her features when the star flickered to laugh, clapping her hands in success. "see? i told you this was the perfect star for it. doesn't it look so pretty?"
It had taken a surprisingly small amount of convincing for Bennett to allow his sister to climb him like a faux ladder. He didn't care too much about the tree or anything on it, but he did like seeing Val happy so if that meant devoting an hour or two to decorating a tree or letting her climb on his shoulders to put the star on top, he could do that. When she started clapping he reached up, helping her climb off him before he stared up at the tree as well. He had no opinion; it was fine. "It's great." He did his best to make it sound like he cared, he wasn't sure how successful he was but at least he tried. "Do you want some more hot chocolate?"
( @touchtankx ) . . . "do you wanna come christmas shopping with me?" willow questioned, turning to face kit in her kitchen. she had just finished cleaning the dishes from their breakfast that morning. max and bo were god knew where today and she felt antsy just sitting in the house. "i still have some people i need to finish getting things for. we can go to our favorite lunch spot when we're done."
kit stared at his sister before sliding another candy in his mouth. his expression was completely blank as he watched her, almost waiting for her to start laughing or some kind of punchline to follow. lunch sounded good, he loved lunch, almost as much as he loved breakfast and dinner. all food was good actually, the more he thought about it he couldn't think of a time when food didn't sound good. "i literally hate shopping. you know I hate shopping." he was going to say yes and they both knew it, but maybe, just maybe, she'd take pity and take him for lunch without the extras, "I haven't bought anything yet. Am I supposed to have?"
he shrugged his shoulders, "shouldn't you have some kind of idea of what i want?" he knew exactly what he did to her and he couldn't help but take advantage of it at times; she was easy and liked him enough that he always felt good after she left in the morning. "hi, rosie." he mimics back at her, laughing at how obvious she was being, "do i want your used lollipop? no. i don't." he rolls his eyes, "offer me something i can use or go get me a drink, baby."
Coy Rosie. Be coy. Play it coy. What did coy even mean? Cool? Maybe it was cool. Why wouldn't you just say cool then? Be cool Rosie. Her thoughts strayed from the current situation as she stared at him, realizing that the word choice in her head didn't really matter at all. Her grin grew as he said hi back, the fact that he was laughing and so clearly mimicking her did nothing to stop the fluttering in her stomach when he said her name. It was pathetic and she knew that, but she still couldn't stop herself. "I was offering you a taste, not the whole thing." She shrugged off the minor rejection, sliding the lollipop back into her mouth, parting her lips slightly as she swirled it around inside, "like my mouth? It's probably also strawberry flavored and you didn't seem too into that before."

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tate just watches fig in bemusement, lips quirking up slightly when he runs into the wall and laughter fills the air around them. nothing beats the way he feels when fig is here and he hates that he gets such a limited amount of time with him. he's thinking more and more about what their lives could be like if they moved in together, if they lived in the same city. it didn't seem possible. it didn't seem like it would ever happen. every time fig was here, tate had to remember that it was only for a little while, that soon his apartment would be empty and he's be alone again, "it doesn't matter. we're not gonna be watching. get your ass over here, figgy."
Fig momentarily let his guard down, watching the look on Tate's face with a soft expression, his brief moment of weakness was all it took for him to end up on the ground, a tangled mess of limbs with his large uncoordinated dog. He tossed a goofy grin in the other man's direction, getting himself mostly upright on the floor before starting to pet Koda's stomach. "Why aren't we gonna be watching it?" He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he watched his boyfriend, "my ass? You love my ass." His rolled off to one side, smile firmly in place as he made no move to stand up from the floor, instead he held up his arms, waiting for Tate to come assist him. Did he need assistance? Aboslutely not. Still he waited, arms up, grin slowly widening, "help me tatey! Help me before my ass is forever lost to the floor."
sutton watches ryan's rant in silence, nothing but a fond smile on his face, not even bothering to say anything when he's ordered into the car other than, "get the leash so the dog can come with us. he should be able to pick his own sweater." deny it as much as he would like, sutton knew that ryan cared about his dog more than most people did. he could hide behind the kids all he wanted, but sutton saw right through it, "maybe he doesn't like the kind of toys you buy him. have you tried letting him pick them out? i doubt it, with how quickly you were willing to leave the house to go to the pet store without him."
"why is he coming?" ryan stared at his dog for a moment longer than necessary, the small creature sitting upright on the couch, still shaking as though it were freezing or scared half to death. "Do you even want to come?" he wasn't sure what word triggered the dog's excited reaction but he closed his eyes, sighing heavily before going to grab the leash. "You'd better hurry and catch up to sutton because you're not sitting in my lap while I'm driving." he would though, he knew that dog was going to find his way into his lap, trembling the entire ride to the store. "i don't see why he needs to come with us... he's a dog Sutton, he likes his toys. They're toys, what's not to like?"
the first answer to pop into declan's head is the one he always gives when people ask him how often they tell him to be quiet - not as often as you probably should. it was an answer that had stuck from his father, said as more of a joke than he felt it was. but bennett never really asked him to be quiet, not really, "you don't ask me to be quiet." his gaze grows soft for a moment, his chest squeezing in the same way it did every time he got the urge to tell bennett that he loved him, and instead states, "you like when i make noise when you fuck me anyways." declan's fingers wrap around bennett's as they're removed from his mouth, "maybe you don't like being sweet, but you really are sweet to me."
the blue of his eyes disappears for a moment when he rolls his eyes back, "of course it was given to you! of course they wanted to see your stomach! can you not be so hot to other people? its really inconvenient for me and really makes my life a whole lot harder." declan's hands press against bennett's, working to get back to the waistband of his shorts, to the sliver of skin that showed just above them, "we can play later! we have all night, benny. i don't even want to play anymore, i want you to play with me."
"Exactly." Bennett was well aware that Declan was used to being told to be quiet as well as other things along the same line. While he could understand to a certain extent, he didn't feel the same urge they did.. He did get the urge with just about everyone else, including his own siblings, though he tried not to say it to them as often as he freely told others to shut the fuck up. Declan was different, even when he was at his, in Bennett's opinion, most annoying, whining and crying that he wanted something or needed attention, it didn't really matter because it was Declan. He could spend his whole day listening to the other man rambling about, honestly, anything, as long as Declan was happy, Bennett would be fine. He raised an eyebrow at the cheeky comment before ultimately deciding not to respond to either of them. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention to Declan speaking, it was just that he didn't particularly care about his sweatshirt, it was just another in an overfilled closet. Once again, he didn't respond, instead reaching out to hold Declan's chin, his hold lingering for a few short seconds before sliding his hand down to his throat, giving it a quick squeeze as Declan's hands found their way to the waistband of his shorts. He really loved putting his hands there, not that Bennett was complaining, "but you wanted to play so bad."
dante almost makes the same joke in lo's head, opening his mouth to warn him that his eyes would get stuck like that when a cigarette is offered in front of him and the joke escapes dante's head, plucking the cigarette from between lo's fingers with a laugh, "oh, so it would be fine if they were entertaining assholes? try coming when kit's fucked up. he can be entertaining. wills not so much, but she's also not an asshole." he doesn't care too much about someone talking about his family like that - they were pretty much the worst, especially his parents and it made it hard for dante to care, "okay. there's a good dinner up the road, come on." his cigarette free hand grabs hold of lo's, tugging him forward quicker.
"maybe. " he didn't elaborate, not feeling the need to. It was hard to say for sure if them being entertaining would have made it better for him. Lo constantly found himself bored; entertaining was only entertaining for a few fleeting moments before he found himself ready to move on. If he were being honest he wasn't sure that anything Dante's siblings ever did would keep him interested, he'd have to care about them to have them hold his attention for any amount of time and he just simply didn't. "I don't care that they're assholes, I care that they're boring. I can't imagine anything worse to be." He could. There were a lot of things worse than boring. When Dante grabbed his hand he looked down, resisting the urge to yank his hand back. While he didn't pull it away, he also made no move to return the action, his hand staying exactly as it had been before it had been grabbed. "great. a kitchen full of felons to poison me. lead the way."
"stop, rosie." he holds her up as her knees start to bend, eyes rolling, "i actually don't want you on your knees on a dirty ass sidewalk. stop." he knows most of the people she had been with before liked that sort of thing, or at least, she thought they did - he really didn't care to know what they liked, but he figured there had to be a reason she did it, "i don't know if i'm in the mood to dance anymore." his eyes roll and he ignores the rest of what she says about dancing. "let's go. its time to go home." but he doesn't move from his position of dancing, because no matter how irritated he was, if she really wanted to dance, he would for at least a second.
"I was just joking, I didn't mean it..." The smile dropped off her face as she stared at him, watching his face before looking down at her feet. The all too familiar heavy feeling was already building in her stomach, sitting heavily in the very pit. For some reason, despite how quickly the feeling came, she never really knew how to get rid of it. Her hand slid out of his and immediately she wrapped both arms around her stomach, nails digging in slightly as she nodded at his words. He wanted to go home and that was fine... they were going home together... weren't they? That had to be what he meant when he said lets go, unless he was saying lets go and it was time for each of them to go to their own homes. Rosie didn't want to ask which it was as she nodded, "okay," her voice was quiet as she spoke, her eyes still trained on her shoes, "I'm sorry."

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"bro, why the hell did you jump to jacking off? i was thinking like that you don't find them interesting enough to talk to them for longer than a minute. like a fascination with their questions issue. but maybe you do need therapy, if you just immediately jump to jacking off. or have you not been laid in awhile? i mean, i get it. its hard when we're on roadies, especially if you don't wanna have to go pick up." taylor barks out a laugh, tongue flicking out against his lips, "the demons? we love the demons in this house, they just don't get that sometimes the demons help you on the ice."
“In my defense that’s 100% what i thought you were referring to, maybe I do have a fascination issue…” Cain trailed off, making a face before shrugging, “there’s worse things to assume… probably.” In truth, he didn’t care. At all. His eyes tracked Taylor’s tongue before he turned away, shifting his attention to shoving everything he owned into his beat up duffle. “Are the demons helping you? Mine just affirm that I fucking suck every time I miss a shot. I guess it’s helpful though, motivation or whatever.“ Blindly he fished around in his storage compartment, scooping up and transferring the tiny sleeping creature into the pocket of his hoodie. “You want to go get a burger? I’ll drive.”
"you're ridiculous," he laughs, feeling like that's all he does around her. rosie brought a light to his life that had always been missing before this - not that he was unhappy, his life just felt dull before it had rosie, "i don't want the whole world to be on their knees for me anyways. only you." laughter again filled the air around them, "oh yeah? you have a secret talent that you never told me about? can you sing?" one hand moves to rest on her waist, the other grabbing her hand to hold it in the air, "well, go ahead. give us some music so we can dance, baby."
"Oh yeah? You want me on my knees for you?" The question was a challenge, her knees bending slightly as though she'd drop to them right there and give him anything she wanted. She would too, she knew it, she was fairly sure that he knew it, consequences be dammed she was ready to drop right there in the middle of the sidewalk for him. Her attention quickly shifted when he took her hand, a giggle slipping out as she tried to think of the perfect song, "no secret talent, no talent at all, actually, but sometimes you can do things without being good at them. what dance are we doing? A waltz? I don't know the difference between the dances. This feels like a slow dance though. Hmmmm...." She hummed before smiling at him, a bit softer this time, "you have to know this song. It's perfect. and I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow. you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now."