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Officer?

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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: You see Ryan in the officer costume and suddenly your view on him changes

Warnings: implicit Smut

A/N: I never write this stuff omg this is emberassing please ignore me

It might sound cliché but working with Supermega is full of surprises, there is nothing to expect, no predictions for what would be done and even if there was a video planned, whatever happened in it was still up to imagination.

That being said, you could already tell in what kind of direction the video they were currently filming would go into, judging from the cloud of smoke wafting through the building.

As their makeup artist you were not needed for today but that didn't mean you wouldn't be invited. And even if you weren't, the office was still a homely place to hang out from time to time. There was always at least someone still working or just chilling out.

Opening the door just a little more so that you could slip inside the recording room, you could already hear the very distinct sound of Ryan's giggle echoing throughout the entire area.

After exchanging a few "hi's" and "hello's" you let your gaze wander to Matt and Ryan, trying to understand what they had planned or were in the process of doing. As the realization of a pumpkin bong hit you, you couldn't help but laugh a little, that certainly was creative. The bigger your surpise was though when it actually seemed to work and people took turns hitting it, not complaining about the taste as much as you had expected.

Soaking in the quite chaotic scene in front of you, you couldn't help but appreciate Ryan's costume. Given the fact that it was quite corny, all with the "officer tipsy" and of course the typical trademarked shorts, he still made it look more than good. Very good actually.

A little too good maybe.

It wasn't just the uniform, it was his hair and how it was styled underneath the equally corny hat, it was the way that he just stood there, looking around the room as he took another drag of his blunt that he had seemingly conjured up out of nowhere.

And of course, the way he blew the smoke out of his mouth while looking straight into your eyes.

He looked stoned out of his mind, gifting you a smile after his eyes widenend a bit upon seeing that you were also among the other crew now. Reciprocating the smile, you forced your eyes to look at something different, those thoughts were getting really inappropriate for a workplace and especially when those thoughts were about your boss.

Although calling Matt and Ryan your bosses sounded weird to everyone, it was still a fact that you were painfully reminded of in those few seconds that his eyes seemed to pierce into your soul, it was probably just because he was high, let's be honest, how telling can a mere look be? At least that is what you repeated in your head over and over.

You knew Ryan for almost a year now, being introduced to him through Matt, his best friend, those thoughts had never plagued your mind once. So why were these things surfacing now? You guessed that he had always been rather good looking but still- this type of appreciation of someone's looks felt different than just a simple "You look good".

"You good there?" Slowly shaking your head, you realized that Luke had been trying to get your attention for some time now. "Uh yeah, just the smoke and all, makes me dizzy" you offered an apologetic smile which he returned, although looking a little more concerned than you would have liked. "You know, you can smoke too if you want, got a blunt right here." He held it in front of you, waiting to see if you'd take it. Still unsure of how to deal with your improper thoughts about someone you had up until now only considered as a friend, you simply took it and thanked him. With a quick pat of your shoulder he went back to his equipment to check the sound quality.

A few hits was all it took for you to already feel a tad bit lighter, so light in fact that you had not even noticed that the recording session had seemingly ended. The crew was chatting amongst themselves while some exclaimed to go outside for some fresh air, Matt included.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you simply just stood next to Luke and his Laptop, trying to make sense of whatever program he was using on there and that is when you noticed a movement in the corner of your eye. "Heyy, sorry for only noticing you so late, were you here the whole time?" Luke and you looked up at Ryan as he approached, Luke's attention was swiftly drawn back to his own stuff while yours wished that it wouldn't over analyze the man in front of you right now.

"Oh, oh no don't worry! I just came in." You were definitely stumbling over your own words, what the hell was up today? Maybe you were beginning to come down with something?

"Damn and you're already smoking? Man we are a bad influence." he giggled quietly. In a way he was right, before you had moved to L.A to work with Supermega you weren't really down with the drugs so to speak. And even if they were the ones who had gotten you into it, at least you felt like you were responsible enough about it.. well maybe except for today.

Waving your hand in a dismissive gesture you gave him a sympathetic laugh, uncertain what to even say.

His eyes were really beautiful-

As the thought crossed your mind you instinctively looked down at your feet, jesus christ. Is that really all it takes? A cheap halloween costume and some nice hair?

"Anything wrong?" oh great, the second time someone asked, really sly today, aren't we?

What was there to say? 'Oh it seems that I suddenly find myself being quite infatuated with your looks and by the way also your personality which I had never realized until now'. Nope, that wouldn't do.

"Yeah just uhh-" Eyes darting around the room, searching for an excuse. "Just when I came in like there were people and it overwhelmed me.. and stuff"

'People' was Ryan and 'Overwhelmed' was an understatement.

He looked at you for a moment, a contemplating expression on his face. "I get that don't worry, you wanna come to the kitchen with me? Wanted to grab myself something to drink anyway. Besides it's way cooler there also." Oh.

Oh no.

You had agreed to come with him, also just grabbing a drink, praying that someone else would be there in the kitchen with you and yet; empty.

Grabbing a soda from the fridge and subsequently sitting down on one of the bar stools that stood by the kitchen counter, you watched as Ryan did the same and it became quite apparent that he was still high since he started snickering at the squeaky sound that the carbon caused when he slowly turned the cap of the bottle.

His laugh though, you couldn't help but start smiling. It was so contagious and that is when you realized how much you actually liked him. He was staring at something, probably spacing out now and it gave you a chance to unapolgetically stare at him for but a little while.

His peachy skin, the beautiful brown eyes, his beard, and the way his hair seemed to always and effortlessly be able to frame his face just right, he really was pretty.

And it wasn't just that, there were multiple nights where both of you had stayed up until morning, either in person or on the phone, talking about all kinds of different topics. Sometimes about grief and life, sometimes just about silly ideas for sketches or you begging him to at least try eyeliner for once in his life.

In the early days when you just began to work there, you were overwhelmed, often going into different rooms at get togethers or parties since the crowds of people, even if they were your friends, still made you anxious. And he was the one that followed you. Often you had spent entire parties just with him on the balcony. Drinking in peaceful silence and opening up to each other. He wasn't one for parties either if he was honest. He enjoyed them but you and him had agreed that a social battery could so easily be drained.

Maybe you just wanted to repress that all, maybe there was something after all.

"Do I look funny to you or why that dreamy smile?" Ryan looked perplexed as he noticed you staring at him, admiring him almost, but he couldn't know that.

You shook your head. "No, you just look really pretty" Before you even realized what you had just said, the words had already left your mouth, leaving you to just deal with the shame that now washed over you. "What?" He blushed a little, only a slight tint of blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked.. almost bashful?

"That was really inapropriate, oh god I'm sorry" You uncomfortably shifted in your seat, alarm sirens going off in your head and then there was this strange urge to just run away in a full sprint, however you seemed to be glued to your seat, fidgeting with the skin between your fingers.

Out of your periphiral vision you saw him turning towards you, shifting in his seat.

"You know what?"

Tears were forming in your eyes, of course you had to fuck it up like this. 'You know what? You're fired'. You already saw it in your mind, how he would later go to Matt and tell him how uncomfortable you made him, your tears were threatening to spill as-

"You're also really pretty"

Your head shot up, looking at him with something that can only be described as 'shocked suprised'.

"Actually, you're like the prettiest person I know."

Again, his gaze pierced into your soul, he was looking directly at you. Still in that corny costume that you liked so much on him. He laughed breathlessly:

"Man, weed makes me too honest sometimes.. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable now"

His eyes were still on yours, shaking you head slowly, reassuring him that you were okay. More than okay actually.

Suddenly your mind went foggy as you noticed that you were only mere inches away from each other. His eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips and you felt yourself leaning more and more into him.

"I dunno if that's a good idea" you whispered with an unsure smile.

"Then let's find out together, okay?"

Barely being able to give him a little nod, he closed the gap between the two of you. His lips felt so soft against yours and you could taste the weed as you kissed him.

A quick kiss, to see if it was okay, and then you seperated. Not far from each other though.

"Good idea?" Ryan whispered, giving you the sweetest and most genuine smile you had ever seen.

"Yeah"

And then his lips were on yours again in an instant, his teeth scraping ever so slightly at your bottom lip and before you had even realized, he had pressed you against the cold kitchen counter, pulling you against him by placing his hands onto your hips with a featherlight touch, as if he was afraid that you could break if he wasn't careful enough.

Both of you still high, yet more so of the kiss than any drugs, smiling into the kiss and putting your arms around his neck, having him dip down just a little more.

The two of you released from each other for but a moment, just admiring one another. "I like this outfit you know.." You said, mindlessly picking at the fabric around his back. He chuckled lightly. "Wanna know something?" "hm?" He gave you a mischievious look that you had never really seen before. "Think there were also handcuffs that came with it." As your face started to redden, Ryan couldn't help but start giggling.

Quickly pulling yourself together again though, you gently placed a hand onto his cheek, directing his gaze towards you once again. "Well then, I guess that piques my interest, Officer."

Me when Danny Sexbang:

Btw, just a little disclaimer:

I know that a lot of people in the Oneyplays fandom (which I am currently really active in) do not like the Game Grumps or anything associated with them. While I now know the reasons I will not start switching sides or anything because I do not know any of the people in this conflict in real life. I'm neither friends with DingDong nor Arin Hanson but I know for a fact that GameGrumps as a channel has gotten me through one of the worst times of my life and has helped me become the person who I am today.

Especially the WindWaker playthrough where Dan talked about his OCD and his depression has helped me realized that I am not alone (I do not have OCD, I do have diagnosed depressive episodes though) and for that I will be forever grateful.

I know this whole disclaimer is quite random but I just wanted to put my perspective out there, especially because I put the GameGrumps into my Oneyplays fanfiction (which I did before I knew of DingDongs and Julians experiences). I do not plan on changing that though.

I just hope this can be a save space for fans of both to express themselves because hey, in the end, none of us were part of the conflict.

(Oh and by the way please stop mentioning Arin being a bad guy because there are recordings of him saying the N-word when I literally listened to an episode of sleepycast yesterday where Zach said it as well 💀)

me but with Zach

Your Voice Remains

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Masterlist

Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

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There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."

Shabbat Shalom!!

Happy Hanukkah

I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE

[except for those of @moosemink]

Manifesting that someone will oneday kiss me like that 😔🤞

Thankmas is such a wild time 😂

Spent so much time on Instagram that I forgot I can like all the freakistuff on here again without having to worry about anyone I know seeing LMAO

This how I feel fr

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

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Masterlist

Pairing: OneyPlays Crew X gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of Weed; Alcohol Consumption; Sexual Innuendos

A/N: A small little Christmas Fic that is mostly platonic! Does feature some flirting but all in good fun :)

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“Dude be careful. Careful now… CAREFUL!”

“I am careful you annoying critter!”

THUMP

Christmas ornaments rolling over the wet floor and a wide-eyed Lyle standing on top of a shaky and rusty ladder, holding up a christmas star in one hand with the objective of putting it on the now fallen tree.

“You fucking retard oh my god!”

Oh, and Zachs screaming as he stood there with this hands at his hips, looking at Lyle like a disappointed mother after her child inevitably fucked up.

That was only one of the scenes which greeted you as you had entered the office on Christmas Eve. Not to mention Adam and Cory’s attempt at baking cookies which you could smell throughout the entire house.

“You guys need any help?” You laughed as you watched Zach pick up various ornaments. You put the presents you had brought on the couch, seeing as there was currently no tree to put them under.

“Yeah I need you to take Lyle out back and put that dumb christmas star between his eyes and through his skull.”

“Well if someone hadn’t been stressing me out the entire time, maybe I would have done a better job!”

Lyle was still standing on the ladder, looming over the fuming Zach from high up, arms crossed.

“(Y/n), can you please help with the tree for a second? I do not have the mental capacity to put up with Tribal over here..” Zach sighed and looked at you with a defeated expression.

Earning a quick laugh from you, you eventually decided to help after listening to some more of the back and forth between the boys which wouldn’t lead anywhere any time soon.

“You know what, I don’t even care, I’m just gonna help Adam and Cory in the kitchen.” Lyle huffed, stepping from the ladder and making his way out of the room.

“By the smell the cookies are burned already so you can’t do any more damage at least.” Zach spat back as he heaved the tree upright again with you. Lyle only stuck his tongue out at him in response.

Especially during the holidays it seemed as if each and every one of the boys reverted back to high schoolers. The way that they tried to “plan” everything also seemed akin to all those events that the students back at your school tried to do.

The entire building was busy, Chris was on the forefront of frantic. Checking how everyone was doing and if anyone needed any help as well as Tomar who tried to “gentle-parent” every conflict or wrongdoing that occured. Spoiler Alert:

It only worked with Adam.

And although the rooms smelt of burned cookies and wet pine needles; the Christmas atmosphere was surely building up. Everyone was wearing red and green elf caps and Ugly Christmas Sweaters™. Especially Zach’s had you giggling once you got a good look at it.

“Wow, awesome sweater you got there dude..”

He looked down on himself before looking you dead in the eye.

“Well he is my hero sooo ... you got a problem with that snowflake?”

His sweater read: “O.G. Don. Making Liberals Cry One Tweet At A Time.” And of course, a picture of a knit Donald Trump accompanying it.

You laughed at his impression. “Sure, yeah. Sorry.” “Tz, yeah I thought so.”

One by one Zach hung the fallen ornaments back on the tree and you started putting your gifts under it, earning a gasp from Zach.

“Holy shit why are some of them so big, how much did you spend?” He wanted to look at the tags, trying to spy for the one that was meant for him. You swatted his hand away quickly.

“I’m not gonna tell you how much I spent, Zach. Just be happy you’re getting anything with the way you annoyed me this year.” “Fair enough.”

You helped Zach with the decorations and the lights, accidentally spinning them around yourself as you tried to untangle the 4 metres of cable as quickly as possible. The mismatched ornaments were all over the place look-wise. Some of them were classic red and golden spheres with glitter over them. Other ones were… more explicit. Santa was definitely presenting a little more than you were used to from the Coca Cola Ads back in the day.

Zach also tried to debate you on the Sonichu ornament which he wanted to hang up right in the middle so it’d be the first thing that anyone saw when coming in. You really tried to convince him otherwise yet his argument of: “Well Christmas is all about friendships and Sonichu was Chris Chan’s best friend so you’re pretty ignorant if you want me to put him in the background” left no room for further discussion.

Once you made sure that Zach wouldn’t take a peek at any of the presents, you followed the smell of candies and burnt cookies to the kitchen where your gaze immediately found Adam who was sitting on the kitchen floor. Joint in hand, staring intensely into the oven (the light inside wasn’t even turned on).

“Oh, hey (y/n)! You wanna try the first batch?” Cory greeted you excitedly. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander from him pointing at the crumpled-ashy piles on the tray on the counter, to the apron he was wearing.

An arrow pointing upwards at his face with the subtitle: “This Guy rubs his own meat”

A Cory original it seems. He looked quite proud as he noticed your chuckle.

“Uhh- think I’ll pass..” You tried to weasel your way out of trying those science experiments. “The second batch won’t be..” “Akin to burn victims? No, I made sure of that.” Lyle chimed in from behind Cory.

“Burn Victims?” Adam gasped calmly yet with a hint of hurt. “Those are my babies all right? You guys are just judgemental..”

“Adam.” Lyle began, he stopped mixing more batter and turned to his friend on the ground. “Eating one of those would be like smoking 20 cigs at once.”

You chuckled at their little banter. You were just glad that there was no more fighting happening. Although that was probably thanks to the separation of Zach and Lyle.

“And what would be wrong with that?” Adam pouted, his eyes still fixed on the dark oven. You wondered how high he was flying already.

“Nicotine, Adam. Not weed.” Cory said before trying to pick up one of the burnt cookies which turned into something that could be compared to dust. Leaving Cory to blankly stare at his ashy hands.

“Mr Stark… I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled, earning a laugh from Adam who hadn’t even seen what you were talking about.

“By the way, where are Josh and Chris at? I saw them running around when I came in and I thought they’d be here with you guys.” You asked the three men in front of you.

“They’re in the recording room I think” Cory said, running a hand through his hair.

Just as you were about to turn around and make your way to the recording room, Adam spoke up quietly. “Noo, No! Chris and Tomar wanted to get a karaoke machine from one of Chris’ friends.”

“What, when they say that?” Befuddled, Cory looked down at Adam who’s attention was still on the oven.

“They stopped by and told us.” Cory’s gaze met yours, utter confusion apparent on both of your faces.

“How did you catch that but I didn’t?”

Adam just shrugged and took a drag of his joint. At that moment he looked like an Astronaut who experienced Zero Gravity for the first time.

“I think we can take out the second tray now and put these bad boys in.” Lyle spoke up. He held up the whisk. “Who wants to lick?”

“Don’t say it like that dude..” Adam finally got up from the ground, he looked like a toddler while doing so.

“What? I’m only offering my creamy left-over dripping liquid to someone in the room? What’s wrong with that?” A grin spread across Lyle’s face as Adam mimicked gagging at his words.

You and Cory simply laughed at the scene. “Besides, I’m sure (Y/n) would love to help me out with that.” A blush spread across your face, a nervous giggle leaving your lips as you took the whisk which Lyle handed to you with a wink. “You’re disgusting dude.” You said before trying the batter. Surprisingly enough, it actually tasted really dang good.

“That’s genuinely quite-”

“LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART-”

Besides making you drop the whisk and probably waking the entire street, George Michael seemed to want to shatter your eardrum with those vocals.

There was a deafening silence after the sudden jumpscare.

“Sorry!” A muffled apology was shouted from the living room, causing you and Cory to double over in laughter.

“What the fuck, Zach?” Lyle wanted to seem pissed but he couldn’t help the corners of his mouth twisting upwards as he shouted back.

The Man, The Myth, The Goblin then appeared in the doorframe to the kitchen, laughing at Adam’s shocked face.

“I just wanted to set up some atmospheric music”

“Yeah and how’d that work out?” You asked as you turned around to him.

As Zach profusely apologized to specifically Adam. Lyle began to put in the third and probably final batch of cookies.

“But in my defense!” Zach raised his voice along with his finger.

“It is kinda funny how that got you like ‘WHam!’ y’know.”

The silence that followed his wordplay was even more deafening than before.

“Alright yeah I get it, fuck you guys.” And with that he turned around on his heel and back into the living room.

Soon after though you heard the rustling of keys in the hallway, announcing the last two of the bunch who were hopefully coming to stay this time.

A bunch of grunts and huffs later, you and Lyle decided to take a look at what was going on and whether or not you were about to witness some extra Christmas-loving, judging from the sounds of panting.

“Oh (y/n), Lyle, hey there!” Tomar greeted the both of you. He and Chris were currently trying to carry in the karaoke machine that had been mentioned earlier.

“Uhh, do you guys need any help with that?” Lyle said, stepping from one foot to the other.

“I mean if one of you could hold open the door so it stops spanking me that’d be great.”

Chris’ back was turned to you, and the door indeed kept wanting to close on him. You quickly got to holding it open for him.

“Oh c’mon you like getting slapped on the ass though, don’t lie.” Zach suddenly spoke up after he entered the hallway to watch the scene along with you and Lyle.

Chris let out a strained laugh. “Sure, but you can do that later, babe.” He said, his voice dropping a few octaves lower, making Zach chuckle.

As you kept standing by the door, you finally noticed the familiar sound of “Jingle bell Rock” in the background, you were impressed that it took only two tries for Zach to set up something as easy as a stereo system. Although his hard work would soon become irrelevant again because the big-ass karaoke machine was now finally inside the office and on its way to the living room.

“Whoa, great job with the tree guys!” Chris exclaimed, wiping some sweat off of his brow before taking off his jacket and scarf.

“Yeah, wait till you see the first batch of cookies.” Lyle said jokingly, nodding toward the kitchen where Adam and Cory were peeking their heads out. “The cookies look good," both of them exclaimed, almost in unison.

“I’m sure you guys did your absolute best.” Tomar gifted them a warm smile, his fatherly demeanor unmistakable in his words.

A genuine smile broke from Adam’s lips: “Thank you Tomar!” to which the other shot him a thumbs up.

Chris then got to setting up the whole machine and for some reason, everyone including you just decided to watch him quietly. There wasn’t really much to do, the tree had been set up, the cookies were cooki(e)ng and music was playing. All of that combined created a sort of awkward atmosphere with some cover of “Winter Wonderland” playing quietly in the background.

Suddenly, Chris stopped handling the cable to turn around to face the onlookers. “What the fuck are you retards doing? Booze is in my car, Jesus christ.”

Lyle was the first to run outside, you and Zach following swiftly after.

As the first opened the trunk, he let out a sound of astonishment. “Holy shit- how much does he want us to drink?”

The trunk was filled with beer, rum, mulled wine and ingredients for eggnog. There was so much that it was no surprise that none of it had fallen over, there was literally no room for anything to fall over.

You rolled up your sleeves and clapped your hands together dramatically. “Alright, let’s get this stuff inside.”

Zach let out a guttural whine as he heaved the first six pack from the trunk, over exaggerating the physical effort to a maximum.

“Stop whining or I’ll give you something to whine about.” You joked at him. Lyle was already gone with some of the wine and rum under his arms.

Zack spat back at you: “Well maybe I’d like that!”

You both looked at each other for a second, blankly staring into the other ones eyes before bursting out into laughter.

“Alright dude, c’mon let’s get this over with.”

20 minutes and a couple of back’s cracking later, all of the booze was finally inside and the karaoke machine was all set up. The fridge had also been emptied for the eggnog and beer, leaving all of the healthy stuff on the counter, unrefrigerated. Cory’s response to your worry about there being mold was simply: “nah it’ll be fine.” And who were you to argue against such a well-thought-out point. (You tried and were just met with the same response).

Soon all of you found yourselves huddled together in the living room. Adam and you taking the carpet as the others made themselves comfortable on the couch.

“Okay! Who’s gonna bless us first with their beautiful, god-given voice?” Everyone’s eyes landed on Zach who shook his head profusely. “Nu-uh, no way. I’m not gonna go first, I’m not drunk enough to embarrass myself like that!” Cory stuffed a beer into his face and Chris was expectantly looking at him. He was the only one standing, excitedly holding out the mic to his friend.

“I hate you people, all of you.” He said, but gave in eventually (after downing about half the bottle in one go.)

After Zach’s (very sentimental) performance of “Don’t stop believing”, Lyle followed with a very metal rendition of “I want it that way.” Growling his way through the song apparently.

You finally decided to get on the couch between Chris and Cory since your bones did not like the floor as much as you had hoped.

Chris laughed out loud multiple times as he listened in on Zach, Tomar and Adam who were desperately trying to get the latter to understand how the machine worked and what song he wanted to pick.

As he doubled over, his hand landed on your leg as he tried to stabilize himself.

“Sir?” You exclaimed at him in a deep voice.

He realized then where his hand actually was. The alcohol seemingly giving him drunk-courage though with how his hand was moving upwards now.

“Oh- oh I’m sorry, I didn't mean to.” He kept babbling, his hand moving further, sending you into a fit of giggles.

“Chris!” You laughed a little louder as his hand was now dangerously close to your lap.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled and removed his hand, holding it up in a feigned gesture of ‘you got me’.

Just as Cory was about to ask what is taking so long with the next song, Adam suddenly spoke up loudly, pointing outside:

“Oh my god it’s snowing!”

As if you were all connected through some secret hivemind, all of your heads whipped around to the balcony.

It was actually snowing. Holy shit.

In a matter of seconds, everyone put on their jackets, boots, scarfs and hats, storming outside to marvel at such a true christmas miracle.

Zach and Adam tried to catch the flakes with their tongues almost immediately upon arriving outside.

You were astonished as you stood there. Under the streetlights, the snow seemed to dance, each little snow crystal seeming like little stars falling from the sky.

“You alright there kiddo?”

Tomar came up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Yeah just- just really surprised is all..” You huffed, leaning into the touch of the man beside you. The temperature dropped quite quickly.

“As soon as there's enough snow for me to form a ball, y'all better run!” you heard Lyle shout from across the lot, he and Chris were trying to gather as many flakes as possible. They were really hopeful for a snowball fight.

“Me too, I reckon we enjoy the snow for now though, might be gone in like an hour.”

You nodded, following him further out.

It didn't take long for everyone to fully revert back to little kids, you included.

Shaking the snow from one person's beanie into the hair of the other or picking up a little from the ground and trying to stuff it in someone else's face. Truly, no one was safe.

The Presents had long been disregarded, almost forgotten in the Winter wonderland you now found yourself in.

Even if it was a cliché, among the merriment and laughter around you, you realized that maybe the real Christmas was the friends you made along the way

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Adorable Miku

I had nothing to post for thanksgiving rn. But here. I did imagine what Miku look like of my own version of the Arachnid realm. So I drew her. Hope you fellas like this.