welcome!!!!!
read at your own discretion please. am not responsible for emotions or getting ur phone taken away in class.
i am also aware that my titles are absolute shite. thank you to the guy who keeps telling me this.
Okay so i initially wanted to do some 25 days of Christmas shit yall know?? But sadly life said "yeah right" to me n kicked my ass. So!!! Have the list of what was,meant to be
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And also what little i finished of the first 3. The others,, uh well i either didnt get anything done or liked them too much to post here. So enjoy??? Idk anymore yall my sense of time is so fucked up.
Side note,,, none of these are exactly "finished" so much as given up on LMAO ya girls got no hope
1: delitoonz: gift wrapping is hard
“God, what kind of fucking wrapping is that?! Oh my god, that is disgusting!”
Jonathan glares up at Luke, narrowing his eyes as he struggles to cut the wrapping paper to fit the box he was wrapping. It was just simple blue and green snowflakes across a white background. What's so ugly about that?!
“Well,” he fires back, “If you have a prettier wrapper you wanna use for Bryce’s present then come fucking give it to me!”
Luke smirks and holds up a small roll. “See this shit? Little cats and snowmen. What more does Bryce want?”
“My gift, because my gift to him is better than yours,” Jonathan says smugly. He waves his present around for emphasis, doing the best he can to wiggle the large box around in the air.
He revels in the way Luke's smirk falters. “What’d you get him? I got him some headphones and a fuzzy blanket.”
“I got him a cat tower and some catnip.”
“Fuck. That's way better than mine,” Luke sighs. “But my gift to Gorilla is better than yours. I can assure you that right now.”
“What?! What did you get him, huh?!” Jonathan quickly gets up, running over to Luke's pile of presents and snatching the one he was talking about. He shakes the box, hearing nothing, then decides that unwrapping it is clearly the best idea he has. Jon's got a piece of wrapping paper in his hand, about to tear into it when a box hits him in the back of the head.
Luke snatches the dark blue present and smacks Jon with it. “Get your filthy little hands off of his present!”
“Fine, fine. Can you help me wrap mine? I'm not good at wrapping it. You see that pink one under the tree?” Jon gestures to the crudely wrapped pink present under the tree, looking more like a wad of paper than anything else. “That's mine. I did that.”
Luke laughs loudly, reaching over and hugging Jonathan close. “Oh, oh my god. I'm married to an idiot.”
“Shut up,” Jonathan whines, burying his face into Luke's shoulder. “I never said it was good!”
“Gorilla’s daughter does this better than you! What the fuck did I marry you for again?” Luke asks teasingly, pulling away to pinch Jonathan's cheek with a smile. “I won't lie, I thought that was just a wad of fucked up paper.”
Jonathan pouts. “Well… instead of being a bitch about it, can you- can you maybe please help me? Pretty pretty please?!”
Luke stares down at him. He narrows his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “What do I get in return?”
Oh no… not this again.
“Uh…. What do you want? I am a poor Delirious with nothing good to offer,” Jonathan says innocently, batting his eyelashes and trying to look as cute as possible.
2: brylirious: first snow
Jonathan watches as Bryce stares at the snow covering the ground. He's hesitating, though you can't really tell from how he's bundled himself up in three different blankets.
“Bryce! Come off the damn doorstep!” Jonathan calls out to his boyfriend with a smile, balling up snow in his hands. It makes his gloves feel cold and wet, though he doesn't really mind. He smiles at how Bryce (finally) closes the front door behind him, the blankets rustling in the wind. “Fuck yeah Bryce! You go baby! Fuck the fuckin’ snow up!!”
Bryce visibly blushes, hand squeezing the doorknob. “Shut up,” he whines. “I'm from Georgia. Snow isn't a thing down there,” he whines. "I'm not stepping in that! You come carry me!"
3: brynoss attempting to decorate while talking shit
“God, why are these people putting up such ugly decorations?” Evan eyes their neighbors across the street warily, giving a resigned sigh. He turns away from the window for the sake of his eyes. “Then again… we're not much better, are we?”
His boyfriend doesn't answer at first. There is a knocked over Christmas tree in their living room, with three cats chewing on said tree's branches. Every single ornament is plastic, not glittery and breakable, not to mention yellow and purple. The sight of all this tells Evan that his question does not need answering.
Bryce does speak up a moment later, walking into the kitchen with a laugh.
