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All the swirls are lesbians

Swirl~ Pan

Daisy~ Hetero

Smol~ Everybody is pretty

Tol~ Pan

Spiral~ Pan

Trish~ Pan

Classy~ Pan

Trina~ Hetero

Patrick~ Bi

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Classy and George drabble 1(Bullt shit ending)

George had been playing ‘Kirby Planet Robobot’ on his 3DS for the past two hours, having gotten comfortable sitting up on his side of the bed. Classy had sat next to him sometime during the last half hour. He hadn’t acknowledged her arrival immediately, annoying her greatly, but he had pushed the blankets over on her in an effort to cool off without turning on the fan. She had mistaken it for recognition and thought it was a welcome.

At last came a cutscene and he put the game down to stretch, lifting his arms up and slowly bringing them down. His hand touched Classy’s head and he looked over, finally realizing he was not alone. His head jerked over towards her, his dark purple eyes looking into her hot pink ones.

“H-How long have you been here?” He asked, slowly retracting his hand.

“Maybe a bit less than an hour, you noticed me come in.” She pushed some of the blankets off her body and smiled. “You gave me more blanket.”

“Yeeeeee-Yeah!” George grinned, “Sorry, I just beat this boss and got to into the game.”

“Why don’t you take a break?” She asked, already moving onto his lap, knocking his game off of it.

George didn’t object, partially in fear of starting a fight and partially because he genuinely wanted some affection. He longed to feel her soft hair under his chin and her body on his as he played his game. The purr of her body as he trampled down enemies. He adjusted himself so they were both comfortable before picking up his game again.

“No, no games.” She groaned. Honestly, Classy wanted 80% of his attention, and she knew that game would take up 90% of it in a heartbeat. She wanted him to hold her and ask her about her day, have a conversation that didn’t involve him looking over her shoulder at the pink blob voring everything. She wanted eye contact and gently kisses and his affection. “I crave your affection and validation.”

George gave her the smallest of smiles, “Are you willing to compromise?”

“No.”

“What if I-”

“No, Fuck no.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh and set his 3DS on the nightstand and pushed his girlfriend up in his arms. “But you owe me.”

“I owe you nothing, I am your girlfriend and I have the right to not want to be second fiddle to your dumb game.” She snapped back. “I just want like ten damn minutes of your undivided attention, is that too much to ask?”

“No, of course not.” He nodded. “I don’t know what I was thinking, rather selfish of me really.” George looked her in the eyes for a second then kissed her, “My apologies, I should have been a bit more sensitive.”

“You should have.” She agreed firmly.

“So, well, how was your day?” He asked.

“Well Emily, you know, the one that tries to one up me all the time? She had the NERVE to, like, try and flirt with my photographer to try and replace me in my perfume shoot.” Classy began rambling. George listened intently, reacting to the things she said and offering her Chipotle from his ears. Occasionally the room would change colors or someone would come in and take a photo of them, and she would be forced to pause and strike a pose.

In reality, Classy had fallen asleep the second she got on George’s lap. He simply laid down and resumed playing his game with her on him, kissing her head at the start and end of every level and humming along to the music. He wondered what she was dreaming about, she kept chewing on his shirt and he had to put a washcloth there to prevent her from making holes. Eventually his eyes got heavy and the sweet song of sleep forced him to rest as well.

“.....Pussy.” Classy mumbled as he plugged in his game.

“Yes?” George pulled the blankets over their bodies.

“.....Stop pulling bowls out your ear.”

“Pardon?” He frowned.

“...You heard me.” She growled.

George rolled his eyes and moved his hand on her back before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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What happened with Classy and her mom?

Classy was heavily restricted as a child, supposed to be a pretty girl and nothing else. She snuck out to live her life from age 13 and learned art from a young man that lived nearby. Her mom found out and Classy left after a large fight where her mother called her a ‘Slut’ and a ‘Whore’ at age 15. There was more to this.

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