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blackbloodredpepper · 4 months

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Headcanons: but a Lot

I made a pinterest board for the belchers & co. and saved pics that i feel represent the characters lol and they have inspired me and my latest Bobby borger headcanons :) enjoy

Linda

You would think that bob would have the wicked classic rock cd collection but irl that is our lovely lady Linda

She isn't the BIGGEST classic rock fan but her dad was and she just kinda picked it up

makes her feel nostalgic, y'know

but generally she's more of an 80s pop and show tune enthusiast

and she’s def an overall kinda gal

With a classic red long-sleeve? Yes pls

when she wasn’t allowed to keep buying porcelain babies she switched to ceramic birds for a little while

And she fs has a bird feeder hanging outside the kitchen window

Linda sometimes gets her nails done

Bright red and LONG

sometimes a french tip but that’s only when she’s not feeling the long guys

And red lipstick is a must ofc

she discovered that red was her colour and just let it overtake her

Cherry pie and a little bit of ice cream go a long way in her book

But her fav food and breakfast most days (when neither she or Bob are in the mood too really cook) is Tomato toast

Sometimes with cream cheese, but mostly just toasted with butter and season with salt and pepper

She just can’t get enough of it she loves tomatoes and she loves bread so it just works

The medicine cabinet in the bathroom is full of her clutter and crap lol

No true medicine to be found (other than bob’s prescribed pills ofc)

lots of nail polish, for when she can’t afford to get her nails done

One for her bday gene made her a ceramic tooth trinket box

to keep all of his teeth in, obviously

Keeps forcing her family on “quick” three hour hikes

she STILL tries to knit, esp after how great the kids’ reactions were to the one she made for Christmas

Whenever she and the kids are waiting around for bob to make thanksgiving dinner she puts on the thanksgiving day parade on TV

her fav float is snoopy

Ideal boblin date? Wine in the eve on the beach with chocolate and strawberries

she one time heard some teenager say that they were “frickin’ zazzed” and now she says it all the time

She doesn’t know cut her some slack 😭

It makes Louise pee herself laughing lmao

When Linda is behind the grill she gives the burgers ketchup smileys

One time she got drunk and made a pope hat out of paper and tried to put it on little king trash mouth

….it went about as well as you would expect…

Bob!!

Bob tries to do the NYT crossword

Unsuccessfully

When he gets his new phone she discovers the mini cross words and the app

linda literally could not get him to turn the phone off lmfaoo

eventually tho he gets her into wordle and now they play together nightly

I say they play 'together' but they actually play against each other

Like, hardcore

His fav. Halloween candy that the kids would get are those burger gummies

The kids had never actually had one until Gene hid a few in his socks bcs Bob would take them all before they even had the chance

he’s a cool dad. (tm)

Bob’s got this one Jean jacket that is so filled with holes it’s unsightly

But he just will not get rid of it lol

Why? Who knows

his ideal thanksgiving dinner is one of those idealistic 70s thanksgiving ads

Genuinely bob’s heaven

once for his bday he was served a burger with candles in it

linda thought it was funny

(so did bob)

i think that he secretly loves making spaghetti

Esp spaghetti Bolognese idk it just feels like a very Bob coded dish

When he serves the kids eggs and bacon he makes them a little smiley face AWWWH

Louise gave him a world’s okayest dad mug which he uses

Frequently

the glove compartment in the car has one of those flip through cd cases and it is just FULL of pirated cds lol

In his younger days he was a big fan of Levi’s jeans

He’s saved them all for when Gene is big enough to wear them

Or whichever of his other kids are interested ofc he doesn’t judge

Hates that Linda let’s the kids watch the thanksgiving day parade

He just thinks that it perpetuates the fact that thanksgiving has turned into a capitalist’s dream

“It’s the principle, Lin!”

Louise

One time Gloria gave her one of those sand animals (ykno the ones)

And now she can’t get enough of them

I also firmly believe that she never gets her ears pierced lol

But she was incredibly tempted to when she saw those spiky rainbow earrings in Clair’s

Secretly Louise fs enjoys linda and Gene’s spa days and facial routines and she often participates

Hair wrapped up in a towel, face mask and everything

when linda makes them all go on those loooong “short” hikes Louise occasionally finds a bone or two

Which she (incorrectly) bleaches and keeps in her room obvi

If it were up to her shoes would be a never

Loves the feeling of grass on her feet

When she was a toddler Linda would put her in those purple jelly sandals

Sensory hell for her

BEGS Bob and linda for a hamster or Guinea pig or ANYTHING but alas, fails miserably

Chronic frog catcher

Gene, who is terrified of frogs, hates it

genuinely the bane of his existence

she eventually upgrades the walkie talkies to further range ones

Bob one time went into a comic book store and found a gummo figurine and gave it to Louise and she loves it

But he did have to convince her to keep it in the box

“It could be worth A LOT one day Louise”

Louise got into rainbow loom

Not as a fun little hobby but as a black market business

frond caught her tho so rip that

As a “middle schooler” she collects anime figurines

the cute ones, not the sex ones

As well as horror movie figurines

When she was a kid she was obsessed with those light up shoes lmao

Personally I believe that Louise eventually needs braces for a couple years

But she convinces Bob and Linda that she loves/wants to keep her gap tooth so they get them removed early

Collects silly bands

Always covered in bandaids (but like, the colourful kind)

She eventually starts to paint her nails

Each finger is a dif colour

She likes to collect creepy porcelain dolls too

She’s a big collector, if you couldn’t tell

Paul frank t shirts for daaaayyyys

Big graphic novel/manga reader

She almost convinced Bob to let her get a frog

But again, gene

She hates socks but I firmly believe that she will wear tights/stockings if she absolutely has to

Has a few of bobs old band tees (gene has most of them)

Went through a phase where she constantly drew shit with chalk outside the restaurant

Some of it was cute, some of it was plans for world domination

Tina also gave her a little star necklace for her 13th bday and Louise literally never takes it off

(cuties pies)

Big graphic novel enjoyer

and im hoping this isn't too niche but she really enjoys courtney crumrin specifically

I may be projecting here a little tho bcs that was MY fav graphic novel when I was her age lmao

Gene

Has three tamagotchi pets that he keeps on a keychain that he keeps in his pockets/backpack

So. Many. Hawaiian shirts.

Loves super hero comics

Not a graphic novel fan though

Also likes collecting super hero action figures

Sour patch kids are his fav candie

Has the most narrow bed

has to sleep with a fan on at all times

not just cuz the noise makes his senses go brrr and helps him sleep

but because he is also a very sweaty boy

twinning with tina fr

Huge 80s vibe always

All of his pencils have bite marks all over them lol

Genes a nervous test taker

his palms get sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

on that note, he lowkey gets into rap

any rap: mumble, freestyle, mainstream

He wears his red converse until they literally falls of his feet

Has buttons and pins on all of his jackets/sweaters

Yugio fan??

Wears his white socks in the grass all the time

Drives linda CRAZY

Over alls are a staple in his wardrobe

same with flannel button ups

Bob thrifts Gene an acoustic guitar for his 14th bday

so he learns to play the guitar! He’s kind of a natural

okay so he's not THAT good but he's good enough

He also gets a cheap mini synth at some point and it replaces the casio just a little bit

Has to get braces and sticks to it

The bands are always funky colours, often in a rainbow order

Has a bunch of vintage Jean jackets

After his red converse finally fall apart he transfers to blue knock off converse with orange laces

Has at least three bags full of discount candy at all times

He went through a space phase so he’s got planet stickers on the wall by his bed

Gets a cassette player and tapes for his bday at some point

From Linda

And at some point thrifts himself doc martens

Obsessed with the muppets

Esp animal and janice

Lana stan

(Sorta)

Tons of bobs old band tees

becomes a SoundCloud rapper as a joke

But why is he lowkey good 😭

Gets a pink bike

“I’m cool bcs my mom says so”

Thrifts himself a cheapo electric guitar and covers it in stickers

Sounds like shit but tbh it works

Tina-Bina

When she was little Linda made her a canopy for her bed

It’s kinda patchy but that’s okay it suits her

Tortoise shell glasses become her jam in high school

Still has a classic black pair as a backup

Always worried

Has a notebook/journal on her at ALL TIMES

Multiple unicorn figures

And porcelain horses (from Linda ofc)

Her chariot doll stays on her desk and/or nightstand

Her room is a hot pink, not a baby pink lol

It’s a little obnoxious

Loves lip smacker

Never gets rid of her bangs

But she does grow her hair out a little bit past her shoulders

Thinks it makes her look older

Paul frank t shirts that she hands down to Louise over time

Emergency phone becomes her phone lol

She does put a horse sticker on the back and she loves it

MLP themes pencil case is the mlp think she owns

Most of her school supplies is horse related, tho

Lisa frank stickers

Likes the classic vintage my little pony dolls

“Ugh”

Horse shaped birthday cake

Teal nail polish when she’s feeling fancy

But she consistently has clear polish on

Makes Tina feel classy

She lowkey collects plastic farm animals lol

She read the perks of being a wallflower once and it became her whole personality for about two weeks

Blue collared shirts with jean shirts

Or an overall dress

Has a locket with a drawing of jerico that she made

She wears it pretty often lol

Jimmy jr’s school photo sits snugly on the other side

Loves 80s windbreakers

Her fav is blue with a yellow stripe across the shoulders

Star shaped barrette that Louise found for her on the sidewalk lmao

Called herself ‘ghost girl’ while she was pretending to be a so-called bad girl

Poofy 80s pink prom dress that’s passed down to her from Linda

Can write in cursive rlly well

So many unicorn plushies

Put beads on her shoe lacss

She has three blue t shirts with an embroidered rainbow on them

She loves them and wears them all the time

Enjoys playing solitaire

Still big into drinking coffee lol

Linda made her a pony keychain out of felt and she uses it as an accessory

i.e. hangs it off of her overall dress, belt loop, backpack, etc

swiftie?? she just vibes with the music so hard

esp folklore

"IM A MIRRORBALLLLL"

She's so sweet and relatable i just love Tina so much

#bob’s burgers #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #linda belcher #gene belcher #bobs burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #fangirl #headcannons #i love bob so much #i love louis so much #i love tina #bobs burgers supremacy

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moreofem · 3 years

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“Adultère”

Adultère: French for Adultery.

pairing: Andy Barber x WOC!fem!Reader

Warnings: CHRISTMAS, emily trying to be a good fanfic writer and pretending she knows shit about male underwear, cheating, insecurities but y/n is THAT bitch though, swearing, smut: degradation, andy puts the pussy on a pedestal (as he should), unprotected sex: P in V (zon’t do it. zon’t do it….), light daddy kink + subspace, use of the word “cunt” ihkzlkadj, cheesy happy ending

A/N: THIS IS FOR MY MAIN GIRLY JASMEEN ILY JAS THEE STALLION CAUSE ITS HER BDAY AND IT MOTIVATED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR ONCE!! ❤️💞🥺 @cloudystevie

For Siri’s @stargazingfangirl18‘s Happy Hoelidays Challenge!

Prompt: Character A is having a sad, lonely holiday when Character B unexpectedly shows up to spend it with them

Since i’m a lazy, incompetant person, this is also for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Love u Siri, hope you’ll like this

chile not me giving y’all the bare minimum every two months. listen to Lana Del Rey and wake up your sugar baby instincts for maximum experience. Also, i didnt watch defending jacob cause as much as I love chris and shows in general i’m poor and lazy… And i wrote about boston. LAST TIME. my ny ass had a hard time rbhnkjdik // Also, i’m not that good with christmas stuff like.. I really don’t care that much about the christmas spirit and i’m so sorry cause IK you can feel it throughout the whole fic.

Word count: 4.6k+

Oh it was good. Too good. So good. But it was saddening, so saddening. You were reminded everyday that he wasn’t yours, and he’d probably never be. It would remind you of how wrong it was, messing around with a married and family man. But you loved him so much you didn’t give a care in the world anymore. You just wanted him for yourself. How long had it been since the last time he promised he’d divorce her? Probably a few months ago, but he never did. You’d known him for years, and this affair had been going on for quite some time. He made promises to you, that he never kept. Promises whispered in your ears when he fucked you slowly, rutting into you and peppering sweet kisses on your breasts. Promises sang in your face when you danced in the kitchen, something he surprisingly enjoyed. Promises cooed when you cried or were angry, and complained about how you wanted everyone to know that you were his and he was yours, but at the same time, you were terrified that maybe Julie, the desk assistant, heard you getting absolutely railed on his desk the other day.

You remembered every word he told you.

“Baby... don’t cry, it’s ok, I’m sure no one heard us... and I’m the boss here, right? I’m the one who gets fired or not. And you? You’re gonna work there forever, babe...”

You’d sniffle and laugh softly in his hair, relishing the feeling of his strong hands rubbing your back.

•

You chewed nervously on your pen. You always did when Laurie was in the office, you felt like she’d discover everything you were doing with her husband just by looking at you, and you hated it. Your leg bounced as you listened to them argue for what seemed the hundredth time. “My marriage is in shambles anyways...” You remembered what Andy had told you once, and shook your head. Their marriage had been ruined for years, but they were still holding on to it like old string. You scribbled on a piece of paper, listening to their conversation.

“I don’t care Andy! I just asked you one simple task, and you can’t even do it! You’re always away in your thoughts, and you can’t even spare a crumb of attention for your fuckin’ wife!”

You slumped in your chair and watched her storm out of his office. The glass panels made you and the other associates straighten up and go silent as the furious brunette practically stomped out of the floor and made her way to the elevator. You could just picture his face. Brows furrowed in anger, thumb rubbing his lower lip while the other hand was balled in a fist on his desk, and his foot was tapping annoyingly against the floor. You busied yourself, concentrating on the sound of your polished nails clinking against your keyboard. As expected, a few minutes later, your phone vibrated as you received a text.

-”You busy??”

You wanted to scoff. Andy had some nerve. Pissing off his wife then sending you a booty call text. Every single fucking time. Getting up, you made sure your heels clicked loudly on the ground as you made your way to his office. You knocked twice, signaling him it was you, and opened the door, making yourself at home. You did consider it to be your second house, since he kinda fucked you on every square feet of the room.

“Can I help you, Andy? Cause I don’t know if you noticed, but I actually have work to do.”

He groaned.

“Don’t talk to me like that, baby… And yes, you can help… Com’ere”

You sighed and closed the door, watching him press a button from the small remote and the blinds shut, hiding you from the prying and gossip hungry eyes of your colleagues. You made your way towards him, ignoring the way his lustful, icy blue gaze looked at your legs.

“Pant day?”

You hummed and stopped in front of him, averting your gaze from the obvious bulge underneath his dress pants. His lap looked way too comfortable, and with a small, tired groan, you threw your leg over his and sat on his lap, his muscular thighs in between yours. He smirked and rubbed your hips, feeling the velvet fabric that surrounded your legs.

“There we go bubba… this better, huh?”

He watched you nod softly, and he gave you a soft smile.

“We were talking about… Christmas…’ he chuckled, ‘Can you imagine? We had an argument about fucking Christmas…”

“Damn. ‘M sorry, Andy.”

He shrugged and slapped your waist gently, grinning at the quiet squeal you made. You scooted further up his body and you circled his neck with your arms. It was so hard to stay mad at him.

“Meh, it’s okay… Gimme a kiss baby”

You leaned in, feeling his lips on yours. His were slightly chapped, but they were still soft, and you hummed when his mustache rubbed against your upper lip. He grabbed the back of your neck as he deepened his embrace, getting totally lost in your glossy lips. His groan sent fire to your belly, and you ground down on him, moving your hips in a sensual motion. He could feel himself grow hard by the second, his right slacks doing nothing to conceal his hardening length.

“Fuck, take your pants off.”

Were you feeling bratty? Absolutely. With a hint of mischief in your gaze that didn’t go unnoticed by him, you shook your head and pulled his hair, exposing his neck to you. You dove in, ignoring his unpleased groan, and started sucking a hickey in his neck. With an arousing growl, he wrapped a hand around your neck, manhandling you as he licked into your mouth.

“The fuck did I say? Take those pants off. Don’t be a fucking brat, I’m not in the mood.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, and you decided to lean down and kiss his rough cheek.

“Yes daddy…”

“That’s a good girl, see? When you want to.”

You lifted yourself off his lap and started unzipping them, hissing when the cold of his office hit your shaved legs.

“Do you ever heat this damned room? It must be like zero degrees in here.”

Andy was feeling tight in these pants. Your simple black underwear was enough to make him want to burst, and the jiggle in your thighs made him feral, almost primal. You were the only person who could make him feel this way, and he loved it. He patted his lap, and you happily sauntered and sat, moaning softly when his crotch hit your panty clad folds.

“Fuck, daddy…”

Andy’s ego went up a notch at the nickname, and all smug and sure of himself, he placed his hands behind his head with an enormous smirk on his gorgeous face.

“C’mon, rub your pussy on my pants… ruin them.”

Your brain short circuited at his dirty talk and you did exactly as he said. Your panties were dampening with every second, and you could feel his hard cock underneath all those layers. The tip of it was digging into your clit, and you focused mainly on that. You wanted to feel it brushing up against your pussy, and the way you undulated your hips was slow and calculated, but at the same time, smooth like you’d already done it a million times. You were sure you weren’t far from that number. Underneath you, Andy was trying to keep his composure, but your body was just too good, too mesmerizing. He grumbled underneath his breath and secured his hands around your hips. He pressed you down on his length, and he swore you glowed when you threw your head back. Your eyes were pinched shit, the false eyelashes fluttering on your cheekbones. You felt his hot gaze on your lower body, and on how you were rubbing yourself shamelessly on him. Your hands snaked underneath your shirt and he swore when he watched you play with your covered breasts. Fucking shameless.

“Shit- play with your tits baby… You’re so hot, you close yet?”

You opened one eye, and smirked at his face. His face was flushed, veins pulsing on his neck, and he had a lipstick mark on his neck. You weren’t going to say anything… you were a homewrecker, the least you could do was do your job well. You laughed internally at your thoughts, but everything was quick to subside into arousal when Andy pressed a thick thumb on the hood of your clit. You stiffened and already felt your thighs shake around his.

“Moh, poor, shaky baby. You were distracted…”

And when he started rubbing, finally adding more precise stimulation, you were gone for it. You were panting, and your lover took great pleasure in watching you fall apart for him.

“Oh my- shit, shit, shit… An-Daddy, I’-”

You squealed when he slapped his hand on your mouth, silencing you. His tone was stern and mean, and it made your pussy clench painfully.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t want the whole fucking building to know how much of a whore you are huh? My fuckin’ whore. Who gets fucked by her boss. If you wanna cum, you cum in silence. Got it?”

Your nod was pathetic, which made Andy chuckle darkly. You didn’t care though. You were going to burst.

With a muffled purr, the dam opened, and you came all over your fully clothed boss. His right hand was still guiding your hips, and it didn’t look like you were going to stop humping him soon. The left hand was still covering your mouth, and the coolness of his wedding ring shouldn’t have made you as horny as you were, but a new wave of lust took over your body, as well as mixed feelings. As much as you felt bad for Laurie, you couldn’t deny the little pinch of superiority that you felt, because you were fucking her husband. It was twisted, really, but after all these years in this affair, you had finally come to sense and accepted these feelings. Yes, you could say you were pretty confident being a mistress.

“Mhm… Good girl, fuckin’ good… Y’know what? I don’t wanna wash my pants, ever…”

Letting out a small, shocked giggle, you passed your hand through your hair, trying to tame it.

“Mr Barber, you are one filthy man… But we ain’t done. Take your pants off.”

He gave you a sly look, and you already tired cunt still fluttered at the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

“Eyes on me baby…”

His eyes got lost in yours, and your brow arched playfully at his look.

“You look high, Andy, have you been smoking?”

His laugh echoed in the room, and you shushed him, failing to repress your own giggles.

“Nah… I’ve been havin’ an unhealthy amount of pussy though… Does it count as a drug?”

You shrugged and bit your lip, deciding to play his little game:

“Depends… Do you think you’re addicted to it?”

“Oh... ‘, his gravely chuckle made your core pulse, ‘I definitely am…”

Your mouth parted automatically at his deep voice, and you were once again under the clouds of arousal and submission. If Andy had seen the way you switched so easily- and he surely saw it, he didn’t say anything and just took himself out of his boxer briefs. At the sight of his thick, flushed cock, you licked your lips, wanting to climb off his lap and suck him off. You stayed in your position though, and you just whined.

“Oh my god, babygirl, are you that needy? Wow…”

You pouted and tried to wrap a hand around his dick, but Andy grabbed your wrist and twisted it, pressing it behind your back. You winced, even if the pleasure went straight to your core.

“Hands to yourself, needy baby.”

With lust blown pupils, you watched him pump his cock with his fist, the fat tip already leaking. The sight made the bratiness come back, and you spat:

“You look like the needy one here, daddy.”

He snarled, still fucking his fist.

“Don’t. Cause if you do, I’m gonna have to punish you, and y’know what that’s gonna be? No cumming for you, you fuckin’ brat.”

As stern as he was, you couldn’t help but grin at him, proud of the reaction you got out of him.

“Now c’mon, sit on my dick.”

Now that you were content, you didn’t hesitate two seconds and lifted yourself up, using the strength in your thighs and knees to raise your soppy entrance over his cock. As you sunk down on it, both of you hissed until he bottomed out. Sweat gathered on your brow, and you stayed there, just basking in the feeling of his pulsing length in your tightness.

“S-see? This the only thing that’ll make you shut up… Hmm, f-fuckin’ brat…”

“Y, you love i-it though… Ah, fuck, daddy, youfeelsogood!”

You squeezed around him, and you loved the sound of him choking on his own spit. You looked at him, and a sudden urge to kiss him overcame your senses. With passion, you grabbed his cheeks and crashed your lips on his. Fuck, you loved him. Butterflies erupted in your belly, and you kept kissing him as your hips started moving on their own accord, circling around his pelvic area.

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing… always so tight… squeezin’ the shit outta me.”

Your moans were lewd and rung through the room. At this point, you didn’t care about who was listening, Andy’s cock was so good and hitting all the right spots. Your hands circled around his neck, and your face buried itself in it’s crook. Andy rubbed your back soothingly, shushing your needy whimpers.

“That’s it baby, ride that shit, make me cum”

You continued to undulate your hips, your thighs already burning up at the effort. Andy grabbed your ass, squeezing and slapping the globes with force, making you shriek and giggle. He pushed your body up, helping you grind on him, and you purred in his ear.

“Mhm, daddy, your cock is so big…”

His eyes rolled back at your sultry tone, and more blood rushed to his cock. His grunts went straight to your core, and he groaned everytime you squeezed around him, adding more tightness.

“Ah shit, love this fuckin’ pussy, never wanna let’chu go…”

The praise made you beam and blush, your skin feeling hot all over. Your nails dug into his upper back, and you heard him hiss. You knew he liked the pain, and the way he thrust up into you made you sure of it. When he did, you groaned at the way his cock went deep, almost hitting your cervix. Lifting yourself up, you looked at him from underneath your lashes. He looked flustered, and you loved it. His tie was undone, the first buttons of his dress shirt unfastened, letting his tattoo peak out. He was looking down at where you two were connected, and it should’ve made you flush. He was watching your pussy with absolutely no shame. And shit, if you didn’t want him to look.

He licked his thumb and parted your folds, revealing your puffy clit. His thumb rubbed on it with vigor, and you whined, a broken, pathetic whine.

“Such a pretty pussy, bubba… My pussy, isn’t it? It’s mine. Say it.”

You nodded, but you were too far gone to actually respond. The slap on your thigh was harsh, and your jaw went slack.

“You’re not fucking listening, too b-busy being a cock hungry slut? I asked you a qu-question, baby. Answer me.”

He was everywhere. His length was hitting deep in your walls, and you couldn’t help but gush around him, the sounds of skin slapping and fluids squelching causing his low growls. His big hands were squeezing your hips, rubbing your stretch marks. The rough material of his pants chafed against your thighs and sensitive clit. It was too much. Your head lolled back, and Andy swore under his breath.

“Fuck, don’t tap out baby, c’mere.”

He secured his hand on the back of your head and lower back, and he pushed you down on his chest, his deep moans reverberating in his chest. You felt him spread his legs, manspreading even more. His hips pushed up against yours, and he started doing all the work. He was fucking up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. Your small huffs were muffled in his shoulder blade, and the way his dick was hitting your g-spot with every thrust made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“D-daddy…”

“I know baby, I know, c’mon, cum for me, cum for daddy…”

Whimpering and sniffling, you felt the knot almost snap, and you grabbed his hand, pressing it to your neck. Even though Andy knew much about your sexual fantasies and desires, the way you initiated the choking made his eyes go wide and cock twitch. You felt it in your walls, and your head fell, your hair now sticking on your forehead.

“Yeah? You want me to choke you? Naughty… Tsk, feel my cock? Feel daddy’s cock deep in you? Feel how hard I am? I’m re-ready to burst, honey… Y-you do that t- shiiit, you do that t’me…”

You almost wailed, the sensations clouding your mind. He gave a few thrusts, fucking you up even more, and with a harsh bite in his shoulder blade, you came on his cock. He growled, his teeth gritting at the overwhelming tightness of your cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m gonna-”

He didn’t have the energy nor the willpower to finish his sentence as he came deep inside in your fluttering core with a deep grunt that vibrated throughout your body as well.

When he was done, you let out a breathy sigh, and huffed a laugh against his chest.

“Th-that was good, huh?”

Your voice was still shaky, and you nuzzled your face into Andy’s body as his hands drew soothing circles on your back.

“Hell yeah… every time you’re so fucking good…”

You two basked in a comfortable silence, but you had a question that was burning your tongue.

“Andy?...”

He hummed, acknowledging your words.

“What’chu doing for Christmas?”

He stiffened, and disappointment went through your whole body.

“I- I’m not here… Laurie wants us to go to her parents’ house… don’t know why though, she usually goes without me, but this year? I don’t know what that woman has in her head.”

You nodded, trying to hide your sadness. It didn’t surprise you, after all these years, he’d never spent Christmas with you.

•

As you opened the door of your apartment, you let yourself fall on the couch, sinking into it. You felt so stupid. You had ruined this perfect moment by asking a question you already knew the answer to. How the hell had you thought you were comfortable with being a mistress?

Your mother was a nurse and worked on Christmas Eve, your siblings were all over the country and you’d all come to the conclusion that it would be better to celebrate the new year together. Your friends were with their families, Christmas was in four days, and you didn’t have anyone to spend it with. Because let’s be real, your four plants were pretty, but not that talkative. They also couldn’t eat the roasted turkey you wanted to make. What a shame, your turkey was good.

That bottle of wine was calling you. And you needed a bath.

You busied yourself at work the next days, and the paperwork and emails were off your desk after the third day. The thoughts of being alone at Christmas were slowly creeping up your back though, and you tried to repress them, to no avail. Andy wasn’t even here to keep you company, he was away with a wife he didn’t like and a son he didn’t understand anymore. You knew your worth, but sometimes, you just craved his attention. Tsk, what a life you were living. Stuck between a shit marriage that would never end. You had to be realistic. Waking up the next day, you felt immensely relaxed. Was it the sweet liquor you’d drank the night before, or the sudden urge to cook, you didn’t know, but you felt amazing. Like you knew good things were coming your way. As you opened your blinds and curtains, you gasped at the small snowflakes falling over the city. Boston’s insane amount of snow never failed to amaze you, and the previous days had been filled with sluggish ice and melting snowmen. It was time for some fresh snow, at last… The view from your window was beautiful. The city under snow was gorgeous, and you quickly rushed to your balcony, just to be able to touch the white, chilly, cotton-like snow underneath your fingers. After a few minutes in pure cold, you shivered and went back inside. As the morning went by, you listened to the classic Christmas music, drank an unhealthy amount of coffeed hot cocoa, and then your mother called, instantly ruining the mood. She told you how much she regretted working on this day, and how she would’ve loved to have you and your siblings, and you hung up with a sour mood.

Not wanting it to beat up your day, you immediately started to prepare food, even if it was just for you. The turkey was marinating and your chocolate pie was in the oven when you heard a few knocks on the door. Andy’s signature knocks. Your heart dropped, but in a good way, and you rushed to it. Looking through the peephole, you let out a confused glance when you saw his face. What the....

“Andy?”

Oh, he looked funny. His dark hair was ruffled underneath a Santa's hat that had little stars that lit up, and his broad figure was hidden by the ugliest Christmas sweater you’d ever seen. He had a champagne bottle in his hand, bags and a box wrapped up in shiny wrapping paper in the other.

“Merry Christmas to you too! Can I come in? It’s freezing…”

You nodded, widening the door so he could fit and come in. His teeth clacked together as he put the bag and present on your countertop. The lawyer turned around and walked to you, who was still by the entrance. Grabbing your waist with his big hands, he pulled you in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You still had a confused face, and it made Andy chuckle, causing him to kiss the top of your furrowed brows.

“I know I shoulda called, but, I wanted to surprise you, help around the house… And I bought you a present…”

Your heart thumped almost comically, and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised giggle at him. Dork.

“... And I wanted to see you. I knew you were alone, and Laurie didn’t want me to come to her mother’s house at the end of the day… And I also have some good news…”

You smiled at him, burgundy lipstick making your lips look so kissable and Andy couldn't help but do it. You hummed as he backed you up against the countertop, his hands coming under your sweater. A small hiss came out of your mouth when his cold hands grasped your waist, and he was about to lift you on it when the oven beeped.

“Ah, shit, my pie…”

Your lover grumbled something under his breath, and as you took the pastry out, turning your upper body towards him, Andy’s stomach filled with nervous flutters at the domesticity of the scene.

“Don’t be mad, baby… We’ll have plenty of time for that later, but I need you to help me with the cooking, ‘kay? C’mere, put the turkey in the oven.”

Oh, the weather outside was frightful, and even though you didn’t have any fire the heat of the oven was so delightful… And why would you go somewhere when you were with the man you considered to be the love of your life?

This was probably one of the best Christmas ever spent. You two were walking around the kitchen, with ridiculous hats on, singing Mariah Carey songs, kissing each other's sugary lips… The happiness you felt was a new form, one that made you feel like you could actually have a real life with him, not a secretive one… One with a house, a dog, maybe a ring on your finger…

When lunch was finally ready, it was about two pm, and you were starving. You ate quickly, stuffing yourself and falling back on your chair with a groan.

“Damn… I’m never eating again…”

Andy started cleaning up, leaving your turkey pregnant self alone for a moment. You basked in the comfortable noise of him putting the dishes in the sink. You could get used to this. When he came back, he set the gift in front of you.

“Oh Andy… I didn’t get you anything…”

He shrugged.

“Pff, I don't care… You’re the one who deserves something…”

You grinned at him as you tore the wrapping, revealing a gorgeous orange box.

“Andy. You. Didn’t.”

The smile that adorned his face was beautiful, the little eye crinkles making him look even cuter.

“But I did, baby… C’mon, open it.”

The Hermes box felt smooth underneath your hands, and you took your time opening it, revealing the beautiful scarf you had been eyeing for months.

“Oh my god… Andy, you’re fucking crazy… Do you know how expensive these are!?”

You were trying hard to repress your excited squeal as you took the softest material out, feeling it caress your skin. Andy got up, walking behind you.

“Gimme, let me help you put it on… This color’s gonna look amazing with your complexion…”

As stupid as it sounded, you held your breath when he wrapped the scarf behind your neck. You could moan at the feeling of the silk around your throat.

“How does this feel?”

“Amazing…”

His hands rubbed your shoulders soothingly, and you threw your head back, watching him from upside down. He bent down and captured your lips with his, and both of you smiled into the kiss.

“Fuck… I love you…”

Andy’s voice was smooth, and your insides clenched. He grabbed your hand, lifting you up, and you made your way to the couch.

“So… For the big news… Sit down baby, you’re gonna be happy.”

You did as he said, but nervous jitters made your hands tremble. He grabbed them and kissed your palm.

“So… I didn’t tell you something… I didn’t take a vacation to take a vacation… Me and Laurie are finalizing the divorce.”

You tried not to smile, and you gave him a serious nod.

“Oh wow… I-I’m sorry Andy....”

You squeaked when he moved you on his lap, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“Don’t be… We’ve wanted this for a long time… I think we were cowards and didn’t want Jacob to be hurt, but he’s the one who told us a few months ago that it would be best for the family… The tension was unbearable… And also not being with you? Yeah, that was the last straw…”

You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, his tongue instantly entering your mouth. A few whimpers escaped both of you, and the way his lips pressed into yours, hard, making you feel his love for you, left you breathless.

“I want to be with you, baby… Forever. You’re the one I love… Since a long time… I’m so sorry I took so long to be exclusive, but now? No more secrets, no more hiding. Just us and our love. Publicly.”

“But what about th-“

“Shhh, love up on me, questions, after, ‘kay?”

You sealed the deal with a kiss, the soft peck becoming an intense, smily, make out session. Maybe Christmas “alone” wasn’t so bad after all.

Fin.

A/N: OOOKKK, thank u for reading! I hope this was good lol, and yes CHEEZY ending, whadda about it? Its the holidays, idgaf about angst. Reblogs and feedback are very appreciated🥺❤️

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hellas-himself · 4 years

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Crack Ship Holidays

Christmas Pt. 1 (i guess lol)

Okay. So I know we’ve had at least 3 holidays since the last time I posted this but whatever. have some hella late christmas nonsense. It’ll be feyre’s bday, christmas and then new years. Reyes, Valentine’s day and then Cassian’s birthday which I will always write to be in the summer will go together in one until Sarah gives us his actual birthday.

This ship is so stupid and I live for it. shout out to @bookloveaffair @crackedship for indulging me

I smile when I see Cassian step into the gym with Az and Elain. Iliana comes running over to me and I welcome her with open arms.

“I saw your painting out front,” Lia says with a smile. “I know your signature. It’s very pretty.”

“Thank you,” I say and let her go. I greet Elain and Az with hugs and kisses. “Thank you guys for being here… I haven’t done anything like this in a long time.”

Elain playfully hits my arm.

“As if I would miss your first art show in school?”

Cassian comes to stand beside me and slides and arm around my shoulder. He presses a kiss to my temple.

“Hey, handsome.”

“You did good, bunny,” he says as he looks around the gym. With the help of my students, we set the display tables in a way to allow everyone to walk freely as well as make room for Aelin’s stage. It’s nothing more than a raised platform in the center of the room that Evangeline and I helped to decorate. She’s already there, getting her students ready. The home ec teacher has a cookie and hot chocolate station in one corner and there are arts and crafts and other things some of the parents have organized together to keep the kids busy as the parents walked around.

“There is a little contest between each grade. It wasn’t my idea but the parents apparently do this every year. Each kid who entered the art show get something regardless but the winner of each grade gets some kind of prize.”

“I wish I had known,” Cassian says playfully. I pinch his side.

After encouraging the others to look around, I make the rounds, greeting my students and their families. I refuse to vote for the contest- it isn’t hard to sing praises of these kids and their work. Aelin has her kids playing Christmas carols with their instruments while the small chorus group sings.

Evangeline stands blushing beside her oil painting of snow-capped mountains. Rowan and Elide are taking pictures of her while Lysandra and Aedion look on proudly. I catch Lorcan casting his vote for her and when he sees me, he just shrugs.

I get asked about an after-school program, if I tutor, if I take commissions. It’s slightly overwhelming but I still accept the phone numbers and business cards from the parents. I don’t need him to turn around to know that Tamlin is standing with Briar at the snack table. She’s chatting with one of the aids, wearing a matching ugly sweater with him. I’m surprised that he would be here, that he would even leave his house like that. Maybe he is capable of giving a shit, but it doesn’t matter. I see Cassian talking to one of my kindergarteners, praising their artwork with the same enthusiasm that he praises mine.

“Hi, Miss A,” Tessa says and Cassian looks up from where he’s kneeling. He smiles at me in such a way that I wish I could just kiss him in front of everyone here. But Tessa’s mom brings me from my thoughts as she thanks me and now Cassian for encouraging Tessa who was ‘not herself’ after her father left. Cassian graciously distracts Tessa while her mother and I talk quietly.

The principal calls everyone to dance and I am surprised to see Aelin at the piano. Only her older kids are playing instruments now and when she starts to sing, I want to cry. I knew she played the piano and the guitar, I’ve watched a few videos of her with a cello but she had never told me that she could sing. Cassian and I dance, Azriel and Rowan taking turns dancing with me. Elain and I dance while Cassian brings Iliana to get hot chocolate and cookies.

“I can’t believe he’s here,” she mumbles. I shrug.

“As long as he doesn’t talk to me, I really don’t care what he’s doing.”

“If he even speaks one word…”

I kiss my sister on the cheek and she sighs.

“You’ve done so good,” she says and gives me a smile. “I’m really proud of you Feyre.”

I don’t know what to say and blush, making her laugh.

The principal announces the winners of the art show while Aelin plays songs from A Charlie Brown Christmas. Goodie bags are passed around by volunteers dressed like elves and until I see his eyes, I had no idea that Aedion had disappeared to change into a santa suit to hand out presents to the kids- definitely Aelin’s work.

As the families and children leave, the school staff stay behind to clean up and talk. The principal hands out the bonuses and I’m surprised to receive one. Aelin insists we all take pictures by the tree and I try not to laugh at the sight of my sister standing between Cassian and Tamlin who are waiting for Briar and I to finish with the staff picture. Rowan throws an arm around Cassian’s shoulder and the two whisper to one another. Az has Iliana on his back and once we’re done, I make my way to them. I kiss my sleepy niece goodbye before saying my goodbyes to the others.

“Are you okay, bunny?”

I look up from my laptop to find Cassian walking into the bedroom.

“Mhm.”

“Work?” He looks at my laptop and I shake my head.

“No, just saving the pictures Aelin sent me. They’re cute.”

He joins me in bed and I turn the screen so he can see.

“I love you in the dress.”

I blush as I roll my eyes.

“Thank you,” I say and close the laptop. “And thank you for being there.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

I set the laptop on the night table and he pulls me into his arms.

“I love you,” I say to him and he smiles. I know he worries about what seeing Tamlin might do to me, he doesn’t have to say it. “If someone would have told me last Christmas that I’d be here with you like this… I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“No?”

“I wasn’t exactly the picture of hope.”

Cassian chuckles and kisses me.

“No… You weren’t.”

“But you were. You were and I made it through all of that because of you.”

“Bunny… You made it through all of that because of you and the work you put in.”

“Which I wouldn’t have done if you didn’t make me feel alive…”

“So it wasn’t just the mind blowing sex that did that?” he says playfully but I can tell he’s surprised.

“No… You did that way before I looked at you and wanted to rock your world.”

He smiles and I kiss him.

“And when did that happen?” he asks.

“Way before New Year’s Eve.”

“Really?”

“We went dancing for my birthday, remember?”

“Yeah, you wore that little red dress-”

“You remember?” I ask suddenly.

He scoffs as if the answer was obvious.

“We danced all night and even before we got shit faced you were being way more flirtatious than usual.” I could vividly remember the slow and steady way he grew more comfortable letting his hands roam while we danced. Almost everything he said that night had a double meaning, and I had been all too happy to indulge his flirting and flirt right back. I had finally felt something other than emptiness.

“It couldn’t be helped,” he says and kisses me. “You were so happy and that dress was just… Do you still have it?”

I snort. “Maybe… Why? Want me to put it on?”

I love the way he blushes at my tone. I kiss him and run my fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Cassian.”

“I love you, too, bunny.”

My phone is ringing and I can’t find it as I search for it blindly. I have to open my eyes and sit up. I find it at the foot of the bed, under my pajamas. With a groan, I go to answer it. I am surprised to see Nesta’s name on the screen but then I remember what day it is. I put her on speaker as I get dressed.

“Feyre?”

“Nesta.”

“Happy birthday,” she says and I sigh.

“Thanks.”

“Did I wake you up?”

I almost say yes, but Cassian had woken up me before he went to work and left the house late thanks to his idea of ‘wishing me a happy birthday’. I snort and pretend to cough.

“No.”

Silence. I go to the bathroom to wash up and I can hear her walking around.

“Elain said she’s taking you to breakfast.”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Did she tell you I was coming?”

“She mentioned something like that.”

Nesta sighs. “Do you think I can pick you up?”

I want to tell her that I was driving myself to meet Elain and Iliana but I recognize the hesitance in her voice.

“I have to let Val out first though.”

“Great! That gives me time to finish up.”

An hour later, I am locking the front door of the house. Nesta is parked outside, nervously tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. When I make it halfway down the driveway, Nesta gets out of the car and opens the passenger side door. She’s dressed casually for once- blue jeans and boots instead of a dress suit and heels. Her hair is down, too, straight where mine is wavy.

“Happy birthday,” she says again and gives me a tentative hug.

“Thanks, Nes.”

“Coffee?” she asks and I nod.

She drives us to the nearest Starbucks and insists I find us a seat while she orders. I answer texts while I wait, most of them from Rhysand and Elain. Aelin and Rowan sent me a ridiculous snapchat video and Lucien wrote me a long, heart felt message on an Instagram post with a bunch of pictures of us throughout the last year- except of course, one of them is of us as kids. I always hated my birthday, my parents had never really given it much importance. It was so close to Christmas and I had to wait the extra week or so to get a present. Never a party. Never anything more than a forced ‘happy birthday’. But Adela and Vinny… Those two threw me a birthday party every year until we were old enough to host our own. I remember the first year when we all met, I had not mentioned my birthday out of habit but Rhysand had told his mother and on Christmas Eve, they picked me up and took me to their house to celebrate. I still had the doll they’d bought me, tucked safely in a box in the attic.

“I don’t know you to drink anything else but this,” Nesta says and I look away from the Adela’s text to find my sister setting an iced caramel coffee before me.

“Perfect.”

Even better, she brought me cake pops. Nesta doesn’t touch her latte and instead is watching me tear into the cake pops as if I hadn’t eaten breakfast.

“Elain told me that Tamlin was at your work event,” she begins. “Are you okay? Did he say anything to you?”

With food in my mouth, I just shake my head. She waits for me to finish, to drink from my coffee.

“He kept his distance.”

She sighs.

“I feel… I should have been there.”

“His girlfriend works there, Nesta. I can’t exactly tell him to leave without reason.”

“He hurt you, that’s reason enough.”

“It’s fine. Elain was with me and you know Az and Cassian would never let him near me.”

“I know but… If I hadn’t upset you, I would have been there and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. I had no right to speak to you that way. I didn’t give you a reason to feel comfortable telling me about Cassian or your job or anything.”

I feel my face getting warm and I take a long sip of my coffee.

“I know your birthday is terrible timing for this but I didn’t know when else you’d be okay with talking to me… I haven’t been the greatest sister. I’ve been… awful.”

“You don’t have to wait for birthdays or anything to talk to me,” I say, finding it really hard to meet her eyes. I’m used to angry, irritated Nesta. Not… this. “You know I can’t be mad at you forever.”

“And that’s the thing… You’re too forgiving Feyre.”

I laugh and roll my eyes.

“Only you would complain about that.”

“I’m not complaining… I just mean that I don’t want anyone taking advantage of that.”

“Cassian isn’t going to do that.”

“I know he isn’t.”

When I raise a brow, she sighs.

“Just because you’re another year older doesn’t mean you stop being my baby sister.”

“Even if I wanted you to kill him, you can’t go to prison, Nesta.”

She laughs. “Shut up, Feyre.”

“I think I understand,” I say which seems to surprise her. I push the other cake pop to her. “I know you have one in your bag, but have this one.”

“A peace offering?” she asks.

“More or less. But if you really want to make it up to me, buy me drinks at the club tonight.”

Nesta grimaces at this and I laugh.

“I’m kidding.”

“No, it’s not that. I can’t say anything,” she says and looks at her watch. “We should go. Elain is almost there.”

“We’re going where?” I ask, looking at my stupidly handsome boyfriend who I want to strangle. “I look like you just picked me up off the corner!”

Cassian laughs at this and when I smack his arm he laughs even more.

“You look beautiful. Though I have to admit, this is going to be torture for me.”

“Torture? You’re not the one who has to worry about their ass hanging out of their dress in front of their boyfriend’s parents!”

I’d found the dress I wore for my birthday last year. I put it on thinking we were going dancing, not having dinner with his family at some fancy ass restaurant.

“Bunny, it’ll be fine. I swear.”

I groan and Cas puts his hand over my thigh.

“We can turn around.”

“No… Just. I’ll survive.”

Everyone is dolled up when we arrive, even Nesta is there.

“Now I know why she wouldn’t buy me drinks,” I mutter and Cassian laughs.

He kisses my cheek before letting my hand go as our friends and family come to greet us. I don’t feel too bad about my dress once I see the way Elain and Mor are dressed- even Aelin in her gold romper covered in sequins. Adela and Vinny are just as affectionate as always and I have to laugh when she hands me my present before I even sit down. I sit between Cassian and Rhys- both men encouraging me to open the small box as if it were for them. Children, really.

The waiter takes our drink orders and only then do I open the present- It’s a necklace, much like the one Elain has, but instead of a blue stone, it’s red. Cassian happily puts it on me before I go and thank his parents.

Conversation is easy going and I’m surprised that Nesta has lasted this long around us. She seems… content. I eat just as much as Cassian does, and by the time my cake is carried to the table, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to eat that, too. It’s a gorgeous cake, designed to look like a mash up of Van Gogh, Dali and Degas. And the inside- it’s the mojadito cake that Adela always made for us.

I get more presents; books from Aelin and Rowan, a sketchbook with my favorite pencils from Elain and Az, a pair of heels from Mor. Iliana made me a birthday card and got me a mug that says ‘not paint water’. Then there is the set of crazy expensive markers from Rhys and Lucien and a black pajama set from Amren that I did not show everyone because once I saw the label, I knew just what kind of set it was. She gave me a devil’s smile. Cassian gets up from his chair and walks over to Adela who hands him a very large box from somewhere under the table.

“Happy birthday, bunny,” he says as he sits down with it. The table is cleared to make room for the damn thing and I stand up to unwrap it. And it’s a fucking tablet. For digital art.

“Cas…”

He shrugs as if this is no big deal. I throw my arms around him and cover his face in kisses which leaves him laughing. I smack his arm.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding! I’m already thinking of all the things I’m going to make with it.”

Cassian smiles and kisses me properly.

When I turn away from the newly lit candles, Cassian is standing at the entry way of the living room, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt. He has a knowing smirk on his face and I can’t help but smile.

“Music… candles… that dress. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it’s my birthday,” he says to me and I laugh.

“Well, this is my birthday and I want what I didn’t get last year.”

“And what is that?”

I walk towards him, having to look up now that I am without heels. I place my hands on his chest and undo some of the buttons of his shirt.

“I want to dance with my best friend,” I begin and run my hands down his chest and stomach before reaching for his hands. I place them on my waist.

“That’s all?” he whispers and I find myself blushing.

“No,” I reply and he raises a brow. “I don’t have to pretend I don’t feel anything for you. I get to show you just how much I want you.” I kiss him. “How much I love you.” I kiss him again.

#crack ship holidays #christmas pt 1 #the art show and feyre's bday #cassian x feyre #pure self indulgence #cuz literally no one asked for this #but i kinda want to finish it ?

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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A day at Disneyland; Chris Hemsworth x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello and good afternoon everybody! So this is a request that I have had done for the past couple of days but I’ve been on a deadline with another request that I’m trying to get done before their bday tomorrow (I’m about half way done with it) but this one is probably my first ever Hemsworth story I had ever done (So I’ve done half of the Chris quartet). Now my knowledge of Disneyland is minimal to none cause I’ve never been to Cally so the only Disney experience I’ve had is Disneyworld down in Florida, but I hope I still did some justice for this fic.

No warnings except PURE, UNADULTERATED, TEETH-ROTTING G RATED FLUFF!!!

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I was packing up the car getting ready to prepare for the 2 and a half hour drive to downtown LA so that the kids and I could go to Disneyland. My name is (y/n) (l/n) and I’ve been a single mom for three years. My ex-husband and I were having some problems, constantly fighting until finally one stupid mistake on his part landed him in the LA prison.

Furious and disappointed, I filed for divorce because I didn’t want his bad influence to affect our children and it was hard on us, especially my eldest son Dean. He and his daddy were close ever since he was born, but when I was forced to tell him that his daddy wasn’t ever gonna get out of prison, it was hard for him to cope.

It was tough raising not only 2 growing boys but a newborn baby girl at the same time. My little girl, Leia will never get to know her father because of his stupidity and I don’t want to expose her to him. At first I thought I’d never get to have the father figure my kids needed because it was just me and my sister and my mom who was helping me raise my kids, my dad sadly passed away due to a stroke shortly after my second son Henry was born.

That was until by sheer luck of fate as I was coming home from the store when I accidentally dropped all my well-paid food, that a handsome blonde stranger came into my life.

I had no idea at the time who he was until Dean (whose obsessed with all things superheroes both Marvel and DC) that when we saw the second Avengers movie Age of Ultron, it was shocked to see that it was him. Chris Hemsworth.

We kept in contact and whenever he wasn’t too busy, he’d come over for a visit and we’d have a couple of dinners. Soon couple dinners turned into months’ worth of dinners, then starting a relationship until just recently about a year ago he moved in with me and the kids. Right now he was busy filming “Avengers: End Game” down in his homeland of Australia.

One night as we were all facetiming with each other, Chris had given us a surprise. He said that he and the entire cast would be in Disneyland to help promote the film and not only that, he got all four of us tickets to go throughout the park and spend an entire day at Disneyland. The kids were so excited that they were finally gonna go to Disneyland, especially my little girl since she’s finally big enough to ride some of the rides.

Which leads us to here. As I was putting the bags into the car I said.

“Dean, don’t forget to bring your chargers okay?”

“Yeah mom.”

“Leia, do you got your Simba plushie with you?”

“Right here mommy.” She exclaimed as she held out her stuffed Simba plushie that Chris had given her last Christmas.

“Henry you’ve got your lightsaber right?”

“Yeah, do you think I could really fly the Millennium Falcon?” he asked me.

“We’ll see. Okay Got the bags, toys, gaming consuls, DVD is all set up. Everyone got everything?” My kids all cheered out in choir unison. “So whose ready to go to Disneyland?” they all cheered and raised their hands and I continued, “Alright. Tickets are in my purse and off we go!” I started the car and started up the installed DVD player which played Leia’s and Henry’s favorite movie “Hercules”.

Thankfully with the help of a movie and Dean busy playing on his Nintendo, there wasn’t much complaining from the kids (which was perfect for me). Finally after the long drive, we finally reached the archway of the entrance into Disneyland.

“We’re here! We’re here! Look over there I can see Woody!” All my kids were in pure awe as we drove under the archway, I could just feel from the front seat the energy these kids were about to unleash. I was now waiting in line to pay for parking and when I had gotten up I greeted the worker and handed her my license and money.

But when she saw my picture she handed me not only my license but the cash back as well and she told me.

“No payment necessary ma’am, we’ve actually been told of a special reserve spot for you to go to.” At first I was confused but then it dawned on me.

“That Aussie I tell you what.”

“One of our workers will escort you to your special reserved spot.” It was then another worker came up and he asked if he could hop into the car so he could be my navigator. I allowed him in the passenger seat and he told me exactly where to go.

We drove around for about 5 minutes till we reached the reserved front corner entrance where standing there with sunglasses on was Chris. He grinned and waved to us and the kids waved back to him. I parked in the parking spot and as soon as I turned off the engine, all the kids raced out and glomped him.

“There are my favorite three little munchkins!” Chris proclaimed as he wrapped his arms around all three of my kids at the same time and even lifted them up and spun them around, making them laugh and cheer.

“And what about me? Am I just the cabbie driver? Or just some old maid here to serve your favorite three munchkins?” I teased. Chris set my kids down and he said.

“On the contrary, you my lady are the beautiful good witch who protects and nurtures them. A witch that has put even a god like me under her spell.” He wrapped his arms around me, swaying me gently from side to side grinning down at me. I grinned up at his sweet talk before our lips joined together only to be disrupted when a choir of voices cried out.

“EWWW!!!!” We separated to see all three of my kids with a look of disgust on their faces.

“Ahh no it’s not gross. Be patient soon enough all of you will be doing this.” Said Chris.

“Over my dead body.” I mocked. “I want my babies to stay this young forever! Especially my little man.” I said as I walked up to my kids before hugging my eldest son close. I swarmed his face with kisses and ruffled his ‘lion mane’ like hair that he inherited from his father.

“Mom! Mom, you’re messing with my mane!” Dean cried out as he tried to get out of my embrace. When I finally released him he backed away and tried to readjust his hair to that sweep-over hair that looked like it belonged back in the 1980’s.

“I need to plan an appointment to get your haircut mister.”

“No!” he then raced over to Chris and hid behind him.

“No worries mate, I won’t let any barber cut this hair of yours.” Chris said as he stroked my son’s hair.

“Coming from the very man whose worn the same long blonde wig for years.”

“Hey the last few movies I didn’t have to wear one. But this meeting isn’t about haircuts, now whose ready for a full fun day at Disneyland?!” The kids all raised their hands crying out ‘me! Me! Me! Me!’ “Awesome, already got our tickets, so let’s go out there and have a full day of family fun!” We all cheered before racing onward into the park.

There were so many rides that it was almost impossible to pick just one. However my daughter who has always favored the merry-go-round no matter whether it was a state fair, amusement park or whatever, anytime she saw a Merry go round she wanted to go on it.

So as a nice little warmup, we all got in line for the merry-go-round. We waited for I don’t know 5-10minutes in line before they let the next several people to go aboard. My sons went straight for the two twin black horses while my baby girl went for a white stallion with a pink saddle on it. As I was about to get on my horse, Chris came up and he said.

“Allow me my lady.”

“Why thank you good sir knight.” I mocked in probably the worst British accent I could muster. I felt his hands go to my waist and he gently hoisted me up and I ended up rising side-saddle but then what I didn’t expect was for Chris to get right behind me. “Uhh Chris, I don’t think we’re allowed to do this.”

“Relax love, it’ll be okay.” He assured me. The bell soon sounded off and soon an accordion version of ‘A dream is a wish’ started plaything through the speakers and the ride began.

All around us, kids were cheering and waving to their parents who were standing along the railings watching their kids ride all by themselves, young couples riding side by side holding hands or riding in the sleighs nonchalantly kissing each other.

I felt Chris take my hands in his and I felt his head gently lean against mine and a kiss at my temple. I smiled and nuzzled against him as the ride continued to go on.

After the ride we continued to walk around the park riding more rides like the Mad Hatter’s teacup ride, and Toy Story Mania that was until we finally reached the famous Splash Mountain.

“Ohh mom look! Splash Mountain!” Henry proclaimed as he was now riding on top of Chris’ shoulders.

“I see it Henry.”

“Can we go on that next, please?”

“I guess we can, but I’m not sure if everyone’s tall enough to ride it.” I teased as I looked down at my daughter who was holding my hand.

“Yes I am mama! We measured me last month! I’m big enough.” She said as she pulled on my hand.

“Ohh that’s right, well let’s get a second opinion from the official park height measurements.” We all headed over to the line entrance of Splash Mountain and Leia immediately went up to the height chart. “Okay, now stand still baby girl.” She hummed happily as she could barely contain her excitement. “No cheating now.” I told her in my mom voice and that made her stand still.

In the end, she was eligible to ride Splash Mountain.

“Okay, everyone stick together now.” Leia cheered happily and her brothers high-fived or fist-bumped her and even Chris did a double fist bump with her as he cheered and picked her up.

“Alright that’s my girl! I told you were growing like a weed!”

“Okay everyone let’s get into the line before it gets too long.” We all got in line and we waited. After what felt like forever and the kids complaining about when the line would move faster, hanging off both mine and Chris’ hands and arms, we finally got closer to the ride. Since there were five of us we decided to divide up the group, I took Henry and Leia while Chris and Dean rode together, being the big boys that they were.

I got in the log first with the help of the ride attendant and I told Leia to get in first so that way she would be in the middle and Henry could ride up front. Once we were buckled in and the guy gave us the all clear and the worker at the controls gave a thumbs up and soon we were off.

We went along the trail before going up the first hill. Hearing the ticking of the controls as it took us up higher and higher before finally dropping us downward on the small uphill. We were all cheering and laughing as we allowed the current to push us faster than we did when we first went out.

We were now shrouded in darkness as we were now inside the mountain before we would go off the big hill that would take our picture.

“Is this the big drop yet?” asked Leia.

“Yeah Leia, and watch this, this time I’m gonna have both my hands up in the air!” proclaimed Henry.

“Just make sure you don’t unbuckle yourself Henry.” We soon saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I said as I hugged my daughter’s waist. “Here we go.” As soon as we went off the drop-off we all screamed before finally splashing down at the bottom, getting soaked with water. Both my kids were laughing and clapping. “So Leia, was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was better mama! We went up and up and up till we went SHOOSH!!” I smiled down at her and I saw Henry was about to get out as soon as we saw the exit point.

“Hold on Henry, wait till we come to a complete stop.” Another worker soon placed their foot on our log and she said.

“Please watch your step as you exit the log, and we hope you have a good rest of your day at Disneyland. And don’t forget about our fireworks show tonight at 8pm in front of Cinderella’s castle.” She helped my kids out and I got out on my own with a bit of help from her. As we collected our stuff, we waited at the bottom of the exit point for Chris and Dean.

A few minutes later we saw them coming down (well Dean was more like racing down while Chris was the one walking).

“Did you boys have fun?”

“You bet we did, and how about you Princess? Was it exciting?” Chris asked as he scooped up my daughter and she laughed giddily.

“It was soo much fun, can we go on it again?”

“Maybe later, for now let’s go see our pictures.” He answered. We walked further down the trail till we reached the giftshop and went up to the picture booth and waited and that’s when I pointed out for Henry and Leia.

“Look there we are.” All three of our faces filled with screams or joy. Henry as promised had both of his hands in the air and his eyes were wide. Meanwhile I turned and saw Chris and Dean’s pictures. Chris had covered Dean’s eyes with his hands while his blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his sockets, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shall we get a copy?” he asked.

“I don’t know…..”

“C’mon this is my treat.”

“Baby I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of your well-earned—”

“You’re not. This is me treating my lovely girl and her children on a day of fun.” He pecked my cheek before turning to the kids giving them the signal to back him up.

“Please mama, please!” They all ganged up against me giving me the puppy dog eyes, Chris included as he had all my kids in his arms looking right up at me.

“Ohh…..alright.” The kids cheered and then turned to Chris telling him what they wanted. In the end Dean got a keychain, Henry got a small picture frame and Leia got a small locket, and Chris got him and I a copy of a picture frame of our picture.

After a few more rides, we all began to get hungry so we found ourselves a nice little food court restaurant called “Mickey’s Italian shop”. As we ordered out food, like you would see on Youtube of the characters coming up to the guests just to hang out with the customers.

So we ended up having Mickey and Pluto coming over to our table. Pluto being my daughter’s favorite Disney dog was thrilled and gave him a big hug and of course Pluto hugged her back before using that tongue that always hangs out to give her a ‘doggy kiss’. It was so adorable that I just had to get a picture of them together, I also got some pictures of my boys with Mickey and Chris took one with me, Pluto and Mickey.

The day continued to press on and soon it was nightfall and everyone gathered at Cinderella’s castle to grab the best spot for the fireworks show that was about to happen in the next 7 minutes. Even with the crowd of people that were already sitting down, we still managed to get good enough seats to still see the castle’s full stature.

After waiting a few more minutes the lights went off and we all cheered as the castle first lite up a lightshow for us. Showing images and clips from various Disney films as ‘Circle of Life’ blared from the speakers. Chris and I looked at each other before leaning against one another watching the light show and seeing the kids stare in awe. Then the big event happened.

A giant red firework shot up and exploded into the sky. Everyone oohed and ahhed as more fireworks began to fly into the sky before exploding into various colors and sizes.

“Did you have a good time love?”

“This was the most wonderful time I’ve ever had at Disneyland. Even when I was a kid, it didn’t compare to this.”

“I think this might get a little more interesting.” He said. I was about to ask him what he meant by it but he pressed a finger to my lips and turned my chin back toward the sky. We continued to watch the fireworks but then something happened I had never seen happen at a Disney firework show.

One firework that went off created an image of Mjolnir, Thor’s famed hammer before three fireworks fired off immediately spelling out.

“YOU AR WORTHY TO ME.” My jaw slowly dropped and I felt my heart stop. Soon another phrase spelled across the sky, “WILL YOU LET ME BE WORTHY OF YOU?” I turned to Chris who now stood on one knee holding out a small ring. A spotlight came down onto us and I could hear everyone gasp and cry out around us.

“(Y/n), these past few years have been the best years of my life. I didn’t think I would be happy, until you came into my life. Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?” he opened the box revealing the ring sparkling under the spotlight’s bright light. I was in tears as I was covering my face with my hands.

Everyone around me, including my kids telling me to say yes. I nodded rapidly and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster while all around us, everyone was applauding and my kids cam around us and hugged us.

“Ladies and gentlemen we’d like to have the honor of introducing Thor himself, Chris Hemsworth and his new fiancée!” I cupped his cheeks and he kissed my forehead, down my cheek before reclaiming my lips with his.

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izanyas · 4 years

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This Has Bite

Bday/secret santa gift for my dearest Isaac... I have not read or watched Golden Kamuy at all please don’t take this as a serious fic the goal was to write a story strictly based on what I’ve glimpsed of the GK characters thru Isaac’s tweets

Rating: T Warnings: uhh lots of implied stuff Words: 2,900

This Has Bite

His mother used to have a name for it. For It. 'The Issue with Hyakunosuke,' she called it, when reports would come out of his primary school of him doing all that was asked except what was asked. She was not one to shake or scream, not for such base violence as to hit him either, but she would pinch her lips and suck in her cheek and talk of The Issue with Hyakunosuke.

It made her look like a ghast, Ogata thought then, seven years old and as dead-eyed as she was. He had even then grown to be more like his father than her: thick-set and thick-fingered, whereas she always seemed a gasp away from flying, so thin she was. So when she pinched her lips and sucked in her cheeks, her face became all long and noodle-like. It seemed to lengthen two inches all of a sudden.

The dead-eyes did not change, however.

The Issue with Hyakunosuke was not that he was a shut-in gamer like so many of his peers, or that he ate too much and became overweight, oh no. She could have fixed both easily enough. The Issue with Hyakunosuke was that he only ever did what he wanted to do.

For Ogata's mother, who had never done anything she ever wanted and always resented everyone who did, this was a worse crime than having an obese, gaming son.

Kiroranke opened the lavish door to his lavish house, blinked open his wet-bright eyes and shook his head, making his lavish hair bounce as if he were forever stuck in a shampoo commercial.

"Honey," he called over his shoulder to absolutely no one, ever-single bastard that he was, "I fear I've become senile."

"Spare me," said Ogata evenly.

"No, truly, I am seeing things."

Ogata shoved the flowers into his face. The one florist of the village, who had reacted about the same as Kiroranke upon seeing him enter her shop earlier, had wrapped the chrysanthemums in lovely pale-blue paper. Her hands had worked with the strength of habit alone, so busy was she oggling him and asking The Good Doctor invasive questions in a nasally voice. The paper was fine and easily-torn, and so it tore around the peak of Kiroranke's nose and dented everywhere.

"I feel the need to inform you that this party is not, in fact, a funeral," Kiroranke said after plucking leaves and white petals out of his hair. He made a grand gesture with his hand; Ogata entered the house, looking resolutely to his feet in boredom, and ignored him. "It's Christmas."

"It's the seventeeth of January."

"It's Christmas and the New Year all wrapped in one. Doing things on time is so passé."

"How fashionable of me to arrive now, then," Ogata muttered as he took off his shoes, put on the, once again, lavish slippers let to the guests, and kicked Kiroranke's golden boots askew for good measure.

He hated this house. He hated Kiroranke. He didn't even celebrate Christmas, never did, not with his mother so noodle-like at the mere thought of embracing western idiocies.

"Oh my," Kiroranke said in that stupid, girlish tone of voice Ogata hated more than anything. He leered at Ogata's suit heavily. He even pursed his lips and rolled a strand of carefully iron-curled hair around his little finger. "You dressed for the occasion. One has to wonder what could possibly bring you out of seclusion, good Doctor."

He smiled; his horrible, crooked teeth shone in the golden light of the hallway. Ogata ignored him and made his way through the unfortunately familiar path leading to the living-room.

Kiroranke's house was an aberration of modern, traditional, western and Japanese. All guests had to leave their shoes at the door, but then wore handmade fur slippers Ogata was pretty certain Kiroranke sewed by himself. Golden and muted light shone out of contemporary lamps lined all along the walls in smooth and twisted shapes, and stuffed animal heads were hung on walls alongside preserved fish bones. The man himself could not seem to pick just the one fashion style either: he now wore an exquisite women's yukata, in tones of white and pale pink and sewn with delicate flowers, which he would probably pair with those horrid boots in the entrance whenever he decided to take the party outside.

Thankfully, Ogata would be long gone by then. Half an hour was all he would allow this farce to last.

As expected, the living-room was as crowded as any place of this godforsaken town could ever hope to be. Kiroranke had even graced his hosts with more room, if that was possible, considering how vast the estate he lived in was: he had pulled back his bookcases and vanished the expensive TV, moved away the low tables, cleared the carpets from the floor. Still Ogata felt a migraine coming just seeing so many people in the same space, half the village it seemed, along with all their children. The mayor was here talking to Shiraishi; the one school teacher he knew to have a bad case of sugar addiction was sitting in corner, nursing a crystal flute full of sparkling something; and, of course, the new owner of the long-abandoned dojo was making her voice clear and loud.

Ogata ignored Kiroranke's meek laughter. He ignored as well the progeny of all these people, running around his knees and everyone else's in a merry game of tag—of course they just had come with their children and allow them to riot. Everyone wanted a piece of Kiroranke's wealth, and he was always so kind as to gift his guests with tasteful attentions. Especially children. There would be a Christmas tree somewhere with twenty presents at its feet.

One of the children in question was rougher and taller than the rest, and louder too. She screamed and howled as a boy half her size grabbed her elbow and made her it in turn. At least whoever owned the little monster had known better than to dress her in a yukata, for her pants, rolled up to the knees, were already stained with grease and other things.

As Ogata watched, the girl, if she could be called such, howled in a frightening imitation of an actual wolf and tackled another boy to the floor. "Not fair, Asirpa!" the boy gasped, but she was off him already and running away in glee. Her black hair stood on every end.

"You'll need to sanitize your house after you're done," Ogata advised Kiroranke.

"I always knew you had a sweet spot for kids," Kiroranke replied inexplicably. "Come, have some sake. I've got just the thing for you, dear."

He would pay for the endearment, Ogata mused, on his next bimonthly scaling. Not that Kiroranke would even notice a few thousand yens of difference in price.

He had better things to think of anyway as he followed Kiroranke to the long and narrow table shoved against a corner of the room where usually a full-sized bear stood. One of my earlier kills, Kiroranke had said the very first time Ogata had come here, and to this day Ogata knew not if he had been joking. He looked around the room again, navigating between throes of guests dressed in their Sunday best for the occasion to stand amidst luxury, and all the sounds of their voices were like insect buzzing near him.

All but one.

She was talking to Shiraishi now, and holding the wolf-girl by the ear—she must be hers. It made sense. Ogata's mother always said bad blood willed out, and that Ogata himself was the portrait of his grandmother—her own mother, whom she hated more than anything else, and she hated a lot.

If he had been a woman and more alike to her in appearance, his own face would be thin and long now, just looking at this stranger.

She was smiling, her lips closed, those ugly scars on her face stretched and twisting every way. Her eyes were bright under the chandelier, and poor Shiraishi looked buzzed already with whatever deep-dark drink was in his glass and smothered by her very presence. He smiled stupidly at her. No doubt his teeth would be yellow again on his next appointment. As Ogata watched, the woman gathered the wolf-girl against her side with easy strength, and her shirtsleeves bulged over tan and veiny forearms.

"You'll want to greet everyone, of course," Kiroranke was saying now, annoyingly, for his loud voice covered any hint of what the woman was saying to the girl. They were on the wrong side of the room as well: the woman was near the hearth where a joyful fire burned, warming up the air almost as much as bodily heat did, whereas the table with the drinks was all the way across. Kiroranke unsealed one of the three bottles of sake warming over a little stove, and poured some into a tumbler for Ogata. "So long since we've seen you out of exile, my friend," he said as he handed it to Ogata, "you really must start going out more. So much you are missing!"

"There's nothing to do here I haven't done a thousand times before," Ogata replied. "This place is all of ten streets wide."

"Nonsense. Why, just this week, I've had such delightful outings with four different families. Did you know Ogoro's daughter is single again? I hear she threw her boyfriend out for cheating on her with little Misaki. Little Misaki! Can you imagine? I still remember when she only reached my knee."

Not for the first time, Ogata congratulated himself for studying dentistry. He was spared almost all village gossip by his patients being unable to speak while he saw to them.

Kiroranke's speech kept flowing enthusiastically, as he recounted to Ogata how this or that family was faring, or which son or daughter had moved the city this year and left their ancestral land behind. He shook his head, desolate to mention it, making his curled hair shake about his face and catch the light goldly and remind Ogata, not for the first time, of the brief two months he had spent near-obssessively watching it move after first meeting Kiroranke.

Truly not one of his most brilliant obsessions. He had felt something like relief back then, when Kiroranke didn't seem hung up on him. He had not anticipated that instead of taking the role of spurned lover, Kiroranke would fashion himself his friend.

Ogata drank his sake and did not listen to Kiroranke's blabber and watched the stranger in the room whom everyone else was also looking at.

The wolf-girl, Asirpa, had escaped her. She was running again with the boys and girls of other families, who seemed to want to call them back but were afraid of looking rude—or perhaps simply afraid of the woman herself. She did teach at the dojo, and rumor had it she had been a boxing champion in the past. Her face, with those ugly scars, was not so reassuring either, no matter how loudly she laughed.

"I see, I see," said Kiroranke all of a sudden.

Only then did Ogata realize that he had been silent at all. He tore his eyes away from the woman to look at him instead. "What?" he asked plainly.

"You are curious about our newcomer as well." Kiroranke shook his head of glorious hair purposefully, powerfully. "Ah, I knew she would catch your attention. Let me introduce you, my friend."

"Let's not."

But there was no use in saying anything, and anyway, this suited Ogata well enough. "Sugimoto-san!" Kiroranke called. The woman with her scars and bulging forearms and mannish haircut turned to him immediately with a smile. "Come here, there is someone you need to meet."

As she approached, wading through the dozens of people somehow packed within Kiroranke's living-room, kitchen, and garden, Ogata felt rather like a cat staring an unknown creature down with all of its hair erect. Her outfit was exactly the same as it was the last time he saw her. All the beautifying she must have done for the party was to slick her short hair back and put on some simple jewelry—and even that was less delicate than blocky, consisting of a thick bracelet around her wrist and plain gold rings on her fingers. Her nails were short, unpolished.

Still she emitted more presence, in her very boring jeans and shirt, than any woman around wearing their mothers' best.

"Come closer, dear," said Kiroranke to her, and unlike Ogata before her, the woman did not at all frown to be addressed in such a way. "Come meet our good doctor."

The woman looked at Ogata. Her eyebrows flew up in surprise, then her lips twisted sideways. The scars running through her cheeks shifted and curled.

"I know you," she said in the very same brash voice she had used when they first talked; "You're that dentist I saw!"

"You've already been to his office?" Kiroranke asked gleefully.

"Yeah. I take dental hygiene very seriously. Bringing Asirpa next week too, that girl eats and acts like a bear and isn't so keen on washing herself up afterward."

She spoke of her own kid so without shame. The other women in the village would rather bite into lemon than imply their daughters be less than perfectly marriageable, and Ogata's mother would have bitten into five lemons in a row rather than admit to anyone but Ogata himself just how unbearable she found his presence, but this woman, this Sugimoto, only grinned.

Her teeth, fake and real alike, were absolutely spotless.

"Good to see ya again, doctor," she said, holding up her hand rather than bowing. "It's nice to have a dentist so close by. Didn't expect to find one unless I went to the nearest city."

Ogata shook her hand. Her grip was firm, her palm callused, and strength ran down the length of her fingers as if to close them around his warranted force of the shoulder.

"Ogata has been with us for, oh, ten years now," said Kiroranke, grabbing their linked hands in his against all propriety and squeezing them tightly. He looked as merry as a grandmother sealing a well-made arrangement. "To think he'd stay so long, and still refuse to have a social life at all."

"Why'd you settle here, doctor?" Sugimoto asked him.

She didn't seem to mind at all that their hands were still held within Kiroranke's wide grip.

Ogata found his voice again. "I love the locals," he replied.

Kiroranke laughed himself into tears.

He unhanded them as he did, and Ogata let go of the woman's hand as soon as she showed sign of taking it back. He watched her grin at him; watched the two rows of white teeth in her wide mouth glint, perfectly aligned.

The Issue with Hyakunosuke was not something he had to deal with again since childhood. After his mother died, long after his father left them, this obsessive nature of his faded and became but a memory, only occasionally stroked to wakefulness again. He had felt something of the kind when meeting Kiroranke a decade ago, but even this had vanished after the one time they slept together and Ogata got his fill of touching that infuriatingly lustrous hair.

Since then, only glimpses had shown themselves. The sight of the mountain on spring mornings, when the day rose early enough that he could watch the sunrise as he walked to the office. The taste of the warm sake brewed in the nearby tavern in winter. A few old black-and-white movies he sometimes replayed on his fairly unused Blu-Ray set.

Then the woman had come to his office a week ago, unknown to him and to the lone elderly man already waiting there, wrapped up in too few layers for so cold a season in Hokkaido. She had lain on the chair in silence, let him clean and examine her dentition. He had found the places where her gums had scarred, the difference in light and color—such a faint difference—between real and fake teeth. Whoever had fixed her up had done so nearly artfully.

"Thank you, doctor," were all the words she said to him as she paid him.

"Don't lose any more teeth," Ogata had replied.

The woman had stilled. She had stared and frowned at him. And then she had grinned, much like she was grinning now, and picked up her coat and scarf with those wiry hands of hers.

Even now, as she talked enthusiastically to Kiroranke without looking much at him, Ogata could see people sneaking glances at her and whispering amongst themselves. He had done something like research on her himself—gone to the tavern two days ago and allowed the two old woodcutters who always drank there at night to speak over him, sharing loud rumors of her being a criminal or a hooligan, come from Tokyo or another such nonsensical place. They were 'fraid of leaving their wives alone at home, now. They said she worked at the dojo, looking to teach kids from the school to box, not at all ladylike.

Sugimoto's eyes sometimes strayed from Kiroranke to look around. They settled on her kid, the wolf-girl, on the garish décor of the villa. They ignored the glares and whispers as if those could only knock off of her like arrowheads on steel armor.

Ogata drank his sake silently, stared with dead eyes at the old women in the back until they bowed with shame and their voices lowered.

He thought that if his mother could see him now, her face would thin down and length infinitely.

His smile was ugly, he knew; which was why he did not smile at all whenever Sugimoto looked at him.

#golden kamuy #fic: this has bite #featured

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collecting-stories · 5 years

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Weddings - Remus Lupin

Hi welcome back! I wanted to ask for a request since you are starting on December 14th and it's my bday that day so I'm like destiny😇 but my idea is for a wedding with reader and lupin on Christmas eve. During the day they are celebrating Christmas with their friends playing games eat food and wearing pjs and in the evening they get married in the snow? IDK if you like the idea but hope you can do something with it. thank you💕 - @girllostinthewoods

Wedding - Remus Lupin

It had been early that morning, while both of you were still in bed, that Remus had proposed. He knew you had strict rules against proposals happening on holidays and since it was technically, as he pointed out more than once in his speech, the day before Christmas, it was not a holiday and there was no reason for you to say no. That last bit he was absolutely correct about. There was no plausible reason in the world for you to deny such a request, not when you had been anxiously hoping for a proposal all along.

Remus had been planning for the proposal as long as you’d been waiting for it. He wanted it done the way he knew would mean the most to you and make you feel the most comfortable. The wedding, well, the wedding was a bit of a different story. The idea had sprung into your head as you laid there, staring at the ring Remus had picked out for you.

“I don’t want to wait to get married.” It was less of an idea and more of a thought. A problem that arose without warning. You couldn’t imagine going a whole year or two more, traversing through wedding plans and whether to include the muggle side of your family or just have a whole second wedding for their benefit.

“Well we could go to the ministry to see about a license on the 27th.” Remus offered, figuring that by then the idea of a white dress and dancing would pull you back in and you’d be postponing any irrational thought until well passed the new year.

“I don’t even want to wait that long.” You admitted. “Do you?”

“I want to be married as soon as fate allows us to be darling.” He replied.

“Good.” You kissed him briefly before getting out of bed.

“Good? What do you mean by that?” Remus asked, watching you move around the room as you got ready for the day. Once you were dressed there were presents to wrap, food to make, and decorations to finish before everyone arrived for the Christmas party you and Remus had agreed to hosting this year.

“I mean good.” You said, pausing to give him another kiss, “let’s get married tonight then.”

“Tonight?”

“At the party. Let’s get married at the party with all our friends.”

“Alright.”

The party was in full swing as you snuck into the hallway to collect your thoughts. Dinner had just finished and you had decided that this lull between dinner and dessert was the perfect time to go ahead with everything. You’d been keeping everyone out of the library were you’d set up every spare chair and couch you could find in the old house. A library on Christmas Eve was arguably the best place you could have hoped to be married, short notice or years of planning. It felt so much like you and Remus that you had to wonder if everything wasn’t working out exactly as it was supposed to.

“Are you sure about this?” Remus asked, coming into the hallway. He appeared anxious, which wasn’t entirely unusual when he was in high stress situations.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, “are you?” Suddenly the thought that your rushing head first into a makeshift wedding was not what he had in mind when he proposed this morning made its way into your brain.

“Of course.” Remus replied, his thumb gently rubbing the crook of your elbow. Easing your tensions. “You just seem...frazzled.”

“I’m just excited. But there’s nothing I want more than this. We’re with the people we love most and it’s Christmas eve, which is practically our anniversary.” You point out, smiling as Remus laughed.

“You rejecting that Slytherin 7th year and then asking me to Hogsmeade hardly counts as the beginning of our relationship.”

“Well I haven’t thought of anyone else since then Mr. Lupin, so you’re wrong.” You replied. “Now get out there...we have an announcement to make.”

Remus’ hand dropped to take yours, leading you back into the kitchen where your friends were gathered around, laughing and chatting with each other. The only one who knew what was going to happen tonight, besides you and Remus, was Frank Longbottom. As a ministry official he would be able to marry you and so you had owled him this morning about the plan, swearing him to secrecy until the perfect moment.

Now here it was, with Remus’ hand squeezing yours as you called for your friends’ attention. “We wanted to thank all of you for coming to celebrate the holiday with us...and we wanted to say that we have a bit of a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” Sirius asked, glancing around the room as if the surprise would jump out at him.

“Remus and I are getting married.” You replied, and before anyone could respond you clarified. “Tonight.”

“Tonight tonight?” Lily asked, “as in right now?”

“Yeah, right now. Frank has agreed to marry us.”

“I didn’t even know you were engaged.” She laughed, leaning back into James.

“Well, it just happened this morning.” Remus replied.

“If you’ll join us in the library.” You requested, leading the way into the hall. Behind you there was a scraping of chairs against the wooden floor as guests got up to follow you and Remus into the library.

There was a brief debate over whether you and he should go ahead and start the ceremony or whether you should walk down the aisle. After finally agreeing to Lily’s insistence that you do walk down the aisle you let Sirius give you away and James placed himself beside Remus, unofficial best man.

“You would be best man at my wedding.” James had stated.

“Hey!” There was a brief protest by Sirius that threatened to side track the whole impromptu wedding. You weren’t having any of that. What you’d said to Remus early had been true, any amount of waiting to be married of him was too much and right now you were filled with nervous anxiety, desperately hoping to be married already.

“Boys! Can we please stay focused.” You demanded.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius led you down the aisle to whatever song had been scrounged up to play on the record machine. It was something soft, probably some muggle jazz that Remus liked to read to. The walk down the makeshift aisle was short but you kept your eyes on your future husband the entire time, unable to contain your smile.

At the end of the aisle you took his hands in yours, standing so you were facing each other as Frank performed the ceremony. It felt like it went quicker than you expected, the end creeping up on you as Remus pulled you into a kiss. He had pointed out earlier in the morning that all you had was an engagement ring and you’d promised that after the holiday you’d buy wedding rings. You’d have to explain to your mother and father tomorrow why you’d gotten married without them present anyway. As you pulled away from Remus you faintly heard Frank’s proclamation that you were officially married. Your eye had caught the window over Remus’ shoulder.

“It’s snowing.” You mumbled.

“What?” Remus turned to look at the window. The snow illuminating the night and making it look midday outside. “So it is.” He smiled before grabbing you and hoisting you up.

“Remus!” You laughed, “put me down!”

“We’re going to celebrate with a snowball fight!” He laughed, “don’t you know, it’s not a proper marriage unless I beat my newlywed in a good old-fashioned snowball fight.”

“I think you’re making that up!” You laughed.

“I would never lie to you.” He replied, placing your feet back on the ground and grabbing a handful of snow, throwing it at you.

Your friends dashed out of the house after you, snow flying as they started up throwing snowballs at each other. You managed a couple Remus’ way, hitting him in the back once. While you were busy attacking James and Sirius he came up behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him, kissing your cheek.

“Merry Christmas darling.”

“Merry Christmas Remus.” You replied, tilting your head back so that you could kiss your new husband.

Happy birthday @girllostinthewoods hope you have a wonderful day.

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A Present for Ava <3

Omg, I am shit because this is three days late asdfghjkl i got busy and was trying to get this done for you gurl and finally, we’re here XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY RIDE OR DIE; BEST BESTIE A GAL COULD HAVE, @fireflyxrebel !!!! Tis belated but at least I wished it on your actual bday lmao!

I hope you had an amazeballs birthday because if anyone deserves it; it is you, Ava. I hope you stuffed your face with cake and all the good stuff because if you can’t on your birthday, when can you??

You is my actual fave around these parts and so, I wrote you a little BBRae somethin-something which I hope you like. I am unused to writing them as a main so hopefully this is a oneshot where I’ve hopefully done them justice? I don’t know, I just pray you like it XD.

Sorry it took so long gurl but again, happy birthday and I hope it was kick-ass. Ily! <3 <3 <3

Snow

A bitter chill clung to the wisps of the wind in the night as darkness shrouded the city with the exception of a few blinking lights dotted amongst buildings, houses and skyscrapers. Jump was quietly winding down for yet another winter evening; not quite silent yet but slowly working its way towards the tranquility of midnight.

The tower was mostly unlit, save for a window or two on the higher levels. A dim glow washed over the walls of Ops, creating composure with a volume to match.

His mouth hung open, just a fraction as he trained his deep, forest green eyes on the TV screen before them. The man on screen dressed from head to toe in black garments followed behind the unsuspecting woman, slyly pulling a blade from inside his jacket, ready to strike at any given moment.

Gar tilted his head, attention on the predictable scene of the horror movie that they’d decided to throw on since there were none of the others around to squabble over what to watch.

There was a shift in movement from beside him and he briefly glanced over at his violet haired beauty, her dark eyes cast down at the novel in her hands. Gar quirked a small smile and his chest gave a thud, his heart skipping a beat like it always did when he looked at her; really looked at her and saw Raven for the enchantress she truly was.

Although, he’d likely get a smack for ever uttering something so cheesy but that didn’t stop him from thinking it to himself.

“You’re staring again...” She murmured, raising an eyebrow but not yet removing her focus from the words on the pages of her book.

Gar grinned, his fang poking out from beneath his lip. He nudged her shoulder and leaned in, dropping a kiss to her pale cheek.

Raven refused to let the blush that was threatening to spill onto her china like skin, from spreading like the wildfire it was. She already felt the heat rising but swallowed discreetly, stubbornly quelling the effect that grin had on her.

“I have a pretty sight to stare at.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows in her direction, “Can’t blame me; it’s technically your fault.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek and really tried to maintain that air of nonchalance that she played so well but knew, deep down, her resolve was slipping.

Slowly, a small smirk appeared against her cupid bow lips, “Idiot.”

He blew a kiss at her, “You love it.”

Raven smiled, a happy gleam in her eyes as she shook her head at her boyfriend’s antics. Gar matched her expression and turned to nuzzle her neck, just enough to draw a deliciously startled gasp from her.

He pulled away, that look of achievement on his face which Raven offered a mock glare to. Gar’s high pitched chuckle met her ears and she shuddered, always questioning how he managed to give her feelings like these.

“This is an okay horror movie, y’know.” Gar commented, folding his arms over his chest as he resumed his watchful eye on the TV.

Raven nodded, finishing the sentence she was on before she closed the book with a soft thud and carefully placed it upon the coffee table. She sat back and instinctively leaned in towards Gar who immediately draped his arm over the back of the sofa, creating the perfect crevice to snuggle up into if she so wished but he never pushed. He gave the option and allowed her to make that choice.

Raven was still an enigma, even after knowing her for so long and even dating her for the past 3 years. However, he knew there was an abundance more than met the eye. Sometimes she craved affection and touch and attention; it was rarer but he couldn’t deny that he loved when she found herself needing that from him. Other times, she would stay distant with a few small smiles thrown his way but in that quiet way of hers that he still loved.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the screen now too.

“Is it another typical slasher?” She asked in a monotone,

“No...”

“Oh?”

“Okay, it is but it’s really good!” He squeaked, turning to beam at her.

Raven playfully rolled her eyes but gave him a ghost of a smile before she shook her head. He was such a child sometimes; a happy little puppy, getting excited over the little things but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

“If you say so.” Raven mused,

“I do say so but...” He glanced at her, that pleading look that she was almost certain he had co conspired to create with Starfire. They both used it when they really wanted something, “We can still watch Elf after, right?”

She smirked, “I thought you were all for horror?”

“I am but... it’s only a week til Christmas and I wanna get all festive, Rae.” He explained,

One week until Christmas and for once, Gar was completely prepared. He’d bought all his gifts and even wrapped them with Starfire’s help of course; she loved this time of year and always took the responsibility of wrapping presents wherever she was given permission.

His girlfriend’s presents were inevitably what he set out to buy first. He’d bought her the regular stuff he knew she liked and enjoyed receiving; new novels, candles, herbal tea gift sets; all of those types of gifts, she asked for.

But, he’d managed to be sneaky this year and buy her something she wouldn’t be expecting. In recent years, she’d let her hair grow long, past her shoulders to the point she had it as long as Starfire’s had been back when they were merely teenagers.

So, in accordance, he had stumbled across a gothic boutique in central Jump which sold combs. Gar had found a matching pair of obsidian hair combs with small raven detailing on them. They had a slight shimmer to them but not enough where she would be put off; at least he hoped she wouldn’t be.

Upon seeing them, Gar knew he had to have them for her and he was praying that she loved them.

He had some confidence in his soul though; showing them to the surrogate sister of his heart proved comforting. She’d squealed and practically bounced on the spot.

Raven blinked at him but nodded, “We can watch it but if you try making me the spaghetti and maple syrup thing he makes in the movie again, I will burn the disc.”

He flashed that toothy grin of his, “I make no promises. He’s onto something with that recipe.”

She pulled a face of utter disgust, considering the first time he tried to do that which ended with Raven subsequently agreeing and gagging only seconds later. It tasted horrific and she was a terrible liar so she couldn’t even tell him it was good to spare his feelings.

Gar had merely chuckled and kissed her temple, already at the kettle, brewing a nice cup of steaming earl grey to rid her of the bad taste his concoction has left in her mouth.

Still, it was a funny memory to think back on.

Raven smiled quietly to herself as his eyes found the TV screen again, her hand resting just over his heart. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic thumping soothe her.

The changeling exhaled in content and leaned back against the couch cushions, enjoying the time being spent alone together. It was nice to live in a house with the team, even after all this time but sometimes, a night alone for just the two of them is all they really craved.

Cyborg and Bee had been down in the garage for a solid few hours, working on upgrades for the T-Car that Vic had insisted his baby needed if she was to survive missions throughout the harsh winter weather.

But, Gar had assumed the ‘working’ had stopped a while ago if the soft jazz music drifting up from the ground floor was anything to go by.

Dick and Starfire were in bed, having managed to get Mar’i down for her bedtime early for once. She was bursting with excitable energy so it made nightly routines difficult when all she wanted to do was float and play with her family and toys.

They’d claimed they were going to sleep but Gar could hazard a guess at what they were more likely doing within their bedroom. They didn’t get much time for themselves as a couple either now, with their little bundle of joy around.

A single moment of peace and quiet for them was utter bliss and Dick and Starfire tried hard to make the most of those moments so the shape shifter couldn’t really blame the parents if they were trying to connect in that way.

As the couple lounged together on the sofa in comfortable silence, a startling gasp from Gar roused Raven from her lethargic position against him. She bolted upright, snapping her head to him,

“What? What’s wrong?” She fretted, her eyes sweeping over him to check.

His face was not one of fear or of panic however; it was one of barely concealed glee.

“Rae! Look!” He hissed, jumping to his feet and scurrying over to the gigantic windows adorning the back wall of the main room. He pointed outside and she had to squint, not having a clue what he was babbling about.

“What?” She asked, pulling her cloak around her as she stood up.

“It’s snowing!” He breathed, his emerald eyes sparkling with exhilaration,

“So?” Raven shrugged,

“Like a lot! It’s gonna settle fast!”

“Again... so what?”

“Raaae!” He whined, rolling his eyes at her not connecting the dots with that beautiful brain of hers.

“What, Gar?”

“We have to go out in it!” He squeaked,

Raven’s eyes went wide and she flinched beneath her cloak, “What?! Are you insane? It’s 2am. We’ll catch our deaths.”

He turned to look at her, smirking as he wriggled his eyebrows, “I’m sure you can heal us before it gets to that, babe.”

Raven blushed at the pet name, as she always tended to but she folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, “Gar-”

“Please, Rae? Snow is my favorite and it’s never like this in the mornings! It’s all slushy or iced over and no fun.”

She watched him, that buzzing aura, similar to that of childlike wonder being the only energy she could currently feel. It washed over her; calmed her emotions and allowed her to be more relaxed in what he was suggesting.

Her silly boy was an oddity and a rarity.

Raven chewed her lip before she shook her head and sighed, “10 minutes on the roof and then we come back inside. Got it?”

“Definitely!” Gar vowed, snatching her hand and pulling her along for the ride as he bounded out of the main room in the direction of the stairs leading to the roof.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Gar threw open the metal door whilst Raven watched with dry amusement as his expression softened into one of pure awe.

As a particularly frozen gust of wind passed by them, Raven tugged her cloak around her body so tight; her fingers went a light shade of white. Garfield, on the other hand, hopped out onto the fresh, powdered snow that lay across the rooftop like a blanket, leaving a trail of sneaker imprints.

He turned around in a circle and stuck his tongue out, trying to taste the falling snowflakes. That boyish grin of his was plastered across his lips, looking extremely satisfied each time he heard the snow crunch beneath his own feet.

“Look at all the snow, Rae!” He chirped, crouching down to leave an indent of his hand print in the bed of snow.

“Mhm. It’s great. And cold. Can we go back inside now?” She asked, tonelessly,

Gar rolled his eyes at her before he jogged back to where she still stood in the doorway. He smirked and wriggled his fingers at her,

“C’mon… y’know you want to.”

She pulled a face, “I really don’t.”

“Please? Just for a while and then we’ll go inside. I promise.” He glanced at his wrist to mimic a watch, “You said 10 minutes, remember?”

“Gar, it’s freezing…” She muttered, kicking some snow away from the door.

“I can warm you up.” He replied in a smooth guy voice,

She gave him a look but couldn’t help the corners of her lips quirking upwards into a smile.

Gar beamed and gently tugged on her hand, “That’s my Rae.”

She sighed and followed him out onto the roof, glancing down at her boots that were already covered with snow. Raven inwardly cursed at the things she did for this boy of hers; 2am and here she was, standing on the roof of the tower with him, just to play in the snow.

“Why are you so amazed by this, Gar?” She wondered aloud as she noticed him bent over and rolling up the body of a snowman, “You’ve seen snow plenty of times.”

“I know…” He chuckled, “And I always get this excited; just none of you ever see it. I know the guys would make fun if they did but… this time of year… I don’t know… acting like a kid and getting excited over the little things… it just seems right, y’know?”

Raven watched him, feeling the drop in his euphoria as he continued talking.

“I know it’s stupid but… well, none of us really had a normal childhood so I guess… I kinda try to make up for it now, like freaking out over snow… I know I probably don’t- Oof!” He was cut off as a snowball hit him on the shoulder, the snow splattering over the rest of his arm, the already melted thing dribbling down his skin.

He flinched, completely off guard and spun around to see his smirking empath, already holding another snowball encased in her magic. She raised an eyebrow, “Well, we now have 8 minutes. I suppose you better make the most of it.”

A slow, wide grin spread over his lips and he furrowed his eyebrows in determination, “Aw, you’re so going down, babe!”

“Uh huh. We’ll see.” She remarked, letting the snowball fly as he ducked to start building up his own artillery.

They continued the snow assault on one another, quiet laughter bubbling up into the night sky as they chased each other across the frosted roof. Raven didn’t even notice that they had been out there for 30 minutes rather than her stern 10 until Gar sniffled and sneezed several times in a row.

Pausing, she dropped her snowball to the ground and frowned at him with worry shining in her eyes. He snuffed and rubbed his nose as she stalked closer to him.

He offered her a smile and shrugged, “I’m good-”

“No you’re not.”

“Rae, I swear; I’m fine!” He squeaked, not wanting to end their fun in the snow; he loved so much when she allowed herself to be free and just enjoy herself, no matter how silly or kid like the activity was.

She allowed her hand to glow a periwinkle blue and pressed it to his chest, silencing him.

Raven clicked her tongue and her brows knitted together, “You’re getting sick.”

“Rae-“

“You should have grabbed a coat.”

He laughed as she grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards the door, “Raven-“

“C’mon… we’ve been out here way longer than 10 minutes anyway.” She told him,

Gar clicked his fingers, “Aww, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.” He mumbled, whilst Raven rolled her eyes at him and led him down the stairs, closing the roof door behind her.

The changeling continued to sniffle and scrub at his red tipped nose as they made their way back down into the main room. As they crossed the threshold, they froze at the sight of another person in the kitchen.

“What’re you guys doing?” Dick asked, his blue eyes narrowed at them in utter bewilderment,

He stood by the counter wearing a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt with a glass of water in hand.

“Uh…” Raven thought for an answer but came up empty so Gar saved them with the truth.

Taking her hand in his own, Gar grinned at their friend and leader, “It snowed, dude!”

Dick briefly glanced over at the windows, noticing the thick snowflakes falling and sticking to the glass before melting and rolling down the panes.

“Oh yeah… so it has…” He noted, “So, you were playing in the snow?”

Gar rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah!”

Dick chuckled and took a sip of water, shaking his head at their antics. Gar shuffled his feet and looked like he was about to brush it aside and make a joke out of himself.

Raven, however, was quicker to comment, “It’s... actually really fun.”

The dark haired vigilante raised an eyebrow at her whilst Gar looked incredulously at her; not believing she had actually said that.

“I thought you hated the snow, Raven.” Dick pointed out,

She shrugged and gazed at Gar, “It helps you to feel calm and carefree; like being a kid again.”

The shape shifter felt a warmth spread across his chest where his heart lay, his stomach fluttering and he was reminded of one of the many reasons he fell in love with Raven.

She liked to tease and make fun of him but when she knew it was something close to his heart or something that ran deeper, she made a point of supporting him, no matter how minor a thing it was.

“Hm... never really looked at it that way.” Dick replied, stifling a yawn,

Gar smiled and gently pressed his lips to Raven’s cheek, making her blush a faint pink.

“Actually, Dick... I was hoping that maybe tomorrow... I could take Mar’i out to play in the snow? Y’know since... she hasn’t really experienced it yet... I thought she might be all amazed over it.”

Dick paused and pulled his drink away from his lips, considering before he nodded and smiled softly at his friend, “Sure, Gar.” He paused and eyed the green jokester’s lack of outerwear, “Just... make sure she is warm. She’s too little to be going out there without a coat on.”

Gar chuckled sheepishly whilst Raven furrowed her eyebrows, “Too little? You know she’s temperature resilient like Star, right?”

“Obviously but I still don’t like chancing her getting cold.” Dick retorted, in his ‘dad’ voice,

Grinning, Gar pouted, “Aw, papa Dick so worried.”

Dick rolled his eyes and put his now empty glass back into the basin on the counter, “Obviously. She’s my daughter, after all.”

Raven quirked a tiny smile, “Mhm... we know.”

Their leader shook his head and passed them, kissing Raven’s forehead and high fiving Gar as he moved, “Night guys. See you in the morning.”

“Night, Dick.” The couple replied in unison,

Gar watched Raven out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before he gently took her hands in his,

“Thanks for that, Rae.” He murmured,

“Thanks for what?” She asked, her eyes flicking from his jade ones to his lips,

“Being onside with the child, carefree thing...”

She gifted him with one of her rare, serene and signature Raven smiles,

“Snow has never really been important to me... but if it’s important to you...” She trailed off, lifting her chin slightly more,

Gar smirked and leaned down, brushing his nose against hers before pressing his forehead to hers. Raven closed her eyes and exhaled calmly before her eyes snapped open again,

“If you sneeze on me right now-” She was cut off by Gar’s throaty chuckle,

“Guess you better kiss me before that happens then, huh?”

“Why-”

He wrinkled his nose, “Uh oh, I feel a tickle-”

Instantly, he was silenced as Raven pressed her lips to his, allowing them to mold perfectly with Gar’s. Heat sparked through them, shooting along nerve endings and electrifying the calmness between them.

His hands found her waist whilst her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingertips brushing against the line of Gar’s jaw and eliciting fire in the wake of where she touched.

Gar pulled back and sucked in a gasp, that flicker of excitement in his eyes. Raven smiled and leaned her forehead against his once again,

“I’m still cold.” She muttered,

“Oh-“

“So... why not follow through with that comment earlier about warming me up?” She breathed, her cheeks flushing red with her suggestion.

Gar blinked at her for a moment before he broke into a wide grin, “I can do that!” He squeaked, already taking her by the hand and leading her out of the main room.

As they moved, Gar realized that as much fun as the snow outside was, being inside with Raven was where he wanted to be. Always.

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Birthday Surprise | Jared Leto + Reader

Prompt: Jared doesn’t expect much from his girlfriend or family on his birthday, given it’s the day after Christmas, but his girlfriend has other plans in mind. Notes: This is going up a little late, but it was a last minute decision. Thank you @dragontearsandunicornfears for this prompt idea! I also usually write more second person but decided to put this one in third person so I could get more of Jared’s internal thoughts. Let me know if you like or hate me writing third person. Warning: Lots of fluff, and some swearing because it’s Jared. Suggestiveness toward the end.

December 26th. To a lot of people, it was just the day after Christmas - a day to go back to work, a day of leftovers, and a day of sleeping off the holiday before New Years. But to Jared, it was his 46th birthday. No, birthdays weren’t overly special after so many years of life, and he wasn’t expecting anything special, especially given the unfortunate date.

Y/N, his girlfriend, had other ideas. It was their first year together, and she was determined to make it fantastic. Christmas had been magical, the decorations still bright and twinkling throughout the house; they’d be taken down eventually, but today was not the day for that.

Y/n had gotten out of bed early (grateful for Jared wearing earplugs so he didn’t hear her once she managed to carefully crawl out of bed) and headed down to make the best birthday breakfast ever. She picked all of his favorites, putting it on a tray once her first masterpiece of the day was complete.

Admittedly, there had been the temptation to pretend that she’d forgotten or didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, and then have a big surprise later in the day, but the desire to make the whole day perfect won out.

She bounced up the stairs back to their room, setting the tray on the bedside table, before crawling back into bed and pressed a light kiss to Jared’s sweet lips to wake him.

It took a moment, but slowly his eyes fluttered open, his blue eyes meeting her y/e/c eyes, a small smile coming over his lips at the sight of her. He shifted rub his eyes and run his fingers through his long wayward hair before pulling out his earplugs, setting them aside.

“Happy birthday!” she said excitedly, as soon as she knew he could hear her clearly.

His brow raised in surprise. She remembered and cared? Okay, maybe he could imagine them waking up together and her commenting, but it seemed like she had been awake a while. Her hair was brushed, her breath smelt of minty toothpaste, and her energy was up. “Thank you, beautiful,” he replied, shifting to push himself into a sitting position.

“I made you breakfast!” she announced, reaching over to grab the tray and put it on the bed in front of him.

His brows quirked again as he took it in, noticing the effort that went into it. All of his favorites, coffee how he liked it, and a card with a big “happy birthday” sign in calligraphy. He picked it up and flipped it over, seeing the long, detailed note about how much he meant to her, how he made her feel, and wishing him the happiest of days. It was really sweet. “I wasn’t expecting any of this, baby,” he commented, leaning over to peck her lips.

Her lips pouted out after she returned the kiss. “Why not? Are you feeling old?” She knew damn well he was in no way like a 46-year-old, except maybe in his intelligence. He didn’t look like it, didn’t really act like it most of the time, and the only health problem he had was his back, and that was his own fault, not his age.

He glanced at her. “No. I just didn’t think to expect anything, since yesterday was so fucking crazy and just figured you’d be tired and want to sleep.”

“I can sleep tomorrow. Today is a special day too, I don't care that it’s the day after Christmas,” she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “And there is more after this. It’s your day.”

“You can be so sweet,” he told her, sipping his coffee and started to eat.

“I try. And I mean, my birthday is the day before a holiday, so I know what it’s like to have them lumped together. I’d never want you to feel like your birthday wasn’t one of the most special days of the year,” she answered, resting against him. (A/N: True story. My bday is the day before Valentines Day.)

He glanced over at her, beaming already. “Well, I definitely won’t be doing that to you, babe.”

“I appreciate it,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder.

As promised, it was his day and wasn’t any watered down version either. They’d gone up to Seattle for a white Christmas, and they were able to do some hiking through the snow, as well as had snowball fights. It was a day just the two of them, bonding and doing some of their favorite things together. They’d gone to lunch and ran around, doing a couple other fun activities before heading back to the house they had rented for a few days.

“Ready for presents?” she asked as they settled in the living room with some vegan hot chocolate.

He looked at her as he had a million times that day, with a look of surprise. “There’s more?” he asked. Okay, part of the reason he wasn’t expecting much was that he was tired too. He had plenty of energy, but the holiday season was so busy, and he’d been working his ass off on the new album. He appreciated it all but hoped the rest of the evening would be spent inside.

“Yep. And there’s cake too. Otherwise, the rest of the day is up to you what you want to do,” she answered, setting her mug aside so she could get up and go retrieve his presents from where they were hidden. They were wrapped, but not in Christmas paper. A paper that was suitable for a birthday, and with nothing that looked remotely Christmas or holiday-ish. There were a few of them and she held onto them as she sat back down, handing him the first.

It was a personal painting she’d done of the aurora borealis with a Latin quote over it, given his love for Latin.

His face lit up, and he recognized it was handmade before seeing her signature in the corner. “It’s beautiful,” he exclaimed, smiling brightly at his girlfriend, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“It’s only the tip of the iceberg, darling,” she teased, handing him a thicker and square shaped box.

He took it, trying to make his guesses before opening it. “The painting alone would have been perfect,” he assured her, winking over at her before unwrapping the current one he was holding. It wasn’t entirely obvious what it was, and she knew that even with his love for technology, it was possible he hadn’t heard about it.

“They’re two bracelets. Each of us can wear one and it has technology that if you touch the bracelet, it gives the other one a squeeze. I thought it’d be nice so I can give you a little sign that I’m thinking of you when you’re in the studio or on tour,” she explained, watching him look over the box before checking out the little black bracelets. “Figured they’re discreet enough it looks like a regular bracelet but would be something kinda nice for us.”

“They’re really cool. Thoughtful, techy, and brings me closer to my girl,” his response was clearly pleased and he slipped an arm around her to give her a side hug, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She was beaming now too and offered him the last of the stack. It was clear from the shape that it was a book, but what book was the surprise.

“You spoil me,” he hummed before unwrapping it, looking inside. It was a copy of Finn by Jon Clinch, one of his favorite books. It looked a little tattered, nothing too terrible but certainly not new.

“Look inside,” she urged, not wanting him to get discouraged or confused why she got him a used book that he already had.

Jared followed her instructions, seeing the signature on one of the first few pages from Jon Clinch himself.

“It’s also a first edition, hence why it looks a little worn,” she added for good measure, knowing that piece wouldn’t be as clear as the autograph. Y/N knew that despite Jared’s “fame”, he’d still be able to appreciate a signed copy of a book he loved. Her main idea had been to get a first edition, and finding one that was signed was only icing on the cake.

He was grinning ear to ear at his girlfriend spoiling him. “It’s amazing. I love it. I love all of it,” he stated, leaning over to kiss her again. It lingered before he slowly pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, their eyes locked.

“What’s say we go enjoy some cake, and then we can go back to the bedroom for some more birthday fun?” she commented suggestively.

If his grin could get wider, it did. “Sounds perfect.”

“And it’s your favorite,” she teased.

“The cake or the sex?” he taunted back, pressing another kiss to her lips.

She snickered. “I was meaning the cake, but I guess both,” she winked.

“Sounds perfect.”

Perfect it was. They ate before making their way upstairs to do whatever he pleased in the bedroom, which was pleasurable for the both of them.

They curled up together once they were spent and exhausted. “Happy birthday,” she murmured once more, his arm coiled around her and her nose pressed against his neck.

“Thank you. And thank you for a perfect day.”

#jared leto imagine #jared leto x reader #Jared Leto #Jared leto + reader

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inunanna · 6 years

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The hanyou and The swordsmith

Thi is the prologue/first chapter of a story that I have been wanting to write for too long.

This is also a bday, house-warming and Christmas gift for our precious @mustardyellowsunshine!!! I love you girl

Summary:

Inuyasha is searching the land for someone that can fix his sword, Tessaiga, but there is no one that dares to work with such a powerful weapon. Then he hears about a hermit swordsmith that is rumored to have increadible powers. But things are not as easy as he thinks.

Also in ff.net and AO3

Pairing: Inukag.

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Chapter. 1

The wind played with the grass around her feet. The plants swayed softly and the smell of her beloved forest was all around her.

A small, secret smile appeared on her face as she looked at her beloved trees. This was her home. It had been for little time now. A peaceful place where she could live surrounded by life and away from destruction. A place where no human would search for her. And place where no youkai could feel her presence.

As she saw a small fox youkai walked to her, she corrected, where no undesired youkai could feel her.

“Kagome! What are you doing around here?”

She only smiled under the preoccupied eyes of the boy. “Hello, Shippou.”

He stopped his walk towards her enough to give her a small bow. Something his late mother had been very strict about.

“This is too close to the edge of your barrier! What if someone senses you?” he asked as he jumped on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m still safe here.” she explained as she stroked his fluffy red hair.

Leaning on her touch, the boy nodded.

“I just feel a little restless… and needed a little walk.”

Something trickled her hand. Looking down she found a small deer rubbing its head against it.

“Something bad is going to happen?” asked the kid on her shoulder with a careful voice.

She let her fingers travel across the soft auburn fur as she tried to explain what she was feeling. Her few friends knew she had strange abilities, and one of them was to feel when something was about to happen.

Usually, she was sure whether it was something good or something to be afraid of, sometimes she even knew if it meant she needed to run away. Unfortunately the last one, she had learned to identify too late.

Kagome shook her head trying to cast away the memories that always threatened to break her and focused on the matter at hand. Stroking the beautiful deer in front of her and calming the child on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry too much, Shippou. I feel something is coming but it’s not entirely bad…”

“Are you sure it’s not a bad monster coming?”

Shippou’s voice was calm but she could feel his tail flickering nervously.

“I’m sure. That is why I’m taking a stroll and not running away”

Her joke was not well received and Shippou only grumbled something close to an agreement but not quite there.

The deer walked away after receiving the attention he wanted and Kagome started to walk again, moving the kid to her arms.

“We are going to be fine, Shippou…” she looked down to find Shippou’s big green eyes looking at her expectantly. “This feeling is a lot like the one I had before meeting you.”

The worry in his eyes disappeared, giving way to one of his time stopping glowing smiles, “you felt you were going to meet me?”

She nodded answering his smile. “I know there was a mischievous and adorable ball of fur coming my way”.

She did not mention how she had also felt she needed to protect the boy because he was about to be hurt. There was something the little boy didn’t need to know.

They kept walking together as she checked her barrier, the only thing that kept everyone with bad intentions and rotten hearts away from this safe place she tried to create.

The place where she could live as normally as she could, a place where nobody asked her to create powerful things to hurt others. A place where creatures like Shippou, that had lost their families could live without fearing for their lives. A place where everything in it was respected and loved, where every tree, every animal, every creature, even the very energy of the water that run through the river was respected and protected. It was the only place she felt safe.

The only place she could call home.

In a place not so far away but very different, a silver haired man stomped his way out of the fourth sword smith’s home he had visited during the last moon.

It was also the fourth time that someone had told him that repairing his sword was impossible. That there were no smiths that dared to work with an object with that kind of power imbued in it. They also told them he needed a youkai to work with it. The problem was that youkai refused to work for him.

The only one that had ever repaired his sword had been Totosai, his father’s loyal friend. Unfortunately the old fart had died recently without leaving a disciple that could continue his job.

With his mixed heritage there was no way that a ‘respectable’ youkai would agree to help him. According to them, hanyous were only fit to starve and die, not to hold the kind of weapon he was trying to repair.

That meant that humans were all he had, but humans were dumb and weak, with no power of their own to shape and work with metal filled with youki.

He knew they could die, the first smith he had gone to had laughed and declared he was the best smith in the land and no sword would ever rebel against him. It only took one hit of the hammer, for the remaining pieces of his Tessaiga to protect itself sending a wave of youki, and for the man to drop dead in an instant.

Since then, he had been looking for a smith that admitted to have powers of their own, so far none of the ones that had been regarded powerful or skillful smiths had actually showed reiki.

Even if they didn’t have any powers, they had all declined working on his sword before he could explain the situation. With a hint of amusement he admitted that humans had pretty good survival instincts and deep down he was glad, there was no need to bury a new body uselessly.

He was outside of the town and finally no one was watching him with eyes full of hate or fear when he felt a familiar bite on the tip of his nose. After slapping it off, Inuyasha waited for the usual explanation, that was almost Instantaneous.

“Master Inuyasha, I found you at last.” the small flea youkai said from the palm of its master’s hand.

Inuyasha scoffed, “Oh, I know Iwas difficult to find after you ran from me when Tessaiga broke”.

The tiny man fidgeted under Inuyasha’s eyes. “It wasn’t like that, I swear… I just��wasn’t like I was running away… I just went to find someone that could help your situation!” the proud smile on his face didn’t manage to change the narrowed eyes or the arched brows on Inuyasha’s face.

“It’s that so, Myouga?”

The flea nodded energetically. “I found the smith Totosai used to talk about!”

Another scoff came from the hanyou “he used to talk about lots of them, all dead now.”

“But, not this one, Lord Inuyasha. This one is very alive. They say this blacksmith lives in the forest, where no one can find him.”

“You sure he ain’t dead?” his head tilted and continued in a distracted voice, “most of Totosai’s friends are as dead as him.”

“I swear on my life, the smith is very alive.”

Inuyasha let out a satisfied laugh that somehow it felt dark to Myouga. “If he’s alive, I’m gonna find him and he WILL fix Tessaiga…”

Two of Myouga’s hands were shyly raised his two right hands, waiting for his master to pay attention to him. When Inuyasha finally finished his self satisfied laugh and looked down.

“What?” he huffed.

“There’s a little issue…”

“Ain’t there always?”

The old man cleared his throat nervously at the same time he scratched the side of his head “well, you see, Lord Inuyasha, the smith is..” as he continued, his voice started to get lower, smaller “umm, well, just kind of a little impossible to find…”

A growl started to sound inside Inuyasha’s chest. “You said you found him…”

“I know the forest where he is supposed to live. However, no one has seen the smith in a long time. They said youkai are protecting the smith.”

“I’ll kill whoever tries to keep him from me.”

His tone was softer than usual and by the look in his eyes Myouga knew his master’s mind was already battling against the monsters and killing them.

Reaching the forest the smith supposedly lived in, was fast and uncomplicated, even a little too easy. His steps started to become slower and more careful when he felt eyes on him…

His hands began to curl as his body fell into a defensive stance. Something was studying him.

His eyes ran searched for any indication of a presence around them and his ear flicked around trying to find any sound that could help him locate a presence.

Even if he felt watched there was no raise of youki that indicated ill intention. “I know you’re there! Show yourself!”

No sound was made… then he noticed what was making the small hairs in the back of his neck stand… there was no sound. No animal moving, no bird singing, no leaves moving. Everything around them was immobile. Suddenly he became aware of the fast pace of his own heart.

“You are not welcome here. Leave!” A strange, cavernous, voice reverberated around the clearing.

Inuyasha answered with a menacing growl “I ain’t leavin!”

With the same calm and emotionless voice, the voice spoke again “There is nothing for you here, hanyou… leave!”

Before Inuyasha could answer, Myoga jumped to his ear “Master, I think it would be wiser to explain the reason why we’re here… maybe they know where he is.”

After a pause the hanyou gave a short huffed and shouted, “I am not leaving! I’m looking for the swordsmith!”

Something in the air changed, the animosity was instantaneous. “You will never find the swordsmith” said a new voice, an angry one.

Inuyasha readied his claws, ready for an attack that never came.

“I will not let you hurt anyone!” the voice shouted.

Inuyasha’s body started to relax “Who said I wanted to hurt someone?”

Something that looked like a cat youkai, but with a suspiciously fluffy tail appeared in front of him.

“There is no one that need the swordsmith that doesn’t want to create something to hurt others!”

“You are fucking wrong!”

Inuyasha took a step towards the youkai. Immediately a few snake youkai slitheed their way between him and the cat-youkai, ready to attack.

Inuyasha took another step, this time baring his fangs “I’ll find the swordsmith! Even if I have to end you!”

The snakes hissed, and this time Inuyasha felt the raise of youki.

“Why do you need the swordsmith help?” a feminine voice asked so softly that for a moment Inuyasha wondered if he was hearing right.

But when everything around him stopped moving at the sound of the soft voice, he needed, for some strange reason, to answer the question.

“I-I need the swordsmith to fix my father’s sword…”

“And what will you do with the sword if the smith helps you?” said the soft voice again.

Many answers came to Inuyasha’s head. Should he answer something that a youkai would like to hear about fight and destruction of humankind? Should he talk about revenge? Without reaching a conscious decision, his words started to spill out of him. “I’ll use it to defend myself…”

He felt the presence before he saw it. The feeling of delicate calm power filled the clearing. The youkai in front of him turned their heads to the side, his eyes followed the direction and he saw her.

A petite woman, in priestess clothing, walking towards him, her black long flowy hair making a trail behind her.

His eyes were fixed on her, on her serious eyes, not losing contact even when the youkai moved to her side and said something to her. She only shook her head for an answer and kept walking.

When she reached him, her hands came forward. “let me see your sword”. She asked with the same soulful and calm tone.

He found himself handing his sword to her even when a voice inside his head roared in protest.

She received the sword with utmost care and closed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped and a tired shivering sigh escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with so much sorrow that he almost took a step back, but when tears started to fall from those eyes and her stare became a glare, he did took a step back.

“I can’t help you. I won’t let you hurt this sword as you’ve been doing.” she took one step closer, gave him the sword back and turn away. “you should leave this forest… there’s nothing here for you.”

Inuyasha blinked a couple of times as he tried to process what had happened. SHe had been rejected by whoever this people was.

“I won’t leave until I see the swordsmith!” he growled.

The cat youkai that had been following the woman turned to him and with a ‘puff’ he became a small red haired boy with the same fluffy tail. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he declared “She was the swordsmith, moron.”

To be continued…

So this is the first chapter. The idea for this story has been sitting in my “undeveloped ideas” folder for months, easily more than a year. But as soon as I told Robin about it she became its No. 1 fan and it only seemed fair for me to give her this little-little chappie.

I hope you like it, it was a pleasure to write it.

For you that are a little lost on what’s actually happening. This is my AU about Inuyasha finding Kagome, in the same way that he found Kikyou on canon. The universe has many things different, yes, but this is for me the answer of “what would had happened if Kikyou had thought of Inuyasha as equals? if he had been able to see him the way Kagome did… XD hope you like it.

#inukag #inuyasha #kagome #inunannafanfiction #the hanyou and the swordsmith

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purrincess-chat · 6 years

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Giftmas Day 3: QueenKubdel!

For those that don’t know, today is @queenkubdel ‘s birthday! (for like 30 more minutes my time). I’m super late getting this out, but it’s still technically her birthday, so Happy Birthday, Aish! Enjoy some Kimax fluff, and I hope you had an awesome bday!

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Giftmas Day 3

While most classes tended to maintain a certain distance among its individual cliques, Mlle. Bustier’s class boasted a level of integration that was almost unheard of. Her students operated like a large family, standing beside each other in times of need, though they still picked fights from time to time, but regardless of the reason, they always came back together in the end. As such, the class often liked to celebrate holidays and events together, and for the holiday season, Mlle. Bustier gave each student a secret Santa assignment for their class party.

It was their duty to buy or make something for that classmate and deliver their gift on the day of the party. She took care in making her assignments ensuring that certain individuals were kept far away from each other to avoid fighting, and when the day of the party arrived, each student came with a thoughtful gift for their partner, including Chloe.

Max drummed his fingers on the small box in his hands nervously as he watched his other classmates revealing themselves cheerfully. Chloe bought Nino new headphones; Adrien got Marinette tickets to his father’s winter fashion show; Alya gave Mylene a new sweater, and Max was becoming increasingly more anxious as he watched Kim giving Alix a new set of heelies as he was uncertain how Kim would react to his gift.

“Don’t be worried, Max,” Markov said encouragingly, and Max shushed him frantically, casting a glance at Kim who still seemed engrossed in his conversation. “I am 99% certain that Kim will love your gift.”

“Okay, okay, don’t say it so loud!” Max hissed, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

“Hey, Max,” Alix said, startling him, and he spun around to see her offering him a small gift bag. “I’m your secret Santa.”

“Oh, thank you, Alix.” He relaxed a little, accepting it and retrieving the object inside.

It was a small frame with a picture from when they were young. Alix was sticking her tongue out while Kim held up bunny ears behind her head, and Max was glancing shyly up at Kim. Taped to the back of the frame was a small card that Max peeled off and opened with a curious cock of his brow.

Merry Christmas, Max. Thanks for always being an awesome friend. It read, and Max smiled. P.S. Just tell Kim how you feel already.

He glanced back up at her with a sheepish wince, and she rolled her eyes. “You’ve had a crush on him for like ever, Max.”

“I know, and I plan to tell him,” He said softly, dropping his gaze to his shoes.

“When?”

“Tonight.” Alix patted his shoulder with an encouraging nod, turning him around and giving him a gentle nudge in Kim’s direction.

“Good luck,” She murmured in his ear before joining Juleka and Rose over by the drinks.

Max gulped, squeezing his present a little tighter before squaring his shoulders and approaching his best friend. Kim liked to tease others, but he’d always had a softer side for Max. Perhaps he’d let him down gently, and they could remain friends, even if Marinette was certain that this plan would ensure his success. Kim spotted him walking up, and a giddy smile came over his lips.

“Hey, Max, is that for me?” He nodded at the gift in his hands.

“Um, yes. I’m your secret Santa,” Max affirmed. “Can we go open it out in the hall?”

“Sure.” Kim shrugged, following his lead.

The air outside was cold and crisp, just what Max needed to cool off, and he took a deep, clarifying breath as Kim rubbed his hands together.

“So, what’d you get me?” Kim asked excitedly, bouncing on his heels, and Max extended the box to him with shaky hands, though Kim didn’t seem to notice, too absorbed by his present. “Whoa.”

“Do you remember what this is?” He asked as Kim turned over the old red cap carefully.

“Yeah, I gave this to you the day we became friends when I invited you to come play baseball with us in the park,” He recounted with a small smile. “You kept this?”

“Yeah, it was very important to me,” Max said, rubbing the back of his neck. “On that day I was sitting on my front steps playing with a rubix cube, and you asked if I would come play on your team in the park because you needed an extra person, and I told you that I wasn’t any good at baseball. Then you gave me your hat and said that it wouldn’t matter because you were good enough for the both of us.”

“We lost that game bad,” Kim chuckled. “You weren’t lying when you said you sucked.”

“But you stayed my friend anyway, and every day after that you came over and invited me to play.”

“Well, yeah, I needed someone to show off to.” Kim flexed one of his biceps with a smirk. “And you always came along even though you don’t really like sports. Where are you going with this, Max?”

“Well, I always came along because I wanted to spend time with you, and I’ve held onto that hat for all of these years because it was a gift from you. You’re the person I cherish most in this world, Kim.” Max lifted his gaze to meet Kim’s sincerely. “I’ve always been by your side because I’ve always been in love with you.”

Kim’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and he let out a breathy laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He fluffed out the inside of the hat and placed it on Max’s head, rubbing it in a little with one hand.

“You need to learn the definition of gift giving,” He chuckled before pulling him into a tight hug.

“I hope my feelings for you don’t strain our friendship in anyway,” Max croaked, and Kim let up, setting his feet back down on the ground.

“Max, why do you think I invited a scrawny kid playing with a rubix cube to come play with me every day?” Kim asked, placing his hands on Max’s cheeks. “A kid without a single athletic bone in his body that I always invited to come watch me show off, I was trying to impress you.”

“You were?” Max’s eyebrows creased, and Kim smushed his cheeks together.

“Yes! That day I saw a cute boy playing by himself, so I invited him to come watch me be awesome. Ya know, for a genius, you’re pretty clueless sometimes, Max,” Kim said teasingly. “I’ve always had feelings for you, but I never knew if you liked me back, so I’ve just always tried really hard to show off around you.”

“Kim…” Max felt his eyes watering, and his friend’s cheeks flushed.

“I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, Kim,” Max sniffled, resting his head against his shoulder as Kim leaned to press his cheek against the top of the ball cap.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance,” Markov spoke up, and they glanced up to see him holding a strand of mistletoe with a cheerful beam.

“Markov, where did you-”

“Marinette gave it to me, and told me to hold it above you two,” He explained, and Max and Kim craned their necks to peek inside the classroom, catching sight of Marinette talking to Alya. She leaned away slightly, offering them a warm smile and a wink.

“She didn’t tell me about this!” Max said, frantically waving his arms.

“It was our secret plan,” Markov laughed, and the two boys exchanged nervous looks, but after a moment, Kim cupped Max’s cheek in one hand, eyelids drooping as he stooped down.

“Merry Christmas, Max,” He murmured against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, Kim.”

Max wrapped his arms around Kim’s neck, closing the distance between them, feeling his breath hitch as Kim kissed him eagerly. After all those years of quiet admiration, he was finally in the arms of the most important person in the world, and it was everything he could have hoped for and more. But the moment was cut short as wolf-whistles and cheers erupted from the classroom, and they pulled apart to see everyone clapping and smiling at them, prompting both boys to blush in embarrassment.

“That’s so romantic!” Rose giggled.

“It’s about time,” Nino said with a grunt.

“Congrats!”

“Gross.” Alix rolled her eyes but offered Max a small grin.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Marinette squealed, clasping her hands together over her heart, and Max rubbed the back of his neck as Kim laced their fingers together.

“Okay, let’s get this party started! I bet I can eat 15 macarons in 2 minutes!” Kim declared, and everyone collectively rolled their eyes but returned to their activities. “Keep track, Max!”

Kim winked purposefully, leaning down to peck his cheek as Alix pulled out her watch, and Ivan presented a tray of macarons. Everything was back to normal, and Max couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the night as he realized just how lucky he was to have so many friends cheering him on. Not to mention his new boyfriend that walked him home and picked up exactly where they’d left off in the hall.

#miraculous ladybug #kimax #le chien kim #max kante #my writing #giftmas #happy birthday aish

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danvssomethingorother · 7 years

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An Afternoon on The Ice

Summary: Fiddleford invites the Stan twins to go ice skating with him

Pairing: very mild fiddauthor, only a small crush. Also mild implied fiddlestan.

Characters: Fiddleford Mcgucket, The Stan twins, Grauntie Mabel

Warnings: None

For my dear @memyselfandyoutube , I’m late for your bday and Christmas but I’m always happy to write Relativity Falls fluff.

The lake had frozen over a few weeks before halting any business Tate Mcgucket would usually get in his little tackle shop. Without the extra income coming in from his shop, things became tighter around the Mcgucket house, the old furnace didn’t warm the house up like it should and there was no money to get anything extra to warm their home up for the winter.

Fiddleford ended up spending a large chunk of his time down at the Mystery Shack with his only friends to escape the cold that had settled around his home.

Madame Mystery or as she constantly reminded Fiddleford to call her, Grauntie Mabel, had taken notice to Fiddleford’s seemingly permeant residency in her establishment. That morning as she was turning over the open sign for the gift shop she found the half frozen little boy waiting patiently outside, just as she was about to ask why he didn’t knock she took notice of her first customer of the morning standing beside her newest grandnephew (as far as she was concerned anyway).

Tyler Cutebiker was standing next to Fiddleford, talking his ear off. Both bundled up tight in the warm sweaters, mittens, hats and scarves Mabel had knit for them herself making her heart ache.

She ushered them into the gift shop with a wave of her arm, chastising the boys for not knocking and staying outside in this weather waiting for the shop to open as if they were the normal suckers. She had insisted Dan take the week off so he didn’t end up breaking any of her Christmas ornaments she had the boys painting the last few nights (Fidds being the only one to enjoy the activity while her blood nibblings only groaned in annoyance), so it was quite the shock to see one of his friends here at all but a pleasant one.

“I thought ya did all yer Christmas shopping during the summer,” Mabel said directed her smug grin at Tyler who was beginning to fidget under her direct gaze,” Did I wait up till midnight for ya to decide on a gift for nothing?”

His face began to full on flush at her playful ribbing as she began setting up the shop for the day, Fidds rushing to her side to assist the woman in her morning routines and flushing a deep crimson as she gently sat him down behind the counter and lovingly took off his snow-covered scarf and hat and wrapped him in a blanket she always kept under the cash register, just in case.

“I was thinkin’ of taking the kids skating down at the lake with Dan today,” Tyler began flushing as Mabel began unwinding his snow-covered scarf and offering him a warm handmade blanket as well, “I ran into Fidds down there this morning and he was quite the skater, but he was dead set on gettin’ the twins this morning before helping me teach Dan how to use his blades…”

“You boys settle in then and warm up, I’ll get you some hot chocolate while I get the bums I call nephews out of bed already. Can you believe they were watching those phony ghost shows long after you left last night Fidds? I thought I would never get any sleep once they started squabbling about how legit they were and who should have the remote…”

Fidds smiled brightly at her exaggerated tale of the twins fighting as she prepared him and Tyler some warm hot chocolate with a bit too much whip cream and sprinkles on top that Tyler kept trying to deny her offer of, not wanting that much sugar in his system after the last three cavities he got from visiting the woman.

She spun quite the tall tale as she tucked them both up with blankets in the warmer living room, pushing a protesting Tyler down in the recliner and a very willing Fidds into her comfortable rocking chair.

It was very easy to capture the twins in his mind even with her off, mocking imitations of them both and over exaggerated details. She fussed with his hair for a minute longer and he sank into her touch, her warm hands gently caressing his cheeks as she gave him a warm kiss on the forehead. Her hand-crafted perfume smelling just like he expected every loving grandmother to smell like, fresh baked cookies and her smile and caring hands helping him create the lie he belonged her with her, in this family. Finally belonged somewhere, love and wanted, and maybe this wouldn’t end when the twins once more departed.

Once she left the room, he just stared solemnly down at his coco, just letting it warm his fingers and tinkle his nose with its sweet smell.

He was snapped out of his rumination by the loud creek on the floor, he slowly lifted his head up to see Tyler on the other side of the room shooting his head up towards the stairway with a deer in the head lights look but let out a sigh of relief hearing Mabel loudly calling for the twins to get out of bed followed by their echoed grunts.

Tyler looked over at him and smiled, gesturing with his head for him to follow him. He maneuvered himself off the chair, clinging to his hot chocolate and tensing his shoulders up to keep the blanket in place. Keeping a close eye on the yarn basket next to the rocker trying not to accidentally disturb the half finished sweater hanging from the arm. He too glanced nervously up the stairs towards the Pines family cheerful banter as his foot hit the creaking board and almost considered just staying where the kind old woman had left him. His teeth scraped against his lip and his knee began to shiver as he kept his eyes upstairs but Tyler wasn't gonna take no for an answer. If he got caught in his mischief, might as well have someone cute by his side to make the punishment practically non existent.

They tip toed back into the gift shop, a smug little grin half forming on Tyler's face as he walked past the register he usually perched against distracting an already antsy Dan and he went straight towards a locked cabinet with a large glittery sign reading "Madame Mabel's potions".

Fidds stopped where he was, heart pounding faster as he saw what his friend was doing.

"Tyler..." he rasped out, once more looking behind him expecting the woman's disappointment in their behavior when she trusted them.

Tyler paid his worry no mind as he pulled a set of keys from his pocket with the mystery shack’s symbol dangling from the key ring making Fidds eyes bulge a little. He winked at Fidds as he began shifting through the key set trying each of the numerous keys into the lock.

“Dan left them in my car the other night when I gave him a ride home, I don’t intend to steal nothing, I just want a sample of her love perfume.”

“Janice bought a small bottle from Mabel last summer and right before her first date with Greg, she sprayed a little bit on her and you’ve seen them, Fidds, they are the most in love people I have ever seen.”

Some of the anxiety began to melt looking at the starry-eyed gleam shimmering in his eyes cast down at him. His lips curved after a few seconds of silence and he added with a shrug, “Though I think she defiantly added too much. I don’t want Dan to be that clingy towards me…”

Fidds watched him curiously as he dug through the cabinet, taking slow sips of his coco.

Tyler's smug smile returned to his face as he pulled a beautiful heart shaped perfume vial from the cabinet. He pulled back his sleeve and sprayed a tiny amount onto his arm instantly filling the room with a sweet scent.

"Just one kiss from your true love and you're bound forever but you know the spiel better than anyone right Fidds? I saw you eying her demonstration of the stuff last week as well."

Fidds face flushed and he averted his eyes away from his friend. His knees began to quake faster feeling that smile boring into him.

“No need to feel shame little buddy, I see the way you look at Ford it don’t take a genius to figure out yer just as in love with him as I am with Dan. We’re both too fools in love.”

Fidds looked away turning redder by the second, fingers tightening around his cup hoping the quakes running course through his system wouldn’t leave a mess on Mabel’s floor. He had been trying for the last few months the Stan twins had taken up residency with their aunt to hide his crush on his best friend but to his utter dismay his blushing and longing stares had not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, though, he tried to deny it with a sheepish grin and a shake of his head, his fingers tightening further around the mug making him wince a little as the hot ceramic made his bare fingers tingle under the heat.

The action was in vain though, Tyler playfully snatched Fidd’s hand and the second the concoction was sprayed on his wrist, he ended up dropping his glass.

This was the suspicious scene Stanly Pines entered this story on.

“What are you knuckleheads doin down here?” he scowled at them shaking his head, “You are in for it big time when Grauntie…”

He paused, a smirk creeping past his scowl looking at the bottle Tyler was now desperately trying to keep out of his line of sight.

“What’s ya got there, pal?” Fidds began squirming as that slimy, unnerving grin went from Tyler before landing on Fidds hand being tucked behind his back and the quivers rolling through his body.

Stan shot forward before Fidds had time to react grabbing him by his and yanking it forward for him to inspect further. His smile kept growing and a few chuckles slipped out as he took a whiff of the aroma there. He pulled away, a grimace settling over his smile and his fingers pinching his nose.

“EUGH!” he exclaimed swiping at the air, “That’s Mabel’s disgusting love potion made with all her girliest perfumes!”

“I know that smell anywhere! I can’t believe you willingly put it on yourself!”

Tyler slapped his hand over Stan’s mouth, eyes shooting back and forth looking for signs of Mabel coming down stairs. Upstairs she was having a loud argument with Ford on the benefits of bathing but he was arguing he didn’t need to do that since he bathed a few days ago and wasn’t that dirty.

“Stanly, you can not tell yer aunt we stole some of her potions. I heard rumor the last person she stole from…went missing.”

Fidds became stiff, he may not believe Mabel would harm anyone but he couldn’t bear to live in a world where she never wanted to talk to him again and the Pines weren’t part of his life.

“And what’s ta stop me from telling her?” he said that smug grin coming back as he snatched the bottle from Tyler while he was staring at him in his panic.

“Please Stanly!” Fidds began looking uptowards Mabel and Ford arguing upstairs in his panic, “I’ll do whatever ya want, don’t tell yer aunt we was playing with her merchandise!”

Stan rested his thumb under his chin and made a loud humming noise, “I suppose, I could let this one slide, if I get a favor out of both of ya at any time I need something.”

They both took hard side glances at each other, knowing this wasn’t a good thing but ultimately nodded their heads solemnly. Being indebted to Stan was a million times better then breaking Mabel’s heart.

Stan shut up the perfume and locked it up safe and sound by the time Mabel appeared down stairs, her annoyance turning to concern seeing the broken glass Fidds was trying to clean up himself while Tyler stood nervously fidgeting by him and Stan sat whistling on the register absently smacking a bobble head.

She gently took the glass shards from out of Fidds little hands and smiled at him.

“It’s ok babe, don’t worry about this mess it was an accident.”

A tear slowly slipped out at that point. Mabel was so nice to him and he had just broke her belongings and stolen something that cost quite the pretty penny from her gift shop. She paused in cleaning up the mess he had made and pulled him into a hug kissing his head.

“It’s ok, sugar bean,” she whispered rubbing his back, “I ain’t mad about a little mess like this.”

She placed another kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Go get cleaned up now and we’ll leave when you get back.”

Disappearing down the hall to the Employee wash room he heard her hissing at Stan for upsetting him like that and a small argument ensuing. He felt a thick layer of guilt wash over him at that point shutting the bathroom door shut.

Mabel grabbed his hand as they left the shack and the action grounded Fidds, making a small smile grace his lips as she pushed him in the back seat next to Ford. Ford had been pouting since Mabel had made him bathe but Fidds didn’t mind he leaned closer to his friend as Stan pressed himself in the car. He smelled much better then he usually did.

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Fiddleford’s waning luck ran out very quickly.

The car ride had gone smoothly but arriving on the lake had not gone as smoothly.

For one, Ford wanted to go explore around the edges around the lake and wouldn’t listen to their begs for him to hang out with them skating on the ice, his nose stuck in a book as he left them too soon.

Fidds would have gladly gone with him and even began to but Stan grabbed him firmly by the scuff of his jacket making a not so subtle reminder that he knew he had stolen from Mabel. He glanced over towards Mabel talking away to his dad who didn’t seem to be paying her any attention and nodded solemly. He never wanted to lose this family, so being away from Ford for a day shouldn’t be that bad. He wouldn’t be that far from view he reasoned seeing Ford plop down in the snow and begin sketching something in his home-made journal and popping the mysterious author’s journal open next to him.

Fidds had been skating every winter since he had moved out to live with his father when he was six and had it to an art. Stan, however, took to the ice like a babe taking their first steps. Clumsy, no poise or grace and maybe a tab bit violently taking hold of Fidds and having him go down with him each time.

He took him down for the third time this afternoon, making him land on his butt and grunt loudly at the bruises he was sure to have in the morning because of Stan’s rough mannerisms.

Thistle Down, was quite the impressive skater though. Jumping through the air with grace and poise even someone who had been doing it for over five years like Fidds would envy. He did a figure eight around where they sat on the ground. Fidds watching in awe, a flush on his face not caused by the cold and Stan staring with a sneer.

“Come on, Stan my man! It isn’t so hard if ya just try a little!” Thistle said with a smug smile skating back over to a cheering group of girls, Carla among them to Stan’s anger.

Fidds glanced over to meet Carla’s glare of disapproval of her friend showing off like that to set off Stan but Stan didn’t notice it as he grabbed Fidds roughly and pulled him down to his level.

“Come on, yer gonna pay me back for keepin’ yer secret by teaching me how to skate away from these losers.”

Fidds had no real way to object so he let Stan lead him away from their friends, Ford disappearing from his line of sight the farther they went making him sigh sadly.

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Fidds was nervous as he helped Stan skate to the far side of the lake, far away from their friends cheering on Thistle, far away from Ford doing his own expedition making his debt to Stan moot and more importantly far enough away where his dad wouldn’t hear them yell if they ran into trouble. His knees were shaking so bad Stan had to help keep them both from toppling over putting most of the weight on his wobbly legs.

“This should be far enough,” Stan declared grabbing tightly onto Fidds who nearly fell down once more this afternoon and glared at Stan.

“Why did we have to go out so far? We could have practiced where we were at,” he groused with an eye roll, he was already tired having to drag his much larger friend all the way across the lake as he had done.

“I don’t want Carla seeing me fall on me ass, that’s why,” he spat once more dragging Fidds down with him so they could both sit on the icy surface for rest.

“I think she saw that enough while ya dragged us both out here,” Fidds grumbled ignoring the murderous look in his friend’s eyes to look back from where they came, their friends mere outlines now. Ford was all the way back there too, it felt like it was a waste of time for Tyler to have given him a sample of the love potion now, not like he would get a chance to really use it.

“I want to come back over there more skilled then that jerk and yer gonna help me!”

Fidds shook his head, he couldn’t believe he thought he could learn a skill like this in a single afternoon.

He tried to point this simple fact out but Stan refused to listen, thinking he would learn enough, sweep Carla off her feet with his new moves and leave Thistle crying when he was done with him (his description, not Fiddleford’s).

Fidds shook his head and accepted Stan wasn’t going to listen, the sooner he grew bored, the sooner they could return to the others and maybe enjoy the afternoon.

To Fidds surprise, it actually wasn’t terrible being out alone with Stan like this.

It was rather, dare he say it, fun. Stan was his rough abrasive self as usual, but Fidds rather liked his determination to see through his ridiculous goal. Under all the snark, he was willing to learn, taking Fidds’s hand and even being gentle with him as he began to calm down.

Fidds was smiling brightly when Stan finally learned to balance on his own (giving his own abused back a break) and it only grew as Stan began to skate around him (albeit on shaky legs but without his assistance none the less).

“Hey, hey Fidds,” Stan called that bolt of enthusiasm passing right from him and shocking Fidds as well as he shakily balanced on one leg, arms awkwardly spread keeping his balance, “I’m finally gettin’ it!”

Stan, unsurprisingly tripped over his own feet soon after but Fidds very happily went to help him get up.

“Hey, Fidds, what’s that over there?”

Fidds tilted his head to see what Stan was referring to but saw nothing, when he said he didn’t see it, Stan rolled his eyes and grabbed him pulling him down completely beside him. Fidds’s butt smacked hard against the ice yet again making the boy scowl towards his friend but Stan didn’t give him time to say a snide remark as he grabbed his head and turned it roughly, pointing his finger out towards whatever he had seen.

Fidds squinted, near sighted as he was he almost missed it completely but as he slid his glasses up from the bridge of his nose where they had fallen back into place, he let out a gasp. Stan let out loud, gruff laugh at his reaction, slapping him on the back and calling him blind before hauling him up with him ‘to go get a betta look’.

Fidds would have been just fine staying where he was but his arguments were caught in his throat and nothing came out but stuttering half made protests.

So along with Stan he went to brave the unknown, the unknown in this case being what appeared to be a large tooth sunk into the lake. As if some creature lost it when trying to eat its last prey on this very lake…

Fidds for once in this afternoon didn’t mind holding onto to his friend as they made their way closer to the protruding tooth.

Fidds held his ground, skidding to a halt before they could arrive in front of the foreign object causing Stan to trip over himself once more bringing Fidds down with him. Luckily for Fidds (and not so lucky for Stan) the fall down wasn’t bruising this time as he landed on top of soft Stan, who growled loudly in annoyance.

He shoved Fidds off him in a huff as he clamored up on to his feet and yanked Fidds up with him who was scowling and content on staying where he was on the ground then going another step farther towards that thing in the ice.

Stan loosened his hold when they rose and shrugged giving a sympathetic side glance to the panic in Fidds eyes, silently telling him to stay behind if he wanted but he was going to take a closer look.

Fidds watched him slide his way across the ice, catching himself from falling on the protruding tooth before throwing a sly smile behind him towards Fidds and letting loose a loud amused whistle that made Fidds’s knee begin to shake and him to lose his balance a little on the ice.

“Grow a pair, Fidds,” Stan grunted touching the tooth, “It’s a tooth.”

“But where did it come from?” Fidds whispered laying his own shaking palm on the tooth, “I don’t like this Stan, we should go back.”

“A dinosaur,” Stan said with a shrug, Fidds highly doubted that running his fingers across the large bicuspid, it appeared to be human. That thought made a shudder run down his spine, something not only dangerous but smart. They would be doomed it returned for its tooth.

Before Fidds could remark to that, the tooth shifted making them both fall backwards, Fidds landing hard and with a loud yelp.

Another clash hit the ice sending the two flying in the opposite direction. Stan holding tight onto Fidds. Fidds was in full panic, not quite thinking as he tried to scramble away from Stan’s firm grip on him as the monster hit against the ice again.

The tooth bobbing down making icy cold water splash hard against the two making them cuddle closer together.

Something happened that Fidds wouldn’t be forgetting soon that would be on his mind for the next couple of nights once his panic over this event eased up.

His lips hit against Stan’s, brushing against them and Stan didn’t pull away. He let them kiss, it was odd and rough and not the kiss Fidds had wanted today so he pulled away the second he could.

He turned his head away from Stan who almost looked disappointed but the moment was gone for now.

Their focus instead was on the tooth that suck under the ice and was pulled away by whatever was under there leaving a large hole where the tooth once was.

Without wasting anymore time, they were both up and hurrying back to where they came from.

If Fidds was less panicked about the monster that had just nearly made them his lunch, maybe Fidds would have been more nervous about how tight Stan clasped his hand.

As of now, it was more comforting and felt like the only thing keeping his mind focused and not a blur of panicked, wild thoughts of what may have happened.

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Fidds was yelling as he made his way back to the other side of the lake Stan at his heels slipping across the lake since he had tossed his skates somewhere to make it across faster.

His pa was the first to grab him, pulling him off the ice.

“Fiddleford Hadron McGucket,” he said sternly, “What in the world has gotten into you boy? And why are ya soaking wet!”

“There…there…” he gasped out teeth clattering too hard for him to really get the words out right, “Was something under there!”

“Under where?” Tate said setting him down and looking him over sternly.

“The Lake!!” Stan screeched flailing his arms around, “We found its tooth….!!!”

“It’s tooth?!” Ford cried out pushing his way into the front of the crowd forming of their friends.

“It was giant!” Fidds squeaked out making his dad give him a stern glare shutting him up instantly.

Tate McGucket wasn’t a patient man by any stretch and he certainly wasn’t the type to hear out anything he considered ‘nonsense’ or ‘abnormal’ anything that couldn’t easily be explained.

He had enough the second his son came screaming, both he and his friend soaked to the bone in this weather after getting into something they shouldn’t have been into. He was ready to hand out punishment when his son began spinning wild tales a mile a minute about something that wasn’t real to get out of the wrong doing he and his friend had gotten into.

He took his son firmly by the shoulders and shook him instantly silencing his stammered out, incomprehensible wild story.

His look alone told his son he was in trouble but instead of letting it lie, his son continued to dig his own grave.

“Pa…please…pa…ya gotta believe me! There is somethin’ underneath the lake and it almost got me and Stan! We gotta do somethin’….!”

“We aren’t doin’ anything Fiddleford!” Tate hissed shaking him a little harder, “I don’t know what I have to tell you to get you to see, these things aren’t real. They are in yer head boy. You are doing nothing but making yourself sound like a mad man and I will not hear another word of this. March to the house and get yerself into something dry, we’ll discuss this later.”

“But Pa---“

“MARCH!”

Fidds was running towards the house at that, his friends looking towards him with sympathy but none wanting to cross Tate McGucket in this mood.

None but Mabel Pines who never backed down from a challenge.

She firmly told her boys to go check on Fiddleford and chased the rest of the crowd away with a glare as she lead Tate into his office for a talk.

Stan tried to stay and listen but Mabel wouldn’t let him hear a word shooing him off to check on his friend. The only thing he heard was Mabel firmly telling Tate she was taking his son for the evening.

---

Fidds shut the bathroom door tightly behind him, letting out a shaky sob, his teeth still clattering hard as tears just began to fall ungracefully from his eyes.

He heard the Stan twins hushed whispers about how to handle this situation outside the door way but didn’t respond to them. He didn’t know what to say, their arguing outside in the hallway was just making him feel worse. He brought this out in them. Everything was going ok but he made this situation the way it was by panicking like he always did. By being a coward. They could have had a fun afternoon together, surrounded by their friends that ended well, if he wasn’t always so scared to speak up.

“Stanly, you are an idiot!” he heard Ford hiss to his brother, “Why did you pick a fight with his dad like that!! You know how he is!!”

“At least I am a good enough friend to say something, at all!”

Fidds sank on the floor, holding his hands tight over his ears, grasping at some of the loose hair around his ears. His breathing began to quicken as he heard Ford throw the first punch at his brother and Stan’s cut off swear word.

He felt lost in his own sea of bad thoughts, each harsher with criticism of him then the last. His dad was right, he was crazy. There was something very wrong with him and he just drug everyone around him down with him. Stan could have died because he didn’t protest. Ford was hurt now because he was too cowardly to open the door and tell them to stop fighting.

His mind started to slow down as he heard Mabel enter the room and command her great nephews go wait for her in the car which there were no objections to.

She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around the young boy and kissing him on the head, assuring him it was gonna be ok. She was here.

The very idea he wasn’t alone was all the comfort he needed he found melting into her strong arms.

---

That night he went home with the Pines and felt warmer then he had in years. After a large dinner with seconds and a heated game of Don’t Wake Stalin (that Stan kept cheating at),

Mabel tucked another blanket around the sleeping boys and then bent down to give Fidds a gentle kiss, running her fingers through his hair coaxing him to go to sleep.

She then whispered, “And remember, sweat pea, if you want free samples in the future just ask.”

Before kissing his now red ears and pulling another blanket around him as well, giving him another kiss on the forehead that she knew he lacked in his life before rising up and turning up the heater before disappearing from the room.

Fidds clung to the edges of the blanket, a smile growing across his face as he fell fast asleep feeling like he belonged somewhere for the first time in his life.

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