#Drabblecember

[jokerislandgirl32]

New Beginnings: A Wild Violet One Shot

Okay so I’m super behind in the game, but I wanted to complete at least a couple pieces for the Drabblecember challenge, and even though it’s the 29th of December, I decided to go ahead and share this piece with you all. It became more of a one shot than a Drabble, I hope that it okay! It is a very important piece to me because it signifies a very special moment in the relationship between my f/o Zach and s/i Violet. And this is the first fanfic piece I’ve posted in forever, so yeah! I can write again!

The prompt I am using for this piece is Day 1: Winter Weather.

Word Count: 1,662

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Mentions of loss of child, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, light angst, one mild curse word, kissing/makeout session, a few suggestive comments (but nothing explicit/nsfw). If any of this triggers you please do not read! I don’t want to hurt anyone!

Placing the story below a cut, there is a second part, so I may update this post/link it at another time! Enjoy!

Selfship Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed 😊):

@snailchans-imaginarium @crunch-crunch-eat-a-bunch @changingcore @bitchywitchheart @stoatsapphic @3qu1us-main @kittycatkissez @benreillyswife @creativegenius22 @genderqueer-bithing @serenitytodd1234 @mailiow @celestetheseaunicorn

POV: This takes place during the Under Frozen Pond Episode, so here are some Zach screenshots from said episode 🥰!

The cold weather of the winter season enveloped me as I lay in the snow. I wore my husband’s scarf and trench coat, my own gray gloves, and a lilac hat that once belonged to my mother. I looked up to the bright blue sky, and breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I exhaled.

I’d run away from Zach after we’d had an argument about my recent health concerns. Zach was bound and determined to keep me confined to the plane until we returned to the city for me to see my doctor, but I was tired of being cooped up all day.

To be fair he’d gotten his way most days for nearly two weeks because I’d been too sick to even leave our bedroom, but today I’d felt well enough to join him while he surveyed the location for the Annual Villain’s Meeting.

As Zach was wrapping his former winter coat and scarf around me my hopes of breaking free from my confinement to enjoy the cold weather were crushed when I’d gotten sick to my stomach yet again. I narrowly avoided becoming sick all over his shiny winter boots, and Zach grimaced and gagged for a few minutes until my sick spell subsided. He composed himself after I’d come up for air from the trash can he’d ordered Tan to bring to me while Cro cleaned up the mess.

Zach pulled a box of mints out of his pocket and emptied a few in my palm, something he’d started doing nearly two weeks before when I’d first started getting sick, “We’re going to have to get you to the doctor, Vi, you should’ve been over the virus by now, I was over it after a day….this isn’t normal.”

“I know,” I whispered, itching to tell him my suspicions, but I just couldn’t face it, not yet, not after what had happened in July.

I opened my eyes, looking to the sky again, wondering if she was looking down on me with those green eyes so like her father’s, the red hair like her grandmother’s, and my face with the freckles Zach and I both had during childhood.

If she was here things would’ve been very different…but I knew it was best not to dwell on that, it would just depress me again. I tried to focus on the positive: she was now our guardian angel. And if what I suspected was happening, I knew we needed her protection now more than ever.

Zach’s shrill voice met my ears as he called out my name. I lifted my head up far enough to see him slipping and sliding his way toward me over the ice. I laughed and sat up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to see him fall flat on his ass. It reminded me so much of when we’d gone skating the first time a couple years before. I’d never skated in my life and Zach had very little experience himself so it was quite a comical sight.

While he wobbled his way toward me, his curses becoming louder by the second, I thought how much I’d like to go skating with him right then, but I knew with what was happening to me that it probably was not the safest option.

Zach finally reached me, and I flopped back down on the snow, exhausted from my uncontrollable laughter. Zach loomed over me, his legs spread so that my legs were between his, if I’d reached up and pulled him down it would have been a very compromising position.

Zach didn’t seem to notice because he was so absorbed in his own anger, he planted his hands on his hips and took the opportunity to yell at me, “what’s so funny?”

“You trying to walk on the ice, you’re as graceful as a hippopotamus,” I laughed, trying to catch my breath and wiping tears from my eyes.

“I am far more graceful than a hippo platter mouth or whatever,” he hissed, not amused by my comments. Zach turned away and walked in the direction of the plane motioning for me to follow him, “come on and get up, it’s freezing out here…”

I sat up with the full intention of following him, but a wave of nausea stopped me in my tracks. I slowly lowered my head back to the ground taking calming breaths, Zach had turned back to yell at me, “VIO…Vi?”

“I need a minute,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand.

Zach crunched his way back over to me through the snow and sat down beside me, his brows knitted in concern, “are you okay?”

I shook my head and he took my free hand in his, wrapping our gloved fingers tightly together, he laid down on his back beside me and we held hands, looking at each other silently until I was able to speak again.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, smiling weakly at him.

Zach lifted his head, and pulled his hand free of mine, “no you’re not, we have to get you to the doctor and find out what’s going on, Violet…I’ll call Donita and Gourmand and we’ll reschedule….”

“No, Zach…” I whined, I covered my face with my hands to hide the tears that threatened to escape, “I’m fine…I’m just sick is all, it’s because, well…Zach…I think we’re pre…”

I pulled my hands away and looked at his face, etched with confusion and curiosity, I couldn’t tell him here, not yet…I had to be sure…so I quickly changed the conversation, “do you remember when we first went ice skating a couple years ago?”

Zach’s face went slack for a minute, and his eyes widened, he lowered his head to the snow again, staring at the sky in confusion before he looked back at me, “uhhh, yeah?”

I quickly covered my near omission, “I think we’re perfectly happy like we were then…yes we’ve had sickness come our way, but we’re not going to let that stop us from being happy and doing what we need to do, right? We’ll just get up and try again after falling down, we can’t let this sickness stop us from enjoying our day…”

Zach’s face contorted with bewilderment again, “so…uhhh, you wanna go skating?”

I giggled, pulling his gloved hand into mine and kissing the top of his hand, “No, that’s not what I meant…even if I wanted to I can’t, but no, no, no…Zach, that’s not my point, my point is, we can’t let me being sick ruin our day, I’m just a little sick that’s all, after today I’ll get a doctors appointment, and we’ll take it from there…one step at a time.”

Zach, nodded his head slowly, still looking unsettled by our situation and conversation, “okay…then….”

I released his hand and grinned, waving my arms around me in the snow, “that’s settled!”

Zach snickered, “are you making a snow angel?”

I stopped moving my arms and glanced to either side of me, I hadn’t done it intentionally, but I indeed had a pair of snow angel wings started, “I guess so…wanna join me?”

“Join you?” Zach scoffed, moving to stand up, he rolled his eyes, “it’s childish, frivolous…”

I resumed waving my arms and moving my legs to complete the angel, “it’s fun…one of my favorite cold weather activities…”

Zach huffed and grabbed my hand, plopping into the snow beside me, he reluctantly started making his own snow angel, “this is humiliating…if Donita and Gourmand see us…”

“They’ll think it’s cute,” I giggled, and I sat up long enough to give him a peck on the cheek.

I peered out of the corner of my eyes and snickered as a blush crept across his pale features that were already tinted red from the cold, “oh no you don’t,” he hissed, moving from beside me to straddling me within seconds.

I could not stop giggling as Zach’s flustered face hovered inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head, “think you can just tease me and get away with it, do ya?”

“N-no!” I gasped between laughs, Zach smirked and closed the space between us, kissing me. My giggles subsided as he deepened the kiss, I reached my hands up and grasped either side of his face, pulling his face closer to me, earning a moan from him, “minx,” he mumbled against my lips. He then trailed his lips across mine and from my nose to my chin. He gave me one quick kiss on my nose and sighed. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispered, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head and stood up, “come on, let’s get you back to the plane, laying in this cold weather can’t be good for you.”

I relented and sat up, I held my hands to him and he helped me to my feet, I bounced slightly as I stood up, earning a laugh from Zach, “always enthusiastic…”

Zach released my hands and offered his arm to me, I giggled and wrapped my arms around his bicep, “such a gentleman,” I teased.

He smirked, “I try.”

We started walking back to the plane, and I abruptly stopped. I untangled myself from Zach’s arm and walked back to our snow angels, Zach called out, “what’s wrong?”

I stood in front of the snow angels and whispered a quiet prayer, “please protect this one,” I placed my hands into the middle of my snow angel, fanned out to look somewhat like a butterfly, I felt a tear trickling from my eye, and I brushed it away.

I quickly rejoined Zach who’d raised an eyebrow at me, “was that for Alexandria?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, biting my lip, Zach continued giving me an awkward stare, but he wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my stomach, unknowingly answering his own question with the simple yet touching gesture.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Drabblecember | Day 7: Snowed In | Absolute Corruption

Warnings: 18+

This one may be longer and have a twist because I am on a Dad!Hector high

"Then you take one of the Chance cards," Rowan explains, reaching over the board to tap on the orange cards.

Just as Hector is about to take one his phone rings. His face lights up when he sees Ada's face on the screen.

"Hello, beautiful," He answers.

"Hector," She sounds stressed on the other end.

"Is everything alright?"

"The storm is getting worse," She sighs, "Maeve, Marie, and I are going to stay the night in town, I don't want to risk getting stuck on the way home with how hard it's coming down."

He looks out the window to see large flakes whiting out the view past the Christmas lights, "That sounds like a good idea."

"How are things up there?"

"Good," He goes to pick up the orange card Rowan had told him to, "Rowan and I are just here playing Monolpoly."

"Oh, be careful she-"

"Hey!" He turns back to the board, swatting her hand away from pulling money from the bank.

"... Likes to cheat," She chuckles when she hears her sister's shrill giggle.

"I'll keep that in mind," He says.

"There should be leftover pizza in the fridge if you want it."

"We'll make do," He assures her, reaching over to ruffle Rowan's hair, "And we'll see you tomorrow?"

"As soon as the weather lets up," She says, "I Promise."

*****

The sound of his phone makes Hector jump. He blinks sleep from his eyes and reaches over for it. Worry floods him when he sees Ada's name and picture on the screen.

"Adeline?" He asks immediately, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, baby," She says and he relaxes.

"Are you alright?"

The line is quiet for a moment then he hears her exhale, "Yeah, I'm fine."

He pulls the phone away to look at the time, "It's past midnight, amor."

"I know. I..." She trails off for a moment.

"Adeline?"

"I miss you."

"Amor," His voice is soft, trying to not wake the girl asleep on top of him, "I miss you too."

He hears the sound of a car horn and someone shouting.

"Hey, fuck you!" She yells back, her voice distant from moving her phone.

"Fucking assholes," She grumbles, bringing the phone back to her face.

"What was that?" He asks, "I thought you said you were at a hotel."

"I came outside for a smoke."

She doesn't normally light up this late unless... "Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I'll be fine," She sighs, "Did Rowan give you any trouble?"

"Never," He grins, "After kicking my butt at Monopoly, we put on a movie and it looks like we both fell asleep before it finished."

She smiles at the thought of two of her favorite people snuggled on the couch together.

"She's trying to steal you from me."

"She might be a bit young for me," He admits, "And as much as I care for her, I love her sister more than anything."

"I love you too, Hero."

[lieutenantselnia]

Drabblecember Day 7 - Stuck Inside

pairing: Davy Jones x Selena Finley

word count: 1 764

summary: The Flying Dutchman's ability to sail underwater has helped the crew in many precarious situations, but it is always something frightening for new crew members when they experience it for the first time. Selena is no exception, but luckily she has someone to look out for her.

tags: a bit of everyday life aboard the Dutchman, just a little bit of worldbuilding too I guess (both in terms of self-shipping and general universe lore), early relationship stage, Davy and Selena are both awkward about expressing their feelings, Maccus doing his best to be a wingman

warnings: Mentions of drowning/almost drowning I guess? I kept it pretty light and didn't really go into detail, plus it isn't an actual threat in this story, but if you're extremely terrified of the sea, being stuck underwater, or drowning just a heads-up.

author's note: First of all I'm not entirely sure whether I'm happy with this or not ahhh, on one hand I think it's cute and I'm so happy I got to explore a little bit of the universe lore too, but on the other hand I'm not sure if I always knew where I was going with this😅 For example in this particular instance I wasn't sure whether I wanted it to be set before or when they're already a couple, decided to go with the latter one eventually, but they're in kind of an early relationship stage. They feel already comfortable with showing affection or touching each other when they're alone, the issue is just that they're both shy to initiate it^^" I decided to take my own spin on this prompt since I felt this idea would be perfect for Davy, however, I might have gone a bit off track and made the set-up very long before getting to the actual point. I'm so glad I was finally able to write for Davy though, I love him but he's probably also the f/o where I'm the most self-conscious about mischaracterising or misinterpreting him and writing him in a completely wrong way, and sometimes I almost feel intimidated about approaching a story with him ._. Lastly, trying to write an accent in a language that's not your native one certainly is ... an experience.

The storm made its presence known long before it actually arrived. Dark clouds were gathering at the horizon, overshadowing the light of the day, and the air had an unsettling feeling about itself.

Selena stood at the railing, watching as the sunlight faded more and more. A slight nervousness was growing within her chest; it was the first storm she would witness while being aboard the Flying Dutchman. The first ever since that horrifying night, when the winds were furious and the waves were raging, and an unexpectedly strong surge of water just yanked her from the deck of the Diligence to pull her down into the dark, cold water. Selena was sure she would have drowned that night, hadn't the cursed ship found her and picked her up, soaking wet and freezing. The life aboard the Dutchman wasn't an easy one, but it was a life at least.

A rough push from behind snapped her back from her thoughts. She felt a clawed hand on her shoulder and turned around to find Maccus.

"C'mon. The captain wants ta keep an eye on ya when we're going down. Can't have ya get lost at sea another time, hah."

"Down?" Selena frowned as she followed him across the deck. She knew of the Dutchman's ability to dive underwater and resurface without any damage on neither ship nor crew, but in the weeks she had been here, she had never had to experience it herself. Until now.

"Would ye rather want to sail right through the storm?" Maccus turned his head to grin at her, showing multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth. "'Cause I doubt that, givin' yer seafaring skills. Trust me, it’ll be easier sailing below."

Selena scrunched her nose. She knew he was probably right, but that still didn't make her nervousness go away. "It might be better than a storm, but it doesn't sound like the most pleasant thing either. It's just something new to me, that's all."

"That's why the captain 'imself is gonna have a watch over ye", Maccus said in a smug voice. He gestured Selena to follow him, leading her to the captain's quarters. Other crew members were running across the deck, even though the Dutchman didn't need a lot of preparation before going below the surface, they wanted to be sure that nothing would go wrong.

Davy Jones opened the door to his quarters upon Maccus’ knocking, his gaze darting between the hammerhead shark and Selena.

"I brought ya the lassie. Figured she better not be on the open deck during her first dive."

The captain's gaze softened in a barely noticeable way, and he stepped aside to let Selena in, before turning his attention to Maccus again. "Order tah men ta start going down. They shall not veer off th' course, sail straight away undah tha storm."

"Aye, cap'n!" Maccus returned to the way he came from, and Selena could just hear him start to yell orders before Davy closed the cabin door.

"Is the first dive frightening?", she asked. Davy seemed to think for a moment before he responded. "Tha new sailors always dread it. It certainly be an … unsettling experience for those once mortals. Many of them say it feels unusual or unpleasant, but most of them adjust in a short time. I’ve been doin’ it fer so long, I … cannae remember what it was like in tha beginning."

His eyes became a little clouded as the memory seemed to pain him. Selena didn’t say a word, but reached out to gently take Davy’s right hand, squeezing it lightly. His tentacle-like index finger responded immediately to the action, wrapping around her hand as if it wanted to make sure she didn’t let go. Davy gave her a thankful look, before leading her to one of the windows. His beard tentacles were writhing calmly around his shoulders, and his whole demeanour had softened slightly, like every time they were alone.

"Yah might feel like ye're drowning when we’re going underwater, but it will pass, alright? Ye're bound ta the Dutchman now. She will not be leavin' ya behind."” His gaze became a little more tender, and he leaned a little closer. “I will not be leavin’ ya behind”, he muttered.

All of a sudden, Selena felt a slight jolt going through the hull of the ship, before the floor underneath her feet started to tilt. Instinctively she grabbed Davy’s sleeve with her free hand, while holding onto him a little tighter with the other one. He pulled her closer towards him, just enough so he could wrap his crab claw around her back, securing her where she was standing so she wouldn’t fall over on the uneven ground.

“Maccus must’ve given the signal.” Selena was a little annoyed about how nervous she sounded. But even though Davy assured her that she would be able to get through the dive like every other crew member, the thought of experiencing another time what it felt like to almost drown made her stomach turn, and she took a deep breath to calm the feeling. She felt how Davy started to rub her hand with his thumb in a soothing motion.

“We will stay inside here for this time. It be calmer and there are less things for ya ta worry about than on tha open deck. I think Maccus made a fine decision there.”

“Maccus?” Selena tilted her head. “So he didn’t bring me here on your command?”

Davy shook his head slightly, and a little snort, almost like a chuckle, escaped him. “Nay, he didn’t. But he seems ta keep an eye on ya. He be a proper first mate.”

In the meantime, water had started to seep in, coming through every opening in the ship’s hull and filling up the insides. It was already washing around their feet, and the level rose quickly. On top of everything, Selena also felt a biting cold creeping up her ankles now, and pressed herself closer to Davy.

“It will be alright, Selena.” His gaze caught hers, bright blue eyes captivating her. “Remember, ya will survive this. Even when we’re underwater, breathe. Ye’re bound ta the Dutchman now, and bound ta the sea.”

The water had already risen to Selena’s knees now, and it couldn’t be stopped in its way. She flinched as the cold waves reached her stomach, then her chest, her chin. A few moments later, she and Davy were both completely underwater, the entire room was filled. The Flying Dutchman had completely submerged beneath the stormy sea.

Selena had instinctively closed her eyes and pressed her face into Davy’s beard when it happened. She stayed in this position until she felt something soft gently caressing her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes again, finding that it was one of Davy’s beard tentacles. He looked at her with a tender gaze, his arms wrapped around her a little tighter now.

The first thing that Selena noticed about their surroundings was how clear she could see everything. She remembered how she tried to “dive” in her bathtub as a child, and how blurry it had always been, but this now felt only marginally worse compared to her eyesight above the surface. Apparently, this was one of the positive effects of being bound to a cursed ship. She could see the details on the wooden planks that the ship was made of, and the small barnacles on Davy’s clothes. The captain himself offered an unexpectedly amusing sight in this situation. Unlike usually, his tentacles were not pulled down by gravity now, and were floating more freely, although he seemed to control them enough that they weren’t going all over the place but kept their beard-like shape. He even had used two of them to keep his hat in place.

She had initially held in her breath, as this was an instinct that was hard to suppress, but now Selena felt her chest getting tighter. Davy seemed to notice that she began to struggle, he let go of her with his right hand and brought it to her cheek instead, brushing over her lips with his thumb as if to encourage her to take a breath. Hesitantly, Selena let go of the last bits of air in her lungs, before she had no other choice than to suck in the water that was the only thing surrounding her.

The first breath was unpleasant, even painful, like something heavy pressing on her chest from both in- and outside, along with a burning sensation as her body took in the water where air should belong. Selena contorted her face, but after a few moments, the feeling started to fade again. She tried to take a few more deep breaths, adjusting to this new feeling, and to her relief it seemed that Davy and Maccus told her the truth and it was merely a matter of getting used to it.

When she looked up to Davy again, Selena received the honour of witnessing one of his rare genuine smiles. She couldn’t help to note how natural he looked in this environment, as if he belonged here. She opened her mouth, attempting to saying something, but only a string of barely understandable sounds came out. Davy’s smile turned into more of a grin, and he shook his head, as if to tell her, ‘No talking’. Instead, he leaned forwards to wrap his arms around her and pull her into him, resting his cheek against her forehead. She could feel that he was proud of her, as well as relieved that she took the whole experience so well.

Selena felt how some of Davy’s tentacles started to play with her hair - it was something they seemed to attempt at every opportunity given, whether Davy wanted it or not -, and now she felt a smile forming on her own lips as well. She lifted a hand, caressing a few of them with her fingers, and shifted her body a little to make herself more comfortable in Davy’s embrace. She didn’t know how long the Dutchman intended to stay underwater, or how long it would take to leave the storm behind them, but for now, Selena felt calm and content, far more than she would have expected before all this. She looked out the window, into the vast sea that was far quieter than what she was used to from it, and something that Davy said came up in her mind again, putting a tender smile on her lips. ‘I will not be leavin’ ya behind.’

~~~

end note: I just want to quickly mention that the whole "the Dutchman crew can breathe underwater" thing was not something I came up with. I in fact I once even read a somewhat similar scene in an ancient Davy x oc fanfic here on livejournal (The Isa Chronicles by cazcatharsis in case the link doesn't work, I'm not sure anymore in which chapter though and this website kind of of hell to navigate). I was a bit worried about copying too much, however I dare to say the the general idea is not something that can be copyrighted by a single person, I'm pretty sure there were and are discussions and different headcanons about how the crew is dealing with going underwater. It seems reasonable that their bodies have to adjust in some way, so they would be able to either hold their breath for a much longer time than regular humans or just straight up breathe underwater. As most of them are inspired by fish rather than for example whales, I decided to go with the second option. I'm not sure if I will stick with anything just like I wrote it here, as this whole story is continuously developing and just in its starting phase. I tried to also generally adapt the situation to the context of my storyline, so I figure it shouldn't be an issue?

[mydictionary-yume]

Drabblecember Day 5: Sharing Stories

Word count: 325

Taglist: @make-my-dream, @thechavanator

“What are all those?” Lu asked, eyeing the stack of books Sakuya had brought back with him to her place.

“We’re doing a new show soon, so I wanted to do some role study! Apparently, it’s gonna be based on a European Christmas, so I wanna be sure I get everything right,” he replied cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch.

“Cool! You mind if I hang out here while you do?”

“Of course not, c’mere.”

At his request, Lu joined him on the couch, lying her head in his lap as he cracked open one of the books, beginning to read aloud.

His tone was even and relaxed, yet at the same time light and energetic. He kept his voice low, making sure only Lu could hear his murmurs of random facts, stories, and his own little interjections about what he thought was interesting or noteworthy.

As he spoke, Sakuya lazily caressed Lu’s hair, weaving his fingers through her thick tresses as he scratched here and carded there, finding himself unable to let go. It was a rare opportunity, and who was he to not take advantage of it? It didn’t matter that it may have been absent-mindedly, it was a nice feeling to let their roles switch once in a while, to give her some comfort after the stress he knew she was struggling with.

It was the perfect remedy for the exhaustion she felt, Lu decided, closing her eyes as she savored the moment, every bit of it feeling just right, like she was home. Before she knew it, her breathing slowed, growing deeper and slipping further and further from consciousness with each one.

“Lu?”

It was too late. She was far gone in the realm of sleep, finally allowing herself to rest. Sakuya smiled, running his fingers through her hair one last time before leaning down to place a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Good night, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[canonfatbisexualenby]

❄️Drabblecember Day 2❄️

🥧Baking Together🍪 (prompts by @eternally-smitten)

The sound of Christmas carols rang throughout the Halpeesly (Sara’s makeshift name for their little family) kitchen. She was currently helping Pam make gingerbread cookies while Jim watched ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ with the kids.

“Could you pass me the butter please?” Pam asked, her eyes currently on a decades old cookbook. She was convinced newer recipes weren’t going to be as ‘authentic to the Christmas experience’. The book had been in Pam’s family for years, so Sara honestly thought it was cute.

She walked over to the kitchen island and passed Pam a glass measuring cup full of cubed butter. Pam smiled to say ‘thank you’.

Sara peered at the small flurry of snowflakes coming down outside. This was her first Christmas with a full family unit since she was about 16.

Most previous Christmases consisted of spending the day with her Uncle Mike, watching ‘A Christmas Story’ and ordering Chinese takeout. She loved her uncle Mike, and he her, but she as she got older she grew increasingly aware of the fact they spent their Christmases together as adults mostly because there was no one else to share it with at the time.

Before she could reminisce too much, she felt a hand against her shoulder. “Wanna help make the dough?” Pam squeezed and smiled sweetly.

Sara nodded and gingerly rubbed her thumb against Pam’s hand.

Sara walked over to the array of ingredients about on the counter. She thought of the many times she had tried to cook with her old family. It had usually ended in frustrated tears and/or hurt feelings. She was suddenly nervous.

She knew Pam was much more patient and forgiving than her parents. But she still feared making some kind of ‘grave’ error.

When she moved in with her uncle, she suddenly had to learn all the tips and tricks about cooking for two she could. She figured that’s why she had a somewhat ‘odd’ relationship with food.

“So...” she started, turning on the faucet to wash her hands “-how do we start?” Pam turned toward the recipe book, peering at the instructions.

“I’ve already mixed all the dry ingredients together, so you don’t have to worry about that step.” Pam scratched her cheek, leaving a mark of flour behind. Sara giggled.

Pam looked a tad puzzled but smiled back nonetheless. “After that is the somewhat tricky part. We have to beat the butter and add brown sugar and molasses next.”

Sara nodded, drying her hands on a red towel embroidered with a cardinal. She eyed the the large hand mixer.

Pam walked closer and looked at Sara. “Would you like to do it?” Sara thought for a moment and decided possibly ruining the whole batch/plan wasn’t worth the task. She passed the mixer to Pam.

She started the device, gently placing it in the bowl. The butter turned into a creamy mixture. “Could you measure out the molasses and brown sugar, hun?” Pam asked. Sara walked back to the island, a tad relieved her task was simple.

“How much do we need?” she asked, opening the bag of sugar. “We’re making a small batch, so...” Pam thought for a second “Three fourths cup, packed, for the sugar and two thirds of a cup for the molasses please!” Pam quipped cheerily. Sara smiled and started measuring.

Jim walked in grinning “It already smells so good!” He was carrying Phillip in one arm and holding Cece’s hand with the other. The little girl had wet eyes and a prominent frown.

“Oh, what’s the matter?” Pam looked with a concerned expression. “I think she’s a little tired.” Jim replied. Cece gently rubbed at her eyes.

Sara continued measuring out the molasses into a small cup. She honestly got a little nervous during ‘family moments’ like these, because even though in her heart she knew she belonged here, the small insecure part of her brain told he she was intruding or imposing or whatever.

“I need to wash up a bit, could you help Jim with putting the kids to sleep, please?” Pam asked. Sara turned and smiled, nodding. “Of course. I’ll let you finish this up and get clean.” Sara replied.

After the kids were sleeping, Jim and Sara headed back to the kitchen. The carols were off and the kitchen wasn’t quite as fragrant, but a small touch of whimsy still hung in the air.

Pam was cleaning up the mess the cooking had made. She smiled as they entered “There’s my two favorite loves.” She walked over to the both of them, stretching up on her toes to plant a kiss on Jim’s cheek, then leaned down to give one to Sara. Her hair smelled like cinnamon and clove.

“If one of you could, please be a dear and put the dough in the fridge to chill.” Sara nodded and shuffled away shyly from Pam and Jim, still giddy over her kiss.

“Doesn’t that need to chill for a few hours?” she heard Jim say as she placed the discs of dough into the refrigerator. Pam mumbled ‘mm hm’. Sara had never made these before and was suddenly concerned with the chunk of time they had in front of them.

She also felt awkward in moments like these, where it was just her, Pam and Jim together. She knew he was a nice guy, but still worried he held some kind of resentment towards her for the fiasco in ‘07 and the fact Pam had feelings for her. Another part of her occasionally insecure inner voice.

“We should finish the movie!” Pam said as Sara closed the fridge door. “Of course.” Jim replied. She looked over and Pam and Jim were peering at her, as if waiting for her input. Her heart fluttered. “Let’s go!” She smiled.

They got comfortable in the living room. Pam dimmed the overhead bulbs so the Christmas tree served as the main source of light. Jim brought out Grandma/Ms.Beesly’s various quilts. Sara made sure the television wasn’t too loud as not to wake the kids.

Pam sat next to her and placed a quilt on the both of them. Jim sat next to Pam, putting her in the middle. The movie resumed and Sara felt content in this very nice moment.

Taglist 🏷️ (if you would like to be added or removed please don’t hesitate to ask): @deadlock @gideongrovel

[fagcrush]

Drabblecember Day 12 - Snowball Fight

Ship: Wallace/Mi (Scott Pilgrim)

Word count: 516

Summary: Mi approaches Wallace in the most mature way possible.

“But the thing is, the Sonic Bible has had basically no bearing on any Sonic media! It’s hardly even been referenced!”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Not even the quilting circle thing!”

“Fascinating.”

“Wallace? Have you heard a word I said?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“Come on! This is-”

SPLAT.

From nowhere, a snowball hit Scott hard in the face. “Oh! Jeez, if you wanted me to shut up you could have just said it!”

“As much as I’d love to take credit for that hilarious hit, it came from the opposite-” 

SPLAT

This time, Wallace was hit, square in the face, and the assaulter came out from behind the nearby tree, laughing maniacally. “I didn’t think I’d get you both!” He cackled, stepping in front of the two standing with his hands on his hips and feet shoulder-length apart. “So much for ‘Toronto’s greatest fighter,’ huh Scotty boy!”

“You know, Mi, usually people just say ‘hello,” Wallace said dryly. “Scott deserves it, but if you wanted me back, you could have just said ‘Hey! Want to fuck again?’”

“Don’t be stupid! I’m done with you!” Mi snapped with a huff. “And this is my revenge for you breaking my heart!” 

“I don’t think beating you in a drinking contest exactly qualifies as ‘heartbreak.’” 

“Do you two have to have relationship drama here?” Scott whined pathetically. “You’re already giving me a headache.”

“Shutit!” Mi threw another snowball, but this time Scott easily dodged, clearly frustrating Mi even more than he already was.

Wallace stared his raging ex down for a second before sighing. “Look Mi, why don’t we solve this like adults.” He gathered some snow and packed it into a small ball. 

Mi chuckled and took a step closer, lining himself up against his new rival and flipping his ponytail behind his shoulder. “Oh it’s on.”

WALLACE WELLS VS MI WILLIAMS: FIGHT

Snow flew between the pair, some balls missing and some smacking against shoulders, chests, and faces. The two were locked in a fierce dance as they stepped between each other, and Scott was forgotten on the side, staring dumbfounded at this completely pointless battle. It wasn’t long until both parties were laughing as they fought, seemingly forgetting their argument and genuinely having fun. 

The battle would be sadly cut short, however. As he stepped a bit too close to his target, Mi slipped on a patch of ice and fell to the ground, knocking Wallace right down with him and landing on top of the other man.

Now laying in the snow, the former couple gazed at each other a moment, panting as their eyes locked. It was mere seconds before their lips met, kissing again and again, each more fervent than the last. When they finally pulled away, Wallace was quick to suggest, “Want to ditch Scott and come to my place?”

“Hell yeah,” Mi responded, getting up and pulling Wallace up to wrap an arm around him.

“You can find a place to stay for the night, right Scott?” Wallace asked as the two walked off. “If not, snow’s not too bad to lay in!” 

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

Drabblecember 30: Morning Routine

Word Count: 100

Universe: Gravity Falls

"Augh, I'm late!"

Emerson bounded down the stairs, fumbling with their apron strings as they skidded around the corner. Early-riser tourists already crowded the gift shop. Melody waved to them from behind the counter, concern lightly dusting her features. They skittered to the kitchen.

"Whoa, hey dude," Soos said, missing Junior's face with the spoonful of yogurt by at least an inch. "You're not still here, usually! Did you get a day off?"

"Haha! Nope." Emerson ripped a bagel from the bag and shoved it into their mouth dry. "Slept in. Gotta go. Bye, Soos!"

Soos waved peaceably– Junior, too.

[moved-to-mettatonsbestie]

drabblecember day 6 - sharing a jacket

“Ugh, my hair is getting wet!” Mettaton exclaimed, crossing his arms and pouting slightly. He looked at Oliver almost pathetically, all she could do was sigh. 

“That is what the rain does, Mettaton. Didn’t you grow up here?” Oliver asked, gesturing to the region of Waterfall that was around them. 

“Yes, but that was before I got a body that could experience dampness, darling!” Mettaton replied, looking close to tears. 

“Oh my god… Fine, take my jacket,” she relented, passing over her coat. Yet when he looked at her like she hung the moon, it made it all worth it. 

[surfshipping]

Drabblecember Day 1- Cold Weather

[Deltarune]

[Oc x Canon- Jack Modem and Spamton G. Spamton]

(This is really rushed so it’s not my proudest work. But I need to get back into the swing of writing and thought a Drabble would be fun :-] It’s self indulgent, anyhow!)

“Put on a coat! It’s cold out there.”

Jack insistently put a large red and white coat into the arms of Spamton, who was protesting against the action.

“I DON’T NEED [25% Off All Coats This Season!]”

“Spams, I don’t want you to catch a virus or something.”

“WHAT ARE YOU, MY [Mama Hochi]??! I’M FINE WITH THE [cold never bothered me anyway]”

Jack gave a frown of disapproval- they didn’t want to come off as overbearing, but still felt concern.

“Well… ok. If you won’t wear yours, that’s your decision. I won’t wear mine, either.”

“HUH?”

The program slipped off their jacket and placed it on the couch nearby. “Time to hit the town, then.”

“WAIT!! YOU CAN’T JUST [go wild and free]-“

“And why not? What’s different about you and me?”

“YOU- YOU-“

Spamton grumbled. As far as he could think, he couldn’t think of a single reason why they should be wearing their coat that wouldn’t apply to him.

With a sigh, he picked up the fluffy coat (of which he had refused to hold and promptly dropped on the floor) and put it on.

“YOU MAY HAVE [won] THIS TIME, BUT DON’T THINK ILL [Ben Dover] BACKW3RDS TO YOUR EVERY [whimsey]!!”

Jack just giggled at his response. They had gotten slightly used to him being so dramatic- he was certainly the most eccentric person they knew. They also know he doesn’t like being told what to do, so when they feel that he’s making a particularly brash or otherwise unwise decision, they’d have to try to outsmart him.

They slipped on their own light blue coat and opened the door.

“Alright, let’s go!”

｡☆。

The two walked along the sidewalk. It never actually snowed, since water would be threat to a cyber world. But the temperature would always drop, and little holograms of snowflakes would float from the sky as if it were really snowing. The sight always put a smile on Jack’s face. The falling snow always seemed so beautiful to them, regardless of it being artificial. And paired with the city’s lights, it was a sight to see.

Though, the whole time, they couldn’t take their eyes off of Spamton, who was walking slightly ahead of them. He had a big grin on his face, and Jack grinned back.

“Aren’t you glad you put it on?”

“YE4H YEAH. [Keep walking].”

They rolled their eyes lightheartedly and slightly sped up as to catch up with him, grabbing his hand.

The coat kept Jack warm, but Spamton made their heart even warmer.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Drabblecember | Day 13: Movie Marathon | Absolute Corruption

Warnings: 18+

"Hector?" Ada calls and he looks up from the pot he's getting out of the cabinet, "Baby, can you help me?"

He sets it on the counter and steps out into the foyer to find her at the top of the two steps down to the living room. Her arms are full of pillows and blankets with a few candles nestled between them.

The comforter from their bed has tried to escape her hold, the corner of it having fallen and gotten stuck beneath her feet.

"I almost fell," She pouts over the mountain of plush at him, "I think I should have taken a couple more trips."

"Can't be helped now," He hums in agreement, looking her over before his arms wrap around her waist.

His face is wedged between the pillows and her chest when he picks her up, just barely able to see over top of it as he turns and sets her at the bottom of the steps, "There we go. I'll take these."

She watches him with the softest eyes as he takes the candles in his hands and sets them on the coffee table.

She dumps the soft stuff on the floor and jumps at him, making him laugh against her lips when they fall back over the armrest and onto the couch.

"Adeline," He grins, his hands squeezing her hips.

"Sorry," She runs her nose against his cheek, "Thought my hero deserved a kiss."

He lets out a breathy laugh, "I suppose I can't be too upset then."

He pulls her close for another, his beard and mustache rough against her skin.

The couch is covered in pillows and blankets and the candles are lit when Hector comes back in with a very large bowl of popcorn.

The intro of a movie is paused on the TV and Ada waits patiently for him, digging through the box of candy and drinks they'd bought for marathon nights.

"Alright," He sighs, sitting next to her, "What are we watching?"

She wastes no time getting close to him, snuggling into his side so he has to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

"Little Women," She tells him, "Four different versions of it, starting with the 1933 edition."

By the time the 90s version ends Ada is half sat up against one of the arm rests and Hector is asleep, his cheek pressing into her tummy. His arms are firm and unmoving around her hips, keeping her in place as though she could even think about getting up.

[lieutenantselnia]

Drabblecember Day 1 - Cold Weather

pairing: The Horned King x Selena Finley

word count: 883

summary: An old, desolate castle ruin during the winter months is mainly one thing - cold. Especially if you're just a regular mortal human, but the Horned King has his own way of offering Selena a little help with this particular struggle.

tags: pre-relationship, fluff, the Horned King has no clue how to flirt, and don't assume Selena does either

author's note: I haven't fully planned out the circumstances/bigger picture in which the story between the Horned King and my s/i is set, but the first prompt gave me an idea that I just couldn't refuse to write. In this story, Selena lives in his castle and has kind of a servant/assistant role. I want to make a proper Black Cauldron s/i and introduce her with some more background information soon, but for now just imagine Selena's PotC variant with a medieval dress instead I guess. Also I don't know why it's always him who gets me to write, somehow he's just giving me such an easy time with it (not that I'm complaining in the slightest).

Selena shivered and wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to hold off the cold as she walked down the empty hallway, a book pressed to her chest. It became more noticeable with every passing day that winter was approaching Prydain, and the region wasn’t known for being the gentlest towards its inhabitants to begin with.

Living in an old, crumbling castle, that was seemingly more suited for skeletons rather than for people made from living flesh and blood, didn’t particularly help either. The wind was getting in through numerous cracks in the walls everywhere, howling eerily through halls and corridors and – that was certainly the worse thing – bringing in the cold from the outside.

Selena rubbed her upper arms as she kept walking, careful though not to let the book slip from her hold as she pressed it close to her body. The soft echoes of her steps were the only sounds she could hear as she stepped over a small puddle filled with muddy water. The constant moisture especially in the lower levels of the castle was another issue that didn’t make living here exactly more comfortable.

Luckily it wasn’t everywhere as bad as in this particular corridor, in fact, this was one of the more decayed ones, and there were still many rooms left that provided a more tolerable atmosphere. When she finally reached the end, Selena followed the stairs upwards, and further upwards, until she reached a heavy wooden door. She lifted her hand and knocked softly, before opening it slowly after a few moments. Her eyes darted around the rather dimly lit room, before finally landing on a tall, dark figure.

“I have the book, your majesty. Just as you asked.”

The Horned King slowly turned around upon the sound of her voice. He began to approach her in steady, measured steps, and Selena tilted her head back lightly as he towered over her.

“Very good.” He held out his right hand, and she quickly handed the book over to him, her fingers brushing over the leather binding as she let go of it. The king walked over to his throne – or rather what seemed to be a smaller, slightly less intimidating version thereof, which he had here in his private chambers – but before he could take a seat, his gaze fell onto Selena again.

“You’re feeling cold.” It was more of a statement than a question. After a few seconds, Selena nodded.

“Yes, a little. It is getting colder these days, after all.” Her fingers had involuntarily started to fiddle around with the sleeve of her dress. Although it was made from wool and held off the cold enough so she wouldn’t freeze completely, it couldn’t keep up against the wind and constant exposure to low temperatures. It was sufficient to get by, but still far from a comfortable warmth.

“Come here.” The Horned King’s raspy, hollow voice brought Selena back from her thoughts. He beckoned her over to him with a gesture of his hand, and she tentatively made a few steps closer to his throne, until she was standing right in front of him. Even though he was sitting, she didn’t have to look down, he was still on eye level with her, at least.

Selena didn’t know what the king’s intention was, when his bony hand suddenly reached up to the brooch that held his fur stole in place. He stood up as he slipped it off his shoulders, and instead wrapped it around Selena’s back in one smooth motion. His hands carefully put the brooch back into place and closed it above her chest.

“This will keep you warm.”

It took Selena a moment to process what just happened before she could respond. She looked up to the Horned King – the fact that the distance between them was so small right now made their height difference even more obvious –, trying to get a glance at his face. His seemingly empty eye sockets showed no emotion, but there was a tinge of gentleness in his voice.

“I … thank you, your majesty. I appreciate that greatly.” She carefully let her hand run over the fur. The centuries of wearing had made it lose its former shine, and at first glance she couldn’t even determine from which animal it originated. But it still felt soft and, what was even more important, warm.

The Horned King nodded his head lightly. “Now go.” At last, he turned his attention to the book that she had brought him, which had been waiting on the armrest of his seat. For Selena it was the sign that her work here was done for now, and she bowed her head one last time before stepping back and leaving the king’s chambers, closing the door behind her. She didn’t know if it was merely her imagination or the fur stole was actually that effective, but she was starting to feel a pleasant warmth from within, and the memory of him wrapping it around her shoulders in such a careful way was still lingering in her mind. It was safe to assume that the Horned King would want to have his garment back eventually, but at least for today it seemed that Selena wouldn’t have to worry about the cold anymore.

[mydictionary-yume]

Drabblecember Day 24 + 25: Big Get Together + Gift Exchange

Word Count: 1218

Taglist: @make-my-dream @thechavanator @dango-daydreams

Lu softly smiled to herself, gazing over the Mankai dorm’s common room, at all the commotion over the annual Christmas party. It was always an event to remember, at least according to Sakuya, along with a few of her friends outside the company, several of which were also attending for their first time, some for a repeat year. The chatter of the members turned to mush in her ear as she took a sip of her drink, taking a gander at all the attendees.

There were the members of the company, that was a given, she thought as she watched Masumi vying for Izumi’s attention, only for him to notice Lu staring, giving her a nasty scowl. She smirked, gesturing for him to get back to what would be a fruitless endeavor for him. Tsuzuru groaned, taking Masumi’s shoulder to attempt to lead him to grab more snacks, apologizing to their director as he did so.

Looking to the kitchen, she spotted Banri and Juza bickering as usual, this time over whether or not Juza really had enough gingerbread. Isa was at Banri’s side, tugging at his sleeve as she begged him to calm down, telling him it really was up to Juza when he had enough. Hahn only chuckled from where she sat next to Juza, taking his hand as he took another bite, making sure to give Banri a firm scowl before turning back to his partner as they planted a kiss to his cheek.

Lu had to laugh a little at the scene, grateful she wasn’t the one Banri was at the throat of tonight, though she did feel a little sorry for their poor partners.

A quick glance to one of the corners of the room led her to find Free, Taichi, and Azuma talking softly about something or another. Taichi was constantly rubbing her back, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the noise or people at any point, and Azuma kept his voice low as well. It was a peaceful sight, Lu thought, and Free was lucky to be cared for so deeply, especially during this season.

It was a lovely party, and it was a nice feeling to be surrounded by family and friends so closely like this. That was, except for the fact that something was missing. There was one place she kept finding herself drifting to, and for good reason.

Sakuya sat by the window, staring out into the dark courtyard. He had briefly mentioned hoping for a white Christmas to her the day before, but she didn’t expect him to be that invested in attempting to get it to snow, even if his method was to simply sit and stare.

Lu stood to approach him, placing a hand on his back.

“You think staring out there’s gonna make it snow?” She asked, startling him.

“Oh! I mean, you never know, right?” He replied with a nervous giggle.

Lu could only sigh. She set her drink down, dragging her fingers down his arms to find his hands, taking them gently.

“Are you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet,” she noted. Sakuya simply shook his head.

“I’m okay. It’s just… it’s nice. It’s loud and chaotic, but it’s kinda calming,” he responded, a soft smile gracing his features. Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I was worried you were drowning again,” she joked, letting go of his hands to give him a teasing shove. “Oh, by the way, is it fine if I give you my gift now? I doubt I’ll stick around after the party, and there’s only a few more hours left of Christmas.”

Sakuya’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Now?”

“I can stay after if you want, though, it’s fine-“

“No, it’s great! Just let me get yours, okay? Meet me in the courtyard,” he punctuated his request with a peck to her cheek. Lu grinned.

“Gotcha.”

Sakuya waved to Lu as he exited his room, a small, but exquisitely wrapped, present in his hands. She returned the gesture as he sat on the bench next to her.

“Do you wanna go first or should I?” Lu asked, looking to his gift, then back to hers.

“You should go first! Mine’s, uh, kinda special,” Sakuya replied hesitantly.

“Okay. Then, here!”

She held out her gift to him, a small box wrapped in paper lined with hearts, topped with an adhesive bow. He took the gift graciously, carefully tearing into the paper, being as gentle as possible.

What he revealed was a silver necklace, with a dog tag pendant. He brought the tag into his palm, taking a closer look as to what was engraved on it.

On one side, it was his name. On the other, Lu’s. Each was followed by a small heart beneath the name, and Sakuya felt his cheeks heat up at the amount of effort she must have gone through to do all of that for him.

“I tried to get it in a style you might like so you could use it often!” Lu blurted. “Is it okay? Was I close?”

Sakuya hesitated, looking back to the pendant, before tackling Lu into a hug.

“I guess I have my answer!” She said with a giggle.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured into her.

“It’s not much! Kinda pricey, but really, it’s the least I could do! I love you, Saku!”

“I love you too,” he repeated, releasing his hold. “My turn, I guess.”

Sakuya held out his gift to her, displaying the hard work he had put into just the wrapping. Lu took it gently, casually tearing into the paper. What awaited her was a sight to behold. She opened the box, only to gasp at what greeted her.

She was met with a silver ring, engraved with a pink gemstone. Lu stared at her boyfriend, jaw slack. He bashfully scooted slightly closer to her.

“It’s a promise ring,” he started, taking the ring from its box. “I figured that once everything settles down with Mankai, maybe we can too. If you’re up to it, I mean,” he added.

He took her hand, treating it as if it were the most delicate thing on the planet, and slowly slipped the ring on her finger. Lu watched him with careful attention, her breath catching in her lungs.

“I love you,” Sakuya repeated once more, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckle, just like that first day.

Lu couldn’t believe this was happening. She gasped, only to plunge into his arms, stealing his lips for her own. He jumped, but settled into the kiss, allowing it to last as long as they could let it. When they released, it was with a small murmur from Lu.

“I love you too. I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Good.”

Lu sat up properly, raising her head to stare at the sky. She smiled excitedly.

“Saku,” she whispered. “Look.”

He complied, and gasped a little.

“It’s snowing,” he breathed.

“Looks like you got that white Christmas you wanted. Wait, can I change my gift? Can we pretend like this was also my gift?”

“Sure. Maybe it was,” Sakuya replied with a chuckle, scooting closer to Lu to watch the falling snow.

Lu grinned, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas, Saku.”

“Merry Christmas, Lu.”

[canonfatbisexualenby]

Sara hid behind a large oak tree, peeking out to survey the premises. Before she could get a good look, she heard a small voice shout ‘Look out!!’

A sudden blast of cold air whipped near her head, along with the ‘splat’ of a decent sized snowball crashing against her beanie. She heard Pam giggle and turned around.

The other woman dropped her hands when Sara met her gaze and tried to feign an innocent expression. Sara smirked, walking over.

“That was a cheap shot!” Sara laughed, her breath turning to mist. She brushed the bits of snow out of her hair. Pam walked towards her and chuckled, Cece following close behind.

The girls of the family had decided to get in a good snowball fight before holiday shopping later that day. Jim was inside tucking Phillip in for a quick nap.

“I was totally in a compromised position!” Sara proclaimed as Pam grabbed her hands.

“All is fair in love and snowball fights!” Pam laughed. She suddenly looked down and grimaced “You’re not wearing any gloves!”

“Oh, yea, my old pair was super hole-filled. Haven’t had time to replace them.” she blushed slightly.

This was their first December together since The Breakup. Last Christmas season had been a disaster, that was filled with way too many impulsive decisions, including but not limited to flirting with one of her bosses at the time and a heartbreak that had lasted over a year.

She didn’t like to talk about it a lot, but certain items or features (like her old gloves and bottle blonde hair) reminded her of those horrible months. Wondering if she’d ever be able to tell Pam how she felt. Wondering if she’d ever have a family that loved her, like Pam had with Jim.

A sudden caress to her face startled Sara from her thoughts.

“You okay in there, space cadet?” Pam had a mildly worried expression. Sara blinked, composing her own expression. “Yea…just reminiscing.” she chuckled slightly.

Cece grabbed her cold fingers, gingerly, and in that simple gesture her worries floated away.

Sure, their family wasn’t exactly conventional. But it was her family. She was with the woman she loved, who had a husband understanding and openminded enough to accept that sometimes someone is in love with more than one person. And he was willing to include her in their family. She sometimes felt like she’d hit the jackpot.

“Well, we should probably head inside.” Sara smiled widely. She scooped Cece into her arm, grabbing Pam’s hand with the other. Snowflakes scurried over and Sara closed her eyes, enjoying the moment for a few seconds.

[fagcrush]

Drabblecember Day 1: Cold Weather

ship: Duck Newton/Indrid Cold (wasn't going to start with a kin related ship but. Sure!)

Word count: 347

Wheee park ranger bf

Summary: Indrid goes on a camping trip with Duck and Aubrey, but the weather is working against him.

Indrid had tried and tried to reject a winter camping trip. But of course, Aubrey was far too persistent. Kind of dirty, using his feelings and wanting to be close to Duck as leverage, but not surprising of her. 

The show was rather dense, and Indrid thought he might die of frostbite before getting a chance to get closer to Duck. Even Aubrey lighting a campfire wasn’t enough to help keep him warm. He just wanted to return to his nice, heated home.

The mothman was so busy trying to keep himself warm, he didn’t notice Duck sitting next to him until the larger man chuckled. “Man,” the park ranger said with a chuckle. “You’re really not a cold weather guy at all, are ya Indrid?” 

“I prefer to stay safe and warm indoors, yes.” Indrid explained simply. “Despite the typical purpose of my dwelling, I’m not exactly one for camping, either.” He tried to warm his hands with his breath, then with the fire, ending up only shivering more. 

His behavior earned a handsome chuckle from the subject of his admiration, one that led to him shutting out his visions for long enough that he didn’t see the future that came along. Duck took off his own coat, draping it over Indrid’s shoulders and patting gently. “There ya go, Mr. Cold. That should keep ya nice and warm, right? It's got that nice sherpa linin’ that keeps all the warmth in. Even a chilly guy like you should be able to get a bit warmed up.” 

Indrid gazed, glad his glasses hid the want in his eyes, and the red on his face could be blamed on the cold. “Oh uh... thank you, Duck, this is helpful.” He gave Aubrey a subtle glare, making her chuckle quietly. There were far too many futures where she made a moment-killing comment. 

Duck’s coat smelled nice... pine... a bit of cinnamon... dirt. Indrid’s racing heart ended up warming him even more than the jacket. If this was what camping with Duck was like... maybe he’d do it more often.

[iwishihadfangs]

Drabblecember 2023 Day 12: Snowball Fight Headcanons

This is for @eternally-smitten and @bioexorcizm's Drabblecember Event! They said that Drabblecember could be anything that was low effort basically, so I've decided to do some headcanons! Just in time for the last day!

Ship: Optimus Prime (TFP)/Honey Moon (S/I)

🖤 So, I think the concept of a snowball fight would come up while Honey (me) is on a low risk patrol with Optimus. I would be riding with Op and near the end of the patrol it comes up that, like Raf, I grew up in an environment that didn't snow. And that I was curious about it too.

🖤 And he takes note of this and plans to take me to a place to see snow. He convinces me to come under the guise of getting Raf a snowball like he promised in the scraplet episode. He surprises me by telling me that the main purpose of the trip was for me to experience the snow.

🖤 "But we'll still get Raf his snowball right?" I would question, wanting to make sure Raf was happy.

🖤 Op would appreciate my thoughtfulness. "Yes, we shall." He would say with a small smile.

🖤 We get to talking about games humans play in the snow, a conversation started after I attempt to make a snow angel. I would tell him about snowball fights and things like that.

🖤 Then I would make a snowball and throw it at his windshield on his chest. He would just slowly raise a metal eyebrow at me while the snowball sloooowlllly slides down his windshield.

🖤 I remember Arcee mentioning that "Primes don't party" and I realize I might have accidentally offended the serious leader. So, I sheepishly apologize and he accepts it. I can't really discern his thoughts as usual. Since, he keeps them very well hidden. I would worry I just ruined any progress on friendship with the stoic bot.

🖤 We take a walk and I end up checking out a tree with snow on its branches. When I go under it I notice Optimus didn't come over with me.

🖤 Before I can ask what's wrong, he raises his foot up and then stomps real hard on the ground. It causes the snow to fall off the branches and fall on me. Some even going down the back of my shirt!

🖤 (I make a lot of embarrassing noises when that happens.)

🖤 Then Optimus chuckles, which is basically the equivalent of keeling over with laughter for him. He comes over and helps gently dust the snow off of me and asks if he wins the snowball fight.

🖤 And I think in my head that I want to keep hearing him laugh.

🖤 (Op: is gentle and kind and then shows a hidden sense of humor, but is still kind-hearted about it.)

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Drabblecember 19: Hot Coffee/Tea/Cocoa

Word Count: 100

Universe: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: casual drinking, mention of STDs

“Eurgh!" Em's face twisted.

"Did you just drink out of Five's mug?" Allison's face, halfway between disgust and amusement, mellowed into something like pity.

"Ewww, cooties," Klaus crowed with a noisy sip of his hot cocoa.

"I hope you're up to date on your vaccinations."

"The coffee's probably acidic enough to have killed any weird alien STDs he's got."

"That was like..." Em ignored them, instead fixing their gaze on the way the dark liquid sloshed in the cup. "Half the most bitter coffee I've ever had... half cherries?"

Klaus shot up. "Five!" he called, dismayed. "That was gift wine!"