goreisim

[absfawn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 a.anderson

Rough padded fingers trace the pattern of your face. From the slope of your nose, the cupids bow of your lips, slowly trailing up and over your cheeks, where they rest for a few seconds, blue eyes watching your sleeping figure. A soft smile appears on her face at how your hand grips tighter on her shirt, your face snuggling more into her side, and she’s at peace because she has you, has you in her arms yet again. 

The soft patter of the snow hitting the glass tears her attention from you to the window that was above the small desk you had put together on one of the many habits you picked up when Abby was away on patrol. Those blue eyes watched. She watched every trickle of snow that hit the windowsill outside, and her brain was slowly waking up from a good night’s sleep that it had only occurred to her that this was the first time you both had been witnessing snow, together, as a couple. She had seen it once, but the memory was so far back that it was almost a blur, but right now, standing under there, with you in her arms was something she needed.

The feeling of soft lips pressing against your temple had you humming, your eyes remaining shut the longer she trailed them all over your face, “Wake up” Her voice was still raspy from sleep but it always sounded like heaven to you. “I know you’re still tired, baby but there’s something i wanna do with you”

“Which is?”

“It’s snowing—”

Her eyes widened in surprise when your once comfortable body had sprung out of the small bed, almost stumbling over your clothes that were trashed on the floor, at the mere mention of it snowing. Abby didn’t know whether to laugh, ask if you were okay, or tell you to slow down as you picked up random pieces of clothing, because you looked so happy that she didn’t want to ruin that for you.

“Baby, you know it’s still going to be there after you get dressed, you know that right?” She chuckles, sitting up in the bed, and watches you continue to rush around, dressing in those same random pieces of clothing. Including one of her fuckin socks.

“That’s not the point” You huff, turning around to look at her with a pout on your face. “The point is, it’s snowing, and it barely snows”

“At least wear something that—” She pauses, looking you up and down slowly with a raised eyebrow. Not happy with the fact you’re wearing the thinnest fuckin’ t-shirt possible. “Babe, you’re going to get a cold if you wear that outside”

“If only my girlfriend would get out of bed quicker and help me. oh, whatever will i do?” You sigh dramatically, throwing on a random hoodie which was in fact Abby’s. It was obvious with the way she chuckled under her breath with a soft ‘of course you steal mine’ that followed.

Reluctantly stumbling out of bed, Abby watches you closely. She watches the way you press your forehead onto the glass. The way your fingers trace shapes and patterns on the condensation upon the window. Especially how your smile brights at the sight of a snowflake. “you’re so damn pretty” She murmurs, eyes locked onto you.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Anderson”

“Flattery my ass, i was just sayin—”

She barely realized you were in distance of her and she heaved a breathless chuckle when your lips landed on her cheek, the soft sound of your giggle filling her ears. “i know, Handsome. you’re prettier though”

“Fuckin— let’s just go” She mumbled, breathlessly with flushed cheeks. 

Certainly didn’t have to tell you twice, but not before giving her a final kiss on the cheek.

The minute you’re both outside, and your feet are hitting the snow-covered floor, you’re shivering, teeth chattering as you quickly slip one of your hands into Abby’s jacket pocket, the warmth of her instantly warming up your now cold fingertips. “Told you to wear something warmer, baby” she mumbles, but rubs your hand nonetheless.

“I wasn’t cold then”

“That’s—” she pauses to look over at you, you’re already looking at all the snow but she’s scoffing softly under her breath. “—that’s beside the point. The point is, you’re going to get cold, and then you’re going to get sic—”

“Then it’s a good job i have you” Your eyes are flicking up to meet hers and they twinkle in a way that Abby almost loses her breath, and balance. “My favorite nurse”

“You’re going to be the death of me” Abby chuckles.

“Besides, if seeing snow makes me get a little ill, it’s so fuckin’ worth it”

You’re already ripping your hand from her pocket and slumping into the snow before she can even get a word out. It’s not that she hates snow, she would rather just watch you enjoy it this time. It’s always raining or it’s way too sunny usually, but this change is a nice one, it’s a good change and she’s just glad it’s making you happy. “Abby think fast!”

“Think fast for— ow!” she scowls, stumbling back a few steps when the cold snow hits her square in the face. “You’re such a brat”

Throwing your head back, you howl out laughter that has her heart melting and lips curling up into a smile. “Oh my god— your face is priceless!”

“yeah yeah, laugh it up” Abby grumbles, crouching down to scoop up some of the snow in her hands, her eyes trained on you and how you were oblivious to see what she was doing. “i’ll get you back, don’t even worry baby”

“Oh, what are you going to do? Smother my face with snow until i profess my undying love for you?” you giggled, the tips of your fingers freezing as you drew random patterns in the snow.

“I mean, that is a start” Abby smiles brightly, snow falling into the loops of her braid. “You do love me don’t you, baby?” her hands behind her back, snowball protected from your view.

Her cold breath grazed the tips of your ears, and you just hummed with a soft smile. “Course i do Abs”

“Okay good because—”

“Because what?” you quipped back with interest. Head turning and scrunching up your nose cutely as her blue eyes stare into your soft ones. “Don’t tell me you’ve found a woman around here— Abigail!” you shriek the second you feel her drop the ball of snow on your head, mushing it around with a giggle.

Abby, who was laughing loudly at your annoyed face, falls back into the pile of snow behind her. Groaning with a huff when you turn around and slump right on top of her, pouting involuntarily above her. “That was mean”

“Hey, you started it, may i remind you”  she grumbled. her cold fingers, just like yours, stroke the droplets of snow off your cheek, smiling as you lean into her touch, lips pressing against her palm. “still look pretty though”

“you’re prettier” you whispered. fingers moving on their own accord, tucking the loose strands of her hair back under her beanie, and dusting off the snow that was collected on her braid. “there”

“thank you, baby, even though i’m laying in a pile of snow, i’m sure my hair is protected now” she snorts playfully, stroking the side of your face with her fingers. “cold yet?”

“nah, you’re pretty warm right now”

chuckling under her breath, abby’s hand cups the back of your head, pressing it down gently against her chest, giving you the chance to listen to the sound of her steady heartbeat. being in her arms was always your safe space. to feel her strong arms wrapped around you, shielding your face in her chest, keeping the outside world, far away from you. her blue eyes wide, watching the droplets of snow falling from the sky, dropping onto your back, melting into the thin fabric of her hoodie.

“i like being here with you, like this” she mumbled. fingers dancing across your back with a soft smile on her lips. “just us and nothing in the way” she continued, not caring if the snow pile under her ass was slowly melting through the pants she was wearing. “s’perfect”

“you’re perfect, abs” you mumbled. head now lifted and chin resting on her chest, eyes soft and looking up at her like she was genuinely the only person left in the cruel, cruel world. “i wouldn’t want to be here, right now, with anyone else but you”

the confession had abby’s cheeks turning red, although she was slightly sure it was also due to the coldness of the weather and snow, but your words were buried deep in her chest, her heart melting as she looked up at you.

“i love you” she whispered. Her fingers trace your cheekbones and down your jaw where she cupped your face, smiling softly. “prettiest girl” 

Leaning down slowly, you press your lips to her forehead, your fingers absentmindedly tucking lose strands of hair behind her ear. “i love you most” you smiled. Your gentle kisses feathering to between the crease of her eyebrows, to the slope of her nose, and finally to the apples of her cheeks. “handsome” 

Locking your lips into a soft and gentle kiss when you get closer to the corner of her mouth, abby’s hand cups the back of your neck. your own resting on her shoulders. Droplets of rain and fragile snowflakes build a home in the small ridges of your beanie, melting as more fall. “wouldn’t wanna be here with anyone else either” She admitted against your lips, cold fingers grazing the skin on your neck. “you’re my home, and that's all i need” 

“good, because you’re stuck with me now” 

[becca-e-barnes]

I know I'm a week late (oops) but the thought of spending a smutty New Year's Eve with Bucky 👀

The thought of his plump, soft lips peppering kisses up your sensitive inner thighs while the quiet groan that slips from you hangs in the air.

Your fingers weave through his hair, encouraging him to focus his attention on the task at hand.

You hear him moan quietly, trailing his lips higher to meet the soft, soaking wet folds of your sex and he doesn't waste any more time. He kisses over your body gently at first, losing himself in the feeling of your copious slick arousal coating his lips.

Very soon after he's begun, he can't seem to get enough. He's hungry for this. His tongue licks broad strokes from your throbbing clit to your fluttering entrance and back again, lapping at your body like the taste is everything he's ever needed.

He's gripping your hips and thighs, hoping to be able to press you tighter against his mouth since nothing feels like it's enough for either of you.

Not until his tongue dips into your entrance, lapping your arousal right from the source. This is what he needs. He's spent far too long craving your taste; whole evenings spent pleasuring himself, doing his best to remind himself of how it feels to be exactly where he is right now.

He's achingly hard, no doubt about it but he's not ready to think about that yet. Not even close.

In the distance you hear the soft pop and fizzing of fireworks, marking the turn of the New Year. You can't see them but you don't need to. You'd far rather focus on the New Year's kiss you're receiving.

[awittlebabbyboy]

Karamatsu who wants to be more courageous

[wispscribbles]

When I finish my ghoap Christmas oneshot that I started way back in start December, and have been struggling with since, then it’s over for you fools 🎅

[daddyricsdoll]

Lando smut coming soon…

[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday 🎄

another lil snip from deck the halls, not your family (which i have been affectionately calling eddie vs margaret buckley in my head, lmao)

Eddie rolls over and kisses Buck’s mouth. “Wanna fool around?” he asks, nosing along Buck’s whiskered cheek and chuckling when he’s tickled.    Buck sighs, feigning a put-upon attitude, and wraps his arms around Eddie. “What a romantic,” he muses, pulling Eddie half on top of his chest. “You know just how to make your man swoon.”  “Shut up,” Eddie says, flicking Buck’s cheek, but he shoves his hand down Buck’s pants, anyway, and grips his soft cock. It’s warm in his hand, velvet-like and damp at the tip; Buck hisses and fists Eddie’s t-shirt, bringing him in for a mean, dirty kiss.  Eddie groans, drops his mouth open for Buck to lick inside as he fondles Buck’s dick, stripping the length and pinching at the sticky head, and he’s lifting up to spread himself across Buck’s big body, attempting to shove down both his and Buck’s pants and underwear with one hand because the other’s in Buck’s hair, when three sharp knocks break through the fuzzy air.  “Dad? Buck?”  Eddie rips away from Buck, moving off and over and away. “No goddamn way this is happening again,” he curses beneath his breath, elbowing Buck in the kidney when he starts to laugh, and then, louder, “Yeah, baby?”  Christopher stays quiet for a moment before tentatively asking, “Are you guys still awake?”  “Yeah,” Buck answers, leaning up and adjusting his pants. He reaches over and flicks on his bedside lamp, illuminating the room in soft white light. “Come in.”

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon, @devirnis, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @callmenewbie, @jeeyuns, @daffi-990, @jamespearce9-1-1, and @hippolotamus

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @wikiangela, @thewolvesof1998, @eowon, @rogerzsteven, and @monsterrae1 if any of you wanna share something <3

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday

Taggedby @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @devirnis @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon. Thank you my dears for tagging me 😘💕

Bit of a longer snippet today. Wrote this the other night (before Christmas) when I had a random burst of writing beans and quickly pumped out 1.5K after a shower. It was unexpected and I wasn’t sure if it flowed or was just delirious ramblings, but I think it’s okay?

It’s from Chapter Six of Rival Firefighters 🚒, which is Eddie’s POV. The whole fic will be probably 10 chapters long and I’m excited to be over the halfway mark! Unfortunately I probably won’t be posting until the whole fic is finished cos my anxiety would flip if I started posting and it wasn’t finished yet 😅

Anyways … here you go …

Eddie’s time at the 118 is drawing to a close with only a few days left until he’s heading back to the 136. The mood at the station has been a bit down, the team already mourning the oncoming loss, Buck especially. Their resident golden retriever has been sulking around with his tail between his legs, throwing Eddie the saddest puppy dog eyes.

The thing is, Eddie loves being at the 118 and working with Buck, Hen, Chim, Bobby and the rest of the team. He wasn’t expecting to form such strong friendships here or find the perfect partner, but the 118 surprised him. Even though he’s not officially one of them, they have accepted him as their own.

When Carla had a family emergency two weeks into Eddie’s time at the 118 and Eddie had to go pick up Chris and bring him back to the station, Bobby had welcomed Chris with a warm smile and immediately begun showing him around. Eddie had tried to apologize, explaining Shannon was out of town so he didn’t know where else to take him and Bobby had simply told him that there, at the station with them, was the right place for him and that Buck had filled Bobby in on the situation as soon as Eddie had left to go pick up Chris. A flood of warmth had threatened to bring Eddie to his knees but he’d managed to remain standing, moving forward to embrace Bobby in a hug that showed just how much the small act of kindness had meant to him.

Eddie feels like he’s being torn away from the start of something special, but he also knew coming in that he wasn’t going to be here forever, it was just a temporary gig. He’s got three more days until he has to say goodbye to them. To Buck.

He knows Buck is going to stay in his life despite Eddie leaving to go back to the 136, but he has to say goodbye to working with him. Yeah they’ll probably see each other from time to time on a call and get to work with each other then, but it won’t be the same. Working side by side with Buck every shift is honestly one of Eddie’s favorite things, which is funny seeing as how once upon a time Eddie dreaded seeing Buck on a call.

Buck is funny, knows a whole bunch of random facts and has the biggest heart of anyone Eddie’s ever met. He’s also a giant dork who manages to get himself into all kinds of trouble, like right now Buck has somehow managed to tangle himself up in one of the hoses while doing an equipment check. Eddie shakes his head in exasperation as he makes his way down the loft to help Buck out before the 6 foot 2 lug breaks something.

No pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @the-likesofus @athenagranted @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @shitouttabuck @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley @loserdiaz @captain-hen @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @mellaithwen and anyone else who wants to share something 🙂

[paradox-n-bedrock]

they really doubled down on the whole "Fifteen has no home" bit. in Church on Ruby Road, he says he has no family. and then in Space Babies, he launches into a whole little monologue about how he has no people, no boss, no taxes, no rent, no bills to pay, no cause or purpose.

and every. single. time. they mention something like this, i flash back to where we last left Fourteen. with everything, barring a boss unless you count Donna.

i cannot wait to see Fifteen with Rose Noble but i am going to sob if we keep getting this kind of energy. like the visceral knowledge that the rest of his family is right there and he can't go back to them? help me, my heart cannot take this.

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove 💖💖

this fic is turning out longer than I expected (which is a norm lately lol) but I also put together a quick moodboard 💁‍♀️

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no pressure tags- it's technically sunday here so tagging y'all for seven sentence sunday if you wanna haha: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @king-buckley @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns

[redo-rewind-if]

You'd really think MC would be used to all the weird shit going on in their life by now but I guess not. Rip to them I guess. 🤷‍♀️

[puhpandas]

A Fozztastic Christmas

(7,041 words) 🎄🎁❄️

Its Christmas day, the first spent with Evan, and somehow, Gregory's family manages to get them a dog for Christmas. Yes, them a dog. They play with him in the snow.

There's wrapping paper all over the floor and boxes thrown around when Gregory grins at his final present. Presents had been piled high at the start of this morning, but he and Evan (and his family) had shot through them all as quick as his Aunts four wheeler.

His Dad is cleaning up the mess and stuffing the trash in a garbage bag next to him. Gregory just admires the tree and all the cool stuff next to him during the moment of peace. They chose classic warm yellow lights, and all of the ornaments hung on the branches are homemade. Theres ones from when his family were younger, some from when he was younger, and new ones he had made just this month. The one he carefully crafted is hung right next to the ornament Evan had made alongside him.

Gregory glances over to his friend to see him smiling gently at one of his gifts. Evan had been suprised for some reason when they had started handing him shelves of gifts at the start of this morning. Gregory just laughed at him when he'd gaped like a fish out of water and stared at the beautifully wrapped presents with some sort of awe in his eye.

Gregory sighs loudly, flopping backwards on the carpet. He cushions his head with his arms, and Evan startles a bit and glances over at him. He grins when he watches Gregory make himself comfortable.

"Already done?" Evan asks, a smile quirked on his face. He's wearing a green Christmas sweater he and his family had surpised him with one day this month. It matches with Gregory's red one. Evan puts down his box of brand new cozy sweaters that fit and shifts to lean against the floor like Gregory. "Its only noon. We still have all day, you can't get tuckered out now."

Gregory shakes his head, even though the warm breakfast he ate certainly isnt helping with his energy. "I'm fine." He insists. "Dont worry about it. We'll just... take a short break before getting into the snow, okay?"

Evan giggles at that, but he just nods, and flops down besides Gregory on the rug. Gregory stares up at the ceiling, and takes a moment to admire how the glow of white snow outside the window shines on the tinsel hung up on the walls.

Theres a moment of peace, where Gregory let's his eyes slip shut and revels in how good this Christmas was. Not only is it his first Christmas with Evan since they met this January, but his family somehow managed to get every present on his list with room to spare for Evan as well.

Well... not every present, but Gregory can live. He isnt going to linger on that too much. He has his family, and his friend, and that's enough for him.

His family is milling about around them, and all Gregory can hear is the shuffling of footsteps and the murmuring of voices. He's aware of Evan's silent presence on the carpet next to him, and when the moment gets a little too still, he peeks an eye open and kicks at Evan's leg.

Wordlessly, Evan kicks back, and a grin splits on Gregory's face. He can't help how the laugh bubbles out of his throat, and Evan is quick to join him. Gregory's eyes are shut in the mirth, but he can feel Evan roll against him while they both giggle. It makes the scratchy sweater he's wearing rub against his skin.

"Look." Evan says when they finally stop laughing. Gregory opens his eyes and sees Evan's hand pointing at the tree in front of them. "You can see how you put too much glue on your ornament from here."

Gregory grits his teeth, but it's not very malicious since hes smiling. He pushes at Evans side, and he laughs heartily at him. "Very funny." Gregory says. "Acting like you didnt remake your ornament like three times because you were worried you were wasting your chance."

Evan doesnt respond immediately. Probably because Gregory had already given him an earful about just making what he makes because it doesnt matter how good it is. But eventually he hums, and kicks at him again. Gregory kicks back.

It's only when his Dad enters his peripherals does he raise a brow at how quiet it's been since everyone finished with their presents. Dad steps over some leftover trash, and smiles at the two boys laying flush against the floor.

"Hi." Gregory says to him. His Dad just smiles wider.

"Hello, Gregory." He says very suspiciously. Then, exactly but not exactly how Gregory was expecting, "What if I told you I had one last present for you to open?"

Gregorys eyes blow wide, and any sleepiness he'd felt left from the meal and the contentment melts away in a blink. "Really?" He asks, scrambling to sit up on his elbows.

His Dad nods, humming a confirmation. He smiles wider when Gregory hits at Evan's arm, rushing him to get up already. "No way. You already got, like, everything."

"We got more than everything, this year." His Dad says, smiling warmly at them both. Gregory can feel his Dads gaze fall on Evan beside him at his next words, though."Its a very special Christmas, after all."

"Well, come on!" Gregory exclaims, yanking Evan up by the arms with all his might. Evan almost topples over on him all over again because of it, and he yelps when he catches his footing. "What are we waiting for?"

"Nothing, I suppose." He grins. "But sit back down, because we're bringing the present to you two."

"Its for both of us?" Gregory asks, and he grins when Evan looks suprised all over again. He shakes his arm a bit to shake it away, and it works, if how Evan smiles at him is any indication. "We get to share!"

Dad laughs again, a quiet hum. Evan grins back at him, warm with a glint of excitement in his eye.

"Bring it out, Bonnie!" His Dad yells, and Gregory forces himself to plop back down on the carpet and drags Evan down with him.

Theres some shuffling, then Gregory's Papa steps from behind the wall separating the dining room and the living room. He's holding a big, red, shiny present box.

Gregory smiles when his Papa brings the box closer, and for some reason, carefully levels it down onto the rug, just in-between both Gregory and Evan. He steps back, and kneels on the ground in front of them with a smile. "I think you two will really like this one."

Gregory doesnt respond to that. He just eyes the shimmering red of the box sat in front of them. The box has a pretty silver bow on top, and its not wrapped; it has a lid. For some reason, its nudged a bit open.

To: Gregory & Evan, From: Dad's is written on the sticker.

Theres a stretch of silence where nothing is said at all, but eventually, Gregory caves into the anticipation. He takes a glance at Evan, who's looking earnestly at the box, before he snaps out of it when Gregory nudges his arm.

He conveys a silent interaction, and Evan nods, a small smile on his face. Gregory grins, just for good measure, and he and Evan lean in real close.

Gregory nudges the lid with his fingertips. Its slippery and shiny, and it nudges loose with no effort.

Gregory doesnt remove the lid entirely, and just for fun, he leans in and tries to peer in-between the crack. Evan does the same.

It's dark, but then, the lid slides off of the box without Gregory moving it.

He gasps, and Evan does too next to him. His Dads both laugh somewhere in front of him, but Gregory only has eyes on the contents of the box.

A little brown snout is poking out of the opening, and then an absolute ball of fur is wiggling it's way to the mouth and setting its paws on the rim.

A dog. Gregory gapes, lost for words. Evan does the same beside him. It's a dog.

The dog; a little dark brown Pomeranian, probably not even fully grown, looks up at him with dark, beady eyes. It sniffs at him, then Evan, and all Gregory can even do is stare, something fluttery in his chest.

Then, the dog is smiling, its little tail wagging, and it sticks its tongue out, little baby teeth becoming visible.

"A dog." Gregory says breathlessly, and he picks up the puppy with utmost care, carefully holding its little kicking hind paws when it shifts at being handled, and he settles it in his lap. "You got us a dog."

"The last thing on your Christmas list." His Papa smiles at him. His Dad, Freddy, comes up behind him and admires the puppy himself. "We reckoned it would be the perfect gift for the both of you."

Gregory doesnt respond. He just keeps his eyes dead on the little brown puppy in his lap, who's settled quickly with no fuss.

"He likes you already." Papa says softly. Theres some sort of unsaid agreement in the air that this is a time to be quiet and soft, like the moment is special.

Gregory just nods silently, looking closely at the soft brown head of the puppy and its two little pointy ears. The dog has plenty of energy; that's clear in how its panting and its eyes are wide and excited, but its let itself be softly held in Gregory's lap with no complaints.

A smile stretches on his face at that, soft and small and disbelieving. It doesnt feel real, that's for sure. That in an instant theres suddenly a brand new member added to his family.

Evan shifts suddenly, and Gregory thinks he must've been in that same awed state he was in. He scooches forward, slow and quiet like he would startle the animal if he made any sudden movements. Gregory huffs a laugh at the thought, knowing just how careful and caring Evan can be.

Evan leans down, a sparkle in his eye and lips parted as he becomes face to face with the puppy. Gregory smiles wide and big when the dogs tail starts wagging when Evan gets closer.

"Hi there." Evan says, soft as silk, but it turns into a sputter quickly when the puppy suddenly leaps out of Gregory's lap to crawl on top of Evan.

Gregory makes a suprised noise, and Evan does as well. He falls flat on his back, and the puppy wastes no time pawing up his chest to lick at his face.

A startled laugh bubbles its way out of Gregory's throat, and his cheeks hurt at the mirth. Evan keeps sputtering, moving his face every which way to avoid slobber on his mouth. "Eugh-- Gregory-- help!"

Gregory keeps up his giggles, and his Dad laughs heartily next to him as well. His Papas laugh is boisterous, and its contagious quality makes Gregory laugh harder, just watching as Evan is glued still on the floor lest the puppy get bucked off.

Eventually, after being unable to respond because of his laughs, Gregory leans forward and plucks the dog right off of Evan's body, holding it close to his chest. He once again marvels at how soft the puppy's fur is; it feels like how he would imagine a cloud to feel, soft, and so thin its almost undetectable.

The puppy yaps a few times, high pitched and excited. Evan heaves himself off the floor, immediately wiping at his face with the sleeve of his sweater. The whole time though, hes grinning and giggling just like Gregory is.

"He likes you a lot." Gregory observes, not that Evan needed to be told; he got the message loud and clear. "You were like, drowning."

"In slobber." Evan points out, shivering and making a face in disgust.

"Maybe you're his favorite already." Gregory says, absentmindedly petting the dogs back and sticking his fingers in his fluffy mane. "You can be his Dad. And I'll be Uncle Gregory."

Evan snorts a laugh at that, grinning widely. "I'm too young to be a Father."

"It is a lot of responsibility." Gregory's Dad chimes in, his blue eyes shining in delight, but a hardness to them as well. "Food, water, walking, playing... you will have to keep up with it all, Superstars. It's your duty to take care of this little guy."

Right away, Gregory nods feverishly, grinning. That's a promise, and he intends on keeping it. He knew the responsibility when he'd first asked for a puppy all those months ago. Evan is doing the same next to him, and it makes Gregory smile wider. "Yeah, we know."

"We've gotten hard and soft dog food, since the puppy still isnt fully grown yet. We've kept him well fed before giving him to you both, so..." Gregory's other Dad chimes in, his bangs falling in his eyes as he smiles at him and Evan. "How about you two take him outside? Play with him a bit?"

Gregory, in the event of gaining a brand new family member, had completely forgotten about his plans with Evan to play in the snow.

His mouth drops open, but the corners are still upturned in a smile as he looks back at the little dog in his arms. The puppy twists its neck to luck up at him, and its beady black eyes are wide and energetic, if its tongue hanging out and its wagging tail wasnt enough.

Immediately, his mind is flooded with thoughts and ideas of how he and Evan could have fun with their new dog in the snow with eachother. He looks back up to see Evan smiling as well, and they meet eyes, undoubtedly having the zsme thought process.

His growing family, Gregory can't help but acknowledge. Two new members in one year. That's a new record.

"I guess that's a yes." Gregory's Papa chuckles, eyes crinkled at the corners.

"He still does not have a name." Gregory's Dad informs him, patting a hand on Gregory's hair. He does it to Evan, too, and Gregory feels a small bit of pride when Evan doesnt flinch away like he did only months ago. "You two should be the ones to give him one."

Gregory goes silent, looking back down at the dog in his arms.

The puppy quirks its head sideways up at him, ears straightened and head tilted in curiosity, and Gregory feels warmth bloom in his chest. He smiles instinctively, and it gets wider when Evan reaches over and pets its little head.

Just before he begins to brainstorm names, his Dad pats his own head, smiling warmly. "No need to rush." He says. "It is a big decision. Why dont you think on it when you two go play outside, hm?"

Gregory nods at that, reminded of how he and Evan's new puppy are going to play with them in the snow. He grins, fluttery excitement in his chest, and he readjusts his hold on the dog, scrambling off the floor.

"What are you waiting for, Evan?" Gregory asks, already running to his room to get his shoes and coat on. "Cmon, let's go!"

"Wait up!" Evan calls behind him. "I'm coming I'm coming!"

Gregory only puts the puppy down to slip on his thick windbreaker winter coat, and it overjoys him to watch the little guy walk around his room. He'll be in there a ton, from now on. The puppy is his.

He already has so many ideas for which place in his room can be for the dog, and how theyll play and what toys he'll get him and how they'll watch TV on the couch together, but he shoves them down for now. He'll leave them for when he isnt about to go hang out with Evan and their shared dog during a white Christmas.

It's not long before they're barrelling out the door, only careful on the icy steps on the porch before they're sprinting into the snow, Evan hurrying behind him with the ball of fur in tow.

The cold nips at his nose and his ears, but the toboggan his Dads insisted he wear warms him up enough. So do the knit gloves hes wearing. Evan skids to a stop beside him, kicking up dusty wet snow at him. Gregory giggles, shielding himself.

"Sorry." Evan says. He's still holding the puppy, and Gregory looks at the flat, untouched inches of snow on the ground right below their feet.

"Put him down." Gregory grins. "He can play with us."

Evan looks a tad worried, probably because the snow this year is pretty thick and a lot came down and the puppy is... very small. But he still sets the little guy down anyway, and Gregory cant help his chuckle when the snow comes all the way up to the puppy's chin.

The dog, the little trooper, Gregory cant help but think, doesnt shy away, he just takes a moment fo adjust, and then he's sniffing at the white surface, taking big steps and walking in long strides to wade through the snow. The formally perfect sheet gets disrupted, and Gregory almost squeals (how embarrassing) when there are little tiny pawprints left behind in the snow.

Evan doesnt hold back, chuckling in delight at the sight. He follows along with the puppy, keeping up with him to make sure hes alright. "He seems to be keeping up pretty good!"

"He's trucking on." Gregory says, his boots crunching down on the snow when he meets Evan's side. "Nothing can stop him now."

Evan doesnt respond at first, and when Gregory looks over, Evan is crouching down and picking up a stick that fell from the big tree in the front yard. "Except maybe this."

Evan whistles, still somehow quiet, but immediately, Gregory can see how quickly the puppy perks up. His ears straighten to a point, and then hes tilting his head back to investigate the sound.

"Come here, buddy!" Evan calls, patting his legs, and Gregory wants to aww when it sticks its tongue out and begins to hop over the snow to rush over.

Evan makes a delighted noise, and he kneels down despite the wet slush and pets the puppy's head when it arrives. Gregory kneels over and ruffles its fur, saying praises and watching the snowflakes shake out of the fluff.

"He really likes you." Gregory comments, smiling at how theres a huge smile stretched on the dogs face and his tail is going a hundred miles an hour. Gregory knows he and Evan's faces arent much different. "You should be the one to name him."

Evan pauses, and Gregory looks over to Evan staring at him with wide eyes, looking something adjacent to worried and earnest at the same time. "Oh! No-- Gregory its okay." He rushes out. "Um. We can both name it? Hes your dog anyway."

Indignation on Evan's behalf rushes Gregory's senses. "Uh, nope." He replies. "He's our dog. Not just mine. He's yours too and I think you should be the one to name him." He says matter of factly.

Evan frowns, looking unconvinced. "He's going to be staying at your house, like, all the time." He counters. "And what if I think you should name him?"

Theres a moment of silence where Gregory just stares at Evan, and Evan stares back. It's like a standoff, and even the puppy to their side goes quiet, watching with wide eyes.

"We can both name him." Gregory settles. "But also you get to have the first pick."

Evan's frown is still present, and he frowns, knowing what Gregory did. He doesn't comment, though. Even when Gregory sends him a grin. He just pets the dogs mane and fluffy fur while humming long and drawn out.

"...Fred?"

Gregory gives him a blank look. "My Dads name is Freddy."

"Oh yeah." Evan mumbles. He looks a bit embarrased, but then hes quick to respond with, "Okay, your turn."

Gregory frowns, pursing his lips and giving Evan a look. He's unsure if Evan did something there, but either way, he'll give his friend his wish.

He taps his chin, looking at the little dark brown dog with hair sticking up in places and almost defying gravity. It has big brown eyes, and Gregory suddenly jolts, remembering when Evan commented on both his hair and eyes one time. Something about how his hair shouldn't be able to do that and that his eyes are a color hes never seen before.

What name he suggests next should be obvious, but he goes for a different idea instead.

"Evan Jr." Gregory says, crossing his arms. Evan looks at him blankly, and Gregory just smiles at him. He almost bursts out laughing when Evan looks at him in a way where he knows Evan isnt sure he's serious or not.

It takes him a few second, but he sputters out a response eventually. "Greg Jr."

Gregory's eyes widen, and he meets Evan's eyes. It's funny, but Gregory still isnt sure if this is a standoff or a joke. The puppy looks between them silently, and Gregory can imagine it eating out of a bag of popcorn.

Gregory retaliates, peering at Evan through the snow flurry. Its landing on Evan's toboggan and bits of his hair. "Evan the Second." He says.

Evan scoffs, but Gregory can tell it's a mix of a laugh and exasperation. "You only call someone the Second if they're a male in the family, and they're anything other than a father."

"Oh." Gregory says. He's about to ask how Evan knows that, but the implications only dawn on him too late. He sees Evan's face, looking self-satisfied and thrilled, and Gregory remembers exactly what he'd said to Evan about him, himself, and the puppy only a little bit earlier today.

"Gregory the Second." Evan says smugly.

Gregory surrenders, letting Evan have this one. "You got me." Gregory grins, laughing a bit. Evan looks pleased as well, and when he starts laughing as well, the puppy starts to pant with its tongue out and wag its tail.

"Okay, but we should probably actually decide a name for this little guy." Gregory says afterwards, picking the little guy in question up in his arms. He settles quickly again, just like last time. Gregory smiles wider, once again overjoyed at having a dog.

"Right." Evan agrees, taking big steps over the many inches of snow piled underneath them. The snow is so deep, It comes up to Gregory's calves. Evan is taller, so he has less trouble, but Gregory has a feeling one of them will fall at some point. The snow is deep and thick, with enough capacity to build one of those snow igloos if they wanted to by rubbing the snow until it creates a sheet of ice over the surface. "Your turn."

"Right." Gregory nods, and he looks at the puppy again, which hes been doing a lot. It's still a little surreal to him, give him a break.

He thinks hard and genuinely about names that would fit the little dog. Its brown, small, with a tiny snout and brown beady eyes. It's been a sweetheart so far, so as much as he'd like to, Gregory's not thinking names like 'Destroyer' or 'Turbo'.

His mind comes up blank, and the thing is, he really does want Evan to be the one to name the puppy. Gregory's wanted a dog since he was old enough to even know what one is, but Evan's never even had the liberty to wish for things until they met. Evan's told him so. Gregory knows Evan had been suprised over the dog and happy in a different way. To Gregory, this was a dream come true. To Evan, this is something he'd never even considered or believed could happen, purely because he never thought about it. Gregory's thought about what he would name a dog for years anyway. He thinks Evan deserves to make the call. He thinks Evan deserves to have a little something of his own that he doesnt share with someone else.

Its their dog. But Gregory wants it to be Evan's name that their dog is called.

"Just hear me out here, Evan, but..." He begins to say. Evan immediately looks like how he imagines his Dad would look; a little worried or exasperated about what hes about to say if he has to begin with that. But Evan is too kind to ever feel that way about something Gregory would say. No matter how weird it is.

"I want you to name the dog." Gregory tells him. Gregory doesnt like eye contact, but he makes an effort to look Evan right in his when he says this. Evan's like him, so he starts to glance away, but he too makes himself look back.

Evan looks suprised, or taken by it, more like. He looks shiney eyed, or emotional... Earnest, is the word Gregory's looking for. Or disbelieving. Maybe Evan doesnt think he should, but Gregory does.

Gregory musters up all his earnesty so Evan'll see he means it. "I really do." He says. "I'll try not to ruin the moment, or something, but... I just think you should get to do this. Its our dog, and I already get to have him at home all the time." He tells him. "Just... it's fair, isnt it?"

Gregory knows he didnt say the full story, but he also knows Evan understands him. He always understands what Gregory means to say very well, which a lot of other people dont. Gregory thinks he doesnt need to elaborate; Evan gets it.

By the way hes looking, Gregory's sure hes right. Evan looks actually shiney eyed this time, and his look is heartfelt. The snow is still falling in his hair, and theres snow in the still unnamed, puppy's fur, and Gregory's sure hes got it in his hair as well. It's still outside, save for the faint and knipping wind of winter, and it makes the silence feel like it stretches longer.

"Fozzie." Evan mutters. It's barely over a whisper.

Gregory jolts. "Huh?"

"Fozzie." Evan repeats, blinking away some of the mist in his eyes. He smiles at Gregory, and then flicks his blue, almost silverfish eyes to the puppy in his arms. "Like Fozzie Bear."

Gregory smiles at the name. Hes never really been a fan of the Muppets, but he knows about it enough to know that Fozzie Bear is a character from it. It's not his thing, and he can barely recall the characters appearance, but it feels... right. Hes not particularly fond of the origins of the name, but to Gregory, the origin of the name is Evan. and any name Evan came up with would feel right to Gregory.

"Its perfect." He says outwardly, and fully means it. The puppy-- no, Fozzie seems to react at the name, wiggling in Gregory's arms and wagging his tail wildly. He loves it, too.

Evan giggles, patting Fozzie gently on the head with a gloved hand. Fozzie barks a bit, still wiggling, and Gregory finally maneuvers his arms to set the puppy free in the snow. "Okay, okay! Here, buddy!"

Immediately, like before, the height of the snow almost completely submerges Fozzie when hes back on his feet-- er, paws. For a moment, Gregory can only see the puppy from a top down view, before just like earlier, Fozzie hops out of the snow chasm and frees himself.

"They grow up so fast." Gregory mimics wiping a tear, glancing at Evan. Evan laughs.

"So, Fozzie." Evan grins, and Gregory feels his own stretch wider at how Evan's eyes light up at the name. "Do you wanna play?"

Fuzzies ears stick straight up again, and Gregory giggles along with Evan, feeling like it's a little quirk he and Evan will be laughing over on their dog for a long time.

"Come on, buddy!" Evan whistles, taking big strides as he runs in the snow. It crunches under his boots and his footprints reveals the layer of sleet itd covered up. Fozzie doesn't move, just tilting his head and watching Evan get further. It takes a second for Gregory to realize why.

It's only because Fozzie jerks his head to look at him. Gregory sighs, but it's in a good way. Hes still smiling when he takes off after Evan, whistling as he catches up.

"Come on!" Gregory yells behind them. "Chase us!" Evan finishes.

Fozzie takes off like a rocket, or more like a rabbit, then anything. Gregory just knows Fozzie would take after his speed if he wasnt hindered by snow, but for now, the puppy has to hop like a bunny rabbit over the snow.

But hes still gaining, Gregory realizes. Their leisurely pace to help the puppy keep up was underestimating him. Fozzie is better than that. The thought sends an energized laugh out of Gregory's throat. If Fozzie can keep up with Gregory now... He cant wait for it to get warmer. He can already imagine how itll be in a few months with him and Evan and a bigger Fozzie in the green grass.

He waits just enough for Fozzie to be on their heels, then yells "Scatter!" He and Evan split up like the letter T.

Fozzie picks him to chase, and that's just what hed wanted. Gregory grins, knowing the puppy likes the thrill of the chase like he does. He risks a glance behind him, and sees that Fozzies already gotten better at maneuvering through the snow. His tongues hanging out, and his snow covered fur whips in the wind.

Gregory picks up his speed, not even caring that the wind is biting at his nose and his cheeks and his ears. His breath puffs out in little clouds, and he let's himself run at full power.

And hes very fast. Fast enough that Vanessa kept telling him to join soccer before she left for college. Even Fozzie cant keep up with him, and when Gregory makes a turn because he reached the edge of the yard, he can see Fozzie still chasing after him, but further away. The little guy is using his footprints as a pathway to avoid as much snow.

He books it back towards the other side, and Fozzie doesnt cut through the yard to gain on him like Gregory thought he would. He just continues hopping along his own path.

He brings his eyes back towards the direction Evan had run in, and sees no Evan, but instead, a wall of snow with a sort of trench around the sides. Like someone had dug all around them to build the wall that's about two feet high off the ground.

It's a shield, and a base, Gregory recognizes. And he'd been too distracted watching Fozzie to notice when Evan had been preparing for his arrival.

And he'd also looked right at Evan too late when hed gained closer, and he'd been nailed right in the face with a snowball.

He yelps, the cold snow on his face and over his eyes doing nothing for his already freezing cold face from the wind. He can't see anymore, but he knows he had just reached the area he and Evan had originally split.

The snow already being gone from their previous footprints and his lack of sight make an unfortunate combination when he takes another running step, and his heel slips and slides straight on that sleet the snow had originally covered up.

He tries to blink as he pinwheels his arm, yelping and feeling his heart drop in his chest. The snow is melting on his face, and not only is it freezing, but the water does nothing for helping him open his eyes.

His arms cant wipe it away, though, they're still pinwheeling, and eventually, he finally drops to the ground. Snow now not only on his face but also going up his jacket sleeves and seeping through his pants.

"Oh my gosh!" Evan yells from across the yard. Gregory's already pushing himself up with his arms by the time Evan drops to his knees next to him, pulling him up. Fozzie makes it just in time, sniffing him and shaking the snow from his fur. "Gregory! I'm so sorry!"

"Ugh..." Gregory groans, sounding hurt. The fall was a little bit nasty, but he isnt actually hurt. Not really. The fall probably looked way worse from Evan's point of view.

He's just giving himself time for his other hand to mold snow together quick enough before Evan notices.

"Oh no..." Evan's brows are so furrowed and upturned it looks like it hurts. His hands hover around Gregory as he wipes the snow off of his face, still kneeling in the snow.

"I'm okay, Evan." Gregory says. He may be plotting something, but he isnt going to make Evan believe he actually got hurt. That's not cool, and Gregory knows Evan'd really believe it and feel incredibly guilty.

"Are-- are you sure?" Evan asks worriedly, peering at him intensely when Gregory finally gets most of the water and slush off of his face. His face is so cold it's starting to get like that burning warm feeling. "I didnt... I didn't want you to fall."

"Really." Gregory insists, making sure Evan can tell hes serious. "That's what snowball fights are about, anyway. That's what the snows for. Is to cushion your fall."

Evan still seems unsure. "If you say so..."

"Besides," Gregory says to him, a smile just a bit too pointed regarding him. "I'll get you back."

Evan opens his mouth, but before Evan can speak or even show any reaction, Gregory takes the fully finished snowball in his hand and smushes it into Evan's jacket.

Not on his face. Evan may have nailed him in the face, but that's because hes okay with it. Evan doesn't like stuff like that.

Besides, he smushed the snow right over where the jacket zipper is. Meaning some of the snow will go down underneath and inside.

Evan shrieks at him, squeezing his eyes shut when Gregory tackles him, cackling wildly as he does it. Fozzie barks at them, jumping up and down by their side and switching to left and right. Evan may be yelling, but he also is smiling wide and laughing as he does so. The screams about the cold are real, though, Gregory knows, so he takes both arms and pushes snow from their sides all over Evan to cover him like waves. He's yelling and screaming the whole time.

Then, to Gregory's disbelief, Fozzie keeps barking and chooses a side, climbing up on the little hill of snow by Evan's chest and digging at the snow. He's trying to uncover him.

Gregory pauses in his revenge to gape at the puppy, while Evan takes a second to process, but then hes giggling like crazy.

"Betrayal." Gregory breathes out, still disbelieving. Fozzie doesn't regard him, just keeping at digging Evan out. The boy in question is laughing so hard tears of mirth are in his eyes. "My nephew Fozzie! You betrayed me!"

Fozzie just yips at him. Gregory doesnt know what he said, but he likes to imagine itd been some clever response.

"W-What was that you said earlier?" Evan manages through his laughing. "About me being Fozzies favorite?"

Gregory frowns at him, but he isnt really hurt. Evan knows it, too. Fozzie can play favorites sometimes if he wants to. Gregorys feelings wont be hurt.

...It just means that next time, there'll be a score to settle. He likes to imagine Fozzie will understand that too, and he knows when to pick his battles. Next time, for sure, Fozzie will betray Evan to help Gregory. That's how the world works.

They sit there for a little while, and eventually, Gregory is laughing along with Evan. They're there long enough for Fozzie to completely dig Evan out, and then he's yipping and licking Evan's face with his tail going a hundred miles an hour.

The snow is still lightly flurrying down around them in a way where you know the white lawns wont be going away anytime soon. The clouds are getting yellow and the sky a darker blue with the horizon a kind of off white. It shimmers on the snow and sparkles and shines, and so do the icicles hanging off of the trees.

You can still hear the faint yells and laughs of other kids in the neighborhood echoing outside, and theres a couple snowmen in the front yards of the houses around his. As it gets slowly darker outside, the neighbors Christmas lights on their roof trims and in their front yards shine and blink even more.

They havent made a snowman, or even finished their snowball fight, but Gregory thinks it may be time to go inside. His face is on fire, and his clothes are drenched in melted snow. Hes sure Evan is the same, after the stunt he just pulled on him. It reminds him of the cartoons where they bury someone neck deep in sand. He wants to do that someday. He doesn't think Evan would like it, but Gregoryll be the victim if Evan agrees to be the burier.

He says his thoughts to Evan, and they both got up out of the snow with creaking joints and chilly cheeks and sore throats from laughing. The electricity of excitement still buzzes under Gregory's skin, but he thinks he can still be excited under a warm blanket in his warm house with a warm drink. And he just knows, his aunt Chica would never skip making cookies and other delicious warm treats for Christmas.

When he and Evan get to the welcome mat and stomp their boots to shake the excess snow off, Fozzie scratches at the bristles in the mat and shakes his fur to get the snow out. He and Evan laugh at him. His fur must be soaked.

They go inside, and the burst of warm air is like a sigh of relief to his ice cold face. He takes his shopping wet winter garments off, and sees that there's still slush on his windbreaker and snow on his toboggan. He's shivering when he realizes how warm it is compared to out there, and he almost makes a dive for the couch. Evan follows right after him.

So does Fozzie. They make a short break away to get a towel from the bathroom and dry their own soaking hair. Evan grabs it first and immediately dives for Gregorys own head. He yelps and laughs as Evan does a tornado with the towel, and he does the exact same to him afterwards.

Then, they both dry off Fozzies fur, laughing when after the first round, he shakes his fur and water droplets fling onto them. They lay the towel down on the floor after the second, and Fozzie rubs himself against it, rolling on his back and wiggling on top of it.

Only then is when his Dad and Papa let them burrow under the covers, when they're completely dry. Aunt Roxy is in her elegant chair watching a movie, The Polar Express Gregory recognizes, Dad is talking to his aunt Chica in the kitchen, and his Papa comes by to sit in the armchair just next to the couch.

Fozzie hops up on the couch with them, burying himself a little next between his and Evan's legs. He let's out a little sigh, probably winded from his day of playing. Gregory smiles and lays a hand on his head. Evan does the same on his back, sticking his fingers in Fozzies mane.

Eventually, the cold ebbs away and his fingers start feeling less like icicles, and himself less like a Gregcicle. With perfect timing, Gregory thinks, aunt Chica and Dad come back into the living room with a hot ceramic plate of chocolate chip cookies. Theres a couple there with M&M's instead of chocolate chips, and he knows those are for him. Evan takes the ones with milk chocolate instead of dark chocolate.

"My favorite part is when the train is drifting on the ice." Gregory tells Evan when they get further in the movie. "That guys like. The best conductor in the world."

"I would throw up." Evan says, shivering at the mere thought. Gregory always thought the scene of the train plummeting down the steep tracks like a roller coaster would be fun, but even he knows that'd be too much for him. He's fainted on roller coasters before.

"My favorite part is when they sing to Billy." Evan says, biting into his cookie. "I think it's kind of them."

Gregory nods, thinking it's a good favorite part to have.

They finish the movie, and by the time they do, the sky is already dark outside. The streetlights make the snow shimmer and glow through the blinds. Gregory cant wait to see what it looks like under the moon.

The warm cookies and fatigue from the exciting day are enough to have their eyes fluttering as soon as the credits roll. Despite it all, though, he still finds it in him to be excited over his first night with his new dog.

Evan takes the air mattress this time. After brushing their teeth (Evan got a toothbrush in his stocking. One to keep just here only for him), they head to bed, and Gregorys almost out like a light instantly.

Hes awake for a little longer though. Just enough to acknowledge how Fozzie chose to sleep with Evan that night on the air mattress curled up behind Evan's knees.

Gregory's not jealous, mad, or sad. He really isnt. He's just content. Gregory'll have plenty of time for Fozzie to sleep with him. He's going to be at his house. But for now, Evan gets the honor of being chosen by Fozzie for his first night home, and along with his name, Gregory thinks Evan deserves it.

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[galvanizedfriend]

Both Christmas fics!

Oh nonnie 😂 I love a Christmas AU. Come November (!!!), all I do, all day long, is leave my TV on Hallmark channel and watch the same crappy Christmas movies (full of TVD/TO actors btw lol) over and over. So naturally, I end up with intrusive thoughts about getting Klaroline into Christmas romcoms where Klaus is alwats a Scrooge or Grinch sort of creature and Caroline is the ray of sunshine that melts some of the ice around his heart. 😂 Could it be any more cliche? No. Do I care? Also no.

So the first Xmas AU was Caroline getting invited to spend Christmas in the UK with Enzo (her bestie) at his new husband's (lololol) family's ancestral home, Mikaelson House. But she was promised that Klaus wouldn't be there, because they're Christmassy people and he always spends the Holidays skiing. Except there's a snow storm and his flight got cancelled and so he's stranded. Caroline and Klaus have some beef from Enzo's wedding (which I can't remember what exactly what it was about, but I'm sure I wrote it down somewhere 😂). And so it would be a very Mikaelson family situation with Klaus and Caroline getting over their beef in the process.

The second one is more uhm *controversial*😂 But I think I like the execution of it more. Klaus inherits a property from his biological father whom he's had no contact with his entire life. He doesn't want anything to do with it because he obviously holds a giant grudge over the fact he was abandoned to suffer at the hands of Mikael his whole life while his father knew of his existence (he finds out about that when he's older). But Elijah (who also doubles as his lawyer because he's a hotshot one) pushes him to go check it out and put it in the market to at the very least get the money (not that he needs it, but anyway). So he goes and finds out the place is actually a Christmas Tree farm that doubles as a holiday theme park (or used to, before it was closed down years before when Ansel got sick), and Caroline is the person in charge of it (she's also a lawyer). He means to just get rid of the whole thing but she ends up convincing him to sell it to someone interested in keeping the business open because the small town where it's located has been suffering greately since the park shut down and it could create a lot of jobs and opportunities for local business owners and while Klaus couldn't care less, he finds out very soon that it's very hard for him personally to say no to Caroline. 😂 Then a lot of things happen (Elijah gets in the middle of it to expedite the sale and ruins everything, Klaus finds out the truth about why his father never contacted him, De Martels appear, etc).

Both sound silly af but that's the spirit of these holiday romcoms and honestly I love them, so whatever 🙆‍♀️

[allbridgesburn]

fic: all your wasteland flowers [chapter v]

the ballad of songbirds and snakes; lucy gray baird/coriolanus snow; R, 5/?

Freedom. 

For the last few years, freedom has been nothing but a fantastical concept to her, a dream far outside her reach. A child’s tale, the kind she tells Mallory before bed.

But it is close now, so close. Almost at the tips of her fingers. Foolishly enough, Lucy Gray begins to hope again.

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or: Lucy Gray Baird survives Coriolanus Snow. However, she's not the only one. [post-canon]

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[blindmagdalena]

This headcanon/fic hybrid has been updated and partially rewritten to have a proper beginning, more fleshed out middle, a new ending, and better perspective. You can find it here! Anonymous asked:

Lionlander?! Idea!

What if I'm some way somehow S/o ran into Homelander and a whole scenario played out like the Lion with the thorn stuck in his paw and Homelander being the lion of course and little s/I bring the mouse lol. I can imagine it now! Homelander being in some situation where he can't believe he actually needs help (not sure what kind of situation that would be lol) uhhh how could the great Homelander get himself stuck in this mess?! Then little short adorable s/o comes along just ordinary and minding her own business and notices poor Homelander in his situation she doesn't laugh or get scared despite his grumpiness towards her instead she just smiles sweetly and comes over and helps him... Being completely warm and friendly wanting to make a new friend rather than run away...

OOHHH you know, I've been pondering the repercussions of a possible "kryptonite" for Homelander being discovered. An Anti-V, if you will. Imagine he's soaring through the sky and hears something whistling through the air behind him. Some kind of projectile? a small missile, maybe? It's nothing he hasn't handled before. It could blow up in his hand and he would be fine.

In that split second he has to react, he decides to forego dodging it, and see where it's coming from, honing in his vision, except as it gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. What the fuck? His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him in the chest, fumes filling his lungs and coating his skin. He feels like he's been turned inside out. Suddenly he's plummeting towards the ground, and crashes directly into your backyard, an eruption of snow and yard furniture.

He's out like a light, and when you muster up the courage to approach him, he's not moving. Oh god, he's not breathing. In your panic, your brain shuts off, and you act without thinking.

When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No, compressed, hands over his chest, pulsing again and again in a rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he shoves you away from him, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.

You should have flown back thirty feet with a shove like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body feels heavy. He's having trouble breathing, and his heart is pounding.

"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in.

He's wild-eyed, breathing erratic, and you're afraid he's about to put himself into cardiac arrest. He may not have his usual strength, but the brutal way he punched his palm into your chest was still no joke.

"Homelander!" You address sharply, trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. What if whoever tried to kill him is coming for him? "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."

Maybe it's something in the tone of your voice, equal parts authoritative and compassionate, or maybe it's the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.

It's pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.

You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag and a first aid kit. As you lean over him, he sees a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his palm.

Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it. You startle, looking down where he touches. You now notice the beginnings of the bruise, too. "Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as you can muster. It stings where he presses his fingers in, the skin tender. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.

I'm not worried about you, he thinks numbly. "That should have caved in your chest."

"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another. "I think these need stitches," you say, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak.

What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, and then thinks to give them CPR?

"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. Homelander catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the pain is beginning to abate.

Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent.

Thank fucking Christ.

"Okay," you say tentatively. Instead, you continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing it from his temples, down his jaw. Homelander watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.

He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head, though only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, he almost forgets you're strangers.

"What're you doing?" He asks, voice low, nearly a growl.

You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight. It's uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for the feel of it.

"I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."

"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?"

Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on baited breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.

Looking back up at you, Homelander evens his expression. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. "I need to lay low awhile." Though he can feel his powers steadily returning, it would be foolish to fly before nightfall. Whoever shot at him could have another round loaded and waiting. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.

You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.

"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."

"Stay here," Homelander says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.

Homelander watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.

After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first, but grows gradually more clear. Of all the commotion he's becoming aware of, he fixates on your breathing to drown out the rest.

After an hour, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas, even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.

From his observations , he's learned the rhythm of your heartbeat, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.

"I think it's very lucky for you that I am so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so utterly charming, Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.

"Oh, steady. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does. Homelander stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.

Homelander's lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it.

"Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.

You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.

Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hung in the doorway makes him smile deviously.

Without warning, Homelander puts his hands on your waist, and pulls you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you. He hears your heart begin to race, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.

When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed prettily from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears.

"What... was that?" You ask, dazed.

"Mistletoe," he purrs. You look up when he points, and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You ask playfully, your shoulders relaxing. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."

It's Homelander's turn to chuckle. "Oh, no. I haven't said thank you yet," he says, hands lingering on your hips. He'd only meant it to be a quick thing, but now you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licks his lips.

There's still a couple more hours until sundown. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll figure out exactly what the fuck he got blasted by. For now, he owes you a proper thank you, and himself a little Christmas treat for his trouble.

[shower-racoon]

imagine if the Terraria bosses were on tumblr. what would they even post

[starrrlights]

A winter wonderland

Mile morales x reader

A/n : This is based during winter. Maybe around Christmas? Idk. Sorry I haven't been posting... I got really burnt out and had writers block. I don't live in/anywhere near Brooklyn, so if this doesn't seem like it is placed in Brooklynn, please just imagine a large city then. I didn't do any research for this so... yeah

I used "____" for your name, so I hope thats okay

And in the story, you don't know Miles is Spiderman, but there are a few parts in the beginning of the story that kinda implied that he was being Spiderman ig?

I hope you like it 🤭😋

You rubbed your hands together as you waited for miles to meet you at the bus stop. You two were supposed to hang out for a while and walk around, looking at everything there was to look at in Brooklyn.

It was currently snowing. Not hard enough to where you were too cold, but just enough to where you wish you had brought warmer mittens. The ones you had on definitely weren't made to keep you warm enough in this weather.

You stood by a street lamp that was by a bus stop sign. You looked around for the 10th time to try to find a familiar boyish face. But you couldn't find him yet.

You tugged your coat closer to you, salvaging any warmth you had standing to the snow. People walked past you but the only thing you could hear over the footsteps crunching the soft snow that fell to the ground was someone shouting your name.

"____!"

Miles.

You turned to the direction that he was shouting in, and you saw him jogging over. He seemed put of breath and a little out of place.

'Did he run all the way here or something?' You thought to yourself. Miles tugged his hoodie up a little as he got over to you.

"____! Hey." He took a few deep breaths before continuing. "I'm sorry I'm late." He then gave you the boyish smile that you loved so much.

"It's fine miles. You're fine". You smiled widely as you reassured him. You and Miles had been dating for about a year now, and you could only feel your love for him grow stronger. Butterflies still invaded your stomach whenever he was around, and you could feel you face heat up every time he smiled.

Miles nodded as you reassured him and gently took your hand into his, giving it a small squeeze.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded, feeling your face flush from the small physical contact. You both started walking to the streets of Brooklyn, passing by parked cars and lit up street lights that highlighted falling snow as it fell from the sky. The sidewalks weren't as crowded as the weather grew colder and snow fell. You felt your hand that was in miles' hand become warm from the shared warmth.

You and Miles had talked about whatever that came to mind. Recent tests at school and what was happening at home. Miles had then brought up about why he had run late. Apparently, some destruction was happening by his apartment because of a villain, and Spiderman took a little while as he fought the villain.

You nodded in understandment, believing him. "Okay. I'm just glad you're safe, miles."

You gave miles a soft smile as you looked into his eyes, something you could never get tired of.

You both continued to talk about what had been happening in your lives until you had reached a small park. There was a small playground that contained swings, a slide, and a few other things. Snow covered everything that was available. Covering a once green park in the summer to a soft white park in the winter.

You and Miles wiped snow off of the swings and sat on the seats. It was a bit cold and slightly wet from melting snow, but that didn't bother you both much. Snow continued to fall onto you and miles. Covering your hair in small snow flakes and your coat. You and Miles continue to talk about anything and nothing. You then gave miles a good look at how he looked at that moment.

Soft snow covered his curls and clothing that he was wearing. His soft brown eyes that seemed to carry a loving gaze as he looked at you made your heart skip a couple beats. His boyish smile and charm made you forget anything bad that had happened recently to you and made you only think of one thing. Miles.

your heart swelled at every thought of him. You couldnt deny that you thought he was pretty. A soft smile creeped onto your lips as Miles continued to talk. The moment couldn't be any more relaxing than it already was.

The sounds of the wind and cars driving soon consumed your ears. You both stopped talking and sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the snow fall. The silence wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, but it was peaceful. It was something you needed after a long day.

You then turned your gaze from the grey sky over to your boyfriend. Which who was already looking over at you.

You felt your face heat up from the unexpected eye contact, and you quickly looked away. Saving yourself from feeling more embarrassed.

While you were looking away, Miles was having a similar response. Since he was caught staring at you, he couldn't help but also feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He darted his gaze to the ground, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

After a moment of awkward silence, you silently decided to look Miles again, who was now looking at the ground and fiddling with his coats' pocket. Even when he was awkward and shy, you still thought he was pretty.

You carefully move your foot over to Miles and nudge his foot. It didn't seem to startle him, but he did look back it you and smiled. He then nudged his foot against your foot, and you smiled.

The moment seemed to last for a long time. You didn't even notice that Miles had his hand out to you, wanting to hold your hand again.

"Do you want to start heading out? It's getting late."

You nodded your head as to answer his question. "Sure, let go."

He nodded as well as you took his hand and stood up from the swing set. The snow had slowed down, and the soft sounds of your guy's shoes stepping on the snow was the only thing that you heard as you walked hand and hand back to your apartment.

Everything now was beautifully covered in snow. Making it look like a true winter wonderland in your opinion. You both again passed parked cars and lit up street lamps, the highlighted falling snow. But it was all quieter now. Even with cars and people going past the two of you.

You walk down your street and find your apartment easily. You stop and you thank Miles for the time you both had.

"Thank you."

You smiled at Miles and leaned in to kiss his cheek, which was cold from being outside for so long. You felt your heart flutter from your own gesture and you wouldn't doubt Miles felt the same.

"Yeah.. no problem. I'll see you soon?"

He asked, you nodded and gave his hand one last squeeze.

"I'll see you soon."

You gave miles one last kiss before turing to your building's door and going in. Leaving Miles outside with a smile on his face, looking like he had just seen the most mesmerizing person ever.

"...god i love you."