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Summary: Written for Polyshipping Day 2021. A Hiccstrid+Heathstrid fic. Astrid returns home from a date with her husband already there waiting for her and he has a question for both her and her girlfriend.
Warning: /
Rating: General
Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, heather
Pairing: Hiccstrid+Heathstrid
Words: 1 421
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon
Author’s Notes: This one was written kind of last-minute, but I like it. It's not often that I write fluff. :')
Swept Along (By A Hurricane) [~2k, Depa/Grey/Styles, rating general]
When they were ready, Depa preceded them out the door with a swirl of her robes, moving with that dancer's grace neither man could keep their eyes off.
"Come!" there was a little thrill of pleasure in her voice. "I have somebody I'd like you to meet."
That was the point, Grey and Styles established between them later on, that they should have started signalling for a rescue.
"All right, nutella and strawberry jam sandwiches." Zoe set a very full plate of sandwiches on the coffee table. "I've ordered pizza for later. And we have the good vanilla bean ice cream, triple chocolate, and chocolate chip cookie dough are in the freezer. With plenty of whipped cream--spray and tub--and a wide variety of drinks."
Ami blinked at Zoe as the woman settled herself into the couch beside her. "This is a bit much, don't you think? I mean.... sure it's almost 5 hours long, but many run that long."
Zoe shrugged and leaned forward to grab a sandwich. "I've heard we are going to want all the comfort food tonight. All of it."
Kevin looked over at her fro the other side of Ami, raising an eyebrow. "And by heard you mean, you've already watched it?"
She waved her hand at the screen, "Just get it started. And no, I did not already watch it. And I've only seen a few spoilers. But..." Zoe took a bite of the sandwich, "Jason said there's a lot going on in this one and that they all cried, and that Neil 'bawled'." She knew that got mangled a little bit, but nutella is not as bad as peanut butter, and she could tell by their expressions they understood.
"I'm not surprised that Neil had an emotional reaction, but don't you think Jason was exaggerating, just a little? Makoto simply said it was very moving and exceptionally well done." Ami shrugged as she wiped a bit of nutella from Zoe's lips. "But this all is still sweet."
With a sigh, Kevin got the video queued. "It is a culminating battle, and given the story Matt's woven up to this point, the growth of the characters, and that their enemy looks like their friend... I suspect it's more than Makoto said but maybe less than Jason." He paused, sighed again and grabbed a sandwich. Nutella and strawberry jam was his favorite, though the other two enjoyed it. But he was the one who had insisted they keep nutella it in the apartment, the one who associated it with home and love. "It's not like they'll kill Luc again." He muttered that bit, but Ami grabbed his empty hand with her own and squeezed. He squeezed back and then kissed the back of her hand.
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By the end of the evening, empty pizza boxes were on the floor, empty ice cream cartons on the table, and the three of them were sobbing and consoling each other and laughing. When they finally got up, with a silent agreement to clean up in the morning, they headed to bed before they fell asleep on the couch.
Summary: For an instant, he was waiting for another face, for a different expression. Not the one he met. He shook his head, trying to push back the look of utter annoyance that he waited to be on Nat’s face. It wasn’t there. She wasn’t bothered by his tendencies to zoning out, to go in some place of his mind where neither she or Stephen could follow. It was weird, for him.
@writersmonth day one: annoyance and @polyshippingday
Scott McCall Appreciation Week: Day 1 - Hell Night
After graduating a year ago, Scott thought Mischief Night was behind him. He's really not sure if it was being back in Beacon Hills for a visit with Stiles and Kira during the week that April first just happened to land on, or if it was seeing the entire pack in the same place again for the first time since their graduation. Either way, during the catch up over dinner, he found himself suggesting they take part in Mischief Night. Some harmless fun for once.
