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Not So Bad - :GIFT:Hawk had to admit… the holidays were a bit of a drag. Not she was some humbug or anything like that. Far from it in fact. She liked Christmas and the little things it offered. She liked the various colors and some of the frenzies it put people through. It was fun to make of Black Friday piranhas- er – shoppers… and there was plenty of bad holiday specials to point and laugh at. There were Santa hats that she could force on Pedro’s head and all that kind of silly stuff…Not So Bad - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
There was always a bit of fun to be had during this time, like there was any other time.
But Christmas, admittedly, had seemed to lose its magical spark over the years. She vaguely remembered back when she was a kid who still naively believed in Santa Claus and Rudolph and all of that other mystical garbage… and how exciting all of it was. The nervousness one felt during Christmas Eve as they mentally went over the year, trying to pre-determine whether or not Santa had put them in the
Friends As Good As These - DR fanfiction - :GIFT:Chihiro Fujisaki never felt more useless in his whole entire life and that was saying a lot, seeing as he never really felt all that proud of himself in normal situations. But this was the icing of the cake. Not only was it the icing of the cake, but it carried sprinkles of disappointment on it. That was how bad he messed up this whole entire situation. All he wanted to do was sink into the ground and disappear forever. But he had made a vow to be braver… and being brave meant doing things that you didn’t exactly want to do… but you knew was right.Friends As Good As These - DR fanfiction - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
So that was why he was standing in front of Mondo Oowada’s door, trying to work up the nerve to knock on the door while simultaneously keeping the bile in his stomach in. A large part of him just wanted to chicken out and run all the way back home and perhaps tell Mondo the whole issue via text like the coward he was, but the small part of him that insisted on being courageous kept him rooted in spot.
Okay, so since h
We Don't Need a Mistletoe - :GIFT:“I don’t see why I have to even celebrate this stupid Christmas holiday. I am a demon who lives in Hell. Why the hell do I have to support Jesus on his birthday? Felicity and Allesandra don’t have to do this.” Tsubasa griped angrily, glaring at the Christmas decorations Michael was forcing him to hang up like they personally offended him.We Don't Need a Mistletoe - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
Michael rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, saying, “Because it is a tradition that I mean to uphold. Besides, if you didn’t want to celebrate Christmas, you shouldn’t have picked the angel to date. Besides, there isn’t any demonic overlord to celebrate on Christmas, unless you want to worship Krampus, but I am going to tell you, I am not joining you in the celebration.”
“Sorry, I don’t waste my time in worshipping people who aren’t real.” Tsubasa muttered. He had to give his parents credit. They may have not been the most loving people, or the most influential in the slightes
Sandwiches - TF2 fanfiction - :GIFT:Medic honestly wanted to complain about it, he really did. He didn’t know what was really causing it. He supposed it was the “Inner Bastard” in him that just liked to tear things open. He was a bit sadistic after all. Whatever it was, it had an incredibly strong urge to call the big meathead out on his actions and make a snarky comment of some variety about him being a gigantic sap. But even though that part of him practically crawled at his vocal chords every morning, his more practical side kept him silent. After all, what Heavy was doing was beneficial to him in the long run, so discouraging him from doing it in the first place would be rather counterproductive on his part.Sandwiches - TF2 fanfiction - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
So instead of verbally slandering Heavy for performing his little task, he decided to distract himself by feeding Archimedes and the several other doves he had in his laboratory. But as he watched the snow-white birds light down to devour their breakfast, he found he was quickly growing bored an
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Babysitting - StreamClan Fanfiction - GiftHow, in the dear name of StarClan, did Leonpaw get himself stuck in this situation? Why was he stuck here in camp, babysitting some dumb kits while a majority of his Clanmates were attending the Gathering?
Actually, why was he asking these questions to himself? He knew the answer to them all.
The reason he was stuck here was through the carefully concentrated effort of Kirigiripaw and Monobear, or aka, the scourges of his whole entire existence. Okay, so maybe he was the only cat who knew and called them by that, but still, it was a fitting nickname.
Granted, he had been foolish to believe Monobear in the first place. But an apprentice should be able to his trust his/her mentor full-heartedly. Wasn’t that like one of the unspoken agreements in the ritual between both mentor and apprentice. Sure, Monobear was an evil, sadistic cat but…
No, there was nothing to add to that. There was his answer of why he shouldn’t trust any of Monobear’s words. Monobear was a sic
Secret Chocolate - Durarara! FanfictionShitsuo had always liked chocolate. Normally, this fact wouldn’t shock anyone. Lots of people loved chocolate. It was a perfectly normal love to have. Maybe not the healthiest, but it was okay.
But people were raised in different families, and if Shitsuo’s family had even heard a hint of this fact, he didn’t even want to imagine how much they would hound and lecture him.
Shitsuo’s family, to say the very least, were extremely strict. Obedience was the one skill Shitsuo had mastered completely. It was the law he was raised by his whole entire life. Whatever his parents said was law.
He was assigned to be a butler to Sakuraya by his family, so obviously, he had to learn how to be obedient and used to taking orders. His family had given him early experience per say. Everything in Shitsuo’s life was controlled by them, timing and everything.
Shitsuo, when he went to play outside with other friends, had to come back exactly an hour later. That was his curfew. &