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So for the next week or so, I will be posting @fiddleford-appreciation-month week 4 hugs and kisses for Fidds from all his family and friends cause he now has a nice big family!

You can’t tell me that Fidds doesn’t like adopt Pacifica and she helps him around his new shed and the work together on giant machines. You can’t prove to me that does not happen.

Day 1: Stan/ord Pines
Day 2: Stan/ey Pines
Day 3: D/pper and Mabe/
Day 4: Pacifica Northwest

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“Oh my god, I can’t believe him. I’m so mad I could punch something. No, you know what? – I’m going to punch him, he deserves it.”

Callie clenched her right hand into a tight fist, eyes flaring in anger and a scowl settling in deeply along the crease of her brow.

“Right in the nose. He can have his precious plastics posse fix it up for him.”

Making a beeline from the bedroom, still clad only in her pajama shorts and a Johns Hopkins tank top, the brunette made her way across the small apartment with determination in her stride.

“You’re not nothing! You’re everything. You’re my fiancée – you are Sofia’s mother. You.Are.Her.Mother.”

Arizona scrambled from the bed, bare feet hurrying along the hardwood floor as she followed the other woman. She’d finally told her about the heated words that had been exchanged between her and Mark after the car crash and during their daughter’s traumatic birth. Mark had apologized of course, profusely, but she’d always known she would have to tell Callie someday – she had wanted to – but until her fiancée had made a full recovery, Arizona hadn’t been willing to upset her any further than the last four months already had.

It had been a quiet morning, a peaceful morning. Sofia was still miraculously asleep in her bassinet, and the two of them had been cuddled up happily under the covers talking – it had seemed like as good a moment as any. Arizona had anticipated that Callie would be upset, and emotional, but she hadn’t anticipated the outburst of furious anger that had lit up the other woman’s face almost immediately.

“Mark should consider himself lucky to parent a child with you. I can’t believe him, I can’t—oh, he is going to hurt when I’m done with him…”

“Callie, wait.”

“I’m serious, Arizona,” the brunette whipped around, hair messy from sleep, fist raised again at the ready, “it’s not okay. Just one good punch, right in the—“

“Calliope Torres you are not going to punch Mark in the face.”

“Oh yes I am—“

“Well not with that kind of fist at least!”

Callie blinked once at the sudden outburst that interrupted her, looking down as the blonde woman’s smaller hand grasped onto hers. Arizona mimicked her action of making a fist and held it up between them, thumb tucked under the edge of her forefinger, and she tilted her head with an almost exasperated – albeit slightly amused – expression.

“This is how you break bones, Calliope, and you can’t just go around breaking your million dollar surgeon hands. Any wife of mine is going to learn how to punch like she means it.”

Arizona blew some stray hairs from her face and shifted her fingers, stretching them out and slowly curling them back into a proper fist as she held it up for Callie to see. The brunette was simply gazing at her with a dumbfounded look on her face, the anger ebbing slightly from her darkened eyes, and Arizona smiled sweetly, nodding her head affirmatively.

“Always keep your thumb on the outside, like this.“

She picked up Callie’s now slack hand and formed it into a fist for her – nudging her thumb to curl around the outside where it should be.

“This way, when you hit your target, you’re going to hit him right across the proximal phalanges and your metacarpals will take the brunt of the pressure. They’re much stronger than your thumb, which you were about to crack with your first hit.”

The blonde looked perfectly innocent despite the words coming out of her mouth, and Callie looked at her closed fist, eyebrow arching slightly.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the bone doctor here?”

“Well, I thought so,” Arizona’s dimples appeared with a grin, “but clearly your fighting skills aren’t as advanced as mine.”

Arizona shifted her stance and sent a forceful, fast punch out into the air in front of her, and her fiancée’s eyes widened perceptibly at the clear strength behind the fluid motion. She knew Arizona was strong, obviously, having long ago memorized every perfect, toned muscle in the other woman’s body – but this was an entirely new revelation.

“I grew up with the name Arizona surrounded by a bunch of military brats. My dad taught me how to punch hard and fast so I only had to punch once.”

Callie’s hand unclenched from its own fist and she brought her fingers up to trail along the bare, lightly freckled shoulder in front of her – she traced the blonde’s bicep, completely unable to help herself, and bit back a small smile as she looked up to meet blue eyes.

“So…did you go around punching people out often, or?”

“Well…” Arizona paused a moment, considering her answer, “not often.”

Licking her lips almost unconsciously, Callie slid her hands to the smaller woman’s waist, tugging her closer across the small space between them.

“That’s kinda hot.”

“Just make sure you remember – thumb outside. I like your fingers to be in working order…”

Smirking slightly, Arizona slid a hand over one of Callie’s and tangled their fingers together, wrapping around the strong digits as she ran her thumb lightly over warm, soft skin.

“I’m furious at Mark…I still really want to hit him for saying that to you.”

The anger and aggravation flared across brown eyes again, but Callie let out a slight sigh at Arizona’s gentle touch – the hand still on her waist tugging the blonde firmly against her own torso.

“I know, and I love you for that. But how about…”

Glancing backwards in the direction of the bedroom, Arizona lowered her voice a touch and listened for any sounds from the tiny sleeping infant behind them. Hearing nothing but silence, she brought Callie’s hand up to her own and pressed a kiss against her fingertips, slowly and ever so lightly letting her tongue flicker out to trace around them.

“…we make better use of this hand right now?”

Swallowing almost audibly at the look in her fiancée’s eyes and the low, sultry tone of her voice, Callie could only stare for a moment, her body suddenly tingling in anticipation as a warm, wet tongue darted out to trace along her finger again and a pair of soft lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly.

“I…”

Her eyes fixed on the blue ones in front of her, Callie stuttered slightly, nodding as a slow, satisfied smile tugged at Arizona’s face. Suddenly, her anger from earlier was definitely forgotten for the time being.

Anger could wait. Arizona was always a priority.

“…I can punch him later.”

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At some point I’m probably going to watch the new Beauty and the Beast before it leaves theaters, since my mom wants to go see it.

Will try my best to go in with no expectations….but so far, I’m not impressed by Emma Watson’s singing. >>;

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I love…how little they have to talk to each other tbh..

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“What an interesting dancing style, yahahaha!” 

Greedy blue eyes locked onto the exotic dancer, the god’s gaze raking down Violet’s form.Women were entrancingly beautiful even if they did not possess anything else, in the eyes of Enel. He stayed for a few seconds, admiring the show she offered before ripping his gaze away from her and move from the crowd. Gorgeous as she was, he wanted to see what this new island had to offer.

“Living toys, women who runs after men with knifes! Maybe fairy vearth was here all along, yahaha! I haven’t felt this excited in a long time!”

And then it happened. Someone bumped into him- or maybe he did? not that it mattered- 

“Oi, oi oi~ Where’s my apology?” It was still too soon to plunge this island into chaos. He had yet to uncover all of what it had to offer.