#Chocolate Chipmunk

[esmeblaise]

Ginger Snap is Honeys roommate in Big Apple and Lemons close friend. She is considered odd by her community as she likes to build machines to bake, something that is usually seen as a very personal and intimate experience. Ginger doesn't see the problem though, she puts all her love into building the machines so why should it matter if she uses a whisk or a conveyer belt? She just wants to share her joy with others

[radarsteddybear]

A sampling of my work's Christmas playlist:

Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You

A cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over)

A cover of Last Christmas

A cover of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

A cover of Frosty the Snowman

Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney

A cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over)

A cover of Sleigh Ride

A song that I have been privately referring to as Jesus Ding Dong Song

A cover of The First Noel

A song about how it now feels like Christmas in New York (we are not in New York)

A song about believing in Santa Claus

A cover of Little Saint Nick

A cover of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

A cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over)

Some song that's got the words "Ave Maria" in it but I'm pretty sure it's not that song

Pentatonix cover of The Twelve Days of Christmas

A cover of It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year where the singer spends the entire last minute repeating the last line with increasingly complex riffs that make me want to punch him in the face

That one Christmas song that's just Kelly Clarkson belting

A cover of All I Want For Christmas is You

A cover of Frosty the Snowman

A cover of Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

A cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah (???)

Trans Siberian Orchestra's Carol of the Bells

Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas is You

Electronica cover of Deck the Halls

A cover of My Favorite Things

Pentatonix cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah (???)

A cover of White Christmas

A cover of I'll Be Home for Christmas

A couple of songs about how the Best Christmas Present EVER would be if the singer's 'baby' were to come home. Why aren't they coming home for Christmas? Don't worry about it.

A cover of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas I think by Michael Buble

At least two separate covers of Santa Baby but neither are Eartha Kitt so who cares

A cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over)

[theodorejamisonseville]

“Remember that time I burnt my tongue on Alvin’s hot chocolate and started a cult by accident?”

“That was a weird week.”

[doverstardoodles]

my years of drawing chipmunks really came in handy when it came to Chocolate

[huitangerine]

Mang Loves Ice Cream 🐿️🍦🍨💕

Ref:

Buy HOPE ON THE STREET VOL. 1 & NEURON here!:

[fluffonthefloor]

guys i had my wisdom teeth out yesterday and (for right now) it isn’t so bad :)

[mewglitch]

(black) rap won't fix you until you listen to at least one indigenous song

also sorta unrelated but i still don't understand why "white" (read: light skinned people) aren't allowed to use aave. like maybe it's

the current trend of "tumblr users embarrassing themselves by proudly announcing why they don't listen to any music made by black people" is really astounding.

i cannot help but think this is a direct result of liberal White Guilt and how people have interpreted "anti-racism" as form of cultural self-segregation - the kind of person who thinks trying to cook chicken curry is cultural appropriation, or sends white people anon hate for wearing a kimono (yes, this kind of discourse happened). like, "oh, no, i could never participate in this culture, i'd get my evil white hands all over it! it would be more Progressive if I only did White things."

if you're a poc you've seen this, i'm sure - this deer-in-the-headlights stare you can get from white people when you play music / show art / share a story / anything that is Racially Coded, this total refusal to actually engage with it out of fear that it is in some way Wrong for them to have any opinion on it. because they read somewhere that it's bad to use AAVE but the only lesson they actually learned from that is "gotcha, white people are not allowed to interact with other cultures as punishment for my White Crimes. this helps to fill up the gaping pit of my white guilt and makes me one of the Good People." this transforms their discomfort around non-white cultures (black culture, especially, i should add) into a kind of virtue

anyway if you are white and reading this. go listen to some fucking haliu mergia. ethiopian jazz. will knock your dick right off. go listen to rap or reggae or bollywood and have a genuine reaction to it - like, an actual, from-the-heart reaction. you are allowed to not like some of it. but you will definitely like at least a little. yes, you can compare it to lemon demon (or whatever) if that helps you get into it and that's your only point of reference. maybe don't say that part out loud. but don't, like, separate yourself from it, like you are seeing it in a museum and the only polite thing to do is go "ahh, huh, very interesting, so much culture here."

[bee-buzzzzoff]

I dont trust anyone whos favourite icecream flavour is plain chocolate.

[redhood414]

Headcannons! Batfamily

When reader has her period

Dick Grayson

•will buy you chocolate and food. Anything you'd like. The kind of guy who will put everything to the side when you text him 'Shark week'. He knows how horrible it is, those period cramps.

•when you ask for pads, at first he didn't really know what you like to use so he asked some ladies who worked in the store what would be the best. Yes, a true gentleman.

•He knows you've got bad mood swings so he'll leave you alone and when you apologize, give you attention and reassure you.

•Cancel plans with others. When he'll be cuddling you and watching your favourite movie while resting his hand on your stomachs and someone texts him asking where he's at. He'll literally say "Sorry, I'm busy with the love of my life. She needs me. I'll make it up later" and that should do it.

•insecurities. If you get insecure, he'll caress you and tell you how beautiful you are. Every part of you. He's frustrated sometimes because why can't you see you like he sees you? Youre literally an angel and a goddess in one!

Jason Todd

•When he gets a call from you saying you're bleeding he panics. What do you mean blood? Does he have to call 911? When you tell him it's your period he's less panicking. This man knows nothing about periods since he died okay. He asks Dick for advice and stuff.

•will cook for you. Give him a recipe to make and he'll make it. You're his princess. So he'll make sure you feel like one.

•he knows your stomachache is bad so he'll warm heating pads to help with it and give you extra pillows and blankets, even his hoodie. The big, warm, black one with his red symbol on it. More for the warmth (also kind off to show off to anyone you're his. You never know with those freaks!)

•when you ask for pads he panics. He gets confused when you ask for pads with wings so this man brings home..pads and chicken wings. You can't blame the guy! He never saw stuff like that! He gets frustrated at first he got confused but when he sees you laugh he eases up.

•insecurities. This man will stare at you like you've gone mad. What do you mean you're ugly? Jason will literally drag you to the mirror and sign at the mirror "woman. I'm lucky you've chosen me" he scoffs. "Have you seen yourself? Anyone would want your body. Your gorgeous."

•mood swings. When you get mad. He'll let you scream at him and insult him. At first he doesn't get it where it comes from. But after a while he gets used to it. When you come back crying saying sorry he reassured you it's fine and tells you he loves you. He does. Will literally kill for you (and he has done it, will never tell you tho)

Tim drake

•Will look at your calender. You haven't even said it to him you've got your period. Hell literally appear random at your door with a plushie, chocolate and his hoodie. "It's your period right?" He asks. When he sees the confusion he first panics, was he wrong? Then you tell him he's right. You feel flattered he keeps it up.

•Food. Will order things. Japanese, Italien, Chinese..just say the word. He may not be the best at cooking (Alfred noticed that in the kitchen..) so he orders things. Will help you eat. He finds it adorable the way you look like a chipmunk with the sushi in your mouth.

•asking for pads. Will literally search it up on the internet what kind exists and find the ones you've looked for but couldn't find. You're happy he's noticing every single detail about you

•mood swings. Will get insecure himself. Has he done anything wrong? What's happening? Why are you so mad? After some ten minutes you explain it and he gets it. He says that he doesn't mind (but it hurts him sometimes, he knows you don't mean it tho)

•insecurities. Will listen and reassure you. He's not really that good at it, but will try his best to cheer you up. When you hear him comparing yourself to models and stuff he frowns. "They're fake. They wear make up and do special diets. You can't compare yourself to others. You're extraordinary" you can't help but feel butterflies at his words.

Damian Wayne (18 in this)

•at first he's a bit disgusted but eventually will try to help you. When he finds an underwear of yours in blood he'll complain to himself but will wash it out for you. So you'll find it proper, hanging as it dries.

•will bring you random food. Even stuff you've never seen or heard off. Chocolate too. The best chocolate (Belgium, he finds those delicious) and he's secretly pleased when you enjoy it too

•pain. Will be worried when you really have bad stomach aches. Will prepare you a bath and after that help you dry yourself and put your clothes on. Will carry you to the couch and give you warm stuff to help with the pain. Does research on what helps.

•mood swings. Damian will get mad too so it'll be a heated argument. He'll call his brother, Dick of course and complain. But when he hears it's normal he feels stupid and apologises soon to you "sorry for acting like that. I didn't know where it was coming from" (only for you he'll say sorry)

•insecurities. When he hears you mumble about how you don't like your body or anything he'll wrap his arms around you and look into the mirror with you. "Don't say that. If anything, no beauty of any painting could compare to yours. You're a work of art my dear, and you're worth more then the most famous painting in the world."

You can see I'm a romantic myself😌 hope you enjoyed! Also happy new year y'all, still just January, sorry if I'm late lmaoo

[teaboot]

now name as many movies as you can think of >:)

Murder on the Orient Express, Crank, Jumper, Inception, Nope, John Wick, The Lord of the Rings, Monkeybone, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The English Patient, Thumbleina, Cinderella, Ella Enchanted, The Princess Diaries, Red Note, Enchanted, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Anastasia, Journey to the Center of the Rarth, The Lego Movie, Barbie, Oppenheimer, Face/Off, The Fast and The Furious, Bullet Train, Howard the Duck, Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers, Captain America, The Hulk, Iron Man, X-Men Origins, Deadpool, Rear Window, The Godfather, Monty Pithon and the Holy Grail, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Stardust, Star Trek, Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, Catwoman, Daredevil, Toy Story, Turning Red, Inside Out, It, Requiem, Saw, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Carrie, Evil Dead, The Day After Tomorrow, Planet of the Apes, Jaws, Shark Tale, Pinocchio, Snow White, Ferngully, The Wizard of Oz, Arthur and the Invisibles, Babes in Toyland, The Emporer’s New Groove, Despicable Me, Minions, Rlemental, Frozen, Bad Santa, Blazing Saddles, The Grinch, Fist of Fury, The White Ninja, Crouching Toger Hidden Dragon, Austin Powers, Black Dynamite, Schindler’s List, 1000 Ways To Die in the West, Casa Blanca, Eragon, The Master of Disguise, Holmes, Holmes and Watson, The Land Before Time, Bridge to Terrabithea, The Waterhorse, Finding Nemo, Finding Dory, Happy Feet, Wonder Woman, Kingsmen, Constantine, The Sister Act, Ghost, Ghostbusters, Beetlejuice, Ernest Saves Christmas, Rudolph The Red-Nosed Raindeer, Chuck, Child’s Play, Twitches, The Blair Witch Project, 47 Ronin, Trolls, The Mask, The Secret Life of Pets, Sing, Saving Private Ryan, War Horse, Black Beauty, Mad Max, Dune, Water World, James Bond, The Hobbit, Sonic The Hedgehog, Babe, Detective Pikachu, Mulan, Brave, Crazy Tich Asians, Legally Blonde, 50 Shades of Grey, Titanic, Teo-Headed Shark Attack, Sharknado, Antlamtic Rim, Pacific Rim, World War Z, Contagion, Pride and Prejudice, Pretty Woman, Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, Romeo and Juliet, Hitchcock, I Am Legend, I Am Number Four, The Lightning Thief, Prince of Thieves, Robin Hood, The Frog Princess, Gigli, Rise of the Guardians, Hop, Click, The Transporter, Pineapple Express, Sons of Anarchy, Inglorious Bastards, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Peter Pan, Power Rangers, Rogue One, Interstellar, 2001 A Space Odyssey, Space Balls, Alien, Predator, The Terminator, Robocop, Moonlight, The Tigger Movie, Around The World In 80 Days, The Love Guru, Don’t Mess With the Zohar, The Mighty Ducks, 101 Dalmatians, Cruella, Django Unchained, Rago, Hotel Transelvvania,

The Mummy, Mermaids, The Breakfast Club, sixteen candles, Clueless, Nine, Fantastic Mr. fox, Wallace and Gromit, Hellsing, The Brothers Grimm, Tangled, Arachnophobia, Anaconda, Hansel and Gretel, Hoodwinked, Angry Birds, Kung Fu Panda, Rio, The Muppet Movie, Scrooged, A Christmas Carol, Nightmare before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, James and the Giant Peach, Coraline, Alice in Wonderland, Dumbo, Home Alone, Dennis the Menace, War with Grandpa, The Parent Trap, Cheaper by the Dozen, Christmas with the Cranks, Mixed Nuts, Home for the Holidays, Meet The Fockers, Cats VS Dogs, Good Boy, Castaway, George of the Jungle, The Mitchell’s VS the Machines, King Kong, Godzilla, Eraserhead, Frank, Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabethtown, The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Wall-E, Serendipity, Mamma Mia, The Secret of Nim, Brother Bear, Aladdin, Spy Kids, Ready Player 1, Weekend at Bernie's, The Matrix, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, Rosebud, Young Frankenstein, Igor, Prince of Persia, Mission Impossble, Chocolate, The Haunted Mansion, Doctor Dolittle, Goosebumps, The Happening, Old, Plane, The Crying Game, 147 Hours, Narnia, Crampus, Pet Semetary, The Ring, It Follows, Teeth, The Human Centipede, Tusk, The Thing, The Blob, The Creature from the Nlack Lagoon, Abraham Lincoln: Zombie Slayer, Sharknado, Sharktopus, Nazis at the center of the Earth, Santa VS The Martians, Space Jam, Final Destination, The SpongeBob Movie, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Mr: Magoriums Wonder Emporium, Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Wonka, Zombieland, The Simpson Movie, War of the Worlds, The Twilight Zone movie, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Scream, March of the Penguins, LILO and Stitch, The Brave Little Toaster, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Dark Crystal, Clockwork Orange, Sully, six underground, The Proposal, The Bodyguard, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Dirty Dancing, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, Air Bud, The Silence of the Lambs, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Splice, The Edge of Tomorrow, The Last Holiday, Wet Hot American Summer, Police Academy, American Pie, Revenge of the Nerds, Amelie, La Chorale, Ratatouille, Inspector Gadget, Serenity, Ultraviolet, Annie, Charlotte’s Web, Air Buddies, Baby Geniuses, Catch Me if you Can, Now you See Me, Salt, London Has Fallen, Ender’s Game, The Hunger Games, Little Rascals, Fat Albert, Precious, The Whale, Gulliver’s Travels, School of Rock, Zathura, Jumanji, Flubber, Dead Poet’s Society, Get Out, Us, Piranha, Road Trip, Kangaroo Jack, Crocodile Dundee, Nanny McPhee, The Bee Movie, Ants, A Bug’s Life, The Lion King, The Aristocats, Homeward Bound, A Dog’s Purpose, Mr. poppers Penguins, Blood Diamond, House of Flying Daggers, Dragon Wars, Croczilla, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, Life of Pi

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Autumn love~

the autumn chill

[luveline]

hello my love!! could you maybe show us what bedtime is like in the kbd universe? thank you, you’re incredible <3

kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader get their small family ready for bed. 3k

“She looks so pretty,” Avery whispers. 

Steve struggles to pull the hem of his sock over his ankle, crossing his legs to match her as she snaps an apple slice in half with her fingers, the juice wetting her pyjama top, her torso swaying as his knee bumps into hers. “Who?” Steve asks, blinking. 

“Wren,” Avery says, leaning back to let Steve see the baby where she’s napping in her bouncer. Avery shoves a chunk of apple in her mouth. “She’s pw-ery.” 

“Try not to talk with your mouth full, you might choke.” 

Avery nods, closing her mouth to chew up the rest of her food with chipmunk cheeks. 

Steve draws a little heart into her knee. She has a bruise from falling up the stairs a few days ago like a purple ink blot just under her kneecap, but she hasn’t complained. She didn’t cry when she fell, she just got back up and asked for a Capri-Sun. Steve’s surprised she’s so hardy, but she’s getting older. He’d sort of been hoping she’d want him to kiss it better.

“She’s pretty like her big sister,” he says. 

“I’m glad she’s stopped crying all the time.” 

“Me too.” He takes one of the smaller slices from her plate to eat, wiping juice from her cheek as he does. 

She grins. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. You all done?” 

“Yep.” 

“Not hungry anymore?” 

“Nope.” She grabs her plate before he can. “I’ll put it in the sink.” 

“Thanks, beautiful.” 

She jumps up with her empty plate and does a spin, saying, “Who, me?” 

Steve laughs like an idiot, still chuckling to himself as the sound of her plate hitting the kitchen sink reaches his ears. Wren, finally out of her sleep regression (for now), doesn’t wake. All good signs of a good night. 

Steve lets his head fall back onto little legs. “What about you?” he asks Dove, the second youngest daughter, where she sits behind him on the couch. 

She hums under her breath, her hands quick to weave into his hair, petting it away from his face. He waits for an answer he doesn’t get, closing his eyes and turning his face into her knee. Her giggles are treacle sweet. “Don’t sleep,” she protests. 

“I’m tired.” 

“It’s not bed time.” 

She’s not gonna like what Steve’s about to tell her, if that’s the case. She had a screaming tantrum last night about bed time where she threw herself on the floor and whacked her hands until her palms turned bright red. He’s not wanting a repeat. 

“It is bed time,” he says gently, though it’s not for another half an hour, “but, I was thinking, because you’ve been so good today you’d stay up extra. Maybe even have hot cocoa before bed.” Steve turns to meet her eyes. “How’s that sound?” 

“Really?” she asks, her eyes blowing wide with excitement. Steve is starting to wonder if she’s not as mini-me as he used to think, growing into sweeter features as she leaves the baby-toddler stage and starts to look like a kid. He loves it. 

“That sound fun or what?” 

She dives at him. He has enough sense to have twisted and catches her before she can break any of his teeth. “You are the best daddy ever!” she declares seriously, almost tipping over his shoulder. 

He lets her dangle for a second, then yanks her back topside. “You’re my best girl, that’s why. Let’s go make the drinks. Actually, we better go see who else wants some.” 

You and Bethie are attempting some last minute crafts at the dining table, and you’re very interested in hot chocolate but Beth doesn’t like it and so, doesn’t want any. She does seem interested in a glass of milk with a couple of chocolate chip cookies, so it’s nearly the same thing. “Careful,” he says, putting the half a pint of milk down in front of her birdhouse cautiously, “you don’t wanna spill that, baby.” 

“Who says she’s gonna spill it?” you ask. 

“Don’t start with me,” Steve warns. 

You smile to yourself. You’ve a spatula for PVA glue in your hand, skins of glue dried to your fingertips flecked with splinters of wood. Lollipop crafts felt like a good idea when he’d suggested it, but then he didn’t actually want to do it, and you’d been kind enough to step in. I’m sick of mess, he’d confided. 

Well, you’d said, somewhere between a quick kiss pressed to his shoulder and your hand rubbing it away, you probably shouldn’t have asked me to have so many kids. 

I love mess, he’d corrected immediately. Love to make more of it someday. 

“We’re nearly done in time for bed,” you assure him now. 

“I told Dove she could have an extra half an hour.” He winks at you clumsily. 

“Oh, really? Well, maybe Beth and Avery should get some extra time too.” 

Beth dunks her cookie into the top of her cup. “No thanks. I’m tired. Can I sleep with Avery again?” she asks, milk dribbling down the sides of the glass to darken the coaster underneath. 

“You’ll have to ask her yourself,” Steve says. “Wait, where is she? I thought she was in here.” Something grabs him by the legs, a sudden clutching that activates a heat in his eyes and spine he can’t explain. He flinches sideways into a cabinet and almost steps on a rather small limb. “What the fuck.” 

“Boo!” Avery says, laughing brightly as Steve rights himself on the counter. 

“Avery! Did I step on you? I’m sorry,” he says, immediately bending down. “What were you thinking? I could’ve really hurt you!” 

“Daaad, I was just pulling a prank,” she says. 

He checks over the arm he was so sure he’d stepped on. “You okay?” 

“She’s fine,” you say. “Yeah?” 

“I’m fine!” She hugs his legs again. “You said a super bad word.” 

He was hoping everybody missed that. “Dove–”

“Dad,” Dove interrupts, kicking her little feet exactly where he left her sitting on the dinner table by your left, “bad words make me cry.” She says it all clunky and clumsy, having heard it enough times. Her Aunt Robin has a potty-mouthed girlfriend, and Steve can’t do damage control quick enough sometimes.

“No, it’s when you say bad words daddy cries,” Avery says. 

“I didn’t say one!” 

“I know! I just mean it’s not when dad says it.” 

“What?” Dove asks. “He did says it.”

You’re grinning. You love when Dove confuses herself, all kids go through it, where half the time they don’t know what they’re saying until you help them along, but you love Dove’s new phase especially because she’s always been so serious. “What Avery is telling you, baby, is that daddy doesn’t get upset when he says bad words because he’s a grown up.” 

“So when we’re older we can cuss too?” Bethie asks. 

Steve’s jaw drops. “No, Beth! No, none of you need to say bad words, and I don’t either, and I’m really sorry. Can we forget about it?” 

Steve makes hot chocolate and helps you clean the sorry mess you’ve made on the table, and, after some light teasing, everybody forgets he’d reacted so violently to Avery’s surprise. Well, almost. Dove is the first to succumb to a case of the sleepies despite being otherwise reluctant to give in, sitting on his thigh, marshmallows still whole in her drink. She’d barely managed four sips. 

Steve cuddles her to his chest, covering her ear where she nuzzles against him from the sounds of your and Avery’s giggling. “He went pale,” you’re saying. 

Beth offers Steve half of one of her cookies. “You didn’t,” she says. 

If he didn’t have his arms full of Dove he’d scoop her up. “Thank you, Beth. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Alright,” you say, twining your fingers and sliding them behind your head, your neck and back clicking audibly in the quiet of the Harrington house winding down, “I think it’s bedtime. Are you done with your drink?” 

You rinse the cups. Steve ferries Dove upstairs, has her down and tucked in in record time, soon enough to catch you as you and the rest of the girls make your way upstairs. Beth and Avery are beautifully silent, weary of their sensitive baby sister where she’s cradled to your chest. 

You attempt to put her down in her crib in your room, but Steve gets the feeling you aren’t successful when a crackly cry breaks out. 

“Oh, no,” Avery says. 

“It’s fine. Let’s go brush our teeth, okay? Mommy has it.” 

They brush their teeth. Steve wipes their faces down with a damp hand towel and has a moment of gratitude just touching their faces. They both look so loved, the way their eyes crinkle, the way they lift their chins, all too happy for Steve to do it. He loves these moments of being a dad most, he might say, second only to getting to talk to them, especially now they’re both holding conversation. They talk to each other none stop; Beth talks to Avery ten times as much as she does anyone else. 

“Are you having a sleepover again?” Steve asks. 

Beth turns to Avery pleasingly. “Can I? Please, please, please.” 

“Yes!” Avery says, big sister extraordinaire. She wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders, taller, more aware of herself as she presses her cheek to Beth’s and mumbles, “Of course you can. I love you. I want us to have sleepovers every night.” 

You emerge from the bedroom victorious, heading into the bathroom as he and the girls come out. “I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” you say. 

“Gonna get Beth changed.” 

“Okay, I put her nightie on the foot of her bed earlier.” 

It’s routine but not without enjoyment. He makes sure they’re both comfortable in the night's sleepwear and takes care of their hair, before giving Avery’s room a quick half-clean and shaking out the sheets on her bed. Avery has the second biggest bedroom, though Bethie’s is nothing to turn your nose up at, and it gets Steve thinking as they climb up into Avery’s single bed. 

“I think it’s good for you guys to keep your separate rooms for now,” Steve says tentatively, “but what do you think about sharing?” 

The plan was that Dove and Wren would share, but if Avery and Beth are getting along so well, it might not hurt to ask. 

Beth gasps. “Our bedrooms?” 

“Like, you and Avery could both sleep in here. You have a bunk bed, or we could get you a big one to share, and you could share teddies.” 

“I don’t want to share my teddies,” Avery says. 

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you.” Steve squints at them both. “Bad idea?” 

“I want to share,” Beth says immediately. 

Avery has a better understanding of what that will mean. “Maybe.” 

“You don’t have to,” Steve says. “Your rooms are yours, okay? Maybe we can just get you a bigger bed anyways, Ave. You’re so tall now, in a couple of years you’ll be ten feet tall and we’ll have to bend you in half to get you to school.” 

This is the funniest thing a man could say, apparently —both Beth and Avery burst into girly giggles that ring down the landing. Beth sounds like she might be sick. She laughs so much, falling into Avery’s side as her big sister says, “Dad, that’s silly!” 

“I can show you, if you want. We’ll practise making you into an Avery flavour pretzel, c’mere.” 

She squeals and climbs over Beth’s legs to huddle in the corner of her bed. Steve doesn’t so much as touch her legs and she’s laughing again, panicked, hyper laughter like she can’t decide if she wants to be folded or not. He presses his finger over his smile. “Shh, shh, we can’t wake the babies.” 

“Sorry,” she laughs. 

“My fault. Don’t be sorry.” He gives her leg a squeeze. “How about we start to tuck you in, girls? Do we have everything we need?” 

Beth wants a few things from her own bed, but besides that, they’re ready. Well, they’re supposed to be ready, but Steve wound them up and it’s his own fault, he can’t even complain when they beg him to watch a movie. What’s the harm? he decides, turning on Avery’s TV and pushing their favourite tape into the VHS player. 

“The effect FernGully has on the new generation is amazing,” you say, wiping your eyes. You’ve changed into pyjama pants Steve’s sure you’ve had since you met him and a tank top with straps falling down your shoulders. He wants to pull them back over the curve of your shoulder, but he’s trying to be less smothering.

He fluffs the pillows behind the girls’ backs. “It’s the boy. What’s his name? Dennis? Daniel?” 

“Neither.” You put a fallen teddy back on the bed and turn on Avery’s star-shaped night light before flicking off the big light above. The TV glows green on their legs. 

“Gonna lie down?” Steve says, gentler now, easing them in. 

Avery flops back. Beth curls in on her side, and it reminds Steve of you and him. He can sleep any which way. You’re slightly more particular, but you’re happier curled on to him. He really loves how close they are as sisters, and he has to give Avery some credit, because while Beth is exceedingly easy to love, she’s a clinger, she worships her big sister, which must get heavy from time to time. 

Avery pulls the blankets up over them before Steve can do it himself. He sighs, tucking them both in. Blankets pushed gently under their sides, hair brushed back from their little faces, he says, “Love you, Ave. Love you, Beth,” kissing their foreheads in swift succession. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Love you, daddy,” they say at the same time. 

You touch his arm gently before leaning in for your own kisses. You’re slower than he’d been, turning their faces in your hand one after the other to place identical kisses on their cheeks. “Love you, sweetheart,” you say to Avery, and, “Love you, baby,” you say to Beth. Steve holds your back as you do. “Have good dreams, okay? And don’t mess with the TV. One movie tonight is enough, you’ll wake up with sore eyes.” 

He steals another kiss from both of them and then you’re closing the door behind you, the house much darker and quieter than it had been only ten minutes previous. 

“You want a glass of water?” Steve says. 

You catch his hand. “I got you one.” 

Neither you nor Steve bother with anything but bed. He draws back the blankets and you climb in, only stopping momentarily to make sure that Wren’s alright in her crib. You curl in the middle of the bed and wait for Steve to force his way beneath you, which he does, your face resting on his shoulder, your leg stretched across his. Your hip is a lump in the blankets. He lets his hand fall atop it, whistling a tired breath through his teeth. 

“Mm,” you agree, stretching out, curling in tighter. 

“I know,” he says. Can’t forget his best girl, can’t not think about how much he loves you when it’s you and him alone. Mostly. “You alright?” 

“Fine. Tireder than I thought.” Your eyes close, lashes brushing his chest. “H?” 

“What?”

“You okay?”

“Fine, honey. Was just asking you,” he mumbles. His pillow feels like a cloud beneath his head, the mattress even better, and the sheets are a brushed cotton that’s amazingly soft on his skin. 

He turns his nose down onto you for a not so secret sniff. 

“Feels too good to be true.” 

“My turn tonight,” he says. 

“No, baby, it’s my turn.” 

“That’s fine.” He’s not as tired as you, or at least not half as achy. If Wren wakes up crying (not definitely going to happen) or Dove has a late night startle (even less likely, though not impossible), he’ll take the burden tonight. “I wanted babies and I got ‘em.”

“I want them too,” you say. 

“Of course you do,” he says, rubbing your forehead with the tip of his nose affectionately. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Less when they wake me up,” you joke. 

Steve feels up your side to your shoulder for a sleepy cuddle. You don’t realise how soft you can be, how warm you are pressed against him like this, how grateful he is to hold you. Maybe you can read his mind, or maybe as just pure evidence of such a feat, you cup his upper arm in your hand and begin to draw shapes over his skin, breaking the pattern with fleeting scratches. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, honey. I’m sure. You go to sleep now, okay? It’s Saturday tomorrow,” he whispers tenderly. “You don’t have anywhere to be.” 

“‘Cept here,” you whisper back. 

“Love you.” A brush of his lips to your eyebrow. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” he says. He swears he’s gonna stay up for a bit and count your eyelashes or something, maybe pen you a love poem, write a note about your lips and how they pout when you’re nearly sleeping, but he forgets to when you press your face into the curve of his neck and kiss it clumsily. You fall asleep at the same time, the girls laughing in whispers just a few feet away behind the wall.  

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request headcanons of Jason Todd with a reader who is a talented chef and baker?

Jason loves, loves, loves to eat but he loves to eat whatever you make especially.

It’s just so damn good and enticing that he can’t help but want to steal a bite while you were working your magic on some cookie dough in the kitchen.

Jason likes to claim he’s helping you when in actuality he was just being a little shit.

You still remembered the time where you had caught Jason red hand eating something he shouldn’t have, and still have the audacity to look at you with his attempt at puppy dog eyes.

He should be lucky you like him enough to make him whatever he wanted in bulk, seeing as how he had quite the appetite as you’ve once watched him wolf down four homemade burgers, chips and still found room in his stomach to indulge in something sweet.

You couldn’t count how many times you had to swat him away with your spatula when you saw his hand creeping towards a cooling tray of gooey double chocolate chip cookies.

‘Jason!’ You exclaimed. ‘Stop trying to eat the cookie before they’ve had time to cool down!’

‘But sweetheart it’s not my fault that your cookies are so good! They even maintain that gooey chocolate chip goodness that you know I like.’ Jason says as he hugs you from behind, pressing kisses into your shoulder, neck and head.

‘You’re just buttering me up so that I’d give you an early taste.’ You pouted, looking away from him as you feigned hurt. ‘Admit it, you’re only with me for the fact that I can cook and bake your favourite things.’

Jason, feeling a little bad for making you think that, was quick in having you look at him as he apologised. ‘I’m sorry chipmunk, you know I love you beyond your ability to cook food and sweet treats and make it look like an art form. How about I help you cook tonight or let me took for you instead to make up for it?’ He asks as he kept you close to him and planting kisses across your face.

His lips tasted very much like the chocolate chip cookies and after a while you just couldn’t keep up pretending to be mad at him and smile into his lips as you kissed him back before inevitably pulling away. ‘That sounds perfect jay bird but let me cook and you just stand there and look pretty.’ You cheeked as Jason gasped.

‘You only like me because I’m pretty? How shallow of you chipmunk.’ Jason joked and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips once more. ‘I like you because you’ve got a bottomless stomach.’ You then playfully prodded at his tummy and Jason jolted at the touch, which made you laugh as you went back to what you were previously doing before Jason interrupted.

‘Can I at least have a nibble?’ Jason asked after a moment of silence against your neck.

‘No, I think you’ve already had enough nibbles don’t you?’ You asked with a smile as you felt Jason pout.

‘Mean.’ He muttered childishly.

‘Mean is you eating the cookie dough and saying oops after I caught you.’ You replied and Jason stayed silent after that.

Jason hyped up your cooking and baking simultaneously and would praise your natural talent for it to anyone with ears to hear him, which had lead to one or many instances where his friend Roy or his family came over to see what all the hype was about.

Needless to say you’ve gotten more people who were obsessed with your baking/cooking and as for Alfred? You were sharing recipes and what techniques you use when prepping food, the usage of spices and herbs and so on in hopes of enhancing the flavour of the dish.

[zvdvdlvr]

For your ‘Holiday Headlines’: drinking hot coco with Soap?

Hot Chocolate + Johnny MacTavish

Burly arms wrapped around your waist as you sprinkled cinnamon onto melting dollops of whipped cream. “Looks delicious, bonnie,” Soap praised. His eyes watched the mugs hungrily- waiting impatiently for you to give him the ‘go ahead’.

You hummed in satisfaction. “I’ve worked all day on these,” you tell him solemnly. “Yours is the one on the left. Be careful because it is hot.”

The word ‘left’ hadn’t even filled the air before Johnny’s greedy hands clasped the porcelain and he took a generous swig of the chocolate drink. His eyes widened and his cheeks swelled like a chipmunk. You guffawed at his reaction.

“I told you!” You reprimanded him with a smirk, taking your mug and padding into the living room to continue your Chrisrmas movie marathon.

Johnny followed soon after looking more dejected than he had before burning off his taste buds. “You didnae tell me it was fookin’ boilin’,” he accused. He set his mug on the coaster beside the couch and snuggled up next to you. “Tryna bloody kill me, woman.”

You set your mug beside your husbands and chuckled. As he pressed play, your hands carded theough his short hair while waiting to the admittedly hot hot coco. “What’s love without a little pain?” You joked, giving Johnny’s hair a gentle tug.

He yowled dramatically. “Steamin’ Jesus!”

You shushed him. “You’re being dramatic, my love. Queen never cry. Watch the movie.”

Johnny grumbled under his breath and glared at the whisps of smoke trailing out of your Snoopy mug. He wasn’t mad, though, because he was spending Christmas in your arms.

[pyromcbster]

jezebel kicks the empty box under the end table , the tinkling of unwrapped tinsel can be heard for a split second . she doesn’t like her weaknesses being known , but if there’s one that’s more known , it would be that this bunny LOVES her chocolate .

}IT'S NEVER TOO EARLY FOR CHRISTMAS!{

@pyromcbster asked: "I stocked up on fancy chocolates for christmas three days ago. Now they're gone. I am full of sugar and regret."

" Ah, a travesty indeed. " While he may not be one to particularly like sweets, he could still sympathize with someone being lacking in a food they enjoy so soon after getting it. Especially if that someone was his beloved Jezebel. " ...Were you at least the one to finish them off? "

[holylulusworld]

Hot Chocolate time

Summary: Christmas is near. You and Lee want to get the most out of it.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Christmas fluff

Catch up here: Snuggle Time & Snuggle & Cuddle

“Lee? Baby? Where are you?” You walk into the house, your arms full of all the things you’ll need for Christmas. “I got more toffees and the candy canes you love so much!”

“Candy canes?” Lee jogs toward you; he takes the three paper bags filled with food and sweets out of your hands. He tuts before pecking your cheek. “I told you not to carry heavy things. Next time, you’ll let me handle this.”

“I wanted to bring everything inside before the snowstorm gets worse,” you shiver and whine. “It’s so cold outside, and the snow is falling even harder.”

Lee hurriedly brings the bags into the kitchen. He looks out of the window, sighing. There's no way he can make it to the police station. “I won’t even make it out of the house. How did you make it back home?”

“Willpower,” you giggle. “Uh—I got lucky. The snowplow was driving in front of me.” You wink at Lee. “If not, I’d be stuck at the grocery store for days.”

“Why didn’t you wake me, Chipmunk?” He looks over his shoulder to watch you unpack the groceries. “I could’ve handled the grocery run for you.”

“I wanted to buy more hot chocolate.” You wink at Lee. “Now we got everything we’ll need for the next few days. Hopefully, there’s no emergency, and you can stay at home.”

“I guess they got the shifts covered.” Lee shrugs. “I’ll call and ask if they need me. If not, I’ll stay home.”

“They can call you if it’s an emergency,” you grumble. “It’s so cold, and the snow masses won’t go away soon. You can’t go out there, Lee!” You put your hands on your hips and huff. “I won’t let you leave!”

“Aw, my little Chipmunk tries to keep me hostage at my house,” Lee purrs and steals a candy cane. “How about I call the guys and ask if they need me, and you can prepare the hot chocolate? I don’t think they want me to leave the house today.”

You smile to yourself hearing Lee call his colleagues. He hums and tells them to contact him if they need help. “Everything is good. They won’t need me today, Y/N.”

“In here,” you call from the kitchen. “The hot chocolate is ready! I added your favorite mini marshmallows.”

Lee strolls back into the kitchen. He grins from ear to ear, smelling the hot chocolate. Lee licks his lips as he steps toward the kitchen counter. “You know my weakness.”

“Of course I do, Lee baby,” you coo, and hand him the mug you prepared for him. “I hope you like it.”

“I will love it because you made it…” Lee pecks your lips. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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