#Day Two

[domnorian]

Kryptonite Week - Day 1 : Green & Black

Kryptonite Week - Day 2 : Red & Blue

Made for @kryptonite-week !

I know I'm late. There's been electricity issues at my place yesterday. Hopefully, I won't have more issues.

I decided to use both prompt for the color palette as an additional challenge. I still used only one of them as a prompt.

[dailydamijon]

Day two of daily damijon.

Green Lantern: Blackstars (2019) Issue #2

clark walking in on jon and damian hugging and then everyone just staring at them

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddie-week.

Waiting on You

Day #2 - Prompt: Hands | Word Count: 448 | Rating: T | CW: Hospitalization | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Healing, Caretaker Steve Harrington

His hands are warm. 

That's the first thought Eddie has as he starts to come around. He knows it's Steve, has heard him talking to the kids, to Wayne, off and on all morning. Eddie's been here, sort of, skirting the edges of consciousness for a while now. In and out, without being able to really push through to let them know he's still here.

That he's coming back, if they'll just give him a little more time. To not give up on him, not yet.

He realized quickly that they're all taking turns sitting next to his bed. Uncle Wayne, Steve, the kids. 

And when they do, somebody usually has a hold of his hand, like it's a requirement for keeping Eddie tethered to the earth. 

Maybe it is.

But he's learned the differences. They all touch him, hold his hand, squeeze him, differently. But this is Steve, Eddie's sure of it. It's not rough or callused or dry enough to be Wayne. It's not sweaty and desperate enough to be Dustin.

Dustin clings. Squeezes, as if that could wake Eddie up.

Gareth, too. 

Both kids always feel like they're holding onto him for dear life. Eddie wants to tell them he's okay, or that he will be, but he hasn't been able to push through to the surface. Not yet. 

Steve's different.

Steve's hand is just a warm, solid presence. Not really demanding anything of him, so Eddie supposes it's fitting that this is the hand grasping his when he finally wakes up. Eddie does things on his own terms, always has, and he figures waking up from a coma is no different.

Eddie gives Steve's hand a squeeze, Steve squeezes back, but keeps talking to Dustin. Maybe this is something Eddie's done before, like, involuntarily? Eddie doesn't remember. So he squeezes harder, and that's when the talking stutters and ceases.

"He just squeezed my hand," Steve says.

"He does that. You know he does," Dustin says, sounding distant and far away.

"Not like this," Steve says, then suddenly, even if Eddie can't see him, Eddie knows he's much closer, face right above his. Eddie can sense it.

"Eddie? You with us?" Steve asks.

Eddie can't seem to open his eyes yet, but he squeezes back again, long and deliberate this time, hoping that gets the message across. 

It must.

"Call Wayne," Steve suddenly says, and then there's a hand on Eddie's forehead. The same kind of warm palm that's still gripping his hand. 

It feels nice. 

Eddie squeezes Steve's hand one more time for good measure, and Steve laughs, and says, oh so close to his face, "Hi. Welcome back. We've been waiting on you."

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddie-week and follow along with the fun!

[umweiss]

☾ a shoulder to cry on 𖤓

After Katara confronts her mother's killer, Zuko provides comfort in the storm.

[sick-o-sal]

playing dress to impress with my baddies!! :3

@davekatweek DAY TWO!! GAME!! (karkat's fashion is peak, you're all h8rs)

[makeagif]

Lando Norris / Formula 1 Testing, Sakhir, Bahrain, Day Two. (22/02/2024)

[christiancagesupporter]

can't wait for the next generation of wrestlers to be trained by ibushi that will go well

[ivyodessa]

Hellcheer Anniversary Week Day Two - Friday Night Football Game

"T-I-G-E-R-S! GO TIGERS GO!" the squad yelled in unison while Tina and Rochelle did double front handsprings in the front. The two of them grabbing pompoms and rejoining the group for the final cheer.

Chrissy was in the center of it all, smiling and yelling as loud as she could with her squad. Hers. She was the captain now, the responsibility passed down to her at the beginning of senior year just a month ago.

The Homecoming game was the first big night to show off everything they'd been working on during cheer camp this past summer and the first few games of the season. Try as she might though, her focus kept getting stuck on a figure clad in black sitting at the very top of the bleachers smiling down at her.

Their pompoms pumped the air as they gave their final chant "GO, FIGHT, WIN!" and before she knew it, the announcer was welcoming the marching band and color guard to the field. Halftime finally, thank goodness.

She looked up to the top of the stands and expected to find a lanky metalhead with a Cheshire grin, but his spot was suspiciously empty.

Chrissy turned to Abby Lancaster, one of their best flyers, "I'm gonna get a drink from concessions, I'll be right back!" and walked off before the girl could even give an affirmative nod.

She made her way through the crowd of people milling around as the show began and found a small gap to crawl underneath the bleachers. It wasn't long before she saw the glowing cherry of a lone cigarette in the darkness.

"T-I-G-E-R-S! GO TIGERS GO!" Eddie cheered in a high, girlish voice while waving his arms in an uncoordinated attempt at a cheer routine. "You looked pretty good out there, princess," he chuckled warmly, flicking the cigarette aside.

"Oh yeah?" she said with sweet smile. "You think we can cheer them all the way to the championships?" She made her way to him and placed her hands on his chest, gazing up at him adoringly.

"Can you? Absolutely yes. Do I want you to? Fuck no. I want these fuckers to lose every game. I hate having to sacrifice Friday nights with my girl." His girl. Eddie Munson's secret girlfriend. The thought always set her cheeks ablaze.

"If I'm your girl why haven't you kissed me yet?" she pouted playfully.

With a smile he cradled her face and leaned down for a gentle kiss. A kiss that quickly turned heated. Her hands made their way to his hair, scraping his scalp and pulling a moan from him that she swallowed down eagerly. His hands inevitably made their way under her cheer skirt, squeezing and kneading her ass as his teeth and tongue turned her brain into fuzzy television static.

Somehow she broke away from their kiss, panting and still holding onto a fistful of his hair. She stared at his kiss swollen lips and then looked up into the rich chocolate of his wide eyes, a perfect shaft of light from the bright field lights illuminating the warm, brown canyons found in his irises. The cacophony of sound around them didn't even seem to touch them here in this private dark place.

She touched her forehead to his. "I missed you," she whispered desperately, her heart still beating erratically from their kiss.

"You're telling me," he huffed out a laugh, "Longest fucking week of my life."

She toyed with the chain around his neck, "But we're together now. And I plan on sneaking under the bleachers with you every game, just so you know."

He smiled and looked deeply into her eyes, "Whatever you want, princess."

She pulled on his necklace, bringing his face infinitesimally closer until their lips almost touched, "Just you, always you," she whispered.

[kingkrakie]

max r u haunting my picker wheel @crescentpaws

[yoyomarules]

i'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat

(Ballister x Ambrosius, Nimona (2023), rated E)

After everything, Bal asks Ambrosius for some space. Two months later, he asks for a favor. Written for day two of @goldenheart-week, for the prompts "forgiveness" and "apologies".

‘This is my shampoo,’ Ambrosius realizes, when he picks it up, squeezing a measure of it into his hand, filling the air with the familiar scent of lavender. ‘Did you grab this from my place?’

‘Um, no,’ Bal says, eyes cutting away from him. ‘I bought it.’

It punches the air out of Ambrosius’s lungs. He wants to grab him by the shoulders, insist he explain. Do you buy your kind-of-but-not-really-at-the-moment partner’s shampoo brand because you’re planning on breaking up with them permanently and won’t get to borrow it anymore? Or do you buy it because you miss them?

Ambrosius falls asleep every night with his nose pressed into an old hoodie of Bal’s, unable to even try drifting off without the faint lingering scent of him. Is this like that, for Bal?

[reartem]

Day 2: Yor gardening

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btw that’s supposed to be the younger Yor

[daily-pearl-doodles]

She eepy

(Day two!)

[theladyofshalott1989]

Damien's Eye: Attempt #2

[zebappreciationweek]

Zeb Appreciation Week: Day Two - Favorite emotional scene

Journey Through the Star Cluster

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Twenty-one

"Isekai: Past Prompt: Ectoberhaunt 2021. Day Two: Laugh"

Ao3

DPxDC. Inspired by this post.

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Batman observed as his children interacted with… Danny, who was and wasn’t his son at the same time.

A clone created from his and Joker’s DNA, he and his sister Jazz –created from Diana and Cheetah’s DNA– were meant to have their growth accelerated and be programmed to take down their heroic progenitors ‘if necessary’, but the Fentons –their parents–, once they saw the children they had engineered wouldn’t be allowed childhoods, lives of their own, or even personhoods, had taken the children, blown up the lab and all the research and samples there were, and had ran away to an untraceable city, where they grew up as quasi-normal children.

Neither of them had even the slightest intention of leaving their parents.

“… and I naturally say ‘how about a little gratitude for your dashing rescuer?’, you know, ‘cause I deserve it!”

Red Robin muttered a curse and tried to shove at Red Hood, and that bickering was what final made the siblings burst into laughter, loud and young… and frenzied, mocking, and never ending.

Batman’s son froze in their struggle, staring at Danny with apprehension.

It wasn’t long before him and Jasmine noticed, and quieted their laughter. “Is something wrong?” Jasmine asked.

It was Jason who spoke up first. Jason who was the one that had gotten attached first and more deeply.

“Danny, your laughter is just like Joker’s and it’s pretty disturbing.”

Danny looked surprised for a second, but then groaned and buried his face in his hands. Jasmine sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“Of course it is.” She said.

“It’s not really a big deal.” Tim began, looking at Danny with worry. “It just surprised us, we’ll get over it.”

“I’m supposed to already have under control!” Danny bemoaned. “I’ve practiced!” He turned to his sister for comfort. “How much have I been slipping?”

“Barely! Just this time. Your smiles are good.”

At his sister’s words, Danny smiled at the other boys; a small, hesitant thing that might have fooled people that weren’t detectives.

“The autism, on the other hand, you got from Batman.” Red Robin said, and took a sip from his coffee.”

The siblings turned to look at him, clearly curious, and Batman gave them a neutral stare. He didn’t conceal his fidgeting die.

Danny smiled, and their conversation resumed.

[alexapillustration]

🎴 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 2024- 𝘋𝘢𝘺 2: 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦/𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 🎴

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Back again with my iconic stained glass art! ❤ And, yes, this piece did take me as long as it looks like it did- 15 & a half hours to be exact 😃 It was kinda worth every second because I think this is one of my best stained glass pieces to date! What do you think? 💜