#It's fine and okay apparently for that to just be

[venuslarkspur]

Some more Batsis imagines <3

Warning: very tiny nsfw but mostly sfw, Batsis being that girl.

- Pushing the Bi/Pan Batsis agenda <3

- Okay so picture me this, imagine a Batsis reader who’s the same age as Dick and older than Jason who has had relations with like?? Every superhero and or vigilante ever. (Especially if she’s a vigilante too.) like imagine the big bad bat finding out that his daughter has dated half his colleagues and if not dated then hooked up with. This also extends to those with questionable backgrounds..like Bruce being like “wtf do you mean you dated Poison Ivy?!” 😭🙏 or even better Hal Jordan. (He’d prefer you with Harley, and to his utter shock this has apparently happened at some point as well!?)

- Imagine leaving the house all dolled up and ready to go and Bruce stops you and gives you the old “where do you think you’re going? Are you and Roy back on again?” He’d ask, you just shrugged and shook your head. (You and Roy are definitely on and off, he sometimes baits you with Lian and as much as you can’t resist her adorable face, you had a date to get to.) “Roy? No that was last month.” You said, touching up your makeup. “Okay, what about Constantine then?” He crossed his arms, still not giving in. “This was two years ago, you really need to get over it.” You replied, you’re getting through that door one way or another.

“Just tell me then.”

“Fine, Diana and I have some plans tonight.”

…

“PARDON?”

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Live laugh love Batsis <3

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Daryl was loitering at the bottom of the staircase, denting his teeth into the cuticle along the side of his thumbnail. The rest of the group was probably already at Deanna's with drinks in hand, but he knew you were still upstairs and was determined to check in with you after spending most of the day outside the walls.

He straightened up as he heard the unmistakeable clack of heels approaching. When he looked up, you were stopped at the top of the staircase, apparently surprised to see him standing at the bottom. Your hand alighted gracefully on the railing. "Daryl," you said, coming down a few more steps. "Are you okay?"

He was looking up at you, frozen, with a completely unreadable expression on his face. He gulped. It took him a moment to find his voice. He was so stunned—you had stunned him. You were wearing a cocktail dress, your hair swept up and back effortlessly showing off the curve of your neck, and sensible kitten heels you'd managed to find in one of the closets. "H—hey," he finally managed. It came out thin and he had to clear his throat.

"Hi," you said, and you moved down the rest of the steps and stopped just in front of him on the bottom one. "Are you okay?" you asked him again, your brow furrowing.

"Me?" he drawled. "Yeah. Why?"

You shrugged. "You were gone all day. And you're not at the party."

"'M fine..." he trailed off. He let his eyes flit over you as much as he dared. You smoothed your hands down your dress nervously and he saw easily that you were feeling unsure. "Ya look—nice. S'good. Ya—" he cleared his throat again. "Ya look good," he managed. Fuck. Real smooth. And 'you look good' didn't even begin to cover what he was really thinking.

"Yeah? Really?" You let out a dry laugh. "I don't know... I can't even remember the last time I was dressed like this."

Daryl nodded. "Somehow, it suits ya."

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Even more than worn out flannels and walker blood?"

Daryl gave you a small smile. "At least as much," he drawled.

Prompt: "You look nice. It's good. You—you look good." / "Are you sure? I don't usually dress like this." / "It suits you."

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers day 19: Holiday magic. Maxiel, hurt/comfort. About 1k. (yes I know I am a couple days late. yes I also know they saw each other for padel, just...ignore it.)

When Daniel goes to bed, he's in Perth. He is in his bed, with his blankets, his white noise machine, his podcast, and his loneliness. He is a little too sad and a little too warm, thinking about all the ways his life has changed, is still changing. Thinking about the messages he has been ignoring, the calls he hasn't picked up.

When Daniel wakes up, none of those things are true.

When Daniel wakes up, he is in a different bed, just a light blanket covering him, with the distant sound of traffic filtering in through the windows, city lights slicing the shadows through the half closed curtains. He is a little confused, but comfortably warm.

And there are arms wrapped around his waist.

It's that really that makes him freeze, breath stuttering in his chest. Sometimes, with all the traveling, he does end up forgetting where he fell asleep. And even if he never got quite this confused, it wouldn't be too weird to be in an unfamiliar room, but there hasn't been anyone in his bed for weeks, so Daniel is pretty sure he would remember that.

Especially because whoever is spooning him is almost certainly male, broad chest pressed against his back, the slightest scratch of a scruffy beard against his neck.

He doesn't know what's happening. He doesn't know where he is, who he's with, and his heart rate is steadily picking up when whoever is holding him sighs, tugging him closer.

"Are you awake?"

And oh. Daniel knows this voice. Daniel knows the rasp of it, deeper with sleep.

But how in the hell did he end up in Max's bed?

"Stop panicking, Daniel, everything is of course fine," Max murmurs, moving his head to nuzzle his shoulder, one of his hands rubbing gentle circles on his hip.

Like this is normal. Like this is something they do, wake up together, in Max's bed. When Daniel was just in Perth, had not answered Max's calls in weeks, and the last time they had seen each other Daniel had gotten tears and snot all over Max's team kit, sweaty in the Singapore heat.

He tries to breathe, tries to will his heart to slow down, but all he manages is a small, breathless whine, as a shudder travels down his spine.

He feels untethered, shaken and lost, emotions mixing and bubbling over, threatening to spill, making a mess, like everything else in his life.

"Daniel, hey, no."

Concern drips from Max's words, and Daniel lets himself be turned around and tucked into his chest, hiding his face into Max's shirt. Lets Max breathe deep and exaggerated, trying to get Daniel to copy him. Lets Max murmur in his ear, careful and tender, almost the same tone of voice he uses for when his cats are spooked.

"I'm sorry," Max says, contrite, when Daniel's breathing is back to almost normal, even if he's still hiding into Max's chest. "I should have probably given you more space."

Maybe the reasonable answer to that would be a nod, since it was pretty confusing and scary to wake up in Max's arms, but at the mention of space all Daniel can do is tangle his fingers harder into Max's shirt, pressing closer.

He doesn't know how he's here, doesn't know what kind of miracle teleported him from his sad and lonely bed to Max's hug, doesn't know if he even deserves to be here, after avoiding him for so long, but now that he is here, he doesn't want any fucking space. Now that he's being held, talked to so softly, he realises how stupid he'd been, to shut everyone one like this, especially Max.

Max, who had been by his side on the worst weekend of his life. Max who had called, over and over, trying to stay inside of Daniel's walls, instead of being shut out. Max, who apparently held no grudges for all of it, taking care of him without questions.

He doesn't realise his breathing has picked up again until Max shushes him softly, rubbing his back with big, gentle hands.

"It's okay, you are okay, I am here now. You are here now."

"What happened?" Daniel finds himself ask, half choked, muffled by his unwillingness to move away.

Max's hands stutter on his back for a second as he shrugs, almost dislodging Daniel from his position.

"I am not sure. You appeared in my bed, and you did not even wake up. And you looked very tired, so of course I didn't wake you. I think..." Max pauses, uncertain, but then carries on. Never one to not go for the gap. "I think maybe I was thinking very hard about you, and you maybe needed to be here. Or not there."

As if the universe would be that simple. Daniel needed Max, so Daniel was with Max.

Daniel knows nothing worked that way. You don't get everything you need just because you want it, and you don't get everything you want because you need it.

And yet, here he is. Where he needs and wants to be, despite denying it for so long.

"Christmas magic," he says, forcing a rough chuckle out, feeling Max laugh a little with him.

"Yes," he agrees, as if Daniel hadn't been joking, trying to build up at least some of the fragile walls that Max had knocked down so easily, just with a hug.

"I think we should go back to sleep," Max adds after a while, still rubbing Daniel's back, "and then tomorrow I can lend you my plane, or we can talk about why you are sad."

Daniel flinches, still surprised, even after all these years, by Max's ability to cut straight to the core of things, no nice words to beat around the bush.

"I'm not..." he starts, but Max cuts him off, making his mouth snap shut.

"Don't lie to me, Daniel."

His voice is still warm but there's steel behind it, an order Daniel doesn't want to defy. So Daniel doesn't.

He doesn't know what time it is, how much he's already slept, but he's still tired, and he's comfortable and warm in a way he hasn't been in forever.

And Max knows him, and Max has got him, and Max won't leave.

So Daniel closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.

[penkura]

Holly Jolly Christmas

Summary: Your first Christmas with the Heart Pirates leads you out on deck for a few moments alone, only to be joined by your captain making sure you're okay.

Note: Just wanted to write something like this, Reader needing to step away to get their feelings in check and Law being willing to listen. :) Again, SORRY IT'S SO LATE. I went to see Sonic 3 this morning after church and it threw my whole day off. (:

“Oh come on, stay inside with us! It’s chilly out there!”

“I’ll be fine, Ikkaku, I just need some air!”

She rolls her eyes at you but doesn’t fight, instead being pulled away by Shachi for a dance while you laugh and step outside to the deck of the Polar Tang, taking a breath and feeling at ease. The holiday party your crewmates were throwing was starting to overwhelm you, a small break is all you need, some fresh air and the chance to collect yourself. It’s still hard to believe this is your life sometimes, that you’re a member of this crew and have friends that care about you, including a captain that wants you to stay safe. People who like and want you around, it’s so different from before.

Your first year with the Heart Pirates was coming to an end, right at Christmas time too. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think a pirate captain would request you to join them after seeing you protect yourself from some robbers on your home island, you just wanted to be able to eat that night and keep your hard-earned money from them. Apparently it was enough that day to convince Law you would be a good addition to his crew, for some reason you felt like you couldn’t say no even though he didn’t scare you or anything. It felt like something told you that day to go, not like you had anyone to return to at home anyway. Most people on your home island tolerates you enough to pay you for small jobs, but no one cared when you left, you’re sure of that.

It didn’t matter though, once you were introduced to everyone, they all took a quick liking to you and showed you the ropes, taught you how the ship worked and everything you’d need to know for life as a Heart Pirate. You learned everything as quickly as you could, you didn’t want to be seen and burden or dead weight on the crew, and not one of your new friends thought that about you, they all gave Law good reports when they’d help you with anything.

You’re grateful for everything that’s happened the last year, watching your crewmates have fun tonight and enjoy themselves. It’s really like having a family again.

“There a reason you’re out here alone?”

Hearing Law’s voice just makes you smile at him over your shoulder, before he joins you leaning against the railing. Of course he’d find you, he’s very good at that lately. Sometimes it feels like he's actively seeking you out, though that could just be wishful thinking.

“I just needed some air, captain.”

“You don’t have to call me that when it’s just us, I’ve told you that,” Law rolls his eyes while you giggle at him, “Doing okay?”

You nod with a small hum, you know he won’t press too hard to find out what’s going on, he already knows everything about you. Law never pushed but always listened when you wanted to talk about your previous life, when he noticed you weren’t doing well one day and it ended in you sobbing in his arms for hours about your lost family. He was awkward about it but didn’t make you leave until you were calm again, it made him realize there was more that you hadn’t told him at that point.

You two were more alike than Law ever expected when he brought you on.

“I need to thank you, Law,” he looks over to you with furrowed brows, but you’re not even looking at him, “If you all hadn’t shown up last year, I probably—”

“Enough, you don’t have to thank me again.”

You laugh with a nod as Law rolls his eyes once again, before you reach over and hug him. It’s taken some time but you’ve gotten Law used to these random hugs, he’s even started returning them like he does now.

“Still though, I’m grateful…getting to know all of you and feel like I belong somewhere again…thank you for saving me, captain.”

“…we’re all glad to have you here.”

You both stay like that for a while, even though it’s cold out and you know Law will want you inside shortly to get warm again.  But these moments with just the two of you are rare, some people would question your relationship if it’s just captain and subordinate or something else there, but you’re happy with where the two of you are.

“All right, you lovebirds, everyone’s waiting for you to do Secret Santa already!”

The two of you almost up away from each other, Law giving Penguin a glare while you look away, your older crewmate having a smirk on his face.

“I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. But really, come on! Everyone wants to open gifts!”

“Fine,” Law sighs, waving Penguin and keeping a hand on your shoulder, “We’ll be there in a moment.”

“Sure thing, cap!”

Penguin runs off to get everyone ready, leaving you and Law alone against. He’s obviously annoyed but it makes you smile anyway. It might be more than either of you are ready for, but you grab his hand and starts walking back into the Polar Tang.

“Better not keep everyone waiting, right, Law?”

“Yeah…guess so…”

You’ll tease him about the light blush on his face later, but tonight, you’ll keep the smile he gives you later on to yourself, and the fact you were his Secret Santa will be your personal secret until Law questions you about it.

You’re the only one who could’ve given him those coins from your home island anyway.

[mmkclarkey]

We have a spare room- Part 3

When all goes wrong, moving in with three guys will solve it?

It had been three months since you moved in with three random men, all of which having their own weird affect on you. Chris had quickly become the person you went to when you wanted to talk about Taylor swift or Chappell Roan or anything of the sort, he loved the fact that you didn’t judge him for his feminine side. And you loved the fact that he allowed you to rant about anything to him, always giving the best rants back.

This however meant that you had to judge him for something else, now if there’s one thing you learnt about Chris, it’s that he’ll test his luck, he had the tendency to be a dick to his friends. Arthurtv told you about that one time in school when Chris told the girl Arthur liked that they were in a gay relationship, much to the girl’s dismay.

The way to combat this you may ask? Chris does something wrong, he has to put £1 in the jar, they stole the idea, some show called new girl apparently?

Besides Chris, Arthur was the best person to go to if you wanted something interesting, he had this amazing ability to be able to make you laugh at the most random times. Like the time last week where you were all arguing over the shared bathroom, having the biggest shower you tended to argue over who was going to use it when you go out. Arthur fully started to strip off naked, making you all leave as he shouted that he’d flash you all if you didn’t let him use the shower. In the end, you George and Chris sat on the floor outside the bathroom laughing for nearly an hour.

And then there’s George. George was the classic, blast music and go to parties and drink kind of guy. Somehow you found yourself roped into going to yet another influencer party at least once a week, however, you can’t exactly say that you didn’t like it. Aswell as this, he was absolutely amazing at giving advice, about anything, you had problems with filming? George knew what to do. you had no idea what to wear? he did. It was shocking how good the man was at just daily advice, it made you really appreciate the fact that you have him as a friend now.

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You had uploaded a video three days ago where you were playing a horror game on Roblox, which you didn’t see an issue with and as usual got the views you were used to. But today? Today it peaked, around 9000 more people liked it in just the one day.

Then came the comments. and that’s where you realised your mistake. At one point you scream particularly loud and George (being the only other person in the flat at the time) shouts in from his room asking if everything was okay, to which you laugh and shout through that you are making a video and you’re okay. And this would be absolutely no issue if it wasn’t for the fact that your editor left it in, and your viewers, and just people people in general, did not know that you had moved out of your old flat let alone moved in with another man.

This caused a shocking amount of people to guess that you must have broken up with your boyfriend, and got with George almost straight away, and that’s why he’s in your house, concerned whether you’re okay. It didn’t take long for George to be knocking at your door, asking if you were decent so he could come in.

“I’m decent George, come in”

“So… I saw your comments” he says while sitting down on the bed, a bit of a red look on his face, clearly just back from being outside.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise my editor left it in, i’m making a tiktok literally in a minute to tell people that we aren’t together, it just means explaining why I’m here” you say back in an apologetic tone, aware of how overwhelming the fans can be sometimes.

“It’s fine, I promise, do you think we should get us all in the vid just to prove it a bit?” he asks with a curious tone.

You make the decision to do so, making everyone group together on the sofa as you set up your phone, pressing record.

“So… hey guys, i’m making a quick short video to address some things i guess? for reference, I made a video last week that was released three days ago, and in it, George here asked me if i was okay, which is lovely, but we aren’t just friends.”

Arthur giggles and says “We’re all just friends, she just wanted to hide from you guys that she moved out of her old place”

Chris chimes in “Yeah, so if anyone, preferably three girls and a guy want to come wife up this flat feel free”

“Chris shut the fuck up” All three of you say in response, yet all laughing too.

“So yeah, I moved in with Chris, George and Arthur and I guess that’s where I am now, hope this clears things up and I love you all”

I post the video and the comments come in immediately:

this quad is literally iconic

we all know why she moved in with three guys

chris is so Schmidt coded argue with the wall

i’m so glad to see you living your best life baby omg!!

they are such iconic friends we need more videos together

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A/N i am so incredibly sorry, i’ve been completely procrastinating this, i hope we like it!! also can we notice the fourth wall break xx

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[mychlapci]

Wheeljack tools around in his lab with a new formula that would enhance an autobot in every way with the resources they've been able to find on earth and he uses himself as a tester for it. He gets no visible results and gets bummed out thinking the whole thing was a fluke. Ratchet sees his favorite lab partner is down in the dumps and decides to cheer him up his way.

Somehow Ratchet's baffles shorted out, and he ends up sparked from Wheeljack. No big deal, just adds another scrappy autobot to their forces. Problem comes though when Ratchet winds up huge after just a few months. By the time he's halfway through carrying, Optimus puts him out of order and he's on mandatory berth rest. That's actually fine for Ratchet, cause he can barely get up with the weight of his belly. It's so active, and he's so sore and achy the whole time. Just an absolutely miserable pregnancy, he has no idea how his frame is supposed to go back to normal after.

Finally Ratchet's water breaks, and he has to call Wheeljack for help with delivery since their engineer had been filling in as the team medic while Ratchet was decommissioned. The first bitty starts crowning and Ratchet feels like his valve is getting ripped in two. Wheeljack exclaims to Primus when the sparkling's head is out, and Ratchet is so scared something's wrong with his baby. Wheeljack assures him it's fine and to just keep pushing, so Ratchet breathes and keeps trying. He just wants to hold his bitty to see if they're okay. Wheeljack can finally pull the little one out after hours of Ratchet wailing, but he won't pass the sparkling up to its carrier. Ratchet is yelling at Wheeljack to give him his baby, so he finally turns his head to see Ratchet. Wheeljack apologizes many times and promises to find out what happened as he turns around to let Ratchet hold the little one.

Ratchet screams as he sees his sparkling, what the hell was he looking at? It looked like he birthed a scraplet! It had such horrible sharp teeth, and its servos were clawed. The thing even had a tail, what was this?? Wheeljack, who was always hard to read, was clearly visibly guilty. That hard plating and metal tearing claws were just like his formula was supposed to give their front liners to better take down decepticons, apparently it did have an effect on him after all.

Ratchet's scream alerted the other autobots, suddenly half of high command was in his quarters watching him cry while his little monster was trying to latch to his nozzle. Its huge jaws were so big, it had half his pouch in its mouth, and Ratchet had to hold it while his carrier responses kicked into overdrive. Spike moved around the other autobots to see the sparkling, and even he knew something about that thing wasn't right. He got Bumblebee's attention and asked how on earth Cybertronians went from dinosaur babies to giant robots. That got a lot of attention, and suddenly Spike had to lecture the autobots on what a dinosaur was.

A scan on teletraan-1 and wouldn't you know it, Ratchet's bitty looked just like a tiny dinosaur! Problem solved, all good, except that Ratchet was still pushing more chunky dinobots out of his valve. Primus, that dense plating hurt. They were so, so big too, he was almost positive he had some snapped calipers from just the bitties being too heavy and crushing them. Wheeljack owed Ratchet a hell of an apology for using him as a guinea pig and making him carry his monster babies. That's the last time Ratchet's ever carrying (he says, until he has 2 more dinobots and plenty more sparklings later down the line) -🌱

Yessss that's exactly how the dinobots were born. Poor Ratchet, the babies were soooo huge, hrgh i bet Grimlock came last and he was the biggest of the bunch, giving Ratchet’s exhausted valve tons of trouble. Ratchet's gonna be on bed rest for weeks after the birth while his body heals, his tits constantly bruised and nozzles bleeding because of the bitties’ sharp teeth. Their horrible monster babies…

[katyawriteswhump]

hot chocolate for the soul 💝

@steddieholidaydrabbles day 23 prompt, ‘hot chocolate;’  @steddiemas week 4 prompt, ‘surprise,’ @whumpcember day 23 prompt, ‘overwhelmed.’

WC: 969; Rating: G; CW: None; Tags: fluff, found family, established steddie, mention of health conditions, Eddie lives HEA, soft everyone! Summary: Steve decides to surprise Eddie and Wayne with hot chocolate. He's got no idea of the emotional fireworks he’s going to unleash... (of the good variety!)

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Steve let himself in through the door, precariously balancing three hot-chocolate drinks. He was ridiculously proud that he’d got home with barely a slop. The cream and marshmallows hadn’t sunk totally flat yet.

“Honey!” Eddie rushed at Steve and plastered a wet kiss on his cheek. Steve almost yelped—okay, still no spillages. His coordination skills weren’t totally shot. “Mmmmm, mmmmm,” said Eddie. “That chocolate smells amazing, Babe. You shouldn’t have.”

“Yeah, I should’ve,” mumbled Steve. Eddie took the drinks, so he could slip out of his winter jacket. “I wanted to surprise you by doing something, I dunno, nice for a change? Sorry I was cranky this morning before work.”

“Huh? Didn’t notice.”

Eddie slipped his arm through Steve’s and led him to the kitchen area. Wayne stirred a big pan of bolognese sauce. He greeted Steve with a quiet ‘Hey,’ and a smile that could melt polar ice-caps.

“Hey,” smiled Steve, before plonking the drinks on the table and reverting his attention to Eddie. “What do you mean, ‘didn’t notice?’ You saying I’m always grouchy in the morning?”

“Wouldn’t have my bitchy darling any other way.”  Eddie pressed Steve into a chair then headed to help Wayne. “Seriously, though, you were fine.”

Steve inhaled sharply, his chest kinda catching—partially on the delicious odours from Wayne’s cooking, overwhelming even the hot chocolate, though mainly on the emotions surging inside him.

He had been cranky this morning. He’d had a bad headache for days. Eddie and Wayne didn’t deserve to be dragged down by him. Hell, post-Vecna-everything, the ‘powers-that-be’ might have compensated the Munsons with a nice little house, but they couldn’t cure Eddie’s chronic pain and regular panic attacks any more than they could fix Steve’s.

Yet, here Steve was. 

In the snuggest kitchen on earth, with his loving boyfriend and his kind uncle smiling down at him like he was sunshine itself. Then Wayne’s gaze alighted on the hot chocolate. He turned off the cooktop, his face turning deadly grave. 

“You brought that, son? For us?”

“Uh, yeah?” Steve was suddenly nervous. He swallowed hard, watching Wayne’s Adam’s apple bob as he apparently mirrored him.

Then Wayne pulled out a chair, sat down opposite Steve. His face crumpled, and he burst into tears.

“Shit!” squeaked Steve, glancing up at Eddie, who also looked mildly alarmed. “Did I do something wrong?" On instinct, Steve reached across the table to Wayne, who grabbed Steve’s fingers.

“No, no.” Wayne sniffed. “It’s just… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s just… t-this year, I thought I lost my sweet boy. I thought I lost everything, and now… h-here we are… all together… I got me two sweet boys to love. Two.”

“Oh,” said Steve, very softly, still kinda panicking for reasons he wasn’t sure of. Fortunately, Eddie had totally got this. He plonked himself at Wayne’s side, threw his arms around him, and joined him in sobbing his heart out.

Wayne had still gotten hold of Steve’s fingers, wringing them to the point of pain. Between hiccupping sobs, Eddie spluttered, “St-Steve… Stevie?” while flailing an arm toward Steve, gesturing wildly that he should join them.

Steve realized he was gawking, snapped his mouth shut. He felt it, he honestly did, his chest burning with love and gratitude. He also felt bad. Harringtons didn’t cry, and years of conditioning left their mark. That said, he’d cried a lot this last year, not all of it solo. 

He wasn’t a Harrington anymore. Not really.

He was a Munson, heart and soul. At least, he wanted to be… 

“Babe?” Eddie’s arm remained outstretched. Wayne’s pleading, watery eyes upon Steve were pretty much the final straw. Steve’s pent-up feelings surged upward… into a very slight sniffle.

Ding-dong!

Steve genuinely hated that he thought, Saved by the bell! 

“I’ll get that.” He dabbed his eyes.

It was Dustin and Claudia, who Wayne often invited to dinner. Steve endured an awkward moment, struggling to explain, as the Hendersons entered the kitchen to find the Munsons a bawling mess. Dustin looked up at Steve, utterly aghast, before Wayne rescued him. “St-Steve bought hot chocolate. What a thoughtful surprise. After everything this year, it was just so… so… darn…”

Claudia was already breaking. Within seconds, she and Dustin joined Wayne and Eddie in a four-way waterworks cuddle, leaving Steve standing, hands on hips, utterly bewildered. 

Okay, also grinning his face off through a faint sheen of tears. If the people he cared for were happy, he was. Wasn’t his fault they had a crazy way of showing it.

He really wanted ‘in’ on the hug, though. He felt more and more excluded and squirmy, though everyone entreated him to join them, between sputters and sniffles.

Ding-dong.

Steve dashed to the door. 

“Hey,” said Robin. “You were in such a mad rush to get hot chocolate before the diner closed, you forgot your pain meds, Dingus. Shit! Oh my God, who died?”

“Nobody.” Steve pinched his aching brow. “I think they’re happy. It was um… s-something… to do with the… d-dumbass hot… choc…” 

Robin didn’t cry much easier than Steve did. Once she set off, though, that was that. They piled into the six-way hug, sobbing till they were all pretty much cried out. Apart from Steve, who kept sniffling forever. 

His face burned. He figured he was embarrassed… until he realized he wasn’t, not really.

He felt okay.

Yeah, his head hurt, but he’d gotten it leaned lightly on Eddie’s shoulder, which was scarred but healing. Eddie was alive. They were all here, together, and safe, holding each other tightly, if only for this perfect moment. 

He loved them so much, and accepting so much love was really difficult, dammit. He was learning from the best.

They divided the cold hot chocolate into six mugs and laughed the evening away.

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No pressure tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚❤️💚 My fic on ao3

[wellwhatnowlove]

The longer I sit with the ending of Wind and Truth, the more I think it’s really funny that

🚨WIND AND TRUTH SPOILER RAMBLING BELOW🚨

Kaladin is just hanging out with Chana, with absolutely no idea that she is Shallan’s mother. Because like… he has a weird amount of information about the Davars…. Like about Shallan’s dad and the abuse in their home and also he killed Helaran… who is apparently a bastard… but still viewed Chana as his mother…. And also if Chana was at Shallan and Adolin’s wedding.. do we think she knows how close Kal is with her daughter?? I keep imagining Kal putting the pieces together during a therapy session with Chana and the dawning realization of just how INSANE Shallan’s secrets are or even wondering if Shallan KNOWS that her mom is a herald and also like NALE TOLD CHANA THAT IF SHE DIDNT KILL SHALLAN THEN HE WOULD and that’s not completely related but like HOLY SHIT. and okay fine I could sit on this for 7 years and still not have time to unpack all of this.

THE MORE YOU SIT WITH IT….. THE WILDER IT GETS.

Or MAYBE ITLL NEVER COME UP. AND ITLL ONLY COME OUT WHEN THEY ALL HEAD BACK FOR THE DESOLATION AND SHALLAN WILL LOOK AT CHANA AND BE LIKE “hey mom:)” and Kaladin will be like “😶” …. Assuming Shallan somehow gets out of Shadesmar or like idek who has what information or if anyone has any information? I have no clue but i am sure having fun with it.

Gosh THIS IS GOOD SOUP.

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Christmas tree || Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader

-ʙʟᴜʀʙ || ᴀᴜ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Warnings - none

"can you pass me the gold ornament?" I ask Billie. I'm standing on a small latter in her house helping decorate her tree. "Uhh, which one? there's the one with the snow flakes, a plain one, and one with like designs on it?" She looks up from her spot on the couch. She's wearing a big Christmas shirt that looks like it could swallow her whole.

"The one with the snow flakes," I say as I reach out my hand.

She tosses it to me and I catch it, placing it carefully on a branch. "You know, you're really good at this," she says with a small smile.

"Thanks," I blush, "It's just something I've always liked doing."

"Yeah, me too." She stands up and grabs a string of lights, starting to wrap them around the tree. "I remember when I was a kid, my mom would let me do all the decorating."

"Aw, that's sweet," I say, watching her. She's so focused on the task, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

"Mmhmm," she mumbles, not looking up from her work. "But then she'd always go behind me and move all the ornaments around."

I laugh. "Why would she do that?"

"Because apparently, I have no sense of style," she says, rolling her eyes.

"I think you do just fine," I tell her, looking around the room that's already been decked out in festive decorations.

"Thanks," she says, finally looking up and making eye contact.

We're both quiet for a moment, the only sound the occasional clink of an ornament or the rustling of tinsel.

"Hey, do you want to help me with the angel on top?" She points to the delicate angel in her hands.

"Sure," I say, climbing down from the ladder.

Billie hands it to me and I carefully place it on top of the tree. It's a little wobbly but it stays put.

"Perfect," she says, taking a step back to admire our work. "What do you think?"

"It looks amazing," I reply, genuinely impressed.

"wait hold on," I climb back on the latter and move and ornament around a bit more. "It's not quite symmetrical," I explain.

"You know, I think it looks better like that," she says, her voice a little softer than before.

I look down at her, a little confused. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's more… natural." She smiles up at me, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

"Okay, if you say so," I say, before looking back at the tree from the latter. I suddenly feel hands around my waist.

"Careful," Billie whispers, "don't fall."

Her hands are warm and comforting, and I find myself leaning into them without even realizing it.

"Thanks," I murmur, my voice barely audible.

We stand there for a moment, our eyes locked until she gently pushes me down, so that I'm sitting on the top of the ladder.

"Merry Christmas," she says, her breath warm against my cheek.

"Merry Christmas," I reply, a little breathlessly.

And then she leans in and kisses me.

It's a soft kiss, full of warmth and sweetness, like the hot cocoa we had been sipping on earlier. I melt into it, my hands coming up to cup her face.

When we pull back, we're both smiling, and I know that this will be a Christmas I'll never forget.

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[jenosbliss]

The One With a Special Apron ❄️🎄

pairing. gn!reader x jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 616 | warnings. none

You had lost count of how many times you’d walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, hoping Jaemin would finally give up his takeover of your favorite Christmas tradition. Baking cookies had always been your thing, the one holiday tradition you boasted about to everyone. But this year, Jaemin decided it was his turn, leaving you feeling both annoyed and intrigued.

The whole fiasco had started earlier in the day when you walked into the kitchen, finding Jaemin cracking eggs into a bowl, his sleeves rolled up and a determined look on his face.

“What are you doing?” you asked, already suspicious.

“Baking cookies,” he replied casually, like this was a perfectly normal thing for him to do.

“Why are you baking? That’s my job!” you protested, marching over to grab the mixing bowl from his hands.

Jaemin just laughed, holding the bowl out of your reach. “Not this year. This year, it’s my turn. Now, back to the bedroom with you—go on!”

Before you could argue further, he gently pushed you out of the kitchen and closed the door behind you.

Huffing, you retreated to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed and pulling the blankets over your head. You couldn’t believe he was taking over your Christmas cookies.

Later, curiosity got the better of you, and you made your way back to the kitchen. Sitting on a stool across the counter, you leaned forward and asked, “Are you done yet?”

Jaemin didn’t even look up. “Just three more seconds… and done!”

As the microwave timer beeped, a sweet, heavenly aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled the room. Your mouth watered as he slipped on oven mitts and pulled out the tray of freshly baked cookies, each one perfectly golden and tempting.

He plated the cookies carefully, placing them right in front of you. Unable to resist, you reached for your favorite chocolate cookie, but before you could grab it, Jaemin swatted your hand away.

“Excuse me?” you said, glaring at him. “What now?”

Instead of answering, he stepped back, his grin growing mischievous. Spreading his arms wide, he gestured to the bold red apron he was wearing. In big white letters, it read: Kiss the Cook.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Seriously?”

“Rules are rules,” he teased, holding the plate of cookies just out of your reach. “No kiss, no cookies.”

Determined to win, you stood and tried to snatch the plate from him, jumping as high as you could. But Jaemin was taller—and apparently enjoying this way too much.

“Fine!” you finally huffed, giving up. Grabbing him by the apron, you pulled him down and planted a kiss on his lips.

What started as a quick peck turned into something deeper as his arms slid around your waist, holding you close. His lips were soft, warm, and utterly distracting, making you momentarily forget all about the cookies.

When he finally pulled back, he grinned down at you. “There. Was that so hard?”

“Can I eat my cookies now?” you asked, a little breathless but still stubborn.

Chuckling, Jaemin handed you the cookie you’d been eyeing. “Go ahead. You’ve earned it.”

Taking a bite, you let out a satisfied moan. “Okay, these are really good,” you admitted, though it pained you to give him the win.

Jaemin leaned against the counter, looking way too proud of himself. “Told you I could do it.”

You shot him a mock glare. “Next year, I’m getting you an apron that says Kick the Cook.”

He laughed, stealing a bite of your cookie. “I’d still look good in it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. Jaemin always had a way of making everything—cookies included—a little sweeter.

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[froggy-fizz]

Fizz physically clasped his hands on either side of Blitz’s face, a rare seriousness and intensity glowing in his eyes. It was difficult looking into those teary eyes without allowing his own to begin prickling with tears — fucking empathy. “I mean it,” he insisted, his words slow and clear, as though he wanted to ensure not a single syllable was misunderstood or lost in translation, “Now, if you make me cry again, and ruin the make-up I just touched up…m’ gonna kick your ass, kay?” The words were a joke delivered with absolute sincerity, accompanied by a gentle poke to his chest as Fizz pulled back from where he’d grabbed the poor imp’s face. “Listen to me, Blitzo. You don’t deserve to hurt either,” the insistent words slipped from his lips as a plea, “and Lucifer knows you’ve taken your fair share of the hurt in this shitty situation…so, just…no point dwelling on what could have been, okay? m’ fine…still beautiful, still talented, still hilarious. The prosthetics are just another part of me now~” Fizz had been badly hurt in a physical sense by the fire, but he believed that the person most emotionally hurt was Blitzo. There was no use in comparing scars and begrudging their fate.

Fizz just silently linked his hand with Blitzo’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he led him towards the exit. The jester snorted in amusement at his words regarding how much he missed the horses, “m’ just fuckin’ lucky I managed to beat the horses to the top of your list, eh?” he joked with ease, attempting to brighten the imps mood with his silly jokes a theatrics. Fizz wandered out from the tent, keeping his eyes peeled for any unwanted prying eyes — he was really attempting to be stealthy, but every time he moved his head to glance side to side there was a ridiculous jingle from his hat. Apparently being stealthy and being a clown didn’t really go hand-in-hand. Wandering off towards where the horses were kept, Fizz practically held his breath as though worried he’d suddenly turn a corner and come face to face with Cash.

A slight wince flittering across Fizz’s features at the joke about his horns. Mostly because he could see the way the words instantly made Blitzo recoil at himself. “It’s fine,” the words were quick to slip from his lips in a wish to maintain the peace and stop Blitz from spiralling, “…really, I—….I fucking joked about it first. It’s fine.” Did he miss his horns? Of-fucking-course. The jingling jesters cap that sat atop his head, masking the loss of them and giving some semblance of their former glory, was the only thing that gave him the courage to step out in public — he’d sooner die than let anyone see him without it. But, there was some things that’d been worse. “You want to know something?” he stated boldly, mechanical arms coming to cross tightly over his chest as he stared unblinkingly across at Blitzo, “I miss my horns. I—…It fuckin’ sucks…but d’ya want to know what I missed more? havin’ my best friend around! I fuckin’ cried today because I accidentally made this fucker,” he grabbed up the legless balloon horse off his vanity and chucked it at Blitzo with an exasperated huff, “Losing you tore me up, okay? so, just…fuck the horns, I’d lose ‘em a million times over to get you back…” Hm, he felt like, maybe, he’d revealed too much. However, standing there, cheeks aflame, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

Fizz gave a little flustered squirm at the sincere compliment, punching his best friend gently in the arm in response. “Awh shucks~” he mumbled out, attempting to joke to cover how flustered he was. The horses! Lucifer, how had he not thought to mention them before now? Well, he’d been a little distracted. “Yes! Shit, yeah. Apparently, some locals found ‘em rifling through their garbage a few days after the fire…didn’t take a genius to figure out they were ours.” he explained as he came to rest a hand on the back of his neck, “Sure, I’m sure they’ve missed you,” Fizz moved towards Blitzo, pulling the hood of the hoodie over his head before beckoning for the imp to follow him towards the exit of his tent. He paused to poke his head out and check to coast was clear before leaving the tent properly.

[green-mountain-goose]

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[shaniacsboogara]

liking dnd is so funny because yeah you play the actual game sometimes but mostly you just think about the game and watch other people play the game and slowly go insane thinking about how much you wish you could play the game and hoping that buying more shiny rocks will fix everything

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Another weird question for you: How long do you have to fast for a blood sugar reading to count as a fasting blood sugar measurement? Also, does drinking soda (like, full sugar soda) slowly over the time before the blood test count as not-fasting? Asking because I keep testing* in the fasting blood sugar range when I am pretty sure I am not supposed to. Like, two hours after eating a meal when I've been slowly drinking soda the whole intervening time, or half an hour after drinking a whole full-sugar gatorade *with the home blood sugar test thing, not like doctor's office tests. though I test in the fasting range there too? I do know the word for the tester thing but I am brain fogged at the moment

[dilutedconfusion]

I did a thing…again.

Just realized that ya’ll need to click for better quality for some reason this post looks especially bad 🤚