#feel free to yell at me if you think i'm not

[aquasoftware]

𖦹 NOW LET’S GET IN FORMATION!! ☆

Nerd!jo x Majorette!reader (suggestive on one/fluff) + ML

A/n: Satoru kinda implied a comp sci major/Black reader in mind, but everyone is free to read!!

÷ Nerd!Satoru who never misses a single one of your performances EVER!

⛤ He’s the loudest person in the crowd wearing your team colors, yelling shit like: “THAT’S MY GIRL”

“LOOK AT HER GO!!”

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING BABY!” (Whole time you’re not dating him yet.)

⛤ Some mildly annoyed people in the crowd have to tell him to shut up.

⛤ He records every routine, adding silly little filters on the video, or doing boomerangs to post to his story.

⛤ He sometimes goes on facebook live during your halftimes just to get a solid four viewers.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who programs things for you.

⛤ Makes a whole custom countdown app (even if he could just go to his pre-installed reminder app on his iphone) that alerts him before your performances so he never forgets.

⛤ One time you mentioned needing a playlist for practice, but he’s too extra to just have his girl using spotify so he coded a whole-music app where you can queue songs with simple voice commands.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who hates coming outside until you take him to your practices.

⛤ The first time he sees you perform up close he’s stunned because of your body control, the uniform, the facial expressions when you dance, he’s obsessed with everything about it.

⛤ His pervy ass nearly drools when he watches you do a death drop or a split.

“Damn Y/n, you think you can do that on—”

“Toru I swear if you finish that sentence.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who has you tutor him in social situations.

⛤ You have to teach him how to flirt without sounding like an avid reddit user.

⛤ Forces him to actually text people back instead of ghosting for 12 hours.

⛤ You teach him how to flirt without sounding like a Reddit mod, even if he doesn’t wanna flirt with anyone else but you.

⛤ Meanwhile, he teaches you how to code (or tries to).

⛤ You attempt to follow along, but end up doodling hearts around his notes instead.

⛤ He catches you and gets way too smug about it.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me? That’s so cute.”

“Boy bye, nobody thinking about you.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who loves when his majorette best friend seems lovestruck when you have an “Oh shit, he’s kinda fine.” moment.

⛤ You’ve always seen Satoru as your nerdy/dorky, lazy guy friend, but one day he actually dresses up (no hoodies, no glasses, hair trimmed & styled) and you almost malfunction.

⛤ He absolutely notices how hard you smile when you try to be subtle by saying “I see you Toru!”

“Wait, do you actually think I’m hot? Stop, I'm blushing.”

“Satoru shut up before I break your neck.”

“You’d never. I’m too cute.” (You got him feeling himself now)

÷ Nerd!Satoru who asks you to be his girlfriend by programming a whole website, it’ll say “Will you be my girlfriend?” with only two options that say “Yes or yes!”

⛤ When you call him out on it he just shrugs.

“Satoru there’s only a yes option…”

“Guess that means we’re practically married now”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who gets on your nerves daily, but he’s also your biggest supporter.

⛤ He hypes you up, calls you the prettiest, most talented majorette alive, and always makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

⛤ He’s also your personal chauffeur when you’re too tired from practice.

⛤ Drives you home, lets you nap in his lap, rants about nerdy shit while playing with your hair.

Bonus: Whenever you have a bad day from your coach, maybe being too harsh on you he makes sure to cheer you up with corny little jokes or he’ll do your assignments for you to take the load off your shoulders. <3

Divider/Boarder creds | enchanthings-a & enchanthings.

REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!!! thank u

[spockiguess]

Hi omg thank you so much for writing John Carter and Dr Robby!!

Idea: similar to your Dr Robby fic, John wakes up in the middle of the night after a wet dream, and reader is right there, and he’s so, so needy…

Wet Dream, More Like: Let's Scream for Ice Cream! || Dr. John Carter x Reader

Summary: When Dr. Carter wakes from a wet dream, who's there to help him with the aftershocks?

Warnings: SOMNOPHILIA, Oral (M!Receiving)

Pairing: Dr. John Truman Carter III x FEM!Reader

A/N: I am so, so, so sorry this took so long! I don't know why, I was just having a major writer's block with this particular request! On that note, I hope this is halfway decent! I'm still working on everyone's requests, but feel free to send more in! Love you guys!

Purple, opalescent twilight creeps through the luxurious, linen curtains of John Carter’s spacious apartment, painting the surroundings of your shared bedroom in a shimmering, silver glow that blankets your breathing bodies as you tightly embrace each other, only one of you deep in the tranquil throes of sleep. Pedestrians yell to each other from across streets somewhere below the room while cars angrily honk like slighted geese, all the while, your boyfriend, John Carter, is absentmindedly rutting into the plump flesh of your ass, his hand gripping the side of your hip tightly. 

Carter moans into your hair, inhaling the scent of your perfumed shampoo while his throbbing cock leaks sticky, salty precum through his plaid boxer shorts. The material plasters itself to his heated skin, his taut body like a roaring furnace as he dreams of thrusting into the enveloping warmth of your drooling core. Carter’s mind races with half-thought ideas of pleasure, and soon, the feeling of shallowly pumping between your full cheeks wakes him from his reverie. 

Once awake, Carter whines, the choked sound embarrassingly high and reedy. He can feel how much of his arousal has seeped out of his boxers and into the backside of your thin panties–the only thing separating him from your cunt–and a wave of shame washes over him like the briny waves of the ocean. Already, Carter faces a struggle: should he wake you up and ask for help, or should he try to ignore his pulsating member until morning. The latter option seems fatal–he’d never make it that long–but the former is humiliating, as is. Truly caught in a bind, Carter weighs his options carefully, or as carefully as he can with the state he’s in. 

Finally, Carter comes upon a decision. He would be a fool to ignore the way your body answers his, your hips subtly rocking against his thick shaft–as if he wouldn’t notice the consoling movement in the first place. He needn’t wake you, either, in fact, he could very easily maneuver your leg to wrap around his waist from the awkward position, and slide your cotton panties to the side and ravish you there. The plan is perfect, Carter proudly thinks. 

So, he moves to enact it, with Carter taking a heaping handful of your thigh so he can wrench it backwards ever so slightly, just enough to lock your shin behind his hip. Carter moves at a snail’s pace, in order to not wake you, but you end up stirring just a little. With a raspy hum, you question Carter’s actions. 

“What’s going on, babe?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Again, Carter whines, this time the sound isn’t as shameful as before, but embarrassing, nonetheless. 

Carter responds, “I’m sorry, I just–I had a dream, and–.” Carter is cut off by the feeling of your body shifting to face him and your hand suddenly wrapping around the hot length of his cock through the soaked fabric of his shorts.

“Must’ve been one dream, huh?” you say. Carter swallows and nods, the subtle movement illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filling the room. 

“Here, let me take care of this,” you continue with a content sigh, to which Carter voices no opposition. In a moment, you’re shimmying down the expanse of Carter’s body, running your hands against the soft forms of Carter’s ab muscles before hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers. 

Carter’s voice catches in his throat when you free his tender cock from the slick confines of his underwear, the hunk of muscle bobbing against his lower stomach before being caught in your soft hand, which just barely makes it halfway up the length of his member. 

It isn’t long before you take his dick in your open, inviting mouth to suckle on the spongy head, sweeping away the thick beads of precum with your tongue. Carter moans wantonly, throwing his head back against the pillow before bucking into the sweet heat of your mouth. You resist the urge to smile and continue to lavish Carter’s head with attention, drawing more precum from the runny slit. 

All the while, Carter bucks wildly, finally reveling in the feeling of blinding pleasure that his dick had been yearning for. Taking more of Carter in your mouth, you slide your head down until the tip of Carter’s cock is pressing against the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Carter nearly howls, laughing at the overwhelming feeling before biting his fist to keep all of the unsavory noises he has built up locked away in his chest. 

Now, you begin to motion your head up and down, working your hand at the base of his cock to gather all the saliva that drips down from your ministrations. With each pass, you swallow Carter further, your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick with each upward movement. Carter’s begun to thrash, now, unable to take the mountains of pleasure you’re delivering straight to his being. 

Carter feels that tension pulling in his lower stomach, like a stretched rubber band about to snap. He’s on the precipice of warning you when suddenly, the valve to his release is turned and he’s spurting ropes of cum down your throat. 

You take it in stride, however, and choke back the fluid until there’s nothing left, leaving Carter fully drained. You can’t help but push the limits a little bit, earning some excitement from Carter when you continue to suck on his softening dick. 

Soon, you release Carter, and he sighs warmly. “Thank you for your help,” he says. 

“Of course.”

[mugloversonly]

I'm sad rn so I must give the boys a happy ending to make myself feel better. Eddie stands shocked at where Steve stormed off. He's so fucking stupid.

He thought all Steve's attempts to befriend him were just because the little sheepies asked him to, he never thought for one second that Steve actually liked him.

And then, he's pissed. He storms after Steve and grabs him by the wrist spinning him around.

"Eddie leave me alone." He frowns. Eddie doesn't let go instead he gets a little closer.

"Did you know the whole time?" Eddie asks. Steve sees the fire in his eyes and even though he's angry, he gives a nod. Eddie deserves that much, he guesses.

"You're talking all this shit about how you wanted someone to like you for who you are but you only tried to get to know me because you knew we were scent mates!" Eddie yells. Steve deflates at that.

He knows Eddie's right and he has no excuse. He knows he wouldn't have befriended Eddie if they weren't fated together.

"God, I'm such a hypocrite. Aren't I?" Steve whispers. Eddie finally lets him go. He's made his point. But Steve doesn't move, he doesn't say anything.

Eddie, never one to sit in silence for long breaks the quiet.

"I have a huge crush on you." He admits. Steve's eyes find his and there's disbelief and confusion. Eddie takes a notebook out of his back pocket. It's tiny, likely something he carries around to jot ideas down so he doesn't forget. He turns to a page in the middle and turns it around.

There are doodles of their initials surrounded by hearts. A "Steve Munson" is written into the corner followed by "Eddie Harrington" Eddie deciding it didn't fit as well. Tears well up in Steve's eyes.

"Then, why were you so standoffish and angry?" He asks. Eddie sighs and wraps his arms around his chest.

"I didn't think you liked me Steve. You never talked to me in school and if you did, it was just to say something mean." Eddie shrugs. "I figured you were only nice to me now because of Henderson."

Steve doesn't know what to say. He's holding proof in his hands that someone likes him for him, well before they were even friends and...

"I'm sorry." Steve whispers. "I did only start talking to you because of the scent mate thing." Eddie's shoulders deflate and he seems to try to curl up even more. "But Eddie. You're amazing."

"What?" Eddie asks, his eyes widening.

"You're smart and funny. You have an amazing laugh, you're good with the pups. You protect them from bullies and even though you didn't know what my motives were, you didn't outright run me off." He steps closer to the other boy, holds out his hand in offer. Eddie takes it.

"You're amazing too, Stevie. A badass defender, with great hair. You're goofy and funny and...your smile makes my heart soar." Eddie says as he too steps closer.

"I should I have told you, what we were." Steve admits.

"I don't disagree. It could have saved us a lot of time sweetheart." Eddie chuckles. Steve looks away, his cheeks turning pink.

"So, what now?" He says softly. Eddie cups his cheek with his free hand, leans close enough that Steve goes crossed eyed trying to look at him.

"I think we should start with a kiss. Then go on a date and get to know each other for real." Eddie smiles. Steve leans in and closes the gap between them, sighing at the warm feeling spreading from his lips to his toes. They break apart slowly, neither wanting to be too far.

"I'd like that."

Omegaverse scentmates fic where Steve wears scent blockers (patches that cover the scent gland in this case) because he wants someone to love him for him. Eddie doesn't wear scent blockers because they're expensive. Steve knows they are scentmates but also knows that Eddie doesn't like him because of who he was in high school. Eddie doesn't know they're scentmates.

Steve spends the fic trying to befriend Eddie to no avail. Eddie will NOT budge on whatever grudge he's holding. Which sucks because the more Steve learns about Eddie, the more Steve likes him beyond the romantic idea of Scentmates. He likes that Eddie isn't afraid to be his honest self, likes that he's loud and in-your-face and slightly obnoxious. Likes that he's genuine friends with the Party outside of Hellfire. Likes that he's not afraid to make a fool of himself to cheer someone up or get a smile out of them (not that he's ever done this for Steve but he had done it for Max and Dustin that Steve was around to witness). And that's just the start of the list.

There would eventually be a confrontation ala "I'll never be good enough for you, will I?" From Steve and Eddie scoffing in response. It turns into a fight where Eddie finally yells, "what do you care if I like you!? Is having the rest of of the world on your silver spoon not enough?"

And Steve just rips off the scent blocker and stares Eddie down until he sees his scent register to Eddie; Eddie's eyes widen and he takes in several deep inhales like his (secondary gender of choice) can't let Eddie stop smelling him. It's only once Eddie opens his mouth to say something that Steve speaks. "This! This was why. I want to be with someone who wants to be with me! And you've made it real fucking clear that's never happening. Have a nice life, Munson." And then he leaves.

Because if Eddie's going to be interested in him now that he knows, Steve doesn't want it. If Eddie couldn't like Steve for who he was, then Steve not even going to pretend to entertain the idea of letting Eddie near him just because they smell good to each other. Steve would rather be with someone whose scent makes him gag but who laughs at his jokes than settle with someone who would just be tolerating him.

Eddie is left standing there trying to figure out how to prove to Steve that he does like him, and has liked him for a long time. Eddie was just trying to protect himself and couldn't let himself believe Steve's interest was genuine.

How does the fic end? Your choice if you write it <3 (please tag me if you do)

[lenievi]

also, I changed my mind. I like that SNW is characters and relationships focused. After all, it’s not like that isn’t what I’m most interested in anyway.

[wandixx]

Christmas in Mount Justice

cartoon version of Young Justice, written instead of sleeping and I'll be honest, I kinda run out of steam at the end, but it'd take me until next year if I didn't push through, so here it is, and hopefully it's not quite visible where I started pushing through it, I hope you'll enjoy

words: 4633

“Since, hopefully, this is the last time we're seeing each other before Christmas–” Black Canary announced, stretching after finished training“ I wish you all merry and healthy and boring Christmas” she finished with a wide warm smile. Danny barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. This goddamn worst time of the year. He checked once more if his mental shields were up. According to M'gann, ghosts were really loud on mind reading wavelengths so he needed to keep them up most of the time. He wasn't an asshole to drown his friend in absolute hatred of Christmas.

“You too Black Canary!” Wally yelled, running like the earth was burning to get cookies M'gann baked “By the way, what are your plans?” he asked upon his return.

Did they really have to keep talking about it? Danny was half considering just dropping through the floor to escape this conversation but chose against it because he really didn't want to answer all the questions it would cause or hear a ‘you can't deal with all unwanted conversations by escaping them’ lecture again any time soon. He could and he would, the Freakshow incident was just one way to prove it.

“B and I have to attend some stuffy rich people party” Robin said with clear displeasure “I still need to plan what mess to stir there. Chandeliers swinging are banned and so is arson so I have to get creative.”

“You actually set something on fire?! That's sick as hell!” the speedster's enthusiasm didn't waver as he threw a few cookies at Danny. It was nice that someone remembered about Danny's slightly enhanced metabolism. They (both Young Justice and Amity squad) still didn't understand it completely but the working hypothesis was that he needed to eat more to make up for ectoplasm he couldn't consume in quantities big enough for his ghost side since it was poisonous to humans and he had to dose it carefully. Being a halfa was rough like that some(most)times. 

“Well, lighter is easy to sneak inside–” Robin explained and honestly Danny never expected to hear Gotham’s feared vigilante go over logistics of arson but he guessed it was his life now, he could use this info to do something about at least one Christmas tree in Amity or share it with Sam. She mentioned some upcoming rich people party too”–and amount of alcohol there is astonishing, really you'd think that people would try to stay sober on event like that but apparently–”

“I'm having dinner with my mom and some family friends–” Artemis interrupted “Can't wait spend God knows how many hours with all of them talking over each other and asking awkward questions” she tried to sound displeased but there was no way she could hide her fondness and wasn't that a wild thing to see. Seriously, he almost choked on a cookie. In theory Danny knew some people genuinely liked Christmes but–

Just like that? Just happy to–

Yeah, he knew but couldn't quite comprehend. Sam was exactly like that, found but trying to seem annoyed to keep up with her goth persona. Tucker was way more open about his delight.

For Danny Christmas was only too loud because everyone was singing badly and too bright because of lights and too stuffy and there was this damned argument about Santa and yelling and fe–

“Oh, me too! We also planned a movie night with Central Rogues, this time it's Cold’s turn. I wish he won't pick Die Hard again…”

Well, Danny guessed movie night with Rogues, that clearly meant an off evening since they wouldn't try to stir things up while watching the movie, sounded like a really nice idea. Personally he would do without people who try to turn him into a pulp every other day but apparently things worked differently in Central.

“King Orin wanted to introduce me to some surface celebrations as well,” Kaldur said with a warm smile and halfa forcefully stopped himself from giving their leader a weird look. Even him?! Betrayal, absolute betrayal! 

“Well, I don't really celebrate so I'm staying here, maybe training a bit, I'm not sure yet,” M'gann announced shyly and it took all his willpower to not hug her for being the only sensible person in the room.

“Yeah, I'm staying too. Apparently I'm not invited to family gatherings” Conner added bitterly. 

“Honestly your not missing much,” Danny muttered “It's just perfectly prepared and measured argument breeding space, believe me”

Wally tried to protest but one pointed glare and it dissolved through power of ‘don't make Conner feel about it any worse than he already does’. Danny felt a little guilty for using it to sooth his own hatred towards Christmas but not too much. He really wanted to reassure his friend and ways he went about it were no one else's business. 

“And what are your plans, Danny?” M'gann asked gently after he didn't continue. He really wished he didn't have to answer but keeping his emotions hidden meant nobody could see that something was up and say ‘you don't have to tell if you don't want to’ or other shit like that.

“Not sure yet. I think I will crash with you here honestly. If we believe this magic book we found, there is a Christmas truce in Zone, so there shouldn't be any ghost attacks and your company is always great,” he smiled sincerely.

“Wouldn't your parents ask questions if you just skipped Christmas, though?” Wally asked a bit cautiously but Danny waved his concern off with a vague ‘eh’ sound.

“Will you show us some Christmas traditions then? As a part of ‘earthly traditions’ course?” M'gann's eyes almost shone with excitement and Conner looked hopeful and it made him feel conflicted. The whole point of crashing in Mount Justice with two aliens was to not touch anything Christmas related with thirty feet long stick but alas M'gann asked nicely and was pretty. These were two big ideals fighting inside of him then and there while he tried to keep his face and outer mind blank enough to not bring any suspicion.

Betrayal to second, no third, power! He wanted to escape this hell of an experience! 

But well, he could shape the experience in a way that's the least painful and M'gann and Conner were really great friends…

“Sure”

He couldn't quite match her enthusiastic grin or even Conner’s bit smaller one.

He was going to regret it, wouldn't he?

***

“Guys, I messed up so bad…” Danny whined,  curling on Sam's enormous bed covered in fluffy blankets and nice pillows.

“What did you do this time?” girl asked with a smirk. Halfa was sometimes mad how well his friends knew him and didn't take his dramatics as seriously as he would like to.

“I wanted to have a sleepover at Team's HQ during Christmas, you know, to escape it. Only ones who will stay are Miss Martian and Superboy, aliens, so I thought it's a good idea. And then they asked me to show them ‘earthly Christmas traditions’ and I AGREED!” he yelled, his hands flying dramatically at the confession.

His friends, little traitors they were, just laughed.

He came to get some help, advice on either doing this introduction well because Danny Fenton was known for a lot of things but half-assing projects he agreed to do wasn't one of them (homework was obligatory without his consents ergo didn't count) or gracefully getting away from mess his idiocy brought onto him, not to be laughed at! He had enough of it at other times.

Though they got to work when they calmed down, making Danny revisit the idea of not talking to them ever again and throwing it out of the window.

“Alright,” Tucker started, preparing his note and planner apps before continuing “what do you want to show them? Gingerbread house?”

“Of course” Danny huffed because as much as he hated Christmas and its traditions, gingerbread house was decent one. Making one at Tucker's place three years ago when he had been introduced to the idea was one of his best memories related to the holiday. Even though it was cut short by trip to the ER because dumbass little Danny had wanted a little gingerbread man he set aside and he had eaten him still all fresh and 350°F hot and got severe burns in his mouth and throat because apparently his instinctual response to burning in his mouth was to swallow instead of to spit.

“Gifts.” Sam raised in a way that meant she was not taking any complaints and Danny didn't really want to argue. His track record with gifts from his parents wasn't too good ever since he had a brief just-like-dad phase and they didn't realize it ended after a month but other people knew how to fix it. The Voyager Lego set he got from Sam the year before still made him smile when his eyes landed on it. 

Tucker noted it down. “What else? Christmas tree?”

Danny winced but nodded. He wasn't too fond of it but it was too big to miss it.

“Ugly sweaters?”

“Superboy would actually develop laser vision if I tried it”

“Movie marathon? I can lend you some DvDs”

“Yeah, it's probably a good idea. Kid Flash mentioned it too.”

“Santa Claus?” Sam asked with a smirk and Danny threw a pillow at her.

“Who is Santa Claus? I never heard of him, must be a Rhode Island thing” he answered with a straight face, not knowing how many times he will have to repeat it.

**

Phantom: hey guys!

Phantom: want a Crisscross Christmas

Phantom: ?

Artemis: The what?

Phantom: oh, you know

Phantom: this thing were we draw aech othres names anf have to buy a gift

Kid Flash: you mena Secret Santa

Kid Flash: ???

Phantom: never heard of that

Phantom: thats a wierd naem

Phantom: but if rules match, call it whatever yoyu wnat

Aqualad: I like this idea

Robin: GIft drop-off on 27th is okay for everyone?

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Robin: i take that for yes. 50$ budget?

Kid Flash: Robin, Rob, Bob, my best pal. I have 5$ and single slice of bubblegum to my name rn

Kid Flash: No, actually no bubblegum anymore

Kid Flash: 10$ is top I could spend

Phantom: Same

Artemis: Same

Aqualad: Me too

Miss Martian: I'm not sure if me and Superboy have any money, actually

Phantom: See Rob?

Phantom: just be a good samamritanina and give them 10$ instead og flaunting batmans money

***

"Important question. How do one pick a present?"

"You know, it's good if it's something personal, either in a way that it's something they want or need, a gag gift that'd be funny for both of you, or just something that made you think of them"

"Yeah, yeah, I read the mom blogs, none of this actually helps, what am I supposed to get for Artemis?!"

***

"Alright, so. I have a list of things I think you need to learn about Christmas. We're kinda late to the party, so I cut off some stuff because there is no way we would make it in time."

"Sounds about right, what do we start with?"

"Most classic of classics, the Christmas tree, Batman already greenlit it, so it's waiting outside"

***

"So, Christmas tree is evergreen plant, conifer, sometimes only branch or synthetically made model, that, if living, is cut down from Christmas tree nursery, and then put inside the house, usually in the living room or other space that is considered repre-"

"Danny, we live in society, we have basic knowledge on American traditions that is literally everywhere. We don't need it to be spoon fed to us in a voice more robotic way than Red Tornado, literal robot"

"Conner!"

"What?! I'm not wrong"

"Sorry. Let's get to decorating then?"

"If you want to ramble, we'd be more than happy to listen. It's obvious that you took a lot of care to learn everything."

"Speak for yourself"

"Conner!"

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, with what exactly do we plan to decorate it?"

"Oh, this one is easy. I asked around people to donate some stuff, and Batman got us few things after I asked for permission for the tree. He even asked Justice League to drop us some things too."

"That's nice of them"

"Yeah, though I'm a bit worried about gifts from Arrows and Robin, y'know. They all had this type of smile that means either a gag idea, merch or exploding glitter and I'm not sure which option scares me the most"

"Glitter"

"Glitter"

"Yeah, you're right"

***

"Did… um… did Superman bring anything?"

"Yes, actually! He brought pretty big box of stuff and mentioned dropping of some food for Christmas in the morning or the afternoon of the first day. He said he was happy that you got the experience even if he isn't able to be the one to give it to you. I think he is coming around"

It was an interesting thing about Danny. He wasn't all that good with authority figures or frankly adults in general, and he never passed on the chance to tear in Superman for his treatment of Conner, if he saw the man, but in private he was surprisingly pro-Superman and tried to make them "see his perspective" with some pretty convincing arguments. Everyone else was still unimpressed but Danny never gave up.

M'gann still wasn't sure if in these circumstances she found it cute or annoying.

"Bullshit"

"If that's what you want to believe in"

***

"Oh, hello Megan! Red Tornado, would you like to join us in decorating the Christmas tree?"

"This… seems like a decent idea. What is the procedure of it?"

"We already put on the lights, so now we're placing baubles and other hanging decorations, before we finish off with paper chains and these fuzzy boas. We need them evenly spread out on all of the tree, preferably in a way, that things in similar colors aren't right next to each other, alright?"

"Yes, Phantom, instructions are clear"

"Great. Do we want some music in the background? My friends usually play some Christmas songs to get us all in 'the right mood' as he calls it?"

"Good idea, I'll play something."

"Thanks Meg"

"Just hear the sleigh bell jingling…"

"Is this… yeah, it's Carpenters, it's Jazz's favo- oh shit"

"Got it!"

"Nice catch Conner! Red Tornado, sorry I didn't clarify before, we're not decorating the side by the wall."

"Understood"

***

"We have only one last thing left then"

"Yeah?"

"The star at the top. The youngest child of the family usually get the honor. Conner, it's you time to shine~"

"Shut up already"

"How is he supposed to reach the top though? He can't fly"

"Step stool or someone has to hold him up lion king style"

"Lion king- Don't you dare! Keep those hands to yourself! Danny!

***

"So, what's next on your magical list?"

"Gingerbread house. It's a moment for you to shine Meg, because I'm absolute mess in the kitchen and I don't think Conner is much better"

"Actually-"

"blah, blah, blah, absolutely perfect, could be hired at Michelin star restaurant right this instant blah, blah, blah"

"Oh, you little-"

"I believe the arguments are supposed to start at the Christmas table and not before. It seemed to be consensus in my sources. Was I mistaken?"

Conner stopped dead in his tracks, as confused as M'gann at the question.

Danny laughed so hard he fell on the ground.

"Red Tornado, what does that mean?"

"There is no need to spread misinformation until we can get confirmation whether my sources were correct or not"

"Danny? Danny?! What does he mean?! Why are you laughing?!"

Danny just stayed curled on the floor, almost wheezing.

***

"So, we have all of the ingredients, right? Flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves-"

"I think it's still in the cabinet, let me grab it real quick"

"Alright, other than cloves, do we have salt, vegetable shortening, granulated sugar, molasses, an egg- I mean, applesauce? Yeah? Let's hope it'll work. Okay, I think were ready"

"Ginger?"

"What?"

"Do we have ginger ready?"

"I don't think so, I'm pretty sure we've run out about a week ago? Why- oh wait"

"Did we seriously forgot to get ginger to make The Gingerbread House?! It's literally in the name!"

They all just stood in silence for a long moment.

"We're idiots"

"Well said, well said"

"I believe there are better names to describe you in this situation. Unfortunately, I cannot recall them"

"Thanks Red Tornado, that was helpful"

"Maybe we can still buy it?"

"It's 10:34 PM, December 23rd, M'gann, what shop would even be open?"

"Shut up Conner, it's actually not a bad idea. I think I've seen- yes, there is something open until eleven, about five minutes out if I fly"

***

"There was no ginger at the shop, but I got cranberry for later, if needed, and some chips to snack on"

"It's fine, we found unopened pack of powdered ginger in the back of the cabinet"

"That's great! Give me a minute to return this packet I liberated on my way home?"

"Danny!"

***

"Hey, M'gann!"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to invite your uncle to our dinner?"

"That's a great idea Conner, thank you!"

***

"Okay, wait, wait, wait, before you two get weirdly aggressive about it again-"

"We're not that aggressive and it's a serious matter"

"I don't have any ghosts to get of my misplaced aggression out on so I'm funneling it into cake decorating instead"

"M'gann, you literally are trying to choke him right now, Danny, even I know it's concerning and I have less than half a year of learning what is considered normal under my belt. Anyway, before you escalate it again, how about each one of us gets one side of the house and then we work in pairs on the roof?"

"I like that"

"But what about aesthetic integrity!"

"It's quite literally against the point of gingerbread house"

***

"Before we go to sleep, I believe it's a widespread tradition to leave milk and cookies for the Santa Claus on the Christmas Eve evening"

"Huh"

"What is it this time?"

"Nothing really, chill out Conner, I just never heard of that"

It was so clearly a lie it probably couldn't even be called that, but at this point everyone realized, that for some reason bearded man in red was a sore subject, and they stopped trying to learn why. Maybe some day he'd tell them.

***

"Sorry. This person is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone."

"Hey Dani, it's Danny. Merry Christmas, please let me know when you get that. I'm celebrating outside of home, safe, with some friends, so if you want, I can give you an address and you can drop by. They're all more than okay with ghost stuff and have a history of accepting someone similar to you without any questions. I'm sure they'd love you. Let me know you're alright and if you want to join us. Sorry I keep calling, I'm at the worrywart stage. Love you, please stay safe."

Danny was doing pretty well with this whole "organizing Christmas". Really. M'gann did kick him out to breathe a bit of fresh air (and wait for the Superman and food he was supposed to bring in) because his hands were shaking too much, but other than that he was fine. Really. He was getting a bit panicky because he didn't hear a word from his sister in the past week and usually she let them know if she knew she would go somewhere where that could happen but she just as often didn't because she spontaneously decided to do something else. Trackers they made her wear showed she was fine.

It didn't really help, he wasn't sure if there was anything less than actually hearing or preferably seeing her that could reassure him.

It wasn't even talking about all of the trouble that was a bit closer to home, because Christmas never meant anything good for him, with or without his parents stirring up the Santa-fight. They weren't there and yet, he still couldn't make himself believe it could be any better this time. For Ancients sake, he made sure there was no Santa Claus in whole Mountain, nothing to remind him of how it always was and his brain still decided to be stupid about it.

So now he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, in hopes that cold would shock him out of spiraling, trying to keep his breaths even and not fly away because it felt all like a little too much at the moment. he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, waiting for a man who would awkwardly try to do the whole 'I'm an adult you can trust' routine and then treat him like messenger pigeon to contact the child that actually wanted and needed him. He couldn't entirely blame him but-

"Are you quite alright?"

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure? It's quite cold to be dressed like this and your heartbeat is quite erratic."

"I'm fine as old wine Superman, please say your piece before someone comes to see what took me so long"

"Danny-"

"I'm serious. Leave it alone and just give me the food"

Superman looked a bit conflicted, clearly considering all of the potential pros and cons of digging in further and choose wrong.

"You're worried about Dani"

"You're the last person I want to talk to about her," Danny spat out, anxiety quickly turning into anger.

"Of course, but-"

"Have two civil conversations with your clone before trying to tell me how I should handle mine" As soon as these words left his mouth, Danny regretted them, if only a little, but he kept pushing "I told you about her to explain why I'm willing to vouch for you. It doesn't make you someone I'll confide in. It doesn't make you someone I trust. It doesn't make me approve of the way your handling it. It just means I understand. But you're an adult man and experienced hero with stable job and adult shit figured out and I'm a teenager with home just safe enough for me to stay and family that'd question how third child just showed up. We are not the same."

Superman flinched away at some point during the rant, looking properly humbled. He avoided eye contact and just reached forward to pass him hard plastic case filled with food containers and smaller boxes wrapped up in nice Christmas themed paper.

"Alright kiddo. Get it inside before you turn into a icicle. And tell Conner I wish him Merry Christmas, alright? I mean, I wish it to everyone but…"

Damn, if the "never meet your heroes" person wasn't right.

"You're a coward Superman. Come in and tell him that yourself"

***

Conner lashed out, as expected, but it was far more subdued than it would be just few month before. To his credit, Superman stayed the whole time it went down and only left when boy mostly calmed down and wouldn't feel like he was being ignored. Man even tried to respond to some allegations, though he wasn't really heard. Conner ranted some more after hero left, but overall it went better than Danny thought it would.

Then they had dinner, which went… surprisingly well. Apparently, not having to worry about being attacked by the main dish did wonders to Danny's overall jitters (and didn't everyone get super weird when he mentioned it). Not having people start nonsensical fights also helped. He knew better than to mention that.

Also, turns out that Superman or whoever he got to make them food was freaking amazing cook, thank you very much. Danny wasn't necessarily fasting, not in a way he knew some people did in the period preceding Christmas or at least on Christmas Eve, but the tension of past few days made it hard to eat a lot. It definitely lessened now that the thing was happening and seemingly going well, so he was absolutely ravenous. To be completely honest, as far as he could tell, everyone else matched his enthusiasm.

There was a bit off moment at the beginning, when Martian Manhunter asked him if he shouldn't be with his family during holidays, but Danny quickly and subtly brushed it off and nobody mentioned that afterwards.

He may have overeaten, actually, for once in his live, which he may regret in the morning, but at the moment, it made him quite content.

Then came the gifts, which also went better than he expected. For once there was no need to act like he enjoyed the gift despite already planning on how to get rid of it. Even better, focus was almost fully removed from him, obviously, because it wasn't his first rodeo.

Conner looked so lost and confused with the gift he got from Superman's mom, it was almost heartbreaking. It was beautiful crocheted scarf, black and red, with his symbol on each end, and an apology note explaining that Mrs Martha Kent would give him something more note worthy but she learned about him way to late to make something better. There was also promise of more worthy gift in near future. Danny knew all that because Conner read it out loud, asking everyone to help him make sense of that. There was only so much they could do.

Other than that, he got some nice flannel shirts from M'gann, quite a few sweets. He also got a book from Danny (it was a sin he didn't read "The Martian" before) and concepts of new hero suits for him, that Sam somehow sneaked between the pages. It was certainly a lot to explain without making anyone angry.

M'gann got two different cook books, that unfortunately didn't include Fenton fudge recipe (Dad was really protective over it), some surprisingly obscure merch from "Hello Megan" and more sweets.

Red Tornado got an apron and few tokens of appreciation, that robot quite liked, as far as Danny could tell.

Martian Manhuter, due to how rarely he visited, was the hardest to pick presents for, which resulted in some general little trinkets.

Danny got night sky projector, which was really cool, and potted plant, for some reason, which, while also cool, because plants are cool (Sam would rekill him if he thought otherwise), he knew far too well, would not survive until July. It wasn't only because he could barely take care of himself, let alone whole ass plant (see also, that one time he either drowned or dried three cacti), but also because of the times ghosts (or home security) attacked him in his room. He was thankful anyway. Maybe it could push him into finally getting some contingencies against that, that’d actually work. After all, it was quite a pretty plant.

By the time they moved to the couch to watch “Die Hard” of all things (it was only DVD that Tucker provided that didn’t have Santa Claus as a prominent character, because of course that little traitor would do that), Danny had to admit that this Christmas was… nice. Enjoyable. Pretty amazing actually. Good enough that he could understand people waiting for it the whole year. He couldn’t tell that he joined their ranks, but he certainly could understand them.

It was also downright exhausting and at some point even dynamic fights of John McClane couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was fine though. He was safe, he was warm, almost squeezed against his friends. It was good place to just relax.

It’s been first time in a long time since he felt that on Christmas.

********

I'm not sure if I managed to properly Conner's... whole thing, if he turned out too hostile, let's just say he was still pissed about the whole "wasn't invited to Clark's family gathering" thing and it made him a bit more antsy.

I'm not sure how well I managed to handle it, but I don't want to bash neither Clark nor Conner. They're both victims in this situation and while the way Clark handled it was far from ideal, it's also far from worst he could do and I believe he deserves a bit more grace. In the end, on psychological level he is just human and humans don't always handle being baby trapped perfectly. Maybe I have more understanding towards him because my prefered way of handling conflicts is walking out and locking myself in my room, but idk. Maybe I'm capable of more coherent explanation when it's not 3:44 AM

Ginger shenanigans were inspired by my own Christmas preparation adventures, when I was making bread dough for the Christmas Eve and decided to add rosemary to make it more ✨festive✨ and got really attached to the idea. My mom agreed, then it turned out we didn't have any, then I went to the shop like twenty minutes before it closed at 11PM so at least one guy was there to replenish his alcohol suplies. My mom called to tell me to also buy some powdered garlic and beetroot. Turned out we had rosemary at home. At shop I only found garlic. I also brought energy drink, because I was tired but had more stuff to do and some snacks just because.

Bread turned out pretty good.

I sincerely believe if I was solely responsible of making gingerbread, I would forget to get ginger (or like, to fit with "it's in the name" thing, pepper, because in Polish it's "piernik")

I'm really sorry if the drop in quality by the end is noticable, if this thing stayed unfinished whole another year i'd do something I'd regret later.

[starlingfawn]

throws more squid art at you

listen to this,,!!!!!

[moe-broey]

Imagine if the new Tomodachi Life skirts the gay marriage issue (a bit damned if you do, damned if you don't at this point) by abolishing marriage as a construct. Deserting the war on gay rights on the side of DIVORCE EVERYONE. NOW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[gallawitchxx]

hi gallabitches (fond),

i am feeling very sappy as kinktober is halfway over & i continue to sit it out this year due to health & work-load & brain blips. so i just wanted to name an emotional experience i'm having because maybe you're having it too?

things are changing around here. things have changed. interests, time, desires, energy levels, schedules, lives have changed. the bubble that was 2020-2022? 23? has burst for real. people have moved on. that is ok. this is ok. this is life. (woof!) but it's that last one that's been getting to me lately -- the people.

this fandom is so special & there's something really loving about the people that are drawn to this space. my god, the talented, warm, big-hearted, nurturing, genius, creative, expansive, vulnerable, perfectly made people that find their way here!! & all because we happen to love these two fucked-up, growing, frustrating, devoted, horny, idiot felons and soulmates so deeply we want to fucking scream about it on tumblr dot com. my best friends are here.

so yes, what's happened/is happening is sad. i am Sad about it! & also the people keep coming! there's been this new wave of incredible, talented, lovely people who have showed up to take the unhinged baton & do their own lap around the windy city. that is the cycle! it's delightful! my sweet fresh danny devitos, i love your work!! & the best news is i/you/we don't have to fucking go anywhere at all! we can write & make & scream & lose our goddamn minds over these fools for a lifetime. i'm certainly not done. just switching up the pace.

but if you're someone who's moved on or is moving on, go, go, go & may you let love lead you to your next soft place to land. thank you for being such a huge part of my life for the past few years. what we all created together is nothing short of a miracle. thank you. i love you. thank you. ALSO SHOW BACK UP ON MY DASH AT ANYTIME. STAY IN TOUCH. TELL ME YOU ARE SAFE. I AM WORRIED ABOUT YO--

i love this place. thank you to the pals who are feeding us so good this kinktober. community makes me emotional!!!!!!

bee xx

[shippingmyworld]

Hi there! I am usually hella shy on the interwebs, but I just wanted to let you know how much I love your tigerghost fics and how they've been a great source of joy for me recently. I've re-read all 3 roughly 6 times over (it will be more) and I'm very much looking forward to your future works!

hold up, need to cry in a corner really quick cus i'm emotional and don't know how to respond to positive validation from strangers

HI THERE AND THANKS. You don't know how much it means to me whenever I hear someone say they've reread one of my fics because they LIKE them, so to hear you've reread all 3 of them 6 whole times leaves me flabbergasted. Especially since I wrote them all as a form of self-indulgence in the first place and never expected other people to actually enjoy them like I do.

I haven't had a whole lot of time to actually sit down and write anything beyond basic outlines lately, but I do have lots of other tigerghost shenanigans planned. I hope that I can post more stuff soon, because it's honestly become a comfort ship for me and I want to write more about them plus i get physically sick when i don't think about them at least once a day lol.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Unfortunately I am physically incapable of seeing something and not relating it back to my current hyperfixation so if you are so inclined: who are the Super Six as Pokemon? Like either who is their main or what Pokemon best represents them?

I love this so so so much thank you!!

I'm going with who their partners are.

Alex- Ludicolo

A lotad wonders up to a young acd one year at the lake and follows him around. He bonds with this lotad, feeds it, plays with it, dances with it. he begs and begs ellen and oscar to let him keep this little lotad and they eventually agree. His lotad eventually evolves into the final stage ludicolo.

Henry- Gardevior

Ralts are said to appear in front of cheerful people, one day when Henry is out with Arthur a ralts appears to them, Arthur encourages a suddenly very shy Henry to reach out to this ralts, who then teleports away and reappears right behind henry tugging on his pant leg. they're instant pals. This ralts eventually evolves into a gardevior after arthur's passing and tries and tries to cheer up henry gardeviors are very sensitive to their trainer's emotions and work to protect them.

Pez- Frufrou

Frufrous historically are royal guardians, he already had his frufrou when he met henry, it's just destiny. Frufrous also have out of this world style, and Pez is ALWAYS changing up Frufrou's look.

June- Ampharos

Similar to Alex, a mareep wonders up to June one day and bonds to her. This Mareep eventually evolves into ampharos, the light pokemon. Amphros are often becons for travelers, even if june travels far from her family her ampharos can always lead the way back home.

Nora- Porygon-Z

Nora saw something weird reviewing data one day and found a porygon hiding itself in her data. She coaxed it out and showed it kindness, it hasn't left her side since then, eventually evolving into a porygon-z

Bea- Florges

a Flabebe starts playing tricks on a young princess bea in the palace gardens. pulling her hair, poking her shoulder, making it rain flower petals. Bea enjoys this and eventually catches the flabebe and befriends it. her flabebe eventually evolves into florges who now protects the gardens when it's not protecting bea.

[yanlei-a]

my toxic trait is i read everything y'all write and i eat it up and i love your ships like even though i probably wouldn't care about them if not for y'all writing i'd read your yelling about them gladly and i'd read 10 page essays about them but then whenever i have brainrot about my own ships i just think i'll be annoying yelling about them 💁‍♂️

[sennottrachel]

aite it's been too long so coming in with a reverse starter call and/or regular starter call. i'll either look through your opens and reply to stuff there OR if you have a muse of mine you're interested in, i'll do a closed starter for you. please im me/leave a comment if you're interested or like this and i'll come to you!

[fazcinatingblog]

Who will get there first: Pendles reaching 10,000 disposals or Todd Michael Goldstein reaching 10,000 hitouts

[floweryfandomnerd]

.

[chronomally]

Qi Yu sees Fu Yansheng again for the first time in over a year and he starts sweating and he's like "Oh my god this is the guy I tricked into making out with me at the bar that one time and then I lied to him and pretended I was my twin brother. Did he find out who I really was and then spend the past year laying a trap so that we would end up back here, with me so reliant on and obsessed with him that this time I wouldn't try to run away? No, that's crazy!" Except that is, in fact, exactly what happened

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜