#it has spikes to hold the marshmallows

[bun-fish]

@britcision your amazing tags have sparked me more Ideas

they absolutely would!!

Danny is not pleased. the spikes get so sticky afterwards and it's not like he can just wipe it off with some Kleenex.

But as long as they made s'mores for him to munch on he's not complaining. So much.

Crown of the Ghost King? Never heard of it. The Stove of Hell, however...

Breaking News: the GK Crown is now kitchenware.

I'm picturing the Fentons throwing a party or something, probably celebrating Jazz getting into uni. they invited lots of people, most came for the renowned Fudge, some came to see the party to crash itself; others (read: A-listers) came to crash the party.

Danny has been assigned the task to set up the snack table. He doesn't mind: it's for Jazz, and he gets to wisk some fudge while putting things out. Maddie had brought out a whole sack of camping marshmallows for him to deal with, and would you please go check if the fireplace is still working, Danny?

Danny dutifully went to see what's going on in the Fenton's fireplace.

short answer: It didn't work.

Long answer: when he turned on the fireplace (it's one of those electric ones) green flames flickered on, then off, along with a cloud of ashes that made him sneeze. Hard. With a ghost fueled breath, the entire thing combusted and made itself a nice little potal. Which proceeded to suck itself in, leaving a hole in the wall behind. Cool.

Not cool.

"Fenton" and "Electric" and "Fire" and "On Button" never mixed well together. Danny should have saw that coming.

Well, the fireplace was gone. What replacements did they have? Danny mentally went down the list. He didn't trust the Fenton Griller; it had eaten all their food last time they had a backyard grill. With similar reasons, the Fenton Stove is a no-go. Maybe the Fenton Flame Thrower...?

Nah. Too risky.

The bag of marshmallows sagged sadly under his loosened grip. The party will be starting in an hour, how was he supposed to get the marshmallows set up? Their s'mores came a close second to the Fudge.

"Hey dude, your mom's asking if you got any meetings with CW scheduled tomorrow. Said she needs hands to clean up 'the dumpster fire this house will surely become'."

Tucker.

"I'm free tomorrow," Danny said, tearing his eyes away from the sad marshmallows. "CW stated as long as I got 5 hours of sleep per night this month, I'm free of any pre-king trainings until December. "

Which he was trying very hard to achieve. He was on his 1 week strike of Acceptable Sleep Time For A Half-Dead Boy. Jazz had been jazzed when he informed her of his accomplishment.

"I don't fancy a King-Stuff-related meeting anytime soon, thank you very much. CW insisted I have them in my ghost king get-up, and I can't see a thing half of the time with that big, stupid piece of..."

He paused.

"Of...?" prompted Tucker.

"... metal. Around my neck."

Tuck did the kind of snort-laugh only he could do.

"Ahhhh, yes, The Magnificent Cone Of Shame-"

Danny threw a marshmallow at him. Traiter.

It was that exact moment, that something, something sparked in Danny's head.

An Idea. A solution.

He turned to Tucker, eyes going to the yeeted-marshmallow he caught and was now munching on without a care in the world. Back to Tucker.

A mischievous smirk spreaded across his face.

"Forget the Cone of Shame- if you laugh again I'm keeping all the fudge from you- it's the Griller of Hell now."

A few seconds passed, and there was the identical grin blooming on his best friend's, marshmallow-stuffed, face.

That evening, on the Fenton's snack table:

Bonus: the Cone of Shame, featuring LBM

DPxDC Prompt where Danny gets ghost king summoned by the JL, but it’s one of those “crown too big for he gotdamn head” situations, and not in a way that looks cool.

It’s just completely obscuring his face, sat on his shoulders with tufts of white hair poking out. 

Danny’s only glad they can’t see him blushing (and that he can hide the damn thing when he’s not actively forced to reveal the artifacts by, say, a fucking summoning).

[thesweetestofdreams]

hot chocolate

pairings: poly!marauders x reader (852 words)

warnings: should be none, just a little stress cry/ burnout

a/n: Do I like this? I have no idea. The boys help to comfort you on a late night that has you stressed.

Reaching out to his left, James expects to find your warmth. Instead all he feels are empty sheets. The fuzziness of sleep threatens to pull him back down, but your absence keeps him up. 

He pads through your small apartment doing his best not to wake your boyfriends still sleeping behind him. The small spike of panic he felt at not finding you eases as he finally does. 

You've got your back to him, typing away at your computer at the kitchen table. 

"And I'm the one not allowed to have coffee after six," he says softly once he's closer. You hardly glance at him, still typing. "Love," he says, a hand gently coming to cover yours. "Do you know how late it is?" 

Your heart melts as you finally look at him. He's rubbing sleep from his eyes, knocking his glasses off kilter. He looks warm and soft around the edges. It's enticing but your work's not going to do itself. "I'll come to bed in just a minute, Jamie. I should really finish this." 

He points at the time on your computer, 3:48 blares at you and you realize how much your eyes sting from staring at the screen. "Come on," he says, his grip now a soft tug at your wrist. 

"Just let me finish this paragraph." You're trying to bargain, having the feeling you'll probably lose. 

"It can wait, love." He's looking at you with soft eyes and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. You hear shuffling behind you. Now you're really in for it.

Remus comes into view, his oversized shirt- probably one of James’- askew on his shoulders, followed by a scowling Sirius. “How dare you make us go on a man-hunt at three in the morning.” Sirius crosses his arms trying to look angry, but he still comes up to rest his chin on your shoulder. His nose tickles your cheek, “Let’s go to bed my love.”

Remus walks further into the kitchen of your tiny apartment. You remember the day you moved in, you ate ramen over a cardboard box as a kitchen table. Now as he stands across the table from you Remus reaches over to slowly close your laptop. 

You stop him halfway, and he gives you a knowing look. “I’m really not tired, honestly I won't be able to sleep until I finish this,” you say quickly returning to typing. 

Remus sighs, looking to James for help, but it’s Sirius who comes to his aid. “Well then I guess we’re all staying up,” Sirius says, his chin digging into your shoulder and sleep muddling his words, “but when I wake up with dark circles that’s on you.”

“No go to bed, I won’t be long.” You try to focus on your work, but Sirius worms his arms under yours, wrapping around you. “Siri, please.” Your head is starting to hurt from forcing your eyes to stay open, and the warmth coming off of him only makes the fight harder. 

“What are you doing, Remus?” you ask, hearing the kitchen cabinets open and close. 

“I’m making hot chocolate.” He grabs your favorite mug from the cabinet followed by three more. 

“You don’t have to do that Rem.” Your eyes are still stinging.

“I already opened the packet.” He says it with a finality that tells you, you’ve hardly any choice in the matter.

“I’ll get the marshmallows,” James adds, sounding far too excited for this time of night. 

Before you can stop it your eyes fill with tears, blurring your computer screen. You hide your face in your hands. “Are you okay, love?” Sirius asks, suddenly sounding much more awake. You can’t stop it as much as you want to, your tears flow leaving your boyfriends flustering to help you. 

“Dove.” Remus kneels beside you. “Let’s take a break, yeah? It can wait until tomorrow.” 

You hear the soft click of your computer shutting as you nod. James holds your hand across the table. “You’re all too nice to me,” you say, it comes out half laugh half sob. 

“All that work is scrambling your brain,” Sirius says, squeezing your shoulders.

You let Remus pull you to the couch where he brushes stray tears from your cheeks. You melt into his side. He plants soft kisses into your hair. 

James and Sirius come with cups of hot chocolate almost overflowing with marshmallows. The cups are soon abandoned as the rich chocolate threatens to drag you all to sleep right on the spot. 

When you eventually make it to bed through fits of yawns and tired shuffling, you realize you’re finally exactly where you want to be. Sirius falls asleep practically on top of James.

Remus pulls the blanket to your chin. “Too nice,” he laughs quietly to himself. You swat at his arm. As you fall asleep, he listens to the rise and fall of your breath. You deserve all the niceness of the world, and he would make hot chocolate in the middle of every night if it meant you felt even a bit of it.

[shortstrawberry]

How the Resident girlies will spend Christmas with you as Christmas is just around the corner.

(credit to amazing @pyramantic for the pics)

1. Bela

Bela gives you the greatest Christmas gift she could get you: taking a day off.

Bela's way to relax with you is to take you both away from home related drama. So she'd fly you away to a European country for a white Christmas. How about Germany?

You both would walk hand in hand around the snow laden streets of Berlin, enjoying the Christmas spirit.

Bela's favourite Christmas drink is mulled wine. She loves to make it personally for you. You love the warm and sweet spicy taste of it.

2. Donna

You and Donna had to keep the flower shop open during the day, as a lot of people buy last minute flowers. However, you and Donna both made sure to spend a lot of time together decorating the shop for Christmas.

Donna keeps on holding the mistletoe over you. You of course have no choice but to follow the tradition and kiss her. Not that you need any tradition to kiss your soft Italian florist.

In the evening you both decide to celebrate in the beautifully decorated shop itself. You both set the chairs and table and Donna sings Italian Christmas carols for you. Having Christmas dinner surrounded by red and white roses is a experience you'll never forget.

Donna's favourite Christmas drink is Bombardino, a Italian christmas drink quite similar to eggnog. Angie often tries to spike it. You let her do it, because drunk Donna is a adorable Donna.

3. Cassandra

Cassandra is a total Broadyway bish and she'll be taking you to catch the The Christmas Spectacular show in New York.

After the show, you both would be go to Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree and take so many cute selfies together that your phone memory would explode.

Cassandra and you would soon have enough of crowded New York streets and just retreat back home. There you both will order in some pizza and spend the Christmas night cuddling and watching musicals.

Cassandra's favourite Christmas drink is hot buttered rum. It is warm and cosy and not boring, just like Cassandra herself.

4. Angie

Angie is your resident party girl, but for Christmas, she'll stay home, with you. She wants to spend the next morning waking up with you without a hangover.

Still, there would be some drinks around. But nothing too boozy. Angie would spend Christmas cooking together with you and watching Italian soap operas with you.

Angie and you would also play a lot of board games. Especially Jenga, where you would loose for the umpteenth time. Getting drunk regularly has given Angie a excellent sense of balance.

Angie's favourite Christmas drink is Limoncello, a sweet and tangy lemon drink with dashes of alcohol. It's something that both you and Angie can enjoy without getting completely hammered.

5. Daniela

Dani is all about creating the perfect romantic dates for you. So she'll set up lights and Christmas decorations at home for the perfect Christmas date.

Dani all throughout the dinner (that she herself cooked) would tell you about the Christmas she spent at Dimiterescu Mansion. Hearing how close the Dimiterescu sisters were during childhood would always bring a smile to your face.

You and Dani after dinner would dance around the room on Christmas songs. Dani would especially loudly sing "All I want for Christmas is you".

Dani's favourite Christmas drink is a simple hot chocolate. She makes sure to put extra marshmallow on top of yours.

6. Alcina Dimiterescu

You would spend the Christmas with Alcina at her extravagant Dimiterescu Mansion. Alcina has made sure to deck every floor with Christmas decorations.

Alcina has also made sure to have her personal chef make a feast for Christmas. Stuffed turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, you name it, it's there on the table. Alcina makes sure you have a little taste of everything by her own hands.

Later, you and Alcina would spend the Christmas night painting together. You'd model in Santa clothes (how skimpy is your imagination) while Alcina happily paints on her canvas.

Alcina's favourite Christmas drink is Catena Malbec Wine. She serves it to you with a side of cheese and cured meats.

7. Miranda

Miranda bestows upon you the greatest Christmas gift she could ever give you: taking a day off.

Miranda is a homebody, so Christmas with her would be a homely and cozy affair. She would make a comforting dinner for you. You would be sitting on the kitchen counter and just watching her move around as old Christmas songs play in the background.

Miranda and you are both bibliophiles, so it's no wonder you both would curl up on a large comfy chair together and read Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

Miranda's favourite Christmas drink is Vișinată, a Romanian sour cherry brandy. Miranda makes sure you drink it slowly so that you don't get too drunk.

And that's it! I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!!

[tetsuswaifu]

Beach Day with the Boys (Haikyu! x Reader) - Pt. 1

⋆ ♱˙𓆩☠︎︎𓆪˙♱ ⋆ feat: Bokuto Kōtarō, Kuroo Tetsurō (early relationship for both)fluff

word count: 988

a/n: i love the beach so much and i love the idea of what it would be like to go with them, so i will be writing for more of the guys soon enough, lmk if you would like to be apart for the taglist also if you have submitted a request recently, i promise ill get to them, ive got some nonserious family stuff going on thank you for being so patient w me 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

・❥・Bokotu Kōtarō・❥・

You and Bokuto are early to arriving at the beach, being the first one's there. Both of you wanted to stake out the best spot so you could set up the volleyball net. Bokuto was very insistent on it being in the perfect spot, making sure it far enough from the water and designated the seating area of the group. His focus about the whole thing made you laugh, you had never seen him so serious before. The guy even brought a rake to keep the area clean of anything that could injure anyone.

Once everyone arrives and unpacks their belongings, he’s eager to start a game. He chooses you as his partner and you are ecstatic. Together you dominate the sandy court with a mix of your amazing serves and his powerful spikes. After every point made, Bokuto can’t help but cheer loudly in triumph. His excitement rubbing off on others, making everyone smile.

After claiming victory, Bokuto pulls you up onto his shoulders, parading around the beach while chanting, “We are the champions!” His enthusiasm so infectious that onlookers start to clap and cheer for you.

Not surprisingly, Bokuto still has a lot of energy after the intense game so he suggests going swimming. He races you to the water; he lets you get ahead, and before you know it, you're swept off your feet and gently tackled into the waves. You laugh as you splash each other playfully. He challenges you to various water games, like who can hold their breath the longest or swim the fastest. Despite his competitive nature, he has very good sportsmanship. He will always cheer for you, regardless of who wins.

After playing in the water, you decide you want to relax and tan, while Bokuto gets in another game of volleyball. With every move he makes, his chiseled muscles glisten in the sun. You'd watch him play all day if you could.

After his match, he joins you on a beach blanket, taking a break to enjoy some fruit and cold drinks. The small talk between the both of you is enjoyable, talking about anything and everything you could think of.

As the sunset approaches, all the boys take initiative to get the bonfire going. Each person takes a seat on the logs surrounding the fire, taking turns roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, sharing funny stories about each other. Bokuto's laughter was joyful and loud, you couldn't help but smile at the sound.

When stars began to show up in the night sky, Bokuto and you excuse yourselves to take a walk down the beach. He reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours, “I’ve had such an amazing time with you, today. You make everything so much more fun.. and I, um,” he pauses, his hand squeezes yours, “… I think I’m falling for you.” “I think I am too, Kou,” you give him a firm kiss, more than a peck but not too intense.

After his confession, you both head back to your spot and lay down on a blanket, gazing up at the stars. He pulls you closer to him, releasing a sigh of contentment. He couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by you and his friends on this wonderful, beachy day.

・❥・Kuroo Tetsurō ・❥・

When you get to the beach, Kuroo is eager and extremely prepared to get everything set up. He’s got a big canopy to sit under, a foldable table for the food, those reclining camping chairs, he’s got everything. Kuroo even brought multiple outdoor games like badminton, ladder ball, spikeball, and cornhole. He is prepared.

This man is so ready for the beach that he even brought water balloons. You didn’t even see him packing them so you were surprised when he pulled out a cooler full of them. “No, you didn’t,” you smiled as you started to grab some and back away. “Yes, I did.” He and you ran around the beach laughing, trying your best to hit each other with the colorful balloons.

After you won the war, you both sat at the table under the canopy, fixing up a plate of premade sandwiches and snacks. As you ate, you two discussed what your plans after eating were, with random conversation mixed in.

Kuroo suggests going for a walk along the shore to collect seashells. You each find some unique shells but the majority are common. Kuroo playfully pretends to find a super unique one, only to reveal another one of the common shells. You roll your eyes but still laugh at his antics.

Later, you go and swim by yourself to cool off, while Kuroo prepares to prank you. He digs a shallow hole in the sand, covering it with a towel. He lures you over, suggesting to sit with him. When you step on the towel, you sink into the hole as Kuroo laughs. He quickly gets up to help you out and apologizes, a mischievous smile on his face.

When sunset comes, Kuroo is already on top of making the fire. You expected to have to scavenge the beach for wood but, again, that man is prepared. He brought a whole case of those premade firelogs so you wouldn’t have to worry.

Kuroo looks at you, his usual playful demeanor turning serious, his features softly lit by the fire. He takes your hand with his, “Y/N, I know I joke a lot, but I want you to know I really care about you. Today was amazing because I got to share the day with you.” He hesitates a moment before leaning over to give you a soft kiss

Night arrives with beautiful stars shining in the sky. You and Kuroo lie on a blanket, gazing up at the stars. Kuroo points at various star clusters, naming them and sharing facts about each one. His passion and knowledge for the subject captivated you. You admired the smarty-pants side of his personality.

[boytumms]

In the mood to torture a boy. First, I’d spike a boy’s coffee with laxatives and fill it with heavy cream, then when he gets a really bad lactose bloat, offer to help by giving him a gallon enema with “water” and plug him up to let it all sit correctly. I caress his stomach to soothe him to sleep for the night.

When he wakes up and tried to take the plug out, he finds out it’s glued inside him, all that “water” was actually clear gorilla glue, and i just clogged his insides with it. He naively begs for help, and I’ll promise to help him if he lets me shove marshmallows up his cunt. He might beg me why, or he might just accept it to hurry up the process, either way I’ll have him on his hands and knees, his painfully gurgling stomach jiggling as he jerks away from my hand pushing in.

I’ll have bags upon bags to push in, filling his cunt to the brim— then shoving in a glued up plug. He might fight but at this point he’s too shaken up and weak to stop me— I’ll make sure it stays sealed with black tape and glue all around his holes. He’s begging me to stop, but I’ll tell him to stop whining because we’re going out— right now.

I make sure he’s wearing the most form fitting clothes, walking out in the heat for those marshmallows to do their thing— expand. As I take him on pointless trips in public, he inflates more and more, getting more and more desperate. The plug isn’t enough to keep it all in, and he feels marshmallow fluff getting in his shorts.

Even if it’s not in his control, once we’re home I punish him by ordering takeout and a feeding tube to start shoving more lactose and laxatives down his stomach.

Even if I removed the plugs now, his digestions been so glued up and compacted, it’ll take hours of rubbing to get anything moving. I won’t let him pop, but I’ll make him so full he’ll be terrified of it.

oof, that poor boy hehe it would be a miracle if his tummy didn't explode after all that! The rumbling gurgles would be as loud as a thunderstorm, his belly would be quaking so much from the pressure he wouldn't be able to hold it still no matter how tightly he clutches it. His tummy is so full his skin is tight and red, covered in veins and stretch marks, jutting out from his skinny frame, barely able to hold up the weight of it all.

It's so painful he can't stop crying, rubbing his hands over the swell as he begs you to help him even though all you've done is make his tummy worse. You smile and press your hand into the tight bloat, pushing your palm deep into his gut just to make him thrash and scream. Every organ has been stuffed so full you can feel them through his thinly stretched skin, roiling and writhing within him, twisting painfully inside his belly as they try to reject the mess you've stuffed him with, but it's too gummed up and nothing can come out. Unfortunately for him, you aren't even close to being done with him

[cagneyblooms]

So I got into IF lol.

Meet Waterlily! She's a mermaid if who was made in exactly the year 2002. When her kid, Kadence Lianhua, was learning to swim, she almost drowned in the pool while attempting to swim back to her mother. Terrified of water, but not wanting her love of the beach to be ruined for her, she created waterlily to help her overcome her aquaphobia. To make it more of a challenge for herself, to prove how strong she is, she made Waterlily a combination of two things in the water she was scared of the most, she has the spines of a lionfish and the spikes of a pufferfish. She was also made rather tall to represent how big and scary the water felt to Kadence. Despite her sharp threatening appearance, Waterlily meant good and was able to help Kadence with her fear of water, entertaining her w means such as the slight hydrokinetic abilities she was given and even the ability to glow in the dark, like a glofish. however, Waterlilys entertainment was cut short when after Kandace got over her fear of the water, she was let go and shortly after found by the retirement home. Although not likely, she still wonders if Kadence ever thinks about her from time and time,

She's usually found in a special room of the retirement home, a pool room made specifically for her so she's not stranded on land constantly. When she's rarely on land though, she's able to get around via a big moveable fish tank, which is usually pushed around by herself, though another if may hold the grip and push the tank for her if they want, which she usually allows. unless you're the gummy bear because she wants to devour her bad. If she's out, you'll usually find her around her boyfriend, marshmallow. you'll also find she tends to get along easier with the other water -esque ifs than the rest of them.

While she is happy with her powers, and what she is as a whole, it does come with some consequences. For an example, while she does really like her, she physically cannot be around or especially touch Pearl ( @art-tea-chill's OC) because due to her being paper, her wet skin will damage paige very much. and not being able to run or walk really disadvantages her in a lot of situations. .. and she really doesn't like when flower uses her water to flourish himself. lol.

Give her some fish skeletons to eat though, and you'll be on her good side easily.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑷ᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Mershark!𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 oneshot!

𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒎....𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Drowning, Under the Influence Surfing

Word count: 699

Lights from the houses sitting curved around the cul-de-sac were dim from your distance. Balloons tied to mailboxes were set free in the sky above or in hands of neighboring small children, their parents taking a vist standing around and chatting, sitting in lawn chairs, lined up to get food from tables lining the street holding casserole dishes and crock pots.

The annual community block party lasted all afternoon, but you knew the clock was ticking down for something more eventful. Coolers brimmed with sodas, water bottles, and beers. You quickly made off with drink pouches meant for the kids towards your meeting spot. Flurries of air ghosted your exposed skin, your board under your armpit. Tumbled rocks along the shoreline as the boardwalk was lined with food and drink vendors. A white lifeguard tower with its flag flying, familiar flip-flops abandoned in the sand.

"Any longer, and you would've missed all the s'mores." Mina smiled up at you. Sero, Denki, and Bakugou toasting their second bag of marshmallows. There's a soft crash of the logs, crackles, and pops from the fire gnawed at them, consuming it like a disease until only a sickly pile of ash remaining. They rub together as Bakugou rearranged them.

Widely expansive oceans lapped the shore, lights from the boardwalk scattering across its surface.

"I'm here now, ain't I?" Driftwood as their seating as you opted to sit on the extra towel you had brought along. Their crooked row of surfboards stuck into the wet sand strewn with seashells and seaweed.

"I brought what I could." You hand each of them a dripping drink pouches cracking open a jarred Strawberry Peach Moonshine for yourself before grabbing a knobby stick in your hands as you roast your marshmallow in the flames.

"No fair, you always bring booze for yourself." Denki sighs in exaggeration.

Placing your palm over your heart, you lay back between Mina's legs. You open a black plastic bag, more mason jars of different flavors inside. "You doubtin' me Blondie? The kids' pouches were for later."

He pouted then frantically blows at his burning marshmallow at the end of his stick as Sero nudged his side.

Windansea Beach, La Jolla, where briny air and water met your board under your feet. Purity of ultramarine and stars mimicking glow flies share the openness with the moon.

Your feet sink deeper into the moist sand as salt nips at my skin, it's cool refreshing feel brings clarity to your heart, cleansing your soul almost. Night surfing has always been your go-to safe space long since before you met your teammates. God knows how many times you've crawled from your beachfront cottage window to seek Poseidon's comfort.

The Petrichor smell calls you forth. Depite your drink on your breath. You insisted you should paddle out. Pushing yourself into a standing position, the all too familiar soaring sensation washes over you.

Sero is not far behind. Steadying your position, the wave was strong enough to propel you forward. Gliding effortlessly, a shadow within the wave startles you as it follows. An occasional rough wave would spike, but nothing high enough. If asked, your choice of paddling aimlessly wasn't the brightest idea.

What sounds like Mina yelling your name as a huge wave rolls in. It's seafoam ripples curl over themselves as they swell faster.

A figment you swore you'd only heard in legends made you hit the water. Teeth like daggers swore to kill directly, took your board.

You're dunked under. Lungs quickly fill with water. You attempt grabbing for your board, but the murky depths condescend around you.

What little you could make out were two figures lashing out at one another. The smaller one putting up a good fight. You scream only for bubbles to escape. Your last-ditch effort. But you got what you wanted. Silence.

Letting what's left of your cognitive thoughts flourish, you see it. Blurry cyan and milky white moonlight stab the waters surface. It stares at you with desire, its pupils that of a cat.

Hovering above you was red. Red something. Something you couldn't make out. Red faded to black once your eyes shut.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a little sneaky peek at brady’s christmas fic since i haven’t posted anything for him in a minute 🤭

“Ready?” Brady pokes his head into the kitchen, a navy beanie pulled low over his forehead. His eyes are bright and his smile is wide.

“Ready!” You grin, holding up the thermos that you’d just finished screwing the lid onto. “Hot chocolate all good to go.”

It’s unfortunately not spiked, since Brady has to drive, but you figure you can add a little Bailey’s or whiskey to it when you get home.

You snag two mugs out of the cabinet, thick ones with high walls so you don’t spill anything in the car, and a bag of marshmallows for good measure. No self respecting mug of hot chocolate would be complete without an avalanche of marshmallows.

Brady’s waiting at the door to the condo, keys in hand. He’s got a thick fleece blanket in his arms too and you bounce a little on the balls of your feet, ready to bundle up in the front seat of his car. “Dogs are fed and walked,” he confirms, shifting the blanket under one arm so he can use his free hand to adjust the hat on your head. “Crooked,” he comments with a little smile.

“Thanks,” you murmur and before following Brady out the door, you wave at Sully and Reese, piled together on one dog bed like a huge furry ball. “Bye, boys! No wild ragers while we’re gone.”

Sully yawns at you, tongue lolling out of his mouth and Brady snorts a laugh. “Oh yeah, those are two party animals,” he jokes, pulling the door shut and locking it.

[theserenebean]

Slash has returned

He looks considerably less depressed and out of place than the day before, moving with confidence.

"Whoa," Casey says in place of a greeting, "That is one big mutant turtle."

"Is he a turtle?" Chaplin replies. "He's got a lot of spikes. Maybe an euoplocephalus mutant?"

"I'm a turtle," Slash said defensively, eyes going hard and dark as he looked between the two kf them. "The mutagen I was exposed to was unstable."

"Cool," Casey and Chaplin say together, eyes round and shining.

Slash clenches his fists and shifts his weight, unsure of how much he likes or trusts these admirers.

"How were you exposed to the mutagen?" April asks conversationally.

Slash relaxes a fraction. "There was some in the lair, because Donatello was trying to alter it to create a cure."

"So it happened in Donatello's lab?"

"No, the canister was taken from his lab after an explosive chemical accident. I was nearly killed; Raphael protected me."

"That sounds very brave of him."

"He is the bravest of his brothers."

"So the explosion caused mutagen to spill onto you?"

"Oh, no, it happened afterwards. Raphael took the canister to prevent more accidents. It spilled when he was asked to clean up Donatello's mess, and slammed the door."

"He took the canister while Donatello was trying to use it to create a cure?"

Slash tenses up somewhat, eyeing April suspiciously. "He had been working on the retromutagen for months and made no progress."

"No progress at all?"

Slash sets his heavy fists on the counter and leans across menacingly. "Do I look un-mutated to you?"

"What was your relationship with Raphael like before the accident?" April asks boldly, not the least bit intimidated.

Slash's shoulders sink, and his arms fall back to his sides. "I was his best friend. He took care of me, confided in me, brought me everywhere around the lair with him. My name was Spike then."

"You changed your name when you mutated?"

His face darkens. "I go by Slash now. I don't think we're friends anymore."

"I know what you need," Casey holds up a finger, looking very pleased with himself. "Grasping Block. You seem like a marshmallow guy."

Slash gives him an unimpressed look. "I was going to order a Shadow Blend."

"Shame on you, assuming people are marshmallow guys," Chaplin crosses his arms and shakes his head.

"You heard it here first, folks," April says mysteriously, "The rogue pet turned mutant prefers dark chocolate."

[the-kr8tor]

I'm not gonna lie- r being somewhat nonchalant in my hobie hcs are because of the fact im inclined to be like that since I cannot handle any sort of affection. You tell me I look cute and I've gone feral boutta rip you to shreds (affectionately) Daily Hobie HC! Literally no connection to what I'm writing but im making those cardboard sharks decor things and im gonna give it a spiked collar. The morning has been awfully chilly for going out of winters, your hands clinging to your mug of hot chocolate and pressing your body into your human heater of a partner, Hobie. Hobie, admittedly, has been hating the chilliness, but he's more focused on how tiny you look curled up into him. Hobie pulls the thick blanket around the two of you as you both lay on the couch, the rain sounding like people jumping on top of the houseboat. Originally, you two had a date planned today, but due to the heavy rain, you both had to cancel it, which admittedly had the both of you feeling a little more demotivated than usual. However, Hobie suggested to have just a casual movie day, which sounded like the best idea currently. God forbid he gets into the kitchen with the stove on...you'll never forget the chewy soup or what happened when he was left unattended one time. As he flicks through the corniest romance movies he can find to laugh at, you pull down your socks slightly, pressing your cold feet to his side where his sweater had hitched up. Hobie exclaims with shock, flinching away with a feigned bitter look while you laugh like a villain. Eventually, he finds a movie while you properly cuddle up to his side, head on his chest as his hand slowly warms you up, the both of you sipping hot chocolate while watching one of the cringiest romance movies he could find. Hobie laughs the hardest at your disgusted expression whenever something extra romance-y happened, the both of you making fun of the entire movie as it happened, looking away to drink the hot chocolate in order to not lose appetite. The movies keep going, from corny, cheesy romance to downright terrible comedy. However, they all become just material for the jokes you both keep passing, teasing each other and guffawing at each other's overexaggerated expressions. Hobie, the entire time, is a little more focused on your reactions, your happiness and laughter extremely contagious, especially to him. His fingers softly ran through your hair, gently undoing some tangles that occurred. He knew how much they annoyed you at times, considering people immediately assume that you don't brush out your hair, even though you do it passionately out of frustration at times. An idea for payback entered his mind. Hobie's hands cup underneath your knees, pulling your legs over his own and having you sit sideways. He's done this before, so you aren't too fazed. However, the moment you feel his hand hold your ankles down, you knew you made a grave mistake by letting your guard down. Hobie quickly attacks you with tickles, releasing your ankles and moving up, pinning you underneath himself as he torments you with his nimble fingers. Revenge for practically giving him frostbite with your cold feet. -🐦‍⬛

(for scientific purposes) you're adorable 🐦‍⬛ anon 😉

Yeess give the sharks accessories!!!

Daily Hobie HC ‼️

Oh to cuddle up with the love of your life while it's raining outside 😍😍😍😍😍

It's so cold here rn and i felt this hc in my bones 🥰 I want my own cuddlebug too even though he likes tickling me (he better not say anything when i accidentally kick him bc of the tickles) I could go for some hot chocolate rn

Chewy soup

I still love that reference lol i can see you're one of the OGs hahhahahha

I bet if the house boat can handle a fire pit Hobie would light it up on cold winter nights so you two could roast marshmallows together while he makes s'mores abominations by stacking it until it can barely fit in his mouth 😂

[umbravirtus]

When Hans was patched up, and stood up he said to Elsa "One moment" and ran inside his home to his weapon room. Who would've thought he'd be cracking open his betrothal gifts for a situation like this? In his waist was a rapier and in his hand was a flail, a Morningstar flair, to be exact.

What made this weapon special was the three smaller spiked balls at the end with a long chain, which made it ideal for range combat, one-armed use, and maximum damage as the impact didn't rely solely on the strength of the wielder, but also, on the force generated by the balls being spun as the wielder ran or worse, mounted a horse.

He called Sitron by whistling loudly and when the stallion got to him he spoke an order in his native Danish, he told him to HOLD the horse opened his mouth and actually held the flail on his mouth while Hans, with his one good arm, attempted to mount bareback, he failed and just patted his friend's neck "I'm sorry buddy" he apologized for pulling on his mane, then with a gentle voice requests "Little lower, please?" he asks and the Fjord complies, actually laying down so Hans can get up on him, which he manages, with one arm then, Hans reached for the weapon and told the horse to release. He turned to Elsa

"I'm ready, they went that way, shall we try to track the robot holes on the ground" he points at them "Or do you have information I don't?"

Once they agreed on the route to take, Hans asked of his horse to gallop like a madman and Sitron kept the course. The infamous training of the Southern Isles shone through for rider and Stallion as little seemed to slow them down, pain, branches, they kept the pace as fast as they could, time was of the essence. Hans' face at this moment was one of determination, one some of the soldiers have seen before; as he scaled the mountain to get Elsa, as he fought Marshmallow.

As Sitron asks for a reprieve on the speed, Hans squares up to Mattias to share what he has learned "Swords do little damage to the robots" He yells so the troops can also hear, taking charge of the cavalry comes easy for Hans, but he knew the best course was to go through their general to avoid chaos. "The joins are not weak, they're going to chew up your swords, we need the big weapons to go first, tridents, halberds, claymores, two-handed, even pitchforks " he explains "Topple them, that's the only way to stop them, they can't get up, they're like stupid turtles, once they're belly up, stab their guts," he forewarns "Careful with the steam, it burns like a bitch."

Hans was more a soldier than a Prince. With a Whiny Sitron let him know he was ready and he ushered the horse to speed up again.

"You heard him," Elsa remains at his side, a cool hand spreading frost over his burn to keep the flesh from suffering from deeper damage. "This should help with the pain," she winces at his agonizing scream and lifts her gaze from Hans to Mattias, if where her trust lies wasn't clear before, "Bandges the arm the way he's asked. We need to leave as quickly as possible if we're going to catch up to them."

. . .

Anna was hyperaware of everything happening around her. They had covered her head with a burlap sack but small bits of light seemed through. She committed to memory every smell, sound, and landmark she could make out. Even the accents of the men guiding her up the gangplank of a massive vessel. She recognized them as Weseltonian.

"Gale," she whispered, "Can you hear me?" A breeze blew past and Anna smiled, tears trickled down her cheeks at the sound of that familiar trilling. "I'm in Weselton," she told the spirt. "Tell Elsa they took me to Weselton."

"Shut up!" The gruff voice was followed by the hilt of a sword hitting her back and pushing her forward. Anna tripped and fell to her knees with a grunt. "Keep moving, Princess." He said and grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her onto her feet again."

[starseedfxofficial]

Hidden Trends Behind Today's Bond Spike Revealed Hidden Trends and Spiking Bonds: What's Brewing in the Markets? You know that feeling when you think you’re on top of your game, only to find out that your "perfect" plan has a tiny detail off—like discovering you’re wearing mismatched socks right before a big meeting? Well, today's bond market action might feel a bit like that to some traders, but hold on—there's actually a lot more happening beneath the surface. Grab a coffee, let's break down the juicy tidbits! Bunds Are on a Green Run—But Why? Imagine you're on a rollercoaster and the climb is happening in slow motion. That’s the kind of green ride Bunds are having today. After the release of the French, German, and Eurozone-wide PMI figures, Bunds and OATs shot up like a rocket, currently sitting near session highs at 133.32 and 125.52 respectively. Why all the excitement, you ask? Well, the odds of a 50bps rate cut at the European Central Bank’s December meeting have ticked higher, and this isn't your average market reaction—think more like spotting a $100 bill on the sidewalk and realizing it’s for real. It’s enough to send even the calmest bond traders into a buying frenzy. Gilts Also Want in on the Action Gilts started out looking a bit unsure this morning, dropping slightly after the open, like someone hesitating at the edge of a cold pool. Retail sales data came in softer than expected, but this was the signal that Gilts needed to start warming up. Following their own PMI figures (which also turned out softer than a marshmallow left out in the sun), Gilts decided to shake off their early slump. They spiked higher from 94.58 to a peak of 94.90 before fading back—kind of like when you think you’re done with one helping of dessert, only to come back for more before anyone else notices. U.S. Treasuries in Sync: Follow the Leader Across the pond, U.S. Treasuries (USTs) are moving like they’re playing a game of Simon Says, following their European counterparts into positive territory. With PMIs coming out from the bloc and Germany, USTs reached a 109-25 peak—now, they’re just chilling, waiting for the U.S. numbers to drop later. It’s like that part of a movie where the tension builds, and everyone’s sitting on the edge of their seats, popcorn ready. Who knows what those PMI figures might stir up next? And with the Fed docket quiet until Bowman speaks after hours, USTs seem content for now—at least until the next plot twist. What's It All Mean for Traders? For all you seasoned traders out there (and anyone still cutting their teeth), there are a few key takeaways here. First, the softer PMI figures across multiple regions suggest we’re going to see central banks leaning a bit more toward rate cuts. The market has already started pricing in these expectations, and if you blinked, you may have missed the mini-spike in bond prices today. There’s also the opportunity to consider how the ECB’s upcoming decisions could impact currency pairs involving the euro—you know, that whole 'anticipate before the herd' strategy. Bond moves are like reading a script for a movie before it hits theaters—you get to know where the juicy parts are before everyone else catches on. Second, there’s some tactical value in watching correlations—not just within Europe, but across to the U.S. The Eurozone is setting a precedent, and U.S. Treasuries are listening. If you trade based on macro trends, consider this your nudge to look at cross-asset reactions. A Little Calm Before the Storm? As we inch toward the ECB meeting, it feels like there’s a collective market breath being held. Bunds, OATs, Gilts, and U.S. Treasuries are all playing their parts, like a finely choreographed dance. But what’s the catch? All this movement is happening because of economic data suggesting central banks might ease up. Rate cuts are on everyone’s minds—if not publicly, then privately over their morning espresso. It’s a time to be cautious but opportunistic—just like that little voice in your head that tells you to wait for a sale before grabbing those luxury goods. Who knows, the payoff could be just around the corner. Stay sharp, traders. And remember, it’s not always about what the news is—sometimes, it’s about what’s brewing behind the scenes. That’s where the real opportunities lie. Read the full article

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Double Solo Para: Really Was No Miracle (Pandora/Sabrine)

Sabrine nods to herself as the moon rises, waving a hand over herself. “Liberaris aracharbus,” and in a transparent-white rush of spikes, she’s magically concealed, rounding the corner into the park.

Small. Almost concealed unless you know what you’re looking for, even for the locals. Plenty of hiding places. Plenty of shadow. She could try to wander quietly and hope for the best, but fuck that. She had a cupcake to rescue for her stupid marshmallow.

“Petendo agoempra,” and a cobalt wave twists from her hands, spreading over the relatively small area, freezing it in time. She walks through, acutely aware of the tapping of her heels on the ground. Thinking about it, she breaks the cover on them. It didn’t matter if people saw her in the silver shoes of Oz or not, right now she needed to worry more about focusing her magic into this rescue. Where in the hell...

Ah hah.

Sabrine smirks, withdrawing her time bubble and concealment as she thrusts her hand out to cast on the man with Pandora in the same moment, “Traundis demonenus!”

If he had time to fully process the witch who’d suddenly appeared before him out of absolutely nowhere, it didn’t show on his face as a crimson, mostly transparent wave of magic flies off her hand and strikes him unconscious as it hits him.

Pandora is shaking and trembling, looking up with wide eyes at her rescuer, too scared by what’s happened to her to even question the fact that it’s Sabrine. She scrambles to the other’s outstretched arm.

Sabrine stumbles, catching her. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Pandora clings onto her like a lifeline, shaking her head, crying softly.

Sabrine looks at her, holding the cupcake somewhat uncomfortably, not unlike someone who hates kids being handed a baby. Pandora sobs into her arm and something in her hardens a bit, looking back at the man who’d taken her.

Holding out her hand, she hisses, “Oblitenim annoeom.” She watches silently, coldly as a silver shaft of magic streaks from her hand and washes over him, stripping his memories away. He won’t be doing that again, not for anyone, not to anyone.

Pandora looks back at him, clinging to Sabrine, terrified, but squeaking out, “My phone. He has it. His-- his right pocket.”

Sabrine nods, gently extracting herself from the other and going to get it, handing it back to her as she comes right back over. Pandora accepts it, clinging back onto her again, also a very childlike gesture.

Sabrine sighs, rubbing her back. “Let’s take you back to my place, cupcake. We can tell the marshmallow you’re all right in the car.”

Pandora nods, and, holding onto each other, the two witches walk back out of the park.

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

Thank you so much for this! The quotes and characters fits so well! Let me return the favor!

MCS (WE): (In)Accurate Dialogue

Part 2!

1

Saitama: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Kobayashi: *turning to Gojo* How tall are you?

2

Italy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life. Yuuri: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back. Fujinuma: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thanks for finding this! Levi: My will to live. I haven’t seen this in 15 years. Saitama: Ha! I knew I lost that potential somewhere! L: Mental stability, my old friend. Italy: … Guys, could you lighten up a little?

3

Mako: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Hanako: That would suck because you can't microwave metal. Senku: Good morning to everybody except these two people.

4

Rin: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Soma: You and me!!! Rin, tearing up: Okay.

5

Ciel: Someone will die. Emma: Of fun!

6

Edward, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Haruhi: You did WHAT– Senku: William Snakepeare

7

Iruma: What do you think Hanako will do for a distraction? Tanjiro: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Tanjiro: ... or he could do that.

8

Langa: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Kuroko: You’re a hazard to society Hinata: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

9

Korra: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Izuku: Korra no. Zuko: Mistlefoe. Izuku: Please stop encouraging her.

10

Mafuyu: What time is it? Haruka: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out Haruka: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Ciel: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Haruka: It’s 2 am

11

Spike: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Gojo: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. U-1146: I personally was created in a lab. Italy: I just straight up spawned.

12

Serinuma: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Mob: What? Saiki: That you're a child. Saitama: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

13

Fujinuma: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Yuuri: Plane tickets? Kobayashi: Concert tickets? Gojo: Prostitution? Fujinuma, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

14

Korra: Zuko isn’t answering his phone Izuku: I’ll call Korra: Italy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Zuko: Hello?

15

Edward: Rules are made to be broken. Haruhi: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Hinata: Uh, piñatas. Serinuma: Glow sticks. Rin: Karate boards. Langa: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Edward: Rules. Haruhi:

16

Gojo: Pre broth, is an amazing stage! It's when you're the most alert! Levi: Good, cause some need to be alert tonight.. This "Snake Juice" is basically rat poison. Everybody's wasted. Italy: You don't even know one thing! I didn't even say one thing! And she asks me the whole thing, and I didn't even do it once! Spike: I'm, like, an elephant. Okay? If I walk into a room, it's like 'Okay, he's in there.' Kobayashi: I'm gonna tell you, that... that bitch over there. I'm gonna tell... I don't mean to brag. Fujinuma: Baba-Booey. Saitama: Turn this music down. [singing] Farts and boobs and love and stuff... macaroni salad... Heine: [rapidly speaking gibberish in German] U-1146: [Laughes, coughes, then drinks more snake juice] Yuuri: [wearing a party hat and dancing frantically] Fujinuma: Is this everybody? Levi: Gojo and Spike took a cab. Itay's in the trunk. L's on the roof. Where to first? Kobayashi: Your mother's butt. [everyone laughs except Levi] L: I'm so alone.

Sooo... @the-ravenclaw-werewolf ...

Remember your dialouges...

Well, here's some more! :D

MCS(WE): (In)Accurate Dialouge.

1.

Hinata: I've sent good vibes your way... They're coming. There's nothing you could do to stop them.

Saiki: That is the most threatening way I've been cheered up.

2.

Emma: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Emma and Hinata, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Italy: Our turn! Ready? One, two, three- vanilla!

U-1146, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

3

Korra: I think we're missing something. Izuku: Teamwork? Soma: Cohesion? Zuko: A general sense of what we’re doing?

4

Killua: *Gently taps table* Ciel: *Taps back* Emma: What are they doing? Ryuzaki: Morse code. Killua: *Aggressively taps table* Ciel: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

5

Neagi: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Senku: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Mako: Smad.

6

Tetsuya: If I went missing for a like say a week, do you think you'd be alarmed?

Hinata: I think so?

Tetsuya: Oh that's nice, I didn't think you'd be alarmed.

Hinata: You're my friend.

Tetsuya: ... I don't like how you said that- you said it like you're-

Hinta: You're my friend!

Tetsuya: Wh- Okay stop yelling at me,

Hinata: YOU'RE MY FRIEND!

Tetsuya: AH- OH MY-

Hinata: I WOULD BE CONCERNED IF YOU DISAPPEARED!

7

Store Worker: Would a Spike Spiegel please come to the front desk? Spike, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Hinata and Mafuyu Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Hinata and Mafuyu, simultaneously: We got lost :( Spike: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

8

Ciel: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Emma: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Ciel: No! Four to five seconds! Emma: Too late!!!

9

Italy: What is your biggest weakness? Levi: I can be uncooperative. Italy: Okay, can you give me an example? Levi: No.

10

*Spike is standing around the broken coffee maker* Spike: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Tohru: ...I did. I broke it. Spike: No. No you didn't. Hinata? Hinata: Don't look at me. Look at Edward. Soma: What?! I didn't break it. Hinata: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Soma: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken. Hinata: Suspicious. Soma: No, it's not! Langa: If it matters, probably not, but was the last one to use it. Chika: Liar! I don't even drink that carp! Langa: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Chika: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Langa! Tohru: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Spike-san. Spike: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Zuko: Spike... Korra's been awfully quiet. Korra: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Spike, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand, so I punched it. Spike: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Spike: Spike: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Dude, this took so long- Especially that last one- dude, I'm gonna weep inside-

[blackbirdblackbird]

under the mistletoe (midnight, christmas eve)

/

After their Christmas Eve get together winds down and everyone has left – Sam and Ruby being last, flying back to Lena’s otherwise empty penthouse after helping Kara superspeed through cleanup – Lena allows herself to really, fully relax for the first time since the morning. She emerges from the bedroom, having finally changed out of the dress she wore for the visit to the children’s hospital in the afternoon into something more comfortable just as Kara is setting two mugs of hot chocolate down on the coffee table. She sits down beside Kara, groaning as she sinks into the cushions and closes her eyes for a moment. She hears Kara chuckle, and when she opens her eyes again finds her holding one of the mugs out for Lena. Lena takes it, and sips the hot drink. Unlike Kara’s towering stack of marshmallows and whipped cream, it’s made how Lena likes it – more chocolate, less sugar, and spiked with rum.

“I love seeing everyone, but I’m glad Alex and Kelly will be hosting tomorrow,” Lena says.

Kara makes an agreeable noise, taking a bite out her whipped cream. (Lena might watch a little too closely as she licks her lips after.) “Yeah, it was a lot. At least we didn’t have to clean up alone.”

“I didn’t have to clean up at all,” Lena says smugly, having been ordered out of the kitchen earlier to let the Kryptonians do the job as fast as possible.

Kara shrugs. “You deserved a break; you were handing out gifts to those kids all afternoon.”

“So were you.”

“Yeah, but,” Kara leans in a little closer, her voice soft as if sharing a secret “I’m Supergirl.”

Lena laughs, gently bumping her shoulder into Kara’s. Kara pushes back, just as gently.

“Hey,” Kara says, looking over at Lena, “You’re wearing your sweater!”

“I am,” Lena says, looking down at herself. It’s dark green, with a surprisingly tasteful snowflake pattern on the front. Kara got it for her, and a matching red one for herself. “I like it. It’s comfy,” Lena admits, though the swell of warmth stems not just from the actual sweater itself, but from the idea of Kara picking it out for her, from wearing something so blatantly matching with Kara. Judging by the quiet little smile on Kara’s face, Lena thinks she gets it too.

/

Later, their mugs are empty and set aside on the coffee table and the only sound is the murmur of a holiday playlist that had been turned down but not off after everyone left. They’re sprawled out across the couch together, Lena propped up on a pillow with Kara’s head in her lap. She’s enveloped by a sort of hazy, sleepy contentment, and thinks they might spend the whole night there if one of them doesn’t decide to move to the bed soon. Lena knows she should probably just do it – it’s likely sometime after midnight, and they promised to be at Alex and Kelly’s early in the morning – but she can’t find the willpower to get up. (Or more realistically, prod Kara into flying them over to the bed.)

Lena’s contemplation of whether the inevitable neck pain is worth letting them just stay there is interrupted by Kara squirming in her lap. She’s suddenly more alert, focusing on something on – no, something above the ceiling.

“Kara?”

She tears her attention away from whatever she sees, breaking into a wide grin as she looks at Lena. “It’s snowing again!”

Before Lena has even processed this, she’s standing in front of the window in Kara’s arms, her ponytail blowing wildly around her neck.

“Sorry,” Kara says softly, so close that Lena can feel her breath on her neck. “Got excited.”

“It’s alright.” She leans back into Kara, wrapping her own arms around Kara’s that are encircling her middle.

Looking out the window, she understands Kara’s excitement. Though she has no desire to actually go out (and she hopes Kara doesn’t either) Lena can vividly imagine it. The chill in the air, and the counterpoint of the warmth of Kara’s presence. The stillness and the quiet under the slowly falling snow. How the emptiness of the usually bustling streets and the city light being reflected back down on them make everything feel just a little unreal.

Thankfully, Kara seems as content with their cozy intimacy as Lena is, and settles for experiencing this through the window.

Lena quickly gets distracted, drawn instead to Kara’s reflection. The way she scans over everything before, not wanting to miss a thing. The little smile, the wonder in her eyes. The way she meets Lena’s eyes in their reflection, just for a moment. The briefest of contact, then she’s once more looking at the fluffy snowflakes falling outside. Lena doesn’t feel like she’s been caught staring, and Kara gives no sense that she feels she was caught either. Just checking in with Lena, sharing this little moment with her.

She watches Kara follow the snow up and up and up, until her gaze is decidedly inside the window. And not in a distant, looking past everything with her powers way. Lena follows Kara to where her attention seems to fixed, almost directly overhead.

“Oh.”

Lena knew it was there. She watched Kara hang it this morning, she helped with another one. But it slipped her mind after that, apart from the pretty blush her teasing drew. (Who are you hoping to catch under there, Miss Danvers? Sam, perhaps?)

“Mistletoe,” Kara says, her voice still low and close. Their eyes meet in their reflection again.

“Are you going to do something about it?” Lena challenges.

Kara freezes, just for a heartbeat.

Then gently, carefully, she lets Lena out of her hold and spins her around. Facing each other, they’re close, so close. Lena would barely need to move to close the space, to – but she waits.

She waits.

It should be tense. It should be agonizing. It’s not.

It’s been so easy for Lena to fall into this strange new normal with Kara. So comfortable, so natural. To let her through all her walls, to come home to her, to entwine their lives together. She still feels that now, just as strong as – stronger than­ – ever. There’s a certain sort of inevitability to it, being in Kara’s arms, being this close to her, the way she’s looking at Lena.

Lena waits.

Kara kisses her.

Gentle at first, hesitant. Not unlike the kisses on Lena’s cheek, or her forehead, that Kara has given her before. Lena pushes back, ever so slightly: asking a question, giving permission. More. Kara pulls her even closer, pushes back a little harder. A little more fervent, but still unhurried. Lena’s world narrows down to just Kara: strong hands squeezing her hips, the way Kara’s lips move against hers, the sugary-sweet taste of hot cocoa.

A small eternity or two passes, then they break apart. Lena lets out a breath, a little laugh, and tucks her head into Kara’s chest. For once, Lena can hear Kara’s heart, pounding out a frantic rhythm in time with hers.

“I want to say it. Can I say it? I mean, I think it should be obvious by now, but are – ”

Lena cuts her off gently. “I love you.”

“Yeah. That.”

Lena lifts her head up to look at Kara. Kara looks back at her, adorable lip bite turning into a little grin. Lena arches an eyebrow expectantly.

“Hey you.” Kara kisses her again, short, sweet. “I love you.”

Lena sighs, sinking back into Kara and smiling to match her. Kara starts to sway them side to side in time with the faint music, a not-quite slow dance. “It feels so good to say it. To not have to hide anymore.”

“I haven’t been hiding it for a long time,” Lena admits. “Since you got back, at least.”

“Yeah, me too. Still, it’s nice.” Lena hums in agreement. “Even if it took us a while.”

Lena laughs a little. “At least we worked out the important parts, even if we didn’t know how to talk about it.”

/

The quiet, slow instrumental song playing fades into another and they take little notice. But that too ends, and it’s followed buy something a little more upbeat. Lena can’t quite identify, but it’s enough to pull them out of their little bubble.

She makes a snap decision, resolving to do something she’s been putting off before she loses her nerve.

“Wait here,” she says, tapping a finger on Kara’s chest. “I’ve got a present for you.”

Lena almost runs over to the bedroom, digging a little lead-lined box out of the back of the bottom drawer on her side of the dresser. (She’s sure Kara has noticed it, and has probably been dying to ask about it, but Lena is grateful that she hasn’t.) With the box in her hands, she makes her way back over to Kara.

Now that she’s committed to doing it, the words she couldn’t find before come spilling out.

“I’ve been trying to make myself just give this to you for weeks now, and I suppose being Christmas, this is as good a time as any. I just want you to know I did this for you, just for you. I’ve seen how happy, how free you’ve been since you came out, and I want you to always be able to feel like. I want you to be able to just relax, and not have to think about your powers or the rest of the world if you don’t want to. If you – if you don’t like it, I can just take it back, we never have to talk about it again.” Suddenly desperate, she begs Kara “Please, I need you understand. I know how this might look, especially after last year. I would never use this against you, Kara, please – ”

“Lena.” It’s soft, barely a whisper. But it stops her in her tracks. With the lightest touch, Kara guides Lena’s wildly gesturing hands back down.

Lena takes a deep, steadying breath, nods, and hands the box over to Kara.

Kara takes it, but doesn’t open it, or look at it, or even try to scan it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. Just – ”

“Okay, ok – oh. Oh, wow. Lena, this is beautiful.” Kara removes it – the bracelet – from the box carefully, almost reverently running a thumb over the House of El crest engraved on it. It lights up, the metal itself seeming to glow from with a faint gold. The light flows out along the lines of the flowy, abstract Kryptonian style engravings that encircle the band.

“I’m glad you think so, but it’s also practical.” Lena is a little more confident now that she can focus on a simple matter-of-fact explanation. “It’s a magic based power inhibitor. It can bring your strength down to about human, and your senses, but it won’t leave you vulnerable. And the effects stop instantly once it’s deactivated. It won’t hurt you; it can’t hurt you. I made sure only you can activate that one, and only I could replicate it.”

Kara’s eyes dart back and forth between the bracelet and Lena, giving no indication of her thoughts.

“Kara?”

“How do I – ?”

“Oh, right.” Lena takes it from her, sliding the oversized cuff over Kara’s right hand. “Press and hold the crest to make it size itself properly, then press and swipe all the way to right to turn it on at full strength.” There’s more features: it can inhibit sense and strength separately, an emergency forcefield, a portal beacon. Lena wants to babble on about them, to impress on Kara that this was all for her to –

Kara follows Lena’s instructions, and it’s immediately obvious when it takes effect. She sort of sags, as if settling under the weight of her bones for the first time in months. Then just as suddenly, she perks up, cocking her head like she’s listening to a distant sound, turning around and trying to look through the walls.

Then she’s taking Lena’s hands, her grip tighter, stronger than Lena can ever remember. “I can’t see everything. I can’t hear everything.” She close, so close, looking right in Lena’s and all that doubt, all that worry just washes away. “Just you.”

And Kara’s hugging her. She’s hugging Lena. It’s a normal thing for them, it happens at least twice a day now. But not like this. Not so freely, not with all her strength. Kara melts against her, that constant, almost imperceptible undercurrent of tension, of control, is finally gone. “Thank you,” she says, her voice rough and shaky with emotion.

This time it’s Lena that takes the initiative swaying them in time with the music, that is back on something slower again. It doesn’t last long though, before Kara is yawning against Lena’s shoulder.

“I really do love this, but everything I’ve done today is really catching up to me with the powers turned off. Bed?”

“Bed,” Lena agrees, pulling away from her. It’s actually harder now that Kara can be careless with her strength, but Lena manages after a bit of a struggle. “Come on, Sleepygirl.”  

[wil-is-done]

Cocoon

Summary: At some point, Coraline realized she’s awake. And no one else was.

Word Count: 942

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

At some point, Coraline realized she’s awake. It was a gentle awakening. No grating beeps to interrupt something bizarrely pleasant, no terrible monster to launch her back into reality. Just a sudden realization that she’s no longer sleeping for no good reason.

Her eyes were still closed. Static buzzed faintly from somewhere in front of her. She’s warm, and comfy, and wrapped in something thick and soft. Something’s pressing against her to her left, pinning her left arm to her side, and a different thing has wrapped around her right arm on her lap, holding it in place. It didn’t make sense to panic, didn’t feel right somehow, but the sensation reminded her of being restrained, of being helpless, alone, weak, useless, and it opened a big enough pit in her stomach that she opened her eyes.

It’s dark, until her eyes adjusted. Static’s coming from the tv - cheap, old, and miraculously still functioning - casting a dim glow over her and the rest of the room. She’s in the center of a large, fading yellow, slightly musky, very familiar recliner. The recliner that should be thrown out by now but nobody’s heartless enough to do it.

The thing to her left pinning her arm was Wybie. He’s sleeping soundly, leaning bodily against Coraline, lips parted like he’s a snorer, but he’s not. The other thing holding her right arm was Lili. She’s sleeping too, her head laid across Coraline’s lap, her hands wrapped possessively around Coraline’s arm, cuddling with it like it’s her personal teddy bear. It’s goddamn cute. They both were. And then there was Raz. Sleeping too - sleeping real good, in fact - but you wouldn’t think so, because the little monkey’s somehow balanced himself on the recliner’s right arm, as if he hasn’t already proven himself to be one of the best acrobats in the world. Showoff. 

There were four shapes at the base of the recliner too - not actually on it but still leaning against it. Two with identical brown hair, one with curly red, and one with pointy ash-black, like the hair’s a spike trap or a drawer full of forks. Fork hair’s in the middle, flanked on each side by the brown hairs, while curly’s lying against her left leg, buried under the biggest, ugliest, comfiest, warmest Christmas sweater you’ll ever see. 

And then it all came back to her.

Winter break. She and the rest of the MK somehow managed to convince their parents to spend one weekend in Gravity Falls. Soos was all too happy to let them bunk in the Shack. Raz got his tongue stuck on the totem pole. Disgusting, delicious pizza for dinner. Neil dared himself to stuff twenty marshmallows in his mouth. Someone brought out a Monopoly set. Mabel almost killed Wybie. They picked straws on who got to choose what to watch for movie night and goddamn Dipper pulled the short straw. Made them watch some ‘intellectual’ nonsense that she and the rest had a grand old time roasting while the little twerp sat there fuming. Guess the movie outlasted them in the end, and no one bothered to get up before passing out.

Coraline smiled. Good thing no one did. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. It’s more than what words could describe. If Coraline’s feeling particularly sappy, and she was, then she’ll say she could stay like this forever.

But she knew she’ll regret it in the morning if she let Wybie sleep on her arm and Neil on her leg all night. So she slid her left arm out from between her and Wybie and wrapped it around his shoulder to pull him in closer. Close enough that the matted ends of his hair tickled his left cheek. Then she wiggled her left leg free from behind Neil. The little bundle of fabric and love toppled over to one of the twins. Someone mumbled an incoherent phrase and stirred.

“Sorry,” Coraline whispered.

“Coraline?” A voice asked. Norman’s. Not surprising. He’s always been a light sleeper.

“Hey. Don’t mind me. Go back to sleep.” 

Norman grunted. Adjusted how he’s leaning against the recliner a bit. Coraline surprised herself by how much she wished he didn’t just mess everything up. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know.” And frankly, don’t care. 

“Shouldn’t we move to our rooms?” Honestly, they should. Soos put a lot of work preparing those rooms.

But still, Coraline giggled. No offense to Soos. “And ruin this?”  

Norman must’ve thought no one saw him, but Coraline did. That cheeky little glance to the twin on his right. So that one’s obviously Dipper. 

If only Norman could see the smirk on Coraline’s face. “Come on. You’re comfy enough.”

“Yeah,” Norman agreed after a moment of silence. He leaned back against the recliner, relaxing the best he could in his position, a sneaky arm winding around Dipper to pull him just an inch closer. “Good night, Coraline.”

“Smooth,” Coraline said, and greatly enjoyed how hard Norman tried not to crumple in embarrassment. “Night.”

Not that she’s in any position to make fun of Norman for taking advantage of the situation. She’s perfectly aware of how hypocritical she’s being, as she pulled Wybie in just a tad bit closer. Only difference was nobody’s watching her. That’s Norman’s mistake. 

With her lips curled into a small smile, Coraline laid her head back, closed her eyes, and not very long after, returned to sleep, wrapped in a cocoon of warm bodies, of friendship and love, of bonds that has been tested by fire and emerged on the other side stronger, tighter, unbreakable. A cocoon to chase all the monsters and nightmares away.

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The MK crew held a private Secret Santa event just between us crewmembers, and this is what I made! Would have made it longer, maybe added some extra details, but I ended up not having as much time as I thought to work on it. Hope y’all can still enjoy it. It’s just a short and fluffy thing to end the year on.