#now i need a bat one. and a mistletoe one.

[raceydays-hopelesshaze]

entering my belt buckle era

[steveseddie]

foolproof

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompt: mistletoe | rating: t | wc: 995 | tags: eddie has a crush, and a plan, getting together, jealous eddie, spicy six

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After the third time Steve ends up under the mistletoe with someone who isn’t him, Eddie is ready to burn every single sprig of that fucking plant from the face of the earth. It’s like the mistletoe has something against him with the way it insists on making Steve kiss everyone here except Eddie. 

“Maybe you jinxed yourself by calling it a foolproof plan,” Robin says, her eyes twinkling with amusement at how Eddie glares at Steve and Argyle as the former kisses the latter’s cheek. 

“It was a good plan!” Eddie protests, crossing his arms. They hurt a little from spending all afternoon hanging mistletoe around Steve’s house, hoping to end up under it with him. 

“It was a dingus plan,” Robin huffs. “A good plan would’ve been to tell Steve you wanna kiss him.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “And where’s the fun in that, Buckley?”

“Oh because you’re having so much fun watching Steve make out with everyone except you,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“There hasn’t been any making out!” Eddie says through gritted teeth. 

There was a sloppy kiss to Robin’s forehead, a quick kiss to Argyle’s cheek, and an awkward peck to Nancy’s lips. 

“Not yet,” Robin says, gesturing at Steve standing under another mistletoe with Jonathan this time.

“Motherfucker!” Eddie grumbles angrily. Next to him, Robin giggles. “How does it keep happening?”

Robin shrugs as Nancy and Argyle notice the other two and start chanting, “kiss, kiss, kiss!”

Eddie wants to yell at them to shut up but bites his lip and glares– at them, the mistletoe, and Jonathan.

Especially when he leans in, whispering something that makes Steve blush. Eddie doesn’t know what he’ll do if they kiss. “Buckley, you need to stop them. I can’t watch this,” he says, grabbing Robin’s shoulders and shaking them. 

She shoves him away. “Dude, what do you want me to do?”

Eddie shrugs. “Start a fire?”

“I’m not burning Steve’s house down because you’re a dumbass who refuses to admit his feelings.” 

Eddie lets out a whiny, “Buckleyyyyy.” 

But she shows no mercy and joins Argyle and Nancy’s chanting instead. 

When he glances at Jonathan and Steve again, their faces are only inches apart, twin smiles playing at their lips– lips that are too close.  

“Fuck.”

Fuck this. Fuck his plan. Fuck his life. 

“Nope,” Eddie mutters as Jonathan leans even closer. “I need a smoke.” 

“Wait, Eddie–” Robin starts but he walks away before she can say anything else. 

He stands on the porch and grabs a cigarette. He’s about to light it up when something falls on his hair.

“The fuck?” Eddie bats away whatever just landed on him, hoping it’s not a dying bird. When it ends up on the porch steps, he lets out a humorless laugh. “Of fucking course!”

It’s the mistletoe Eddie hung on the porch when he arrived, hoping to lead Steve outside at some point and get caught under it with him. Foolproof plan, my ass. 

“Fuck you,” Eddie tells the plant, and in a fit of rage, flicks open his Zippo and lights that up instead of the cigarette. “Ha! Who’s laughing now, you piece of shit?” 

“Who are you talking to?” A voice behind him says, startling Eddie.

“Jesus!” He yelps, turning around to find Steve. He freezes like a deer caught in headlights, forgetting about the mistletoe burning away in his hand until it singes his finger. He drops it with a hiss and puts it out with his foot. “Christ, Harrington! They should put a bell on you!” 

Steve holds his hands up. “Sorry, what are you– is that mistletoe?” He asks, glancing at the blackened sprig. 

“Um, yes.”

“And why are you lighting it on fire?”

“I was trying to smoke it?” Eddie tries but gets a skeptical eyebrow raise in return. “No, I just hate it.”

“You were the one who insisted we put it everywhere,” he deadpans. 

Eddie pouts. “Well, I changed my mind, but you sure love it, don’t you? Or it loves you at least. You’ve been under it all night.”

Steve hangs a hand from his neck. “I don’t know how it keeps happening.”

“You seemed quite pleased about it,” Eddie says bitterly, making Steve frown. “At least you did with Jonathan. You were all–” He gestures at Steve’s face, “–blushy and shit. Actually I’m surprised you’re out here– what? Did you need some fresh air after making out with him?” 

Steve’s eyes go wide. “Making out with– What? He kissed my cheek and sent me looking for you.” 

Eddie blinks. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Steve huffs, “so stop being jealous.”

“I’m– not !” 

“You are,” Steve says with a snort. “It was Jon who pointed it out. He said you were trying to murder him with your eyes.”

Eddie winces, embarrassed. 

“Then he said he knew I was disappointed it wasn’t you under the mistletoe and started teasing me. That’s why I was blushing, Eddie.”

“You wanted it to be me?” Eddie asks softly. 

“Duh.”

“Oh. I– uh, brought all this mistletoe because I wanted an excuse to kiss you.” 

Steve chuckles amusedly. “You could’ve just said you wanted to.”

“Yeah, I get that now,” Eddie says, tugging some hair in front of his face. 

“So,” Steve says, nudging Eddie with his elbow. “Anything you want to say to me now?”

Eddie purses his lips. “Yeah, uh, do you have some cream or lotion? I think I gave myself a rash from all the mistletoe–”

Steve laughs then glances down at Eddie’s hands and notices the tiny red splotches. “Wait, really? Shit, Eddie.”

“Guess I’m as allergic to mistletoe as mistletoe is to me,” he says with a snigger.

Steve shakes his head fondly. “C’mon, let’s take care of that.”

“Will you kiss it better after?” 

“Sure, Eds,” Steve grins as he guides him inside. “And then I’ll kiss you for real.”

Eddie grins. Sounds like a great plan.

Take that, Buckley.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadvent calendar Day 24

Shadow x GN Reader

Mistletoe

Shadow was never one for PDA. in fact you two barley held hands whenever other people were around if he could help it. however, tonight the cocktails were flowing and the spirit of Christmas was in the air.

The two of you had managed to miss each other all night. getting wrapped up in conversations with other people, giving out gifts, and avoiding the mistletoe hung ever so delicately in the living room for all to see. You were consciously avoiding it knowing that Shadow did not want to kiss in front of a room full of his closest friends, coworkers, acquaintances, and sonic.

Still he looked so nice in his tux and you knew that he had been eyeing you all night. but attraction or not you were going to respect his boundaries, you would just have to make up for it later.

Shadow on the other hand was craving the touch of your lips right about now. Denied their rightful place upon his earlier in the evening his distain for witnesses was thrown to the wind. You looked incredible tonight and the world needed to know that you were taken, that your lips were for his and his alone.

unfortunately he was caught up in a meaningless conversation with one of his coworker's and he could not get out of it. he had to do something and quick. signaling to Rouge he requested her to get him out of there.

Luckily they had been working together for so long that she understood immediately what he was trying to communicate. Not wasting a moment Rouge swooped into the conversation ending it with grace.

"What do you need Hon?"

"I need to get over to Y/N, I have a matter that needs addressing"

"Is this about those lips you've been staring at all night?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business bat, but yes."

"Fine, I'll help you, but you have to do it over there." She pointed to the mistletoe hanging in the center of the room.

"What? Why?"

"Why? well you two have been together for so long and yet I've never seen the two of you give each other more than a peck. I just want to make sure you're doing it right, for Y/N's sake."

"You are a pain you know that right?"

"Just looking out for you doll."

Shadow weighed his options for a moment, if he tried to make his way across the room he was sure to run into more people and have to engage in more meaningless conversations. it would take at least an hour to get to you, and even then he would have to wait for your conversation to end before he could even attempt to kiss you.

Still to kiss in a crowd was one thing, to do it with everyone watching was another.

He gritted his teeth it wasn't like him to shy away from anything and he wasn't about to start now. He needed your lips and fast so reluctantly he agreed.

"You wont regret this, I promise." Rouge responded happy her little negotiation worked. She took out her phone and texted everyone her plan, all they had to do was get you under that mistletoe by any means necessary.

❄️

You were mid conversation with Amy when her phone went off.

"That's weird who could be texting you right now? everyone we know is here."

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing." she reassured quickly putting her phone away. "Say, why don't we look for some more of those delicious crab puffs I think I saw some over there."

"umm okay, I guess we could."

But before you could actually turn to go the opposite direction Sonic interrupted your conversation.

"Hey Y/N How's it goin? Say, is that cocktail for me? Thanks!" He took your drink and bolted across the room before you even had the chance to react.

"Hey!" you whined before following after him, it was a confined space and with all the people there he couldn't have gotten too far.

You followed him almost to the center of the room before he stopped turning back to you your drink still in his hands.

"What's the big idea? you can't just do that at a party."

"I had it under control Sonic" Amy called finally catching up to the both of you.

"Yah, but I was faster."

"What's going on you two?"

"You'll see." sonic replied "Sorry about this" He gave you a gentle push. Stumbling backward you almost fell thankfully, a pair of hands steadied you before you could reach the floor.

"Hey." shadow looked down at you giving you a handsome smirk.

"Shadow? thanks, but how did you-"

"Everyone! looks like we have our first two lovebirds under the mistletoe!" Rouge announced "Why don't you give them a round of applause?"

You looked up and saw the offending branch right above where you and Shadow were standing.

"Oh no, we don't have to if you don't want. I know you don't really like this stuff." you apologized.

"Don't be ridiculous, It's tradition." Shadow said grabbing you by the chin. "And besides with the way you look tonight I want everyone here to know you're mine."

And with that he kissed you it was passionate, full of love and devotion. he was getting the touch he so craved and he didn't care who saw it.

Once your lips had parted and crowed died down a little you looked into his crimson eyes and smiled.

"You know, you could have just asked for a kiss my love."

"Yes, but I wanted to make this one special."

You giggled placing your hands on his chest.

"Well then love, You accomplished your mission"

You gave him another kiss each of you smiling against the other's lips before rejoining the party hand in hand.

[midmourn]

under the mistletoe

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre fluff warnings one suggestive joke on chenle’s note if yall have any requests let me know 🫶 happy holidays if u celebrate ! ( masterlist )

you can’t control the grin that takes over your face as you and mark get closer to the front door, glancing up to make sure the mistletoe is in place. “so i should be home by three, but if plans change, i’ll text you,” mark turned, blinking in confusion at the happy look on your face. “why do you look so happy to see me leave?” you giggle, shaking your head in amusement as you point up to the ceiling above your head. he follows your gaze, blinking rapidly as his cheeks glow red. he stutters as he looks back to you, watching you take a step closer and press a soft kiss on his cheek. he stares at you as you pull back, a warm sensation tickling his chest before suddenly growing confident at the sight of your blushing cheeks and shy giggling, “i think you missed.”

renjun doesn’t know how many mistletoes he’s hung around the dorm, but he’s going to start throwing hands if he doesn’t get you under it. his jaw drops from across the room as he stares daggers at you and jaemin, who knows what he’s doing, standing under the mistletoe. jaemin glances up, directly at renjun before tapping on his cheek teasingly. you breathe out a laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss but before you can, he’s shoved out of the way. you watch in surprise as renjun takes his place, batting jaemin away when he jokingly tries to get his place back. he waits for jaemin to walk away before he says, “the world must hate me or something. how have i gotten everyone but the one person i want the most under the mistletoe?” your brain buffers, “what?” he grins cutely, “i want you to kiss only me from now on, okay?”

jeno doesn’t know how he got to this point. “uh,” is all he can offer as he stares up at the ceiling above your heads. he points at the mistletoe unhelpfully, “mistletoe,” he states the obvious. “oh, really?” you can’t help but tease, pressing your lips together to prevent yourself from laughing. his cheeks tint red at your words, scratching the back of his neck, “look, it’s just a dumb tradition, we don’t have to. none of the guys are looking so it can be our little secret.” you pout, tilting your head, “oh, you don’t want to kiss me?” his eyes widen, “i- no, that’s not what i meant. i do want to kiss you but if you don’t, then that’s—” you cut him off by leaning in, pressing your lips softly against his and making him make a confused noise back before kissing back. you lean back after a few moments, opening your eyes to see jeno leaning forward to chase after your lips. you giggle, “you taste like eggnog.”

there’s a tap on your shoulder and you turn, frowning once you see haechan with a devious glint in his eyes, hands hidden behind his back. “can i help you?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him. “yeah, actually,” he clears his throat, finally revealing what he held and lifting his hand up. you look up, face deadpanning as you see the mistletoe. it dangles above your heads teasingly, haechan smirking, “you know the tradition, don’t you?” you huff, crossing your arms, “a dumb tradition and an easy way to get mono.” haechan pouts, “i don’t know about you but you’re the only one i wanna kiss, baby.” you shake your head, going to walk away but he catches you by your arm, dragging your name out, “come on, it can be my christmas present! and it’ll be familiar and easy since y’know, we’ve already—” you roll your eyes, wrapping your hand around the collar of his shirt and tugging him to your level to smash your lips together. he wastes no time in dropping the mistletoe and pulling you closer to him by your hips, tilting his head. you pull back a few moments later, slightly breathless as you push him back, “good enough?” he grins a little lovesick smile, “i might need a few more presents.”

as soon as jaemin opens the door for you, there’s a burst of laughter coming from the boys towards you. you frown, glancing down at your outfit. nothing was wrong, so you look to jaemin who chuckles hesitantly. “uh..” he goes to speak, but haechan beats him to it, yelling, “look up, lovebirds!” you look up, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the mistletoe hanging above your heads. your eyes connect with renjun, who is grinning so hard you think it might split his face in half. you immediately know that he’s the one who planned this, and your eyes narrow at him threateningly. you look back to jaemin, who is shuffling in place slightly, looking away from you. such a stark difference from his usual confident self, that it bursts your own confidence. “well?” you say, and he looks at you. “aren’t you going to kiss me?” you ask and he slowly smiles, “i’ve been wanting to since forever.”

“now how did that get there?” chenle fakes a gasp, a shocked look on his face as he stares up at the mistletoe somehow attached to the roof of the car. you follow his gaze, hiding a smirk behind your hand, “how does this keep happening?” you ask in faux shock, glancing around for any more. he shrugs, “must be fate,” is the last thing he says before pulling you into a kiss by your chin. you say in between each kiss, “i— can’t— wait— until— you— get— caught— under— one— with— your— members—” your giggle is caught by his mouth again, hand cradling your cheek. he breaks away, pecking your lips once more before saying, “i saw a video where some girl had her belly button pierced and the piercing was a mistletoe.” it takes a second, but your eyes widen and you gasp, making him burst into laughter at your expression. “chenle!”

“i should be playing in the winter snow,” jisung’s sweet, deep voice fills your ears as you rest your head on his chest, some cheesy christmas hallmark movie playing on your tv that neither of you are paying attention to. “but imma be under the mistletoe, with you, shawty, with you.” his fingers tap gently on your back and there’s some shuffling before mistletoe appears in your vision, held up by a nervous jisung. you giggle, glancing between the blushing jisung and the mistletoe. you put your hand over his, lowering the mistletoe and leaning up to press a kiss to both of his cheeks, “you don’t have to have mistletoe for me to kiss you.” he giggles back, a shy, soft smile on his lips as he grabs you by the back of your head softly and pulls you in for another kiss.

[hauntedbydreams]

Ik im so late to the Xmas!Vi fics but I’ve had an insane holiday week and didn’t get to finish my Xmas headcanons, so here it is now… it’s kinda meh but I still had to post it cause come on! Xmas Vi is so cute.

Xmas!Vi Headcanons 🎄

Vi can’t wrap Xmas presents for shit, it’s kinda funny

But it’s your first Xmas together and she’s trying really hard but the paper keeps ripping and she’s got double sided sticky tape all over her hand bandages

You can’t help but giggle as she sighs frustrated laying her hands on the kitchen table, leaning on her arms and sulking.

Your hands wrap around her as you lay your head on her shoulder. “I got this honey, can you go get the Xmas decorations and grab the tree from the garage please?”

She’s still sulky as she turns around in your arms and looks down at you. You grin up at her “I’m sure I saw some mistletoe in the decoration boxes…”

She’s smiling and is pulling on her boots before you can say anything. “Be right back” she winks at you.

She brings the tree and the ornaments and you can already see the knowing smirk on her face while you finish wrapping the gifts.

Decorating Xmas tree w Vi consists of her holding up mistletoe every 6 seconds and winking at you.

After the 3rd time you’re eye rolling so hard and about to snatch the mistletoe out of her hand when she pulls it higher out of your reach and grabs you toward her by the waist.

Your faces are so close now, you can practically taste the million candy canes she ate earlier (and then complained about a bellyache)and hot chocolate on her breath.

She’s still holding the mistletoe above you when she says “one last time? I promise” and then she hits you with the puppy dog eyes and you can’t help but crash into her lips.

30 minutes later and you’re almost done decorating the Xmas tree but you take a look at the side she was hanging ornaments on and your jaw drops.

“Violet! Are you kidding me?!? You can’t put two red baubles right next to each other and all the blue ones on the same tree branch!!!”

She knows you’re annoyed but she’s stressing cause it’s just a Christmas tree and why are you using her full name?!?

That’s only reserved for when you’re really mad. This can’t be that bad right?!? (I swear she panics anytime you call her Violet instead of Vi or any of the 60 pet names you guys have for each other)

“I’m sorry! I was just hanging them rando-“

“But this looks like a 6 year old decorated our tree! It’s our first xmas together Vi, it has to be perfect!”

You sigh when you see her all quiet and looking down at her feet. “I need this xmas together to be perfect”

“I know honey, but it’s just a few ornaments, plus I kinda think it gives the tree a chill look.” She’s grinning at you batting her lashes trying to get out of her lil fuck up.

“Really Violet? The tree’s got a chill look?” You snort “Who are you?!? Did Ekko and Jinx teach you that word?”

“What? No!” She protests getting all defensive “I’m chill! I can be chill!”

“Oh my god, please just stop saying ‘chill’, please.” You say as you snag a piece of mistletoe and raise it above her, moving in for a kiss to shut her up before she can say “chill” again.

She’s kissing you back eagerly in an instant and then she pulls away with that little sparkle in her eye “if mistletoe is how you shut me up when I fuck up the Xmas decorations, I might just have to make it into an Xmas tradition!” She’s laughing and kissing you again. You can’t help but roll your eyes and smile into the kiss.

Oh and then after everything’s done and the whole house is decorated you decide to pull out one last surprise…

It’s your early Xmas present to Vi

You quickly go change into a red pj set with white fur trim, cute lil shorts and a low cut top.

You decide to throw on a deer antler headband as well before strutting into the living room where Vi is still arranging the Xmas gifts under the tree that you had to redecorate to save it from her “chill” style.

She’s not really paying attention till you call her name in that bedroom voice she LOVES.

“Vi… baby can you tu-”

“Holy shit cupcake!” Her eyes are about to fall out of her skull and you’re pretty sure that’s a lil bit of drool on the corner of her lips.

“What’s this?” She’s up and walking toward you almost too scared to put her hands on you in case she’s just imagining things.

“It’s your early Xmas gift baby. You like?”

She looks you up and down, RAKING her eyes down your sides “Do I like it?!? I love it!”

Then she’s picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards the bedroom as you giggle.

“You know who might not love it tho? Santa. I bet you’re on his naughty list this year.”

You laugh at her tragic Xmas themed flirt attempt but can’t help and play along. “Oh yeah? What about your list?”

“Oh you’re the only thing on my naughty list this year pretty girl”

[supermanshield]

Mistletoe superbat kiss for the holidays? <3

This turned out longer than I expected and I had a lot of fun with it! Thank you for the prompt!

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Every year, Wally made it a national sport to put mistletoe up on the watchtower in all kinds of places. Together with Kyle he'd managed to get various members of the team to kiss each other - Aquaman and Wonder Woman, J'onn and Green Arrow, Black Canary and Zatanna just to name a few. But there was one person they hadn't gotten yet. Or rather two. Superman always politely kissed the other person on the cheek if he even walked into their trap, and Batman avoided them like the plague. It was as if he had a sixth sense for mistletoe. As far as Wally knew, he probably actually did.

Batman wasn't on the watchtower as often as the other team members, which already made it harder to catch him. But he was also extremely aware of his surroundings, and would slip out of the way always just in time when he'd notice the offending branch, and reset his course through the tower as if nothing happened. But Wally knew. And now he was out to get him. Together with Kyle he devised an ingenious plan.

Even though he wasn't there often, the watchtower was still one of Batman's most proud accomplishments. So obviously the plan had to involve some sort of malfunction to her wiring. Batman would come check it out and bam! Unavoidable Mistletoe dangling above his cowl. Now they just needed another person for him to kiss. Wally or Kyle could do it themselves, but as fun as that sounded, there was no challenge in that. Superman was the obvious choice, but it would be difficult with his speed almost matching Wally's. Wally would have to move faster than he ever had, and inside a space station at that. It was an ambitious plan, but together with Kyle he'd pull it off.

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On December 24th, Bruce reluctantly beamed up to the watchtower. He was only here to get a hold of Aquaman before the crazy holiday villains would start wreaking havoc on Gotham. He said hi to Clark, always in for a good chat in the cafeteria around the holidays. Bruce knew it was a somewhat lonely time for him and had invited his friend to the Manor for Christmas day.

He heard Wally and Kyle giggling before seeing them walking off to a different section of the space station. He found Arthur in the pool, and while talking to him heard one of the minor alarms going off, indicating damage, followed by Superman's familiar swoosh flying past. Clark would have it handled then.

Except that a minute later Bruce's communicator beeped. Grumbling and sighing, he answered. "What?"

"B, we've got a minor issue in C-wing. Can you come check it out?"

This team really couldn't function without him. Although it was good to know that they wouldn't operate on his baby without consulting him first. "Give me a minute," he replied and cut the line.

When he finally reached the end of the corridor in C-wing and entered the room Clark had called him from, Bruce briefly looked at the three superheroes already there; Flash, Green Lantern and Superman. The minor issue they were standing around was a loose wall panel and some exposed wiring. "Hng."

"What's wrong?" Clark said. "It's nothing. A quick fix."

"How many Justice Leaguers does it take to change one lightbulb," Bruce said drily in his Batman voice. Kyle laughed a little nervously, but Bruce paid him no mind.

"Something went wrong with our maintenance job, Bats. Sorry," Wally explained. Bruce grunted again, and squatted down to the broken wall panel. "Superman, right here," he pointed. "Do your thing." As Clark squatted down next to him to use his heat vision on the wires, he felt more than saw Kyle moving and flying up a bit, but thought nothing of it. That was his first mistake. The second was getting up and turning around right as Clark was done. They got up together and turned around to a very smug Flash pointing up. "Got you!"

Kyle was hovering a little bit, holding a green fishing rod with real mistletoe attached at the end.

"Oof!" Clark cowered a little bit, clearly feeling guilty he had asked Batman here while The Mistletoe Plot was unfolding, but also clearly not having been in on it. He tried to get them out of it. "Well, technically you were in the middle of work when it happened, and it's not in a doorway, so..."

"I'm not one above admitting defeat, Superman."

"True. But you're also very resourceful in changing rules for your own benefit."

"Not this time. It appears I'm completely out of options."

"Haha! We got them!" Kyle yelled.

"Heh! Okay," Superman said. He started tilting his head in his signature Mistletoe Move to kiss Bruce on the cheek, but Bruce wouldn't have it. He grumbled, huffed, and angled his face towards Clark's lips. This might be the only chance he'll ever get at feeling those lips against his own and he was gonna make the most of it.

He grabbed the front of Clark's suit with his gloved fist to keep him close, and planted his lips soundly against the Kryptonian's. There was a little surprised sound in the back of Clark's throat, but that quickly faded into a sigh as Clark leaned closer to him. Could... could it be? That Clark had a crush on him just as he did on Clark? But then he wouldn't have tried to get them out of it before... Clark's lips were still moving against his own, softer than Bruce had ever imagined. He would get lost in this... forget himself and wrap his arms around Clark if they kept going any longer. Reluctantly, Bruce pulled away.

"Ha!" Kyle yelled. "That was better than I expected!"

Clark stared at Bruce, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. "B...," he started, but didn't get to finish. In the background, Wally was still saying something about defeating the undefeated Batman, but it barely registered to Bruce, lost as he was in Clark's eyes. And in his grip. Sometime in the last 30 seconds Clark had grabbed his shoulders and was pulling him close again. Clark's face was very quickly getting closer, closer, Bruce closed his eyes and felt Superman's lips again. The force of the kiss made them fall to the floor in a flurry of black and red capes, the landing cushioned more by Clark's arms around Bruce than his own armor.

"Sorry!" Clark said. But that meant he wasn't kissing Bruce anymore, and Bruce wouldn't stand for that.

"Don't," was all he said, and pulled Clark back in for an open mouthed kiss. Somewhere off to the side, Bruce heard Kyle's laughing, and his saying: "How many Leaguers does it take to figure out Batman and Superman are in love with each other?"

"Four, man. Four!" Wally screamed. He threw his arms up and started pushing Kyle out of the room. "Uhh, we'll leave you guys to it I guess. Bye!" He quickly shut the door behind them.

"Thank Rao for mistletoe," Clark breathed above him.

Bruce smiled. "And for Wally West."

[stardew-otter]

I'm back bitches, who's ready for more chaos

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Shane: Yeah, I don’t like people.

Marnie: Oh, well, now that’s not fair, Shane. Have you met all of them?

Shane, taking a swig of beer: I’ve met enough of them. Bunch of assholes.

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Pierre: Damn, the power went out.

Abigail: Don’t worry, I got this.

Abigail: *stomps foot*

Pierre: What the hell are you doing???

Abigail: *Sketchers light up*

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Marnie, to Lewis: I'll be under the mistletoe when you start feeling desperate!

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Sam: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Sebastian: No, I said, "Sam, don't lick that swingset," and you said, "Don't tell me what to do," and licked the swingset.

Sam: Good times!

Sebastian: You were hospitalized for a week!!!

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Penny: Oh shoot!

Penny: Excuse my vulgarity.

Pam: I’ll let it slide.

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Shane: So my therapist was talking to me, and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.

Shane: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.

Shane: *looks at player through the screen* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism. You also need a better coping mechanism than this game. It's been 13 hours.

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Farmer: I don’t want to talk about it.

Shane: Good, I don’t wanna hear about it.

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Sebastian: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A.

Maru: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Sam: Fuck you.

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Harvey: What happened to your nose?

Alex: I used it to break some guy's fist.

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Sam: Did you bring Harvey?

Sebastian, gesturing to Maru: No, but I brought the next best thing. She's still qualified.

Sam: Maru? The next best thing would be Farmer.

Maru: I would be offended, but Farmer is freakishly strong and smart.

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Sebastian: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Farmer in Skull Caverns: All of a sudden, I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.

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Sebastian: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Maru: I'm aware of that.

Sebastian: But then you and I had some time together.

Maru: Uh-huh?

Sebastian: It did not get better.

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Haley: What’s up with Emily? They’ve been lying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Gus: They're just a little overwhelmed.

Haley: Why?

Gus: The Farmer gave her a new gem.

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Harvey: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Shane: Can't relate.

Sam: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

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Gus: One time I went to hand the Farmer a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Sam: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

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My brain is half dead

[kissedbyaphrodite]

What is Stiles Stilinski?

Okay so am I really gonna talk about a character from a show that ended in 2017 and was relatively mediocre with weird plotlines that sometimes went nowhere at all? Yes, yes I will. And am I really gonna talk about something that has been talked about multiple times by multiple people for multiple years and that is just now tired and worn down? Yes, yes I will.

Also, I will give credit to @anchoredtether , who made this post, which I will use also as a source for the points I will make here.

Glad we got that out of the way. Now let's go.

So, we all know the whole deal with Teen Wolf's Stiles Stilinski, teenager of Polish descent who has ADHD and anxiety, as well as both daddy and mommy issues, who uses sarcasm as a defence mechanism.

In the fandom there has been a very strong theory that Stiles is a magic user, ever since episode 8 in season 2, when Deaton tells Stiles he needs to be the spark

This is obviously just an analogy and means nothing, right? Wrong!. As pretty soon after, Stiles has to use Mountain ash to close a circle of mountain ash, yet before he can close it, he runs out of it, he even shows he has no more ash. Then, however, he closes his hand, and seems to almost will mountain ash into existence, since a small bit falls from his hand, managing to close the circle. After that, he breaks the circle without touching it.

Most of the theories regarding Stiles' status of a magic user/supernatural being stem from season two, since this season has many moments where he achieves the impossible. BUT, before I talk about that, I'll just talk a little about him pre-show.

So, Stiles had three childhood friends, Scott, Theo and Heather; he's also had a lifelong crush on Lydia. Out of these four people he seemed to be drawn to, Scott turned out to be a True Alpha, Theo was turned into a Chimera and Lydia was a banshee; I know it was all a coincidence and such, but even Stiles himself said "One time is an accident, two times is a tragedy, three times is a pattern". Meaning THIS cannot be just a simple coincidence.

Now yes, back to the show.

So, again, season two is where we begin to see the whole "Stiles may not be fully human" thing, not only with his scene with Deaton but also with a scene in "Abomination", in which Stiles (Who often reminds people he's the weakling human) manages to spend 2 hours holding Derek (An Alpha Werewolf who's extremely heavy) in a pool while Derek is completely paralysed (something that only professional coast guard swimmers can do) and even then, many times he just randomly pops out some inexplicable strength all throughout the show (Such as knocking over a vending machine, something that weighs around 400 pounds or even more)

In episode 10 of season 3 (The Overlooked) Cora Hale, a werewolf, is dying from mistletoe, yet Stiles manages to save her by giving her CPR, and she only revives after he gives her mouth to mouth. And in the finale, he gets into a car crash and develops a head injury, an injury which should absolutely render him either concussed or severely traumatised with vertigo and unable to do much at all; yet he somehow manages to run through a massive storm and try to find a cellar at night with no idea of its location save for a vague idea. Yet somehow, he managed to find the EXACT LOCATION he needed to find.

In that very same finale, once they rescue their parents, the cellar they're in starts to collapse, and Stiles, using an ALUMINIUM BAT manages to hold the whole structure up from collapsing. Which like, listen I get that aluminium bats are strong, but you cannot tell me they can do THAT.

Then, in season 3B, Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune, a dark kitsune. Now, his possession alone raised questions, because the Nogitsune possessed Stiles, the weak human of the pack, when he could've possessed hunters! He specifically targeted Stiles.

Obviously, the Nogitsune did seem to have powers, but he still was inside a human body, in this body he managed to somehow survive being electrocuted when Stiles was tased by Chris, managed to break metal cuffs without getting hurt, and he was also supposedly dying of frontlobal dementia, and is later completely fine, we are lead to believe that it's a trick by the Nogitsune but like, what if it wasn't? throughout this whole ordeal he also seems to lose the ability to read, yet later regains it (I seriously doubt that wasn't Stiles' willing himself to regain his skill).

In this part I will copy what anchoredtether said.

Stiles can suddenly hold down werewolves. Angry IED werewolves and spazzing werewolves dying from rare mistletoe, might I mention. Sure, Scott’s an alpha werewolf, but Liam is really strong, Derek has even mentioned that. Stiles shouldn’t have been able to hold him down. And again with Brett, Derek had very little werewolf strength at this point and Stiles was able to hold Brett down. He's also able to suddenly have control over shifted Malia who desperately wants to crush his bones? Malia clearly had no control over her shift, and he was able to influence her to shift out of it. (that’s something I’ve only seen Alphas do when they roar). There was a meta about this, but the way Stiles held the lacrosse stick from Coach while realising it was the weapon in the stab pictures, there should have been no way for him to keep holding it with only human strength. The only way Coach gets it back from Stiles’ grip is when Stiles is paying more attention to the pictures than the stick.

In "The Chemist", Stiles is being held at gunpoint by The Chemist, however, he is saved by rafael McCall, who shoots him in the head. anchoredtether talked about this scene in the same post I linked, and linked another post, made by @darachmoon explaining the argument, which I will link right here. Quoting anchoredtether:

Exit wounds are typically larger than entry wounds, and the wound on the Chemist’s forehead was bullet size, very precise. Another thing, is what McCall says later on in his testament:

“Having heard the perpetrator’s threat and countdown, I made visual confirmation of the barrel of the weapon pressed to the potential victim’s head. Determining the danger to be imminent, I felt no choice but to respond with the use of deadly force.”

There’s a few things up with this statement. A) McCall never saw the barrel of the gun. He couldn’t have if he was behind the Chemist and made that shot to kill him. It’s physically impossible, unless he somehow sidestepped to see the gun and then stepped back behind the Chemist to shoot him, which if that’s the case, Stiles would have seen him. B) He never says that he shot the Chemist. In a statement like that, you would say flat out that you shot the Chemist.

Which leads me to believe, with the additional conviction that the hole in the Chemist’s head is an entry wound and not an exit wound (and that there’s 10 bullets from McCall’s gun), is that McCall is leading them to believe he shot the Chemist to cover up the fact that it was actually Stiles

There's also a lot more I couldn't touch/Talk about, but anchoredtether's post is just soo good and amazing that it easily explains a lot, if not all, of the reasons behind this theory of Stiles being a magic user (Whether that's a witch, a spark or psychic)

Thank you for reading! And I hope you liked it!

[vampires-and-dhampirs]

Vampire Hunter D Holiday Week Day Five: Mistletoe

Tags: SFW, family friendly, wholesome family stuff, fluff, D x reader

The house is full with guests, family from afar and friends who had the time to just spend you all. Mostly a good time this year, more laughs than arguments, as it should be. You're happy that the noise flooding your ears is all good chatter and music. The fire place was burning in the main family room with the smell of marshmallows being burned and the decorated white spruce mixing together.

Being part of the hosting family, you were on the end of your most of the time, anxious something might go wrong or if someone needed something. Let's not forget the few kids running around with far too much energy for you to keep up with. There was a moment that your brain relaxed itself then you remembered to check on your newest guest. Where was D?, you wondered. He was the new person so he was swarmed by people at for short while. Then you realized there were 2 kids you hadn't seen for a little while too. Uh-oh, I hope he isn't getting harassed by the kids. You went off in search of them, They're probably bugging to high hell to be picked up or something.

You could hear the kiddos laughing in the next room and asking a bunch of silly questions; favorite color, favorite food, the coolest thing you've killed. The one being interrogated certainly had to be D. "BOO!" You startled the little ones and D of course had no reaction. "What are y'all doing in here?" One of the little kids was holding a giant marshmallow in their hand, "We were trying to inspect your boyfriend! Make sure he's good enough for you."

"Um... that's not necessary but thank you, I guess? But what's the marshmallow for?"

With the biggest smile your little cousin says, "To test his evilness, if he eats it and dies, it wasn't meant to be!" D didn't mind entertaining kids but it was clear he had reached his limit. The look on his face when he looked at you, he clearly needed saving from your little protectors. You assured them that he didn't need to be tested for anything, especially not with hot, sticky marshmallows in little baby hands. You managed to send one of them off back to join everyone else but one of them really wanted to walk D back.

Just before entering the family room, the little one made you not enter with them. They stopped with D in the entry way to the family room, you're little cousin started to put on a performance, "Oh look D we are under the mistletoe! We have to kiss now!!" They began to bat their eyes at him, it's usually how they got away with being spoiled by the family. As cute as they were, D was immune to it, he respected the effort though.

You tried to deter them, "Well he doesn't have too. You can ask nicely though."

Your cousin let out a sigh then asked in their most respectfully voice, "Can I have a kiss please?"

He knelt down to be at eye level with them. With his finger, he poked their forehead, "Mwah..."

"That doesn't count!" They pouted.

He replied, "It certainly does." They went off to go whine to their parents about it.

"Sorry you got trapped by them, love. At least you know they aren't scared of you or anything so that's nice."

"It wasn't too terrible. They both were still pretty behaved I think." D stood back up but leaned in towards you. He kissed you on the lips, "Got you."

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day - Day 4: Decorating the House with Jesse

A/N: I was going for wholesome, but there's SOMETHING about Jesse that just sets my soul on fire, so it's got a little kick to it.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive content.

“I think they should go by the door.” Jesse tells you, holding the stringed lights.

“And I think they should go here.” You grin, pointing to the archway in between the dining room and living room. “Please?”

“You think just because you bat those pretty eyes of yours that I’m gonna cave.” He tries to look away, smirking.

You walk up to him, batting your eyes at him for real, running your hands up his chest. He does his very best to not look down at you, and for an arc trooper, he truly is disciplined. Fortunately for you, you’re his biggest soft spot. This man rarely tells you no.

“Pleaaaase, Jess.” You pout your lip out for extra measure.

He glances down at you and sighs, immediately caving with a chuckle. “You are so spoiled, you know that, right?”

You laugh. “I know, but you made me this way.”

“You’re right. I’ve created a monster.” He playfully shakes his head.

The laughter comes easy between you and Jesse, which is nice. You met at 79s while you were working and he’d come in every time he was planetside. You normally didn’t give out your comm number, but there was something about Jesse. Especially with the way he’d always get you to smile or laugh. That was ten months ago, so this is your first Life Day together. You’re trying to go all out for Jesse. Decorating the tree, decorating the house, baking treats every night, the whole nine yards.

“The hooks should go there, there, and there.” You point out the spots to him and he presses the hooks against the wall so they’ll stick.

When he gets the lights up, rather quickly for a first time, you might add, you both stand there and admire it and the way it casts a soft glow over your dining room. He looks so pretty in this lighting, and you can’t seem to look away from him. Until you realize what would make the archway even more perfect.

“It’s missing something.” You smirk.

“What? How?” He looks down at you confused.

You go to the box of decor and pick up the mistletoe and hand it to Jesse.

“Clip this in the center of the lights so it hangs down.” You instruct him.

“What is this? Some sort of plant?” He asks, hanging it up anyway.

You laugh. “It’s called mistletoe. If you get caught standing next to someone under it, you have to kiss.”

“Well, in that case…” He practically drags you underneath the mistletoe, crushing his lips to yours.

You sigh with content, grateful for your lives together. How you went so long without this man, you don’t think you’ll ever care to know. All you know is, you’re going to try to give this man the best Life Day ever.

Jesse backs you up against the pillar of the archway, gripping your hips tightly.

“You keep asking me what I want for Life Day, but all I want for Life Day is you.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again.

He reaches down and picks you up so that you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel the hardness of his length pushing up against your warmth and you whimper into the kiss.

One of the best parts of Jesse being on leave is this. You can’t seem to get enough of each other. Ever. As soon as you wake up, you make love. You start cooking, you end up naked on the kitchen floor, or the dining room table, or against the wall, or in the shower.

And you’re definitely okay with it. More than, actually.

“Baby, we’ve barely been awake for three hours.” You giggle against his lips.

“Can’t help it that I absolutely crave you.” He moves his lips to your neck and you gasp when he lightly nips.

“We need to finish decorating… Because if you fuck me right now, I’m not going to be able to get out of the bed for the rest of the day.”

He chuckles darkly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, but alright. Just know… as soon as the last decoration gets put up, I’m ravishing the hell out of you right there by the tree. It’ll be more festive.”

It’s a promise, and you suddenly can’t wait to finish decorating.

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[skeletonpunching]

Buddy Daddies final character bios

The character bios on the website have been updated somewhat throughout the season, so my previous translations are slightly out of date. Now that the series is over, I figured I’d leave you with the final versions of the bios, all compiled in one place.

Kurusu Kazuki

28 years old, assassin

Birthday: 16th May

Voice actor: Toyonaga Toshiyuki

Lives with his colleague and buddy Rei, and looks after his daily needs. When working with Rei, his responsibilities are mostly arranging the contract, gathering intel in advance, and setting up the plan for execution. Excellent communication skills. Fond of women and gambling. Good at cooking and cleaning, and periodically chides Rei for his sloppy lifestyle. Was married in the past, and his wife was pregnant, but she died as a result of some shady business dealings. As penance for this, he sends part of his earnings to his wife’s younger sister, but she refuses to accept it.

Suwa Rei

25 years old, assassin

Birthday: 10th August

Voice actor: Uchiyama Koki

A man of few words. Usually doesn’t even bat an eye when Kazuki comes staggering home. Outstanding physical ability; at the top of the field in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. There is a drastic contrast between his ON (professional) and OFF (private) modes - at home, he just shuts himself in and plays games. Born into a large mob family, he received special assassin training from his father ever since his childhood. Unable to escape the conflicts in his family, he has no understanding of normal parent-child relationships.

Unasaka Miri

4 years old

Birthday: 8th November

Voice actor: Kino Hina

A truly lively, innocent girl who fears nothing. Showed up at a hotel in search of her father, and got caught up in a gunfight, but was rescued by Kazuki. Her father was a prominent human trafficker and a mafia boss; he was killed by Kazuki and Rei as one of their mission targets. Her mother was the boss’s lover. Miri’s favourite food is the hamburg steak her mother makes; she has no idea that she has been abandoned. An affectionate child, she calls Kazuki “Kazuki-papa”, and Rei “Rei-papa”.

Kugi Kyutaro

32 years old, cafe owner

Voice actor: Morikawa Toshiyuki

A go-between who coordinates jobs for Kazuki and Rei. Usually puts on a friendly demeanour as the owner of the cafe “Mistletoe”. Keenly perceptive, and remarkably well-informed. Knows a lot about Kazuki and Rei’s pasts, but for some reason, has never intervened, and keeps their relationship squarely within the limits of a business transaction. Generally acts like a kind older brother, but when a job goes wrong, will also readily discard all that to be completely businesslike. A reliable partner to Kazuki and Rei, but keeps them on their toes.

Ogino Ryo

Age unknown, assassin

Voice actor: Madono Mitsuaki

A killing machine who has murdered many people without a trace of emotion. He’s destroyed numerous organisations with his massive physique and overwhelming strength, and travels all over in search of work. Acquainted with Kyutaro. He is connected with the incident in which Kazuki’s wife died, but Kazuki is unaware of this.

Unasaka Misaki

34 years old, bar hostess and singer

Voice actor: Mori Nanako

Miri’s mother. After an affair with Miri’s father, who was a mafia boss, she had Miri as a single mother. Has bad luck with men, and leads a wild life.

Hanyu Anna

24 years old, daycare employee

Voice actor: Terui Haruka

A staff member at “Blue Sky Daycare”. Has a calm and gentle personality. The children call her “Anna-chan”. Not good at playing the piano.

Kurusu Yuzuko

25 years old at death

Voice actor: Ito Shizuka

Kazuki’s beloved wife. Passed away in an incident while pregnant.

Izumi Karin

22 years old, student

Voice actor: Hasegawa Ikumi

Yuzuko’s younger sister. Was sincerely delighted by her sister’s marriage to Kazuki. Plans to go abroad to study fashion in France.

Suwa Shigeki

Age unknown

Voice actor: Fuji Shinshu

Rei's father, and the boss of the organisation. Ever since Rei was a child, he drilled the techniques and mindset of an assassin into him. As head of the organisation, he shows no mercy even to family.

Kaji Satoru

40 years old

Voice actor: Kinoshita Hiroyuki

A member of the organisation. Taught Rei how to use firearms and handle missions.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Just a little ficlet I came up with to celebrate Christmas! And yes, all of the information mentioned in this fic is truthful to the best of my knowledge! [now on ao3!]

taglist: @accidental-spice @kanerallels @ouatnextgen @booksteaandtoomuchtv

"Um, actually..."

"Uh oh," Hope said with a smile as she walked across the room to her boyfriend.

"Something wrong?" Gideon asked.

"Not at all," Hope rested her elbow on his shoulder, despite how much taller he was. "You're under the mistletoe."

"Yeah?"

"So that means I have to kiss you." Hope said, booping his nose with her finger. "You know how those silly little traditions are."

"Not really," Gideon said. "In actuality, the earliest roots of the tradition only related to ladies standing under the mistletoe. There's no historical record of if anything happens at all if a gentleman does."

"You're really killing the moment here, Gid."

"And also, the tradition didn't even require the men to kiss women who found themsleves under the mistletoe, it just said the women aren't allowed to refuse if they do choose to kiss them."

Apparently, the time-honored Christmas tradition of using a decorative plant as an excuse to do something you wouldn't mind doing anyways was no match for the time-honored Gideon tradition of frustrating Hope's coquette advances with oblivious intelligence. This one needed a more direct approach.

"Well, would you refuse if I chose to kiss you, Gid?" She asked, with a playful batting of the eyes.

"Of course not." Gideon said, then looked down at her with a surprised smile. "Are you gonna kiss me, Hope?"

"If it'll get you to stop ruining perfectly fine holiday traditions with all your stupid facts."

"Well in that case," Gideon smiled in his own understanding of the assignment, "did you know that, despite being widely regarded as one of the most beloved Christmas carols, Joy to the World is not actually about Christmas?"

"Yeah," Hope said, stepping up on tiptoes so her nose brushed against his, "ones like that."

He leaned down just a bit, closing the distance between their lips and sealing it with a kiss.

Hope pulled away and saw a smug smile on Gideon's face.

"Jingle bells isn't technically a Christmas Carol either." He said. "It's about Thanksgiving."

Though Gideon didn't always get her hints, she understood his perfectly, and gave him another quick peck on the lips.

"You know," Gideon said, "by definition, a carol is a song where the choruses are sung in Latin, but the verses...."

Hope sighed and rolled her eyes. As much as she loved his rambling, she loved stopping him from rambling all the more, and her preferred method of doing so: she grabbed his collar and interrupted him, not with words, but with another kiss, this time one that lasted a little bit longer.

[wolvesbaned]

for that character prompt exercise (feel free to pick and choose lol): 7, 9, & 10 for Al; and/or 1, 3 & 8 for Lupa!

For Al I answered #7 here!

9. What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 

Christmas!! Al loves it a lot. She likes making presents for people if possible, she loves decorating, she loved her grandmas' and mom's cooking. she gets so into the Spirit of it. She used to create drawings and comics for her mom/cousins all the time as gifts! She would spend the morning at church, then with her whole family for the day afterwards, and though there was a tinge of sadness bc of her dad's death, Christmases were always core memories for her. her first glove and bat, first bike, the pair of glasses she really wanted--her mom would always splurge to get her what she really wanted bc she loved her so much, and so along with the good times she also remembers her mom that way. None of the other monsters really like Christmas but they come around to make an effort bc they're helplessly endeared to Al :']

(here u go. mistletoe sketch <3)

least favorite holiday is halloween bc of a Certain Traumatic Event (it's a spoiler!). it didn't always used to be bc as a child she hated the how loud fireworks were on the 4th of july and that soured it for her for a long time. she would eat her consolation hot dog under the bed covers and try and read comics with a flashlight.

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)

Baseball bat for. a weapon djkjf. her bandana obv. a med kit for the other monsters (it has a lot of bandaids). a million crumpled lists in her pockets of things to remember (that she forgets). on a carabiner: rubber bands or hair ties, mostly there to be fidgeted with; swiss army knife; key to her mom's old house in georgia. no wallet. you don't really need an ID if you can get away with starting an interaction w/ 'Be not afraid'.

1. What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

my girl Lupa loves beer. probablyyyy modelo. and presidente when she can get her hands on it. she doesn't really care how people perceive her taste. she can't drink it too much bc she went a little overboard in high school and so now she has just the perfect amount of high tolerance that makes her think Just One More Will be Fine (not only is this bad for her as a werewolf bc they have a generally lower alcohol tolerance but also she's a stupid sad drunk past her twenty minute fun stage. the thoughts don't stop running. oops!)

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Lupa really doesn't have disposable income until her late 30s so within the story i'm telling uhhh . probably the windbreaker she wears in the third season.

OH wait i remembered. she saves up a whole summer to get herself braces as a teenager bc she was super embarrassed abt her teeth and her parents couldn't afford and also refused to help her with it. she also saves up a good amount to apply to the colleges she wants to get into. that's it's own story.

Oh and I also answered #8 here!! i really like this answer too it's v in depth

[clubwnderland]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☃︎ 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

[25th December 2024]

After having returned back to Seoul, Jangmi only had one day to prepare all her gifts before Christmas Day arrived. She had one day to bake and wrap all the gifts, making sure everyone also got their little souvenirs that she had brought back from Greece.

It was a lot of preparation but of course, the hybrid managed to do everything with energy rejuvenated and heart filled up.

A knock on her door causes her attention to shift from putting the final touches on her Christmas tree, decorated with pictures in ornaments, to the visitor she knows is behind the door. Jongin and Channie had come around before they went away so there was only one other person who would be coming to see her on Christmas Day.

Someone she had been excited to see even though they've only spent a day apart.

"Alpha!" Jangmi opens the door and walks into his arms, being careful with the gifts he has. "Merry Christmas!" She smiles, leading him inside before rushing to the oven to pull out the last of her baking. Her entire kitchen is filled with cookies and cupcakes and gingerbread, icing galore and decoration messily scattered around. Placing the last of the cupcakes on the rack to cool, she takes off her apron and rushed over to Chan. "Sorry! It's a little messy in there! I hope the pack is hungry!" She giggles before taking a seat on the couch.

"Before we exchange presents," the hybrid reaches into a box she has beside the couch and pulls out a Christmas sweater that matches her own. "I made this for you! I made one for everyone! Look," she points to Whistler sleeping in his bed in his little sweater. "Can't take Christmas photos without matching sweaters."

She knows that she can be a little much, especially with the holidays; but seeing the way Chan is looking at her, that smile he wears that makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter, she knows he doesn't mind.

And if he did, he's never said it.

Photos are taken and a kiss under the fake mistletoe is had before they finally get around to opening the presents. He had to remind her that he did need to pop around and see other people even if he did want to spend the whole day with her.

Oh, how could she forget? Caught up in her little world with him.

The first gift was a cute little pick holder, something Jangmi had made herself at pottery class. "You can also use it for your keys! I know you have picks in your studio at home and they are so small and get misplaced easily! Now you have somewhere to put them!" She giggles as if it is the smartest gift in the world. The guitar holders were something she had seen at a music shop and bought the right amount for Chan. "I thought, maybe, you could use these for your guitars? Aren't they cute?!"

The final gift wasn't anything fancy, it was simply something that happens to follow the tradition Jangmi has with her seashell collection. "I saw this at a store in Athens. It's a wind chime! It goes perfectly with your bracelets! Now whenever you see it or hear it, you'll remember our holiday!"

A holiday that she'll always remember thanks to him.

When Chan had left, a hug being held on for a little longer than needed, Jangmi returns to the kitchen to finish up the other Christmas treats before her second guest arrived. By guest, she means the God that she's roped into house sitting with her and will be the poor sucker to sit through Christmas movies like he did last year.

Except this year, they'll be doing it in Irene and Chris' house since they are away and pets need looking after.

By the time Doom arrived, everything was packed and ready. Her presents for him neatly wrapped, the baking she had done for him all boxed up and ready, and Whistler is tucked into her arms. "Where is your bag?" She asks, noticing it is just him and nothing else, "Doom! I said we are staying there!"

She wonders if batting her eyes and pouting at him will convince him to stay with her tonight so she grabs his hand, the difference in size strikingly obvious and does exactly that. "Please don't make me stay there alone~"

Once they are finally at the house, Irene having decorated it before they left so that Jangmi could still enjoy the festivities, she begins taking up the space. Whistler needs to get used to the cats, Doom needs to stop scaring Spartan and Jangmi — well, she needs to process everything.

"Doomie!" She calls out his nickname she's given him, using it only when they are alone because she says it makes him seem less scary — though, she's not scared of him at all. "Time to open up the presents!!"

"First, open this one." She places the large Christmas sweater, all wrapped up, on his lap with a smile and waits for him to put it on. Even if it takes a little convincing, she is determined to have them both wearing their matching sweaters. She made one for everyone for a reason!

The box she gives Doom afterwards is a small little jewellery box with a neat little bow on top. Her tail wraps around her as her ears flatten on her head in anticipation. Everyone else Jangmi can figure out, she knows the perfect gift for them but for the God, it's a lot harder because what do you get someone who doesn't care for anything? Inside are a pair of ruby cufflinks set in silver and adorned with diamonds, an elegant set that she thought matched him.

"A gentleman should always have a good pair of cufflinks, I once got told." She smiles softly at him, "and I don't remember you having some so... Merry Christmas, Doomie." She leans over and kisses his cheek, hoping he likes them.

— @moonlightchn Chan & @doom-bc

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 29 - Steve ("regenerating")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

It's annoying not having the Eorzea gathering data in our journals.  We don't exactly need it in this world, but looking up where something was found in Eorzea would give us an idea of where we should look for it here.

Fortunately there's a couple good-sized FF14 wikis out there, so we can look stuff up any time we have internet.  Which isn't Middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma, so we need to do research before we go out.

(Random find on Reddit: "Final Fantasy 14 Surpasses 24 Million Players, Becomes Most Profitable Final Fantasy Game In the Series".  The mythic realm theory gains credence.)

I showed Tsu'na the sites as I looked up ash and elm.  Both are found in the Central Shroud, which is a mix of stuff...hills and cliffs and streams and lakes and swamp and chocobo meadow and a barren rocky patch with a cavern.  Nothing with that kind of variety around Wyatt, but northeast of Tulsa is near the edge of the Ozarks.  Maps I could find online suggest we might find all that there, minus the chocobos.

It was a bit cooler there.  Good for keeping each other warm in the tent.  Also not as taxing when we got down to the actual harvesting during the day.  It didn't take long to find nodes for ash, along with chanterelle, which is used to make potions.  The elm nodes weren't very far away, but instead of the tinolqa mistletoe we'd normally find with it, there was tulsa mistletoe.  That might not work for ether...but then, we don't have imp wing either.  Not counting on bat wing working as a substitute, but we can only try.

We harvested a goodly amount of both kinds of wood.  And since harvesting is a pretty mindless activity, it made for conversation.

"So how was your first night as a bouncer?"

"I think it went well.  I only threw one person.  The rest behaved."

"Cool.  Though they may need to learn to relax around you now.  Did you get to know them?"

"The only one I talked to was the one I threw.  He touched me more than I wanted."

"How much was that?"

"At all."

"Gotcha.  Yeah, a female bouncer may need a different dynamic."

"Is bouncing the best use of our skills, Husband?"

"Define 'best'.  If you mean what will bring in the most money, no.  We could do better with a fight club."

"What is a fight club?"

"Like an arena.  There's professional fight clubs and fighting championships, but the big-name ones would take ID, and we'd get a lot more publicity than we probably want right now.  But there's also private ones.  They range from bunch o' guys in a parking lot to some basement room somewhere.  Those aren't legal, which means they pay in cash."

"Who pays?"

"I think for the parking lot it's more of a duel...each fighter puts up his bet.  For the private rooms there'll be someone taking bets on both fighters and paying the winner out of the house winnings."

"What are the rules?"

"For private fights there might not be any.  That's why they're illegal."

She chopped for a while in silence as she considered this. "We are stronger than the people in this world."

"Far as I can tell."

"So this fighting should be easy."

"If anything, it might be hard to not kill them by accident."

"Not killing them is a rule?"

"Not necessarily in the illegal ones.  Even in the legal ones it happens sometimes.  But we should probably try not to."

"Losers get nothing?"

"In the legal ones both fighters get something, and I think the winner gets a bonus.  Not sure about the illegal ones."

"It must be awkward coming back for one's pay after being sent home."

"Sent home?"

"Regenerating at their home point."

I stopped chopping.  Right.  We hadn't had this conversation yet.  We really should have.

"Um.  Earth people don't regenerate."

She stopped chopping.

"...What?"

"Earth people don't regenerate.  They don't have home points."

She stared at me. "What happens when they die?"

"They're dead.  They're gone."

"They return to the aether?"

"I suppose that's possible."

"You do not know?"

"Different religions claim different things.  We don't...have...I am not aware of there being an actual expert on the subject."

"What about NPCs?"

"There are no NPCs."

"No NPCs?  At all?"

"No.  Any person you see is a unique individual, with a name and parents and everything.  Who, if they die, will stay dead."

The next question was obvious.  She didn't want to ask it.  For that matter, neither did I.  It took her a moment to make herself do so.

"What about us?"

"Well, we have a home point, so we will hopefully regenerate there."

"Hopefully."

"Yes."

"You do not know."

"No."

Her eyes lost focus.  She sat down slowly on the leaf-covered ground.  She stared at the hatchet in her hands as if she had no idea what it was.

I holstered my hatchet and sat down beside her.  I put my arm around her shoulders.  She didn't move.

In time she quietly asked, "How long have you known this?"

"People here tend to learn about death kind of young.  They're usually told about what their parents' religion says.  People generally try not to think about it too much."

"You thought about it in Eorzea, did you not?  You were so afraid at first, so careful.  Until the first time you died.  Then you were...I thought you were reckless."

"I was kinda blown away by coming back from death."

She raised her eyes to look at me. "But things are different now.  We are Earth people now."

"I don't think we really are.  You know how fast we heal...Earth people don't heal that fast.  And we can Return.  And we have our skills and our inventory.  I don't think we're normal Earth people."

"But you do not know."

"No.  I don't know."

"Why did you not tell me sooner?"

"Honestly, I didn't think about it.  Earth people try not to think about death."

"I could have lost you.  I could still lose you."

I brushed my lips against her hair. "And I could lose you."

We sat quietly for a while, heads together.  There was a pit in my stomach that I could not decide was new or not...it might have been a background worry I'd had for a while, especially the first time I saw Tsu'na use Return.  As for her, she might never have had to think about death seriously before now, certainly not after her first attunement.

After a bit she reached up toward her chest and grasped something.  She held out her hand in front of us, showing a glowing orange crystal.  "I still have Hydaelyn's gift, Husband.  Do you?"

I'd forgotten about it.  It's not in my inventory.  I hardly ever thought of it except when the story demanded it.  I didn't know where it was, if I still had it.  But I followed her example, raised a hand to my chest and tried to grab something that wasn't there...and it was.  A matching crystal.

"I think we will be all right."

"Willing to believe that.  But let's not try to find out too soon, okay?"

She nestled against me. "What would you do if you lost me?"

"I'd want to burn the world."

"You would make Earth my funeral pyre?"

"Yeah.  And if that wasn't enough I'd find another world and burn it too."

She sighed. "If I lost you, I would want to kill anyone who dared to be more happy than me."

"Tears and lamentations for all?"

"Yes.  I would raise an army of the sad."

"For the sake of the world, let's try not to die."

"Let us drink to that."  She produced a bottle of cider. "I got these after bouncing.  They stay cold in inventory."

"Cool.  Did you bring an opener?"

She started laughing.  Softly at first, then harder.  I held her as she laughed way past the point of it being funny.  When the laughter subsided I released her, switched to Paladin, and used the edge of a gauntlet scale to peel back the bottle cap.

"That is clever.  I shall remember that."

"Or you can pack an opener."

"I will pack an opener."  She took a long sip and handed the bottle to me.  Her eyes wandered over the woods around us. "Do we have enough wood?  I think I would like to return to the tent."

We spent a long time simply clinging to each other.  The crystal was reassuring; if we still had that piece of Eorzea, we probably had the regeneration piece too.  But I still never want to lose her, and I didn't want to be even an inch away from her right then.

[yourmomxx]

Jason Todd / Red Hood anxious to get you under the mistletoe cause he is in love with you so bad and doesn't know what to do because he is afraid to scare you away if he confess

loving this request right now - I hope you like how it turned out!

Word Count: 2,2k

Warnings: none, 13+

A/N: author was stuck deep in a writer’s block while doing this, so if you don’t like it lmk and I’ll redo it for you <3

You loved Christmas. Even more than every other holiday. That was a fact that everyone knew, because every year you made it everyone’s problem.

Not that they minded, you were sweet about it. Like when you started singing Christmas songs in mid November.

Or when you took Tim to a Christmas market to help him get his mind off his exams.

Yes, christmas was your favorite time of the year. And gift giving was your specialty.

Though, this year you had decided you needed to be extra careful with gift shopping than usual. Because you had a plan.

See, there was this guy you had a crush on, his name was Jason Todd.

You and him had been friends for a long time, you were even good with his family and invited to all their gatherings. So, naturally, you spent Christmas with them, too.

And this year, you had told yourself, you were going to tell Jason how you really felt about him. What better reason than the most romantic time of the year?

You were going to pull him aside while everyone was busy with the presents, you were going to give him his and then you were going to tell him you loved him.

And nothing could go wrong. Unless he rejected you. But you were secure that your friendship would survive it if your feelings were unrequited. Until then you could just hope they were not.

You took a deep breath and stepped outside into the snowy landscape to go for a walk. There were still some things to do before you had to be at Wayne Manor.

Back in an upstairs apartment in Gotham City, shielded from the snow and cold temperatures, Jason Todd was standing in the kitchen and stuffing a turkey for the upcoming Christmas dinner, while his brothers Tim Drake and Duke Thomas were draped across the sofa, taunting him.

Because they didn’t have much better to do.

Duke had his legs crossed and batted his eyelashes as he spoke in an over dramatic female voice: “Oh, Jason, you have such beautiful and strong arms I’m sure they would be great at picking me up and carrying me into the sunset!”

Cue Tim in a deep voice: “Oh now but Y/N, I can’t do that, because I’m way too scared that you’ll reject me when I tell you my real feelings!”

“I don’t sound like that,” Jason grumbled.

Tim scoffed. “You wish.”

“I’m gonna get my gun.”

“Relax Jay were just teasing you.” Tim lifted up his hands in surrender.

“Seriously it’s mistletoe-time, man,” Duke said, “They’re everywhere. Just … take them under one and kiss them. It ain’t that hard.”

“I will in fact not do that.”

“Why not?”

Jason put some spices away and wiped his hands at the dish towel hanging at his waist. “Because. It could ruin the entire friendship we have if they don’t like it, and even if, just kissing someone like that is super unromantic.”

But the truth was that Jason was scared. Yes, him, Jason Todd, and in his mind it was absolutely ridiculous. He had died and come back to life, he was a vigilante at night, he had fought the Batman himself.

And yet, what made his hands shake and heart beat faster was the thought of kissing you under a mistletoe. What made his jaw clench was the thought of someone else getting to you before he did.

And that, in his mind, was ridiculous.

Duke threw his head back and groaned. “Oh come on, you big baby. You don’t have much of a choice here anymore. I want a mom, and Bruce sure as hell isn’t gonna get on with Selina soon, so you and Y/N are my next best choice.”

“Y/N does make amazing PB&J’s,” Tim agreed.

“Silence, both of you. Or I will tell Santa that you don’t deserve your presents.”

Tim grinned. “Ha, nice try, asshole. I stopped believing in Santa when I was six.”

“That’s when everyone starts believing in Santa,” Duke said.

“Yes because you all fall victim to parent’s mind control and illusion. Couldn’t be me, suckers.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “How mature you are.” He opened the oven and carefully put the roaster inside. ”Well then, come on, you two heroes of Gotham. This turkey needs some time in the oven and I-“ He picked up his keys “-still need a few presents.”

Duke jumped up and rubbed his hands together in excitement. “Ooh, last-minute Christmas shopping. This is a Hallmark movie.”

“Shut up and put on some shoes.”

—

That night, at Wayne Manor, Christmas was in full swing.

From ornate chandeliers (thanks in no small part to you) to landscape art made out of fake snow on the huge windows.

The entire building smelled of cinnamon and tangerines, and small loudspeakers in the corners softly played Silent Night.

It was shortly after the huge feast together, the whole family and unofficial family members were invited.

Jason had brought his ready-made turkey, Steph brought hilariously decorated Christmas cookies, Dick and Barbara brought the appetizers.

Now everyone had gathered in the living room, in which stood the huge Christmas tree (and I mean massive, department store size), decorated in dark red and gold.

Bruce, wearing an elegant black tux, stood up, holding a glass in his hand and carefully clinking a spoon against it to get everyone's attention.

When silence fell, he raised the glass.

"My dear friends, relatives," he said, "It is my pleasure to welcome you here today. Christmas is the festival of joy, love and gratitude, and I want to thank you. For the good times we have spent together - day and night - and for always being able to count on your support when I need it." He held up his glass solemnly. "I wish Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you!"

"Merry Christmas!" It rang out in several voices, and glasses were raised and toasted everywhere.

Jason pushed past Stephanie and stood next to you.

"Merry Christmas," he said in your ear. His breath tickled your neck.

"Merry Christmas," you said back.

He looked up and down at you and you felt your heart start beating faster.

Then he grinned and leaned closer to you. "You look amazing today. Red really is your color."

Your breath caught in your throat and you looked up at him.

“Thanks,” you breathed out. You didn’t trust your voice to do much more.

He stayed focused on you for a second, dark blue eyes reflecting the light of the Christmas tree, when suddenly, the door bell rang and you winced, startled.

“That has to be the carol singers, Master Wayne,” you heard Alfred say and Bruce nodded.

“Well then, we’ll greet them. In the meanwhile, behave until we get back.” He threw a look around until he finally turned and disappeared, Alfred in tow. Cassandra also chose to join them.

Shortly after were previously interrupted conversations resumed until the babble of voices surpassed anyone's senses.

You decided that now was the best time to go through with your plan.

“Jason,” you said, slightly tugging at his jacket to get his attention.

“Hm?” “Can we talk for a second?” You asked him. “We are talking.” “You know what I mean.”

He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but gave in. A hand resting on your upper back, he guided you through the crowd until you found a small corner where no one was standing. Carefully, you put your glass down and Jason did the same. Then he raised his arms in defense.

“Look, whatever I did, I deeply apologize for it, but first of all, I didn’t suggest to cook Damian’s turkey, that was Tim.”

Now it was on you to be confused. “Jason, this is not this kind of talk.”

He visibly relaxed. “Oh.” He pursed his lips and chuckled awkwardly. “For a second there you had me worried.”

You smiled softly at him. “No, I just- I wanted to give you your present. You know, in private, so it’s more… private.”

Your heart was almost jumping out of your chest at this point. You were blabbering and stuttering before him as if you hadn’t gone through this monologue at least three times alone at home.

So get it together.

You took a deep breath and pulled out a small, wrapped present, handing it to Jason.

“Merry Christmas, Jay.”

He glanced first at the package in his hands, then at you, before slowly pulling the wrapping paper off and revealing an oblong black box.

You watched him as he pulled off the lid and took out what was laying on a red fabric pillow.

It was a quill, polished black with subtle gold decorations twining around the handle.

Jason wide-eyed the object in his grasp.

“I know you like to write,” you said. “I mean, you don’t have much time to do it, of course, but I know you like it. So, I thought you would like this. I know it’s not much and it’s actually pretty small now that I think about it-”

“I love it.” He interrupted you and looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” Jason quickly put the quill aside and swiftly pulled you into a warm hug.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and breathed in his scent of old cedar wood and whiskey and gunpowder.

“You’re welcome,” you murmured when you pulled apart. Jason’s armes remained wrapped around your waist and he was still remarkably close to you.

You could’ve counted the small freckles littered across his face. Just like before, his eyes went up and down your body. You felt your cheeks grow hot.

“Did I tell you that you look absolutely beautiful tonight?” He asked in a low voice.

You but your lip and nodded. “Yes you did,” you whispered.

His eyes were staring deeply into yours and for a moment, you felt you forgot what breathing was like.

Suddenly, the two of you heard a rustle above you and Jason looked up, coming face to face with something green.

He pointed above him. “Mistletoe.”

“But we’re not under any- “Jason cut you off by pulling you towards him and clashing your lips together with his. You let out a surprised noise but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

And it felt good. You felt excitement in your stomach, spreading through your entire body at the feeling of Jason’s warm, soft lips moving slowly against your own.

When you pulled apart, Jason leaned his forehead carefully against yours.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you whispered back, biting back a smile.

From above you, you heard slow clapping. Holding the mistletoe, sitting on Dick’s shoulders was Tim, with a grin on his face.

“They did it, people!” Dick yelled. “Only took them a reason to make out.” He leaned a bit closer to Jason. “You know we have like three guest rooms, so this is now an official invitation to- ow!”

Jason shoved him away and he tumbled back, making Tim almost crash into the Christmas decoration hanging from a chandelier.

“Just gonna have to hang a mistletoe over a bed, too.”

When the man in your arms turned back at you, you were still smiling at him from ear to ear.

“I apologize for this,” he said. “You know how they can be-”

This time, he was cut off by you kissing him and was more than happy to oblige. You felt his shoulders relax as his lips moved against yours slowly.

He bit at your lower lip and slid his tongue into your mouth. You pulled him closer by his neck and tangled your hands into his hair, softly pulling at the black strands-

“Excuse me!” The distinct voice of Duke Thomas interrupted your kiss. “There are children present.” As if to make a point, he took his hand off the eyes of a scolding Damian who was sitting on the floor.

“Animals,” he whispered. Duke nodded.

“So are you guys like together now?” Steph asked and collected a punch to the arm from Duke.

“Ow! What? It’s the question we all want to know!”

“Look at them!” Duke’s eyes were wide as he gestured in your direction. “They just made out under a mistletoe in the middle of our living room, the poor guys don’t even know their own names, how can they know if they are in an established. Relationship?”

Jason pulled his eyes away from his siblings and locked them on you. “I don’t know. Are we together now?” He asked. You smiled.

“Yes I think we are.”

“Like, with hand holding and going on dates and all?” Damian didn’t seem all too excited.

“Are we together with hand holding and going on dates and all?”

Jason grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “I’d love that.”

“I’d love that, too.”

Squeezing into the room and coming to a halt in front of you, Dick clasped his hands together and wiped a fake tear. “Oh, young love.”

You two ignored him and Jason pulled you swiftly into his warm side. “Best Christmas present ever,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Wait until you get to unwrap it,” you murmured to him.

“Children, people!” Duke screeched, “Children!”