#the prompt was chocolate

[enemyoflactose]

Occultshipping for @mirpuzzle I hope you like it 🥺 I did my best 🩷🩷🩷

Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching, in fact it was tomorrow, and for someone like “Ghost” Kotsuzaka, this wasn’t a good thing.

For the life of him, Ghost couldn’t figure out what kind of gift he should bestow upon the greatest person and bestest duelist he'd ever met, Yami Bakura.

And it couldn’t just be any gift either, it had to be something so special, so amazing, and so, so fantastic that surely, just surely Bakura would maybe possibly reciprocate Ghost’s romant- FRIENDSHIP!!! Friendship feelings!

His feelings were platonic! Not romantic. Not romantic at all. They were friends.

Obviously they were friends. BEST friends. They hung out at arcades and graveyards, they had nicknames for each other, and they spent so much time at one another’s place that Bakura considered Ghost’s apartment his second home.

Their friendship was so good in fact, that on Valentine's Day, Ghost thought it was necessary to give Bakura a Little gift. Because they were friends, not because Ghost was attracted to him in any kind of romantic way.

Not at all.

Besides, there was no way Bakura would ever find him attractive. Not that that mattered. Because it didn't.

Deciding it was time to actually think about Bakura’s gift and not his own insecurities for once, Ghost thought of two options: 1. Ask Bakura directly what he wanted. 2. Just guess.

Both of those had their issues. Asking Bakura directly what he'd like when Valentine's Day was tomorrow would seem disrespectful and make it seem like he was just doing it last minute because he'd forgotten, and not just had no clue what to buy for his platonic companion. Guessing had the problem of getting something that Bakura didn't like at all, and that would seem like Ghost wasn't paying attention to his friend's interests.

Feeling very anxious about this conundrum, Ghost tried to remember everything that Bakura had said he liked that would make for a good gift.

Snakes? No, pets weren't allowed in his apartment. More dice? No, that would seem lazy. A Umineko Beatrice figure? No way! That thing was way too expensive! Chocolate? That was so conventio- wait a second.

Bakura did like something that was not only chocolatey and unconventional, but would also seem like it had genuine thought put in if used as a gift.

Ghost quickly grabbed his wallet, threw on his coat, and ran out of his apartment towards that one bakery that Bakura had mentioned in passing was his favorite.

This bakery was kind of on the nicer side and sold a variety of European pastries and desserts. What Ghost was looking for was a croissant. A chocolate filled croissant.

Anyone who had even bothered to get to know Bakura closer than thinking of him as “that creepy white guy” knew that Bakura absolutely loves chocolate filled croissants. And anyone who knew Bakura closely, would also be bound to know that this was a gift he would really like.

What made this gift idea even greater, was that the bakery had just opened, the croissants were fresh, and he could actually afford one! Wait, not just one, but two croissants! So Bakura will end up getting the two presents instead of just one! He'll be so happy!

This day just couldn't get any better!

Except, it could. But only if Bakura not only likes his gift, but maybe gives him a kiss… Ghost quickly shook that thought from his head.

NO! No no no! Not a kiss! Not a kiss at all! He didn't want any kisses from him! He just wanted to, um, eat chocolate with Bakura?

Yeah. Yeah that's it. Eat chocolate. Because Valentine's Day.

Ghost decided to walk faster so he gets to his friend's apartment as soon as possible, and to focus on literally anything other than the complete NOT fact that he maybe sorta possibly kind of liked Bakura in a romantic way…

On second thought, maybe he should just go home. He'd give Bakura the croissants tomorrow, on the actual day.

“Hoi! Ko-chan!” The sudden holler of a very familiar voice rang through the morning air, and stopped Ghost in his tracks.

He slowly turned around and was met face to face with none other than, “Occult-nii…”

That was becoming the usual way they'd greet each other lately. Bakura would pop up out of nowhere and Ghost would whimper out his nickname. After only a few days of this, Bakura had become irritated with it.

“What's wrong? You sound pathetic.”

“N-nothing,” God, “ I was just getting, um something to eat,” he really did sound pathetic.

“At Madolche? Bit expensive is it not?” his pretty, bright red eyes bore right through him, staring into his very soul.

Before Ghost knew it, the bag with those croissants was snatched from his hands and held up in front of Bakura's face.

“Hey! Occult-nii! Give that back!” He reached for his croissants, but they were hoisted up further into the air. Far out of his reach.

“Nah. I've decided that since you had the audacity to go to Madolche without me, you have to share your treats.”

“But-” he was cut off.

“What'd you get anyway?” Bakura grabbed Ghost's hand and began walking.

“Well, I uh, where are we going?” He was just trying to change the subject. For some reason.

“My place. Roo-sama has school and I wanted to play with you. What'd you get from Madolche?”

Ghost didn't answer that question. He just looked down and tried to keep up with his friend.

Bakura didn't like this at all. This was evident in the fact that he started to walk even faster, causing him to drag the other.

“H-Hey! Wait- slow down!” At this point, Ghost was starting to trip a little.

“No. We're almost there anyway.”

“C’mon! Please? I'll tell you what I got!”

“Too late! And since you wouldn't tell me before, I'll just take all of your treats as compensation.” He smirked after saying that, then picked Ghost up to hold him to his shoulder.

“Gah! Occult-nii! Put me down!”

“No. You're too slow, we'll get to my place faster this way.” Ghost let out a huff, but wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, “besides, I have a gift for you at my place. I'd like you to have it now since I have to work an extra shift tomorrow.”

What? Bakura had gotten him a gift for Valentine's Day? Well, that certainly made things a lot less awkward.

“Ah, well I got you a gift too, but some white haired ass hat stole it from me before I could give it to you.” Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. What had he been so nervous about?

Said ass hat chuckled and said, “That's not good. I'm sure I would've enjoyed it.”

Bakura kept walking until they reached his apartment, and upon entering, he set Ghost on the ground and went to his room.

“Wait here,” he said, “I'm getting your present.”

Ghost did just that. He waited in front of the door where he'd been left, he did however take his shoes off. Bakura had said he wanted to play, so it was probably going to be another overnight stay.

“Hoi! Ko-chan! Come here, the bag ripped!” Bakura called from his room.

Ghost went to the room to see that Bakura was currently sitting on the ground with a plastic bag in front of him and an irritated look on his face. Chocolate was scattered everywhere on the ground, but the bag was somehow still mostly full.

“How much did chocolate you buy that it weighed until the bag ripped?” He got glared at.

“I didn't know what kind of chocolate you liked, so I took them all,” he explained, “the bag didn't tear on my way back, so I didn't think that'd be an issue.”

Sitting down next to Bakura, Ghost cuddled up to his side and took a piece of chocolate. It was white chocolate in the shape of a bite sized rabbit head.

“Aw, I feel bad about eating this one.” He expressed.

“Why? It's chocolate, it'll taste good.”

Ghost held the chocolate rabbit up to Bakura's face, “Because it looks just like you.”

Bakura blushed, and then ate the rabbit out of his hand.

“Hey! Occult-nii!”

“You're missing out, that tasted fantastic.”

“Yeah yeah. I would have if you didn't take it, now eat your gift before I do.”

Bakura scoffed, but grabbed the to-go bag. He opened it, and his eyes sparkled. He snatched up a croissant and immediately started eating it.

He muffled out a ‘thank you’, but it sounded more like ‘Hanhk yough’.

“No problem,” Ghost said, then thought for a bit, “hey, since you took one of my chocolates, I think I should get a bite of your croissant.”

As soon as he had finished that sentence, Bakura had already finished the first croissant and was just about to take a bite out of the second one. He looked at Ghost, then tore off a piece of the pastry and held it in front of his face.

“Say ‘ah’~” Immediately, Ghost got flustered.

“W-what?” He tried to move back, but his head was grabbed and he was forced to sit still.

“Say ‘ah’ right now.” Bakura said in a mock command.

Ghost struggled for a second, reluctantly opened his mouth, he didn't say ‘ah’ though.

The croissant piece was placed on his tongue. And for a split second, as he began to eat the pastry, that moment between them was… incredible.

Until Bakura decided it was a good idea to run his thumb across Ghost’s bottom lip the moment his mouth closed.

That made it a little weird.

Ghost swallowed the croissant, and shied away from his friend. He was yet again quickly grabbed, by the shoulders this time, and made to stay put.

“Stop being so shy around me,” Bakura demanded, “I wanna tell you something.”

“Y-yeah?” He couldn't stop stuttering.

Bakura smiled and then kissed him. He kissed Ghost. Right on the mouth.

It wasn't a very long kiss, it was short, but sweet, and just barely a step above being a peck. But a kiss was still a kiss.

“We’re dating now. There's nothing you can do about it.”

[emacrow]

The meeting of Gods and Goddesses around a large stone table watching, with Shazam easedropping.

Warning may include death of a child, please be advise.

"How could this have possible had occurred?!?!"

"I thought Hades made sure the bones of Kronos could never had been recovered?!?"

"..."

"Hades..?" Persephone said softly, holding Hades's tightly gripped fist on the table. Hades remained quiet, his face remained unchanged from the grumpy ticked off look that he held while among the other Gods and Goddess who glare or glance at him.

"It's not my fault that Ceberus was throwing up due to indigestion, Blame Cupid over there for sending me white chocolates skulls instead of Bitter chocolate when he knew I hate despised them." Hades stated placing his other hand onto Persephone's hand, caressing it softly.

Poseiden can admit it was a valid accused, but it was beginning to get a bit unnerving to see Zeus so quiet yet Angry with how intense he was glaring at the clear vision from the Shazam's host seeing Kronos and the godling babe while the other gods accused one another.

He look at the babe then back at angered Zeus, then glance back before a sudden realization hit him faster then a tsunami..

"You're not the youngest anymore.. now aren't you?" Poseiden blurted out loud causing every one at the table to Freeze, Zeus stiffen as the very clouds surrounding underneath their table rumbled with Lightening..

"How Dare You!?!"

Zeus growled menacingly summoning his prized lightening bolt in his hand before he can continue speaking, his temper nearly boiling.

"Well, he does have a point.. that babe reminded me vaguely of the corpse that was founded in Kronos's stomach.. but I thought it was because the babe was already dead as the soul was already gone due to how crowded it was in there." Hades commented, looking as though he was remembering a distant past..

"It should had stay dead where I had found it!" Zeus snapped at Hades before his eyes widen, covering his mouth quickly as the a kept secret had slipped out.

The Gods and Goddesses were stunned at the sudden secret revealed. If Zeus was not the youngest, then does that mean the godling babe shown before them was the one supposed to rules them?

"What happened on that day, Zeus?" Hera said softly as to tried to calm Zeus's nerves.

Zeus gritted his teeth before he close his eyes, ans sighed, seeing how everyone will only pursue the truth more later.

"It was after I pulled you all out of Father's stomach, only then I saw that there was a extra one sleeping unborn seemingly looking stillborn with a cord wrapped around, nested underneath Father's heart, I was about to grabbed it and pull it out as well, but then..it shifted as it was some kind of modern glitch, a girl one second, a boy a second after, black hair flash to white hair and back, before I saw it's eyes. It's eyes look inhumane Green and more souless then the titans. I realized that it was the youngest and not I... I was already enraged at the point of the prophecy wasn't about me before I even knew what I had done. I had snapped it's neck just as it was about to take it first breath and pulled it out of him, Father knew what I had done the moment the babe fell out lifeless and that was when he becomes truly descented into madness." Zeus said with his hands tighten into fists as he look like he was reliving a memory.

Part 4 << >> Part 6

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of going for Tim, Jason goes for the easiest way to utterly destroy his Replacement and kidnaps his civilian boyfriend to demonstrate just how easy it is to lose something (or someone) you love in this line of work.

And while the whole “make the Replacement beg” part of the plan is going amazing…. Jason really didn’t plan the whole “keeping a conspiracy theorist teenager hostage” through to the end.

Bernard just wants to know what the new crime lord’s deal with Robin is. And why— and how— exactly he’s supposed to be a bargaining chip when he can count the times he met Robin on one hand. oh! and could someone maybe tell his boyfriend, Tim, that he’ll be late for their coffee date on Tuesday?

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #14

"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.

"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.

Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.

Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".

"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.

"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.

"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."

"No, I suppose you didn't."

"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"

Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."

"What do you—"

"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"

"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."

Jack's face falls.

"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."

"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"

"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"

"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.

"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.

"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."

Danny glances at Vlad.

"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.

--

The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.

"You should've told me," Danny growls.

"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"

Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.

"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."

Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.

"Which is?" Danny asks.

"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."

"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."

"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."

"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"

"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."

"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.

"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"

"Jesus, Vlad,"

"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."

"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"

Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."

With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.

"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.

Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.

"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."

Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.

"He won't."

"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."

"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.

"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"

"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."

"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"

--

"You're going to leave my family alone."

"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.

"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."

"Danny...why don't you come inside?"

Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."

Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.

"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."

"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."

"Danny..."

"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."

"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.

"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."

"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.

"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"

"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."

Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.

"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"

"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."

"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"

"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.

"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"

"Danny. I..."

"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."

"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."

"Overstepping already."

"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."

"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"It's done."

"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Hot Daddy

Prompt Day 23: Hot Chocolate | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Use of "Daddy" | Tags: AU, Meet Cute, Single Dad Steve, Platonic Stobin

"Hot chocolate?" 

Eddie's startled from his thoughts, looking to see where the unexpected question came from. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, off in his own world, as Wayne would say. Well, he says that, and that Eddie's lucky he doesn't accidentally walk into traffic.

Which, true. It has happened a time or two. But what Wayne doesn't know won't hurt him.

Locating the voice that had spoken is interesting, because Eddie was not expecting to look down, or expecting a hot man next to a table full of little girls clearing running a fundraiser. There's a little girl looking up at him expectantly, and she must have been the one that asked.

Hot guy's hand is resting on her shoulder protectively, and she must be his daughter, since she's his little doppelganger.

The guy is eyeing him, and Eddie knows he looks scarier than he actually is, so he smiles, trying to look less intimidating. At least the girl isn't scared of him, it seems. Not his tattoos, not his piercings, not his heavy leather and attitude.

"Hi, sir!" She says, all chipper, like it isn't freezing cold, "We're selling hot chocolate and cookies to help pay for camp."

It's a script, and a little stilted, but she's got the spirit, that's for sure. And he hasn't been called sir in, well, ever, maybe.

"Of course," he says, and shifts his duffle bag to his other arm so he can reach for his wallet.

The little handwritten sign has their pricing, which he is certain is too low, and he fishes out a ten dollar bill, handing it over.

"Keep the change," he says, and the girls squeal and jump up and down. 

The man finally grins, like Eddie's won him over, just a little. 

Suddenly, there's several girls wanting to be involved in the translation, handing him a sack of cookies, napkins, as hot dad pours hot chocolate out of a stainless steel dispenser.

"Marshmallows?" he asks, and Eddie grins.

"You know it."

He shakes some into Eddie's cup, then a few more as he meets Eddie's eyes and winks, then hands it over.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and he could look into those golden eyes all day. He'd love to see them in the daylight. He bets they are so warm.

"Thanks for supporting the cause," the pretty-eyed hot dad says, and Eddie takes one more long look at him before walking away.

It's good hot chocolate and great cookies. He's impressed. 

The table isn't there the next night, or the few after, and Eddie feels a little bummed out that he missed his opportunity to flirt a little, feel him out.

He wasn't wearing a ring.

Eddie's certain of that. He looked. He also knows no ring isn't the end all and be all, some people just don't wear them, but no ring means that he might have had a chance. And a chance is all he needs.

So, he was hoping they'd be back now that it is the weekend again, but no luck.

"Why so mopey?" Robin asks, and Eddie turns to look at her. 

"I saw a guy on the sidewalk, and I hoped he'd be back on the street corner tonight–"

"Eddie!"

"–but maybe it was just a weekend thing?" Eddie ponders.

"Eddie, are you trying to hire a prostitute?" she asks, eyes huge.

"What? No!" He throws back his head and laughs, "He was a perfectly respectable man! With a little girl!" 

She raises an eyebrow.

"His daughter!"

Eddie's just digging a deeper and deeper hole as she laughs at him.

"I'm not following," she says, leaning on the counter of the music store. She started about two months ago, and so far, he likes her.

"There was a booth of kids doing a fundraiser. The dad that was supervising was hot."

She laughs at him, but it doesn't seem mean. Then her face changes, "When was this? What'd he look like?"

"Last Friday. Good hair. My height? I don't know. A real pretty dude."

"Swoopy hair?" she asks.

"What's swoopy hair?" he asks, and she makes a motion with her hands, and well, maybe?

"Yeah, maybe," he says, as if the image of this guy hasn't been burned into his retinas.

Then, he really hears what she's been asking:

"Robin. Robin Buckley. Do you know hot daddy?"

"Ew, no. Never say that to me again."

"Sorry," he mutters, feeling chided. 

"Steve–" she starts, and he really, really doesn't want to hear about her Bobbsey Twin of a best friend Steve right now. He feels like he knows more about Steve than he knows about Robin, which is crazy for someone he's never met.

"Robin. No more Steve stories," he says, resting his forehead against the counter, banging it slightly.

Steve's a teacher. Steve's a coach. Steve played sports in college. Steve could have gone pro. Steve's a single dad. Steve's the best.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

He doesn't have the brainpower to deal with the Legend of Steve right now.

"Eddie–"

"Robin!" he interrupts. 

"Fine. Don't let me talk," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

And it's finally, blissfully, silent. At least for a few minutes.

Eddie's behind the counter when the bell over the door jingles. He looks up, and – hot daddy.

Robin elbows him in the ribs, "I told you never to say that again!"

"I didn't know I did!" he yelps.

She laughs, "Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."

"You're Steve?" Eddie asks, and he knows his cheeks are red.

"The one and only," Steve says, and Eddie really wishes he'd paid better attention when Robin talked about him now. If wishes were horses, indeed.

Steve's holding two to-go cups, and leans up against the counter, handing one over to Eddie, not Robin. 

Eddie takes it, dumbly. It's hot chocolate, and Eddie looks down at it:

555-0083 Call me Hot Daddy

Steve winks, and turns and walks back out.

Eddie's gonna kill Robin.

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Notes: Punctuation is important, Steve. Should Eddie call you on the phone - or call you hot daddy. Decisions, decisions. Why not both? 🤣

[highway-stars]

Cloaked in icy tempests

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 21 | Cozy Treats

[starryeyedjanai]

“Hey, where’d you buy these?” Eddie asks, finishing another chocolate-covered strawberry. They’re better than any he’s bought himself in the past.

“Oh,” Steve says. “I made them?”

Eddie freezes. “You made them?”

Steve nods, cheeks pink.

“Like, you bought strawberries and melted chocolate and then melted another chocolate to drizzle over top of them?” he asks, just to be sure he’s getting it right.

Steve nods again.

“Hmm, get over here.”

“Why?” Steve asks, already moving toward him.

“So I can kiss you,” Eddie says.

Steve grins as he reaches him and Eddie pulls him into a sticky, sweet kiss.

[comfort-character-central]

Imagine holding your f/o as they find comfort and tranquility in your embrace. Rubbing their back, kissing their forehead, running your fingers through their hair. Doing what you can to reassure them that you're here, and you always will be.

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *30*

If anyone would ask Bruce how he could have known, he would tell them that it is obvious. Phantom - the new part-time member of the Young Justice - who seemed to be forever young and their new engineer Danny Fenton who is in his early twenties have perfectly fitting schedules. When Fenton is working in the Watchtower, Phantom will be unavailable for the Young Justice and vice versa. Also, the pranks started after both of these figures appeared. Of course one could argue that they could just be related or somehow knew each other otherwise, but the pranks that were pulled on all of the mentors of the Young Justice were only possible with Phantom Powers. And because of the new Ghost Shield the young hero wouldn't be able to just fly into the Watchtower and had to use the Zeta-Tube, what would mean that they should be able to look at the logs. But Phantom never entered the Watchtower while the pranks were under way. And as soon as his team really needed him, Fenton would make an excuse to leave work early.

What he wouldn't tell anyone, is that he saw how Fenton had transformed himself into Phantom, shortly before the Flash got up to run for a snack, just to fall down because his ankles had been cuffed together.

And maybe he helped him from time to time, with a well timed question to distract his fellow heros. Because the motive became clear really fast. Everytime someone got pranked, that someone had done something to ignite the wrath of the younger heros.

All of that also meant two things.

First of all, as soon as Danny was at work, Batman would be extra aware of his surroundings. The pranks never worked on him, which meant he had to dodge more attempts for the rest of the day.

And secondly: He should talk to Tim, after he found out how he had put his foot in his mouth this time, since he just saw his spoon move in his coffee mug without anyone's involvement. He just let his (probably salty) coffee go cold, brooding. Maybe he should go home early today and spend some quality time with his son...

[spacedace]

So I don't know a whole lot about DC/Batman canon but I do recall seeing something about Tim trying to clone people (his parents? I'm unclear about what happened to them but I think remember seeing something about cloning) and I feel like there's some good opportunities for some dc x dp stuff there.

Like, don't get me wrong I love everything where Danny and/or Elle adopt Con, but consider:

Tim, waking up after passing out from sleep deprivation for the nth time that month, groggily becoming aware of some guy sitting - wait no, floating, he's crisscross applesauce a full foot above the bed - staring at him unblinking. And Tim has half a second to think this white haired, weird looking - is he green? He kinda looks his skin is green, and h's glowing a little? - guy is his (okay, he can admit it, pretty attractive) sleep paralysis demon before attractive-sllep-paralysis-demon gives him a terrifying smile - oh God that's way too many teeth and they are way too sharp and why is that doing something for him??? - and says:

"Oh good you're up! We can get started then."

And then pulls out a laptop from somewhere?? And turning it so that Tim can see there's a PowerPoint pulled up with "So You've Started Cloning People: The Ethics and Responsibilities of Creating and Caring for Your Clone Children (AKA: How Not to be a Total Fruitloop)" It's entirely in comic sans.

Danny is just happy that things are going better than when he tried to do this with that bald weirdo in Metropolis. Though at least he'd been able to snack on the guy's rock candy while he did his presentation there. Maybe cute-sleep-deprived guy would be down for breakfast after this, provided Danny doesn't have to body him for being a shitty Clone dad.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Duke doesn’t know what’s going on with the crime lord that sometimes is, and then again isn’t allowed at the cave.

All he knows is that the mood of the entire manor takes a nose dive each and every time there‘s an altercation with him, and everybody goes out of their way to NOT explain anything to Duke.

So, as the only one in the manor with more than one brain cell dedicated to proper human interaction, he decides to take the easiest route and just ask Red Hood himself. Considering he‘s the only one the guy hasn’t tried to maim at least once.

[alwaysurvalentine]

tastes like autumn - st fic

Written for Day 15 of @steddie-spooktober - prompt: baking - wc: 1.7k - cw: some cussing

enjoy! 💛

Autumn has painted Hawkins in hues of orange and red, trees dropping their leaves any time the wind blows. It’s cold enough that Steve’s taken to only wearing his sweaters instead of his favorite polos. He’s got his own place now and he’s even more grateful for it this winter when he remembers how awful it was to prepare the pool for the winter. Nothing worse than deep cleaning a pool when it’s cold and windy outside. His place isn’t big by any means, a tiny apartment above one of the shops downtown, but it does the job. It’s got one bedroom, a kitchen, and a massive living/dining room. 

The big living room was a big selling point when he moved in, wanting to have enough space for everyone to come over for a movie night or more recently, a D&D session. When it’s just him he likes to open all the curtains and windows to let the sounds from outside to filter in, mostly cars driving past but sometimes he’ll catch snippets of the conversations of people walking below. Sometimes Robin will join him on the couch in front of the window so they can people watch and make up lives for everyone they see. 

Today’s a quiet one though, one where he doesn’t have any work and no one’s planned on coming over. Which means Steve gets to bake. After the last and final round with the Upside Down, he’d finally been open to going to therapy. As soon as he’d agreed, Owens had given his information to Vanessa, who ended up being a good match and now they meet once a month. It’d been a long process, first having to meet up every week to catch her up with his personal involvement with the Upside Down. Soon it turned into her helping him with more mundane things, like why he hates the sound of a completely quiet house. Didn’t take long for her to suggest getting out of the Harrington House and into his own space. 

Now on quiet days Steve isn’t haunted by the memory of his parents disapproval when he moves room to room. No, now he gets to focus on things that he actually enjoys doing. One of which happens to be baking. He’s been looking forward to making this recipe from a magazine since he found it, but Eddie’s been staying over the last few days and he wants it to be a surprise. Plus, he knows better than to think Eddie won’t distract him from making sure he doesn’t burn the loaf by accident.

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread stares at him from the torn magazine page and Steve smiles before pulling out the ingredients. There’s a radio sitting on his kitchen counter that he reaches over to click on, letting the sounds of Blondie fill the room. Since no one’s here but him, he shimmies his shoulders as he washes his hands, singing along as she belts about calling her anytime. 

It’s easy to sink into the methodic motions of baking. Dry ingredients get placed in his orange mixing bowl, clouds of dust and cinnamon causing him to sneeze and fan at the air before continuing. Steve hasn’t gotten around to buying an electric mixer yet, instead relying on his only whisk or his hands if the dough is particularly thick. 

Today he opts for hand mixing, rolling the sleeves of his yellow sweater up before reaching in. The pumpkin puree is sticky and thick but the eggs make everything feel slimy so he pulls his hands out almost as soon as he reaches in. Sometimes the feeling of dough in his hands makes him think of urging Eddie’s heart to start beating, reminds him of how he nearly dropped the metalhead multiple times on the way to the gate, blood making him almost slip out of Steve’s faltering grasp. A quick shake of his head and Steve tunes back into the radio, a song by Queen now filling his kitchen instead. He leans against the counter for a second, counting his inhales and exhales before trying again. This time Steve reaches in and doesn’t have to pull his hands out until he goes to add the chocolate chips. Normally the recipe calls for semi-sweet chips, but Steve’s gotten dark chocolate since those are Eddie’s favorite. 

~

The house smells like pumpkin, cinnamon, and chocolate. It brings a small smile to Steve’s face as he sits in the living room waiting for the loaf to cool. He’s feeling pretty confident so far, it didn’t rise too far out of the pan and when he stuck a fork in it the prongs came out clean. After the Biscuit Incident, Steve only tests out new recipes alone. No reason to give the party any more reasons to rag on him since they all act like glorified younger siblings anyway, knowing just the right buttons to push to get him riled up. Once he knows the best way to make a recipe, that’s when they’re offered to the party – soft cookies and moist cakes that melt just right in your mouth when you take a bite. All the dishes are next to the sink drying when he steps into the kitchen again. 

Steve edges a butter knife around the edges of the pan, urging the loaf away from the edges in hopes that it’ll come out of the pan easily. He places a plate on top of the loaf and flips the pan; luckily when he lifts it, the pan is empty and the loaf is resting in the center of the plate. Some of the chocolate chips have left melted streaks in the pan and he runs a slow finger through one of the trails for a taste.

“Stevie?” Eddie’s voice startles him and the pan in his hand finds its way to the floor with a loud clatter. “You okay?” Hurried footsteps bring Eddie to the doorframe of the kitchen, eyes wide as he takes in the scene: pan on the ground and Steve clutching a hand to his chest like he’s had a heart attack. He’s managed to get one shoe off but the other sits untied in his haste to identify the noise. “Glad to see your heart’s working.” It’s a joke that Steve’s heard Wayne make when he spooks Eddie coming around the corner of the trailer, it’s a way to let the other person catch their breath when they’ve just been scared. Steve takes the break for what it is and shakes his head fondly.

“Yeah, didn’t need you test it for me.” Steve fights back his own grin when Eddie smiles and winks at him, stepping forward to grab the pan from the floor. With the pan resting in the sink, Eddie kicks off his other shoe and then leans into Steve’s space. Chapped lips press against his and Steve leans in for another kiss before Eddie can pull away completely. When they do part, Steve can feel the grin stretching across his face. It’s nice having his own space that people can drop by unexpectedly but Eddie is supposed to be busy today.

“What happened to practice?” Eddie’s more focused on the plate behind Steve, already taking a step towards the counter to investigate. “Excuse me.” Brown eyes cut to Steve’s when Eddie registers the slightly bitchy tone Steve’s decided on. Steve’s smile gives away that he doesn’t really mean anything by it, just trying to get his boyfriend’s attention. Plus, there’s no way he’s going to let Eddie try it before he makes sure it actually came out correctly. 

“Gareth’s sister got sick, so he was stuck with baby sitting duty. What’d you make?” Again, Steve’s lost his boyfriend’s attention, Eddie going as far as to reach towards Steve’s loaf with a ringed finger.

“Hey! Don’t poke it. I made something new, which means-”

“Which means I don’t get to taste it until you do, yeah, yeah. Let’s cut a piece.” It’s hard pretending to be frustrated when Eddie knows him so well. With an eye roll and a playful huff Steve bumps Eddie’s hip with his before grabbing his butter knife again. 

“Go put your shoes up, then if it’s good you can have a slice.” It’s like watching Wile Coyote run off a cliff with how quickly Eddie swoops his battered Reebok up and darts into the living room. The butter knife passes through easily and a small trail of steam rises from inside the loaf. Steve can tell he put in too many chocolate chips already, the inside mostly dark instead of dotted like he expected; he figures Eddie won’t mind it either way. Gently, Steve tears off the corner of the slice, crumbs falling onto the floor when he brings it up to his mouth. It’s clearly not set enough to eat quite yet, but when Eddie’s found something sweet in the house it doesn’t take long at all for him to be digging in. Steve never complains because it just makes his kisses that much sweeter. 

The dark chocolate was a good call, blending in with the nutmeg and clove spices. It’s nice and moist too, melting in Steve’s mouth. Eddie’s come around the corner again, eyes hopeful when he takes in Steve’s relaxed expression.

“Good to eat, then?” And then he’s swooping in to tear off his own piece from the slice Steve made. As soon as he closes his mouth Eddie lets out a happy hum and closes his eyes in happiness. “You are a baking genius. This is delicious! What is this?” Another bite, and then a kiss placed on Steve’s head before Eddie starts to cut another slice. 

“It’s Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread. You mentioned last week not getting to the bakery early enough to get any of their seasonal stuff. And Mrs. Henderson let me have an old recipe magazine book so.” Steve shrugs and runs his hand through his hair before turning away. It’s embarrassing now, thinking about Claudia’s knowing look when he’d asked her if she knew any good recipes for fall that wasn’t pumpkin pie. 

“Baby, this is so good. And you put dark chocolate in here too, right?” All Steve does is nod, hands busying themselves with refolding his dishtowel that’s hanging on his oven door handle. “You spoil me.” There’s humor coloring Eddie’s words and Steve looks up to see a soft smile on his face. “Wanna spoil me some more?” He doesn’t have a moment to be confused, Eddie already closing the space between them and cupping Steve’s face. 

When Eddie kisses him this time, all he can taste is chocolate and cinnamon.

[sunfloweraro]

LUtober day 31: Final Boss

Featuring Four getting revenge on my favourite final boss (Vaati).

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

“Hello, my old friend.”

Four bared his teeth at the villain, so uncharacteristic of their Smithy. “Vaati,” Four spat. “You are not my friend.”

“You know him,” Time asked, eyeing up the villain—Vaati. The creature was unlike anything Time had ever seen before: long, purple hair trailing down his back; four blood-red eyes glittering with sadistic mirth; deep purple robes that concealed pale hands and likely many weapons, if Four’s unease was anything to go by.

Four growled. “He kidnapped Zelda, tried to take over the world. And then he manipulated Sh—my friend. I despise him.”

Time nodded. “He sounds intelligent. We’ll be careful.” But when he signalled for the group to attack, Vaati easily avoided all their attacks, disappearing into the shadows and reappearing on the other side of the chamber. Three attempts, and Time could see why the guy infuriated Four so much—and that was before Vaati began to cackle.

“You haven’t changed at all, Link. Still hot-headed, charging into battle. I can tell a certain blue side of you is leading.”

“Shut up!” Four snapped, lunging at Vaati, only to miss yet again.

“Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast. I’ve many plans for you once I—” Vaati’s words were cut off by a choked cry when Twilight’s boomerang flew in from the left, clocking him over the head. “Wha—who dares?!”

The distraction was enough for Four; he lunged at Vaati, crashing into him and knocking him to the ground. Vaati had a moment to shout in alarm before Four slammed his fist into the villain’s face. Vaati’s head snapped to the side, but Four didn’t give him time to recover before he punched him again. And again. And… again.

“Should we… do something?” Warriors asked, moving to stop Four.

Time halted him with a hand on his shoulder. “No, hold on… give him a minute. I think he needs this.” Four let out a furious, almighty shriek, his blows not letting up in the slightest. “Yeah,” Time surmised. “He needs this.”

[halvedslab]

hiiii G8 with etho if u want!! and if u also wanna do the palette thing itd be funny if it was the one named minecraft

[fanfics4all]

Chocolate

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 16!

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 525

Warnings: Just yummy sweet fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Chocolate

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*Sweet Pea’s POV*

I was never big on Christmas. Growing up, it was just another day like every Southsider's. Maybe there would be some decorations in town, but it was nothing special. However, ever since my girlfriend, Y/N, came into my life, Christmas felt… different. She had this way of bringing the holiday spirit into everything. It was contagious, and I found myself looking forward to it this year, especially since we planned to spend it together. 

Once Christmas Eve, we were lounging in Y/N’s cozy living room, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights, holiday movies, and, much to my amusement, an enormous stack of Christmas chocolates she’d brought out ‘just in case’ we got hungry. 

“Seriously, Y/N, there’s enough chocolate here to feed the entire Sperents. I teased, picking up a red-foiled chocolate Santa from the pile. 

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be all gone by tomorrow.” She said, snatching the chocolate Santa from my hands and unwrapping it with a mischievous grin. 

“You’re about to witness my Christmas chocolate-eating powers in action.” 

“Oh, yeah?” I challenged, grabbing a candy cane-shaped chocolate from the table. 

“I think I can take you in that contest.” She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Oh, bring it on, baby.” 

We both grabbed a piece of chocolate, popping it into our mouths at the same time. She giggled as I stuffed a truffle in my mouth, reaching for another. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of excitement that made me forget everything outside of her trailer. The taste of peppermint, caramel, and cocoa filled the air, and before I knew it, we were halfway through the pile. We were laughing and stealing pieces from each other. 

At some point, Y/N grabbed a piece of chocolate shaped like a reindeer and held it just out of my reach, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. 

“Guess you’re not fast enough.” She teased, holding it up as I legend for it. 

“Hand it over.” I said, grinning as I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Her laughter was light and warm, and for a second, everything felt absolutely perfect. 

“Only if you say the magic word.” She teased, holding the chocolate just an inch from my mouth. 

“Fine. please?” I rolled my eyes, pretending to grumble. 

“Good enough.” She laughed, feeding me the chocolate reindeer, her fingers brushing my lips. I held her gaze, feeling that familiar warmth spread through my chest. The chocolate melted in my mouth, but it was the sweetness of the moment that stayed with me, something simple yet perfect. 

“Ya know, I think you’re making me like Christmas.” I admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Really?” Her eyes brightened. I nodded, a soft smile tugging at my lips.

“Yeah, not because of the decorations or all this chocolate, though...” I paused, taking her hand in mine. 

“It’s ‘cause I get to spend it with you.” She blushed, looking down for a moment before meeting my gaze. 

“Well, then I’ll make sure we have Christmas chocolate every year, just for you.” She promised, sealing it with a kiss. 

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