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thisapplepielife · 5 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Catch Fire

Prompt Day 6: Cooking | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: None | Tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, First Home, Cooking Mishaps

"Why was there a fire truck pulling out of our driveway when I got home?" Steve asks, putting his gym bag down on the floor next to the couch. It smells awful in their house right now. Like the remnants of a campfire, all charred and heavy, hanging in the air.

And if he's not mistaken, he's pretty sure it's a little cloudy. Steve opens the window over the sink, and then the front door, just trying to get some air circulating through the house.

"There was a fire truck outside? I didn't see a fire truck," Eddie says sitting on the floor, arms deep in the oven.

"Oh, really? That's an interesting place for them to turn around then," Steve replies, pretending he's not seeing whatever the fuck is happening right in front of him.

"Totally weird," Eddie says, still scrubbing. "We should complain to the city. Using our private property to turn around? Unacceptable."

Steve smiles, and watches, just waiting to see if Eddie's gonna cave and confess to whatever the fuck he did this time, without Steve asking. He doesn't, and Steve gets impatient.

"You caught the oven on fire, huh?" Steve finally asks, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and planting his ass on the bar stool. He's gonna watch this play out.

"I resent that accusation!" Eddie yells, his voice muffled, since his head is quite literally in the oven right now.

"But it's true, right?" Steve asks, and Eddie's laugh echoes throughout the room, coming from inside the oven.

"Maybe, just a little fire," Eddie says, "more smoke than anything else."

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

"Embarrassed, but okay," Eddie admits, finally looking at Steve, "I thought I could make s'mores in the oven. Turns out, and really, who could have guessed this, marshmallows can really burn if they fall and hit the coils."

"Nobody ever could have predicted that. Not with how they catch fire, and all," Steve says.

Eddie laughs.

"How did you lose a marshmallow in the oven?" Steve asks, because he's not sure how this went so awry. It's Eddie, minor disasters follow him like an old friend, but still. This is something, even for Eddie.

"I put the graham crackers right on the rack, because I didn't want to clean melted marshmallow goop off the cookie sheet. Again."

Steve taps his temple, sarcastically, "Smart. Instead you're cleaning out the bottom of the oven, I take it?"

"What didn't burn off and smoke up the whole house, yes, yes, I am," Eddie admits.

Steve laughs, and gets down on the floor next to Eddie, leaning back on his haunches, "Need some help?"

He doesn't want to scrub charred marshmallow off the bottom of their oven. But he'd do it. For Eddie. He's learned that over the last few years. He'll do anything for Eddie. Anything at all.

"Always," Eddie says, but instead of handing him the scrub brush, Eddie is leaning forward to kiss Steve. Once, twice, until he's pushed Steve flat on his back on the linoleum, mess long forgotten.

That's not what Steve meant, but this will definitely do just fine.

Steve presses his body to Eddie's, happy to be home and touching him. They don't get a whole lot of time home together these days. Eddie works nights more often than not, and Steve has been pulling in extra shifts, and wants to go to the gym at least three times a week.

Eddie doesn't understand that impulse, not at all, but Steve appreciates that Eddie encourages him to do whatever makes him happy.

It's taken a while to get on their feet. Life wasn't easy to return to, after everything that happened in Hawkins. But as soon as the dust cleared, and the kids had graduated and spread their wings and flew away, Steve had taken Eddie, and Robin, and they'd left town.

There was nothing left there, anyway. So they packed up, and decided to start anew. From scratch, together. Starting out in a shitty, little apartment with one bedroom. The three of them crammed in, with no privacy.

But it was great, and helped them start to build new lives. To just be who they are, without any preconceived notions coming their way.

They worked, and scraped, and clawed their way into better lives.

Now, Robin's in school, and Steve's so proud of her. She's gonna be pissed when she comes home and smells the house, though. She's still in the spare room, and Steve wouldn't have it any other way. These two are his family.

She might not stay with them forever, but they decided to put down roots, and bought this house. It's not huge, but it's nice, and it's their home.

They're doing fine, but this house isn't going to pay itself off. So, he misses Eddie.

Steve flips them over, and presses his dick against Eddie's. Eddie squirms underneath him, and that always gets Steve going. The reaction Eddie has to them touching in any way. It's the hottest thing.

With that in mind, Steve leans down and kisses Eddie again, before burying his face in Eddie's neck, just laying on him, touching in every place possible.

"You stink," Eddie finally says.

"Well, I was gonna say the same thing about you," Steve answers with a laugh, pulling his head back to look at Eddie.

He doesn't care though, not really. He'd still want to touch Eddie, even if he does smell a little bit like burning right this second.

"Wanna take a shower together? Conserve water. Save the planet and shit," Eddie asks, giving him the eyes.

Those eyes have always been his downfall, and Eddie damn well knows it.

"Okay, I guess we can do that," Steve says, pretending like this is something he's conceding to, and not something that he really wants.

They get up, and Steve leaves the window open, but closes the front door, and lets Eddie lead the way to the bathroom.

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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how quickly the glamour fades

“What do you think the Captain does in his down time?” Wally asked, squirting a large amount of cheese whiz onto a cracker and eating it. He was still getting used to being the Flash, being in the Justice League alongside his uncle’s friends. They’d helped him grow as a hero and a person over the years and now he was one of them.

“I don’t know, Cap is always working,” Hal said, taking a bit of his pizza. “The guy never quits I’m telling you. If he’s not here, he’s putting out fires in the jungle or fighting space-magic-tentacle monsters or working with an apron at the soup kitchen. I don’t think he knows the meaning of ‘down time’.”

“We all have to take a break sometimes, even gods,” Wonder Woman said with a raised eye brow. She didn’t technically chastise him but Hal’s shoulder crept up to his ears anyway. “Marvel is the personification of the Gods’ will on Earth. He may not require physical rest I’m sure he must take moments to collect himself but it is, surely, none of our business.”

“I didn’t mean any disrespect,” Wally said hastily. “I’m still new here, trying to figure everything and everyone out with these big shoes to fill.” He cleared his throat and glanced over at the door Captain Marvel had exited out of a few minutes earlier. “I don’t know Marvel well, he was just a reserve member when I first met him and now we’ve moved into big leagues pretty much at the same time. I guess I’m trying to get to know my fellow newbie, he seems like a really nice guy, someone you’d want to talk to outside of work.”

“Yeah good luck with that,” Hal snorted and preemptively winced from the force of Diana’s glare. “What? Look, I love the big cheese as much as the next guy but he’s hard to pin down! He’ll smile and chat up here at the Watchtower no prob but he won’t go out for a drink, he won’t attend any of Bruce’s fancy parties. Barry used to practically beg the guy to come over and have some of Iris’ cooking and he turned him down every time.” A brief moment of silence as Hal coped with the sudden, casual mention of his best friend. “He’s friendly but not sociable.”

“Perhaps he needs time alone, away from all this,” J’onn said, walking in to stand by Diana. Without being asked, she reached into the cabinet and pulled out his favorite cookies. It could have been telepathy or simply years of love and experience. “As you mentioned, he spends much of his time battling the evils of the world, both the grand and the mundane. He may need solitude to cope.”

“Isolation doesn’t heal anything,” Wally grumbled, playing idly with the cheese whiz can. “The Titans taught me that there’s strength in community. I won’t begrudge the man some alone time but,” he sighed and set the can down. “I don’t know, he smiles like Dick does sometimes, when he’s keeping all the hurt inside. I think he could probably use someone to talk to.”

“He’s a god or something, it’s not like we can relate to him,” Hal sighed. “I’m with ya, Kid. I’d be over the moon if Cap ever decided to hang out after the battle was done but he’s just not that kinda guy.”

“Your kindness is appreciated, Wally but Marvel is entitled to his privacy. Should he ever need that listening ear you suggested, he of course knows he can come to us.” Diana smiled. Wally smiled back but still didn’t feel completely settled. There was something about Captain Marvel that never felt right, like he was only seeing a funhouse mirror version. His smiles were too perfect, his lines so cheesy, almost practiced. In a way, he almost didn’t feel real and that the real person was hiding behind this perfect cardboard cut out they all knew.

“Yeah, okay,” he frowned before perking back up. “Did you guys catch the game last nigh-”

“Don’t get me started squirt my team looked like they were sleepwalking, not playing.”

Hundreds of thousands of miles away in Fawcett City, a boy was cold and he was hungry.

“Achoo!” Billy Batson sneezed. “Ugh either someone’s talking ‘bout me or I’m coming down something.” He sniffled, wiping his nose on his threadbare sweater sleeve. “I don’t even know which is worse.”

It had been warm on the Watchtower when Bill, well Marvel, had finally left. The halls had been crowded and there’d been plenty of food and company. It would’ve been nice to stay but that wasn’t the way things worked. Cap didn’t need food to stay full or heat to keep him warm. He enjoyed the conversation but it felt so empty with the large wall he had to keep around his other life. It was safer this way, for him and for them.

The weather was turning cold and the shelters would have stopped giving out food by this late hour. Another night spent shivering and another night without a meal.

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Billy chattered to himself as he slowly made his way back to the abandoned apartment he’d been sleeping in. “They don’t need to know about this, won’t care about another homeless kid. You’re lucky you get to know them as Marvel, you’re lucky to have Marvel.” He squeezed his eyes shut to fight back tears. It was an honor, a blessing to have the power to help people but oh did it hurt sometimes.

He wished he had someone to talk to about this but all he had was Tawney and the empty throne of the Wizard. There was the League but he couldn’t risk it, Marvel’s good standing was the only way they let him be active without giving away any details. They wouldn’t listen to him anyway, if they knew who their powerhouse really was. The illusion was hard to keep up sometimes but it was all he had.

All the way home, he hummed a tune he’d heard Black Canary humming while doling out portions of pizza and thought of the way Wonder Women’s gentle strong arms had felt around his shoulders and the sound of Lantern’s loud laughter and imagined that he wasn’t alone.

#title is lyrics from FatM Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up)#which is the most billy batson song ever #i don't actually know what I was trying to say #just wanted to hit on the inherent dichotomy of Marvel's perception vs reality #and this projection of Marvel as this omnipotent being who works 24/7 and isn't bound by human trappings #only for Billy to be crushing himself under this heavy weight #they want to know cap but think he's not into it while Billy is So Desperate for affection but is too afraid to confide #idk I was in a sad mood and thought of billy and this came out #wrote in 35 minute but 10 minutes were freaking out if Barry was still alive at this point in time before deciding eh whatever #i didnt review this at all lol just wrote the last word and hit post hahaaha #im tired

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

#alpha omega #alpha #omega #omegaverse #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse fluff #omegaverse headcanons #Omegaverse imagine #Omegaverse scents #omegaverse au #alphaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe

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phosphorus-12 · 2 months

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Wakfu Incorrect Quotes Pt. 6

Amalia: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Yugo: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely Amalia: That one. I want that one.

Qilby: Fun Fact. The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Mina: I don't like how this is a "fun" fact. Yugo: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you!

Adamai: My only talent is being stress. Qilby: Don't you mean stressed? Adamai: No.

Qilby: “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy” I would. Pussy. Nora: “I’m not gonna sink to their level” I will. Coward. Yugo: “I’m the bigger person” I’m 150cm tall give me the sword bitch.

Yugo: What did you order this morning? Mina: What do you mean? Yugo: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

~U G H Y O U N G E R S I B L I N G S A R E S U C H L E E C H E S~

Yugo: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in? Amalia: What's the taser challenge? Nora: We tase each other, then drink. Amalia: How do you win? Qilby: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

Yugo: What's the worst thing you guys have done? Yugo: I stole an extra cookie from the cookie jar once. Qilby: I kicked Nora in the shin- Nora: -So I kicked Qilby between the legs. Adamai: I burned a house down. Yugo: What?! Nora: What the hell is wrong with you?!? Adamai: A lot of things. Qilby: No shit.

Qilby: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

Dally: So I got this amazing plan! Amalia: We fail almost every time you say that. Dally: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

Yugo: Guys where did Adamai go? Dally: They got arrested. Yugo: How the- Adamai: bursts in through the window The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Yugo: No problemo! Yugo, internally: But it was all problemo.

Yugo: You need a hobby. Adamai: I have a hobby! Yugo: Hitting Dally isn't a hobby.

Yugo: I’m gonna kill you. Adamai: Get in line!

Qilby: Nora, you’re in charge! Adamai: Nora, can we start a fire?

~She said yes~

Yugo: “I miss you” is the nicest text you can receive. Dally: “I bought a monster truck.” Amalia: You’re both wrong, it’s “I have too much money, you can have some.” Adamai: “I got you pizza.” Eva: Fools! I present to you this: “Adamai is driving to your house right now.” Ruel: “Adamai had too much money so they’re driving to your house in a monster truck with a pizza that they got for you.” Yugo: “…Because they missed you.”

Dally: This is a safety pin. cuts off end Dally: It is now a danger pin.

Amalia: Damn, the power went out. Yugo: Don’t worry, I got this. Yugo: stomps foot Amalia: What-? Yugo: Sketchers light up

Chibi: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small. Qilby: I would say infinitesimally. Yugo: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words.

Cop: What are your names? Nora: Don't tell them, Yugo. Cop, writing: Yugo… Nora: Crap. Yugo: Nice going, Nora. Cop: Yugo: Uh oh.

#wakfu evangelyne #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #wakfu ruel #wakfu dally #wakfu adamai #wakfu #wakfu incorrect quotes #wakfu chibi #wakfu nora #wakfu mina #wakfu glip #wakfu qilby

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mahi-does-some-art · 1 month

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Any headcanons for how different Servamp characters prefer their smores

These may be the most important headcanons I'll ever write ever, anon.

Mahiru: Simple is best! Usually won't get too fancy with it-- Likes his marshmallow with that perfect golden-brown crust. Before he would be confused why some people would burn the marshmallow so much it caught on fire but Sakuya convinced him to try it once and was surprised that it wasn't horrible.

Kuro: Would either toast his marshmallow golden-brown or where there's be some black char spots but not where the whole thing is burnt. He had the idea to put ice cream on top of his smore once and started doing that without fail.

Sakuya: He burns the fucking thing like no tomorrow and swears its one of the best ways to do it. Other than that, also normally makes a standard smore with the gram crackers and candy bar chocolate. He'll also always have sticky hands no matter how careful he is. This boy cannot make a smore that doesnt ooze onto his fingers.

Tetsu: Is very skilled at getting the marshmallow perfectly cooked. Likes his marshmallow golden brown.

Hugh: He condems under roasted marshmallows like he won't eat a whole family pack of uncooked marshmallows straight out the bag. Something about the integrity of a s'more. He has a habit of roasting the thing, sliding the crust off and eating it and repeat till there's nothing left.

Mikuni: This pretentious asshole likes to use the expensive bar chocolate on his s'mores and will swear its better. He'd probably try to make his own marshmallows to roast and after that he's even more snobbish about it. He'll still eat the normal s'more he's offered. Likes his marshmallow with a couple small charred bits.

Jeje: Will fully burn the marsh. Mikuni thinks he's a psychopath for it and God Forbid he burns one of his Eve's homemade ones.

Licht: Will eat the marshmallow no matter as long is its not fully burnt. He has tried it burnt and he rambled on angrily about how it was a slight to such a deliciously holy treat. Using the normal candy bar chocolate and store-bought gram crackers are very special to him and he prefers it that way.

Hyde: Unintentionally scorched his marshy ONCE and got kicked out of his chair for it. Perfers his the perfect golden-brown. He'll get a little bowl of hot fudge to dip his in and it's perfection.

Freya: Doesn't like anything burnt when it comes to it. Will shake up a can of whipped cream and put some on the top of her s'more. It always gets on the tip of her nose and she can't eat a smore cleanly at all wwwww

Iduna: Golden-brown to somewhat charred. Her mess is even worse than Freya's and she always gets goopy hands. She says it's part of the experience.

Niccolo: Likes his with a few char spots and a side of ice cream. Doesn't mix them but likes to eat them both as a pair.

Ildio: It literally doesn't matter, he'll eat it. Even after he starts slowing down and is able to actually taste it, he likes all forms of marshymallow so he's not picky on this front.

Misono: Ate a burnt s'more once and swore never again. Likes his marshy golden brown or a little undercooked. The high quality ingredients the Alicein get makes for an extra yummy s'more. Guess that's where Mikuni gets it from.

Lily: Actually likes his marshy golden to burnt. He likes the flavor of it. Actually perfers it being in the form of a s'more's flavored macaron with toasty marshmallow fluff filling. He likes the texture of the macaron cookies paired with a bit of the crunch of the gram crackers.

I'm not gonna do the rest of Team M bc its 2am and I'm drawing lol. Plz add onto this if you have any opinions!

#servamp #ah fuck ok here we go #NO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU IM TAKING THE EASY WAY OUT OF TAGGING #sloth pair #pride pair #envy pair #wrath pair #greed pair #gluttony pair #lust pair

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cindersfireplace · 2 months

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4town Valentine's Day 💘

Jesse, Taeyoung, Aaron T, and Aaron Z walk through the hallway to their hotel room after taking a stroll around the neighborhood:

Taeyoung: There's nothing like bird watching on a calm afternoon.

Aaron T: I'm just glad there was an ice cream truck. That was one of the best chocolate cones I've ever had. Thanks for helping me chase it down Z.

Aaron Z: *walks behind him exhausted* Anything for you buddy 😊

Jesse: You good Z?

Aaron Z: *gasping * Yeah when I catch my breath next week I'll be able to function again 😮‍💨

Jesse: I wish Robaire came with us. It's good to get outside once in a while.

Taeyoung: I'm sure he has his reasons.

*Jesse opens the hotel room door*

Jesse: Yeah probab- sweet cheese and crackers! What's all this!?

*The room is decorated with heart, banners, balloons, pillows, roses, and LOTS of candles*

❤️🌹🕯️🕯️🕯️

Robaire: Welcome home my friends! I thought I would put up some decorations for Valentine's Day. *Sigh* Love is in the air.

Aaron Z: I didn't know love smelt like *sniffs* vanilla and *picks up a candle* … Late winter breeze. Whatever the heck that smells like.

Jesse: We were gone for like an hour? How?

Robaire: I'm very efficient when I'm passionate about something.

Taeyoung: So that's why Jess is always yelling at you to do your taxes.

Aaron Z: Were you not efficient enough to get any cookies or candy?

Robaire: That will be for the gift exchange.

Aaron T: Why can't we just buy cards?

Robaire: Because first of all the 4town best friend Valentine's super special gift yearly extravaganza exchange -

Aaron Z: I still say we should shorten the name.

Robaire: -is a time to appreciate each other's gifts and is a testament to how well we know each other. I love giving gifts and I put a lot of thought into them.

Jesse: And I very much still appreciate those custom ‘Art Dad’ oven mitts, but shouldn't we be focusing on our gig that day? The 4townies are so excited to see us perform One True Love live for the first time next week, and after the show I want to go to bed.

Robaire: Then go right to bed on another day of the year but you have to be there for the opening of gifts. Besides we've already drawn names for it so no going back now.

Jesse: Fiiiine if I must.

Robaire: That's the spirit.

Jesse: Uh I think a spirit is what we'll be if all of these candles stay lit. This is most definitely a fire hazard. I'm only agreeing if I get to put half of them out.

Robaire: Fiiiine. If I must.

Aaron T: We've known each other for a while shopping for each other should be easier. Right Z?

Aaron Z: Totally….

*Skip to the day before Valentine's Day at the mall*

Aaron Z: …Not.

Jesse: Come on Z it'll be fine.

Aaron Z: Not when I'm shopping for Robaire it won't. I don't know what to buy and he's definitely gonna try to one up us with his amazing gift.

Jesse: Does anything else in this world motivate you quite like your need to be better than Robaire?

Aaron Z: Absolutely, this is just a continuous priority of mine.

Jesse: So no then. Got it.

Aaron Z: I will search through every isle of this mall if it kills me. I will be victorious.

Jesse: Or you could breathe and let it go…and he's gone. Valentine's is gonna be fun.

*The next day*

Taeyoung: That must have been our best performance yet! Everybody was so excited, and despite my mild fear of heights trying to convince me otherwise, the rising heart platforms weren't so bad after all.

Robaire: Told you it would be incredible!

Jesse: Anyways now that that's over we can open gifts now.

Aaron T: Yeah guys the sooner we get this over with the sooner old man Jesse can take his nap.

Jesse: I'm not ol-

Aaron Z (whispering to Aaron T) You just want to get candy from your gift don't you?

Aaron T (whispering back): Shhhh I just care about Jesse's health…and my blood sugar.

Robaire: Anyways, who wants to go first?

Taeyoung: Me! I got T! Here you go! *Shoves present box into his hands*

Aaron T: YESSS! *Opens package* *gasp* It's a book of skateboard tricks! These are some of the most advanced out there and….a box of chocolate. Thankyou *hugs Taeyoung and whispers* This is why your my favorite.

Taeyoung: No problem at all.

Aaron T: So I guess it's my turn to give and I got Jesse *gives him a very messily wrapped package with 50 bows on it*

Jesse: Geez this looks interesting *opens the box* *gasp* ITS THE SUPER SMOOTH 3000! I've been trying to find this blender for months! My fruit smoothies will be so much better now! Thank you *lifts Aaron T off the ground in a hug*

Aaron T: Your *cough cough* welcome. Could you please put me down now?

Jesse: *Drops Aaron T* I'm next and I got Taeyoung. So here you go?

Taeyoung: *Carefully takes the box from his hand and opens it* Woah! Bird watching goggles! They even have little doves on them! Thanks Jess. I'm gonna have so much fun taking these to the park.

Jesse: I'm so glad you like them. They were some of the best I could find.

Aaron Z: I guess Robaire and I are last. You can go first Ro 😊

Robaire: No, I insist. You go first 😁

Aaron Z: Well this day means the most to you so you should go 😊

Robaire: And I like to share that joy with my friends so you should go 😁

Aaron Z: You.

Robaire: You.

Aaron Z: YOU.

Robaire: YOU!

*While these two keep going back and forth Taeyoung and Aaron T give each other a look and then open the presents themselves (whilst Jesse has too little sleep in him to deal with this)*

Taeyoung: Wow Robaire this is a really nice Destiny ‘s Child record.

Robaire: That's the exact one we listened to when we first met 🫢

Aaron T: Dang Z you got this cool basketball trophy. It even says ‘best basketball player I know ‘. Nice Sentiment.

Aaron Z: That was one of the first things I told you that I dreamed of receiving 😯

*They hold the gifts in their hands for a moment appreciating them*

Aaron Z: *clearly struggling* Th-th-th-

Robaire: Are you trying to say thank you?

Aaron Z: Nah I'm trying to say ‘That's all folks’. Yes I'm trying to say thankyou. Anyways thank you … for … this.

Robaire: Then I guess I want to say thank you too…I guess.

Jesse: Awww this is too sweet.

Aaron T: Maybe it wasn't about who got the best present after all?

Robaire: Mhm. Even though we all know it was me.

Aaron Z: Wh- if anything it was me!

Robaire: No you didn't!

Aaron Z: I got you the record that you sorry self was too BROKE for when we first met!

Robaire: I got you a CUSTOM TROPHY 🏆! Do you know how much that is in this economy?!

Aaron Z: But did I ask-

Robaire: But my-

Aaron Z: No but Robaire answer the question. Answer the question! Did I ask though? Did I?

Robaire: No but you can't just throw that in my face when I'm trying to be nice.

Aaron Z: Clearly not nice enough to admit I'm better…

*Senseless arguing continues in the background*

Jesse: T! They were this 🤏🏻 close to having a nice moment.

Aaron T: Sorry, I was just trying to bring some positivity.

Taeyoung: I'm positively sure they will be arguing for a while so I'm just gonna go now.

Jesse: Agreed. *yawn* 🥱 I'm going to sleep.

Aaron T: And I shall consume all this chocolate within the hour. I love Valentine's Day!

*Later that night Aaron Z and Robaire go to bed setting their gifts down on their night stands smiling at them and then turning the lights out to sleep*

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#Happy Valentine's Day 4townies #Hope this is a nice and remember to love yourselves #(Seriously Robaire has a problem he lit like 48 separate candles)#I guess this could also serve as a Christmas special if you change the holiday a bit #Sorry if it feels rushed (which could just be a flaw in my writing) I made this literally the day before Valentine's Day #Anyways I'm gonna go eat candy now #4town #4townie #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town taeyoung

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Three

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: conversation has sexual themes towards the end, strong language, alcohol, the characters are 18 in this story fyi :)

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Chapter Three - Christmas

Christmas Day Draco woke to another silent house. Through the curtains he saw snow hurtling down, a small heap pressed up against the window. As used to being alone as he was, your invitation had played on his mind ever since you left. If you asked because you felt sorry for him, then he'd rather you laugh in his face about how pathetic his life was instead. There was nothing Draco hated more than acts of sympathy, mostly because he was so sick of them. People would assume he needed comfort, or that he needed their company, but he had built himself a wall and he was perfectly happy staying alone within it. (Or so he had trained himself to believe, anyway)

He dressed himself and headed down the stairs, a Merry Christmas from the house elf along the way and stood by the tree to observe the gifts beneath it. His mother had left a note with his name on and several neatly wrapped gifts. He sat crossed legged on the floor and began reading his mother's note.

Merry Christmas, my dear. We hope you like your gifts. Wish you were here. Mother x

A smile crept across his face, putting the card down and ripping the first few open. It was the usual stuff, his favourite cologne, cauldron cakes, a knitted green jumper, new shoes, new suit, even a bottle of fire whiskey. He popped the cork out and sniffed the amber looking liquid, and suddenly a wave of memories came rushing back from his time at school, before all the madness and heartache. The first night he got drunk, he was almost sixteen, at the end of his fifth year. Himself, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson snuck out into the night to drink and smoke cigarettes. He got so plastered that him and Pansy ended up in his private dorm room and one thing led to another. Does he regret it? He didn't really know. But Pansy thought that it meant they were destined for each other and became even clinger than normal after that. He took a swig of it and exhaled after, tasting the bitter, sugary substance on his lips. He kept sipping away at it as he opened the rest, and then took himself, the whiskey, and a box of cauldron cakes to the one drawing room he liked. With a flick of his wand, the fire was lit, and he plopped himself down on the couch for a long day of nothingness. After nearly half the bottle of fire whiskey and a tray of cauldron cakes, he started wondering what you might be doing right now, and then cursed himself out loud for even thinking it.

Your Christmas morning was very different. Draco had crossed your thoughts when you woke, but your mother had soon taken your mind off it when she burst through the bedroom door in a Santa hat and a hot cup of tea. The morning went by like it usually did in your house, presents, your younger siblings arguing over what the other one got (they get the exact same thing), and then a slap-up Christmas dinner and midday nap for your father. Being a muggle, he was huge fan of muggle alcohol, and kept a rather stocked up stash when it was Christmas. He'd drunk three glasses of wine before 12:30 and passed out in his armchair with a paper crown on his head from a cracker. You loved Christmas. It was about family, friendship, and the act of giving. Hermione had sent some peppermint toads and a Christmas card from her family, and Luna had crafted you a beaded necklace with your initial dangling from it. They should have opened their home baked cookies you had gifted them by now. After resting your stomachs for a while, you helped your mother wash the dishes as the rest of the house slept peacefully, a muggle Christmas movie going unwatched on the TV.

"So, how is that project of yours coming along?" your mother asks, "getting on with your partner?"

"He's fine," you tell her, drying off a dinner plate, "he's really stubborn and argumentative, likes everything his way and his way only, but apart from that he's okay. I think we're sort of friends at this point, but it's hard to tell with him."

"Oh my," your mother laughs, "he sounds like a treat. What's his name, again?"

"It's Draco. Draco Malfoy."

She froze for a moment, and you saw from the corner of your eye. She began scrubbing away again.

"I'm familiar," she tells you, looking across and smiling, "can't say I have that much of an opinion."

"I'm going to guess it's the same as everyone else's," you chuckle, "I'm not the biggest fan, but he seems to be mellowing a little since we started on the project."

"Maybe that's your influence," your mother nudges you, "you have that effect on people."

"Well, he complains at me a lot, so I doubt it. He's just one big mystery, I know nothing about him apart from that his parents leave him alone at Christmas."

"He's alone today?" your mother exclaims, passing you a soapy tray to dry, "that's awful. Did you invite him over?"

"I asked but I think I just made him feel awkward," you said, cringing at how shocked he looked, "we're only just getting on with one another."

You mother fell quiet for a second, and then left momentarily and returned with a wrapped present.

"Here," she says, handing it over to you with her yellow-gloved hand, "take this to him."

"What? I can't do that," you shake your head, looking at her like she'd just asked for your presents back, "we don't know each other well enough for me to just turn up at his doorstep, on Christmas."

"But he's alone, darling," you mother says softly, "and as a family, we never leave one out, even if they've made bad choices in the past. Go. Take them to him. It's only chocolates."

You sigh, knowing that it was a nice gesture. You wouldn't have to stay long, just take the chocolates, wish him well, and come home. It was an easy enough task.

"Fine," you say, taking the gift, "I'll be back soon. Thanks, mum."

Malfoy Manor looked as daunting as ever in the early evening dusk and white sheet of snow. It stood, grey and foreboding, with one light on in a top left window. You stood for a while contemplating whether this was a good idea, taking a few steps forward and then shuffling back.

"Just knock on the door, hand it over, and leave," you tell yourself, "It's just a nice gesture."

Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the doors and knocked. After a few minutes, the tiny house elf appeared at your feet. He smiled brightly.

"Merry Christmas, miss Y/L/N," he said, "are you here to see Master Malfoy?"

"Well, actually, I suppose you could pass these-"

"Y/L/N?"

You look up from the elf to see Draco stood just behind, dressed in his green hoodie and sweatpants. His hair is little more tousled than normal, and he's holding an empty cauldron cake box.

"Draco," you say, "I was just dropping this off for you."

He pads over to you, and the elf moves out of his way, but not before he shoves the empty packet into the elf's tiny arms.

"You bought me a gift?" He says, taking the box from your hands and eyeing the wrapping paper.

"I just thought, as you're alone today, you might like to see a familiar face," you tell him as he unwraps the bow from around the box, "even if it's mine."

He removes the packaging to reveal a box of chocolates, and the ghost of a smile curls at the corner of his mouth. Of course, he had lots of girls give him presents in the past, lots of secret admirers and heart shaped gifts, especially at Christmas. But this was different, this was an act of kindness and selflessness, and it was for him. He didn't understand why, but you were here, and suddenly he didn't feel so alone anymore.

"Thanks," he said, looking up at you and smiling a bit more, "that was, uh, real nice of you. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," you shrug your shoulders, "I should probably get going. Merry Christmas, Draco."

"Wait," he calls, and you turn back to see him awkwardly stood in the doorway. That sounded far too eager, he thought, "do you want to come in for a bit? I can't offer you much, just tea. Think there's some cake somewhere. And we have these."

He held up the box of chocolates, and there was a hopeful glint in his eyes that you would say yes, although if you mentioned that he'd probably throw the box at you and slam the door in your face.

"Sure," you agree, thankful as the cold had started making your toes numb, "tea sounds great."

He took you inside and you walked through the now familiar corridors to the drawing room you first met him in, the fireplace roaring and empty boxes of cauldron cakes on the coffee table, along with an empty bottle of fire whiskey.

"Sorry about the mess," he says, quickly gathering up the rubbish, "I just sort of like cauldron cakes."

"Seems that way," you giggle, taking off your coat and basking in the heat of the fire, "is that all you've eaten today? And the whiskey, have you had any water?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked across at you warming yourself in front of the fire. The outfit you had on was nice, he thinks, but he physically shook his head to rid the thought. I need to slow down on the whiskey. You seemed so casual about asking him, like you were his mother or something, and it wasn't the first time you'd made him think of her, either.

"I uh, well, I haven't had time."

"Haven't had time?" you said, spinning to scold him directly, "Draco, just because it's Christmas doesn't mean you shouldn't eat properly. You need to eat some proper food."

He begins to grin, really grin, and it was strange but nice to see. It even made you smile back.

"What?"

"Have you come here to tell me off, Y/L/N?"

"No, of course I haven't," you defend yourself, going over to him and taking some of the rubbish from his hands, "and I don't tell you off, I inform."

He just keeps grinning, and you can't help thinking how nice his smile is. You look down at the empty whiskey bottle in your hand and contemplate knocking yourself out for a few hours.

"C'mon," he says, and you look back up at his smiling face, "I'll make us some tea."

Time seemed to go by so quickly from the minute you got there. You drank tea in his favourite drawing room whilst the fire burned away, played a game of chess, and after a glass or two of water, cracked open a bottle of wine and began drinking it. It was expensive wine, but Draco said that his mother had so much of it that it was almost a waste not to drink it. The entire time you were thinking about going home, but each time you thought about it the less you wanted to go. The wine was good, and surprisingly, so was the company. Draco was turning out to not be as tightly wound as you previously thought, especially with some wine in him.

"That is not how to you play this game," he slurs, glass half full in his hand, two almost empty wine bottles on the side. You giggle, and it's so infectious he can't help himself, and you know you've never been this drunk before, not even on your eighteenth birthday party.

"S-shut up," you hiccup through your laughter, trying to line the cue up with the ball on the pool table, "I know what I'm doing Malfoy, just w-watch."

You go to hit the ball and completely miss, breaking down into a fit of laughter, and so does he, and it's so refreshing to see someone who is always miserable laugh like that. He makes his way over to you, putting down the wine glass and taking your arms from behind.

"Look like this," he tries to show you how to hold it, chest pressed against your back but far too drunk to even care, "hold it like this, and then try."

He tries aiming you, but it fails miserably, and you both end up in another fit of laughter. You drop the cue, but Draco stays behind you, and your head falls back against his shoulder.

"You're so funny," you tell him, gasping for air as you did so. His laughter dies down, but you're still giggling to yourself.

"You think so?" he asks you, and you turn around, face an inch away from his and your cheeks are rosy and eyes hazy from the wine. You're pretty. He thinks you're pretty. Or does the wine think you're pretty? He didn't know right now. He was running on cauldron cakes, chocolates, whiskey, and wine. Oh, and some bread that you made him eat.

"Y-yeah," you hiccup again, "like, I find you really annoying but I kind of like it when you laugh. Is that weird? That's weird, right?"

"No," he shakes his head, feeling so dizzy he just might collapse, "I mean, I don't think it's weird? Is it weird that I think you're really pretty tonight?"

His words register slowly in your mind, and suddenly you feel a lot more sober, remembering you'd just said that you like it when he laughs.

"Woah," you chuckle breathlessly, pushing him away slightly for some space, "I think we've drank too much. My mum is going to murder me."

He starts to understand his words himself, and then repeating what you had said about his laugh, and his stomach does a small flip, and he thinks he might vomit.

"Yeah, way too much," he agrees, stepping away and leaning against the wall, "we should call it a night. Can you make it home?"

"Oh shit," you grumble, holding your stomach because of the nausea, "I cannot apparate like this, I'll be violently ill."

Draco runs a hand down his face. The room is practically spinning.

"You can stay in one of the spare rooms," he manages to get out, not without having to hold his head to stop the spiralling, "I have some clothes you can borrow."

You just nod, tired and drunk and in need of a toilet right now. You can explain to your mother tomorrow, when you're not wanting to throw up over a pool table that probably cost a million Galleons.

The room he gives to you is so neat and tidy you feel bad about using it, but it had a toilet to empty your guts into and water from the sink. After some serious glugs of water and a few moments over the toilet seat, you start to feel a bit better. Draco had disappeared for some time, doing the exact same thing, but he was standing over of his private bathroom sink after vomiting up everything he had digested that day. He looked across at the clock on the side. 1:30am. That's how long you had been there drinking with him. It had only felt like a few hours.

"Fuck," he mumbles to himself, looking up at his reflection. You'd only come to hand over a gift, and now you were being sick in his guest bathroom. He kept thinking about calling you pretty, and each time he feels like lurching again. How utterly embarrassing, he barely knows you.

"Merlin, I'm pathetic," he says to himself, pulling away from the sink and taking a few deep breaths. He heads towards your room and knocks on the door gently, and soon after it clicks open and you appear, looking much more yourself.

"Better?" he asks, and you just nod in relief.

"So much better," you sigh, "are you?"

"I'm just so hungry now," he says, and you laugh at his answer.

"Snacks?" you suggest, "I think I might need something to dry up the wine."

"Sounds good," he said, gesturing for you to follow him, "and I know the best place to eat them."

Draco's pantry is like a muggle supermarket. You tell him this, but it goes unappreciated. You both take an armful of biscuits, crackers, cheese, and Christmas cake, followed by a more sensible choice of pumpkin juice. He takes you to the very top floor of the house and into a room that you think is going to be the attic but ends up being like the Astronomy tower at Hogwarts. There's a giant window in the roof and all you can see is stars, moonlight shining in and casting a beautiful light across the room. It was breathtaking.

"I can't believe you have a place like this in your house," you say, putting down the snacks on the floor as Draco pulls out a huge blanket and lays it on the ground, "the best I have is my bedroom window."

"This is my favourite place," he admits, sitting down and patting the space beside him, which you take happily, "I come here a lot to think."

He screws open a pumpkin juice for you, and you take it with a thank you, as he begins opening all the snack packets and previewing each one as he did so. As he's munching and opening, you just stare up at the black sky with little white specs across it. It's all so far away, and you wonder who might be looking back at you and not knowing it. They might just think they're looking up at the stars, too.

"Thinking hard?" Draco asks, breaking your thoughts.

"I was just thinking how big the world is, you know?" you tell him, "Like, all those little specs in the sky are something, and we're just here. Looking up at them. A small piece in a big puzzle."

Draco looks across at you staring up at the sky, and even with less wine in his system, he thinks you're pretty when the moonlight hits your face, and that outfit is cute.

"That was deep," he says, and you look across at him with a glint in your eye.

"I like being philosophical," you said, "can't handle the truth of the universe, Malfoy?"

He laughs, and then takes a sip of his juice.

"You know, you're the last person I'd imagine bringing up here."

You scoff, but you're still smiling.

"Gee, thanks."

"That wasn't a jab," he chuckles, "I just meant that a week ago we hardly knew one another."

"I guess we don't know all that much now." You admit, looking back up at the ceiling. He peers across at you, and for a little while, he just looks. How much a week can change is truly unbelievable.

"What do you want to know?" he asks you, and he gains your attention once more.

"What do you mean?"

"About me," he elaborates, "what do you want to know about me?"

You stare back at him, but this time you really look at his features. His eyes are a grey, blue colour, and his hair is so unnaturally white he could have bleached it. His jaw was sharp, like his nose, but he was overall quite handsome. Minus his awful attitude sometimes, he was quite a catch.

"Have you ever loved anyone?" you find yourself asking him, and you aren't entirely sure why. Were you curious if the great Draco Malfoy has ever been in love, or were you asking because the wine was still very much in your bloodstream? Either way, he seemed to really think on it.

"No, I don't think so," he answers quietly, looking up at the stars, "I've been with a few girls, but not really had a girlfriend in my eighteen years, so I'd say no."

"Not even Pansy Parkinson?"

He laughs. A genuine belly laugh, and the sound makes your heart feel happy.

"Merlin, no," he says as he calms down, "she was a friend if anything, we hooked up once but that was it. I don't even see her anymore."

"You slept with Parkinson?"

"Yeah?" he says casually, "what? I'm not exactly proud of it. She was my first."

This time you belly laughed.

"Seriously?" you say, and he just nods as he sips his drink, and then wipes his mouth on his sleeve.

"Alright, now you know mine, who's yours?"

You fell quiet and began to play with the rim of your pumpkin juice bottle. Should you tell him? You weren't entirely sure you could trust him yet, but when you looked back at him, there was something that told you he wasn't going to blab it to the entire school.

"A muggle guy," you admit shyly, expecting him to scold you to the ends of the earth, but instead he just hums and drinks his juice.

"A muggle, huh?" he says, "was he, like, your boyfriend?"

You could tell he was uncomfortable asking you that because the label on the pumpkin juice bottle just became interesting to him.

"No, he wasn't my boyfriend. I have muggle friends who don't know anything about this world, and it was one of them. He was sweet. It was at my seventeenth."

Draco just nods.

"I was fifteen."

"Huh?" you almost spit out your drink, but Draco seems unphased.

"Well, I was almost sixteen. It was just before the summer of our fifth year."

You wipe your mouth on a nearby napkin.

"I don't know why I'm surprised, really," you said, "you do have a reputation."

"For being a dick?"

"Yep."

He just bites his lower lip, smiling as he did so. You caught him doing it, and your eyes fell to where his pearly whites sunk into the flesh of his lip. Was this guy attractive or were you still drunk?

"You've changed, though," you say quickly, and his eyes fall on yours again, "you're still an arse, but this last week I've seen you change. It's good."

Draco doesn't say anything for a moment, but he's looking at you and his eyes are dancing across your features and the moonlight is reflecting in them and if this was anyone else the situation would have been romantic.

"I don't want to be the person everyone thinks I am," he confesses to you, his eyes still locked on yours, "I don't want to be the person you think I am. The other day, when you threw that stupid drawing into the fire, that was the nicest shit anyone has ever done for me. Can you believe that?"

You just listen, absentmindedly leaning towards him as you do so. He continues.

"People don't know but I find socialising really tiring and awkward, especially if its genuine, and honestly I just want someone to hang out with. That's how sad I am."

"I don't think that's sad," you say softly, and his eyes are on yours and you're closer and he smells so good and you realise, that was no Amortentia, that's just how delicious Draco smells, "besides, we're buds now, right?"

He chuckles deeply, taking those grey eyes away and putting them back on the sky above you.

"Yeah, we're buds now," he agrees, looking down at you through the corner of his eyes, "and you're not bothered what your other friends might think."

"Why would I be?" you say, "you're not the devil, Draco. Anyway, I get to choose who I'm buds with."

"You're not half bad, you know that Y/L/N?"

You sit up a little straighter and look him up and down playfully.

"Neither are you, Malfoy. And call me Y/N, yeah?"

He smiles and forces some air through his nose.

"Y/N," he repeats, "alright then."

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

#draco malfoy #draco #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco x ravenclaw!reader #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x female reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hpff

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enchantedlandcoffee · 5 months

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Christmas Themed Prompts

Kissing under the mistletoe

Cuddling by the fire

Shopping for gifts

Secret Santa

Christmas Cards

Ice Skating

Winter Wonderland Date

Cold Noses

Visiting Santa

Petting reindeer

Dancing to Christmas Music

Cookie Decorating

Decorating the house/tree

Snuggling up for a christmas film

Christmas Carolling

Christmas Dinner

Christmas Crackers

Opening Presents

Board Games

Advent Calendars

#christmas prompts #drawing prompts #writing prompts #ash's prompts #prompts

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honeydewcorporation · 6 months

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Fun facts!

There are just over 6,000 species of hummingbirds!

Because of some obscure case law from the 1850s, in Washington state, you can go to jail for up to 20 years if you lose your house to a forest fire.

The color that most wall to wall carpeting averages out to is called "Scrantham Blue."

Scientists believe they've found two halves of a dinosaur fossil on the eastern coast of South America and the west coast of Africa separated by continental drift.

Initial designs for the microwave oven were top-loaded and included a spring-based ejection mechanism much like that of a toaster. For obvious reasons, this was later discarded.

Our solar system is being flung out of the Milky Way galaxy and will officially leave in 350 billion years.

As of 2018, Mt Everest is considered the third tallest mountain on Earth, with second place being Mt Taliann in New Zealand and first place being Mt Iconogua in Chile.

99% of the data stored on the internet is located in one server room.

The Atlantic ocean is deep enough to completely submerge Pluto

Female seahorses are the fastest aquatic animal in the world. In a life or death situation, they can expel all of the fluid in their body from their mouth, propelling themselves backwards at over half the speed of sound for a few milliseconds.

If you printed out the longest possible word document, it would be able to wrap around the sun twice.

The FDA officially classifies Cheez-it crackers as cookies because of their sugar content.

The Wright Brothers patented a kite-propelled plow design that never really took off.

#misinformation #lies #falsehoods #honeydew corporation #fun facts #hummingbirds #mountains #history #space #evil facts

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honey-minded-hivemind · 5 months

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For the Wings of Fire 🐛SilkWing🦋 AU, I have a few things in mind. SilkWings are colorful and rare in this au, as for each separate tribe au, that tribe is the equivalent of mutants for the dragons. SilkWings aren't necessarily hated or anything, but there aren't many, the ones that do exist act elusive for the most part, and the young ones, the dragonets, are hard to find but once found are hidden away. Flamesilks, the rare few who were caught by the other Pantalan tribes, were used for their silk, and the other SilkWings freed them. SilkWings are usually calm, but when one of their own is endangered, especially a dragonet, they go from serene butterfly to deadly moth. Are vegetarians.

So. Many. Colors. Reds, red-oranges, oranges, yellow-oranges, yellows, golds, yellow-greens, green-yellows, greens, green-blues, blue-greens, blues, indigos, purples, browns, whites, silvers, grays, pinks, etc. ... And they are iridescent to boot.

Just because they are vegetarian doesn't mean their food isn't tasty. Roasted yams, baked potatoes, mushrooms, broccoli, carrots, sweet peas, charred brussel sprouts, tomato bisques, cream of mushroom soup, fried onions, cream of corn, corn-on-the-cob, grits, apples, oranges, bananas, pineapples, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, lemon cakes, key lime pies, strawberry tarts, cherry preserves,, pecans, walnuts, cashews, chestnuts, hazelnuts, peanuts, pecan pies, hazelnut mousse, boiled peanuts, walnut brownies, honey, honey-roasted everything! Even different grains, like white rice, brown rice, jasmine rice, oats, barley, wheat, whole-wheat bread, oatmeal, porridge, crackers, biscuits, cookies... Herbs such as rosemary, garlic, thyme, pepper, dill, mint, sage, etc. ... Even seaweed from the sea...

Hugging is practiced, crocheting and knitting silk blankets and scarves happens every other day, planting gardens and collecting seeds, feeding birds and making bird feeders with pinecones, peanut butter, and various seeds, collecting various rocks and minerals and gems, weaving silk hammocks between their tree top homes and constructing bridges and building homes and huts and the like with wood, flax, leaves, and more silk...

Dragonets are cared for and protected, but seldom allowed to leave the hidden home of the SilkWings... But they are met with open arms and wings, accepted completely as they are, and aren't expected to get everything right all of the time.

And then Monarch (SilkWing! Reader) stumbles into their lives...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🐉Wings of Fire AU #🐛SilkWing🦋 AU

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lollipencil · 9 months

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In The Pale Moonlight

Ok, so I was going about my day, then I saw this. And I just knew it would not leave me alone unless I did this. So, @harleyification I did a thing with your thing. Hope you don't mind. Everyone else, enjoy and be gentle.

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Thunder cracked loud enough to made the windows shudder. But that was not what woke Steven Grant up. The answer alluded him as usual, but not its source. "Marc," he softly called out, tears still trickling in thin streams down onto the bum bag acting as his pillow. No reply.

Sitting up, he blearily checked the watch Jake had found and managed to get working. 10:26 eventually came in focus. A sigh synced with a gust of wind that russled the tarp acting as a blanket.

"I'm up," Steven said into the seemingly empty warehouse, "I'm up." Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Steven winced as his stomach complained: "Did we eat before sleeping?" "Somewhat," came the familar echoing voice of Khonshu, "three medium salted crackers and a... 'babyccino'." "Well, it's better than yesterday." "There are five of the crackers in the front pouch." Sighing half in contentment half in reluctent acceptence, Steven pulled two out of the pocket.

It had been a while since any of them had eaten a full meal, let alone three of them in a single day. Ever since arriving in Gotham. Jake and Marc had swore to him that they also had no memory of running away to Gotham, they had implied that they had plenty of reason to run away (something which, combined with the knowledge of having to share a body, took a while to digest), but hadn't actually done it. Steven suspected Khonshu had something to do with it.

Silently, he chewed as Khonshu made himself visible, seated on a dented barrel in front of him. "So," Steven began once finished, "We heading out?" "Indeed." At his very thought, Steven's suit hid their tatty hoodie and jeans from sight. "Best not keep everyone waiting then."

The first thing that he saw was the bat-signal lighting up the sky where the moon would normally be. "Looks like the big bad bat's about," Jake piped up, "Think we might got a cookie from him?" "More like a scolding," Marc added, still sounding a bit choked up. For most of the evening, nothing out of the ordinary happened. None of Batman's rouges was so much as faintly heard as they patroled, only low-level goons and muggers. Marc and Jake saw no reason to step in, Jake even falling back asleep as Steven dealt with a girl more nervous than her attempted victim.

Until midnight.

Two men cornering a kid in an alley. Only the tuff of dark hair was visible from behind their backs. Taking them out was the easiest thing that night; thrown pole for one, a punch for the other. "Hey," Steven soothed once he noticed the kid had used the distraction to hid behind a bin, taking off the suit, "It's ok. They're out cold. You got a phone to-?"

The kid had stepped out with a look of awe. Dressed in a domino mask and with a very notable traffic light colour scheme. "He's so little," Marc breathed, haunted by a similar image. "I haven't seen you before," Robin said with a wide grin, "Who are you? How'd you do that with the eyes and the white suit? Can you teach me the thing with the poles? How's Gotham treating you?" The rapid-fire questions suddenly stopped as Robin pulled out his phone and sent off a text before blinking back up at Steven: "Someone will pick these guys up when they can. You hungry?"

Steven almost said no. Then Khonshu appeared from the shadows behind Robin. He nodded. Which is how, just after midnight, Steven found himself following Robin into a all night diner with the promise of a burger.

"It's on me," Robin had assured before going in, showing a wad of cash discreetly. "Um, yes, hello? We would like two burgers. Uh, please?" Steven awkwardly ordered as Robin smiled by his side. If the sight of Robin standing and ordering food with a random boy was strange to the cashier, he hid it well behind a bored expression. "Do you want fries with that?" "Um, hold on, give me a sec," Steven ruffled about his pocket. The familer shard of mirror, edges blunted by duct tape, showed Marc waiting in his reflection. "What do I do?" Steven whispered to him. "Get the fries. You'll need the energy in the coming days," came the rather dramatic reply. "Yes, please," Steven turned his attention back to the cashier, not noticing Robin's expression, "the fries would be great."

The rain had finally started when their food came out. Jake crawled up near the front as the plate was set down in the table while Marc slinked away. "So," Robin popped a fry into his mouth, "Powers?" "Yeah, that's one way of putting it," Steven forwent decorum and went for the biggest bite he could. "What would be the other way?" Robin said around a smaller bite of his own.

Steven swallowed and thought. "What do you know about the egyptian gods?" he eventually asked. "I know that there were a lot of them," Robin slowly, almost shamefully, replied. "Well, a long, long, long time ago, they ruled in the open. And when they did, it was common practice to take up a avatar. Someone to carry out their will on this realm." "Like a butler?" Robin asked. "Yeah, close enough," Steven nodded between bites, "Priest would be closer, actually. Spreading the word and all that. After Egypt stopped worshipping them, most withdrew from humanity." "Most?"

For a moment, that night felt like it had just happened. Blood leaking through clenched fists, and a voice offering a deal. A promise for a promise. "All but one," Steven finally said, letting his eyes glow with power, "People still travel by night, and Khonshu refused to leave them unprotected. Even when it led to him being banished."

Silence stayed with them after that. Somehow, Steven managed to eat the whole burger plus some fries, with Robin happily picking up his slack on that front. A ping shattered the silence between them. Robin looked down at his phone, then back up: "He wants to talk."

It wasn't far, which in itself felt unfair. As the Batmobile grew more and more visible, every statement Steven, Jake, and a hastily woken Marc could come up with seemed to fall apart. "Just keep calm," Marc tried to sooth, "If things get bad, back off and we'll handle it." "Yeah," Jake tried to summon his usual bravado. Then the top opened with a hiss.

Smoothly, as if made from the shadows that covered the alley, Batman exited and stood before them. "Heya B," Robin grinned, "Remember what I asked for last week." "Hmm." "I mean, come on, he's perfect. Could use some training, but he's got a suit already and everything." "Wa-wait," Steven struggled to keep up, "What's going on?" Robin looked both smug and utterly innocent: "No offence, but based on your clothes I'd assume you're either homeless or in a bad situation. I want a brother, you need a good home, and you're already doing the whole 'mask' thing. It's a win for everyone!"

Jake laughed loud and sudden, almost making Steven flinch. "Little Birdie's good," he managed out through his giggles. Meanwhile, Batman had pulled out three pictures: "Which is you?"

Swallowing, Steven decided to be honest, "In a way, all of them, but me specifically, this one." The Bat tilted his head as he took in the one Steven had pointed at. "'In a way'?" "It's not something to be dicussed out in the open," Steven slowly stated, eyes flicking around as if someone else was going to pop out.

The three of them waited for him to push, to demand an answer. But he backed off. "Is he right?" Batman asked instead. At their lack of a reply, he held out his hand. Baffled, they stared at it as if the concept of a hand was foreign to them. "If he is right, you can come with us. It can be for as long as you want, even if it's just for a night." "Yeah, under that cowl, B's just a big ol' teddy bear," Robin added with a cheeky yet still genuine smile.

Emotions swirled and mixed inside them. Distrust. Confusion. Fustration. Hope. Khonshu sat the Batmobile, looking at them. He nodded again. And Steven's hand slid into the Batman's as though it had been made for it.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#batman #steven grant #khonshu #jake lockley #marc spector #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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