red pom pom hat

ok but tim making fun of kon’s pom pom hat and kon’s like haha no i will not let this stand. ma kent made this for me you asshole.

and so kon goes up to ma kent all puppy eyes and is just like isn’t it SO SAD how all the batkids don’t have anyone to knit them clothes for winter. 

he goes on and on about poor tim being a shivering little mess without even a pair of gloves to his name. 

(it’s got the benefit of being true. tim tends to go out criminally underdressed for cold weather and uses kon as his own personal space heater.)

anyway by the time kon’s done with his sob story martha knows that something must be done for those poor wayne children.

come christmas morning all the batkids get a pom pom hat. ALL. OF. THEM.

imagine it. the whole batfam decked out in martha kent made pom pom hats. 

after this day, there’s a lovely picture on dick’s mantle of tim glowering at the camera with a fire hydrant red pom pom hat perched atop his head.

there’s a similarly outfitted jason and damian glaring murderously at tim in the background (they know who to blame for this travesty).

right next to it is a picture of steph and cass smiling brightly, their heads bent together and tugging just slightly at each other’s hat strings.

dick giddily wears his sky blue pom pom hat everywhere and sends martha kent pics of him wearing it around town. 

he also sends her a thank you letter (the boy has manners) and a request to please send bruce one? after all, bruce is feeling a bit left out :(

martha ofc honors his request. she sends bruce a black pom pom hat with very distinct yellow accents and stern instructions to keep warm for winter.

clark took trails around after bruce constantly that winter, wearing his own blue pom pom hat and sneaking in selfies with bruce at superspeed :))

batman in a pom pom hat is sort of a meme among the justice league that year.

by the time next christmas rolled around, bruce still hasn’t forgiven dick for this stunt.

It’s a Marshmallow World

My gift for @reyyskywalkersolo as a part of Bellarke Secret Santa exchange. I hope you like it and happy holidays! 

Bellarke Christmas coffee shop fluff, that’s all there is. 

Huge thanks to @alltheworldsinmyhead and @thejgatsbykid for looking it over for me; you are amazing and you deserve all the chocolate there is in the world! <3


It’s the first day of December and Clarke isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit at all.

Her day was a mess, her socks are wet from the sludge that seeped into her boots and if she hears another “Merry Christmas!” she’s going to deck someone with an appropriate amount of joy.

And just as someone dressed into a Santa suit stops to wish her happy holidays, she spots it - a coffee shop, conveniently placed right on the corner. All of its lights are pouring onto the pavement and to Clarke, who would do anything to get warmed up, it looks like heaven.  

She rushes across the street, her nose seconds away from falling off and her fingers chunks of ice but the moment she steps inside the Dropship Café it feels like she’s been wrapped into a big hug.

The place is brimming with people, students much like herself occupying the tables next to electrical outlets and other sorts – some of them are quiet, some are loud, but all the voices make for an excellent background noise.

The Dropship Café feels like a coffee shop should – cheerful, warm and homey and so she makes her way toward the counter, nearly stopping in her tracks as she spots the barista. He’s beautiful in a way that makes her want to get out a piece of paper and spend the whole evening sketching him. Messy curls brushing the dimples in his cheeks, constellations of freckles and when he smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Hi, welcome to the Dropship, can I take your order?”

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[Images not mine. This fic was requested by Peaches aka the ever so lovely @queenofiinsanityI hope you all love it. This fic is mainly fluffy/cheesy nonsense with a sexy twist at the end. WARNING: MILD DADDY KINK Requests are always open! Xoxo, Doc]

           “What’s this? What’s this?” I sang, sliding down the hallway.
           “There’s colour everywhere
           What’s this?
           There’s white things in the air-” I hummed for a little bit, forgetting some of the words as I skipped into the kitchen and began getting the ingredients ready to bake Christmas cookies. 
           “There’s children throwing snowballs
           Instead of throwing heads
           They’re busy building toys
           And absolutely no one’s dead-”
           “What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” I heard his confused growl and I whipped around, dropping the flour. 
           He sat at the island cleaning guns with Frost and I giggled, spinning around to shake the tail of my reindeer onesie before I turned back to them. 
           “I’m getting into the Christmas spirit Puddin’, it’s two days away!” I said excitedly, picking up the bag of flour and moving to grab the broom. 
           “The what now?” He grunted and I smiled. 
           Mister J never celebrated Christmas, not once, but we’ve been together a long time and I love Christmas so this year I was going to celebrate no if’s, and’s, or’s, or buts. Having cleaned up my mess I began again. 
           “Christmas silly. You know, pine trees, cookies, snow, Santa Claus and all that great junk,” Twirling around everything was silent for a long time until I started rolling the dough for my cookies. 
           “We’re not celebratin’ Christmas this year or any year doll, so you might as well toss all of that out,” Mister J said and I paused, pouting. 
           “Why not Mister J? Everyone loves Christmas! Right Frosty?” I turned to Frost who stared at me blankly.
           “I hate Christmas,” he grumbled. 
           “Traitor. Okay, fine, everyone except you two fellas loves Christmas,” I put the tray in the oven and closed it, setting the timer.
           Mister J set his gun down rolling his neck and sighing in exasperation. He can be mad all he wants the big ole’ scrooge, he can moan and fuss and when he gets his present he will kick himself for ever hating Christmas. Mister J walked around the island and flicked the bell hanging from the zipper. 
           “We are not celebrating Christmas and if you got a problem with that Rudolph, you might not be able to play in all the reindeer games that will be goin’ down tomorrow night,” he said it coldly, his tone threatening and yet amused. 
           Crossing my arms over my chest I glared at him. He knows I’ve wanted to do this job with him for weeks. I had it all planned, I had been dreaming about it since I brought it up and now he wants to take it away and all because I want to celebrate Christmas with my him. 
           “Fine Mister Grinch, but you’re on my naughty-list now, and not in a good way!”
           He grinned at me and I huffed trudging off to the bedroom and slamming the door. Bah Humbug he says, doesn’t wanna celebrate he says, why I oughta’… I sighed. 
Going into my closet I shut the door behind me and turned on the light before sinking to the floor. Lifting the corner of my pink carpet I pulled up the board and pulled out Mister J’s gift. I had had it made special just for him and I wrapped it all nice and pretty with blue wrapping paper and a nice pink bow. Tucking it back in its special place I sat there a while. Smiling to myself I jingled the little bell on my onesie and looked through the box of ornaments and lights I had stashed away. 
           I won’t push Mister J, it was never a good to bug him too much. Besides, there was always next year and the year after that. I just had to warm him up to the idea, that’s all. Slipping out of my onesie I tucked it in the box and pushed it to the back of my closet. My Puddin’ and I have some work to do, I wasn’t giving up my Christmas dreams I was just putting them on the shelf for now until he was ready.


***Mister J’s P.O.V

           “Y/N!” I yelled, getting annoyed by the grating beeping of the cooking timer.
           She didn’t reply and I growled picking it up and throwing it out the window, hopefully it hits someone walking by the building to make it a bit more satisfying. Y/N didn’t reply again when I called, I don’t understand why this Christmas business was so important to her it was ridiculous. 
           Pulling open the oven I slipped on a mitt and tossed the tray of cookies onto the counter and paused. Admittedly they smelled fantastic; the smell of ginger filled the kitchen and gave it a warmer feel which I did not particularly like. I kicked the oven door shut and turned it off, turning back to the cookies. Growling I rolled my neck and glared at them accusingly.

***Harley’s P.O.V (Christmas Day)

           I woke up feeling a slight chill and I reached beside me for Mister J but he wasn’t there. Cracking open an eye I saw a black envelope resting on his pillow. Strange. Picking it up I pulled out a note-card and in the most elegant red calligraphy Mister J had written:
“Come outside, 
                         come to play, 
                                               Daddy’s got a present, 
                                                                                    Your Mister J.” 
           My tired brain was confused for a couple of seconds. What did he mean come to play? The big game was yesterday, we played all day killing people left right and centre, and then we played all night too when we got home. I had the bite marks and the bruises to prove it. Then it clicked in my head… today is Christmas… today is Christmas does that mean… I mean it is possible, and I am hoping it means what I think it means but would he really? Quickly I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before I threw open the bedroom door. I gasped, looking at the blinking lights that lined the hall and I followed the trail of candy canes into the living room where he sat. 
           He looked in no way happy but he looked almost pleased sitting in his chair by the fire with a big Christmas tree beside him decorated with my ornaments, and he wore a black Santa hat with a red pom-pom. There was a single present under the tree in a black box with a red bow and the entire flat was covered in tinsel, lights, cotton (snow), and candy. I grinned skipping over to him and plopping down in his lap and I swung my legs over the arm of the chair. Twirling the pom-pom around my finger my hand dropped and I stroked his cheek and gave him the biggest kiss I could. 
           “You did all this for me, Puddin’?” My cheeks hurt from grinning so widely but I couldn’t help it. 
           “You know I’d do anything for you, Y/N. Now why don’t you open your gift?” He brushed his nose against mine. 
           “Wait! I forgot yours!” 
           I bolted from his lap, returning in record time and I placed his gift in his hand and sat before him. Resting my chin on his knee I felt like bouncing around like a child with the excitement I was feeling. 
           “Open it,” I felt giddy and impatient. 
           He opened the box and pulled out the purple and black barber blade I had gotten him with a mold of a gold joker at the bottom of the handle. In tiny gold lettering at the top of the blade was “To the King of Crime, Love your Q” and I watched as he stroked the blade with his thumb. He didn’t react though; he just stared at it for a long time. 
           “You hate it,” I pouted, “oh I’m sorry Puddin’, I really messed up on-”
           “No,” he said roughly and I perked up, getting onto my knees. 
           “It’s beautiful, so thoughtful,” his thumb brushed my lower lip, “thank you, Y/N.” 
           I smiled and he gestured to my gift with the blade. Oooooh goody! I crawled over to it and pulled off the lid squealing in delight as I pulled out a blue and pink rhinestone encrusted collar I had eyed up at a joint twelve blocks from here a few months back. Mister J had had it personalised though, a little gold jester charm hung down and on a metal square in the centre had in a fancy script “Daddy’s Little Monster”. 
“Oh Mister J, I love it!” 

***Mister J P.O.V

           It looked good on her, I noted, before she crawled back into my lap and she kissed me with the skill of the devil himself. Digging my fingers into her hips, she rolled them, rubbing herself against me and I growled. 
           “Merry Christmas, Mister J,” she said in a breathless whisper. 
           “The cookies are gone,”
           “Frost?”
           She knew damn well it wasn’t Frost but I wasn’t going to confirm anything for her. 
           “I can make more,” she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe, “but I want some Christmas Pudding.”
           Suddenly this holiday didn’t seem all that bad. I made a move to lift her but she slid away from me, her eyes dark and playful just the way I liked them. 
           “I have one more present, count to fifty Mister J then come to the room.” 
           She didn’t take her eyes off me as she backed away slowly, tantalizing and slow before she disappeared from my sight. I only made it to thirty before I went after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl. Pushing open the bedroom door she was there and waiting. She lay on the bed wearing nothing but a red silk ribbon that barely concealed anything, the big bow tied at the front to cover her breasts and she smiled at me.
           “Time to unwrap your present, daddy,”
           “Oh honey, I think this is the greatest present yet,” I purred in satisfaction. 
           Y/N arched her back and her rouged fingernails trailed down the pale expanse of her stomach, and danced between her legs where the ribbon covered her. My body was on fire just looking at her and I began to unbutton my shirt while watching her hands move. 
           “By the way,” I said, letting it fall to the floor. 
           “I also have another present for you,” I watched as her brows knit together in confusion and curiosity. 
           Reaching into my pant pocket I pulled out a pair of red and green furry handcuffs and a red and black ball gag. A small, sexy little gasp escaped her and I smirked as I moved slowly toward her. 
           “Merry Christmas, Y/N. Now, have you been naughty or nice?”