hold *my* coffee

"Strong is fighting. It’s hard and it’s painful and it’s every day." -buffy summers

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taketheshct

“oh yeah, i never do sleep, if i’m being honest,” clint replied, pouring himself his… fifth? cup of coffee. he didn’t know; he’d lost count. he always did. lucky was curled up at his feet and let out a soft sigh. he leaned down to scratch his dog’s ears. he often forgot just how hard the transition had been for both of them; though lucky was adjusting far easier than clint was, if he was being really honest with himself. pizza dog always bounces back, y’know? “what about you?” he asked, turning to iris. he didn’t know the reporter all that well, just that she was… well, a reporter and seemed to be incredibly kind-hearted. “what’re y’doing up?”

She had a questioning look as to why he was pouring a cup of coffee at two in the morning, though she opted not to ask, knowing that everyone had their own thing. She smiled warmly at the dog, before asking. “Is it okay if I pet your dog?” She smiled softly, motioning towards the plate, silently offering the man a cookie. “Baking.” She answered.

[chinuplittlepup]

WHY AREN’T YOU INVITING ME TO TRIVIA NIGHT? Why wouldn’t I be interested? I LOVE TRIVIA! I LOVE NIGHTS!!!

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lois-lcnes

“What is that?”

Lois teased, rubbing her hands over her face before she bends down to pick up the waste bin she clumsily knocked over. “Feels like I haven’t done that in ages.” The brunette continues, walking over towards the kitchen sink to wash her hands. Ever since she arrived at the mansion, Lois has felt on edge. It had nothing to do with the occupants, but rather the reality of why she was here. “I’m exhausted.”

Iris stifled a laugh at her friend’s clumsiness, watching as she watches her hands, silently offering the other reporter a cookie. She took one for herself, feeling the sensation of pleasure that one can only get while biting into a warm chocolate chip cookie. “It’s fine.” She assured the other. “Yeah, me too.” She agreed, feeling the weight of being up so early or rather so late. “How’re you doing?” 

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agtmockingbird

    “nope,” bobbi shook her head as she took a seat in the kitchen, “and looks like you couldn’t either?” she pointed to the oven and baked items. despite it being two in the morning, the blonde couldn’t help thinking how good one of the cookies might be — if they were all stuck in the mansion, it wouldn’t do any good sulking about it. and, although her go-to was being in a lab or even twirling her batons to calm herself while she thought, cookies seemed like they were the next best option. if ka-zar didn’t somehow fall asleep with an ease that almost made bobbi jealous, there’s no doubt the corgi would be with her right now. “do you always bake at odd times of the night? or is it a circumstantial thing.”

She smiled sheepishly, realizing the hypocrisy in her question, surely to ask the question, she would also need to be up. “Want one?” She offered, motioning towards the plate of cookies, feeling a bit sheepish about the quantity of cookies she had baked. She fiddled slightly with the small timer, waiting to pull the last batch out of the oven. She seemed to freeze like a deer in headlights, unsure of how to answer the question, because it was a circumstantial thing, but is it really fair to call it a circumstantial thing if she contributed nothing to the time shift. She took a deep breath, feeling the guilt settling in her, as she began to speak. “Yeah, it’s a circumstantial thing.”

[ivoryborn-blog]

(¸.• ♛ → Over a few days now here was not really that much of a big deal but honestly, she was getting worried about suddenly being in this place, that was all. A small sigh escaped from her lips now just taking a sip from her drink, right now this is what she needed, however, everything was interrupted when a guy approached to her, was being rude and now that made her a bit mad and when she’s mad Killer Frost come out, the only good thing is that at least she wasn’t that bad as before but still, she has her temper “Believe me, you don’t want to make me mad” Her voice now was a bit icy and her eyes changed, now her hair turning white and grabbed the other by the arm “How about if you leave before I freeze you entirely?” And she was actually doing it, to prove her point just in the arm, not really noticing that someone was looking.

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“Hey!” Iris yelled, running over towards Caitlin, knowing that she had definitely been provoked by the man, and even though that would usually entail a punch in the face from the woman, she was more focused on removing the doctor from the situation before Killer Frost emerged, and the man would freeze to death. “Hey, Caitlin.” She whispered to her friend, lightly gripping her wrist. “C’mon, lets go, he’s not worth it.” She said, her voice even and calm, as she slowly tried to coax Caitlin away. “And you,” She began, turning towards the man, “Piss off.”

[vivienvalentino]

Being The Mom Friend™

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fvstmvn

the clock on his nightstand read two, much to wally’s frustration. he’d been trying to sleep for three hours now. after tossing and turning for a while, wally finally sat up and began slipping on his slippers. perhaps a late night snack would help him to sleep—or at least a cup of milk since he wasn’t that hungry, surprisingly. he noticed the lights in the kitchen were on and the sweet aroma of baked goods wafting towards him. suddenly he was a little hungry. he peeked inside and saw the familiar back of his aunt iris. smiling, wally stepped inside but just then a tray of cookies caught his attention. his eyes lit up and in a flash he appeared in front of them, although his head bumped into some hanging pots and pans. “hey aunt iris,” he smiled apologetically as he held his forehead. “sorry did i scare you? the cookies. they just smell so good.”

She calmed down significantly at seeing her nephew, moving to hug him, squeezing tightly, releasing him, before promptly lightly flicking the side of his head. “This is why there’s a ‘no powers inside’ rule. Specifically for the reason of not giving your aunt a heart attack.” She scolded lightly, moving away from him to grab two glasses from a cabinet, grabbing the milk from the fridge, rolling her eyes while nodding towards the cookies, letting him know that he was free to eat some, pouring herself a glass of milk, leaving the bottle on the table for him if he wanted some. She proceeded to grab a cookie and dunk it into her milk for a few seconds before beginning to eat the cookie, pausing for a moment. “So, what’s got you cuddling up to your insomnia?”

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queengodessstorm

“ Nice to meet you Iris. I’m Ororo.” She held out her free hand. “ We all deal with stress in different ways.”

She smiled brightly at the other, moving to shake her hand. “Yeah, I guess.” She shrugged slightly, glancing at the small oven timer, making sure that there was no possible way she could’ve burned the last batch. “So, how long you been here, Ororo?” She asked, curious about getting to know the other woman.

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gvmbits

“nope,” he replied simply as he reached over to take a cookie. usually the cajun wouldn’t feel so sluggish but after the nightmare he’d been subjected to he had more than enough reason. “is dis how y’been coping?” he asked, brows raised as he nodded his head towards the racks of desserts. “not dat i’m complainin’ , but i think you’ve made enough to feed da mansion twice over, chere.”

She smiled slightly, taking a cookie herself, fiddling with the small oven timer. She shrugged, “Yeah, it appears so.” She answered, slightly delirious from lack of sleep, lightly laughing out of exasperation. “I just, couldn’t really stop, needed something to do, ya know?”

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ofkidflash

Bart was aware that time travel makes everything complicated, especially when it comes to their family. He had a strong bond with his cousin Wally, as that was the first person he saw when he came to this century. “You sure? I thought we were supposed to always worry about other people first. It’s what Jay always said, uh, I just have a lot going on in my head.” Bart plops down on the couch with a frown. “I just, I saw two of my best friends die in that other place, and it felt so real.”

She smiles sadly at his words, draping an arm around his shoulder, hugging him slightly. “Yeah, unfortunately for you, you come from a family of worriers.” She said to him, rubbing her thumb across his shoulder, a small gesture to convey that she was there for him, in an attempt to keep him grounded. “I’m so sorry, Bart.” She told him, hugging him a little tighter. “I know, and it’s important that you’re there for them because, this is probably as difficult for them.” She said to him, hoping that it was good advice. “But, I’m here if you need to talk, sweetie. Okay?”

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shklah

as the woman offers her one of the confectionery treats, the succubus finds herself reaching for one of the cookies, a slight shrug rolling off of her shoulders. “thank you.” after taking a bite, she offers the rest to the small dragon that had situated itself atop her shoulder. “i am looking for my husband. he is tall, usually dressed in red - most would say he’s got the habit of getting on people’s nerves.” while the qualities she reads off may not be ideal ones when speaking of one’s betrothed, all things horrid were what shiklah was raised to see as endearing and attractive. so while wade left most people wishing they were dead, shiklah found herself falling harder and harder for the merc with a mouth. “he is better known as deadpool.” then it’ll hit her that she’s barged into a home she’s never been in before and is already demanding answers from someone she doesn’t know, so she’ll offer a hand out to the other to shake. “where are my manners…” there’s a slight shake of her head. “i am shiklah. i am not entirely sure where i am. i am familiar with this city but something is very off.”

She had tried piecing together who would fit the description she had given, many fitting in some way and completely off base about other factors. “Oh!” She exclaimed, nodding slightly. “Yeah, he’s around here somewhere, I haven’t run into him though.” She told the other woman, smiling slightly as she introduced herself. “I’m Iris.” She said, introducing herself. “And, yeah we’re in 1974, I’m assuming that you know it from the future?” She asked, because you could never really be too sure.

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shklah

   shiklah is no stranger to the surface world, her only reason for ever actually making an appearance being to follow around her husband, the merc with a mouth. though this wasn’t the same as how shiklah had remembered it. the city still stood tall however there were notable differences in the shops, the media and even the people. approaching the large mansion, she eyed a familiar name that gave her an inclination that perhaps this would be a safe place for her until she could track down wade. upon entering a dim purple light emits from her hand to light her way though it’s quick to go out when her flying companion, her pet dragon bug, is making a mess of whatever is sitting atop a shelving unit. the other voice doesn’t startle her though since it is unfamiliar, shiklah doesn’t allow her guard to fall. “sleep?” she muses, confusion contorting to her features. “not quite. i am looking for someone. is this your home?”

Iris was a bit speechless, she thought she had seen weird things a talking gorilla was pretty weird but nothing seemed to stick out as much as the obviously confused woman with a large insect hovering, who seemed to clearly be a fish out of water. “Oh, um, no.” She responds, before thinking to herself, that it might be for awhile. “Cookie?” She offers, motioning towards the plate of cookies, feeling a bit amused by the situation, offering the woman a kind smile. “Who’re you looking for?”

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chairdood

Ned’s read about countless stories about time travel and disasters and crises. He never imagined to live them. Nonetheless, he had it better than the others. He never fought on the frontline, he ran. After the whole ordeal had been over, he knew nothing would be the same. He tries, but he just can’t seem to even get his head around it. Now he was back in the seventies again.

At least someone was making cookies. He hopes they were willing to share. His tired state didn’t warn him of the chair in his way, colliding with it. He took a few steps back, eyes widened at the noise. “S-sorry. Um..yeah, I guess you could say that.”

A soft smile immediately fell across her face, feeling relaxed at seeing the teenager. “It’s fine, nothing to be sorry about. Cookie?” She offered, motioning towards the plate, taking one for herself, before looking at the small cooking timer that she had set. She moved to sit on the counter, munching on her cookie, offering him a warm smile. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

[ofkidflash]

STARTER FOR @repcrterwest !

It was important for Bart to see everyone he cares about. He knew that he shouldn’t use his superspeed indoors, Jay Garrick had made that very clear while raising him, it was a rule unless there was a special circumstance. This was one of those times, he stops in front of Iris, a smile on his face since he was trying to stay positive. “Grandma! Are you okay? I haven’t seen you, and I was just worried.”

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Iris was a bit thrown off by the grandma comment, immediately reminding herself that it was time travel, and she immediately offered a kind smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She told him, feeling a growing affection for the boy. “There’s no need to worry about me.” She told him, schoocing over on the couch, patting next to her. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, feeling her maternal instincts kick in alerting her that something was wrong. 

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vctorstcne

body steadies itself after he trips over the coffee table underneath him, letting out a nervous chuckle. way to go victor. he’d just been trying to make his way through the mansion for what he didn’t really know. his mind was just too awake for him to really sleep. not that he needed sleep, truthfully. his systems could easily keep the human parts of him energized for hours. he turns to the woman with a light grin, shoulders shrugging. “i guess you could call it that.” he admits. he recognizes the woman as his teammates partner, eyebrow raising. “did you just arrive?”

She visibly relaxes, no longer scared about hearing a noise, but feeling mad at herself for being so jumpy. She offered him a small smile, drumming her fingers on the counter top, the small white egg timer continuously clicking. “I’m sorry.” She says, trying to ignore the fact that she was up due to her insomnia. “Relatively. I kind of was lost among the chaos.” She told him, shrugging her shoulders. “Cookie?” She offered, motioning towards the plate of cookies that were done.

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grecnarrow

oliver couldn’t lie, he hadn’t really been trying to keep himself presentable the past few days. even if he was back in ‘74, he was a changed man. and the images of him holding his families bodies close to him after he was too late was something that would forever haunt him. but he doesn’t mean to cause a ruckus around him late in the evening. when he knocks the cup over on the tables edge he stops. he’s turning to the woman with an attempt of an apologetic smile. “sorry, didn’t see where i was goin’.” he admits with a shrug. “but yeah..you?”

Iris visibly relaxes at the familiar sight of Barry’s friend, offering him a weak smile. “It’s fine. Guess I’m a little jumpy.” She said, turning away to look into the oven, glad to see that the last batch of the cookies were baking evenly. She turned back to face the archer, a small smile on her face. “Dude, what do you think?” She asked, her body instantly becoming fatigued as the main task she had had nearly been completed, becoming almost delirious from exhaustion. “How’re you?” She asked, smiling softly at him. 

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queengodessstorm

Her gaze fell onto the trays of cookies before turning back to the woman. “Those are quite a lot of cookies. I wasn’t even aware we had that many supplies in the kitchen.” Ororo reached over and took one before taking a bite.

“Yeah.” She replied nodding in agreement. “I, um, stress bake.” She informed the other woman, taking one cookie herself, keeping an eye on the timer. She slowly broke off a piece, and ate it, content with the way they had turned out. “I’m Iris, by the way.”