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Samifer fic recs

It’s not very much this time, but I wanted to make another one of these. You can find more Samifer recs here and here.
None of those fics give much shit about canon, but in part it’s hard to say, if they’re an AU or canon divergend or whatever. Just … if canon is really important to you, none of them will make you happy, but if canon is really important to you, you probably aren’t shipping Samifer anyway. So here we go.


Rain in the Valley by all_the_kings_ham
Rating: Mature
Sam is trying to get out of the rain. That’s basically it.
He’s under age in the first part, but there isn’t anything happening then. The end it beautiful in a sad way.

Fire Escape by @brieflymaximumprincess
Rating: Mature
For once Sam can stay longer somewhere, but it doesn’t go very well at school where someone starts a rumor about him. Apparently, the only person having it worse is the boy who lives above from him. A guy everybody calls Lucifer, whom his father screams at all the time.
This is really cute, it has actual good parenting from John Winchster, and it has punk!Lucifer.

Never Go through a Winchester’s Phone by @swaglexander-the-great
Rating: Explicit
Claire decides to have a bit of cheeky fun when she finds a contact with an odd name on Sam Winchester’s phone. She could never have predicted its outcome, and now Sam has to make good on a very bold deal with the Devil (not that he minds).
This is hilarious. As in you’ll laugh your ass off for the whole first chapter. Then there are two more chapters of really well written porn.

French Mistake – Reloaded by @i-bleed-salt
Rating: Explicit
Basically the French Mistake, but instead of “You married fake Ruby?” it’s “You married fake Lucifer?”. This is technically not Samifer, since it’s Sam Winchester/French Mistake!Mark Pellegrino, but there is a connection to Sam’s relationship to Lucifer.

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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BTS Reactions To You (Their Friend) Being A 2001 Liner

♡Seokjin♡:

Seokjin would find it incredibly cute that you were a lot younger than him. He’d immediately become almost like a big brother figure to you. He’d feel responsible for making sure that you were eating well. He’d also be incredibly protective of you. He’d pat your head a lot.

Originally posted by lariz0rd

♡Yoongi♡:

I don’t see Yoongi treating you any differently after finding out your age. I mean he’d always be aware of the fact that you were younger but he wouldn’t let it affect the way he speaks to you or treats you. However, he’d be lowkey very protective of you. He’s not the type to care about age. He’d be good to go to for advice.

Originally posted by mn-yg

♡Hoseok♡:

He’d love to tickle you. He’d find anything you did cute even if it wasn’t. He’d be the type to make sure you were dressed appropriately for the weather. He’d be so soft for you. He’d be protective of you. He’d be the fluffiest when with you.

Originally posted by yahjiminie

♡Namjoon♡:

Whenever the members would tease you he’d laugh but if he saw that they had gone too far he’d reprimand them. Like all the members, he’d be protective. Along with Yoongi, he’d be the best to go to for advice. He’d be either trying to act like the cool older brother or he’d be a complete dork when he was around you.

Originally posted by kths

♡Jimin♡:

He’d give you cute nicknames. He’d also offer to buy things for you. For example, if you two had gone out to eat to catch up he’d most likely pay for your meal. He’d like to playfully tease you. He’d also like embarrassing you lol. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

♡Taehyung♡:

He’d treat you like a child or younger sister. He’d buy you cute things thinking it was fitting for a cutie like you. He’d affectionately ruffle your hair a lot and be extremely smiley around you. 

Originally posted by leojuseyo

♡Jungkook♡:

Used to being the maknae, he’d be thrilled to find out that you were younger than him. He’d use it to his advantage and tease you a lot. He’d be lowkey protective of you. Like he’d bully you (in a friendly way) but if anyone else were to say something to you he’d throw hands. He’d be cocky af around you and he’d like to pinch your cheek a lot.

Originally posted by shitjeon

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I didn’t do it as if you were dating them because that’d be illegal and they’d go to jail and we don’t want that LOL 

~Admin Coffee

Sir

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 978

Genre: Full on smut, do not read if you are pure, dom!Jungkook, teacher!Jungkook, student!reader

Summary: Y/N gets caught talking in class

Request: anonymous

A/N: The 2nd smut I’ve written that was requested rather than me just adding it in because I felt like it! I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to tell me if I need to fix anything! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by purelyjimin

“Why is he so attractive?” I turn to look at my best friend who was looking at our college professor. Now he wasn’t the typical, old professor. He’s working part time with the school while he goes through grad school, so he’s very close to our age. So it’s not weird that she’s ogling him.

“Why aren’t you paying attention in class?” I ask her. “Is your plan to fail this class so you have to take it again next semester?”

“Yes.” She says, no hint of a joke on her face.

“What if he’s not teaching this class next semester?”

“Ms. Y/L/N! Why are you talking during my class?” I look up and meet Mr. Jeon’s gaze. “Well, according to the clock, it’s time for you guys to go anyway. Ms. Y/L/N, if you could stay after class so I can speak with you.”

I took my time putting my books away as my classmates rushed to leave. “You are so lucky to get to stay after with him. I’m so envious.” My best friend says as she left the room.

“Care to explain why you were talking during my class?” Mr. Jeon asks as I walked up to his desk.

“I was answering y/bf/n’s question, sir.” I answer as I lean against the wooden surface.

“And may I ask what was so important that you had to answer it right then?”

“She wanted to know why you were so attractive.” I say, not bothering to lie or beat around the bush.

“And what did you tell her?” He asks while smirking at me, leaning closer.

“Well I definitely didn’t tell her why I find you attractive.” I look up at him innocently.

He smirks again and walks over to the door. “It’s a very good thing neither you nor I have a class right now.”

“And why is that?” I ask just as he turns the lock.

“Because I believe a punishment is in order.” That’s right, I’m fucking my professor.

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Pink Floyd

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).

Request:  Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: None

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anonymous asked:

Batfamily and what their artistic talent would be?

Bruce: used to be really good in school but never has the time to practice and so is kind of rusty, but definitely above average

Dick: bless his heart, he tries, but he can’t get basic shapes to look quite right and so everything looks a bit… not right, though not for a lack of effort.

Jason: is very good with charcoal drawings but can’t paint or sculpt very well as he doesn’t have enough patience to wait for things to dry before going on to the next step

Tim: is great at sculpting and working with his hands but often doesn’t have free time to work on a project, is naturally very proficient at photography

Steph: a stick figure is more or less the extent of the effort she’s willing to put in

Damian: is an amazing artist. From a young age he’s been really great at making artwork and can work with almost any medium

Cass: enjoys fingerpainting and working with clay (she likes the feeling of the materials)

Duke: doodles for fun and is fairly decent at drawing but can’t shade for shit

Barbara: a master at photoshop and photo editing, good at digital artwork

(Not) Killing Your Darlings: Parallels Between ACD Canon and S4

I’ve slowly been working my way through a reread of the canon stories, and although I am used to finding phrases and plotlines among the stories that have been adapted within Sherlock, what surprised me towards the end of the canon is that the writers of Sherlock appear to be adapting the way the stories are written, as well. We’ve talked a lot about the idea that Mofftiss have Reichenbached the show in Series 4, but I’m beginning to think they have Case-booked it (and His Last Bowed it, a little, too). This will probably sound grim at first, but I remain an optimist when it comes to Sherlock, so bear with me. These are Princess Bride “pit of despair” times; I figure if we have to be here, we may as well look around.

As a quick reminder, Doyle published the short stories as:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892)
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1894)
The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1905)
His Last Bow (1917)
The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes (1927)

I’m going to start at the end of His Last Bow and the later stories, because they best parallel Series 4, then look back very briefly.

Breaking the fourth wall

His Last Bow breaks the pattern of the Sherlock Holmes story collections in a few ways. It begins with a brief preface written by John H. Watson; he addresses the reader directly to explain that he and Holmes are still living, though ageing:

”The friends of Mr Sherlock Holmes will be glad to learn that he is still alive and well, though somewhat crippled by occasional attacks of rheumatism… Several previous experiences which have lain long in my portfolio, have been added to ‘His Last Bow’ so as to complete the volume.” (His Last Bow, preface)

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Your god can’t help you now

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

*GIF not mine, but let’s take a moment to thank his parents please”

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Request: @yummyfanta

Hiya! Love your work as I’m completely obsessed with Vikings rn especially since the sons are in ;) May I request where reader is a saxon lady in Ecbert’s castle and she is engaged to maybe Alfred but she and Ivar become lovers while he is held prisoner? Maybe right at end Ivar comes back with his bros to claim back his woman? Thanks love :)

Yeah i know i just said i would change the plot and i probably will do, or you’ll get a new request if you wont to love! IM so sorry i messed up your request after you’ve been waiting for sooo long! :(( Anyhow im an indecisive little shit and decided to post it anyway. And don’t worry this will get a part two, because i simply loved the idea, but i wanted to wait until the last episode to make it more correct (if you guys can understand my bad explaining)! 

- And 1 last note for my fellow Hvitserk trashes out there, part 5 is right around the corner ;) i think

Warnings: The devil is working hard, but im working harder aka NSFW

Wordcount: 4.958 (and this is only part 1 omg)


I lifted the fork to my mouth, slipping the pice of meat of it. The tough consistency making it hard to chew it, so i let some of the sour wine aid me in swallowing it down. It was silent. Only the quiet steps of the servants and the harsh cutting from my husband-to-be. He was obnoxious, tense, always on guard now days - ever since the news of the pagans arrival. Myself had always thought the subject of these dangerously intriguing, hearing stories of their savage ways. The king had even told me stories about how they had several gods. But what i had liked most with them was how a woman was allowed such power. Such freedom. They where not enslaved and own by their men, something i’ve always dreamt of. 

But i wasn’t going to complain. I had more freedom than most women of my country had, thanks to my king - or my sister. Ever since she had gained the favor of king Ecbert, her life and mine had dramatically improved - but for how long?

The king was getting older each day and how knows how long it will be before my fiancee is crowned instead. And with his crowning as king, or freedom is sure to vanish once again. 

“Prince Aethelwulf! My prince!”

The loud outburst from one of is foot soldiers broke the silence, immediately catching my fiancee’s attention.

“What?” he answered impatiently. 

I felt myself growing more impatient by the second. With such hurry the shaken soldier had, it must be something important. 

“They’re here. The pagan king is here.”

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i think one of the ways isak grew during his season is by starting to realize that he can be a positive addition to people’s lives, that he can, in fact, make things better 

things weren’t going well at home for god knows how long, and i can’t help but think that isak took some of the blame for what was happening, because this situation wasn’t something he was able to make better. his mom was going through a very hard time, his parents’ relationship seemed to have fallen apart, his father left, and there was nothing isak could do about it. there was nothing he should’ve had to do about it as their child, at such a young age, but he saw his home become broken, and he saw that there was nothing he could do to fix it. i think isak probably tried as best as he could, by trying to not be an “additional burden” in the household, by remaining quiet and closed off and trying not to add fuel to the fire. but things didn’t work out, and he ended up having to leave home at sixteen, leaving as things still seemed broken beyond repair 

and then you have his friendship with eva, one of his closest friends, and he blamed himself entirely for what happened to her relationship with jonas for over a year. he saw himself as the sole reason why jonas and eva weren’t together anymore, why they weren’t talking, and why the trio of friends they once were had fallen apart. and isak wasn’t innocent here, he did betray eva, but he wasn’t entirely to blame, eva said so herself. but once again, that’s the thing with isak, he blames himself more than he should for things he doesn’t have control over

isak will blame himself, think he’s at fault for other people not doing well. and you see that thinking pattern during the season. you see it in the locker room scene when even tells him he broke things off with sonja, and isak apologizes because he thinks it might’ve made him sad, i’m sorry if because of me you were sad. you also see it in the minutt for minutt clip, when he’s on the phone with sonja, and she has to remind him that it’s not his fault even’s not feeling well, that his mental illness is the reason why he’s feeling that way. he feels a lot of guilt, and sometimes his feeling of guilt is justified because he does mess up, speak before he thinks, and it’s a good thing that he feels remorseful and wants to apologize, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to eskild after what he told him in pride, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to mahdi after he pushed him, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to noora when he thought he might’ve been a little too harsh with her. it shows what a truly good and caring person isak is. but the amount of guilt he feels is sometimes disproportionate, because once again isak would see himself as the guy who can’t make things right, can only make them worse

but i think, or at least i’d like to think that isak has learned to take a step back and see the progress he makes, and realize that messing up is not all he does, see that he can, in fact, make things better, be a good person to others. i like to think he holds himself accountable just enough when he does mess up, enough to apologize and realize he was wrong and learn. but i also like to think that he truly sees what a great friend and boyfriend and person he is, and how it’s a good thing for the people he cares about to have isak in their life. i like to think that isak’s perception of himself is now a far better representation of who he actually is, and the role he plays in other people’s lives

Starco Week 3 - Day 1

“Damn, it’s hard to get to that pathetic princess.” A large brute said.

“Yeah, she’s long due for an initiation, but with her bodyguard agent Diaz around we can’t touch her.”

“Why don’t we shake them up a little then? Scare them a bit.” One of them suggested.

Another smiled. “I like that idea. They won’t know what’s coming.”


“C'mon, Marco! We have math now!” Star urged him as the bell rung, signaling the next period.

Marco winced. “Do we have to go to math? I’m already in a bad mood and I’m not looking forward to making it worse,” he replied.

“Geez, are we sure you’re the one who’s supposed to look after me? We have to go! If you miss class you’ll get detention!” Star exclaimed.

Marco feigned a gasp and shook his head. “No not detention!”

“Diaz, that is extremely rude.” Star seriously replied.

Marco sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, you can go without me princess. I don’t want you missing class and getting in trouble, which will inevitably lead to both of us getting into trouble. I’ll show up…later, okay?”

Star frowned before giving him a nod. “Okay. But don’t get in trouble!” She commanded.

Marco waved her off as she ran off to Ms. Skullnick’s room. He sighed and scratched the bandage on his cheek.

Lying down on the hill just far off the school building, Marco was taking a nap; taking in the feel of the grass below him, the air he breathed, and the warmth that coursed through him.

Suddenly he was jarred awake, being shaken by somebody. He grabbed whoever was shaking him by the scruff of their necks and threw them down to the ground, holding a fist near their face.

Marco’s victim shivered in fear until Marco stared at him for a few seconds and gave him a look of confusion. “Ferguson?”

Marco let go of his fellow classmate, standing straight and crossing his arms. “Okay spit it out. Why’d you wake me up?”

“Um, Skullnick asked me to find you and bring you to class.” Ferguson stammered.

Marco frowned and cracked his neck, which was stiff from sleeping. Damn, Skullnick knew he wouldn’t try and beat up Ferg. Being an old friend and pitiful made him more likely to survive with Marco.

He groaned and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket. “Alright, let’s go.” Marco started walking toward his class, before stopping and turning to Ferguson. “You coming or do you want to lie there all day?”

Ferguson scrambled to his feet, following Marco back to class.

“So a derivative is the - Ah, Mr. Diaz. How nice of you to join us for class. 20 minutes late. ” Ms. Skullnick sneered that last part. Marco lacked a reaction.

“As punishment, you’ll be cleaning the storage out back. I hear it’s been years since it’s seen light.” Skullnick said.

Marco rolled his eyes and took his seat by the window, paying more attention to the two squirrels fighting outside than Skullzers at the front of the class.

The bell signaling the end of school rang through the building, Marco groaning at his recent after school punishment.

He packed his things in his bag, making his way to the back of school grounds to clean the storage facility.

He already told Star to wait for him at home, but he could see her in his peripherals, always hiding behind something. He didn’t pay much attention to it, but soon he couldn’t keep up the obliviousness and called her out on her lousy stealth tactics.

“Princess, why are you following me?” Marco deadpanned.

Star jumped. She hadn’t noticed he noticed her. She stepped out from her hiding place, staring at the floor and looking for the right words. “Um…I just thought…maybe, I would help you clean. Less load on you, but if you want me gone, I totally understand-” Star was interrupted by Marco smirking and patting her head affectionately.

“Thanks, prin…Star” Marco corrected himself.

Star blushed and avoided his gaze. Marco rarely ever used her name when he referred to her, but when he did it made her knees buckle.

“Yeah, well, you owe me after this! I want one, no, two more nachos than I’m allowed! And wipe that dumb smirk off your face!” Star exclaimed.

“Um, you never had a limit to what you can eat, princess,” Marco said, beginning to walk away again.

“O-oh. Then I want you to attend every class ON TIME from now on!” Star commanded.

Marco couldn’t really say no. She was already doing this much for him, and with that cute demanding face, it’s hard to refuse.

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Marco and Star made their way to the storage facility, walking up to the metal double doors. Using the key he got from the janitor, he unlocked the doors, pushing them open to reveal a large dusty room, with stuff that looked to be thirty-maybe forty-years old.

“Wow. This looks ancient.” Marco tried to switch on the lights, but due to age and the lack of much-needed renovation of the building, the lights refused to switch on.

“Damnit. Guess we’re going in dark,” Marco said.

Star suddenly seemed very nervous. “Do we have some flashlights or something?” She asked.

“Uh, maybe. Do you need them to see?” Marco asked.

“Y-yeah, right. Well?”

“I don’t have any on me now, but- OOF!” Marco grunted as he and Star were shoved into the building. Landing hard on their sides they heard the click of the lock, along with the footsteps of a few people.

Marco started to pat his body for the keys, only to realize he dropped it when he was shoved. “Stupid bastards…” Marco growled. “Princess, are you-”

Marco stopped and his eyes widened when he felt Star abruptly grab his arm. He narrowed his eyes in concern.

“Uh, princess?” He asked, starting to turn to look at her.

“Stop, don’t look at me. Please. Just, let me do this.” Star said.

Marco frowned, looking forward as Star vice gripped his forearm. He could feel her press up against him, shivering in…fear?

He could feel her heartbeat, and it was pounding pretty fast. Marco thought his own was too. Could she feel it as well?

“Star,” Marco began after a few moments of silence, “are you afraid,”

Star tensed up, and Marco could feel it.

“of the dark?”

Star’s grip suddenly intensified, and Marco could feel all circulating blood stop flowing in his left arm. She was surprisingly strong for such a timid girl.

“Ow! What the fu-!”

“Yes! I’m terrified of the dark! Shut up about it and please do something.” Star said, burying her face into his shoulder.

Marco furrowed his eyebrows together. “Don’t you have your wand?”

Star shook her head. “I…left it…in my locker. I…wanted to show you…I’m capable…without it.” Star took short breaths between each pause, and Marco thought she’d start hyperventilating.

Marco turned around and embraced her, kneeling on the floor. He closed his eyes and began to speak, “Deep breaths, princess. I know you’re capable. You fought monsters with me, a person you’ve never met and was a jerk towards you because you were concerned for me. You went through brainwashing and managed to stay your old self a bit. So prove me right. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here with you. So calm down, now.” Marco said firmly.

Star’s breaths slowed down, and her tense form eased up a bit. Still hugging Marco, she spoke into his shoulder. “Thanks, Marco. I think I’ve calmed down. But can you just hold on for a little while?” She asked.

Marco tightened his jaw and nodded. “Sure.”

So they sat there. Marco’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he could make out a silhouette of a box of props and costumes.

He got an idea of how to distract Star from her fear.

“Okay, Star. Don’t freak out, but I’m gonna let go for a few seconds.”

Star’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. “No, no no no no no no no! Don’t let go! I will throttle you if you do!” She begged,

Marco’s eyebrow lifted at the unexpected threat. “It’s okay, I’m only gonna let go for a few seconds, I’m gonna be back, I promise.” Marco hushed her. “Do you trust me?”

Star wiped her eye and silently nodded. Slowly Marco let go of her. He stood up and began to back away, their arms sliding against one another before it was only their hands connected, then fingers.

Then his warmth left Star, and he blended in with the inky blackness. Damnit! Why must his jacket be black!? Star began to feel alone now, the sense of abandonment creeping up on her for the first time in years. She curled up into a ball and almost began to tear up before Marco’s voice rang out from the darkness.

“I’m still here, princess. I’m still with you.” His assurance gave her courage and she managed to outlast until Marco came back holding a cardboard box. He placed it down in between him and Star before sitting down.

“What’s…what’s that?” Star asked.

“Just something to pass the time.” Marco pulled a couple of sticks from the box and bend them, a cracking noise coming from it.

The sticks suddenly started to glow, and Star stared at them in amazement. “Whoa! Is that more earth magic?” She asked.

Marco smirked at her childlike curiosity. “No, just some old glow sticks to light it up a little.”

He placed down the colorful glowing rods in a circle around the pair, leaving them in a dim, but brighter than before, setting.

Marco reached back into the box. Pulling out a red headband with horns on it, he placed it on his head and put a massive frown on his face.

“I’m Tom. I’m in denial and think l can get Star to like me, but I’m just hopelessly desperate and angry.” Marco mocked.

Star giggled at his impression, his voice not even close to Tom’s.

“Marco, stop, that’s mean.”

He smiled and pushed the box towards her. “Here, you try.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“It’s okay princess. Nobody here but us. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Okay…” Star agreed. She dug into the box and pulled out a wig and a crown. Putting them both on, she then wore a dull, bored expression on her face. “This is of utmost importance! We can’t have this silly nonsense when you’re to be a ruler soon! Blah, blah, rules, rules, boring, discipline.” Star mocked in a mundane, strong accented tone.

Marco laughed and Star smiled.

“Lemme guess, your mom?” Marco asked.

Star nodded, not fully confident in mocking people she knew.

“Okay, my turn,” Marco said, digging through the box.

They went at this for a while, having a good time messing around with each other. They role played Skullnick, their classmates, Ludo, and even each other.

The two rolled around the floor, wheezing after laughing too hard at Star’s impression of Marco’s bad boy attitude. She accidentally cracked her knuckles, and her cute expression of pain made Marco laugh, Star eventually following in suit.

“Oh, man. That was…amazingly horrible.” Marco said.

Star smiled, nodding in agreement.

“So, you still afraid?” Marco asked.

“No, not anymore. Being in the dark isn’t so bad when you have someone to have fun with you here.”

“I don’t think you’re scared of the dark. I think it’s because of your isolation from people and loved ones during your hated experience at St. O’s, it made you feel alone and you were afraid of being lonely. In the dark, you can’t see anything. You feel cold, there’s nobody in sight. It’s like being alone, which may explain why you fear darkness.”

Star tilted her head at Marco’s explanation, a small smile telling him she didn’t understand what the hell he just said.

Marco realized what he was doing and covered his face. “Sorry, that’s Marco PhD talking,” Marco said, angry at himself for showing that part of him again. Why is it around her when his past comes out?

“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t fully understand what you just said, but-” Star grabbed Marco’s hand, “-I hope you stay with me for now.” Star said.

Marco gulped. He blushed. A very pretty girl just grabbed his hand and pretty much said she wished they could stick together, with him. Marco Flippin Diaz. His blush intensified now that he was analyzing it. Stop thinking about it, Marco mentally scolded himself. Yeah, now he was embarrassed.

“Star, what-”

The sound of jingling keys was heard through the door and was inserted into the lock. Star suddenly stood up. “Help has arrived!” She said.

She eagerly walked forward, forgetting the heavy box between her and Marco. She tripped and fell on top of Marco, making a loud grunt as she did.

The janitor on the other end raised a brow. Since when did storage buildings grunt? He unlocked and opened the door, low and behold Star lying on top of Marco, a bunch of spilled props and costume pieces strewn about the floor.

The janitor gave the two a hard gaze before opening his mouth, “Look, I’m gonna go home and forget this. I’m closing this door and leaving it unlocked. Suggestion, keep your weird lovey-dovey affectionate cosplay sessions at home.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

Star and Marco scrambled away from each other, faces burning crimson and tension as thick as maple syrup.

They quickly cleaned up in sync and walked out the door.

Awkwardly they turned to each other.

“So, nachos?”

“Yep, lots of nachos.”

“Movie?”

“Movie.”

“…”

“…”

“So you wanted two more nachos than usual?”

“Yes.”

“That janitor thing never happened.”

“Agreed.”

The looked at each other once more and started to burst out laughing. Marco wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

“Let’s get home, princess.”

“Excellent suggestion, Marco!”


Marco then went on to have a bad mood again the next day, when Skullnick harshly reminded him at the volume of 120 decibels that he forgot to actually clean the storage building yesterday.

He should’ve skipped class.

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Yoongi Scenario: Daddy’s Girl.

Request: Can I request protective yoongi scenarios (since i like this side of him but wanna see toward his family) where Yoongi let Taehyung and Jimin take Taeyeon to theme park with their kids. Then Taejun tell his dad he likes Taeyeon and since Taehyung adoresTaeyeon, he likes the idea. Later when Yoongi joined them, he saw his daughter hand in hand with Taehyung’s son, he got over protective. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.

Genre: Family / Friendship. 


-We will be joining you later- Yoongi said to Taehyung who was the one taking the bag you had prepared for Taeyeon, you had to go run some errands together so it had been great when Taehyung had offered to take Taeyeon with him to the park since he was taking his son too and soon Yoongi learned Jimin was going as well with his twins. 

-It’s all fine hyung, you take your time, we will have fun-

You were talking with Jimin as Taeyeon was greeting Minah and the two boys. -Be careful, don’t let them go by themselves-

-Come on hyung- Taehyung laughed patting Yoongi’s back. -I’ll take care of her as if he was mine-

Yoongi nodded dedicating a fond glance to his daughter. -I’m just saying, none of your wives are going, and you two like parks too much-

Taehyung laughed at that and Jimin busted in the conversation. -Hey, we are perfectly responsible people-

-He’s just nervous to let go of Taeyeon- you whispered to Jimin who whispered to Taehyung making both of them laugh and Yoongi glare.

-Yah, what are you whispering there Y/N? And you too, rascals-

You laughed too going back to his side. -We were just saying you are bitter because you are not going-

Yoongi snorted placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, you saw the four children, they were all around the same age, Taejun, Taehyung’s son, being the oldest with six, but they all interacted well together, it wasn’t the first time they met so they were pretty friendly with each other, little Taemin, Jimin’s son, being the shyest.

Taeyeon you knew would be perfectly ok, her uncles adored her, and she was a pretty capable five year old, playful and just a bit shy with strangers, but with them she was in her comfort zone, she was specially close with Taejun since they were just months apart in age and they got along well.

Instead of going to Lotte World, they were going to Seoul Children’s Grand Park which was likely to be less crowded but it was a great park too. You were a bit anxious too, a natural thing to see your little girl go out when at her short age it were rare the times when she went out, to anywhere that wasn’t school, without you. For Yoongi you knew it was a hard thing as his little girl was the apple of his eye, he was overprotective with you and the same thing translated to his daughter.
They accommodated all the children on the back seat, the four of them going comfortably in Taehyung’s SUV. 

-Call us if anything- you told them and both men nodded. -Have fun!- you cheered making the children wave and cheer back. 

-Daddy!- Taeyeon threw a kiss at him and you could almost see Yoongi’s spirit falling and melting, it was a wonder how he just waved back cooly instead of clutching his heart.

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Hurt

Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary: When Y/N overhears Cassian and K2 talk about how she isn’t the right fit to work a certain mission, she begins to question herself and does everything she can to better herself while also damaging herself in the process.

Warnings: Fainting, blood, angst but then fluff  

I do not own anything!!!

Originally posted by oscaricaas

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anonymous asked:

If Drarry adopted, how do you think they'd go about it? Your post about it had me wondering. Would they adopt a baby? Or would they adopt an older kid, one who's been in the system for a while? I'm curious and I love reading your headcanons

I think the idea would initially come from Harry. We all know Draco struggles with his feelings, he isn’t the best at expressing them. I feel like Harry wouldn’t be able to wait long enough for Draco to get the courage to open up the topic, you know? I think their first child would probably be around preschool age, so four or five?
I even have this little scene in my head where they go to a children’s home together to meet some kids. The kids are all very excited to get visitors, and some older ones even recognize Harry so he loses track of Draco for a bit. After awhile, he finds him sitting next to this little kid with the messiest black hair, coloring something with crayons. Well, turns out, Draco saw this kid sitting on his own and wanted to invite him along, but the kid didn’t want to talk to him. That is, until Draco saw the dragon on the kids coloring book and told the kid his name, and got roped into coloring the dragon together by a *very* excited 5 year old. The kid still won’t talk, so instead they just start telling him about their friend who also likes dragons. The kid watches them both talk for a while, and then signs something with his hands. Harry and Draco ask the attendant if they have an interpreter, which they don’t, they couldn’t get an approval yet because Felix is hard of hearing, not deaf. One of the volunteers actually know some BSL though, so she helps them out and they sit with Felix till the end of the visit. Felix is a bit of a grumpy and shy munchkin, but he likes dragons a lot so they get along just fine. He even gives Harry and Draco their own sign names. Harry is a show off and tells Felix he rode a dragon once, Draco thinks that was cheating. Anyways, they absolutely love this little dragon boy and start arranging visits with him as they build up their file and meet with their case worker over the months. They also take BSL classes together, it’s a slow progress that needs effort, but they’re very motivated!
They ask Felix if he wants to be their son some time later, which he very happily accepts. Draco cries when the adoption papers come through and they say Felix Malfoy-Potter. They’re a very happy family, and Felixs’ fascination with Charlie even helps Draco and the Weasleys get closer. I imagine Harry and Draco could start fostering older kids once Felix was old enough for school btw, maybe one of them will make their way into their family as well. :)

Reasons to adopt Otabek

iNow that everyone has been revived after getting ‘good’ slaughtered by victuuri in ep.10, do you have some time to talk about Otabek Altin? The precious cinnamon roll and Yurio’s new friend?

Let’s get to know this Dark Horse.

Originally posted by sarapyon

So he’s 18, he was the first to qualify for GPF, won last season’s bronze and represents Kazakhstan.  

Many of you might not even be aware of the existence of this country, so in brief: Kazakhstan is a post USSR country in the centre of Eurasia, right between Russia, China, Middle East and Europe continent.

So, why would Kubo-sensei even include someone from there?
The answer is Kazakhstan’s real life figure skating hero - Denis Ten.

Originally posted by fyeahskatinggifs

Originally posted by hanyuedits

Denis Ten is: 

  • the first skater to represent KZ in international championships  
  • currently 23 years old
  • is from Kazakhstan but of a Korean origin
  • Olympic bronze medalist, World silver and bronze medalist, 4 Continents gold medalist, Asia Winter Sports gold medalist
  • cinnamon roll like you wouldn’t believe how sweet

Otabek is definitely inspired by Denis, and therefore I will take his perspective to judge his background.

The thing about sport athletes in Kazakhstan is that they’re ALWAYS self-made. Neither education system nor sports practice is well-developped here yet. Which is understandable since the country is still young (25 years of Independance, yay) and confused in many aspects. That’s not fine but we manage. That however does not change the fact that Kazakh sport education is a complete bullshit when compared to Europe, USA, Asia or Russia (with the exception of boxing and martial arts, probably). 

Therefore if you are from KZ and want a world champion for a kid, these are the steps you need to take:
1. Sign them up for sports club early. No team sports, only individual. Team sports have no future here yet.
2. Once they start to show a talent, interest and/or competitive spirit send them to Russia. Russia has better coaches, facilities and programme. Russia is close, cheap and easy to travel to, and not emotionally stressing for the kid, since it’s the same environment there. 
3. Once they come of an age to participate in a competition SEND THEM AS FAR AS YOUR BUDGET ALLOWS YOU. USA and Canada for figure skating. USA, Europe and Australia for swimming and tennis. Why? Because it’s one thing to train in your rivals’ adobe, all of them young talented and ambitious, being coached by their coach, at the same time as them, and completely other thing to be enrolled in a kind of sports boarding school where the coach is from some France and other students are from all over the world, struggling to get better same as you. Goverment does not provide any stable scholarships for this, btw. It’s all up to parents to find, choose and pay for. If you happen to have a kind, well-educated and persistant coach in KZ, they might win you some bonuses in a harsh battle against bureaucracy, but it will not be enough to cover for all or even half of it. 

LAST YEAR!!!! You hear me?? He was 17, and already a bronze medalist when he returned to his hometown!! 

That means that all the time before he spent overseas. Can you imagine that?? A 13-16 year old Otabek in another hemisphere from his home. That’s like half an equator, one ocean and 11-14 timezones away. 

a l l   b y   h i m s e l f

struggling with language barrier (think he had time to perfect his English before? not likely), with harsh training and obligatory schoolwork - all on top of taking care of himself all by himself.  

Can you imagine Otabek coming back on one of those days to an epmty room in a dorm and messages from his family. Calls might be very hard to time up with such time diference. His mom inquiring how he has been, if he eats properly and does his laundry in time, scheduling for skype calls, updating him on his relatives and friends, giving advice on treating colds and stomach ache, and all those other things that most of the boys his age get for granted. 

My heart aches over thinking how lonely he must’ve felt. 

And, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell them, if anything would not go well. Because there would be nothing they could do from over there, it would only cause them to worry more. Even more than they already would have been.

So there was only one way for him: to suck it up, train hard, suceed and make them proud.

He is not trying to prove himself to himself as Yuuri, nor does he need to prove himself over others like Yurio. He doesn’t want it for fame like JJ, he wants it for his family, his people and his country. That’s any Kazakh’s default mission in life - make your parents proud. Especially after he had returned home with a medal and proved himself to be capable of competing at the same level as Victor fucking Nikiforov and Christophe Jeacometti!!!!!! Him! A Kazakh boy of 17 years!! Kubo-sensei does not joke around when calling him a hero, because he is one! A hero and a history-maker, same as Phichit.

We haven’t seen his coach or team yet, but I have a feeling that it would be the same situation as Denis’s. Meaning, he doesn’t have one. 

Denis Ten often travels (or used to travel) to the competitions by himself. There is no staff assigned to help him out. He is used to do trivial things like filling paper forms, booking time for practice, booking hotels, turning in audio tracks for the performance, etc. There have been numerous times when they had either messed up the music at the start of his performance or even played the wrong hymn during the awards ceremony. In his interview, Denis admitted to being totally lost at what to do at those time. There’s also no one to defend/protect him when something comes up, since there’s no one from KZ who has a weight in figure skating world. 

I have a distinctive feeling Otabek will be the same.  

I mean, how the hell would he be comfortable enough to rent a bike and ride all over Bar-freaking-celona, with no fear to get lost/in trouble, if he wasn’t used to this kind of responsibilities? Again, he’s 18. 

At the same time Yurio is like: 

 

Therefore his friendship with Yurio is truly a blessing. They do have a lot in common, they’re practically from the same background: the lifestyle in KZ and Russia does not really differ. It’s the same culture, the same language (KZ is bilinguial: both Kazakh and Russian are widely spoken), a really similar mindset, educational system, environment, custom etc. They’re both outsiders in the current lineup, striving to make a name for themselves. It’s almost the same as 5 years ago in that camp when both Otabek and Yurio were new to the rink in Saint-Petersburg. That’s what Otabek referring to, I think, when he says Yurio had eyes of a soldier. In that environment they’d be both treated the same, you know. Otabek as a no one from nowhere and Yurio as a that guy from Moscow. Not even sure what’d have been worse.

Also there’s a post going around about bad realtion between Russians and Kazakhs, stressing that Kazakh is an inferior race to Russians - PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO NOT BELIEVE IT THAT IS NOT TRUE!!!!!!! 

Our nations have always been close, we have a long and complicated history but the friendship between two countries and people is very strong. 

There are some issues in terms of racism on both sides but it is very rare/obscure case and is usually triggered by something.

Therefore I ask you to support Otabek Altin and his friendship with Yurochka!
Please do adopt him! Please do dote on him! He really deserves and needs that! 

Originally posted by christinophern

and if you have some more feels to spare, please take a look at  Denis Ten too :3  

Thank you for reading, 
with love from Kazakhstan

Damian Wayne as a Father Headcanons

A/N: Reader and Damian are adults in these. I went all out on this, so I really hope you like the structure and everything. Feedback is welcomed. ☺️

(c/n) = child’s name

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Damian as a father would include:

Pregnancy:
> Damian was excited when you told him he was going to be a father, well as excited as Damian manages to express.

> He had his concerns about whether he was going to be a good father, based on his family background and upbringing he had his doubts. However after reassuring him, that he managed to change and has become a better person his worry subsided.

> Now when he goes out on patrol, he’s more cautious and careful as he now has two people to come home to and protect.

> Whilst you’re pregnant, Damian is extremely over protective with everything. You are not putting yourself in any danger and he’ll make sure of that. He understands he’s being this way and apologised, explaining he doesn’t want either of you hurt since you’re a prime target now.

> Catering to your cravings the best he can. Sort of.
“Pennyworth, we need some strawberries and hot sauce?”
“We’re currently out of strawberries Master Damian, Miss (Y/n) has cleared them out.”
“Ugh, I’ll be back shortly beloved.”
“Really? You have to leave me, I know you’re getting stuff for me but I’m kind of annoyed by that and I don’t know why.”
“Hormones (y/n).”

> Trying to comfort you when you get emotional, but since Damian isn’t the best at it he comes up with other solutions.
“I could punch you right now!”
“Beloved, that’d be a stupid move.”
“Oh really? Because I love you… a lot and I didn’t mean that!” You were still yelling and you weren’t sure why.
“How about throwing some knives instead?”
“What?! NO! That’s ridiculous and I’m actually willing to do it. You’re such a good partner for letting me do this.” By your last statement you were crying and pulling him into an embrace.

> Both of you low-key freaking out when the baby kicks and you’re just hugging each other with massive grins on your faces.

> Receiving visits from Damian’s family, all of which are super excited to be apart of it and looking forward to having a new member in the family.

> Dick encouraging Damian that’s he’s going to be a good father.

> Bruce still not quite getting the fact his son has a proper family that’s almost normal, but enjoys it none the less.
“Bruce, you know you’re going to be a granddad right?”
“Yes of course I do (y/n), Damian is going to be a father and to be honest… it all feels surreal.”
“Tell me about it. It’s gonna be great though.”
“It truly is.”


Labour:
> When your waters broke, Damian was with you since he’d estimated the most likely time it’d happen. This man was prepared, he was still the son of the original Batman.

> Damian drove you to the hospital as soon as possible, not in the Batmobile much to your disappointment but understood there’d be no easy way to explain that.

> Panicking and being exhausted throughout labour and Damian telling you to breathe.

> “Holy shit (y/n)!!!” Damian actually yelped when you squeezed his hand during labour.
“You’re not giving birth Dami!”
“You’re a lot stronger than I thought.”
“Yep, comes with being your significant other for so long! Ah shit!”
“Breathe beloved, breathe.”

> With over 10 hours in labour you finally had your child and you were exhausted.
“I did it - Dami I -”
“I know beloved, you are so strong. I’m proud of you (y/n), I love you so much.”
“Love you too.”

> Holding the baby and you simply can’t believe you’ve created something so pure, suddenly you forget all the pain because it was all worth it for this child in your arms.

> Damian holds them next, and is so smitten that you know this child is gonna be spoilt. He almost cried because he thought he was incapable of producing something this innocent, his family do not have a grip on his baby and they never will.

> The rest of the Batfam piling in minutes later hoping to see their new addition.
Dick is super enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and sheds a few tears, whilst promising to be the best uncle ever which was open to dispute.
Jason was smiling more than ever, saying “It’s up to (y/n) to make sure we don’t get another demon spawn in the family. Right now though, I’m really proud of you two.”
Tim making sure you’re alright, asking about names and how much the baby weighs before checking on the others.
Bruce is over the moon and is third to hold his grandchild, he’s quick to congratulate you both and offers for you to stay at the manor so they can all help to get you back on your feet.
Cassandra doesn’t say anything, instead hugging you tightly with a wide grin on her face then patting Damian on the shoulder who remained by your bedside.
“You’ll make a great auntie Cass.” And that only made her smile more.


General Child Raising:
> Taking turns to get up in the night when the baby wakes up.

> Morning cuddles because you’re both exhausted.

> The baby getting lots of attention and babysitters consisting of Damian’s family which you’re eternally grateful for.

> Damian still being smitten as you expected, you find yourself leaning on the doorframe and watching the two interact often, a smile making its way onto your face.
“Are you alright beloved?”
“Y-yeah, it’s nice to be apart of this family.”
You soon join the two.

> Damian teaching your child self defence from a young age and you’re not too thrilled with the idea.
“Oh my - Damian! Why does (c/n) have a katana?!”
“I’m teaching (c/n) how to wield the weapon beloved.”
“Y-yeah, couldn’t you have started with a wooden one. A real one isn’t exactly safe for a 5 year old!”
“I did. At the age of 3. (C/n)’s skills have developed since then (y/n).”
“Oh my gosh. We’re terrible parents!” You yelped, throwing your hands in the air.

> Your child learning about Damian’s culture and heritage as well as your own so they know where to come from and if they want to celebrate any traditions.

> Both of you helping out with homework from school, Damian specialising in Maths.

> Having to come up with crazy explanations as to why their father came through the window in the dead of night looking like Batman.
“Is daddy Santa?”
“Uh not exactly… It’s more like the tooth fairy?”
“We are not saying that beloved, (c/n) I’m Batman - but you can’t tell anyone as this is a family secret.”
“Ok Batdad.” You’re child whispered, giggling at the nickname.

> Damian ok with them joining the family business as long as they pass his training resumés. They don’t go out if they’re sick or injured no matter what as this increases the likelihood of reckless behaviour.

> Teaching them the ways of Wayne Enterprises since they’re the future heir now.

> Your child learning about the hero business when they get older and finally accepting their father isn’t the tooth fairy.

> Giving them the choice of whether they want to become a vigilante with you supporting them 100% and Damian teaching them League of Assassins techniques regardless of their decision.

> Joking with you and Damian about becoming a villain because they’re fully equipped to do so but knowing that’s not how they were brought up.

> Them secretly having a favourite uncle but only Damian and yourself know who it is and refuse to tell the others.

> Kate Kane being the go to person for anything LGBT+ related, if your child is in fact an LGBT citizen or not.

> Generally being quite an open family that comes with a few cracks but you’re happy.


If it’s a Boy:
> “Looks like there’s a new son of Batman now.”
“Indeed there is, I hope he’ll be my successor one day.”

> Father son bonding activities, most of which included one on one training sessions. There a lot of testosterone in your home.

> Play fights all of the time, literally with anyone of his uncles that comes over. Whether it be Dick, Jason, Tim or Duke he’s going to show them the new moves Damian taught him.

> “I’m going to be the next Red Hood. You watch me!” As your son runs around with finger guns yelling ‘pew pew’ at inanimate objects much to your amusement.
“I’m going to kill Todd…”

> You’re son actually wanting to have powers like Jon, Supermans son, who visits on some occasions. Though after a long conversation about practicality with his father, (c/n) is convinced he’ll be the next Batman.
“Well Superman doesn’t have a Batmobile.”
“But he can fly father.”
“(C/n) has a point Dami.”

> Your son imitating Damian any chance he gets since he looks up to his father more than he realises.
“I am the son of the demon!”
“(Y/n), what was that?”
“Dick, do you really want to question it? He has Dami’s genes remember.”
“That’s who he reminds me of, Damian when he was younger - such a little sh-” Covering Dicks mouth before he could finish that sentence.

> Bruce saying he looks a lot like Damian and is proud of you both for raising your son so well. (C/n) has great manners at Galas when he’s older and is a hit with the ladies. Of course, for now - you’re the most important female in his life until he finds that special someone. Damian couldn’t be more proud.
“Meet my parents, Damian and (Y/n) Wayne.”
“It’s a pleasure, I hope our son is treating you well.”
“Yes, thank you Mrs Wayne.”


If it’s a Girl:
> Literally his little princess who he loves dearly.

> Cass coming over to style your daughters hair and spend time with her. Even though Cass isn’t talkative, your daughter speaks enough for the both of them.
“Can you do plaits Auntie Cass, like milkmaid ones?”
“I bet you can, you’re really good at making hair look pretty.” Cass just kisses her forehead and starts braiding.

> Finding out that she isn’t going to be a girly girl from a very early age.
“As I have Batdad, I get to drive the Batmobile when I’m older - maybe I can race!”
“I can teach you to drive now princess, I could drive by your age.”
“No! Damian, that’s illegal!”
“So is vigilantism.”
“…”

> Barbara and Stephanie coming over to help out and Stephanie even brought your daughter a Batgirl costume. Stephanie being so involved for personal reasons and just becoming her auntie not that there was any question.
“Steph, why did you buy this?”
“Why not? She’ll follow in our footsteps one day.”
“I’ll make sure she knows all the technical tricks.” Barbara was quick to add referring to her way with computers.

> Kate Kane and Harper Row also visiting to check up on you both. Kate claiming that girls have got to stick together. Your daughter thinking Harpers hair is the coolest thing in the world.
“Mommy, can I have my hair just like Harpers? With pink in it and can I have it rainbow?”
“That would look so cool!” Came the exaggerated enthusiasm of Harper.
“When you’re older, you can dye it however you want.”

> Damian gets over protective when romantic relationships come into the equation.
“Father, I fight crime with you at weekends. I’m perfectly capable of handling a romantic partner.”
“It’s funny you think they’ll even get a chance to get close to you.”
“Mom, a little help?!”

> “Touch my daughter and you’re dead.”
“You’re dad is joking right (c/n)?” Came your daughters current interest.
“Haha, uh yeah… no. No he’s not joking.”
“So what? Beat me to death?”
“More like slice you. With his katana.” Your daughter corrected.
“And that’s only if your uncles don’t get to them first (c/n)!”
“Thanks for that mom.”

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Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason is the P.E. teacher and you’re a fifth grade teacher. You both don’t exactly get along, but students wanted you together.

Key: Y/N= your name, L/N= last name


It was just another school year when the elementary school hired on a new physical education teacher. The last one didn’t exactly take to the students very well and was subsequently fired. Jason Todd decided to start teaching because he thought it would be a breeze, also there were people there that could help him, right?

You were one of the fifth grade teachers and you loved teaching. It was your passion, something you had wanted to do from a young age. The kids loved you and you cared for everyone of them equally. This year was going to be interesting because a brand new teacher was going to be trying there luck with the students. The students that went to this school weren’t angels per se, but they weren’t difficult if you didn’t know how to deal with children. As a teacher, you respected that the students had to have P.E., yet it was always such a bother on your schedule. Because of that, you never made it a priority to help or really talk to the P.E. teacher.


The first day was upon you and you, as always, weren’t ready. Even if you spent the entire summer getting ready, you could never be ready for the first day of school. You played all your “get-to-know-you” games and as you finished the last one, it was time to go to the gym.

“Okay guys, line up oldest to youngest then we’ll go to the gyms for P.E.,” you spoke with an excited tone and all your students rushed up asking each other their birthdays. After they lined up and you double checked, you took head and marched your way to the gymnasium. You had the student fill into the gym and sit on the floor in front of the office door.

You knocked. No one answered. You knocked again, a little harder. The students snickered as there was still no answer. You banged on the door, “Hello?” You took out your keys and searched for the one to the door. You opened the door to find a frazzled man tearing up the room. “Sir,” you sighed, exasperated, “do you need help?”

Jason spun around and collected himself. “Uh, no. No, I’m good. I’m good.” He gave a flashy debonair smile.

“Well, if you’re ‘good’, would you like to teach this class?” You nodded to the students behind you. They were all laughing and giggling because of the teacher who thinks he can handle them.

“Right!” Jason strode out of the office and stood full height in front of the children. This quieted them down. “Alright class,” he began, he looked them over with a fire in his eyes. “Who wants to play dodge ball!” The class screamed in delight, scrambling to their feet.

You shook your head and started to head back to your classroom when a hand grazed yours. “Hey, I never caught your name.” Jason looked at you expectantly.

“Y/N L/N, and yourself?” You sounded slightly annoyed.

“Jason Todd.”

“Well Mr. Todd, I’m off to my classroom. You’ll bring them back at the end of the period. I expect them on time, not a minute late. Also, George has asthma. I hope you know how to take care of that.”

Jason nodded, “I’ve got it all under control. Nothing to worry about here.” As he finished his sentence, Amelia was hit so hard, she fell flat on her back. A minute passed and she sprung right back up.

You turned back after you saw she was uninjured. “Okay… just don’t let anyone die,” you spoke uncertainly, doubting the ability of the new guy. Jason encouraged you to leave and you walked away, worrying about the safety of your kids.


“Hey little dudes! We have five minutes left, so let’s clean up the balls and get ready to head on back.” The class period was easier than Jason expected, with the exception of a few minor injuries. The students groaned, but did as they were told.

Annabel, a girl with golden pigtails, hopped up to Jason. “Mr. Todd? Do you like Ms. L/N?”

Taken slightly aback by the question, Jason stuttered, “I mean yeah- I guess- I mean she’s nice, I think.”

Then the hoard of little children came flocking over asking questions. “Mr. Todd do you like like Ms. L/N?”

“Mr. Todd, would you marry Ms. L/N?”

“Mr. Todd-”

“Mr. Todd-”

“Enough! Guys! We have to get back on time. If we don’t, Ms. L/N will never like like me, okay?” Getting the message, all the children lined up and waited to be guided back to their class.


About halfway through the school year, your students started to act strange. They began to ask very personal questions like ‘What’s your favorite restaurant?’ or ‘What is the best thing in a guy?’. the questions weren’t exactly foreign to you as a teacher, but they always were strange and unexpected. It wasn’t until they started to act odd as they went to P.E. that you began to get curious.

“Ms. L/N do you like people who speak other languages,” Amelia probed.

“Yes Amelia, it’s quite the talent. I have a question for you: why do you want to know?” You watched as the students blushed and snickered with each other. “I feel left out, what’s the joke?”

George spoke up, “We’re just curious! There’s nothing special!”

Gosh kids are terrible liars. “Well okay. Look at the time, let’s line up!”

You strode to the gym, a million things on your mind, unaware of the little giggles that arose from behind you.

Unbeknownst to you, your class had been relaying the information they were gathering to Jason. They were working to get you and him together. Jason found it endearing that they were so interested in your love life, but he never actually planned to make a move. When the students arrived at the gym that day, he noticed the way they acted and the way you had no clue.

“Hello Ms. Y/N and hello to you kids. There wouldn’t happen to be anything you want to say, would there?” He look knowingly to the students and they all giggled more.

“No Mr. Todd,” they sang in unison. That’s when you knew something was up. Your students were never so perfect, not even for the principle. As your students began to file in the gym, almost all of them ‘casually’ bumped you and Jason towards one another. Annabel was the last push that was so surprisingly strong, you fell onto Jason. 

You blushed furiously, “I’m so sorry. I lost my balance. Sorry.”

“You’re good,” he chuckled. He held you in his arms longer than accepted, but you didn’t move. You were lost in his eyes. You had never really taken time to look at the handsome man causing you to turn beet red. Jason looked at your face and felt like he was seeing you for the very first time.

The moment was cut off by the groans and tittering behind them. Broken from your trace, you stepped back. Jason, disappointed from your retreat, smirked knowingly. “I don’t know about you, but I know you pretty well and I think we’d be perfect for each other. How ‘bout a date?”

You nodded, “Yes! I mean, yes. That sounds like a plan. Friday?”

Jason smiled, “It’s a date.”

You heard cheers and turned to the children who were running around and bouncing excitedly. Their plans worked!


Bonus:

A few years later, Annabel, George, Amelia and the others weren’t shocked to find out that their favorite teachers in their last year of elementary school had gotten engaged after lord knows how long. They all got together and decided to visit you two, but not after pitching in to buy a wedding gift.

The students made there way into the school and followed their feet to their old classroom. They peaked in and saw you talking to a class.

One, two, three…

The kids burst into the classroom shouting a chorus of “Ms. L/N!”

Shocked, you took a minute to remember the faces that stood before you. When you did, you began to say hello to everyone. Telling them how old they look and how old you feel. They laughed. “What are you all doing here?”

“We came to congratulate you on the engagement! It took long enough,” Annabel, golden hair in a single braid, sang.

You laughed, “Well, I was just about to take the class to P.E., would you all like to tag along?” The older students agreed excitedly. You shook your head, smiling, “Okay. Everyone, line up youngest to oldest!” Your former students took there spot at the back of the line, chittering excitedly. “Hush back there!” They quieted down, but still chatted.

Your class filed into the gym and you met your fiance with a kiss. He smiled, “Hello Ms L/N.”

“Mr. Todd. You have visitors.” Curiosity filled the man and he peaked beyond your shoulder. His face lit up as he saw the crowd of previous students.

They came in and said hi and bickered excitedly with their previous teachers. They explained why they came and how happy they were for their favorite teachers.

“Also….we have a present!” You and Jason began to deny the gift. “No, no, no! We insist!”

Amelia passed you a bag. In side the bag was two pieces of wood with something written on each. The first said ‘Do you need help’ with your name written underneath. You laughed and read the second one ‘Uh, no. No, I’m good. I’m good.’ with Jason’s name written as the byline. You looked at him and he gazed at you.

Your first words to each other. It was perfect.

4

PETER PAN X READER - QUEEN OF SASS 


(Y/n) twirled her dagger in her hand a few times, trying to get used to the feeling once again. After arriving in Storybrooke with her father, almost everyone had asked her to stop carrying it around. They knew the rumours about the vicious pirate’s daughter, she wasn’t nicknamed ‘Red Handed Jill’ for no reason. But when Henry was captured by Pan and brought back to Neverland – the place she had visited many a time, but at much younger ages – she knew it was again time to bring it out.

               She practiced a few swipes, eyes narrowed in concentration. She adjusted her balance, rolling her shoulders and beginning again. She had never Pan but she knew from her father’s stories he was tricky demon. He looked like a harmless young boy, but he was much more than that. She understood that on some level, everyone was always underestimating her. Then she’d pull a knife on them and their opinion would change very quickly.

               “What’re you doing out here all on your own, love?” she froze, listening as the figure emerged from the bushes behind her “Didn’t anyone warn you, it’s dangerous here at night. There are many monsters”

               “I know of only one monster” she spun round on her heel, cocking her head to the side “And he’s standing right in front of me”

               Peter looked taken aback for a moment but quickly regained composer, sauntering toward her.

               “Now that wasn’t very nice-“

               “Not a step closer or I put a knife in your chest”

               He froze, watching the calm determined look in her eye. There was no way. She was no older than he was – well, what age he appeared to be. She was bluffing. She had to be.

               But there was something unnerving about those (Y/ec) eyes. She was so sure of herself. He wasn’t going to deny he found that attractive.

               “Who are you?” he asked, a slight smirk in the corner of his mouth.

               “Why would you like to know?” she countered, holding his icy stare easily.

               “You interest me” he confessed “You don’t look like the killer type, yet you hold that knife with years of practice in your hands”

               “We both know not to judge a book by its cover, Pan”

               “I suppose so” He nodded his head, slowly.

               The two were silent for a few moments, before Peter let out a light chuckle. He now recognised her. The Captain’s daughter, the little child who had toddled around Neverland’s most dangerous parts as if it were nothing but a simple playground. He had always found it very amusing, but had never confronted her until now.

               “What?” she snapped, not liking the way he was acting.

               “Oh nothing (Y/n)” he sighed, cracking his neck “Now, shall we get this over with”

               Without hesitation the girl lunged for him, foot work perfect. Her dagger just brushed the material of his shirt before he disappeared before her very eyes, reappearing behind her. He promptly wrapped his arms around her, nose brushing against her neck. He could feel her racing pulse, making him grin.

               “How-“she took a moment to calm down, still in shock “How do you know my name?”

               “Oh I know all about you, Red Handed Jill” Peter whispered, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end “The small girl, who never knew her mother was. The innocent child who became a bloodthirsting legend”

               “You only think you know me, Pan”, she slid her hand down her thigh, grabbing at her secret knife “That is the mere tip of the iceberg, monster

               She spun out of his grasp quickly, aiming the knife for his eye. Naturally he caught it, but he held her arm there, staring straight into her wild (Y/ec) eyes.

               “Aren’t we full of surprises?” Peter licked his lips out of habit, keeping a steady hold on her wrist.

               “I could say the same about you” she snorted “You did just teleport after all”

               “That is the mere tip of the iceberg, love” he mimicked, making the girl roll her eyes.

               He trailed his free hand down her face, playing with a strand of her (Y/hc) hair.

               “Until next time, sweet (Y/n)” he pushed her back – gently than he normally would – before walking off back into the bushes.

               (Y/n) blew him a sarcastic kiss, throwing her knife this time, so it landed just at the side of his head, stuck deep in the bark of a tree.

               “Next time I won’t miss”

***

After a long series of events, (Y/n) had agreed to take Henry’s place, meaning everyone else had left for home. Her father was very against the trade, however, she had promised she would escape somehow. But, the more time she spent on Neverland, the less likely that escape plan became. She was enjoying herself far too much.

               She sat with Felix, sharpening her knife and making small talk. But she could feel the pair of eyes burning into the back of her head. Peter was here. Peter was watching.

               He was always keeping an eye on her, always looking out for her. In a way she appreciated it, but she always wondered why.

               Well, now she was going to ask him. She had had quite enough tiptoeing around the situation.

               She sauntered over to the tree he was leaning against, eyes narrowed.

               “You got a problem, Pan?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

               “No” he frowned “Why?”

               “Just from where I was sitting you looked a little jealous” she smirked, raising her eyebrows “You got something you need to confess to me”

               “Don’t be ridiculous” he snapped, rolling his eyes “I am not jealous because you were talking to Felix”

               “Oh really?” she drawled “So you wouldn’t mind if I go back over there, and, oh I don’t know, kiss him”

               She watched as something snapped in his eyes. He said nothing for a few moments, trying to suppress his anger.

               “Fine” Peter shrugged “If you want to so badly, who am I to stop you?”

               “Okay” she grinned cheekily, barely moving two steps before he grabbed at her.

               “Not so fast” he growled, latching onto her upper arm “I have a proposition”

               “Go on” she grinned, not minding how close he pulled her.

               “You will be known as my Queen, you will help with all major decisions on the island…”He suggested.

               “But” she narrowed her eyes “Come on now Pan, there must be a catch”

               “No kissing the other boys”

               “So you were jealous”

               “No-“

               “Yes you totally were”

               “Is it a yes or no?”

               “Hmmm” she placed a finger on her chin dramatically “Do I get to leave if I want to?”

               “I suppose”

               “Fine”

               She reached up at placed a kiss firmly on his cheek. (Y/n) snorted at his shocked expression, pleased the reaction she had gotten out of him.

               “You never said I couldn’t kiss you” she sang, skipping away.

               He watched her go.

               The Queen of Neverland. The Queen of Sass. The Queen of his heart.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I dont know if youre still taking prompts. If you are can you write a fic killian teaches his and emmas son(s) how to be gentlemen and emma and the family think its so cute when they do something courteous?

Oh my goodness, this is adorable!


“Why, thank you, Charlie,” Snow said as the six-year-old held the door to Granny’s open as his family filed out of the diner.

“You’re welcome, Gramma,” Charlie replied politely.

Since their family was large, Charlie ended up acting as a doorstop for a good few moments without a word of complaint. Snow turned to Emma, a smile on her face and her eyes shining. “What a little gentleman.”

“Yeah, Killian’s been imparting all his gentleman-ly knowledge on the kid,” Emma replied, a matching smile on her lips. “Charlie holds doors, he pulls out chairs at the table. He even takes things from me if he thinks I’m carrying too much.”

Snow came thisclose to letting out an audible, “Awww.”

“It’s the cutest with Leia. He gets her toys and wraps an arm around her when she’s crying.” Which was often; Leia had recently entered her terrible twos and Emma was beginning to understand exactly how the age got its name.

“He’s going to make a special someone very happy someday,” Snow said.

Killian was the last to file out of Granny’s. He ruffled his young son’s hair as he took the door and told the kid to head down the stairs with a, “Well done, lad.”

Emma smiled lovingly at her boys while shifting a squirming Leia in her arms. “He sure will. After all, he takes after his dad.”