#barbara honey you were watching???

[pencilofawesomeness]

Day 1217 of Young Justice not giving us the Jason arc

#young justice #young justice phantoms #look I am beyond thrilled that the legion is getting love #and imra and cham are written so well #but I can't keep taking these jason teases #i know why the caged cat sings was a great episode #but like nobody questioned him??? #just standing there??? #barbara honey you were watching??? #granted cass being kidnapped was super distracting #but guys I can't take it anymore #seeing dick in the newest episode just made me miss jason more #can you miss someone you have barely met? #I do #although I do want to see conner and imra be okay so i'll wait #s5 better pick this storyline up i swear #honestly i'm really interested to see how combining the early jason and calm ra's arc bode #although that spiel ra's gave about family at the end of that ep had me feeling all types of emotion #LIKE SIR YOU HAVE TWO OF BRUCE'S KIDS #TWO!!!! #i swear if we gotta wait until damian is 10 i'mma cry #tinya I meant conner and tinya #though now imra bart and cham are all in need to #I love too many children in this show #but greg i'm begging you #just give us the jason arc already #btw i edited this because i'm dumb and he does have like two speaking lines #he just doesn't have a credited va that i can find #still they haven't actually name dropped him as jason yet so

[janeyseymour]

Bare-knuckle Fist Fight

Summary: you run into Melissa's ex. All hell breaks loose.

WC: ~2.5k

“Babe, please,” Melissa is pleading with you. Her and her friend Barbara were going out to dinner tonight, and your girlfriend so desperately wants you to tag along. “Barb wants to see you too.”

“She saw me today at school,” you retort.

Melissa frowns. “But outside of school,” she argues.

“Honey, I’m exhausted,” you sigh from your place on the couch. “The kids today were a mess, I was a mess, my head is pounding because I dropped my coffee during the first hour of the day so I didn’t have nearly enough caffeine, and I just want to relax and do a whole lot of nothing.”

The redhead sighs heavily at the list of reasons why you don’t want to go anywhere tonight, and she relents. If her day had gone that way, she would be the same way, if not worse. She crosses her way into the kitchen, grabs a few Advil and a bottle of water for you, pulls the blanket down from where it’s hanging over the back of the couch, and gives it all to you. She presses a soft kiss to your forehead before she heads back into her bedroom to freshen up her makeup and change out of her long sleeved pink shirt into a short sleeved one instead.

You feel bad, you really do. You love going out with the two of them- it’s always been a great time. But you weren’t lying when you said that your head hurt and your body was exhausted from the millions of decisions you had to make today in terms of your students. Between the thousands of questions you answered and the various meetings that you had throughout the day, your brain is exhausted, and you don’t want to have to think again for the rest of the night.

When she comes back into the living room and grabs her bag to start making her way out, you sigh dramatically.

“What, hun?” Green eyes meet your own as she shrugs her leather jacket back on. By the time she’s finished adjusting the cuffs on her sleeves, you’re standing next to her and slipping your shoes back onto your feet. When you stand up straight, she looks mildly concerned.

“I’m coming,” you tell her as you too grab your jacket.

Your girlfriend squeezes your hand softly. “Amore, you don’t have to.”

“I’ll just get a coffee during dinner, and I’ll be okay,” you promise her. “C’mon, we better get going if we’re going to be on time.”

The three of you have a lovely dinner, and you’re feeling much better by the end of it. When the kindergarten teacher suggests going somewhere else for another drink, Melissa stops her. 

“I gotta get Y/N home,” she says softly as she looks to you with warm eyes. “Today took a lot out of her.”

You shake your head almost immediately, and you regret it. Your head might be feeling better, but at the sudden and frantic movement, you can feel the tension behind your temple. Still, you tell her, “No, no. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Are you sure?” both women look to you. “It’s okay if you’re not feeling up to it. We can always go somewhere else another day.”

You wave a hand. “It’s Friday, I feel a lot better than I did; Let’s go somewhere else. Where were you thinking?”

“Where do you want to go?” your girlfriend asks you with a squeeze of the hand.

The three of you end up at a bar that you have no business being in- and it’s quite funny to watch the usually so buttoned up Barbara Howard get down on the dance floor with your girlfriend. While you and Melissa are usually the ones to be dancing together, you take a step back and settle on the barstool that you’re sitting on. It’s nice to watch the two of them let their hair down and relax for once, not a care in the world as they sip on their margaritas and dance the night away. 

All is well until you see two women make their way up to your girlfriend and the smile that was on her face immediately drops.

You can’t quite make out what the one woman is saying to Melissa and Barbara, but their faces tell you that they aren’t all too pleased with whatever is coming out of her mouth. You groan as you stand and make your way over to them. Your arms slink around Melissa’s waist, and you kiss her neck to show this woman that your girl was entirely off the market.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper into her ear. You can practically feel her shiver as you press yourself impossibly closer to your smoke show of a girlfriend. Your face flushes when she all but grinds into you subtly.

“Who the fuck is this?” the blonde woman asks.

“Eva, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet the blonde devil,” Melissa huffs. “My ex-girlfriend.”

Eva looks you up and down with a look of disgust. “Damn, Mel. You really downgraded. You went from me to… that.” She gestures at you vaguely. “Well, this is my girlfriend, Caroline.”

“Wow, babe,” Caroline looks at you and Melissa together. “You weren’t kidding when you said that your ex-girlfriend was a cradle robber. I mean, she gotta be- what? Eighty-five?”

Your eyebrows lift, as do Barbara’s- you both know that the concept of getting older and dating younger is not one that Melissa is particularly fond of talking about. It’s honestly often one of the things that the two of you speak of when she’s having doubts and fears about the path her life took as opposed to the one that she had planned when she was a little girl. To Melissa’s credit, the green eyes that usually sparkle only turn dull- there is no yelling or cursing like you and her work wife had expected. But you? You’re not about to let this woman talk shit on your girlfriend and not defend her.

“Excuse you?” You release your girlfriend and puff out your chest just slightly.

“I said she’s a hag!” Your ex-girlfriend’s new girlfriend takes it to an all new low. “And you’re nothin’ but a dumb slut!”

Melissa gets scarily close to Caroline and hisses, “What did you say about my girlfriend? Say it again- I dare ya.”

Barbara is standing there, looking as though she wants to intervene. “Girls,” she tries to shout over the music. Her quiet pleas though go unheard.

“I said she’s a dumb slut!” the woman states again, getting nose to nose with your girlfriend.

Melissa winds up her fist, but you stop her just in the knick of time.

“Oh, I see we’ve really gotten a hold of our temper,” Eva laughs loudly, obnoxiously. She looks to you. “Good luck getting this one to calm the hell down… like a bat outta hell, I swear.”

“Actually,” you chuckle deviously. “I haven’t had any issues with her temper. Maybe all she needed was a loving girlfriend instead of a stuck up bitch.”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing,” Eva squares up with you, taking out her earrings. You follow suit and take out your earrings and hand them to the kindergarten teacher.

“Girls,” Barbara tries to cut in again as she takes your jewelry in her hands, but it doesn’t matter because there’s a drink thrown on you before she can continue, and all hell breaks loose. 

Although you don’t have quite the temper your girlfriend does, you see absolute red once you can see again, vodka dripping down your face. You throw the rest of your drink on the woman before her fist collides with your cheek.

You stumbles backwards before regaining your balance, and you go at her with full force. Melissa and Caroline start to get involved, trying to pry you off of each other but it only makes it worse. 

Barbara takes a few steps back. She cannot get involved in this- not if someone is going to bail the two of you out of jail tonight.

Before you know it, four security guards are prying you all off of each other, you’re covered in the blood that is cascading from your nose, Melissa is clutching at her eye that’s bound to be bruised over and swollen shut tomorrow if it’s color right now is anything to go by, and Eva and Caroline are both cradling their cheeks from the punches that you and your girlfriend were able to get in. 

All four of you are put in handcuffs and hauled out of the bar. You and your girlfriend are put into one squad car while the other couple is stuffed into another.

“Can I at least have a tissue for my nose?” you ask as you spit the blood that’s dripping into your mouth onto the floor. God, you hate the taste of blood. “And for Christ’s sake, you should be taking my girlfriend to the hospital with that eye of hers.”

“Y/N, I am fine,” Melissa grumbles, and she goes to roll her eyes but she has to stop herself because the right one throbs erratically. 

While your asses are being dragged down to the local police station, Barbara sits outside of the bar on a bench dreading the phone call she knows she has to make. She does not have enough cash on her right now to bail the two of you out, nor is she sober enough to drive to the ATM and then down to the local precinct. With a sigh, she dials the number.

“Barb, honey, you ready for me to come pick the three of you up?” Gerald answers from his place on the couch. He’s getting rather tired, but he knows that when the three of you go out, particularly after a day like you all had, it can tend to get a bit wild.

“I’m ready for you to come pick me up,” she states.

“The girls aren’t with you?”

“I’m afraid that… we may have to go bail them out of jail,” the teacher says into her phone quietly.

“Jail?” Gerald asks incredulously. Barbara can practically see her husband’s eyes bulging out of his head.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “Jail. There was… a situation. I’ll explain when you come pick me up.”

“Okay,” the man sighs out as he stands from his recliner. He slips his shoes on. “Are you at your usual bar?”

“No,” the kindergarten teacher says. “We were at… Woodys, of all places.”

“Good lord, Barb,” Gerald chuckles at that revelation. “I didn’t think you had it in you to go there.”

“Y/N wanted to go, and you know how Melissa is for that girl, and I was not about to be the- you know what? Just come get me.”

Gerald pulls up to the bar where his wife is sitting outside on the curb, looking around constantly and being entirely aware of her surroundings.

“Oi, woman,” the man gets his wife’s attention. “Get in the car so we can go pick up your clowns.”

“Not my circus, not my monkeys,” Barbara huffs as she buckles her seatbelt.

Gerald looks to his wife with a smirk. “Except they are your circus.”

“Don’t remind me.”

You and your girlfriend are sitting in a holding cell together while Eva and Caroline are in the one next to you, and they’re all but spitting insults at the two of you. They’re claiming that they’re going to file to sue.

“Oh, drink piss, Eva,” your girlfriend shouts. “You were the one who threw the first punch! If anything, you’re ass is getting sued, and you know I know a guy who can make sure we win!”

“Mel,” you sigh as you continue to hold up a tissue to your somehow still bleeding nose- you know that whenever you get out of here, you’re surely going to end up at the hospital.

“I’m just statin’ the truth, Y/N!” the redhead exclaims.

“We know exactly who threw the first punch thanks to security cameras, and we will be holding her accountable,” one of the officers says as comes in with a roll of his eyes. “For now…” he unlocks your holding cell.

You look up, as does Melissa.

“We haven’t even made a call,” you look to the man in blue curiously.

“Didn’t have to,” Barbara comes up from behind him. Gerald is there too.

You immediately launch yourself at Barbara, thanking her repeatedly for getting you out of here.

“You didn’t have to spring us out,” Melissa sighs. “I woulda called Dommy to come get us out.”

Gerald just chuckles as his wife says softly, “My circus, my monkeys,” as she holds onto you. When she pulls back, her eyes widen just slightly. Your nose is a deep shade of purple, as is your girlfriend’s eye.

“Let’s get going now,” Barbara sighs. “We have to get the two of you to the hospital.”

By some grace of God, the emergency room at Jefferson isn’t swimming in drunk people yet, and you and Melissa are put into a room rather quickly. They check the two of you out- explaining that neither of you have concussions, which is miraculous considering the amount of blows the two of you took. 

The doctors on call tell Melissa that her eye should heal up just fine with hot compresses and ice. You, on the other hand, are a different story. Once they clean up the blood that has dried, it becomes clear that you were not only bleeding from the inside of your nose, but also the outside. One of the other woman’s rings must’ve gotten caught on your nose and scratched it from the bridge all the way down. As they pour antiseptic cleaner on it and clean you up, you have to hiss in pain. It stings, and they’re prodding on the area where you already know your nose is broken. The doctor confirms that a few minutes later.

You leave the hospital with your girlfriend and the Howards a bit later, a nose guard taped to your face.

You grumble the entire ride home about how not only are kids going to be asking a million questions when you go into school on Monday with a black and blue cheek and a broken nose, but so is the staff. Melissa just runs her arms up and down your own, trying to ease your mind by telling you that she is also going to have to answer to a billion questions too.

Gerald pulls up to the townhouse that you and your girlfriend share, and as you get out of the car, Barbara Howard grabs your arms gently.

“What?” you ask.

“We are never going to Woodys again.”

“Understood, and agreed,” you sigh as you hold your hand out to help the redhead out of the car.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Pink nightmares

Warnings: First Meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Barbie (Margot Robbie) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Barbie meets another human.

PS: Lesbians in a relationship are fast

Requests: OPEN

Special request: @lillymonroe66

[Main masterlist] [Barbie masterlist]

When Barbara got up, she felt her nightshirt sticking to her back. She was sweating. She had had the same nightmare again.

Carefully, she put on the slippers Gloria had bought her and began shuffling her feet to walk to Gloria's door.

She knocked gently on the door, and getting no answer, opened the door only to find the woman sound asleep.

I knew the woman had had a tough week. With her new position at Mattel, a teenage daughter, and her and her husband's estrangement, she didn't have much time for a worried Barbie. So, Barbie simply closed the door and walked to Sasha's door, walked over to the sleeping child and moved her slightly.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't sleep" she whisper. "What do humans do when they can't sleep?"

"Ahg, Barbie, I don't know , go watch TV or something?"

Sure, when she watched movies with Gloria and she rested her head in her lap, she always fell asleep. That was her solution.

She quickly left the room and went downstairs to the living room, turning on the television and adjusting the volume so as not to disturb anyone.

She changed channels more times than she would like to admit, but, despite finding programs that people regularly use to fall asleep because of how boring they are, such as infomercials (even though Barbie loved infomercials), she couldn't fall asleep.

Thirty minutes later, she was forced to turn off the television and re-enter the teenager's room.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I still can't sleep" she whispered again. "what else can I do?"

"Agh, how should I know?" replied the girl half asleep and with obvious irritation. "why don't you go for a walk?" yawned. "Like in the movies you like."

Sure, that always put teenagers in the movies to sleep.

Carefully, she went back downstairs, sitting on the floor to put on the sneakers Gloria had instructed him to leave by the front door, opened the door and quickly decided to put on a sweatshirt of Sasha's, because it was getting a little chilly.

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Barbie had been walking aimlessly for a long time. Somehow, she had reached the Venice Beach pier (her favorite beach), but she was so engrossed in the beauty of the sea, she didn't realize that it had already started to get light.

Least of all she had noticed, a woman was absentmindedly running up to her… until the two collided.

"Oh shit."

"Ahhh"

From the blow, both girls ended up on the floor, the blonde kneeling and the woman in sportswear fell on her butt, but the latter quickly got up to help the blonde up.

"I'm sorry, I'm too distracted."

"Don't worry" spoke Barbie as she tried to brush the dirt off her knees, but as she touched the right one… "Ouch."

"Oh shit" repeated the girl. "Honey, you're bleeding. come here."

Carefully, the stranger took the blonde ex-doll by the shoulders to the table of a coffee shop that was there on the dock and they were just opening.

The girl asked for a first aid kit, sat the blonde down and bent down to be at the blonde's knee.

The waiter quickly brought the first aid kit, causing the stranger to quickly draw the disinfectant on the wound, causing the blonde to hiss.

"I'm really, really sorry. Now you're going to have a little scar on your leg" she spoke, showing sorrow in her eyes.

"Are you kidding?" laughed the blonde "I've never gotten any of these before, it's fabulous… Ahhh!" she yelled as the other woman put disinfectant back on.

"I'm sorry" repeated the stranger. "So…you've never had a raspon, what's wrong with you, didn't you have a childhood?"

'Honey, I think it would be advisable for you not to tell anyone that… you were a doll. People aren't made for this kind of situation normally.'

Gloria's voice reached the blonde's ears.

"It's hard to explain."

Carefully, the woman took a small band-aid out of the box and placed it on the blonde's small, clean wound.

"Ta-da" the woman stood up, as she showed the other woman the band aid along with some jazz hands, eliciting laughter from the former doll. "There. Now not only do you have your scratch, but you also have an amazing band aid to show off. And it's Hello Kitty."

The blonde laughed again.

"Thank you very much…"

She said trying to guess the name of the woman in front of her.

"T/N. My name is T/N. What's yours?"

"Barbara. But everyone calls me Barbie."

They both gave each other a smile.

"Well, Barbie… I'd really like you to tell me about your non-existent experience with childhood injuries."

"Ohh, believe me, it's quite weird and complicated to explain" commented the blonde feeling a strange sensation accentuate in her belly, and she felt a scorching heat rise up her neck to her cheeks.

"Well, I have all the time in the world to understand your story" T/N quickly sat down next to the blonde and gave her a smile. "Besides, I wouldn't waste any opportunity to be with a woman as beautiful as you."

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T/N got out of her car, took her keys and locked the car. She walked quickly to the door of the house and knocked on the door, just once. Before she could give another knock, the door swiftly opened, revealing the blonde ex-doll with a perfectly matched outfit and beautiful silky hair.

"Hi baby."

Before T/N could continue to admire her girlfriend, the latter threw herself into T/N's arms and began to spread kisses all over her face.

"Ahgggg. Get a room."

And there was Sasha, trying to annoy Barbie. T/N had given up trying to figure out which of the two was playing the role of little sister.

"Sasha, leave them alone!"

And there was Gloria, their mother and best friend.

Barbie moved to let T/N into the house. She quickly entered the house, ruffled the younger girl's hair and walked to the kitchen, where Gloria was waiting for them with sandwiches.

"Are you nervous?"

"Well, yeah, anyone would be if you're going to meet all your girlfriend's distant friends."

"Oh honey" Gloria gave her a smile. That mom smile "You don't have to be nervous. Everyone is very friendly there."

"I'm ready now, baby!" Barbie came bounding in with three giant suitcases.

Gloria and T/N looked at each other with complicity.

"Are you sure you have everything?"

"I think I s… Oh, I almost forgot my friendship bracelets I made for everyone…"

And just as quickly as she came, she left, ducking into her room again.

"Do you have the ring?" whispered Gloria.

"What ring?" asked Sasha.

"Shhhh!" both older women tried to shush her.

"Yes" whispered T/N as she pulled out the little velvet box he kept in her pants pockets.

"OH SHIT!" shouted Sasha.

"Gloria, Sasha said a rude thing!" accused Barbie as she re-entered the room next to a fistful of bracelets.

"Yes honey, I just heard her. And she'll be in trouble once they leave."

T/N took the suitcases and all the things Barbie was going to take on her trip (rather short for all the things Barbie was carrying), said goodbye to Gloria, her husband and Sasha.

They both got in the car to drive to Venice Beach.

"Ready?" asked Barbie, flashing that beautiful smile that T/N had fallen in love with.

"Always, with you by my side."

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[milfjuulpod]

Guidance

a new job as a guidance counselor lands you at Abbott Elementary, and it doesn’t take long for a certain redhead to catch your attention.

The morning air was surprisingly enjoyable, August bringing out comfortable weather again. It was Monday, the first day of your new job. Luckily for you, students weren’t coming back for another week, giving you time to get used to the new environment and plan out the school year. The steps up to Abbott Elementary were short, and you took a deep breath in before entering. The halls were filled with character, drawings from students and back to school posters flooded the white walls. Finding your way to the principal’s office, you decided to introduce yourself. 

       To your surprise, the office was empty. Lights off, and no personal items found, you assumed she hasn’t arrived yet. “If you’re looking for Ava she won’t be here for at least—” You turned around at the sound of a woman’s voice, her accent thick and attitude evident. She stopped speaking once she looked up from her phone and met your gaze, eyes scanning your whole body. “Who are you?” She asked bluntly. “I’m the new guidance counselor, sorry I was just looking for Ms. Coleman,” You gestured back to the empty room. 

       “Nice try. She’ll be here in a couple hours.” Uninterested in the conversation, the redhead started walking away from you. “Good luck, kid,” She said as she fully left your view. She didn’t leave your mind, though. Disappointed at the lack of direction, you decided to retreat to your new office and start setting things up for the week to come. 

-

       By the following Monday, you had met most of the staff, made some plans for the year, and were excited to finally meet the students. You found yourself in a little friend circle with Jacob, Janine, and Gregory. All of them were sweet in their own ways, and they were quick to accept you in (mostly Janine). A few other teachers were a different story. Barbara was incredibly sweet, but she seemed distant. You didn’t take it personally, from what you’ve heard, not many people stay too long at Abbott, and she was probably expecting you to be gone by next year. Nonetheless, Barbara was always kind. And then there was Melissa, the first person you met. She was…different. Outwardly tough, internally soft-hearted. You still couldn’t tell whether or not she trusted you yet, but you doubt she did. She kept her guard up, and made her disdain for “newbies” quite obvious. 

      Right before the lunch bell, there was a knock at your door. In waltzed Ava, with a student in tears by her side. “Hey gorgeous, this little man has been pestering students all morning long, but last year was a totally different story. Kid had friends in all grades!” She explained, keeping a hand on the student’s shoulder. “That’s alright, come sit down honey,” You said gently to the student, and smiled a goodbye to Ava. As she exited, she left your door propped open. Distracted by helping the student in front of you, it went unnoticed. But to a certain Italian, it was certainly noticed. Melissa took her time walking the halls, listening in on you working with a student. As she got closer, she realized it was her student, and that was enough of an excuse as any to allow herself in. She definitely didn’t want to go in just to watch you in your element. 

       “And Aniyah? Is she still your friend?” You asked the child in front of you, still unaware of the visitor you had. You turned around to grab a book, and when you faced the front again, you saw her. “Oh! Ms. Schemmenti, hi. Is this your student?” You asked. “Yeah, that one’s mine. And Melissa is fine,” She told you, smiling small, but it was there nonetheless. Maybe she did like you after all. 

       Melissa decided to sit in on your session with her student, which certainly didn’t help your nerves. Maybe she’s just protective, you thought to yourself. The minutes passed slowly, every so often you would look at Melissa to find her already looking at you. It was like that the whole time, her green eyes watching your every move while her perfect lips stayed tight together. It wasn’t until the bell rang again that she spoke. 

       “I’ll take him back with me. You were good today with him, he doesn’t talk much to new people. I’m impressed,” She complimented you, and you tried your best to not let it go to your head. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. Have a good rest of your day guys,” You waved goodbye to the student and teacher, and couldn’t help but watch Melissa leave and chat with her student. It had only been a week, and you were wrapped completely around her finger. 

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[fadingdaggerr]

from miles away

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: melissa’s ex husband pays you a visit after you move in

warnings: joe, protective r, a couple gross innuendos, author is a proud man hater and it shows

translation: sfigato means loser

note: haven’t written for melissa before but i had the idea for the argument for something else and thought i’d try something new. let me know how y’all feel about this and if you’d like more melissa stuff or not :)

three years ago, she would cover your eyes when you came over for dinner, now you’re here. for the last five months, you’d woken up every morning morning with melissa laying across your back as she lightly snored in your ear. her light breath passing over the shell of your ear, mixed with the smell of her honey shampoo, it was almost enough to lull you back to sleep every time.

getting dressed was more about watching melissa while you tried not to drool. getting ready was more staring at her while she applied her lipstick, her taunting you with winks in the mirror when she caught you. leaving always consisted of you running ahead of her to open the car door, kissing her knuckles as she sat down. mornings were precious with melissa schemmenti.

smack… smack… smacksmacksmack. thunk.

you heard melissa snicker behind you as she watched you fight the vending machine for a kitkat stuck on the edge of a bag of doritos. you playfully glared back as you dropped more quarters in to get her raspberry iced tea. she’s lucky she’s cute.

you offer the iced tea to her with a sweet smile, but pull it out of her reach at the last second, “making fun of me, schemmenti?”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” she answers with fluttering lashes and a pitched voice, loving the laugh it drew out from you. she extends her hand, speaking normally, “now hand it over, hot stuff.”

lunch was the best period of the day. no students for half an hour, and then for another half hour when fourth graders went to gym. pure peace for the whole hour. granted, half of that got to spent admiring melissa from across the table instead of listening to anything anyone says.

your eyes drink in the site of her with a ponytail, bangs pushed back by her glasses, and wearing your sweater, the very one she had given back to you two weeks ago because it ‘didn’t smell like you anymore.’ barbara side-eyed you with a chuckle, simply amused by the adoration for her best friend that was practically seeping from your pores. the heart-eyes directed melissa’s way were rudely interrupted by the phone behind the coffee maker ringing.

teacher lee reaches for it first before stretching an arm out to you, “front desk for you.”

never once has someone shown up in the middle of the day for you. you grab the phone from lee, “hello?”

“it’s ahmed. i got a guy up here saying he wants to talk to you about his wife,” he speaks quietly and unsure into the phone.

you’re silent for a second, scanning the room before saying quickly, “conference room two, i’ll be there in a minute.”

hanging up the phone, you gather yourself together. melissa and barbara stare at you for a second, then look at each other. you think quickly to avoid a certain someone from following you.

“got a parent up front, i guess. i’ll see you in a bit,” you don’t spare a glance to melissa before nearly running out the door. please be anyone else, please be literally anyone else.

you pass ahmed, only asking him, “he got a green cap on?”

“yeah, why?” he asks without looking up from his phone.

“mental preparation.”

—

melissa stared at the door for a moment before looking at barbara with nothing but confusion on her face, “what kind of parent stops by in the middle of the day?”

barbara shrugs, “maybe one of the parents works at the hospital, they have got schedules going each and every direction.”

melissa hummed in agreement, but still was weary about your departure. she leaves the lounge early to ‘touch up her makeup,’ and heads towards conference room two. three equally curious ducklings, janine, jacob, and barbara, follow behind her.

two familiar voices argue on the other side of the door, and melissa is frozen in place listening for a moment. she opens the door quietly, seeing you shove her ex-husband back before getting in his face.

—

the conference room door felt as if it weighed ten thousand pounds, your muscles tensing as you stepped in. closing the door behind you, you crossed your arms and spoke.

“what do you want, joe?”

“annette mentioned something about you moving into my house,” he stated with a disgruntled tone.

you sharply exhale through your nose, “it’s not your house. and that doesn’t answer my question. why are you here?”

“you’re living in my house,” he says again.

you exhale with annoyance, “your name isn’t on the deed anymore and you don’t pay for it. you haven’t since before you two got divorced. it’s melissa’s house, not yours.”

he stepped forward in attempts to intimidate you, “i want you out of my house and away from my wife.”

“what wife?” you retort quickly, “surely you don’t mean melissa? she divorced you, if you remember correctly.”

he stepped even closer, only about a foot of room between you, “god you two deserve each other. you’re just as arrogant, and she’s just as stupid,” his finger poked into your shoulder, “let me give you a little advice on handling that cu-”

red.

your palm goes to his own shoulder and shoved him back, “speak about her like that again and i promise they’ll never find you,” deep breath in, deep breath out, “and don’t touch me, ever. or give me your advice or anything else, as a matter of fact.” getting into joe’s face, you continue, “i don’t need to ‘handle’ melissa,” you exaggerate the quotations marks around his wording, “you and i both know, very fucking well, that she can handle herself perfectly fine.”

joe doesn’t back down, so you continue, “and why would i advice from you? she. left. you. why would i want advice from the man who fumbled that hard,” you’re nearly laughing in his face at this point, “but if i want advice on how to become greatly acquainted with my own hand, i’ll give you a shout.”

“you’re a disgusting bitch,” he seethes.

“all that and more,” you say walking towards the door, “you can walk down this hall and walk out the front doors,” you gesture with your thumb, “i’m sure there’s a bathroom stall wall with a nice, comfy hole in it just calling your name.”

joe’s front crumples with the last of your words, anger and defeat written across his face in permanent marker. you obnoxiously wave at him as he leaves, muttering under his breath as he stares at his feet. you hear ahmed laughing to himself, before looking at him, “not a word ahmed. not. one. word.”

“dude…” he laughs, “should i put him on the no-entry list?”

you shrug, “if he comes back, call me, no matter who he asks for. only call me.”

“aye-aye captain. i’m not messing with you, not even a little bit,” ahmed jokes as you walk back to the lounge.

—

melissa was standing wide-eyed in the hall. she was taken back by every part of the conversation she’d heard. she’d never seen you that angry, and come to think of it. she’d seen you upset, annoyed, even pissed. she still recalls the violent yell of ‘WHAT?!’ when you watched the game of thrones finale together, she swears it echoes in the living room still. but she had never seen you speak with such pure anger and hatred.

“melissa…” barbara cautiously starts.

“later. very later,” melissa replies, still collecting her thoughts.

when they heard your voice in the hallway, the group quickly made their way back to the lounge. melissa and barbara pretend to look interested in their phones, not looking at you as you came in. janine and jacob were sitting looking at each other, both nearly in shock over what they had heard you say. you’d never said anything that grotesque in the three years they’d been at abbott, but damn.

taking your spot across from melissa, and instead of resuming your not-so-subtle staring, you stare at the table. a few minutes go by before you feel someone’s foot tap against yours. you look up from the table to see melissa staring at you, nodding towards to door, a silent request to talk.

with a short nod, you get up and start to walk towards your classroom, melissa follows after she packs up her things.

you hear her heels click against the tile floors of the classroom and just say, “eavesdropping isn’t very polite, mel.”

“so is not telling me joe was here,” she replies. she’s right, and you know she is. you knew it was him, or at least you were pretty sure.

“he asked to speak to me,” you lean against your desk and grab her hand, “and it was just some sad uber-masculine way to try and intimidate me.” you play with her rings as your explanation quickly turns into a rant, “but he insulted you, melissa. to my face! he can say whatever he wants about me, i don’t care. but you? you? no way in h- why are you smiling?”

she yanks your arm and pulls you into a hug before speaking, “you threatened to kill that sfigato all because he called me a bitch?”

you shake your head the best you can with her vice grip around your neck, “not a bitch, worse. and he kept saying it’s his house and you’re his wife, like he doesn’t live above that gyro spot, lonely and alone.”

you feel melissa’s laughter more than you hear it, and it makes your arms tighten around her waist once more before letting her go. she’s so lovely, simply lovely. how anyone could let her go was beyond your comprehension. you’re just thankful that she trusts you, enough to let you befriend her, and then enough to love her completely.

“you don’t need to protect me. i’ve got four bats hidden around the house and two in the car. and one under my desk,” you watch her count again in her head, “and the one in your car.”

“i know you don’t need me to,” you fix the chains of her necklaces as you continue, “but i love you, and that means i’m sticking up for you, no matter what, no matter who.”

melissa is nearly certain that if you two weren’t at school, she’d be a puddle of tears. the gentle fixing of her necklaces, your soft voice and oh-so-sweet words, she just wanted to kiss your face all over. workplace rules have her settle for a lingering kiss to your cheek, i love you too mumbled into your skin.

you cupped her cheek, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. in the most loving tone you say to her, “if he shows up again i’m gonna use the damn car bat on him.”

melissa laughs heartily, “maybe he’ll just find the hole in stall wall and get too busy to come back.”

a mix of a groan and laugh leaves you, you’d entirely forgotten your earlier words. melissa stays in the classroom until the end of lunch bell rings, before she quickly kisses you goodbye.

you watch her walk away, then watch her run back in, “how did he find out you moved in?”

“i don’t know how, all i know is annette had something to do with it,” you answer with a little shrug.

you see her face immediately go into planning mode for what to say to annette when she inevitably chews her out. she spins to leave your classroom for real this time, but just as she’s about to head out the door, you pull her back in and press another kiss to her lips, for good measure.

feedback appreciated as always <3

title is from passionfruit by drake

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary

[lightwing-s]

Honey, biker!Jason checks out reader while hanging out with Roy and the batboys (Dick, Tim, Duke) across the street as reader doing thrift with friends, not noticing him at all until someone points out and reader get flustered, finally notice Jason as he smirks, with Roy and rest of the batboys openly tease him and Dick calls the girls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) to look up for reader with "Yo, Jason's hooked up." "Don't tell Dami yet." texting them in the fam's 'Jason' group chat? Feels like it's what Dick would do as he's their big bro, and that he genuinely cares for Jason.

a/n: i love this idea so much lol pt ii

It was a really warm summer day when you and your friends decided to go out thrifting together, walking from one shop to the other and leaving with bags upon bags of clothes you’d probably regret purchasing later. The humidity causing the thin fabric of your dress to stick to your skin.  

You were coming out of a coffee house after getting yourselves some cold beverages, when your friend pinched your side to catch your attention.

“Someone is grabbing attention today.” she teased, as you took some time to comprehend until she pointed to the group of guys hanging out on the other side of the street.

Resting against a red sports motorcycle was a tall dark haired guy, clad in a muscle tee and jeans, that couldn’t stop staring at you even when his friends made sure to speak and laugh as loud as they could around him. You couldn’t help the blush from creeping up your cheeks as his eyes met yours, throwing you a wink and a smirk before finally being noticed by his friends.

From afar, you couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but by the way he shook his head when they ruffled his hair and laughed looking in your direction, you could guess they were certainly making fun of the situation.

“Falling in love with the view, buddy?” Roy said, ruffling Jason’s hair, who pushed his arm away from him, mumbling a ‘shut up’ back to his best friend.

“I’ll give you that, Jay” his brother, Dick, started. “You have good taste.”

A series of jokes followed as Jason returned his eye to the other side of the street, searching for you and finding you and your friends still in the same place, a rosy tint visible in your face even from a distance.

He seriously wanted to punch those guys for making you feel uncomfortable, and he wanted even more to drive his bike towards you and get away from this situation, but he was too embarrassed by his friends to do that. He watched you walk away, a tinge of sadness filling his chest to see you go.

“He’s been staring for ten minutes. He’s gone, guys.” Tim joined in, while Dick picked up his phone to snatch a picture of you and send on a newly formed group chat conveniently named ‘Jason’s love life S.O.S’

dick: find this girl, we’re reporting her to the police. she just stole baby jay’s heart :(

steph: ooh noo. anyways, who wants to watch the new barbie movie on sunday.

roy: don’t be mean to him. guy just missed the love of his life.

tim: DON’T TELL DAMI YET BUT I’M HEARING WEDDING BELLS.

barb: y/n s/n, she’s a student at gotham university. i have her id and cell phone number, and personal address if you’re not going to be weird about it.

tim: THE BELLS ARE GETTING LOUDER!!

dick: I’M THE BEST MAN!!

jason: i’m not inviting any of you to wedding, for starters

barb: you’re assuming there’s going to be a wedding in the future…

jason: if you massage me the address the assumption will be closer to reality

#jason todd fluff #jason todd blurb #jason todd imagine #biker!jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n

[sasheneskywalker]

batfamily fic recs where members of the batfamily deal with their experiences with sexual assault

The Silence Grows Louder (Ringing Out In My Head) by Kirazalea

I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe,

And it takes everything.

Till it all spills out,

Reckless but honest words leave out my mouth

Like kerosene on a flame of doubt,

I just couldn't make it right…

Duke notices something while on a mission, and that one observation turns into a confrontation with parts of Dick's past that he's kept hidden from his brothers for years.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Miriam Delgado/Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson, Daughter(s) of Acheron (DCU)/Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Into The Light by LilliputianDuckling

When Dick finally learns what happened to Tim during the assassination tournament, it reopens an old wound. Trying to TALK about it opens a whole Pandora's box of old wounds.

To make matters worse, Ra's still wants a new heir from Dick's little brother.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

You Brought the Flames and You Put Me Through Hell by Sohotthateveryonedied

Womanizer.

Dog.

Slut.

They’re jokes. They’ve always been jokes. No one ever intends to be hurtful when they tease Dick, when they pat him on the shoulder and remark on his latest exploit, when they ogle him from behind. It’s a joke. No one actually means it.

Except for the ones who do.

M | Rape/Non-Con | Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

I Don't Know How to Say No by Sohotthateveryonedied

“What the hell is your problem?” Dick demands, yanking his arm back. “I was working.”

“That’s what you call working? He had his hands all over you like a piece of meat. You should be thanking me.”

“That’s how an interrogation works, idiot. People give up information more freely when their inhibitions are lowered.”

“If that’s how you interrogate, then I’d hate to see your torture techniques.” Jason stalks off toward the car they arrived in, one of Bruce’s less conspicuous vehicles that they “borrowed” for the night. He opens the driver’s side door and slams it behind him. “Get in the fucking car.”

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson (mentioned)

When Will Enough Be Enough? by Sohotthateveryonedied

Dick Grayson, first and foremost is, and has always been, a performer. The first sunlight to touch his young cherubic face was a spotlight. His first love was the trapeze from which he swung. He was a star. He was perfect.

That was his birthright: talent, strength, beauty. Beauty. All throughout his formative years under the circus tent, it was always Dick’s cheeks that were pinched by fawning old ladies. He was the Flying Grayson whom everyone wanted to get their picture taken with.

Such a looker! The girls are going to be all over you one day, honey, just you wait. It was usually followed by a wink and a laugh, and Dick would laugh right along with them. The attention wasn’t any more of a hardship than the adoring crowds’ cheers were when the dazzling Dick Grayson landed a quadruple flip fifty feet above the ground. Everyone loved him, and he loved being loved.

(A character study about Dick Grayson's relationship with his sexuality, and how his perception of his worth becomes warped by the way others treat him.)

M | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Unsteady by withthekeyisking

Dick grew up watching Bruce take countless women to bed for the sake of the mission, and to get what he needed from different people. He watched, and he learned.

And maybe he doesn't feel the same things the people around him feel, maybe he doesn't really like sex, but it doesn't really matter. Because if sex makes people happy, then why does his opinion on everything matter? It's not their fault he's broken.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Various, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Hat Full of Glass by succeeding

Dick's injured one night on patrol, which is no big deal. Sure, his face is a little burnt, but it's not like anything serious happened-- so why is everyone acting like it has? Faced with a concussion and mandatory rest, he has a lot of time to think, and that's never good for someone in their line of business.

OR: An injury threatens to scar Dick's face, and it brings up a lot of things in him, things he hadn't realized were even there. The Batfamily acts and reacts.

T | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Everyone

Honeypot by Ididloveyou_once

‘If you keep getting older who’s gonna take your place?’ Jason tilted his head to look at Bruce. ‘Did ya hear me, B? I asked who you’ll use as a honeypot when Dickhead’s old and blind.’

The milkshake cup crinkled under Dick’s fingers.

Or: Dick’s kept it together for years and it only takes a single comment for it all to come crashing down.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

here comes the rain again by pocketofsky

Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why.

Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne

When it Rains by vellaphoria

After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems… wrong.

Dick tries to find out what it is.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake

Change by TheSilencer

"Are you telling me that being human trafficked felt the same as being a member of the Justice League?"

Dick jerked back. "Don't say it like that. That makes it sound way worse than it is."

Or a mission goes exactly as intended but has unintended consequences.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

something just broke by BeatriceEagle

With teams run by a small handful of big names, recruitment based almost entirely on who you know, and unchecked interteam dating, the superhero community is practically designed to encourage interpersonal abuse. When a former sidekick comes forward to say that she was abused by her mentor, the entire community has to reckon with the part they may have played—and with the abuses that may still be going unnoticed.

(A story of systems, told through chats, texts, and transcripts.)

M | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Barbara Gordon & Dinah Lance, Koriand'r & Donna Troy

Petals for Armor by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

There’s a small half-moon of blood under the white of Tim’s nail where he bent it. He studies the red of it, feeling foggy and dreamlike. “Can I ask you a question?”

His brother’s eyes flick to him and away again, surprised and wary. “What?”

His nail doesn’t hurt much, just the dullest of aches when he presses down against it. “When you were homeless, you slept with people for money, didn’t you?”

Jason jerks like he’s been slapped. His knuckles are so pale where they grip the steering wheel they suddenly look more bone than flesh. “Did I -”

“Was it worth it?” Tim asks, drifting like a cloud over whatever furious reaction Jason was about to give him. “The money, I mean.”

His sternum slams into the seatbelt with bruising force. Unbraced for it, his head whips forward and back against his seat as they swerve off the road again and skid to a halt with a screech of rubber.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Jason Todd

fingerprints all over me (now my throat's choked up and I can't breathe) by lostandlonelybirds (RUNNFROMTHEAK)

“I don’t have my comm, Dick,” is whispered over bare skin as Jason leans in.

There’s a laugh, throaty and wet. No joke has been offered, but no joke is needed.

Two men walk into a bar. Neither walks out.

(Dick is the punchline.)

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Die a Hero, Become the Villain by arabmorgan

Jason had broken into Robin’s safe space and beaten him bloody mere months ago, and now the boy was tucked against his chest, trembling like a wet puppy.

It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

It would have been infinitely better for them both if that fateful day had remained Robin’s worst nightmare.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd (implied)

Second Generation by lowflyingfruit

Nine months after the 'Blockbuster Incident', a call from Lockhaven Penitentiary regarding Catalina Flores brings all Dick Grayson's plans for his future in Bludhaven crashing down. Thrust suddenly into parenthood and hiding what happened to make him a parent in the first place, Dick must decide, adjust, and accept - and no matter what, the family has to pull together to help him.

Unfortunately, the Red Hood, a newcomer to the Gotham crime scene with a grudge, has his own ideas about Bat-family togetherness. Giving them time and space to work things out peacefully isn't one of them.

T | Rape/Non-Con | No Relationships

it's a long climb up the dusty mountain by whitegeraniums (puertoricansuperman)

"The mission went," Dick echoes, a faint smile on his face. He's still in Bruce's arms, though he could easily escape if he wanted to. Something warm kindles deep, deep in Bruce's chest. Then he thinks of the other Dick, tense as a wire in his arms, shuddering at his touch.

"He had children." He says it without thinking. Dick's expression darkens. He knows where Bruce went tonight, and Bruce watches him piece together the implications of alternate dimension and evil Batman and children.

Or: When you've hit rock bottom, the only place left to go is up.

Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

straight on 'til morning by merils

“All children, except one, grow up.”

― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Kon hasn't been a kid in a long time - he's not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn't been for years; he's twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there's no predicting the storm on the horizon for him.

It starts simply, as do most things. Jon turns sixteen.

Jon turns sixteen, and Kon suddenly realizes that if anyone were to treat him the way he was treated at sixteen, he'd tear the world apart.

The revelations, unfortunately, don't stop there.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Krypto the Superdog, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark

#dc #dc comics #batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #kon-el #conner kent #fanfiction #fanfic #fic recs #fic rec #fanfic recs #fanfic rec #tw rape #rape tw

[glittering-moonlillie]

I Hate You, Be My Girlfriend: Part Four (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Warnings: A suggestive part or two

Word Count: 2789

Summary: Damian begins to realize you might not be as terrible as he once thought

You were moments away from being kissed by Damian Wayne, the man who was sworn to loathing every single inch of your being, all spurred on by the skepticism of his older brother, Tim. Once again, Damian managed to surprise you in ways that would take your breath away. You knew that this was obviously part of his master plan to charm his family into believing you two were together, but you never thought that he would willingly kiss you with as much vigor as he was displaying. 

He was so close that you could taste the hint of the honey chapstick he put on an hour ago.  

“Woah woah woah” Jason shouted. “I have no interest in seeing Damian making out with his little girlfriend right now. I’m trying to eat here.” He glanced at you. “No offense.”

Damian lightly pulled away from you glaring back at his two older brothers, his hand still holding your chin. “That’s hilarious coming from you, Todd. Jane Austen would be so disappointed in you right now.”

Before Jason could retort, Dick had already stepped in to diffuse the situation. “Hey, how about we don’t start fighting before me and Bab’s wedding? That would be awesome, thanks.”

“Well maybe if everyone stopped doubting my relationship there would be no fighting.” Damian grumbled. He adjusted himself so that he was facing forward again, his face flushed and hand returning back to his fork. The immediate loss of his warmth made you realize how cold it actually was. 

Dick let out an enervated sigh. “Calm down, D. You don’t have to prove to us that you’re in love with her. It’s abundantly clear that you two are obsessed with each other, I can tell just by the way you’re looking at her.”

You wondered what the eldest brother meant by that statement, because if anything, Damian seemed to look at you the way he always looked at you, in a way that conveyed the feeling of I only somewhat tolerate you. There was no possible way you could have been misconstruing that the whole time. Right? 

Thankfully, after this exchange there were no more sudden derailments. Once everyone finished with dinner, Barbara had decided that she wanted to play a few rounds of the board game Clue with the whole family. Naturally, you weren’t anywhere close to being the winner of any of those rounds, so you opted mostly to watch everyone else play (and try to sabotage everyone else per Damian’s instructions). Everybody seemed to be playing as if it were a high stakes 4-D chess tournament and what was presumed to be a friendly game turned into a cutthroat, all or nothing battle royal screaming match. 

While Tim and Barbara were vehemently shouting insults at each other, you were dying on the floor, gasping for breath and clutching onto Damian’s forearm as you tried to calm down your laughter. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, something that cried family even when it was so chaotic. You felt like you were at home, even if the people here weren’t yours to begin with. Looking up at Damian’s amused smile and realizing that you had never seen him so blissful before, you made a silent prayer that, no matter what, things would stay like this. 

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The next day you were awoken to a morning hazed Damian, who was at your bedside with a pillow that was previously on your bed. 

Oh. He hit you with that, didn’t he? 

You really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. 

Luckily Damian had said that you two would not have to sleep in the same bedroom. He didn’t want you disturbing him while he was asleep and frankly, the anxiety you would feel sleeping next to him would leave you up all night. Alfred had given you the room next to your boyfriends; it was easily the most comfortable bed you had slept ever on. 

“Did you really need to slap a pillow in my face?” You complained. “I thought you were supposed to love me.” 

Damian threw the pillow in your face again, his eyes rolling. “Please, I would never stoop so low as to do that. Don’t tell me you’re catching feelings for me already.”

“Nope, would never dream of it.” You lied. 

The answer seemed to satisfy him enough. You both went downstairs to have some coffee and greet Alfred and all the siblings again, each one seemingly bouncing with excitement for the trip ahead. You were excited as well, maybe even too excited if Damian’s passive glares were anything to judge by. 

“You’re acting as if you took a serious amount of cocaine, Y/n.” He whispered in your ear, playing it off as if he were kissing your neck. 

You shrugged off the statement with a gleaming smile. You were determined not to let anything kill your mood, even Damian’s snotty attitude. 

After a nice lunch and a few more hours afterward to let everyone finish packing, you were all set for a glorious week in France. The allusive Bruce Wayne had yet to appear, which, although unfortunate, was perfectly fine with you. You weren’t sure if you were ready for a meet-in-greet with his father anytime soon. What shocked you, however, was the fact that you were not heading towards an airport like you originally expected. In hindsight, you should have known that the Wayne’s owned a private jet. 

Normally it would take approximately eight hours to get from Gotham to France, but since this was a private jet, a couple of hours were shaved off from the approximation. Damian was squished together with you, which made sense since they assumed you were “obsessed with each other,” but that did not mean he would miss the opportunity to complain about it.

“Hey, remember our deal. You can’t just be super mean to me for no reason while we are on this trip.” You reminded him after his complaints were a little too much to bear. “Come on, I can’t be that bad to hang out with!”

You nudged his shoulder a little with your own but all he could muster was another grumble. This reaction was to be expected, it was normal for the two of you. He has always hated you and you knew that, so why is it now you feel more hurt about his bleak attitude more than ever? 

“Fine, fine, since you insist.” He waved his hand flippantly. “So I’m assuming you are enjoying yourself?”

The answer was an obvious yes, but you decided to beat around the bush a little. “What makes you say that?”

He furrowed his eyes at you. “You have this stupid smile glued on your face and you willingly had a conversation with my siblings when you first woke up.”

“Not all of us have time to sit around and be mopey all the time.” You laughed.  

Damian grunted, adjusting himself in the seat as if trying to slide more away from you. “It’s not…it’s not that. My point was that I have never seen you so happy before. It was just…weird.” 

When he glanced at you again, his hardened emerald eyes seemed to soften. It was confusing to see Damian’s complete shift in character; one second he was teasing you and the next he was being sincere. You tried to think of the best way to confront the situation, deciding that being honest with him would lead to the best outcome. 

“Well, to answer your question, I am having a wonderful time Damian. Thank you for inviting me…even if it means being your fake girlfriend.” Your hand hovered over his own for a brief moment before he eventually noticed and grasped it. 

“If you want to hold my hand,” He mumbled, “Just take it, don’t suspend it over mine and wait for permission or whatever you were trying to do.”

Too afraid to speak, you began to lightly draw random patterns into the skin of his warm, calloused hand. It was almost double the size of your own, and he held it firmly as if he were afraid to lose it. 

The two of you made small conversation, but for the most part, you two were lost in the unexpected intimacy you two shared. You told him about being able to speak a little bit of French and he replied with the three languages he could speak: Arabic, Mandarin and Japanese. After a while you felt your eyelids drooping, your mind becoming foggy with sleep. As you felt your eyes close, Damian shifted in his seat and pulled you in close so you could rest your head on his broad shoulder. 

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The jet landed on a platform near a hotel named Des Quinconces, which was easily the fanciest hotel you had ever landed your eyes on. The architecture of the hotel blended in with the other buildings in the surrounding area, blooming magnolias and green brush swirling around like a mystical spell. 

The weather was a bright, sunny warm, which heavily contrasted with Gotham’s constant gloom. Turning to Damian, you noticed how his eyes squinted at the dazzling light. 

“I’m not used to the sun being so visible.” He replied once he noticed your stare. The whole family was led to the front desk, where a nice woman with dusty blonde hair and a deep black modest dress asked Dick for the last name that the reservations were under. Her accent was thick and her English was moderately decent. 

While Damian went off to look for the bathroom, you wandered around looking at some of the decorations in the lobby, briefly wondering if the wedding was going to just be the family or if any friends of the couple were going to show up. If that’s the case, wouldn’t they be staying at the same hotel too? 

“Do you know if any of Barbara or Dick’s friends are going to the wedding? Are they staying at the same hotel as us?” You inquired to Tim, who seemed as exhausted as usual. 

Tim had looked at you, and then to the right before making eye contact once more. “Yeah, definitely. I think some of them should be getting here in a few hours, but I’m not really sure…”

Something seemed to be off about his response as if he were hiding something, but you shrugged it off, figuring that you were reading into things way too much. 

Once Dick had squared everything away with the front lady, a bellhop was already making the rounds and taking people’s luggage. You were handed your very own hotel card with the name of the building written on the front. 

“You and Damian will get your own room, I figured since you guys have been together for so long that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.” Dick explained. You didn’t fully pay attention to what he meant, too distracted by the interesting painting on the walls, until you were taken to the room 

The room was absolutely stunning, with a simple beige chic and a notable glass pane that gave you a view of Bordeaux in all its glory. There was only one tiny problem about the room though; there was one king sized bed. Dick had chuckled at you freezing outside the doorway, only patting your back and giving a quick “Make sure to use protection!” before leaving. 

That statement made your blush worsen as you entered the room, wondering how you’ll tell Damian. You didn’t get much time to think about it though before the said man came up the stairs and lugged himself into the room. It looks like Tim wasn’t the only one who didn’t sleep on the jet. 

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked. You could only manage to stare at him, letting the bed speak for itself. His expression remained neutral. 

“There’s only one bed!” You squeaked.

He hummed in agreement, ambling his way around the window to close the shades. “And?” 

“H-how…how are you so calm about this? Weren’t you the one complaining about the idea of sharing a bed literally one night ago?”

“It’s whatever. There’s nothing that can be done in this situation so I’d rather not make a big deal about it. If anything, you seem to be having more of a problem about this than I do.” The smirk he had on his face widened once he saw how flustered you were. 

“So you’re not going to throw a blanket and pillow at me and make me sleep in the tub?” Suddenly your hands seemed to be way more interesting than Damian’s piercing gaze. 

“No, that’s completely idiotic,” He sighed, “I don’t actually hate you enough to do that.”

It shocked you how adamant Damian was about the whole situation, but it was nice to think that Damian was finally warming up to you. Images of Damian spooning you under the fancy silk covers of the bed infested your mind. A few months ago it seemed like an out-of-reach fantasy, but now, not only was it coming true, but Damain was the one who is initiating the whole thing. 

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Damian was completely exhausted. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t manage to sleep the night prior. A portrait of you was imprinted in his mind, keeping him awake until the odd hours of the morning. Nothing sounded more compelling than to crawl under the covers of the plush bed and sleep until the wedding was over, but every time he looked over to you, he was reminded of how bad of an idea that was. It was regrettable to say, but he was starting to think that his initial impression of you (that he kept for the past few years) was incorrect. Your positivity and constant smile was wearing off on him and it was getting harder and harder to not be happy around you. 

After unpacking the essentials, he followed you around the provincial city and listened to you ramble about how Bordeaux - Port of the Moon - got its name from the distinct crescent shape it had. It was also amusing to hear the way you stuttered over your French to local people and waiters. You dragged him to a few kitschy shops, one being a jewelry store that drew you in with the cute crystalized animals displayed inside the window. 

He was quick to notice the particular way your eyes sparkled when looking at a certain animal figure, even though you were careful not to let him see it. Everything sold at the shop was expensive, more than an average college student could afford, prompting you to leave quickly with an embarrassed flush painted on your face. Damian quickly took note of the animal figure and promised himself to get it for you before leaving France. It was the least he could do for dragging you into this mess.

Night came sooner than he expected, and Damian could tell that you were nervous about sleeping next to him. He too was as nervous as you, but he would rather fight the Joker than admit it. Damian slipped into one of his green checkered pajama pants and simple black long sleeve. He usually slept shirtless but he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were. 

Damian’s insides twisted and churned as he saw you sit on the far end of the bed while he was sprawled out on his side. It was as if he felt guilty, but he really was not sure why. You were just you, someone he was absolutely certain he disliked only a few days ago - but with every smile and touch you give him, he felt himself fall deeper and deeper into a pit of emotion. An emotion that he wasn’t quite sure he could decipher. 

It was clear to him though that the previous way he was treating you was terrible, so the best thing he could do is make you feel cozy. With that in mind, Damian reached for your hand and softly pulled you down to the bed with him. “You don’t have to sit there alone and cold. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

You let out another squeak. “Are you sure? I..I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, Dami.” 

“I’m sure.” With a look of hesitance, you nuzzled under the blankets next to him. 

For the rest of the night, Damian waited and waited for himself to become restless with you curled up near his arms, but the time never came. A few minutes went by before you passed out, allowing him to gently pull your back against his chest. That night when Damian slept, it was the most tranquil sleep he ever had.

Oh wow, this part was a long one! I'm proud with how it turned out but I'm still mad at myself for taking this long to finish it. It's been a rough couple of days but writing makes me really happy! Thank you everyone for the support!

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“I don’t know if you could tell but I just rolled my eyes,” you commented. A low chuckle sounded over the comms and then that warm, honey sweet voice followed.

“I felt a disturbance in the force,” Dick Grayson teased. “I take it you didn’t like that last joke?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that was supposed to be a joke?” He snorted at your tone and you continued on, “I figured you plucked that straight from the shitty pun section of the Reader’s Digest.”

“I hate that you guessed that right.” A gleeful chuckle escaped you. Ever since Barbara told you that she needed to expand her operations and enlisted you to help, you never figured you would become Nightwing’s “person in the chair” but here you were, set up in your small Bludhaven apartment with various pieces of technology strewn around you and three monitors tracking crime reports in the city.

“Nightwing, we have an attempted robbery currently three blocks to your right on Roosevelt Avenue.”

“On it, Pythia.” The name came from being an oracle of Apollo at Delphi, something Barbara was very proud to come up with once you agreed to take over Nightwing’s operations so she could focus on Gotham.

Since starting this working relationship with Nightwing, you had become fast friends with the snarky vigilante and you appreciated his love and devotion to this city. You saw the risks he took and the people he fought. You saw it all from behind the screen of your computer and it broke your heart. You wished you could do more than give him information in an attempt to give him a leg up, but sometimes he came limping back to you with a black eye and that shit-eating grin and you were helpless but to apply an ice pack to his eye and bandage his cuts.

“Done and dusted,” he crowed. You sighed in relief and then let your lips curl up in amusement as you watched his fight from a security camera you hacked into.

“That was some fancy footwork there, ‘Wing. You trying to impress someone?”

“Nah,” he hummed over the line. “I’ve got my hands full already.”

You clasped your hands together and rested your chin on your knuckles, eyes peering at the map as you waited for a new dot to appear to dispatch him. “Hmm? I thought a charming man like you would never let himself be tied down.”

“I’m not usually the one being tied down,” he retorted. You stifled your laugh and played with the small silver band that rested on your ring finger.

“Oh, really? That’s salacious. I should tell the tabloids. Local vigilante spends his free time tying helpless folks up. Whatever shall we do?”

“Well, see, now I’m going to have to make sure you don’t spill my secrets.”

“You’ll never be able to silence me.”

“Wanna bet?” The rough, throaty tone that he spoke in made your body tingle and warmth flushed through your veins. You cleared your throat and studied the map once more. It was a slow, quiet night for once. Even though it was only two in the morning, he could afford to take off early.

“Come home and show me,” you murmured.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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Kiss me in the dark, I'll kiss back

Melissa schemmenti x fem! Reader

Warning: indecent language, fluff and more fluff😌💕

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As a teacher working at abbot elementary for 2 years, you always hated late night teacher/staff meetings. It's not that it was boring. No way. There was always so pretty cool shit happening at teachers meetings.

All the amazing teenage stuff. You were cool with it especially since your girlfriend melissa schemmenti worked there aswell.

The thing you hated about the meetings were that sometimes the lights would randomly cut off, leaving the entire school in dark. Melissa found it cute how you would hold onto her arm for dear life. Stumbled weirdly in the dark.

It was teachers meeting again and melissa made sure to give you a scare again. This time she purposely turned off the lights to get your reaction. Well she knew if she went and turned them off you and the rest of the teachers will know so she got the cleaner to do it.

As soon as the lights went off you went crazy.

"Shit, fuck, crap, NOO" you cried in a whisper as you ran towards where melissa was standing, even if it was dark you knew where she was. Her perfume is way to strong, it's like a GPS. After all she uses a bottle a day.

"Babe protect me lissa" you said shaking her body back and forth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Melissa chuckled as she tried steadying your scared body.

" honey deep breaths, ok your gonna be ok I'm right here" she cooed as she pulled you in for a hug. You finally found yourself relaxing. Her perfume intoxicating you, replacing your fears with peace. You took deep breaths as she held you firmly against her chest.

"There we go, good girl, see not so bad" she whispered as she placed a kiss on your cheek.

" That's a wrap people see ya'll next week" ava said as she walked towards the door in the dark, you don't know what kind of super natural powers she had because apparently she could see very well in the dark.

" she's got no heart" you whispered angry. Ava stopped in her tracks and turned around, although you couldn't see her because it was dark, you knew very well the facial expression she had on right now.

" melissa control your puppy because if it wasnt dark I'd-" before she could finish Barba cut her off, everyone one in the room knew what ava was about to say.

" ok, everyone out" Barbara said in her harsh tone, she was like the mother of everyone. Always kept things in order.

You wrapped your arm around Melissa's arm, tugging harshly at her shirt, almost ripping her shirt off her body.

" babe relax" melissa cooed kissing your cheek every step you took.

You stop dead in your tracks making melissa almost fall.

" kiss me" you said plainly with a glint in your eyes, fire in your eyes and a smirk on your face .It was dark but you could tell that melissa also had a smirk painted on her face.

" kiss me I'll kiss back" you said again and in an instant her lips were on yours. It was slow and passionate. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving her tongue perfect entry into your mouth.

Both your tongues fighting for dominance like great men in war. Her lips were soft as marshmallows against yours, ascending you into heaven.

She always took her time with you when it came to kissing.

You both pulled away for air. Melissa placed her hands on your waist, pulling you closer to her.

" I asked the cleaner to turn off the lights so I can see your cute little reaction" she spoke softly squeezing your waist gently.

" you piece of shit" you said as you both began to laugh.

" come on, I'll make it up to you at home, Mia cara" she said softly, her raspy voice in Italian making you melt completely, if it wasnt for her big hands you'd be on the floor.

She guided you out the building safely and took you home. You both made dinner and watched TV shows before falling asleep in eachother's embrace.

As she fell asleep you thought about different ways you could get her back...

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From Rags to Riches: Chapter 2

When you arrived at the mall, your soon noticed that there were many girls to be part of the selection.

There were other imps like you, it also had succubus, but most of them were sinners, which caused you a little strangeness, but you soon remembered you were on the Pride Ring now, the only Ring in Hell sinners could live in it.

You sat down in one of the chairs to wait your turn. They were all so beautiful, it just made you even more nervous.

"Shit, shit, shit..." The girl next to you repeated in a low voice, looking as nervous as you.

When she noticed you were watching her, she looked at you and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Liana." She introduced herself to you.

You smiled back at her and introduced yourself to her as well.

While the first girls were called to be analyzed, you distracted yourself by talking to Liana.

She was too nice to be a sinner. Not that all hellborns were nice, quite the contrary, but most sinners were assholes, that was why they ended up down there.

She told you all about her life when she was still alive. When alive, she was a model at the height of her career, but it was abruptly interrupted when she died in an accident in one of the fashion shows.

She had already gone through the selection process before, you didn't understand why she seemed the most nervous of all of you.

After a while, it was finally your turn.

"Good luck." Liana whispered to you.

"Thanks." You whispered back to her.

As soon as the agent laid eyes on you, you immediately noticed how impressed she seemed with your appearance, which was unimaginable, everyone said that you had an exotic appearance, different from the others.

"How old are you, honey?" She asked.

"19." You replied and she wrote it down on the chart.

"Tell me, do you happen have any modeling experience?" She asked again.

"Well, I took a modeling course when I was 14, participated in and won a few beauty contests in my hometown, the Lust Ring." You explained. "I just didn't continue, because I had priorities in my life that I couldn't reconcile with the life of a model, that was 2 years ago. But trust me when I say that I never forgot what you have to do to model."

"Well then, show me your catwalk, please." She asked.

You took a deep breath and began to walk through the space given to you, calmly, delicately, but at the same time with elegance, one foot in front of the other, spine straight and always looking ahead.

You did some poses as if you were being photographed and went back to the agent, whose name you discovered was Miss. Lenormand.

You had no idea of how you managed to take so many steps without falling on the ground once because you were so nervous, but you were glad you didn't.

After you answered a few more questions to Miss. Lenormand, she asked you to return to your place, which at the end of the selection would tell you if you had been chosen or not.

Right after you, it was Liana's turn. You could see she wasn't lying when she said she had been a model when she was still alive.

Most of the girls were hostile towards each other due to the competition, but you got along really well with Liana, you would be happy for her if she was chosen and vice versa.

Timeskip...

"Very well, girls." Miss Lenormand said, drawing all of your attention to her. "I have selected 10 girls so whatever names I say, come to me, the ones that were not called, get the fuck out of here, please."

No more words could be heard as she read the names on the clipboard, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Lauren, Barbara, Danila, Reina, Liana..."

As soon as the agent said her name, the two of you looked at each other and hugged briefly, before she stood up and joined the others selected.

After she said the names of 8 girls, you had given up hope that your name was on that clipboard. Until when it was the ninth turn, you were amazed to hear her say your name.

You couldn't believe that after everything you had to sacrifice, you would finally achieve the biggest dream of your life.

"Me?" You asked, pointing to yourself, still incredulous.

"Yeah, but if you want I can select another one instead..."

"No, of course I want to!" You exclaimed, not containing a squeal of happiness as you got up from the chair and joined the other selectees, hugging Liana again.

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After a while, Daniel and Luke started to worry about your delay, since you had warned that you would be gone for about an hour and it had already been two hours since you had left.

Due to the place you were living, they couldn't help but be worried you might got killed in the way to the mall or even on the way back home.

"Do you think she's okay?" Luke asked his older brother.

"I don't know." Daniel sighed. "I could call to her phone, but I'm afraid she'll be robbed because she's on the street."

"So are we going to remain in this uncertainty?" He retorted.

Before Daniel could respond, they fell silent as they heard the sound of the door lock unlocking. They could never explain the amount of relief they felt when they saw you walking through that door.

They ran up to you and would have hugged you, if only your hands weren't full of bags.

"Girl, where have you been?" Daniel asked, cupping your face in his hands. "We were so worried."

"It's okay, I'm fine. I just took a while because I stopped by the pizzeria in the way back home." You explained to them calmly.

Seeing that you had arrived, Cameron and Laila left their crayons and drawings to talk to you.

"What did you bring?" Laila asked excitedly, noticing the bags you had in your hands.

"Oh I brought us some pizzas, fries and soda." You replied, which filled them with joy. "To celebrate that I was one of those selected!" You announced happily, which made them celebrate and jump for joy.

"I knew you could do it!" Cameron boasted.

"I'm so happy, now I can give you the lives you deserve." You smiled.

"But you already give us the life we deserve." Luke smiled, resting his hand on your shoulder.

That moment called for a group hug, but you couldn't do it with your hands full. You hurriedly went to the dining table and placed the things on it, before returning to them and wrapping all of them in just one hug.

"Aren't you going to try to run away from me?" You joked.

"No, it's a special occasion." Luke replied.

"I love you all so much." You said between laughs.

Meanwhile, the ruler of all Hell was getting ready to go to bed, after another day inventing new gadgets for his rubber duckies.

That giant bed just for him only made him feel even lonelier.

It had been 7 years since he had been living, he was surviving and even though he knew that reclusive and staying away from everything and everyone wasn't good for him, but he couldn't find the motivation to move on when he missed his former wife so much.

Suddenly, when he was about to turn off the light, he was briefly startled when he heard his cell phone ring.

He picked up his cell phone with some hope that it was someone he wanted to call, the expression on his face quickly changed when he saw that it was the fashion designer overlord. She definitely wanted to ask for something.

"Hello?" He asked, touching the phone to his ear.

Contrary to what he thought, she didn't spend much time rambling like everyone did, she got straight to the point.

She said she called to invite him to watch a fashion show from an agency associated with her clothing brand, which would be next week.

Lucifer would deny it, saying that he had more important things to do. Until he remembered what his daughter said, that he should go back to living and creating new connections instead of just staying at home.

He accepted, despite being sure that she just wanted something from him like all the others, but he hoped that he wouldn't regret that decision.

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[batpham-discord-highlights]

Some T-Odd Relations

Source: #ghosts-and-bats

ND

This is how I imagine if other bat kids saw Danny for the first time. Each of them will be like, the very first time everyone knows about Danny. This is based on Danny looking like Jason.

Dick saw Danny in Jason Todd memorial park with another girl (Jazz)

Dick (during family dinner): looking at Jason with sus eyes

Jason: ...what?...Firefly jetpack exploding is not my fault...

Dick: Do you have a child that we don't know about?

Bruce: chokes on his food

Tim saw Danny at a coffee shop order his signature coffee.

Tim (in a bat cave working on a case with Jason): i guess Harvey was innocent on this one after all.

Jason: Yeah

...feel bad for punching him in the scar side

Tim: Yeah.....oh also I think you got cloned.

Jason: EX FKING CUSE ME!??

Gr

Ooop—

Mind if I write a oneshot based off of this?

ND

Damien meets Danny in the Gotham Dog Park, walking a very green looking dog....

He follows them want to ask what breed the dog is but they disappear around the corner

Damien during training session with Jason

Damien: Todd you should keep your reproductive liquids in check

Jason: trips his step and get kneed by Damien

Go for it XD. Credit me tho. XD.

Gr

reproductive fluids

Always do!

ND

Duke saw Danny in a school library, but he mysteriously vanishes in one of the isles.

Duke: looking at Jason during a family movie night

Jason: Something on your mind buddy?

Duke: ....yeah nuh it couldn't be you, he was too young..

Jason: 🤨

Cass and Steph saw Danny at a shopping mall with another red hair girl (Jazz)

They are in a kitchen watching Jason make cupcakes for them.

Cass: ...👈 🤰 👨‍🍼

Steph: Nuh I don't think so, the kid look the same age as that girl.

Jason: What are you two on about?

Steph: Oh just a potential child of yours on streets of Gotham.

Jason: trips and drops the cupcakes

Gr

alfred being dragged into this as well

Just everyone thinking that’s his kid

ND

Bruce runs into Danny at Gala (Vald drags him to it)

Bruce: brain short-circuited as he watches a younger Jason in a suit

-Somehow, he made it back home after being non-responsive according to Alfred-

Bruce: looking at Jason in the library as Jason was reading his books

Jason: Heck you want old man??

Bruce: ....Am I a grandpa?...

Jason: accidently tears a page from a book

Jason never runs into Danny but he did run into Phantom during his patrol

Jason: watches a kid makes a joke out of Joker and his goons Damn, this kid good...better shoo him out before Bats gets here

Selina meets Danny at a cat cafe.

Selina: pulls out her phone and calls her Husband (Selina and Bruce is married screw you, I want Bruce to be happy) Hey Bruce...honey...are you sure Jason is still single. Watches Danny leaves the cafe yeah...I see you met him too? Yeah...yeah...just saw him at the cafe I regularly go to...yeah...you should get the papers ready for Jason...tell Alfred to call the guy too.

B

I-

This is so perfect lmao

Poor Jason

ND

Nice

Alfred meets Danny during grocery shopping. Danny helps Alfred with carry the stuff across the street.

Alfred thanks and walks back home.

Alfred: looks at Jason as try to sneak a cookie you know i don't mind having a little version of you running around Mater Todd.

Jason: drops the cookie

Gr

bruce meeting Danny on patrol

Even better if it’s Crime Alley near where he originally met Jason

ND

Lmao he didn't respond on the comms for a good amount of hours even tho he still does patrol

Gr

Crime alley kid round two electric boogaloo

If Jason doesn’t adopt “his kid” then Bruce will

ND

Barbara and Batkids ; Bats why weren't you responding???? We were worried.

Bruce : ....Jason has a kid and I am a grandpa...

Gr

he finds Danny near the batmobile

ND

XD. Doesn't help Jason's case

Gr

Screw it im making it homeless baby Danny let’s heccin go

Reveal gone wrong

ND

Danny was just trying to take a pic of the batmobile.

He socked Bruce in the stomache as he got spooked by Batman

Gr

Them having a tire iron to defend themselves

Either that or a crowbar

(:

ND

Or a thermos

Gr

(Tire iron cause that’s what Jason had had when he first met bats)

Crowbar for obvious reasons

Or a thermos!

jason coming face to face with Danny and wondering just who this kid is

ND

Danny : ....Dan?!

Gr

Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale

               [Danny : ....Dan?!]

O rip

Mini heart attack if he’s out of costume

ND

Yeah XD.

Danny coming back to an apartment where he is staying.

Video call Jazz and his two bffs.

Danny : Yo guys saw someone who looks like Dan

AK

So like what is Danny to Jason

ND

Some random kid XD

Jason ironically doesn't see the resemblance

AK

I mean like

Is he Jason's little brother? Son? 5th cousin twice removed??

ND

Nothing

AK

It's that case of 7 people in the world who look like u huh

ND

He just looks like young Jason with a different hairstyles

AK

               [Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale]

Would be funnier if he went with Todd

Nightingale as a hero name

Gr

👁👁

Hecc ye

Todd can be Maddie’s maiden name

Gil

my only complaint is that Dan has long hair in a low ponytail and Jason has short hair and the white stripe

so he wouldn’t be that look alike

MF

what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?

Gil

also we only see Dan in ghost form, danny never saw him as human

MF

               [what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?]

like he has Jason DNA, was rapidly aged with fake memories, now ages normally

fake memories of being a toddler*

he was raised normally after being dropped off to the Fenton’s

Gil

ok and then the Fenton’s just adopted a grown kid out of nowhere?

and are their memories altered as well?

and jazz?

MF

probably

same with Sam and Tucker, I guess?

Gil

why not keep the clone and train them themselves (the League, i mean)

to create the perfect weapon yadda yadda

MF

he probably had training before getting dumped

A

I like the idea of it literally all just being a coincidence better

No one would ever believe it, but somehow, it's still true

Or Maddie could be, like, second cousins twice removed from Jason or something

Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma, so he took in her name when he had to run

Grandma Todd got some lucky chances and worked her way off the streets

Willis was her older half-brother's grandson

And Jason and Danny just happen to have unnaturally close DNA matches because ectoplasm is just recognized as a new, unique allele

MF

ooo

ye true

SS

A covert DNA test reveals matching ectoplasm levels that make the bats think Jason's spawn

B

Ooooh that sounds good!

SS

Oh same brain

Gil

ok that's fun

B

Yesss more misunderstandings!!!

>:D

A

My DNA class is finally having real world applications lol :dick_laugh:

RD

The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.

Gr

               [Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma so he took in her name when he had to run]

That’s legit how I’m doing it lmao

B

               [The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.]

"take responsibility Jason"

RD

Danny: I'm not responsibility, nor am I his

Jazz supports the adoption of his brother and Danny knows that there ain't anyway out of it

A

"i fOUnD HiM nEAr tHE bATMobILE, like that's an inherited trait, Bruce." - Jason

RD

Bruce directly after- "For all I know it is"

Gr

“Have you seen this family?”

B

Oh Jason, getting misunderstood so badly

RD

They think he's denying it so much b/c he's embarrassed or something

A

"It's okay son, we all make mistakes"

B

Honestly, seems legit

A

Jason gets all offended

"Hey, don't call him a mistake"

because that's a mean thing to say

AK

"how could u be so embarrassed about your own son jason!?"

Gr

“Yeah I know you do, have you seen Damian?”

A

but they think he just admitted to it

Grem

Dick, Tim and Damian on the other side of the room having a meltdown

The 3 of them "We are uncles?"

B

you can't escape fatherhood now Jason >:)

AK

How old are Jason and Danny tho

RD

Danny is tempted to yeet himself back in time to avoid this mess, but ClockWork thinks it's funny and says no

AK

Would be really funny if damian was younger than danny

Grem

Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9

B

So Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j

RD

               [Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9]

as someone who at 14 was called an 8-year-old, i can vouch for realism

A

               [So, Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j]

it would look like 14 or 15

they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age

or think he's lying

Grem

               [as someone who at 14 was called an 8 year old, i can vouch for realism]

I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby

A

because obviously he was born after Jason was in the pit

blame it all on Talia, man

RD

               [I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby]

ah, im just very short

AK

Maybe they think Lazarus is radioactive and causes weird age shenanigans

Grem

               [they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age]

Maybe they think he was put in a tank to grow faster or something like that

RD

or that the pit cloned Jason when it brought him back

AK

Danny having to pull out All the school records to prove that he did exist since birth

Gr

Oop

RD

jokes on him the Fenton’s didn't file any or his birth certificate

MF

a Steven universe situation?

Grem

He gets Jazz to testify that he indeed has 14

               [Steven universe situation?]

Possibly

RD

               [Steven universe situation?]

more like they just forgot to after having the kids at home and no one pressed for records b/c it's the Fenton’s

Gr

               [“Yeah, I know you do, have you seen Damian?”]

This leads to a fight that distracts from the whole supposed baby-daddy situation

AK

Jazz has kept extensive documents on her little bro she can in fact testify

Gr

Jazzy coming in clutch lmao

AK

Also, Danny and tucker were like attached at the hip so he can also vouch

MF

Jazz was the one to fill the-

JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES

Gr

               [Steven universe situation?]

Intense confusion

Grem

And now they think she was mind controlled and those memories and papers are fake

Gr

Ooop

AK

               [JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES]

This just makes then sus of the papers lmao

More and more convoluted misunderstandings

RD

Eventually Danny just accepts it and gives up

Gr

Jazz snapping and saying that she’s the one who raised Danny and accidentally making things worse

AK

Jazz frantically pointing "I RAISED THAT BOY

Grem

Now, it doesn't matter if he is or isn't Jason's son, they will adopt him

The Bats are worried for their safety

Gr

Danny actually being Jason’s half sibling

Through like their mom or smth

Grem

I think the 2nd cousins once removed is funnier

MF

ye

Gr

Ye me too

But the drama

AK

DRAMA WITH THE HALF SIBLING SHENANIGANS

RD

So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9

Grem

After discovering that they are brothers, maybe they think that Maddie is curse and all her offspring will die and comeback

And Jazz is a little worried for her safety

               [So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9]

What is one more problem child

RD

Danny keeps insisting he isn't a child, then youngblood comes along and that's all the proof needed against his claims

AK

... what does Vlad think about this

Gr

Vlad doesn’t have a valid opinion

RD

he's jealous

B

:dick_laugh:

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian al ghul #jason todd #batfam #jazz fenton #tucker foley #misunderstanding #miscommunication #complicated family relationships

[tickle-bugs]

If prompt requests are still open, I have a beetlejuice one! We all know Adam is a huge jokester. I like to imagine that Adam and Barbara like to play around and see who can make Lydia laugh the hardest. Adam is always winning with his jokes, so Barbara decided to take matters in her own hands and tickle Lydia since the game just said to make Lydia laugh, but never said it could only be jokes. Adam accused Barbara of cheating and the jumps on her and tickles her and Lydia. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol feel free to disregard it if it doesn’t make sense or if prompt requests are closed. Thanks!

Okay, I Believe You

Summary: After a long drought of joy, the Maitlands hold a competition to see who can make Lydia laugh first. No Beetlejuice AU where Lydia summons the Maitlands on accident while trying to bring her mom back.

Something that Barbara will always love about her husband is his unflappable sense of joy. His light never wavers. As a bit of a cynic, she used to take it for granted, but now…his light is the single-most important blessing a ghost could ask for. 

Even now, doing a crossword from almost twelve years ago, Adam’s still smiling. She’s watching him delight himself every time he figures out an answer and it should be more heartwarming than it is, but her mind keeps drifting. 

She flips through one of the Deetz’s photo albums. Dozens of pictures of Lydia, lovingly arranged, spell the story of her childhood. A wobbly, gap-toothed toddler in too-big rain boots grows into a shaggy, unabashedly weird child. Smiling. 

“Do you think Lydia likes us?” Barbara’s gaze turns towards the attic door. Lydia’s trapped downstairs at one of her father’s real estate dinners. Her absence guts Barbara a bit. 

“Of course, honey. Yesterday, she said we were ‘pretty okay’, remember? That’s a big upgrade from ‘tolerable’!” He straightens out the newspaper and watches her over it. She averts her eyes.

“Yeah, maybe.” Barbara chews on her thumb. “Sometimes I wonder if she wished she’d gotten her mom back, instead of us.”

Wordlessly, Adam stands and folds her into a hug. She tucks into the frigid crook of his neck and sighs. Even in death, they fit together perfectly.

“I think—“ He pauses to run his fingers through her hair— “that Lydia shows her affection much differently from other people. We shouldn’t take her normal as anything strange.”

“You’re right.” Barbara sighs. “It’s just…when I think of her, I think of her frowning. Even with all these pictures, I can’t imagine her smile. Her joy.” 

“Tell ya what. I’ll get her to crack a smile and you’ll see what I mean.” Adam leans back a bit to catch Barbara’s eye. 

“You think you can make her smile?” She looks up, sliding her hands to his waist. 

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll make her laugh.” He grins. 

“So confident. Maybe I’ll beat you to the punch.” She raises her brow. He laughs heartily.

“You’re on.” Adam sticks out his hand to shake and Barbara takes it. 

….

A dreary scene unfolds at the dining room table. Real estate execs politely choke down Delia’s food as Charles attempts to dazzle them with his nightmare house. Maxie Dean seems to be the only one enjoying himself--his loud, grating guffaw bursts out every few minutes. A giant taxidermy bear, poised and ferocious, rattles on its stand behind him. The giant red bow on it threatens to slip free. 

Lydia, wearing a frilly yellow nightmare of a dress, busies herself with trying to kill Delia with her eyes. The pointed impact of her silverware against the near-inedible steak on her plate sets a pace for the whole affair.  

“Hey, Lydia.” Adam leans on the back of Lydia’s chair. Immediately, she sits up straighter. 

“What are you guys doing down here? They’ll see you!” Lydia hisses under her breath. When the table breaks out in mechanical laughter, she rolls her eyes. 

Barbara thinks of the time she walked in on Charles and Delia and shudders.

“They definitely can’t see us. Don’t worry about it.” Barbara pats her shoulder.

“We just had to visit our favorite occult expert.” Adam ruffles her hair. Delia looks over curiously. Lydia glares until she turns away. 

“This seems like a drag.” Barbara surveys the table. “What’s with the bear?”

“That wasn’t always there? I thought that was one of your dad’s…choices.” Adam squints at it. Lydia sighs.

“Gift from Maxie. Kill me now,” Lydia mutters, flicking a piece of rubbery steak across the table. When it hits the plate of the agent across from her, she levels him with a challenging stare.

“Well, I can’t do that, but…bear with me.” Adam gestures to the bear with a mischievous grin. 

A bowler hat lifts off of the hat rack and bobs through the air, ducking behind ugly sculptures and chandeliers to avoid prying eyes. It lands haphazardly atop the bear’s head. Adam gestures with more enthusiasm. 

Lydia snorts quietly.

“I’d offer him some of this steak, but…it seems he’s already stuffed.” Adam scrunches his nose and an apple floats into the bear’s open mouth. Lydia ducks her head to hide her smile. 

“What do you think a bear’s favorite constitutional amendment is?” Adam whispers, already chuckling at himself. “The right to bear arms. He’s already halfway there!” 

Lydia rolls her eyes with deadly force, but she’s still smiling. Barbara puts a hand over Adam’s mouth before he can gear up for another unbearable joke. 

“Okay, my turn.” Barbara grins mischievously. 

Maxie Dean taps a knife against his glass for the attention of the table. All eyes turn to him and the bear. 

Barbara flicks her wrist and a vinyl on the other side of the room slips free. It lowers itself onto the record player and the needle drops harshly. A gentle beating of drums fills the room. 

“Whoa, well that was…convenient—“ He looks uneasily towards the turntable—“but I love some mood music.”

When Maxie next opens his mouth, it’s not his squeaky voice that leaves him. Instead, in a guttural shout, he booms:

“DAAAY-O!”

The dining room goes quiet, save for the record. Maxie clears his throat. Lydia’s eyes widen. 

“Sorry, I’m not sure what--me say day me say day me say daaaayyy-o--”

Chaos erupts in the dining room. Harry Belafonte’s crooning voice fills the space as everyone but Lydia is forced to their feet. A conga line of disgruntled real estate mooks chugs around the table. Charles stiffly beats an ice bucket like a drum. The bear rocks around the room on its stand, shimmying with the music. Delia and Maxie spin like tops. 

Lydia sits at the perfect center of the storm, watching the whole thing with a gaping grin. Barbara waits for even a chuckle of disbelief, but all she gets is:

“Make Delia put the fruit bowl on her head.”

… 

“I can’t believe that didn’t work!” Adam pathetically kicks a pile of their junk and shakes a few things loose. A magic eight ball rolls across the attic floor and disappears in some far off corner. 

“Honey, you’ll have to do better than a hat on a bear.” Barbara snorts. “I’m shocked my plan didn’t work.”

“...you are?” Adam raises his eyebrow. Barbara swats his arm. 

“I brought the roasted pig to life and made it chacha! That’s precisely her sense of humor.” 

Lydia comes up into the attic humming. The door squeaks but doesn’t shut behind her. 

“That was awesome.” She sighs happily and twirls. “Almost made wearing this dishrag of a dress worth it.”

“I think you look positively haunting.” Barbara twirls Lydia under her arm, trying to shake a giggle out of an already-silly mood. No dice. Lydia gives a playful curtsy and flops down on a milk crate.

The attic door creaks open and Delia tumbles in. The levity evaporates. 

“Why are you poking around up here?” Lydia scowls. 

“I was not poking, I was…observing the feng shui of the attic stairs.” Delia sniffs and dusts herself off. She steps tentatively into the attic, looking at the various piles of Maitland-Deetz junk with distaste. 

“What do you want? I’m busy.” Lydia taps her foot against the floorboards. Delia approaches her gently. 

“Have you ever read Matilda?” Delia asks loftily. Lydia glares at her hard enough to elicit a squeak of fear. 

“In that charming novella, the titular young heroine develops…supernatural abilities under extreme emotional stress. But ultimately she uses them to rid herself of her greatest enemy and becomes a hero.” Delia gestures fervently at Lydia and receives a blank stare in return. 

“So does Carrie. What’s your point?”

“Look, when I was a youth…I often felt trapped and holed up. I know you must feel that way now, in our new house—“ 

“You think I’m trapped in here with you? You’re trapped in here with me. This is my house.”  Lydia leaps to her feet suddenly. The motion destabilizes a pile of junk at the end of the room. An old lamp falls over. 

“Lydia--” Delia swallows nervously. Adam, seizing the moment, rattles the shutters and piles of clutter. Barbara grins at him. He winks. 

“This can’t be happening.” Delia’s eyes dart around. Adam nudges the magic eight ball towards her. It stops at her feet. Outlook not so good.

“Perception is reality, right? You said it yourself.” Lydia stalks towards her. 

“Hang on, kiddo,” Barbara murmurs in Lydia’s ear, then concentrates. Lydia’s feet rise slowly off the ground as she levitates. She squeaks in surprise, then resolves her face back into murderous mischief. 

“Leave this place!” Lydia shouts, and Adam flings a cross stitch kit from a high shelf. Delia yelps and scrambles backwards. She looks up at Lydia in terror. 

Is this healthy for their relationship long-term? No. Is it fun? Absolutely. 

Delia screams and flees the attic, falling down a few stairs by the sound of it. Adam slams the door shut behind her. 

Lydia grins, bright and free, and it’s the most distinct show of joy they’ve seen from her…ever. Much like the pictures gathering dust up here, she’s radiant. But…still no laughter. Barbara’s not above admitting when she’s desperate. 

“You can put me down now.” Lydia twists to peer at her, still bobbing in place. Barbara chews the inside of her cheek. If this doesn’t work, nothing will. 

“Remember, you can’t kill me if I’m already dead,” she murmurs, then skitters her fingers over Lydia’s stomach. 

Lydia giggles, then cackles, kicking her legs where she still floats in the air. 

The Maitlands gasp in unison--Barbara in sheer joy and Adam in betrayal. 

“B-Barbara!” Lydia throws her head back as she laughs. Barbara squeezes her sides once, gently, and she squeals, shaking with the force of her laughter. Barbara thinks back to the photo albums--Lydia has her mother’s smile. 

“I didn’t think this would work.” Barbara’s hand passes through Lydia by accident and her voice leaps an octave or five. Lydia scrambles for her hand and pulls it out of her stomach. 

“That’ssobad,” Lydia gasps out, giggling like a maniac. Her eyes glitter with sheer joy as she squeezes Barbara’s hand. She almost seems to be waiting for something. 

Oh. How sweet. 

Barbara scuttles her fingers up Lydia’s ribs and her voice completely drops out. She hides her face in her hands but it does nothing to dim the room. It takes her a moment to uncurl once the tickling stops, but Adam catches the flash of disappointment that she tries to smother. 

Lydia floats back down, bewildered and bright pink, as Barbara takes a victory lap around her husband. 

“I win! Yes!” Barbara floats straight off the ground in a joyous little spin. Adam splutters and gestures at her. She sticks her tongue out at him. He splutters louder. 

“You are disqualified for eternity--” 

“On whose authority--” She snickers. 

“What is happening?” Lydia throws an old pillow directly through both of them. It thumps uselessly to the ground. 

“We were having a little contest to see if we could make you laugh. I won.” Barbara grins. Adam growls and starts reeling her into his arms. She gasps and starts trying to worm away. 

“You did not win, you cheated--”

“You guys are so…weird. Why do you care if I smile?” Lydia’s nose wrinkles with the force of her thoughts. She doesn’t look upset, which is promising, but she’s quickly reaching neon levels of blush. Her teenage need to look cool is very visibly warring with her smile. 

“Well, kiddo--” Adam speaks smoothly while wrestling with a giggling Barbara-- “We care about you. Is that such a radical concept?” 

As Lydia stands there, quietly bowled over that someone would look at her with such care, Adam busies himself with tickling his wife within an inch of her undead life. Barbara’s laughter floods the attic, the lights flickering in time with the music of it.

It’s so simple to them, Lydia thinks. Joy. 

“You gonna stand there like a ghost or are you gonna help?” Adam grins, lifting Barbara clear off the ground. She shrieks in surprise and starts stumbling her way through bargaining. Lydia coos at her mockingly and accepts Adam’s invitation. As she approaches, Barbara starts talking faster, and Lydia’s heart warms. 

“Wait, guys, we can talk about this--”

Adam buries her face into her neck and she squeals, somehow higher pitched than Lydia. Barbara throws her head back to laugh and it’s warm in its familiarity. Lydia dismisses the memories swirling like watercolors at the edges of her mind, instead opting to tase Barbara’s ribs. She snorts through her next peal of laughter, tossing her head from side to side as she tries to hide. The snorts find her anyway. 

Adam and Lydia exchange a mischievous look. 

Adam descends on one side, Lydia on the other, and Barbara giggles so violently that she phases directly through the floor. Adam and Lydia burst out laughing, leaning on each other for support. Barbara trudges back up the attic stairs, grumbling, and it sets them off again. 

“Next time, we’re setting up rules.” Adam wipes his eyes.

“Next time I’m sending you through the floor,” Barbara fires back, wiggling her fingers in his direction. Adam yelps and disappears entirely. 

Lydia’s too busy laughing at him to acknowledge the flutter of excitement at ‘next time’, but she’s overjoyed that it’s there.

#my fics #beetlejuice musical #ticklish!lydia #ticklish!barbara #lydia deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #they're a family your honor #im in love with barbara and it shows i fear #also sorry for delia's voice being so weird i remembered that catherine o'hara plays her in the movie and i couldn't stop thinking of moira #from schitt's creek of course

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E05 thoughts

I LOVE YOU BARBARA HOWARD

That cold open was funny as hell - “Brother, sister, and maam” I burst out laughing in the first minute

What did Jacob and Gregory experience at Melissa’s bar??

“But that was last week” melissa are u okay? Are u refusing to admit your breakup hurt?

The bros <3 i lovee jacob and gregory’s friendship and the way it has developed SO MUCH

“Now im just one musketeer and theyre two assholes who dont invite me to things” IS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭

“Step practice is more important than homework, if any of ur teachers disagree i can and will fire them” Ava 😭😭 she’s been 10/10 this season but especially this episode, one liner after one liner, getting janelle that emmy I see you

Don’t mind me just a workwives shipper noting the difference in reaction barb has between ava touching her and melissa touching her

SISTER SLOSS I AM IN YOUR WALLS I HATE YOU HOW DARE U INSULT BARB - and the way Barb then covers her lips no it makes me so sad (AND the way she wears neutral colours the rest of the ep)

This whole barb scene is just great jacob moment after great jacob moment, but the darts skills are particularly relatable

It makes me so sad that jacob and zach have been fighting, I know a break up is the best thing but :( I thought they’d get married and janine would be a bridesmaid (if not maid of honour)

Honeymoon, hell, stuck here 😭💔

“It just so happens its never me” 😣 barb honey 🥺🫂

“WHAT IS A CHOIR IF NOT A SORORITY FOR THE LORD” see one liner after one liner!!!!

Okay this whole melissa story imma just summarise here - I don’t get it. Melissa introducing herself to someone is straight out of character (is it meant to be development? idk i dont get it), the fact they actually were qualified and janine and mel were wrong feels flat - it would’ve felt like a better end of the story if they were right, it didn’t even feel like there was a beginning middle and end just they suspected the teacher and were wrong. Something was missing, maybe it’s because Janine’s at the district idk, but this whole arc felt rushed and shoe horned in to the ep.

As soon as janine said she was making a tough decision I couldn’t wait to see what actually dumb unimportant thing it was so v happy to be right

Jacob just end it instead of dragging out the pain 💔

Jacob watching the eras tour! I’m desperate to know his favourite era

“Sorry I had to take that” “we saw you dial” lmao

“No sister sloss its the same one” “Same several” OOH THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

I’ve actually wondered about Barb’s piercings for ages bc it seems ooc so seeing it addressed was for me actually

The gasps and the sponge squeeze LARRY OWENS U WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

Love love love the casual non binary rep and that it was just normal

Barb opening up to ava 🥺🩷 I loved this moment so much, Barb’s faith is such a big part of who she is and to know that it hasn’t always been simple and straightforward and what singing in the choir means to her it’s just so 🥺

Not to make everything gay but the pause and look to camera for “I’m … friends with some of abbott’s more colourful teachers” barb did u almost come out? (And does colourful mean 🏳️‍🌈 [and does that include melissa] or shady (definitely includes melissa)

Ava setting up barb’s concert 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I’ll cry

Melissa was so so proud oh my goodness 😭 proudest wife ever

Give me Barbara’s full album

Let me hear her whistle tone

Overall:

I’ll miss u larry owens please come back

Janelle and chris are coming for their emmys / nominations

Barb 🥺🩷

Idk what that melissa janine story was

Still need more mr johnson

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3

[hooked-on-elvis]

"It was his fans who defined the word 'devotion' and it was Elvis who was propagating the faith." — Alfred Wertheimer about Elvis interactions with his fans in the 50s.

June 30, 1956: Elvis and Barbara Gray (Elvis' date that day and the girl immortalized in a photograph with him in what would be known as one of Elvis' most iconic and sexy portraits by Alfred Wertheimer, shoot that same day, a portrait known today as 'The Kiss'). On the first picture they were at Jefferson's hotel restaurant, and in the second picture they were with Elvis' cousin, Junior Smith, inside a cab on their way to the Mosque Theatre in Richmond, VA, where Elvis would perform in a few moments. Alfred Wertheimer's recollections of this moment:

"The cab drove up Main Street, drifting through the still heat until it landed at the rear of the Mosque Theatre. I had expected Elvis to march directly up the backstage ramp, — it was only twenty minutes to show time, — but, instead, he laid back and held court with the few young ladies who had gathered, all primly dressed in their Sunday best and ready with their Brownie cameras. For someone who was moving up pretty fast he never seemed to be in a rush. He always had time for the fans. The blond in the black chemise (Barbara Grey, Elvis' date) and Junior stepped aside. "Elvis, can my girlfriend take a picture of you and me?" asked one of the young ladies. "Sure, honey." "Elvis, are you going to sing 'Heartbreak Hotel?'" "Maybe. Are you gonna watch me tomorrow night on television?" "Oh, yes." Elvis was not a celebrity who had some vague love of the people or a star who, with a wave of hands, would acknowledge some generalized gratitude for all who had made this possible. He was specific, giving his attention to each, as the Pope gives a personal audience. It was his fans who defined the word "devotion" and it was Elvis who was propagating the faith. He may not have known what he had but it was clear they knew he had it. I was still trying to find out what "it" was.

Excerpt from "Elvis '56: In The Beginning" by Alfred Wertheimer

Fans backstage at the Mosque Theatre, Richmond, Virginia - Some with their Brownie Kodak cameras, as mentioned by Mr. Wertheimer. June 30, 1956. © Alfred Wertheimer.

Elvis onstage at the Mosque Theatre, Richmond, Virginia on June 30, 1956. Photo by © Alfred Wertheimer.

#i bow to you my king 👑 #EP you'll never be forgotten #your love for your fans was so generous and everlasting is reverberates through time... we can feel it even today #this guy has my heart and my endless respect #thank you for everything you make us feel even tho most of us didn't even got to see you not even once #i'll never get tired of spreading to the four winds how loving and caring elvis presley was 🥹 #elvis the king #elvis presley #elvis and his fans #elvis fans #elvis fandom #icon #the king of rock and roll #the king of hearts #the king of the entire universe #best performer ever #rock and roll history #again... thank you God for Elvis Presley

[dibs4ever]

Sleepy Cuddler

Nightwing stumbled into the house through the fire escape window.

“Smooth” Barbara grinned looking unfazed from the computer that sat beside the window

He smiled down at her “I always land on my feet.” He shrugged off the top part of his suit and then paused. A grin formed on his lips. He leaned down close to her face “Except for you- you knock me off my feet.” He pecked her lips.

Barbara let out a giggle “Smooth” Reaching up she pulled off his mask, revealing his dazzling blue eyes “Hello Dick Grayson” She leaned up kissing him

When they pulled apart Dick took his suit off the rest of the way “I’m going to go take a shower.”

Barbara nodded pressing the buttons to shut down her computer “I’ll fog brew some tea and prepare a snack.”

“I knew there was a reason I promoted you to girlfriend.” He called over his shoulder as he made his way into the Master Bathroom

Barbara playfully rolled her eyes to herself as she got up and went toward the stairwell of the studio apartment.

Later, they lay on the couch half drank tea cups on the coffee table that were now lukewarm, and two bowls of cereal that were finished. Hers-Honey Nut Cheerios and his Frosted Flakes.

They’d just started the series they were currently trying to work through on Netflix. Trying to make something “Normal” they’d settled on 2-3 nights a week after patrol sitting and watching a tv show together before bed

Currently, Dick was lying with his head on her chest, while she ran her fingers through his hair soothingly

He had her waist in a tight hug, eyes closed. She could tell he was beginning to drift off to sleep

“Let’s go to bed,” Barbara said

Dick opened his eyes and lifted his head “What? No” he said hazily

Barbara nodded “Babe you’re tired, let’s go to bed.”

Dick glanced at the television “It’s streaming night.”

Barbara smiled cupping his face, then kissing his forehead “But you aren’t watching it. You had a busy week.”

Dick dropped his head pulling her right against him again, nuzzling her neck.

“I’m not tired” he mumbled

She giggled “Yes you are, you become super cuddly when you’re tired.”

He shook his head “But you look forward to this.”

Barbara smiled up at him and brushed the hair away from his face “I look forward to being with you.”

He sighed “I-“

Barbara ran a hand along his back, resting it on his bottom “How about this, we go to bed. I’m not tired yet- but I do have this book I’ve been wanting to get caught up on.”

A sly smile formed on his face “Read to me like you did when we were kids.”

She nodded “Yup, you cuddle me and I’ll read you to sleep. How does that sound?”

Dick kissed her neck “Sounds like a dream.” He squeezed her tightly before sitting up with her.

“I was thinking the same thing. Come to bed with me Boy Wonder” she said in a sultry tone

He laughed lightly “I’ll never say no to that.”

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #nightwing #batfamily #batgirl #batfam headcanons