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[mariespen]

➸ Career Day

Sheriff!Rafe x Teacher!Reader

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Flyers had been handed out to every student, emails sent out, and reminders posted on the school page. To say the least, career day was quickly becoming a persistent burden. While it’s a first grade tradition in Cambridge County to host parent-involved career days, there’s only been three adults to sign up for your class. The fear of letting down your students creeped in the back of your mind as you worked late at the school, brainstorming new approaches or ways of persuasion.

Rafe, just having gotten off of his day shift as the county sheriff, was at home trying to wrangle your eldest and youngest sons, Oliver and Lucas, into their pjs. Samantha, your shy middle child daughter, was curled up in her room re-reading “Stellaluna” to her stuffed animals. A sight that would normally melt Rafe’s heart and instantly persuade him to sit next to her and listen, but not tonight. With Lucas chasing after his older brother, Rafe was struggling without your comforting household presence. After a particularly difficult day, he knew better than to take it out on his precious kids. So, his guard was down. Unfortunately, your three beautiful children took quick advantage of his exhaustion.

When you finally walked into your cozy home at 7pm, the smell of Oliver’s favorite pizza hit you like none other. Your nose scrunched as you hung up your bag and took off your shoes before walking to the kitchen and strangely spotting nothing but an open box of pizza and estranged juice pouches. With a dramatic eye roll, you made your way to the living room. 

Rafe was sitting on the couch, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion as he fought sleep to scold Oliver when he tried to take Lucas’s juice. Samantha was perched in his lap, pizza sauce faintly lining the corner of her mouth as she watched the TV with wide eyes, enjoying the princess show that Rafe put on just for her. Obviously, against the protest of your two boys.

You slowly creeped behind Rafe, letting yourself sink into the comforting feeling of being surrounded by your family. Your husband didn’t notice your presence until you ran a soft hand through his buzzed hair. He twitched awake, reluctantly pulling his back off the couch before excitedly getting up, realizing his wife was finally home.

“Hi baby..” You mumbled, smiling as he approached you with open arms.

“Hey..” He responded groggily, picking you up easily and hugging you tightly to his chest.

“Mommy!” Lucas called from his place on the floor beside the coffee table.

Before you could greet them, Rafe set you down and let your three kids hug your legs tightly.

“Hi babies! How are you?” You asked, kneeling down and hugging each one of them.

Their answers were jumbled with tired excitement, each kid calling out different events of their days. Rafe’s hand made its way to your back in a comforting gesture. He could feel the stress of the day pummeling you, so with a quick glance down, he began to round up the house.

“M’kay kids, your mama’s home so it’s time for bed, hm? Let’s go, brush your teeth.” He coaxed, guiding them to the bathroom before kissing you quickly and pointing to your bedroom, a silent gesture meaning ‘it’s okay, I’ve got this.’

“I’ll come say goodnight after you’re all cozy in bed!” You called over your shoulder, gratefully headed to your shared master bedroom.

The organized chaos of bedtime ensued and you visited each of their rooms, kissing their foreheads and letting them rant to you about their overdramatized days. After your rounds, you retreated to the bedroom again, sighing in relief when you saw Rafe sitting at the foot of the bed, putting on his white shirt and pj pants.

“Honey..” He mumbled, standing up and letting you collapse into his body.

“No one signed up..” You said, voice muffled in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sure they will, sweetheart.” He said softly, squeezing you reassuringly.

“Yeah..” You groaned, pulling away to start getting ready for bed yourself.

“This house is hell without you.” Rafe said with a defeated smile.

“Pizza and a TV dinner?” You said, smirking at him before giggling to yourself.

“They convinced me..” He said, scratching the back of his head and following you to the bathroom.

“Wasn’t too hard, surely.” You washed your face, taking the towel from Rafe’s hand as he offered it.

“They know the way to my heart.” Rafe said, smiling again and rolling his eyes playfully.

“Tough days all around?” The grin returned to your face, kissing his cheek softly.

“I could make your day better..” He said, holding out his arms, offering his comfort.

“Tell me more..” You replied, accepting it gratefully.

“I bet I could convince some of the guys at the station to come out for your career thing.” He said, watching for your reaction as he tried his hardest to be helpful. “And me too, of course. What’s a station without a sheriff.”

“Rafe! Really? You’d do that?” You asked, suddenly all giddy smiles.

His heart warmed as he watched your mood flip, suddenly leaving soft kisses on his face and excitedly talking about the rest of your day. Rafe followed you, listening intently as you talked your way through, responding only when he knew you needed the reassurance. That night, he laid in bed with you in his arms, feeling like the luckiest man in the world as he brainstormed which of his men he would send to your energetic classroom.

Part Two coming soon!

[shigeoreum]

saw the cutest wedding photobooth-esque pic and had to draw it as spirk :,)

[eternvlsound]

Neon street lights to guide you home

ig: space.ram

[destiny-islanders]

happy 23rd anniversary, kingdom hearts!!!

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[ginpotts]

DOCTOR WHO 1.11 ✧ boom town

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Manga-Anime comparison:

BOMBASTIC SIDEYE

He's my package give it back

We added eyes and a Mickbell so he won't eat your soul!

This... I hold this close to my heart <3

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like

[girldriveroscar]

feel like not enough ppl r aware of 19 yr old renault oscar randomly getting juiced with insane charisma

[moonlightmagical]

i think if anything happens to doug meat i might genuinely lose my mind.

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[mariespen]

could you do a part 2 to parent teacher conferences and rafe sees the parents somewhere and goes up to them telling them to never speak to his wife like that again

➸ Confrontation

(Pt. 2 of Parent-Teacher Disaster)

Sheriff! Rafe x Teacher!Reader

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The impact of the parent-teacher conference with Noah Hillian's parents spoke loudly on your life. Rafe was tired of seeing you so affected. Warnings: Swearing, confrontation

(Re-blogging helps smaller writers like me! Please enjoy!)

Rafe’s heart hurt every time that he saw your small, exhausted expression. Whatever you were concerned about, he knew you were already working on a way to find the perfect solution. He was beyond proud, his beautiful wife and her tendency to solve the world’s problems. However, the parent teacher conference with the Hillian’s shook something inside of you, something you couldn’t resolve.

He saw it in the way you hesitated before leaving for work, the newfound hesitation when you were approached conflict, and your teary eyes whenever you graded one of Noah’s tests. Your internal conflict spoke louder than anything else, and Rafe was done seeing you so disturbed. The moment you’d told him the full extent of how those people spoke to you, Rafe was on alert.

The Hillians weren’t new to Rafe’s life. He’d had the occasional run-in when they called the police on their neighbor’s birthday part, and again when they tried to report a break-in without any sign of evidence. It was painfully obvious that their intentions were anything but in good faith.

The idea of someone threatening and trying to spin power with you, his perfectly poised wife? It stirred something inside of him that Rafe had barely felt before. A sense of protectiveness that made his jaw clench whenever he saw you struggling. 

“Rafe, we gotta go to the store.” You mumbled, eyes wide at the growing list of demands that your three kids had scribbled onto the grocery list, “Look, Sammie put ‘Rainbow Goldfish’ five times.”

Rafe chuckled, looking over your shoulder at the list, “Yeah, let’s get them packed up.” 

You set out to gather Oliver and Samantha as Rafe got your youngest, Lucas, ready. Once everyone was dressed and Samantha had grabbed her favorite doll, you were off. Rafe’s hand laid on your thigh as you leaned against the passenger’s seat, scanning the list with a pen in hand. He was rubbing reassuring patterns into your leg, trying to sooth your impending stress.

Getting into the store was easy, put keeping each kid contained while shopping was a whole other battle. Lucas was squirming in the shopping cart’s small seat, and Samantha insisted on sitting in the basket. Oliver was giddy, skipping around the store and grabbing anything that was in his reach. Mid-way through, Rafe went to the deli to get meat cut, already having a meal in mind for the weekend. As he approached the counter to grab a ticket, he spotted Salish and Nevan Hillian in line beside him.

They both avoided his eye contact, silently praying that Rafe wouldn’t say anything. But Rafe was done sitting around, tired of watching you break under the pressure that these parents put on your shoulders.

“Hey!” Rafe said, approaching them without hesitation.

“Oh! Rafe um- Hi!” Nevan said, standing up a little straighter.

Salsih looked ahead at the line, not even glancing Rafe’s way.

Rafe was already over it, cutting straight to the chase, “How was the parent teacher conference?”

Their faces went bright red, Salish finally looking up, “Good!”

“Yeah?” Rafe chuckled with a grin on his face.

“Hey man, we don’t mean any trouble-“ Nevan started, putting his hands up in surrender. Salish tried to walk away, grabbing onto Nevan’s arm in a false portrayal of their innocence.

“That’s my fucking wife. Speak to her like that again and we’re going to have a real problem.” Rafe growled, his fingers flexed at his sides, his breath slow and controlled—barely.

Salish instantly perked up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is a misunderstanding.” Rafe laughed in disbelief, holding eye contact, “Really? It didn’t seem like a misunderstanding when you were raising your voice on her, trying to manipulate her. I fucking know your methods.”

You were approaching Rafe, huddled over the list as you checked things off. Lucas had finally gotten his way and was playing with Samantha in the basket while Oliver had been leashed in. You made him promise to keep one hand on the cart, exhausted by his tendency to run off mid-sentence. 

The situation at hand didn’t click until you were already at his side, looking up at him. You felt two pairs of eyes staring back, and you made direct eye contact with the Hillians. With a knowing glance you looked up to Rafe.

“Honey, I can’t read your handwriting. What does this say?” You ignored them, only looking at your husband.

“Bananas, sweetheart.” He softly put his hand on the small of your back, ruffling Samantha’s hair.

“Thanks!” You said, smiling as he pressed a kiss into the side of your head. 

With a final warning glare, Rafe walked off with you and his beautiful family. You let your body relax into his touch, never speaking a word about the confrontation.

When you got to work the next day, the endless emails from Salish had stopped. Relief crashed over you like a wave, finally letting yourself back into your normal routine. 

You made sure to hold Rafe closer that night, thanking him with subtle kisses and his favorite meal.

Rafe, on the other hand, was rewarded plenty when he saw your confidence return.

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PlayStation 2 Ocean Blue (2002)

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The Malfunctions

Dpxdc Prompt #9

Ectoplasm and electricity didn't mix well.

More specifically, Danny's ectoplasm and electricity didn't mix well.

There were of course ways that the two could interact or else half of the Fenton Tech wouldn't work and Technus' powers would be completely useless. The only reason Danny's ecto specifically didn't really interact well with electricity was well, because of the way he died.

Interacting with the stuff that killed him apparently caused his ecto to have a visceral reaction. It didn't mean that Danny couldn't touch things that ran on electricity. It just meant that if he did his brain would go into fight-or-flight mode immediately and being a ghost he was now permanently wired to fight.

That was fine with Danny, majority of the tech he interacted with was trying to kill him and would've put him in fight mode anyway. What Danny didn't realize was with any non-ecto contaminated tech, it was put in fight-or-flight mode as well.

Too bad he had no reason to know this before moving into Gotham with a family that practically ran on tech.

Tim was going crazy and no it didn't have anything to do with the fact he hadn't slept in two days or the insane villains roaming the streets. No, really, he was going crazy because every piece of Bat-tech had suddenly decided to malfunction.

The worst of the bunch was Dick's escrima sticks and the communicators. The escrima sticks were sending out electricity when they were turned off and were more volatile than ever. The communicators would send out a constant stream of static.

Of course every other piece of tech was malfuntioning too, but those seemed to be what went first and worst. Bat-tech wasn't perfect, but there was no way a virus could've effected all their gear. In fact, there was no sign of a virus of any kind.

Tim had checked, and checked again, and had Babs cross-check (her tech seemed to be working fine, but Tim had to drop by the clocktower himself to talk to her. The communicator problem was quite inconvenient), and even allowed any siblings of his that wanted to to try and discover what was wrong.

There had been no big battle before everything stopped working, but there was an event that occurred right around when the tech started malfunctioning. The Waynes had a new addition, another kid to add to their family that didn't know of their... extracurriculars.

Or at least hadn't been told about them.

Everything was wrong in the Bat-cave and Daniel Fenton was suspect #1.