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Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Stucky x daughter!reader Word count: 1.3k Requested by Anon: can i request (marvel) tickle fights with stucky x daughter!reader for the christmas list?? ty! A/N: To be honest I wasn’t too happy with this and I had to re-write this... a lot... but I still hope it’s a good start for out Advent calender, hope you like it!!!

“I don’t see why I have to do this? I have two super soldier dads, like two dozen of superhero aunts and uncles and just about the most secure home there ever was,” you panted as you stopped doing the push-ups Steve had instructed you to and stared at the ceiling of your home’s gym. “You don’t know if we’ll always be there to safe you in a dangerous situation Y/N, we just want to make sure that you’re prepared for the worst,” Bucky repeated the sentence that you probably mumbled in your sleep by now and gave you a hand to pull you up to stand again. “That’s easy for you to say,” you huffed and cracked your neck, “You and Paps are both literally two of the strongest humans on earth and - surprise surprise - I am not.” “Oh pumpkin,” Steve chuckled and used your head as an armrest, making you glare up at him with as much fury as you could muster - which wasn’t much, “That’s exactly why we’re training you, at the end of this you won’t need to be as strong as we are to make anyone who wants to hurt you regret it in an instance and we won’t have to worry about you when you’re out and about.” Bucky nodded in agreement, but pushed Steve’s arm off of your head to ruffle it. “Okay, I understand that, I really do, but that doesn’t explain why you have to be the ones who train me? Why can’t I train with Aunt Nat? She is literally the most badass person I know and she doesn’t need super strength to beat the two of you up.” “Ouch, way to hurt your old men,” Bucky huffed and put a hand over his heart like you’d hurt him, causing you to stick out your tongue at him. “Also do you really want to be trained by Natasha? She made the last SHIELD trainee she was assigned to cry after the first session,” Steve mused. “So what? She isn’t that tough with me, she never made me cry,” you shot back before you could think about it, making both of your fathers freeze and look at you, immediately telling you that you messed up. “Uhm, I mean she wouldn’t make me cry, I’m sure, she’s my aunt after all,” you tried to weasle your way out of that, even though you figured that you were too deep to save yourself. “Y/N, I am going to ask you this one time and I expect you to answer honestly,” Steve asked, his arms crossed over his chest, in his dad-voice that always gave you flashbacks to when you were sitting in Sports class to watch his old tapes, “Did you train behind our back with Romanoff?” Ouff, okay, not a good sign, your paps never called Nat by her last name unless they were on a mission or  she was in trouble. You guessed right now she wasn’t the only one. “Well,” you thought about what the best way to handle that would be, scratching your neck, “I mean maybe we had some training sessions once or twice….a week.” Silence - also not a good sign - filled the room and you felt like shrinking to the size of a spider under the gaze of your fathers. “Listen,” you tried to reason with them, “It’s not that big of a deal, she just wanted to show me some of her moves and we spent the most time not even training to fight - she mostly taught me ballet moves to keep up my condition and balance and things like that.” The look in your fathers eyes changed, but you weren’t sure if it was for the better or the worse, and it was Bucky who finally said something: “I can understand that and I’m sure so those Paps, but we still would’ve preferred it if you would have told us about it before hands. You know that we don’t like you keeping secrets from us, okay?” “Yeah, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, but I thought you would react...negative, that you would forbid me from training with Nat, because I really enjoy her training sessions and I even think it’s fun.” “Why didn’t you just tell us then? I mean sure we thought it would be a nice fathers-daughter thing to train with you, but we can understand if Nat’s training is more your style - we don’t want you to start despising training.” “Because I was scared you’d say that I wasn’t allowed to train with her once I told you so I thought doing it behind your back and just training twice the amount - one time with you and one time with her - would be better than not getting to train with her at all.” “Well, how about we make a deal,” Steve clapped into his hands and you couldn’t help but be a little bit worried by that little glint in his eyes, “We sparr, you and I, and I’ll even hold back - if you win, you’ll get to train with Natasha full time,  I win and we’ll continue to train you.” You could see Bucky’s eyes widened and you were almost disappointed by his lack of belief in you, but you could use that - you were sure your paps would underestimate you. “Fine,” you said and gave him your hand to shake on it before the two of you walked to the sparring area. “Ready, set, go!” Bucky started the match and both you and Steve started to circle each other, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. And you knew how you could make that opportunity appear. With an aimed step you managed to make yourself realistically trip over, taking the fall without any buffer since you had to make it look realistic. You were surprised by how realistic the small shout of pain was that escaped your lips, but you were quite happy when Steve immediately lowered his guard and came over to you and knelt down beside you. Before he could even start to fall into his mama-bird role and start to look for injuries you jumped on him, straddling him to keep him from escaping you, and used the moment of surprise to ram your fingers into his side where you knew his weak spots to be. In only a matter of seconds he was trying to escape your tickling fingers but you were to quick, causing america’s most loved son to lie on the ground, squirming and laughing uncontrollably, but no matter how much he tried to get away or how much he asked you to stop you didn’t. You were determined to win this fight. “O-o-okay,” Steve managed to press out between laughs, “Y-Y-You win.” In an instance Bucky - who had been standing besides the two of you laughing his ass off at the sight of his daughter tickling his husband to the point of tears - had his arms around you and lifted you off of Steve who had to take a few moments to gather himself. Still being carried by your dad you started to smirk: “I won, guess we’ll have to find another fathers-daughter thing for us, don’t we?” “I should have known that being trained by Nat would make you into a cheating minx, but I accept my defeat,” Steve huffed and stood up, before walking over to you and for a second you were afraid he’d get revenge by tickling you too, but against the odds he just hugged you and swirled you through the air for a bit, before sitting you down. “I do know what our next thing could be, you could teach me to drive a bike?” you asked, very much aware of the hell you had just unleashed....

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Stardew Valley [”That’s the farming game smol and I like.” “Oh is that one-”]

Harvest Moon: Rune Factory [”-where I went around chopping people with an axe?” “No, that’s Rune Factory.” “Oh. Then is it the one-”]

Animal Crossing: New Leaf [”-where you can catch bugs and butterflies?” “No, that’s Animal Crossing.” “Well darnit, then which one is the one-”]

Halfway Autumn (my original game) [”-that has all the seasons in it?” “They all have four seasons.” “No there’s one with lots of seasons!” “Halfway Autumn? It has six seasons.” “Yes, that one!” “That’s my game, it’s not even done! Here, I’ll just show you a picture.” *shows Rune Factory* “Well now that looks like another game, the one-”]

Dragon Quest IX [”-with the tree and the train!” “DQIX?” “I guess so? Is that the one-”]

Fandom: DC - Batfamily Pairing: Batfam x Batsis!reader Word count: 1k  Requested by Anon:  2 It would be SO cute if you did prompt 2 with a batsis that was turned into a child and the boys and girls are trying to explain to her what is illegal and what is cool, like, she would be a child because of a toxin that turned her into a very naughty one, and they would be trying to help her, but she behaves like that, and they would be explaining it (I don't know if you could understand) 😔

Looking back at it, the family was rather happy that you first came to them when you were already a teenager because after spending only about a weekend with your toddler version they were quite honestly exhausted. They all were still shocked at the event that had unfolded about three days earlier… Things had been nice around the manor, Gorham was considerably calm, the holidays were coming closer and everyone was starting to feel the winter mood, Alfred even going as far as to theme-fittingly decorate the manor to a Winter Wonderland - going the whole nine yards. And then Damian and you were assigned to go on a mission - or rather you and Damian since you were the older sibling -  to go find out where a new villain who had just slightly too much fun with poisoning people. You weren‘t expected to do anything about him just yet, just to find out where he was hiding and give the information to Bruce who‘d take care of him, but of course - as so often with this family - things didn‘t go as planned. Damian, who of course believed that the two of you didn‘t need to wait for Bruce to take care of the villain, stormed into the lab he was using and immediately got into the line of fire for the villain to shoot at him with poisoned darts. You were faced with a do-or-your-little-brother-dies situation and like you‘d do again every time you were faced with that situation you threw yourself in front of Damian to save his little demon ass. A part of you hoped your suit was tough enough to not let the dart get to your skin, but when you felt piercing in your neck you knew you were pretty much fucked. After that everything got blurry and soon black…

When Damian felt you fall limp into his arm he started to panic, but his training luckily took the upper hand and he fell into a sort of trance, only waking up when the villain was tied to a chair - unconscious - in front of him. “I need immediate help, Y/H/N was hit,“ he shouted into his comm and immediately turned to you again, when he saw something else. Or rather someone else. In front of him was a little girl around six years old with messy Y/h/c hair and Y/s/c skin and it didn‘t take long for him to connect the dots that this toddler was in fact you. And that you were sitting there completely naked since the suit you had worn earlier was definitely too big for a toddler you. “I‘m cold,“ you just said nonchalantly and stared up at your now big-little brother. If it were any other situation Damian would have been smug about finally not being the smallest in the family, but all his brain cells were currently occupied with worrying for you. What the heck should he do now? The way you expectantly looked up at him made him snap out of his inner panic attack and take off his cape to wrap you up inside it, you happily cuddling into the warmth, just as the window shattered, causing you to let out a short screech. Damian looked up to see his father swinging inside in a rush to get to you, only to freeze in exactly the same spot that Damian had stood in earlier. “Robin?” he asked in a stunned voice and looked at you clutching yourself onto your brother, “Please tell me that that’s not Sparrow…”

That’s how it all started. They quickly found out that the toxin that had somehow managed to de-age you would only have an effect for about one to two days, but that still left them with a weekend to take care of a little toddler which they were absolutely not prepared for. So, first things coming first and since they didn’t want you to run around naked or fall because you were wearing way too big clothes Stephanie and Babara decided that Bruce could spare some money for a toddler shopping spree and took you out, only to find that you had absolutely no idea about what was legal and what wasn’t when you straight up shoplifted a doll in one and a funny pair of sunglasses in another like it was no big deal. When they told you that doing that wasn’t okay and that you either had to bring them back or pay for them you had looked so confused that they would have almost found it cute if it weren’t for the fact that you were in an age where you should definitely know the difference between one and the other. And it didn’t stop with that, when the three of you came back to the manor and went to the kitchen to take a snack your eyes fell onto the cake that Alfred had baked and that was cooling down and Stephanie, Babara and Dick - who had been in the kitchen already when you came inside - almost had a heart attack when you straight up poked your finger into the cake to taste the filling. Another explanation about what was right and what wasn’t followed along with a heated discussion about who’d take the blame (in the end they decided that they’d unitidly blame it on Jason) . More and more instances followed - a few of them being actual broken laws if they took it completely serious - and it wasn’t long until they all realised that you may weren’t entirely clueless as to what was right and wrong, but that you were just a straight up naughty kid (making you Jason’s favorite sibling in a literal seconds). They tried their best to make it clear to you as to what was cool and what wasn’t, but seeing as Jason was just openinly working against them and that you just didn’t seem to care made the task a lot more difficult than they had anticipated and soon enough they were just about ready to give up, but in a strike of luck it was just about that time that you turned back to yourself. After that - even though they were more than happy that you were back to your usual, polite, rule abiding self - they couldn’t help but wonder how a rude little toddler like you could have turned into the person you were now...

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Fandom: Dc Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader Word count: ~800 Requested by Anon: It would be SO FREAKING CUTE if you write a prompt six with Damian and the reader, Which they're both in like a fancy party, Damian with Bruce and y/n with her parents, and like, they’re just tired of the boring night they’re having, and since they’ve been friends for some time they go to the garden and lie down on the grass, and see a shooting star, and he kind of wants to spend the next Christmas with her again

December. Holiday season. The time of year were all the fancy rich people wanted to feel especially good about themselves and held even more charitable Parties and Galas than usual, forcing Bruce to attend them in order to keep up his name and with him his children too. Or at least the children that still lived with him, meaning Tim, Cass and the ever grumpy Damian. Which annoyed the little demon to no end. He hated it. So, so, so much. Or at least he did for most of the time until he found a little something about most galas that cheered him up just a little bit. That made him not hate them as much. Damian found you. Your family was rich beyond what most people could imagine - not quite as rich as the Wayne’s but on the way there - and had been in Gotham for longer than anyone could care to archive. There were whole history essays and theses just about your family. And so - with a name that held a reputation to uphold - you, too, were forced to attend most Galas in Gotham and after seeing each other at these events almost every two weeks you finally gained the courage to speak to the newest boy wonder. And even though Damian put quite a resistance up at first he got used to you after some time. More than that actually, he started to be fond of you, maybe even like you. So - since it was better than him growling around for hours until they left again - Bruce was more than happy to let Damian wander off to find you everytime they arrived at a Gala. Just like this time. Damian strolled off to the buffet table - your usual meeting point - but found himself disappointed when you weren’t waiting for him with the car-cookies you had promised him. “Tt,” he scoffed and looked around in search of you. “Who are you searching for?” a sweet voice asked him from behind his back and he had to suppress every fighting instinct he had in him to now just punch you square in the face for scaring him. He also had to suppress the small smile at the sight of you. “For you, idiot,” he scoffed, but even though his words were more or less insulting, your smile just widened. Damian looked you once over and found himself excited when he saw the small cookie box that you had barely managed to fit into the purse that fit perfectly to your green dress. He also noted that you were wearing red and white striped Stockings and he couldn’t help imagining you as one of Santa’s elves. You’d make quite the cute elf, wouldn’t you? “Here,” you mumbled smiling and pulled the cookie box - a self made one seemingly with little dancing dogs drawn on it - out and handed it to him, “-like I promised you. I even decorated them with little cat-outfits.” “Thanks,” he said genuinely, but quickly got his scoff back onto his face as he looked around at all the people having boring conversations, “so what are we going to do now?” “Hmmm-” you hummed and leaned your head to the side, “-How about if we go outside for a bit? On the way here I was looking at the sky and it’s quite beautiful tonight, would you like to watch it with me?” Damian shrugged but agreed and even though his heart started to beat a little bit faster he rolled his eyes as you held his arm and led him outside to the grass. You looked around for a bench or something, but there was only the grass. “We could lay down,” Damian suggested, seemingly reading your thoughts and he lived for the little light in your eyes, only to be disappointed when it died down again, “Right?” “Uhm, I think that wouldn’t be a good idea, my mother paid a lot for this dress and if I were to ruin it she would be incredibly mad.” Damian scoffed - again - followed by a sigh as he laid his jacket down on the grass and motioned at it. “Here, it should be big enough for you not to get the dress dirty, my father won’t mind.” The light was back in your eyes and you gave him a small hug before laying down with him and staring up at the sky. “Look,” you suddenly exclaimed and gestured to the sky where Damian caught the glimpse of a shooting star traveling by. “Did you wish for something?” you asked and looked at him with this ever pure smile. “Tt, I don’t believe in that,” he played it off and rolled his eyes, not daring to tell you that he did wish for something. That he wished for the one thing he could never tell anybody. That he wished for you to still be with him when the next december came...

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Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Word count: 1.1k Requested by the darling @memex22​: Hi there 👋🏻Can I request a (Draco x reader) romantic relationship, from your prompt list like with number 3, blush, honestly you can write anything and I would still be happy 💖☺️And if not it's okay, thank you 💓

Draco Malfoy was a lot of things - good and bad - which he told you about every chance he got, but he was also something else, something that he didn‘t want you to know, he was the boy who had fallen for you. You, shy, caring, friendly, loved-by-all, Y/N who in no world would ever be with him. Why would you? He made it his living to basically bully your best friends on a daily basis since - even though you were also a Slytherin - you immediately connected with Harry, Ron, Hermione and their friends. Damn Potter, not only was he making Draco‘s life miserable with all his ‘chosen-ness‘, now he also took you away from him and made you farther than you already were. Draco knew he had to do something, anything really, to finally become a part of your life, to present himself as a potential partner to you. He was well aware of him reputation and the aura that surrounded him so he knew he had to be stealthy about it, had to be careful not to make it too obvious and chase you away, so he decided he‘d start small. He would make you blush. It was virtually an easy task, but he found it rather hard to find that perfect balance between being nice - but not too nice, flattering you without making it too obvious that he had the hots for you and still keeping up his persona. He also had to hit that sweet spot of time where you weren‘t with the trio and wouldn‘t have the change to run to them and tell them about it. He found that that perfect moment was on a Thursday evening, the lake above the Slytherin quarters had frozen for the first time that winter and made for quite the sight out of the windows, the light someone (most likely magically enhanced) dancing through the ice and making a small light show. It was in the evening - most students had already left to go to bed - when Draco came through the entrance followed by Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle and found you sitting on one of couches with a book in your hands, deeply invested in the story by the looks of it. “Look at that,“ Pansy scoffed and Draco saw how your shoulders immediately tensed up, “Why aren‘t you with Potter and the Mudblood? Did they finally get bored of you and threw you out? It would serve you right, Traitor.“ You kept your eyes on your book - even though Draco noticed how they didn‘t keep on reading and just stayed focused on one spot the entire time - and seemingly tried to seem like you didn‘t pay her any attention, but the way your fingers slightly quivered betrayed you. At least to the blond boy who had studied you so carefully ever since he had first started harbouring feelings for you. “Leave her alone Pansy,“ he scoffed in a tone that could be interpreted very widely. It allowed him to hide his anger and save his reputation while still keeping you safe. For his entourage it most likely sounded like he was saying ‘She isn‘t worth the trouble‘ and they were fine with that, so Pansy just cracked a bit before saying her goodbyes to the boys and went to her dorm room. In a strike of luck Crabbe and Goyle decided that they wanted to go to bed too - or rather to their hidden stash of sweets - and left Draco in the common room. Draco and you. And so the perfect moment arrived and Draco knew that was the time to finally pull through with his plan. Only that he noticed that he hadn‘t really made a plan as much as he had just worried about what could happen if something went wrong. For a second he just wanted to abort the mission and go to bed and start actually planning something and wait for the next opportunity, but then he realized that the second had turned into quite a few seconds and he had been staring at you the entire time. Well, that wasn‘t good, was it now? Things were definitely not going according to plan, but if he just turned around and left then and there he was sure you‘d never see him as anything other than the awkward boy who just stared at you ever again. So he‘d have to improvise. He could do that, sure he could, he was a Malfoy after all, how hard could it be to talk to his crush? It should be childsplay. “Can I help you?“ you asked, ripping him out of his thoughts yet again and making him realize that he was probably just staring again. Damn he really didn‘t make it easy on himself, did he now? “I-“ he started and immediately stopped again. Have you always been that pretty? “Yes?“ Fuck he really had to look somewhere else if he didn‘t want you to think he was a creep. “I wanted to apologize for Pansy, she doesn‘t know when to stop sometimes,“ he finally managed to say and he expected you to look surprised or flattered by this atypical apology of his, but instead you raised your eyebrows and inspected him suspicious. “Since when do you care about stopping?“ You asked, the tone of your voice was nothing he had ever heard before. You never sounded mad or angry or even annoyed so the fact that he had managed to make you sound like that was already a great start to his quest of gaining your attention and hopefully later love. He would be proud if it weren’t for the situation at hand. “Uhm- yeah I guess I‘m not one to talk,“ he muttered in agreement, finally earning the surprised look that he had hoped for, and scratched the back of his neck when an uncomfortable silence filled the room. “So…“ he started, but didn‘t know what to say. “So…“ you mirrored him and looked around as if hoping you‘d be somehow saved by something around you. “What are you reading?“ Draco asked, hoping to keep the conversation going so that he’d finally make you blush. “A book?“ you answered and looked at him like he was dull. He slightly rolled his eyes, but had a small smile on his lips and just looked at you with one eyebrow slightly raised. “Yeah, but what book?“ And then it happened. It was only for a few seconds and most likely caused by the slight embarrassment of misunderstanding his question, but as you let out a small ‘oh‘ and leaned you head away he swore he could see the slight tinge of the most beautiful shade of red spread over your cheeks making his heart start to beat faster. And at that moment Draco knew. He knew that he had a chance and he knew that not even sucky Potter could keep him from going after that. He knew that you and him could really become a thing - sooner or later...

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I got the description: “Great artists aren't always appreciated in their own time” and I was like “lol wouldn’t that be funny it were the fuckin’ Wii U because of how shitty the sa