just let her be happy for once

An Aquarius and I were sitting out in the park just relaxing, and suddenly she started kissing my neck and whispered, “I’m scared of getting too attached too quick to you, but you’re making this too difficult for me. I can’t stop thinking about you and I hate you for this..” She then bombarded me with kisses.

An Aries rubbed her hands together and sighed. “I’m so scared..” She said, “I’m scared of being a failure, to fail is something I can’t really see myself doing, and IF this relationship between us fails l, then I am too blame because I probably didn’t do my part.”

A Cancer looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, “I’m scared to love you. I’m scared to even think of loving you, but I have been through so much, so just wait for me to open up, okay?”

A Capricorn let out a small laugh and just looked at me and pushed me playfully, and then suddenly she got quiet and gently held my hand into hers. She looked back at me and said, “I’m not very good with words. I can’t always express myself the way you want me to, but believe me, I love you so much and I just don’t want you to think that I don’t. I see you. I feel you. You make me happy, okay?”

A Gemini slowly placed her hands on my face and squeezed my face playfully, then slowly got quiet before letting go and smiled. “Get use to me..”, she said as she backs away from me. “I’m the accurate Gemini and you wouldn’t want to get too attached if I just up and leave..” she slowly slowed down and stopped, “but that doesn’t mean you can just accept that, because for once I want someone to chase the fuck out of me..”

A Leo and I were cuddling and she slowly lifted my hand and looked at it and she snuggled closer to me and said, “I’m sorry if you think I’m very demanding at times, and I know that my pride gets the best of me, and I can’t seem to lower my pride when I know I’m in a wrong, but for you..” She looked up and stared at you. “I’m going to do everything for us to just work and we better meet halfway, okay?”

A Libra sat ontop of me in bed and we just talked the whole night like this, and slowly said, “I always think that I’d feel lost, or lose myself, when I know I’ll be deep in my feelings and no one is there to really listen to me, or even when I need someone.. I fear that I’d be just alone.. I’m scared, you know?” I watched her got quiet and I pulled her down and held her close to me and whispered to her that I will be here for her and she buried herself to me, holding onto me tightly..

A Pisces rolled and slowly inched herself closer to me and said, “I’m scared to wake up and to find you not in love with me anymore. To give my all to you, and you’ll just slowly just lose feelings for me right away…” She started to whimper and continued, “to feel like this will all be just a dream because you have been nothing but a blessing to me and I can’t lose this. I don’t want to lose this, to lose you. So, please reassure me every single damn day, asshole..”

A Sagittarius placed her arms around her my neck and whispered softly, “I overthink too much about things and I can’t stop. You’re in my thoughts alot. You always do..” Her hands rub the back of my neck and she slowly starts to sway us together. “I just can’t help that I’m like this when I’m with you..”

A Scorpio reached for my hands and squeezed them as tightly as she can and said, “I told you I have trust issues, and I have been hurt in the past, and I couldn’t put myself out there for you, and I just wanted you to know that if you give me a bit more time you’ll know.. you’ll know when I’m ready again.”

A Taurus and I were out in downtown and I watched her walk infront of me. She then turned around with her hands on her back and slowly walked towards me and said, “I’m falling for you, you know? But I’m not there yet. I’m scared to fall, because [laugh] I haven’t had anyone tried to catch me.. and I’m scared..” She looks into my eyes and slowly she reached for my hands. “I am falling for you, and I hope you’re there to catch me…”

A Virgo stared at me long and hard, she then leaned to kiss my cheek softly and said, “I have a fear of commitment. I’ve had alot of people promise me things and completely mistreated me and I know you mean well, but could you just.. can we take things slow? Because I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to ruin us. I like you, I really do but you’re..” I kissed her and she kisses back and suddenly she pulled away with a smirk on her face, “There you go again.. God, you’re at it again..”

—  Fears
Vive el Momento (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Requested: No, but @illuminateshawn and I live for drunk, festival Mendes in that red shirt from Amsterdam.

Word count: 4,947

“Can I have three large beers, thanks” I smiled, handing the girl in front of me my money. The sun was burning into my back, heating up my entire body slowly.

“I just love this weather” my friend Julia said. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sun burning in her face.

“Me too” I agreed, looking around the festival filled with drunk people having fun everywhere.

To me, this was what summer was all about; heat, friends, music and beers. Actually, going to festivals was my happy place, I loved the whole idea of just letting go and enjoy yourself as much as possible; meeting new people and staying up until the early hours when the sun rose again.

“Girl, don’t look now but that guy… he’s looking again” Julia laughed, taking of her black sunglasses.

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it just makes me so happy when we see allura act like an actual teenager every once in a while (like playing around with her spiny chair, playing games with the mice) she’s so stressed most of the time and the weight of universe practically lies on her shoulders, please just let her have fun once in a while.

“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave. 

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat. 

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet. 

He admired everything you did…

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous. 

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else. 

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities. 

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you. 

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy. 

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping. 

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him,  even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion. 

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you. 

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

The Blue Princess and her Red Rose

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe)
Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.

A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet.
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! 
Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(

Summary: After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. 

Tales of Greyria


The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt, love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.

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Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

“De-Dean” a whimper left your lips even if you meant to say it in a completely different way “Dean please, we- we can’t. Not again.” a small whine left your lips when his lips actually detached from the skin of your neck even if that was the exact thing you were asking him.

“Sweetheart, are you really telling me you don’t want it?” he said with a smirk, looking up at you through his eyelashes before he kissed back your collarbone and you let a small groan, mixing with a moan when his lips started trailing down.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” you whined softly, still arching your back upwards to press yourself closer to him “But D, you- you know we-” you gasped softly when you felt him bite you, his face inching closer to your chest as his hands worked one on the bra and the other on your panties, which by the way were the only things you were wearing. Not for long, though.

“We can’t do it now.” you said with a moan and he pulled away, looking down at you “My parents are gonna hear us.” you bit your lip.

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15 things I learned at 15:
1. Life isn’t all about grades and paying bills and getting old. You can’t wake up every morning and do the exact same thing and then say you’ve lived. Do the types of things you can tell stories about. Live a little. 
2. The world can be a beautiful place if you look hard enough. Find those places. The world was made to be seen by your eyes.
3. Love is more than saying those three words. You have to mean them. You have to feel them.
4. Your feelings are valid. Always. Please don’t forget that. 
5. We were given voices so that we could say how we feel and what we think. Don’t let your voice go to waste because you’re scared. Speak your mind; tell him you love him, tell her that she hurt you, tell your parents that your sad, tell them you’re so fucking happy that they exist in this world.
6. Losing someone who was important to you once doesn’t make what you had together invalid. No matter how thing ended, whether you faded out like a sunset or you burst into flames and it was over instantaneously, they made you happy at one point. Just remember them like that.
7. Flowers braided into your hair are beautiful and leather jackets and combat boots are beautiful and stilettos and lipstick are beautiful and beautiful is not defined by a number, or an image, it’s a feeling.
8. Sometimes all someone needs is to be held.
9. Your heart is a muscle. It will break and then it will become stronger than ever. Love will end you, but you will rise from your ashes and you will be okay.
10. Being alone and being lonely are not the same thing.
11. Hold onto the things and the people that make your heart race and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Make sure they know they matter.
12. You don’t have to be okay all of the time. Just know that pain is only temporary.
13. No one in this world knows you better than yourself. Don’t ever let someone try to tell you otherwise.
14. Feel. Feel everything. Every emotion that is thrown your way, welcome it with open arms, invite it into your home, drown in it. Let your emotions consume you, when you feel things like this, no matter how painful, you know you’re alive.
15. If Van Gogh can turn his pain into a collection of masterpieces and Shakespeare can turn the greatest tragedies into something beautiful  then you can get up every morning and find a reason to stay.
—  15 things I learned at 15 // Happy Birthday To Me 05.01.17
7 Minutes || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by juptern

word count : 1,225

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : make-outs, cursing, hating each other.

summary : You are friend with Betty and Veronica and they invited you to this party so of course you say yes. you didn’t know you’d end up playing seven minutes in heaven and be stuck in there with someone you hate; Jughead Jones.


     Betty and you had been best friends since you were babies. You were lucky enough to occupy the house right next to hers so you spent countless hours with each other growing up. When Veronica came to Riverdale, the two of you welcomed her with open arms. Of course when Veronica and Betty were fighting you took a neutral stance, or as neutral as you possibly could. You were happy to know when they made up, at least for the most part. Veronica was even throwing some party to finalize it; which is a bit weird but you were just going with it; who could say no to a good party?

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For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)

Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.

Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.

Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.

The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.

Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.

“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”

The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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MC finds out she's pregnant right around when RFA++ leaves the country for about a year

Yoosung

  • Yoosung gets a scholarship to go overseas and learn
  • If it wasn’t for MC’s two jobs (she works in an office and as the RFA party planner), he would have brought her along
  • He made sure to propose and get her a ring before he left so that no guys would try to horn in on his territory
  • Once MC found out she was pregnant, she had to hide it to make sure Yoosung would focus on his studies
  • Of course, the RFA gradually found out, but MC convinced them to keep it a secret to make sure he didn’t get too distracted
  • Except, Yoosung came home on a holiday break and found her pregnant and flipped
  • On the way hand, yay! Baby!
  • On the other hand… well the emoji explains it best 😱
  • Of course MC explains, and he just…
  • He states then and there that he is going to go back, finish school ahead of time, and they are going to get married ASAP 
  • He loves her too much and wants to be with her and their child as soon as he can
  • Sure enough, in three months, Yoosung finished his program, gets home, marries MC (on paper, they plan an actual ceremony for when the baby is born) and MC has the baby
  • A few months later, they have an official ceremony (his little sister has been paid to take care of the baby during the ceremony)
  • It’s all very sweet 

Jaehee

  • After their coffee shop got popular, Jaehee wanted to go to Italy and learn more about coffee there
  • MC and Jaehee had been trying IV treatments with little success, so Jaehee figured it was a good, safe time to leave
  • But MC found out she was pregnant not too long after
  • She was going to tell Jaehee, except when Jaehee called and started raving about all the fun she was having, MC couldn’t bring herself to take it away by telling her
  • Of course, it accidentally came out when MC was around seven months along because Yoosung, well….
  • He was in a convo with Jaehee in the Messenger, and she was scolding him for gaming too much
  • “You’re going to make a great mom, Jaehee”
  • “;;;; why are you saying that now?”
  • “Well, you’ve seen how big MC is getting! She’s swelling up like a balloon!”
  • Zen pops into the convo, “Yoosung! Don’t say that about women! They’re feelings are delicate!”
  • MC pops in, “hey guys, what’s going on?”
  • “Are you gaining weight, MC?” Jaehee asks “are you okay? Are you eating right?”
  • “Wait, does she not know?” Zen asks
  • “Of course she’s gaining weight! She’s having baby!” Yoosung tacks on before anyone can stop him
  • “;;;;;; Yoosung……”
  • “IM GOING BACK TO KOREA!!!”
  • Yoosung is properly scolded by Zen and MC, but Jaehee comes back within a week
  • Jaehee ends up saying that she will only return to Italy to complete her research once their daughter is six months old
  • Which she does, but as soon as she’s done, she comes home and is the best mom ever

Zen

  • Zen got his big break
  • He was going to act in a movie overseas
  • But he was going to be gone for a year
  • MC found out she was pregnant three days before he had to leave, so she told him nothing
  • She knew him
  • Knew that he would stay and give up this opportunity, so she decided not to tell him because she didn’t want him to give this role up
  • She promised to video chat with him everyday, and talk on the Messenger as much as possible
  • The only problem was the other RFA members
  • As the pregnancy progressed, she had to tell the other members about the pregnancy and swear them to secrecy
  • Zen remained ignorant of it for six months, the whole time, the rest of the RFA feeling super guilty about keeping this from him
  • More than once, Yoosung almost spills the beans
  • Meanwhile, MC takes a picture of herself everyday that she’s pregnant so that Zen will be able to see it when he gets back
  • She hangs every ultrasound on the fridge
  • A few times, Zen asks if she’s gaining weight, at first she claims just not to be motivated to work out without her hubby around, but then she starts pretending to be offended
  • She lowers the chair of her desk so he can’t see her expanding tummy
  • He also notices her boobs get bigger (he likes)
  • After six months, Zen gets a few weeks off work because shooting is ahead of schedule, so he flies home
  • When he arrives, it’s night, and he didn’t tell her because he wants things to be a surprise
  • He gets home, sneaks through the apartment, and gets into their bedroom…. and is shocked when he sees her
  • Immediately he wakes her up and asks what the hell is going on
  • She’s frantic and embarrassed and has no idea how to explain, but she does
  • They argue
  • He confirms that he would have stayed if she had just told him, but she says that exactly why she didn’t
  • She didn’t want him to pass up this opportunity he was so excited about
  • And it’s too late for him to back out now
  • MC also admits that the RFA knew
  • He’s furious, but Yoosung acting weird and avoiding him suddenly makes sense
  • Zen, of course, spends the next two weeks catching up on everything, feeling the baby, and doting on his beloved wife
  • He’s angry that there’s a high chance of him not being around for the birth, though, given the due date
  • He doesn’t post anything on social media, either, because he doesn’t want to anyone to notice how sudden this is
  • He says he’ll post updates only after the baby is born
  • When Zen finally has to leave, he’s super unhappy, but MC assures him that she’ll hold down the fort and let him know if anything else happens
  • Once Zen is back on set, he talks to his bosses and works out with them being able to go home for the week that the baby is due
  • Of course, MC goes into labor just hours before his flight lands - He meets her at the hospital, and once the baby is born, he takes a picture of MC holding the baby and posts it
  • His fans explode, but like, 75% are happy for him (the other 25% are just envious of MC and wish they were in her place)
  • And while he has to go back on set only a week later, she constantly sends him pictures, which he then posts and/or shows off to all his cast mates
  • When he finally gets home, he just dotes on their little boy, the pictures online increase, and he just shows him off whenever he can
  • Although the little one turns out to be remarkably shy ☺️
  • Like, Zen brings him to a meet and greet with his fans, and the one to two year old whines and buries his face into his daddy’s chest because all these women are big, scary, and unfamiliar to him  

Jumin

  • Within a year of being married, Chairman Han needs Jumin to go overseas and oversee the opening of a new branch office
  • He doesn’t like leaving his bride and beloved cat at home, but he does so because he must
  • Besides that, he trusts MC to take his place and run his division until she gets back
  • Of course, MC finds out days after Jumin left that she’s carrying his baby
  • She arranges to stay in the apartment as much as possible in her later pregnancy, not telling the RFA and definitely making sure that the media doesn’t find out
  • Of course, MC gets hella antsy by herself, so she tries to stay active, she has staff that know, and they have all signed a contract to keep it a secret (breach of said contract would result in immediate termination and legal action)
  • She arranges for doctors to come to her, and the Chairman only finds out because he comes to visit her one day and she’s starting to show
  • After she explains things, including how she didn’t want Jumin to worry or not focus on his job, Mr. Chairman apologizes to her for putting her in this position, but thanks her for being so considerate
  • He also agrees to keep the secret
  • When Jumin returns to Korea at long last, Mr. Chairman and MC are waiting for him at the airport… with his three month old son
  • He’s shocked and confused, and of course they apologize for keeping this from him, but he immediately hugs MC and takes the baby in his arms
  • He also promises to “punish” MC a little for keeping this from him
  • When the RFA find out, they flip they’re collective shit
  • It’s amazing

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung’s is the hardest
  • He had to leave on a mission, he had no idea how long he’d be gone
  • All he could do was promise to come home to her as fast as possible - MC merely kissed him goodbye
  • Two weeks later, MC found out
  • She was very open about the whole thing, but there was no word from Saeyoung
  • He had no idea because he was so deep into work he couldn’t even get on his phone and contact her
  • In the Messenger, MC posted pictures of the ultrasounds, some of the maternity clothes she bought
  • Jumin helped her find the best doctors
  • Jaehee would take her shopping and make sure she was eating right
  • Yoosung helped her learn more about babies by studying baby books with her (and also being subsequently horrified and disgusted by some of the things that would happen during the pregnancy)
  • Zen… well, Zen was pretty useless, but at least he made her laugh while she was lonely (and after they hung out over lunch, they almost started a scandal by accident)
  • When the baby was three or four months old, MC went to the park with the baby, just for a walk and some fresh air
  • “As much as I love you’re daddy, you can’t be too much like him, okay? You need sunshine! ^^”
  • When she gets home, MC finds Saeyoung sitting on the floor, surrounded by the baby’s things, crying
  • She immediately pulls him into a hug and he begs her forgiveness for leaving her when she was pregnant
  • MC forgives him easily, holds him as he cries, and introduces him to his little girl
  • First thing their daughter does upon seeing Saeyoung is grab his hair (which hasn’t been cut since MC last saw him) and pulls while giggling
  • When he realizes the baby has his hair, he starts blubbering and laughing and the same time
  • That night, he stays up the whole time, reading all the messages from the last year and watching over their daughter in her crib
  • After that, he holds their baby as much as possible, cuddles her, and coos
  • He even suggests they do a ton of family outings (i.e. park, amusement park, waterpark), some of which MC vetoes because the baby is too young

V

  • After getting his sight back, V wanted to go travel the world for a little while and create his next exhibit
  • MC sends him off with her blessing
  • He promises to keep in touch, and kisses her goodbye
  • When she finds out, she just carries on
  • She doesn’t really tell anyone or make a fuss, and since she only talks with V over the phone, he doesn’t see her growing
  • When he finally returns home, an engagement ring in his pocket for her, he discovers her holding a child
  • Immediately he’s wracked with guilt, but she assures him that it’s fine 
  • She just hands him the baby and tells him as long as he’s there for their children, everything is fine
  • When he realizes she said children, she goes into the other room and pulls out their other baby
  • Now he feels twice as bad, because she had twins alone, but their son and daughter are happy and healthy, so she tells him it’s fine
  • V proposes to her a few days later, showing her the ring he bought overseas
  • She, of course, accepts
  • The next two exhibitions he makes are focusing on her and their children respectively

Saeran

  • Actually…. I lied Saeran’s is the hardest
  • MC told him she was pregnant
  • He didn’t take it well
  • He didn’t take as badly as she thought, but he was super terrified and didn’t think he was up to the task
  • So he ran away
  • Yeah, he left MC alone to give birth to and raise their child
  • He didn’t say anything before he left, just disappeared into the night the day he found out and… she didn’t hear from him again
  • Truth be told, he left because he wanted to insure their child’s future and safety, and the best way to do that was to remove any major threats against them
  • Also, he left because he needed to get better and be in a place where he could be a father to this child
  • Of course, when he returned things weren’t exactly… easy.
  • He wasn’t welcomed back with open arms.
  • His brother and the RFA all but shunned him, and MC refused to talk to him or let him see the baby
  • The only reason Saeran got to see the baby and prove he was ready to be there and be a father and make up for leaving was MC had to go to work and Saeyoung was her emergency baby sitter
  • And Saeran was staying with Saeyoung at the time, and Saeyoung had an emergency he suddenly had to take care of, so he ended up leaving the baby alone with him
  • Saeran did his best, got out the teething toys when the baby started crying, and kept the baby as calm as possible until Saeyoung could come back
  • Truth be told, Saeyoung recorded the whole thing so that when MC showed up to pick up the baby, he could show that Saeran deserved a chance to make it up to her
  • A few emergency babysitting sessions later and MC allowed Saeran into their babies life
  • Eventually, he wins MC back

Imagine

The marauders met way before their Hogwarts years. Remus wasn’t even a werewolf yet. They were about 4 and all of them were taken to Diagon Alley by their parents for different reasons but ended up meeting at Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour.

Walburga Black let Sirius play with little James Potter as she caught up with a very polite and pure blooded Euphemia Potter. Sirius was just standing very still as he watched James bounce all over the place, letting his ice cream drip to the ground, as he excitedly told Sirius a story that sounded everything but real.

Then, they heard the bell from the door and a lady walked in with small chubby kid holding on tightly to her mother’s hand, half hiding behind her as he chose what ice cream he wanted to eat. James watched the boy curiously and walked over to him. “The chocolate frog with popping caramel is really good.” He told the boy over his shoulder getting a jump out of him. Little Peter Pettigrew looked over at James Potter and smiled before asking his mother for the chocolate frog flavoured ice cream with popping caramel.

Peter’s mother let him chat with the young Potter and Black, just glad to see her son talk with other kids his age for once. He looked happy too.

Then a man walked inside the shop, carrying his son who was wildly trying to explain his father why he really needed a wand like… right now. Lyall Lupin chuckled and put Remus down so he could pick his ice cream flavour. Remus looked up at his father and was trying to bargain a “Alright if I don’t get a wand, at least I can get two flavours” kind of deal when he gained the attention of a curious Sirius Black. And once Remus made it and was patiently waiting for his two scoops, Sirius elbowed James and Peter and walked over to him. he just had to meet the boy who got his father to get him two scoops of ice cream. I mean, two scoops! And it was almost dinner time! 

After that parents started calling their respective kids to go on with their affairs and the boys wouldn’t meet again for years. 

This was supposed to go to @jilylicious​ ask box as a small happy headcanon but it just got out of hand. Oops.

xovvo  asked:

I very much want chickens, but something I don't know is how to tell when a chook is enjoying something vs tolerating something vs quietly seething and waiting to take revenge

one of the great things about chickens is that they don’t seethe (quietly or otherwise) or take revenge - they just don’t have much of a concept of either of those things. for the most part, if a chicken doesn’t like something, it will tell you right away by yelling, struggling, or both.

for example, if a chicken doesn’t like being held, it will yell and struggle when you pick it up. it may scratch you or even peck you in the process, depending on how unhappy it is. if you can manage to keep ahold of it until it realizes you aren’t letting go, it will probably quiet down and tolerate being held. if it isn’t too distressed, it might realize “hey, i’m not dying, this isn’t so bad,” and calm down and enjoy some nice neck skritches (or even fall asleep in your arms, my hen does that once she’s done kicking me with her sharp feet).

as for chicken body language, i kind of read it subconsciously so i’m not sure how to explain it very well, but i’ll do my best!

  • a happy, relaxed chicken who is enjoying skritches, a dustbath, a sunbath, or just a nice hangout, will often blink their eyes slowly and sort of squinch their eyelids. this video is a good example of this behavior: x
  • if a healthy chicken is voluntarily lying on their side, that means they feel extremely calm and secure. example: x
  • in this video (x), my pullet dynamite is drowsing while i pet her head. i’m not restraining her; she sat down on my stomach because she wanted to, and she is free to go anytime. the first time i touch her ear, she shakes her head because it tickles. the second time, she starts to get annoyed with me. you can see how she wakes up, moves around, and rejects my attempts to continue to pet her. right after i stopped filming, she stood up and left. also notice how she opens her eyes all the way, indicating that she’s no longer all blissed-out and snoozy
  • in this video (x), the pullets are anxious and on-edge because they spotted a potential “predator” (in this case it was probably a crow or an airplane they saw out the window). notice the jerky movements and the outstretched necks. this is the body language of a moderately agitated chicken
    • if a flock of chickens are scared of something, you WILL hear about it. the call that they’re making in the video is a typical alarm call and it’s quite loud. chickens may stay quiet if they’re hiding from a hawk, but otherwise, they make a big fuss about a predator or a potential predator
  • in this video (x), the pullet doesn’t like being held and she’s telling us about it, but she’s not unduly distressed. she’s not enjoying being restrained in midair and she would prefer to be set down, thank you very much
  • hens are quiet when they’re happy, for the most part. if they’re yelling, they’re worked up about something. the thing they’re worked up about may or may not be serious. hens also make a big racket after laying an egg
  • chicks peep and trill all the time, sometimes even in their sleep. if they start peeping very shrilly and loudly, it means something’s wrong. they might be cold, or hungry, or one of them might have wandered away from the others and can’t find its way back. if chicks are shrieking, you should check on them asap
  • roosters crow, and talk to their hens. they have a special call that they use to tell the hens they’ve found food. i don’t have a ton of experience with roosters, so you’d be better off asking someone else about them

it looks like i just spent an hour or so hyperfocusing on this so i’ll wrap it up since it’s getting kind of long. i hope it helps at least a little bit!

i’m still quite new to chicken keeping, so more experienced chicken keepers feel free to add on!

Harry Hook x Uma Headcanons

+ Harry and Uma know each other since they’re very young. So, they are best friends 

+ No one knows that, but the reason that Harry’s hair is always messy is because Uma loves to pet his hair when they’re alone

+ Harry falls asleep almost every time she does that ‘cause “It’s just so good!” - according to him

+ Uma thinks he’s cute when he’s sleeping, but if you ask her, she will deny it

+ Guess who’s the one who pass too much time in front of the mirror getting ready? Not Uma, but, yes, Harry

+ “It’s the eyeliner.” - according to Uma

+ Harry loves to play with Uma’s hair

+ She lets him do it ‘cause she likes to see him happy

+ Harry loves to hear Uma singing, and he asks her to sing for him when they are alone

+ She always says yes

+ Uma can’t hurt his feelings. Like… She just can’t.

+ Harry is always the last person that stays in Ursula’s Fish & Chips, ‘cause he likes to be alone with Uma

+ Everyday Sometimes, he even goes upstairs with her and they pass hours talking and kissing in her room 

+ Ursula never caught them, but they are careful anyways

+ And sometimes Uma thinks it’s too late and she lets Harry sleep in her bed with her

+ She might have hugged him once or twice while she was asleep 

+ Oohh, it was a lot more than “once or twice” but Harry is not allowed to talk about it

+ But sometimes Harry hugs her too 

+ Purposely

+ Uma hates how she feels relaxed when he does it

+ But she really kinda likes it

+ They love each other. Yes, they already said that out loud

+ Harry does more often. Uma still finds it difficult to say

+ And he couldn’t care less

+ When she kisses him, he knows she feels the same

Originally posted by auliicraval

allura + the og paladins bc you’re all right we don’t appreciate her enough

  • we saw that zarkon got her a birth gift but so did the other paladins. trigel got her a book of myths of her people (bc “we all hope she learns from anyone but you, alfor”). blaytz got her a ceremonial dagger (“zarkon and i coordinated our gifts, as you can see” “please get out of my castle you are no longer welcome on altea” “….are you joking i can never tell when youre joking” ). gyrgan is the only one that got an age appropriate gift (a beautiful blanket woven by his top artists).
    • her parents do let allura keep the dagger though, and when she’s old enough blaytz teaches her how to use it correctly
    • for one of her birthdays someone gets her a cape so she could match w/ her dad and honestly she wore it every single day for like two years
    • tbh the ogs brought gifts for her all the time! like souvenirs from new and exciting planets and Space Rocks
  • since alfor is the only Dad (i’m assuming) the paladins all sort of silently agree to look out for his reckless ass but also alfor being Who He Is As A Person means that he’s the one that’s always there with those near death experiences
    • after allura’s mom dies alfor is both Incredibly Reckless in his grief and overly cautious because he does not want to leave allura an orphan at such a young age and holy shit does he frustrate everyone around him (and himself)
  • its rare that one of them got to babysit allura but it did happen. she was a very curious child who asked a lot of questions and also kind of adventurous and definitely a handful even for a paladin of voltron
    • allura: can i take a ride in your lion
      gyrgan: no your dad might kill me
      allura, with puppy dog eyes: pwease
      gyrgan: …….just a quick jaunt around the system
    • three hours later they come back and altea is ready 2 go to war to find their princess and gyrgan gets chewed out by alfor (angry alfor is Scary)
    • zarkon is fucking terrible with children he loses allura for five whole hours and enlists coran to help him find her before alfor comes back
  • gyrgan most definitely carried her on his shoulders. it was adorable. alfor tried but accidentally hit allura’s head against a low beam. it was a sad day on altea.
  • allura and her lesbian Big sister trigel rb if u agree
    • there was probably a special term for lesbian in trigel’s language that she’s happy to share with allura
    • there was definitely a scheduled Girl Time between the two of them after allura lost her mom and trigel most definitely let her (discretely) pilot the green lion at least once
  • alfor…hid when things got bad between him and zarkon but allura grew up with all the war stories about alfor’s younger days and how the paladins went from just allies to friends
  • if coran was like a second father to her then the other paladins were all the weird extended family that you spend a weekend with once every five years and the visit ends with you in the hospital
  • blaytz was That guy that always mussed up her hair as a way of greeting and allura always giggled it was Sweet
  • Listen allura grew up wanting nothing more than to be a paladin of voltron and the ogs all supported her! they knew she was a good kid who was going to make a great queen and an amazing paladin, given the chance
  • allura gave the ogs Dirt on alfor from time to time and general gossip they were like family okay
Right Under Their Noses

This was a request for @omg-gilliankazoo-me made.. a while ago.. Sorry it took so long and also ended up being longer then intended… Anyway enjoy!


Dick was more than a little conflicted. The woman that held hands with his adoptive father seemed nice enough, but a beautiful face had become a problem on multiple different occasions.  

His eyes scanned around the cabin of Bruce’s private plane and he could feel his foot start to tap with a nervous edge, if she wanted, this would be the perfect place to pull the rug out from under them and reveal herself to be the mastermind she was. Granted his paranoid thoughts were brought on by history rather than by any actions that she had taken, but one could never be too careful.

“Don’t stare too hard or she’s going to know somethings up,” his brother Tim stated as he typed away on his laptop.

“There’s not much else to stare at, we haven’t even taken off yet,” Dick whispered back slightly annoyed. “Have you found anything yet?”

“No,” Tim says solemnly. “No bombs, no tracking signals, no guns.”

“It’s almost like she’s just Bruce’s girlfriend,” a harsh voice comments.

Dick’s blue eyes shift to meet his other brother, Jason, who hadn’t even bothered to move his eyes from the window to acknowledge Dick’s presence.

“And how many times have they just been his girlfriend?” Dick questions tersely.

Jason rolls his eyes in consent but adds, “the kid seems to be all right with her.”

Dick’s gaze slides back over to where Bruce and the woman were sitting and met green eyes glaring at him from in between the seats. Dick had to admit that it was strange for Damian to have taken a liking to anyone, and he was surprised how quickly his youngest brother had formed an attachment to the woman.

“That makes it even worse, what if she’s mind controlled them somehow?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Tim adds.

Jason’s eyes left the window to look at the concern laced in his older brother’s eyes. He shifted his gaze to the woman and Bruce. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t agree with Dick that the woman had Bruce under some sort of mind control or was manipulating him and the kid for her own gain. She looked at him with just as much admiration that he gave her.

“Whatever,” he mumbles casting his gaze back to the tarmac.

“The plane is clean,” Tim pipes up.

“She must be planning something for when we land,” Dick mumbles.

“A kidnapping maybe?” Tim muses. “Maybe we should try and subdue her now. She wouldn’t be able to take on the five of us.”

“I’m not helping you idiots,” Jason adds his eyelids falling shut.

“Four of us,” Tim corrects.

“Bruce wouldn’t help us either and Damian probably won’t.”

“Two of us, those aren’t very good odds.”

“When we land we just need to get her alone, then we can strike and find out what her plan is.”

“I would like to posit one last time that she’s probably a normal woman.”

Tim and Dick roll their eyes at Jason.

“Why are you even here?” Dick questions. “I didn’t think that you would have actually wanted to come on vacation with us.”

“She invited me,” Jason responds with a shrug, “and that invitation came with a promise of my own room at the opposite end of the hotel, so the only time I have to spend with you losers is on the plane ride here and back.”

“She got to you too,” Dick mutters, arms crossing over his chest indignantly.

There were a few moments of silence before that door to the private plane finally shut and one of two stewardesses came to give safety instructions. Not to long after the plane was in the air, Dick searched his carry-on bag for any inflight entertainment.

‘Shit’ he thought when he opened the bag and realized that the only thing that he had with him was his half-charged cellphone. Dick slammed his head back onto the headrest, ready to spend the hours long flight in complete boredom.

Twenty minutes later a warm hand slipped onto Dicks shoulder, catching his attention. He felt his cheeks warm when his gazed met the ruby red lipped smile of the stewardess.

“I was asked to give this to you,” she said politely. The woman slipped a tablet into his hands. “Internet is already to go.”

“Thank you?”

“Oh, it’s no problem, your mother had us prepare them, she was worried that one of you might forget to bring something.”

“She’s not my mother,” Dick states flatly, the butterflies from the pretty stewardess gone. As he turns forward in his seat.

His sudden cold demeanor startled the woman and she almost flinched back from him.

“S-sorry,” she says walking away quickly.

Dick’s eyes find themselves on the woman who had fallen rather silent now as she tapped away on the device she had on her lap. Seemingly able to feel his eyes on her she looked at him and flashed him a small smile. Dick quickly cut his eyes away from the woman, afraid that if he looked at her he would find himself smiling back at her.

***

“Are Dick and Tim mad at me?” you ask softly. Bruce’s blue orbs slide worriedly over to meet yours and the and on your waist, gives you a reassuring squeeze and uses the other to hit the button to call the elevator.

“Not that I know of, why?”

“On the plane,” you start, “it seemed like they weren’t happy to be there, and since I’m the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring them I thought that maybe that they were a little angry.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Bruce says with a smile.

“Maybe we should have spent more time together back at home rather than just up and bringing them on a vacation,” you muse as the elevator doors close and the compartment starts to go up the shaft. “We’ve been dating for almost a year, but they don’t really know me, I imagine it’s uncomfortable being on a trip with a stranger.”

The elevator open to the top floor, the floor that Bruce had rented for the duration of your vacation.

“Maybe,” he says after thinking on it for some time.

The suite that you, Bruce and Damian would be staying was located at the end of the hall. Each of the boys had all already gone to their rooms, seemingly finding being in your and Bruce’s presence for a few extra minutes while you finished checking in simply unbearable.

You hadn’t let Bruce know, but he’d already figured out the fact that the boys weren’t comfortable around you nagged at the back of your mind. When you first got serious about your relationship with Bruce, he’d told you what to expect with his children, that they all had their guards up in one way or another, but you hadn’t expected them to hold you at arm’s length the way they did, to not even try to get to know you.

You entered the large penthouse suite and felt your heart flutter slightly at the size of it all. You still weren’t used to the lavishness of which Bruce lived, and he was very nonchalant about it all.

“We could have fit everyone in here,” you comment as you wander around the suite, admiring the cream-colored walls and cool black marble of the floor.

“No one wants to spend vacation in the room with their parents,” he says absently.

You feel a blush run over your cheeks but you don’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door, Bruce being closest opens the door and reveals a bell hop and a maid.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, we’ve brought your luggage, and can put it all away for you if you would like.”

“Sure,” he says with the smile and moves aside to let both in.

The maid and the bell hop come inside with the first of your bags and greet you with a smile when they see you.

“Which bedroom?” she questions you.

“Um, the Master Bedroom I guess,” you say awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having someone trifle through your things.

Noticing your nerves, Bruce smiles, “Why don’t you explore the hotel, I’ll make sure everything gets set up properly.”

“Okay,” you say with a relieved smile.

One of the bedroom doors opens and reveals the youngest Wayne.

“Have they brought the bags up yet?” Damian asks.

“Just now,” you smile, “Why don’t you come explore the hotel with me while we wait for them to unpack everything?”

Damian’s green eyes blink at you for a moment before he nods his head in agreement.

“It would be best to scout out our surroundings in a foreign place.”

You toss a raised eyebrow at Bruce who shakes his head slightly embarrassed.

“Come on then,” you say with a smile.

 

“I’m telling you she’s up to something,” Dick says angrily.

“So, she just had Bruce fly us all to the Bahamas, rent out the top floor of an extremely popular hotel and gave us our own separate rooms, that we asked for by the way, so that she could what? Relax us to death?” Jason quips.

“It’s not like bad guys have never had overly complicated plans before,” Tim adds.

“I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be happy the Bruce has found a normal woman for once and let them be.”

“Because nothing that happens to him is ever normal, Jason!” Dicks says exasperatedly. “Who does he talk to outside of us or the league? No one. He goes to work in the morning as Bruce Wayne, he comes home at Night and is the Batman, there’s no in between, no down time. Then ten months ago, this woman just shows up and they’re dating and he gives her a job at the company?”

“It’s not like he’s never dated before or given someone a job,” Jason states with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but all of them had a history,” Tim adds in as he pulls his laptop from his bag.

“What?”

“She’s a ghost Jason, no past, no present, and if we have anything to say about it, no future.”

“Not even a fake I.D.?” Jason asks standing behind Tim has he watches him pull up the woman’s file on the screen.

“Just a name and a birthdate,” Tim says solemnly.

“Bruce would know all of this then,” Jason states, “Why wouldn’t he tell us at least so we could be on our guard.”

“Blackmail, maybe she has something over him.”

“You do know we are talking about Batman, right?”

“Like I said earlier, brainwashing” Dicks says.

“The kid too?” Jason questions.

“It would explain why he warmed up to her so fast.”

“Guys,” Dick states looking at his brothers, “We’ve got to break whatever hold she’s got on them and fast before she carries out whatever her plan is. Then when they’re free we put her in jail just like we do with all of the other bad guys.”

“Shouldn’t we question her? Figure out what it is she actually wants?”

“Yeah, I mean that was part of the arrest her thing, but I figured that was implied.”

There was an awkward silence as the boys looked at each other.

“Hey guys,” a voice called from the door a long with a knock.

Dick went to open the door and found the woman there standing with Damian looking expectantly at him.

“We were going to go explore the hotel, any of you want to come?” She asked with a wide smile. Her tone seemed happy, and the crinkle of the skin around her eyes made the question seem genuine, but Dick couldn’t help but think of all of the women who’d come before and how real they seemed.

“We are actually on our way back to our rooms, jet leg,” he said curtly. He felt his heart stir slightly when the smile dropped off her face in disappointment and squashed it down inside of him.

Damian looked at him skeptically with a raised eyebrow and a questioning cock of his head, “So weak that you couldn’t handle a quick flight Grayson? We didn’t even change time zones.”

“Yeah well, this was short notice and I didn’t sleep well on the plane,” Dick adverted his eyes from the pair and though he could tell that he was being absurdly childish, he couldn’t stop his annoyed tone.

“All right then,” she said with a nice tone and a pleasant smile but none of the warmth reached her eyes. “It’s just me and Damian then.”

Dick watched as the pair walked down to the hall toward the elevator and then closed the door behind him.

“You could stop being such an asshole to her, if she’s this evil genius you claim she is, you’re going to let her know that you are on to her.” Jason comments from the bed looking over the files on Tim’s laptop.

“I can’t help it.” Dick says plopping down on one of the chairs close to the bed, “it just comes out when I talk to her.”

“We should get some data on her,” Tim says only half listening to the conversation as he fiddled with a small camera that he pulled out of his backpack. “We don’t know anything about her and fighting blindly isn’t smart, we should follow her while she’s walking around the resort.”

Jason and Dick lock eyes with each other and nod in agreement.

“Let’s go do some recon then.”

*** 

It wasn’t hard to tell that the boys were following you. You’d caught Jason’s eye not too long after you entered the dining room and you’d probably would have shrugged him off if he had broken eye contact with you like he normally does, instead his overly friendly gaze caused you to be more aware of your surroundings. After that your keen eyes caught sight of Tim at a corner table in the hotels dining room enjoying whatever food was placed in front of him rather inconspicuously. As you and Damian moved to check out the gift shop, you’d spotted Dick halfheartedly flirting with the bartender not too far away from the store.

“What do you think?” Damian questioned as he turned to show you the pair of sun glasses that he had slipped on.

“Very practical,” you answered absentmindedly after glassing at the wide black frames on the small boy’s head.

Noticing your lack of attention, he turned to gaze at his brother who was pretending to be flattered by the bartender’s attention.

“They think you’re some kind of evil mastermind,” he comments nonchalantly as he placed the frames back on the stand, deciding he didn’t like the feel of the cheap plastic.

“They said that?” you ask worriedly.

“More or less,” he said with a shrug, “I read their lips on the plane, they thought you were going to try and kidnap us, I’m sure they still have the same concerns.”

“Why would they think that?”

“Father doesn’t have the very best taste in women. And besides they aren’t completely wrong about you, are they?”

You meet the green eyes of the small boy and roll yours with a sight, “I’m not saying they don’t have a need to be wary I just thought that your father would have told them about me already.”

“We aren’t exactly open with our secrets,” he says fiddling with a beige pair of glasses that caught his eyes. “How would you tell them that your significant other is a former assassin and is not going to try and kill you.”

“No wonder they hate me so much,” you say with a sigh. “I specifically asked Bruce if they knew about me.”

“That’s a question open to several interpretative answers,” Damian said looking at himself in the shop mirror before shaking his head and placing the pair of glasses back.

“I’ll be back,” you mumble.

“Hey, how much are these?” Damian asks the shop owner who rolls his large weary eyes at the demanding boy.

“They’re imported,” he responds gruffly, “So they cost more, than the others.

The boy waves you away with a hand as he continues to pursue the selection of the shop.

Making your way over to the bar where Dick sat you take a seat next to him.

“So, are you here with your family?” asks the brunette bartender asks Dick ignoring your presence.

“Yes,” he says abstinently as he sharp blue eyes meet yours skeptically.

“Can I have a beer please?” you ask sweetly trying to get her attention.

“Yeah, sure,” she says not meeting your gaze. “How long are you here for?”

“Oh, only a week,” you say interrupting, “I would have planned for longer but we have better service back home and I didn’t know how long I could deal with rude bartenders.”

She cuts her amber eyes at you ready with a snarky comment but your words finally register in her mind.

“Oh! Is this your mo-“

“No,” Dick interjects turning his body to face you entirely, “Can you bring me a beer too, please?”

“S-sure.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment but when she comes back with two glasses and two bottles of whatever the house beer was. You push aside the glass and take swig from the bottle and put it back on the bar.

Dick does the same watching you warily.

“We need to talk,” you say watching as he places the bottle down.

“Going to confess?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” you say looking around the room catching the curious eyes of his other brothers who snapped their attention away from you when you caught them staring. “I’m just worried my confession won’t be as devious as you suspect it of being. Kidnapping isn’t a specialty of mine, after all.”

“You were listening?”

“No, but a little bird told me.”

“Damian,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Get your brothers and come to our room after you guys are all done down here,” you say patting him on the shoulder.  “I’ll answer any questions you guys have, okay?”

His blue orbs meet yours and with a sigh he nods his head before taking another swig of his drink.

You smile and pick up your bottle and walk back to the gift shop where you left Damian.

Dick watches with a frown as he watches Damian almost perk up at your return and how he follows you the way a hatchling would follow the mother duck.

“Get anything?” Jason questions as he comes up to Dick’s side Tim coming up behind him.

“Wants us to meet her in Bruce’s room, said that she’d tell us everything.”

“Should we go?”

“I don’t think it’s a trap,” Tim says, “There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly suspicious about the resort, nothing delivered out of the ordinary, normal population, and normal crime rate.”

“So, safe,” Jason says with a shrug. “At least here on the resort. If it’s just her in the room we can take her.”

Dick downs the rest of his drink before standing up, “Let’s go then.”

 ***

Bruce took a sip of his drink as he sat against the couch with crossed legs flipping through the pages of a book that he’d brought with him. Next to him Damian did the same. Their relaxed attitude completely at odds with the tense posture of the boys who sat with you at the small dining table.

The table around you was silent and you bit your lip in hesitation.  You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck nervously and then took a sip of the margarita placed in front of you.

“When Damian was five, I left the League of Assassins,” you state looking in each pair of blue eyes.

You watched as they digested your words and the idea ran through their minds.

“W-what?” Dick speaks up first. He’d certainly suspected that you were who you said you were but he wasn’t expecting you to be so…forthcoming with the information.

“You all enjoy saving people, don’t you?” You question.

The boys don’t say anything just stare at you still stunned.

“Even if you get a little lost on the way,” you say eyes lingering on Jason’s form. “Bruce has instilled in you the want to help people, to protect people. And if you wanted to stop being your ‘other selves’, I’m sure you’d still find ways to help people, because it’s a part of who you are now.”

You swish the drink in your glass around, watching the ice melt slowly, “It was like that for me when I was a part of the league. Except, I couldn’t stop killing people. There wasn’t a moment in my mind when I wasn’t consumed by rage, or the urge to get my next target. That kind of thing wares on a person, even if they don’t realize it.”

“Well, you did, stop I mean,” Tim starts, “Seeing as you’re here now. How did that happen?”

You take a sip of your drink, “I was six when an assassin from the league was hired to kill my parents and they took me as a bonus. I was 13 when Bruce left the League. I never got a chance to meet him or talk with him, but I was old enough to understand that there was a hole that he left there. And that it gave Ra’s al Ghul a rage that we hadn’t really seen before.

“I-we, trained hard. Kids like me were told that we were given a second chance at life at the whim of the League and that we shouldn’t even dare to think about being defiant the way that Bruce had been, and we didn’t, we weren’t. We wanted to do things that made the people who we thought of as our parents happy. If that meant killing an old man or a baby we did it. And it when on like this for years,

“I was 16 when I met Talia for the first time. We were, close, as close as the two of us could be. When she had Damian, I was there. And for the first years of his life I cared for him. She was happy with the arrangement, since mothering never came naturally to Talia, and I got to have a small family that was all my own. When He was four and just climbed his first mountain. Both she and Ra’s were ecstatic about it and I watched as they put him through the same training that I was forced to do. And he progressed fast. Every day I watched him grow and get stronger, harder, deadlier.

“When he was away from me, I worried about what type of danger he was in, what was she teaching him, how was she corrupting him.”

“You loved him,” Dick states watching as the boy’s green eyes flash over to his momentarily.

“I adored him,” you correct with a smile on your face. “And I thought that I would eventually be able to let go like that but I couldn’t. The more attached that I got to Damian the more I realized that I couldn’t stand what I was doing. Killing people didn’t make me happy anymore, it just made me worry for him,

“When I asked Ra’s if I could detach myself from the mission side of the organization he agreed. I was so happy, all I would have to do was one last mission, and I could finally have some sort of peace.”

“What was the mission?” Jason questions.

“Murder a diplomat’s daughter, it was for revenge. The man had crossed the League in some way and I had to take care of it. It was nothing I hadn’t done before, so I thought it would be easy. Of course, it wasn’t. When I snuck into her room and saw that she wasn’t any older than Damian, I couldn’t do it, and so I ran and I never went back

“I travelled for a couple of years’ land made money doing jobs as a mercenary as well as I could eventually Talia came for me and after what was supposed to be a fight to the death ended in a stalemate, she told me that she’d left Damian, in the care of his father and I couldn’t help but want to find him and see what type of heathen’s care she’d left Damian in.”

“And you found Bruce.”

“Exactly, and then I told him my story. He allowed me to work for him and gave me a new name.”

“That can’t be all there is too it, how did you convince him to help you?”

“Damian helped, the rest is private,” you say with a teasing smile on your face causing the faces of the boys to flush in embarrassment and elicit a chuckle from Bruce.

“I can’t tell you everything I’ve done, or who I’ve hurt, I don’t want to go back to that place, but I hope you know I want nothing more than to protect not just Damian, but you guys too,” you end with a warm smile on your face.

“Also,” Bruce interjects, “If she was an evil mastermind you all did a horrible job at letting her know that you were on to her. That whispering you were doing on the plane, absolutely horrible.”

“It was a small space, the sound probably bounced off the walls, we were perfectly stealthy,” Dick rationalizes.

“I told you that you both were being ridiculous,” Jason says pushing himself away from the table, standing up and stretching.

“It’s not like she wasn’t an assassin though, she’s just the good kind,” Tim says with a shrug and then turns his attention to you, “Sorry we thought you were going to kidnap us.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m happy that you all are so proactive. There so much I could teach you all,” you saw swooning slightly, “Non-lethal things of course.”

“Sorry for thinking you were an evil monster,” Dick said sheepishly. “Hopefully we can get to know each other while on vacation.”

“Weeelll,” you start your fingers fidgeting slightly, “Technically I’m the only one on vacation.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly reengaging in the conversation.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to leave Gotham for a week unprotected without a reason, did you?” Bruce interjected.

“So, this,” Dick motioned to the room, “Is part of the mission,”

“If it makes you feel better, I picked out the hotels and the rooms, wanted you to be comfortable when you come back to rest,” you say with a sweet smile.

“Ugh,” the three boys groan in unison.

“Honestly, you all were so distracted you didn’t notice the obvious recon that Ummi and I were doing earlier,” Damian says haughtily.

You flush at the term of endearment, but only Bruce seems to notice as he glances over at you with a smile.

“What recon?” Tim questions skeptically, glancing between the two of you.

“The man at the gift shop is a smuggler,” you say matter of factly, “We believe that he is smuggling ingredients into the island for Scarecrow and a new fear toxin he’s working on.”

“What?!” They question.

“And the woman who was working the bar, is the daughter of one of the chemists act the facility,” Damian said bringing up an image on his phone showing the bartender hugging a woman in a lab coat.

“Why, didn’t you say anything?” Tim questioned Bruce.

“A house divided can’t stand,” Bruce said simply, “You all were so worried about what she might do you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. There is already a chance that some of us may accidently get exposed to the toxin, so I brought you as back up. But having you distracted by the fear that you all built up would have made the situation almost impossible to navigate.”

The boys look away slightly ashamed.

“Well then,” you say finishing off your drink. “You boys better get ready, the suns about to set and the quicker you wrap this up the quicker we can have an actual vacation.”

Dick looks at you with a smirk, “Let’s get started then.”