The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.
Rain, ocean waves, cooking timer winding, crickets, howling at the moon, frogs chirping and croaking, baby laugh, whistling of a kettle, loons, water calmly hitting the side of a boat, seagulls cry, someone getting settled under the covers.
Roaring fire and/or crackling fire, cicadas in the summertime, shifting sands, clicking from high heels or dance shoes, sounds of a crowded place, cat purr, wine/champagne cork being popped open, heartbeat.
The buzzing of bees, turning of a page, sip of tea, crunching of leaves, typing, clicking of a pen, brushing their teeth, dishwasher or laundry machine running, a writing utensil scratching on a piece of paper, woodpecker.
Love dove coos, pizzicato, sound of a kiss, a whisper, a music box tune, opening of a letter, pop of opening lipstick or chapstick, tiptoeing, fluffing of a pillow, rosining a bow.
Boiling water, clothes ripping, the sound of locking or unlocking something, heavy breathing, creaking of a door, splashing, roaring from a waterfall or rapids, coffee grinder or maker, “shh”, silence.
A match lighting, chanting, bells ringing, galloping, fizzling of a sparkler, popping or crackling of a candle, bouncing of a ball, someone steadily running, flags flapping in the wind, a jet engine about to take off, sound of swooshing as something just misses your head, a train horn off in the distance.
Various sounds from cobblestone, treading through the snow, opening of a briefcase, paper shredder, rocks crumbling or falling, picking fruit or leaf off a plant, ATM dispensing money, tick of a clock, echoes.
The sound of breathing when underwater, Tibetan bowl, drums, white noise, someone taking in a deep breath, chimes, something being fast-forwarded or rewind, static, needle on vinyl.
Running water like a creek, river, shower, waterfall, or fountain, light snoring or heavy sleep breathing, popping of popcorn, bubbling of a fish tank, zipping of a sleeping bag, fog horn, piano keys.
Let’s hear it for the bees! (Let’s give the bees a ha-aa-aa-aaand!)
Spring is (supposedly) on its way, so we want to send a little love and appreciation to all the bees out there, making our everyday possible. Join us in celebrating these 8 reasons to celebrate our tiny, but mighty friends.
1. Bees make our surroundings beeee-autiful. In addition to pollinating our crops, bees are responsible for pollinating all of the things that make spring sing. And they’re no novices - they’ve been producing honey from flowering trees (fruit trees, nut trees, and bee-yond) for 10-20 million years! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
2. Bees are social insects. Honey bees live together in large, well-organized family groups and engage in a variety of complex tasks not practiced by solitary insects. Communication, complex nest construction, environmental control, defense, and division of the labor are just some of the behaviors that honey bees have developed to exist successfully in social colonies. And they are not the least bit lazy: one single bee colony can pollinate 300 million flowers each day. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
3. Bees are above words. They communicate through ‘dance’ and pheromones. By performing what’s referred to as the ‘waggle dance’, bees can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations. From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson
4. Bees make great wingmen. Bees are very busy little matchmakers. The bees’ side of the whole “birds and the bees” business is to help plants find mates and reproduce. Today, around 170,000 plant species receive pollination services from more than 200,000 pollinator species, a good many of which are bees! In return, flowering plants are an abundant and diverse food source for pollinators. For instance, fossil records suggest that bees may have evolved from wasps that gave up hunting after they acquired a taste for nectar. From the TED-Ed Lesson How bees help plants have sex - Fernanda S. Valdovinos
5.Bees put food on our tables. Bees pollinate our crops on an industrial scale, generating over one-third of U.S. food production. Their work alone has contributed an estimated $15-20 billion of value to the U.S. agricultural business. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
6. Bees can totally pack up a car better than you. Honeybees are some of nature’s finest mathematicians. Not only can they calculate angles and comprehend the roundness of the earth, these smart insects build and live in one of the most mathematically efficient architectural designs around: the beehive. Charles Darwin himself wrote that the honeycomb is a masterpiece of engineering. It is “absolutely perfect in economizing labor and wax.” From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson
7. Bees are hooked on coffee, too. When bees pollinate coffee plants, they consume low doses of caffeine from the coffee flower nectar, which means that bees are **BUZZZZZING** from a caffeine high just like us, AND helping us to get our coffee fix on the daily! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
8. Honeybees are disappearing at astonishing rates. Not to be a **buzzkill**, but here’s a not-so-fun fact. In the past decade, the U.S. honeybee population has been decreasing at an alarming and unprecedented rate. Bee mortality rates in commercial production have more than doubled in the last decade, and in 2015, 40% of bee colonies were reported lost in just a single year. There are a variety of factors causing Colony Collapse Disorder, and scientists everywhere are working to prevent further loss of bees. Keep reading to see how you can help. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce
summary : there’s a little bookstore on the corner of a street in manhattan, and when peter parker gets a job there he’s not really expecting to fall head over heels for the cashier in charge — you. just your typical bookstore au, where peter isn’t spider-man.
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author’s note : i love this so much i’m nUTTING this is literally my pride and joy i’m gonna weep okay i know it’s long but literally my favorite thing ever okay i love you
gif credit :@hllands (sorry for not including it before, was not aware you made it and i did not mean to discredit you work in any way)
A piece of white copy paper, written on in bold red ink and stuck to the front of the antiquated bookshop’s front door, is gleaming in the streams of sunlight that beat down upon it as Peter Parker makes his way down the busy street. He’s not usually one to spend much time in the city itself, only because of the unruly train schedule and the way that May worries herself if Peter isn’t home at precisely the time he said he would be. With the trains, you can never be positive that you’ll be getting to where you need to be in the estimated amount of time it says on the google, so he tries to never linger in Manhattan for longer than he has to.
However, it’s a Saturday, and he’s trying to figure out who will hire him despite his somewhat young age of only fifteen and his minimal work experience- which is to say, no work experience. He’s not even sure how jobs work, to be quite honest, but he needs to start pulling his weight around the house even if May insists that she’s doing just fine on her own. He sees her stress about the bills nearly every week, sitting at the kitchen table with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose and her glasses slipping down her face as she punches numbers into a calculator with the other hand. He sees the little exasperated sighs and the worry lines that she’s far too young to have and so Peter decides that he’s going to get a proper part time job in order to help her out.
It’s the least he can do; she’s taken him into her little apartment and treated him the way a mother would a son. She pretty much was his mother. And if he had to get a job to repay her for everything she does for him, he would do so without complaints. Which led him here, standing in front of the little bookshop on the corner that seemed to be empty save for someone sitting atop the counter beside the register, from what he could see as he peers into the dusty, sun streaked window.
The aforementioned piece of paper that’s been strategically placed smack in the middle of the front door- you can’t miss it if you’re trying to enter the shop- has the words NOW HIRING: INQUIRE WITHIN scrawled on it in letters to bold to be ignored. Peter pretty much has to walk in, the quaint little store is calling to him and he turned down this particular street for a reason. He believes in the whole everything happens for a reason type of ideal, the coincidences and the little things in life that were such blatant, blaring signs that Peter would be a complete moron not to listen to them. So, he sweeps his gaze over the sign one final time and then pushes the door open, the tiny bell atop the door jingling in a quiet but melodious way as he enters. He shuts the door softly behind him, then takes a long look across the stores.
There are books stacked in irregular ways next to shelves and on windowsills and next to the front door. The ones placed among the main window like an enticing display are anachronistic, perfectly classic; weathered and yellowed from their ripe old age and collecting dust like there’s no tomorrow. Peter supposes that might be part of the charm of the store; to make everything look old so that the hipsters flock to it, bees to honey or birds to breadcrumbs. But really, it’s the emptiest store he’s ever been in aside from his nearest CVS Pharmacy at eleven o’clock at night to pick up gummy bears for May when she was craving them that one time last week. He walks further into the store and sweeps his hand along the row of the new releases, the ones he figures people would be the most interested in.
You tilt your head to the left curiously, watching the boy with the nicely side swept hair and the gray sweater examine shelf after shelf, and he’s all careful hands and scrutinizing eyes and he’s pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he reads the back of a novel from the newer shelves and runs his fingers along the smooth spine of it and you have to admit, there’s a quite real possibility that he is, in fact, one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen. Rarer still, he’s pretty much the only undeniably attractive boy to walk into this bookshop; the others were well under the age of twelve and hadn’t come looking for books willingly, they had been dragged in by excited mothers and begrudging older sisters. You shift from your position on the counter, your thumb holding your place in your book as you lean froward to continue examining the brunette whose eyes were glued to the shelves in front of him.
You slide off the counter and your shoes land on the wooden floor with a soft thump that makes Peter’s gaze shoot up in surprise, the description on the back of the novel in his hand forgotten. The book he’s holding drops to the floor as you make your way over to him, weaving through the maze of shelves like you’ve been doing it all your life before coming to stand in front of him.
“I’m supposed to ask if you need help with something,” you explain, brushing your hair out of the way so you can tap on the name tag hanging from your shirt. Y/N. “But you look like you’re fine over here. Unless you do need help…” You trail off a bit, hopeful that he does indeed need your assistance today because no, you don’t really have to ask him if he needs anything, you just kind of want to. Peter nods vigorously, bending down to pick up the book he’s let fall to the floor and shoving it back into place.
“UH- yeah yeah no I need help,” he says quickly, placing his hands into his pockets and thinking to himself yeah Peter, help with your inept social ability is what you need. Damn it. “I’m, um, I’m Par- no, no, I’m Peter Parker, not Parker Peter. That wouldn’t sound right. I keep doing that, sorry,” his face goes red as he grows more and more flustered. You watch him with thinly veiled amusement before grinning and sticking your hand out for him to shake.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Peter Parker, not Parker Peter,” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He releases a little breath, shakes his head at himself, then matches your handshake. You turn toward the shelf he’s been staring at for the past seventeen minutes, and it’s your favorite section: young adult. “So… what’d ya need? I’m kind of an expert around these shelves,” you motion at the books.
Peter tries to ignore the sweaty feeling on his palms where he shook our hand. “Oh, well actually, I saw that you guys were hiring and I- I need, you know, a job thing. I can do whatever,” he adds, eyes widening when he realizes that he needs to sound more qualified than he does. “You know, I like, read and whatnot… I can count money? I know how to put things in alphabetical order…”
“So, uh, basic human skills then?” You tease, raising an eyebrow. He runs a hand through his hair, giving a nervous laugh. All right, so he was pretty fucking cute. You had to give him the job. You’d be mad not to. You pretend to think about this, then you take him by the sleeve of his sweater and lead him to the register as you slip behind the counter. “Kidding. Don’t look so nervous. I’m like the least intimidating person ever.” I beg to differ. Peter’s hands twist the hem of his shirt around. “You’re hired. Fill this out and you can start Monday. I’ll let the boss know.” You hand him an application form and smile at him, his nerves dissipating as quickly as they came when he saw you. Your fingers trace over the cover of your book out of habit, and his eyes follow the cover.
“You sure your boss will be okay with you hiring a kid with no work experience whatsoever and bad social skills?” He asks, grabbing a pen off the cup beside your register as you shrug.
“The boss is my mom so… I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine,” you lift yourself back onto the countertop so you can peer down at him as he begins filling out the application right then and there. “Benjamin. That’s nice. I like it.” You point to where he’s scrawled his middle name in terribly messy handwriting.
“Yeah? Thank you,” he smiles back at you, but it’s soft and it’s sad even though he knows you couldn’t possibly have any inclination as to who he was named after. Swift to change the subject, Peter lets his pen rest against the paper and grabs the book lying next to you on the counter. “The Night Circus. What’s this about? Any good?”
He flips it over so he can read the back of it, the cover a shining black and red that he can’t help but run his hand over because it’s smooth and surprisingly nice to touch. You can’t help the way you light up inside when he asks you about your book. People never took much interest in what you read, and your friends had a habit of teasing you about your intense reading habits since no one else enjoyed it quite as much as you did. “Yeah! Yeah I love it so far, it’s about magicians and stuff but… way more complicated than that. Really good though. It’s right over by where you were looking earlier.” You point in the vague direction, but Peter is aware of what section you’re referring to. “I kind of just grab the books off the shelf sometimes and take ‘em home. My mom doesn’t really notice and there’s not that many people who come in here anyway so I have a big collection at home.”
“That’s awesome!” Peter genuinely grins at you, chin perched in his hand as he hands you back the book. “When you’re done, d’you think I could borrow it? So we can have something to talk about during work. Plus it sounds interesting.” The smile you give him, absolutely radiant, is indescribably beautiful in Peter’s eyes and he watches you disappear for a moment only to return with a shiny, new copy of the book sitting on the counter.
“Mom doesn’t check,” you say again, your face heating up when your fingers brush against his in the exchange of the book. “Gonna warn you, though, I’ll be done by the end of the weekend, so don’t expect me to have the same book come your first day of work.”
Peter opens the first page. “Whatcha gonna be reading on Monday, then?”
You meet his eyes for a split second. Warm, watchful, careful eyes. Eyes that you could definitely see yourself falling for. “I’ll let you know.”
He’s indubitably happy for the rest of the weekend. He bounces his knee whilst on the train ride home, he grins to himself alone in his room as he lies on his back and holds the book above him so he can read by lamplight, and when he sits down to dinner with May he keeps blushing for no apparent reason as he eats boxed macaroni and cheese that May insists she could make from scratch if she really tried.
“You’re awfully happy tonight,” she remarks, taking a bite of the Kraft dinner and surveying her nephew carefully. “Anything special happen today in the city?”
Peter shrugs nonchalantly, trying to play it off as if it were nothing special, but he knows that you’re special, and he’s only known you for maybe an hour and he had forgotten to ask for your number like the clueless idiot he was more often than not. Didn’t matter, though, because he was sure that he could get it on Monday when he headed over at noon. Thank the Gods for summer vacation. “Oh, um, nothing really,” he says, trying, and failing, to contain his excitement. “I just got a job and I met a girl and I like her already and now we work together and we’re gonna talk about books all the time and I’m really excited because I start Monday and she gave me a book and we’re gonna talk about it and I might fall in love with her but I don’t know yet but there’s a very strong possibility of that happening and I’m really really happy right now but that’s it no big deal you know?”
May blinks. Peter often goes off on tangents when he’s overly enthusiastic, or when he’s nervous. But she reaches across the table and squeezes his hand tightly. “Let me know when you’re positive that you’re gonna fall in love with her, because I’d like to stamp my approval on this one. I’m happy for you Peter.” May pauses, then says, “Don’t even think about giving me your paycheck.”
Every morning from Monday on consists of Peter arriving at work with a cup of coffee in his hand, iced coffee because it’s summertime and there’s a Dunkin Donuts on every corner of New York City, promptly at twelve to see you sitting in your usual position with a book in your hand. You read rather quickly, and Peter can hardly catch up with the five books you go through each week, but he tries since he needs to be able to talk to you about something. After sometime, though, you start talking about things other than books. There’s science, and math, art, and school, and your parents and his Uncle Ben, and May, and anything and everything you can think of. But your day always starts the same.
Peter, walking in with his coffee in hand and a lanyard slung around his neck, his little ID picture adorably dorky because he’s half blinking but still smiling. He slides another coffee across the counter toward you- he eventually received your number that same Monday morning he started working there and then texted you asking for your usual order. Sometimes he gets you a donut, too, if you ask him. Then, he starts sorting through the new orders that have just come in, stacking them alphabetically of course (it was one of his special skills, after all) and calls across the store, “Whatcha reading today, Y/N?” And you’ll yell back the answer, typically a different one every two days, as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and marks the title on a list of what he has to read. He refuses to read Game of Thrones, insisting the show was much easier for him to follow. You practically threw a fit when you found out he hadn’t finished the Harry Potter series, so that was at the very top of his list and he came in this particular morning with a copy of the third book sitting in his shoulder bag.
“Morning, Peter,” you call out happily, not looking up from the pages of The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater when the bell overhead the door sings out an announcement of his arrival. You hold out your hand for your drink, and it lands there without hesitation.
“Good morning,” he grins back, pushing up your hand to see the cover of your book properly. “Whatcha reading today?” He looks up at you expectantly, taking a sip of his drink. You place your bookmark in your book and hand it over to him, kicking your feet back and forth. “Should I add this one to the list, too?”
“Yes!” You exclaim, waiting for him to be finished with the first page. “But don’t you dare read anything on it before you read Harry Potter, got it, Parker?” The warning is so playful it makes Peter laugh before he nods, taking his spot behind the register this time. You have to write up the chalkboard signs for outside the store, and it’s been agreed that you have the prettier handwriting out of the two of you. “My mom thinks you’re doing a good job helping me out,” you mention casually after a few minutes of comfortable silence, your tongue between your lips as you slowly begin drawing a purple stack of books on the chalkboard stand.
“Really?” Peter asks, eyebrows raised in surprise. He didn’t do much around the store, to be quite honest, mostly because he never worked the register. Even if he did, the way you did every day, there weren’t many customers that came in. You received more online orders than anything else. “I’m not even really sure why you hired me in the first place, honestly. I wasn’t qualified, like, at all, Y/N.” He laughs again, he’s always laughing with you.
You purse your lips, the pink chalk in your hand hovering over the book you were attempting to illustrate properly. There were a lot of ways you could reply to this. There was the risky way. There was the safe way. There was the in between sort of way. After an internal debate, you say, “Well, what can I say? I have a penchant for looking at pretty things, and, um, you’re not bad to look at, Peter. For a boy, you’re kind of pretty.” You don’t look at him when you say it, but he’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s the look of a boy falling in love for the first time. You can feel it in the heat in your stomach when you finally turn around to face him, standing up and brushing chalk dust off your jeans as he contains to gaze at you with that soft air about him. “What?” You lightly shove his arm.
“Wh- what? I mean, um, nothing, uh, nothing.” Peter runs a hand through his hair, messing up the carefully gelled way he does his hair every morning for work. “Absolutely nothing.” His face is burning red, eyes trained on the register like it’s the only thing he can look at without fainting, and there’s a trace of a smile on his lips but he doesn’t want to show it just yet.
You lean against the counter. In his peripheral vision, he notices the tiny smirk playing at the corner of your mouth, a smirk bordering on something gentler and kinder than you desired it to. Arms folded across your chest, staring at him hard. Your smile is burning as bright as the spring sunshine in April after a particularly hard day of rain the day previously, but he’s still not looking at you, so you say, “Did we just reach the part in the young adult contemporary novel where you start falling in love with me?” You see his hand freeze atop the register, and he can feel the way his cheeks are glowing too red to be blamed on the heat of the summer. “You know, I bet we did.” You move to make your way to the front of the store, but Peter turns around just in time to grab your hand and pull you into him.
His fingers smoothly slip through yours. “If we did, that’d be okay, right? You wouldn’t mind your love interest being… all me-like?” The self doubt is always so clear with him, but you bring yourself closer still with a shake of your head.
“You’d make a great love interest,” you reply softly.
The taste of cold coffee from Dunkin Donuts lingers on his lips when he kisses you for the first time that day, the coffee that he dumps copious amounts of sugar packets into because he can’t stand the bitterness but wants to keep drinking it. The coffee he loves despite the odd looks he receives from passerby that can’t help but stare at the boy with messy hair and a lanyard around his neck and bright eyes who keeps ripping open packs of sugar at the counter and pouring them in. You’ve loved cold coffee already, but you love it a little more now that there’s a new way of tasting it, and the next day when he walks into your little bookshop you’re the one with mouth that tastes like his morning pick me up- and neither of you have ever been more grateful for books in your life.
Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.
He’s their late-night scandal maker, their social butterfly, the ultimate playboy, scourge of the social circle. No young person is safe from his charm.
Then he has a child.
And he never stops.
Bruce Wayne was Gotham’s guilty pleasure - billionaire, playboy, and media sweetheart. He was always ready for the cameras with a witty quip, or a dashing smile, always with a slim, svelte, lady on his arm.
Until one day, there was no lady.
Instead, a tiny child was hanging off of his hand, grinning up at his guardian. When Bruce Wayne looked down from the cameras, he lost his toothy smile, and instead, it melted into a softer one. The small child giggled and buried himself into Bruce’s side, which effectively hindered any and all females from attaching themselves to him.
“This is Dick,” he introduced the sleepy child in his arms to the media. “He’s mine.”
In his arms, Dick would giggle and doze off, or at least pretend to. Bruce would take this as his excuse to escape the gathering - “I need to put him to bed,” he would say earnestly. In the car, Bruce would tell Dick what a smart boy he was, and within a few minutes, the pair could be seen leaping across rooftops, the little Robin cheering his mentor on as the Batman beat twelve types of shit out of the villains of Gotham.
Years later, Dick would still be seen on Bruce’s arm, not so much adorable as mouthwateringly sexy. He would still look up at his mentor, giggling, and Bruce would still smile softly down at him.
They still owned the night, but Batman would more often cede control of the beating of villains to his first Robin, watching from the sidelines as Nightwing gracefully thrashed the rogues of the city.
As Bruce looked at his boy - always boy, at least to him - he would feel a spark of pride. No matter the dark moments in his life, no matter the mistakes he made, he would always know that he had gotten one thing right.
And that was enough.
“This is Jason,” Bruce said some years later. “He’s also mine.” Jason just scowled up at his adopted father, until Dick whisked him away to scowl at other people.
Jason was a fish out of water with the Waynes. Where Dick was a natural performer, Jason hated being in the limelight, clinging to his elder brother or hiding behind his father’s large frame. Bruce learnt to step carefully, for fear of crushing his newest son. Jason was much more at ease as Robin, where he could shine in his own way.
Where he floundered Jason Todd-Wayne, Jason made his mark as Robin, and Bruce couldn’t have been happier. Bruce smiled bigger than ever, happy that both his sons were making their way in the world, kicking ass and taking names.
Until one day, Bruce didn’t smile anymore.
Batman had never thought that he would address his second son again, much less with such reprimands. Every time Jason raised his gun, Bruce’s heart would bleed a little more, yearning to smack the gun out of his boy’s hand.
Nightwing didn’t have the heart to discipline his wayward brother, too glad at having Jason back to do anything. Tim was still skittish around him, sticking close to Bruce or Dick whenever Red Hood was around. And wasn’t that another dagger to the heart.
Eventually, things did look up. Jason warmed to Dick first, having never lost the soft spot he had for his elder brother, and then Alfred. No one could stay mad at Alfred. Jason would visit more often, hanging around Dick’s room. Whenever Bruce would show up, hoping to catch Jason, the boy would leap out of the nearest window.
Tim was shy around Jason, fearful of invoking the older man’s anger. Jason made no moves to calm the boy, still resentful of him. Bruce thought that his two youngest would never get along until one night, Red Hood entered the Batcave carrying Red Robin in his arms, as the boy rested his head on Jason’s chest. R'as Al Ghul had been holding Tim a little too close for comfort, having sedated the young bat. That had been enough to set Jason off, pulverizing the old lech and bringing the shaky boy back home.
Dick had predictably gone ballistic, weeping and cursing, refusing to let go of a disorientated Tim. Bruce was left to deal with Jason, who looked uncomfortable being left with his estranged father. Bruce only compounded the situation by drawing Jason into a hug. Jason just stood there as Bruce squeezed him, whispering thanks in his ear, before leaving to take Tim upstairs.
Dick led Jason upstairs, clinging to his arm, head resting on his shoulder, a little teary thinking about what could have been. Jason allowed Dick to take him upstairs, allowed him to cuddle up to him, sitting squished together in Tim’s room as the boy himself clung to Bruce in bed. Later that night, Jason started awake, with Dick still snuggled up to him, and Bruce snoring lightly, his hand in Tim’s hair. Jason looked at Tim, who was wide awake, looking directly at Jason with wide eyes. Jason stared back calmly, making no moves, only smiling slightly. Eventually, Tim’s eyes closed, his fears assuaged, at least in that one regard.
From that night on, something shifted in their family dynamic, and Tim would shyly claim to have two brothers. Jason would just grunt, but not refute this fact. Gotham learned that overnight that the Bat and his Birds were now a solid group of four, and none were to be trifled with.
That night onwards, Bruce stood a little taller, a little prouder.
The media speculate that after the death of his second son, Bruce Wayne would not smile again, and for a long time, he didn’t. His eldest came back to Gotham, and clung tighter than ever to his father’s arm, no force capable of moving him from his place.
It took a waifish boy to lure a smile out of Bruce Wayne again, months later. Doggedly determined, little Tim Drake stalked the Batman around Gotham, until one day, tired of his little shadow, Bruce just look the little boy home.
Wayne Manor regained its light with the little boy running around its halls, all around the Batcave, and into Bruce’s heart. Dick was lured out of his depression by the tiny boy, his heart picking up at the prospect of having another little brother to hold and love.
One fine night, Bruce Wayne showed up at another gala, Dick holding one arm as per usual, and a small boy cradled in his other arm. “This is Tim,” Bruce introduced his newest son, “he’s mine.” Dick grinned as Bruce passed the boy to him. Tim spent a lot of his early galas in either Bruce’s or Dick’s arms, both being fearful of the small boy being trampled in the horde of unforgiving socialites.
The streets were another story entirely. The new Robin earned a reputation of being sneaky, quiet, and almost as clever as the Bat himself.
Eventually, the Batman learned to stand strong again, and the caped crusader ruled the night once more, his little bird by his side.
Damian Wayne was a nightmare.
The media hated him, and the feeling was mutual. He growled and bit and scratched, and clung to his eldest brother like a limpet. The Feral Wayne, the media called him.
Bruce was at his wits end when it came to Damian. The boy was not warming to him, Jason, or Tim, and only sought out Dick. Dick had his hands full with the youngest Wayne, having become a pseudo-mother virtually overnight.
The boy’s ideals were warped, twisted by his time with the League of Assassins, and his heart was hard. Time would prove to be a true healer, slowly melting Damian’s heart. Unbelievably, Gotham and life as Dick Grayson’s Robin thawed Damian’s cold exterior, and his warm core was revealed.
When Bruce was thought dead, and Dick was left to pick up the pieces, Damian clung to his brother harder than ever, desperate not to let his brother break. When Tim brought Bruce back, Damian heaved a sigh of relief as Dick handed the cowl over again, then proceeded to smother Bruce with his all consuming hug.
Something changed that night, when Damian saw that Tim was truly capable of moving mountains for their family. Damian gained a new respect for his elder brother, and made it known in small ways - heeding Tim’s advice on patrol, keeping his silence around the older boy as he worked. When Family Photo time rolled around, Dick subtly passed Damian over to position him on Tim’s lap, and to everyone’s surprise, Damian did not even squirm as Tim’s arms encircled his waist. The same could not be said of Jason, who threw a mini fit when Bruce tried the same with him.
The photo came out thus - Damian sitting on Tim’s lap, both with serene smiles, Dick next to them, one arm wrapped around Jason and one over Tim’s shoulders. Bruce stood to the side, glowing with happiness, his arm thrown sloppily around Alfred, who gave his best Mona Lisa impression.
The photo was hung in the batcave, where it still hangs to this day, a loving reminder to the Bats of the challenges that they overcame to come together.
Bruce looked down at the slightly built girl who stared stoically back up at him. Boys, he could handle. He was familiar with their ways. He had given the birds and the bees speech to all of them, nursed their owies, and trained them to become heroes though the years.
Bruce took a deep breath. He could make another hero of this one, too.
“You ready to be a hero?” Bruce asked Cassandra. A nod.
“It’ll have to wait,” Dick said, flouncing in. “The Wayne Christmas Gala is tonight. We have to get ready to schmooze.”
Bruce wrinkled his nose in distaste, eliciting a laugh from the girl. Bruce looked down in a panic, realizing that he had no clothes for a little lady. “I have nothing for you to dress in,” Bruce said, vocalizing his dread.
Dick beamed at Bruce’s conundrum, and ushered the entire family into the car. “Mall trip!” He bleated, as Bruce paled. They found themselves at the mall, Cassandra holding onto Bruce’s hand at the ladies section while Dick piled his arms with everything that looked cute enough for his sister. Cassandra refused to become Dick’s model, stalking out of the store, which left Bruce to pick something for a young lady. He eventually chose a disgusting, pink, number, much to Dick’s delight.
Cassandra emerged from the room that night in the flowing, frilly, disaster, as Bruce looked at her, considering. “This is okay, right?” Alfred tutted from the corner, muttering about how a young lady with untamed hair would stand out like a sore thumb at a gathering such as the one they were going to tonight. Bruce panicked once more as Dick passed a comb and hair ties into his hands.
At the gala, Bruce presented his newest child, complete with uneven pigtails and overdone blush. “This is my daughter,” he said proudly. “She’s mine.” To her credit, Cassandra didn’t scowl.
That night, Black Bat kicked ass harder than ever, taking out her humiliation on the evildoers of Gotham City. Although he was clueless as to what brought on her unprecedented savagery, he still watched her like the proud father that he was.
Hey bby could ya do a Remus x reader where they are caught
making out by James Peter and Sirius and they’re all teasing Remus and he’s so
embarrassed but the reader doesn’t care and just kisses him again ?? sorry if
it’s too much xx
sorry for the long wait but midterms were kicking my ass! hope you like it! xx
You’ve only been dating Remus for two weeks, you had both
decided to keep things on the down low for the time being because you knew how annoying your respective group of friends could be—between the marauders and Marlene and Lily, it was a
miracle the Daily Prophet didn’t know every aspect of yours and Remus’ life.
That’s why you and Remus only met after curfew, or before
the sun rose, much like today.
It was Saturday, an hour before sunrise, and you and Remus
were cuddling in front of the dying fire, you probably had like 2 hours before anyone
in Gryffindor tower wakes up and heads down for breakfast.
“You know, maybe we should tell them, that way we could
maybe cuddle in a warm bed…” Remus muttered, burying his face in the nape of
your neck. You snorted in response, laughing at how he wasn’t a morning person.
“Fine by me, are you ready for Sirius to give you the birds
and bees talk?”
“On second thought, maybe we should wait a bit more….” You hummed
Soon enough the sun was beginning to rise and the room was engulfed by waves of crimson and
gold. You were both still sitting next to each other, your legs on top of his long ones. Remus was lazily drawing patterns on your hand with his fingers, causing you to laugh every once in a while due to him tickling your sides. One thing
lead to another and shortly he flipped you both over, him on top of you, his hands were on your hips, yours were intertwine
in his hair, and your lips were on one another’s, forgetting the world around
Time seemed to completely stop as you two kissed, nothing
could ruin such a perfect moment, or so you thought.
“JAMES! JAA-AMES! COME QUICK! OUR LITTLE REMUS IS ALL GROWN
UP!” Sirius screamed from the top of the staircase.
You and Remus both sprung apart from each other, you quickly
tried to make yourself presentable, you fixed your jumper and tried to
tame your messy hair.
Remus on the other hand groaned as he buried his face in his hands as Sirius continued with his
“And when were you planning on presenting her to us?” James
said haughtily as he draped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders.
“Mummy is hurt that you kept your girlfriend a secret.” Sirius wailed.
“Oh shut up Sirius, for the last time stop referring to yourself
as my mother.” Remus said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“DON’T USE THAT TONE WITH YOUR MOTHER, YOUNG MAN.” James
said dramatically as Sirius clutched his heart.
“I didn’t know James and Sirius adopted you…” You muttered,
hoping to calm down Remus. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face but
they were gone in a flash.
“I didn’t know you and Y/N knew each other.” Sirius said, smirking.
“Well they certainly got really acquainted now…” James said
as he wiggled his eyebrows, causing Remus to groan. You didn’t know how long
they were going to tease Remus but from the looks of it, it seemed to be for a
long time, something that you didn’t have.
“Well, I’ll leave you three to your little comedy fest. I’ll
meet you by the lake in an hour, okay?” you told Remus as he nodded, an annoyed
look on his face due to his friends. You stood on the tip of your toes
and kissed him goodbye, both of you momentarily forgot that you had a crowd but
after the teasing that they had done, you didn’t care. It wasn’t until Sirius
started whistling that you stopped.
You waved the boys goodbye, Sirius and James gave you an approving nod
and Remus waved bye, a dazed but content look on his face.
He was in awe of how you put up with his annoying friends
without getting embarrassed.
Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s
implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky
is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events
Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool
party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t
have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you
out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset.
That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.
A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS
this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of
trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for
a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^
“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no
“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!”
you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his
new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out
of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of
swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for
You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to
find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were
the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so
much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years
since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s
been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping
excursion reminded you of why you
quit in the first place.
It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend,
the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was
something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions,
training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed
to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He
was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at
the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a
Daughter. Same hair and eyes as Daddy but the rest is definitely you. She is feisty and curious as a young child. Rebellious and sassy as a teen. Leon is a good daddy and often puts his foot down because no one else dares to stand up to her. She is just as intimidating as her father when she is angry. Her specialty? Making boys cry. Leon never worries about his little girl when it comes to dating guys. Her special power? Opposite of Daddy, he deals in pleasure, she deals in pain. Loves to get into it with Zyglavis’ kid.
Daughter. Looks a lot like you but has her Father’s eyes and hair color. Shares her Father’s sense of humor though he is her favorite target. She learned faster and earlier than any other kid and had half the encyclopedia already fully memorized by the age of three. She loves music and taught herself how to play the piano. Hue is a good daddy though spoils her too much in your opinion. They have a beautiful bond and it always melts your heart when you see them together. You cried when you saw him teaching her how to dance. Her special power? To witness any event from the past. Her best friend? Surprisingly Ichthys’ kid.
Son. Spitting image of his father though has your personality. He is sweet and loving as a young child. Loves hanging out with Daddy but no one in the world compares to you. He is a true Mama’s boy through and through. Girls he brings home in his teens learn pretty quick they if they are serious about him they have some big shoes to fill. Teorus is an okay father. He loves his son but they often quarrel and more often than not end up seeing each other as rivals. It doesn’t help when he brings girls home Teo’s natural flirtatiousness often steals the attention away. His special power? Miraculously, navigation. He can pinpoint any given location instantly and travel there. He never has to stop and ask for directions unlike dear old dad. His besty? Dui’s kid.
Daughter. She’s gorgeous and a perfect mix of the two of you. She is the kindest soul you have ever met. She truly doesn’t have one mean bone in her body. She’s a daddy’s girl. Big time. He spoils her rotten and you don’t care because their relationship makes your heart overflow with joy. She’s a collector and spends a lot of time with the both of you hunting down fascinating things. She’s an excellent cook, probably due to her Father’s obsession with all things spicy. Her special power? The ability to instantly diffuse any given negative situation. She’s the one they need instead of a hostage negotiator. Good friends with Aigo’s kid.
Daughter. She looks a lot like daddy but has your smile. Greatest napper that ever existed. You never had a sleepless night, this kid slept through the night from day one. A gentle soul, doesn’t like loud noises or toys. As a teen if oversleeping were a sport she’d have won the gold medal. Another daddy’s girl. The first night you brought her home Aigo was so worried he actually slept inside her crib with her so she wouldn’t feel alone. Though she is generally soft spoken she also has a mischievous side which often overwhelms daddy. Her special power? To make any object comfortable. You have an impressive pillow collection throughout your entire home.
Son. A good mix of both though the older he gets the more he looks like daddy. A gorgeous child, women everywhere would swoon just looking at him. It was like all the women in the room would instantly start ovulating upon seeing his precious little face. They all desperately wanted a baby of their own witnessing such cuteness. Teen years? A nightmare. Thank god you weren’t the one who had to have the birds and the bees talk with him. Lou is a good Father though the two of them are more like partners in crime than father/son. You can never go anywhere with them without causing the female population to panic. His ability? To influence love to bloom between any two people. Yep, he’s a regular cupid! Not a surprise when he was born out of so much love. His friend? Aigo’s daughter. Yup, just friends.
I’ve been hurting-
But I refuse to let you see me cry,
I refuse to let you see valleys and warm streams flow from my face- so I’ve been collecting jars of tears over the years and saving them just for you. Hoping that one day you’ll get thirsty enough to find me where no words would be exchanged. I’ll offer you a glass of tears hoping it not only quench your thirst but fill you with the parts of me that I’ve purged.
The implications of your actions have affected others beyond the means of your reach like half thought out plans never to be executed- like solitary confinement with steel bars, it was you who was the key to me…..and you still chose to leave, and now a mother lost her baby but found a man who was only 8years old. you stole his chance to be because from early he was always told to be a man but had no idea of what that concept meant but fought to live this form of identity because papa like a thief in the night you stole more than an innocent girls virginity, you stole her joy and left her empty to raise a man who resembled you, a man who never got a chance to be a child
You stole all she had and left nothing for me, not even the touch of a mothers love because all she knew of love laid ideally between her legs and you her mathematician divided them and multiplied and then subtracted yourself from the equation leaving her with no answer and she would go over the problem each time while staring at me wondering why things didn’t added up and now you left me with a mother and grandmother playing mommy and daddy,
And now at 28 I still feel the hold you have on her after three kids as if she was trying to find you in other men and even though I was forced to be a man, I was never man enough to fill her the way you did. all that you left for me was the scraps after you had your fill and that little taste never filled me, I had to die daily to myself, As I watched you live and there wasn’t any mourning or tears aside from the bellowing sound of my own voice as I laid myself to rest, I was forced to live with a stranger in a haunted house as the ghost of you plagued me and the stranger was me, I had to carry the burden of humanity which was to feel and not feel at the same time and I waited between both praying for direction, praying for you papa but you couldn’t hear me, You couldn’t hear me through long distances that disconnected us, you could hear me over the sound of your own pride that you somehow couldn’t put to the side so another man had to be my teacher, It was he who taught me the birds and the bees, but I still reserved a few duties for you. But all I got were empty seats and vacant memories of me standing there..
Am i not flesh of your own flesh and blood of your own blood, then why have you allowed unspoken words to form sharp nails that pin me down at night, why have you allowed me to bear another man’s name in the absence of yours, why, did you not think of what would happen when young girls laid down and became young woman? Did you not know a boy would seek the love of his father like he seeks the love of himself but both nowhere to be found, I remember how much I would ingest heavy blows meant for you papa, some punches were mine and others were hers but both tasted the same… and I still went to bout for you, I gave hard jabs and stiff right hooks not noticing I was fighting myself, You set sail and left me ashore so papa why do I feel I like I’m the one drowning?
Dear Papa, I miss you but I think she misses you more..
okay so ive been thinking
we all know how cold magnus has been toward alec ever since he sided with the seelie queen
and we also know that the seelie queen hears things through the birds, bees, and bugs (i think it was) meaning that she can discover new information very easily and without any effort.
now when simon refused the seelie queen, we soon see maia in the seelie court after she was taken by the seelies.
the seelie queen could possibly be taking the loved ones of those who do not accept her proposal as a way to convince them to join her side.
so considering that the seelie queen can know what others are doing very easily and is threatening their loved ones, magnus could be playing an act in front of everybody to protect alec.
alec was the one to tear magnus out of the walls he built around his heart, and they both love each other so much. magnus would not go from almost crying about not being able to save his people and be with alec, to being cold and snarky to alec and all the other shadowhunters on purpose.
idk just a theory
Based on the song ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations. Enjoy!
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May.
Everyone rested on their knees kneeling to Negan, watching as he smiled at all of his people. Lucille in his hand, fingers gripped tight around the polished wood as he began to quietly chuckle. “Y'all can stand” his voice boomed, shifting his body 360 degrees as everyone began to rise from their knees. He then turned to his next victim, sitting right in the middle of the large room.
Negan smiled right at him, showing off his pearly white teeth before beginning to laugh. “What’s your name again?” Negan asked. “J-Jason” the man hesitated, obviously scared of what was about to come from the devilish man grinning right in front of him. “Jason, tell me, you see that girl?” Negan asked, pointing right at the balcony, right at you. Jason quickly twisted his head, before looking back at Negan. “S-Sir I-”
I guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
Negan grabbed his face, cutting him off from his words and turned Jason’s chair around, making him stare right at you. “Her, right there. Do you see that girl, yes or no?” Negan shouted as Jason began to weep. “Yes!” He cried before Negan threw him onto the floor. You watched helplessly, knowing that no matter how much you would scream and cry for him to stop, Negan would never stop.
“Do you mind telling us who that girl is?” Negan bent down to meet face to face with Jason, watching the boy shake with fear. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered before Negan chuckled and smacked Jason’s leg with Lucille causing everyone, including you, to flinch once you heard his loud cries. “You don’t deserve to say her name” Negan spat. Jason was sobbing uncontrollably, his fear and pain pouring out.
“I am going to ask you again, who is she?” Negan grabbed Jason by the shirt, holding Jason’s face close to his as Jason trembled. “Y-Your daughter, s-sir” Jason stuttered as Negan threw him back on the floor, and raised his arms in triumph.
“Now, was that so hard?” Negan played, before glancing back up at you and smiling. “My girl, my precious not-so-little girl!” Negan exclaimed, trying to see if he could make you smile, but frowned watching you keep the look of annoyance plastered right on your face.
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
Negan swerved his body away from you, turning and watching the frightened crowd of his people, all terrified of his future actions. “I know, I may not be the best father. I mean hell, in a shit time like this, I don’t think good fathers even exist. But I know, I’d be a completely shit father if I let this moron talk to my daughter the way he did” Negan spoke loud, his voice echoing within the filled factory. He turned his body back to Jason, looking down at the injured boy.
“I don’t know who raised you,” Negan began, “who fed you, played with you, wiped your fuckin’ ass, but I do know this;” Negan pulled Jason up from the floor, throwing him back into the chair that he was sitting in before, and whacked Jason’s torso with Lucille. Jason’s pained cries were like nails on a chalkboard, everyone flinched and covered their ears, unable to bear the shrieks of pain. You had enough and left, feeling hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment streaming down your face.
“You do not ever, ever speak to a woman like that, especially my fuckin’ daughter! Do you understand me, or do I have to repeat myself like I’ve been doin’ for the last 50 fuckin’ times!” Negan shouted. Jason could only get out the slightest of whimpers before Negan shouted for him to answer. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! But p-please, let me g-go!” Jason cried before Negan scoffed. He looked back up at the spot you used to be, before leaning away from Jason’s face and looking back down at the boy.
“I’m not fuckin’ finished with you”
I’ve got so much honey
The bees envy me
I’ve got a sweeter song
Than the birds in the trees
You were locked in your room, sobbing into a pillow, feeling your heart twisted and torn from Negan’s actions. You felt betrayed and alone, like both of your parents had died. Losing your mother at a young age, before all of this happened, was hard enough, but now your father acting like this, killing innocent people, to say you were disappointed would be an understatement.
Three loud bangs cascaded from the other side of your door, you shifted your body as the door slowly opened, revealing Negan with a bloodied Lucille slung over his shoulder.
I guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
“Baby, I’m so-”
“Can you just leave? You are the last person I want to see right now.”
Negan frowned, setting Lucille down by your door before closing it and stepping towards your bed, sitting next to you. “You are so stubborn, just like your mother,” Negan chuckled “just like your mother.” he repeated softly to himself before shaking his head.
“I know you know I haven’t been the same since she died, hell, I haven’t been the same since she got goddamn cancer. But you, you’re the reason why I haven’t completely lost my mind. You kept me in place” Negan spoke softly, this was a side of Negan you haven’t experienced since you were a little girl, it felt like a completely different person.
Negan looked over at you, and chuckled. His smile was big as he continued to look over your facial features which he found completely identical to your mothers. “I know you’re not happy with the way I do things, Baby. But this is who I am, this is how I keep us safe!” You cringed at the use of your old nickname; Baby. Your mothers favorite movie was Dirty Dancing and she began to call you Baby after you had told her you wanted to dance just like Baby.
Though Negan despised the movie, the nickname did stick with him and he has used it ever since, but as you got older you began to hate the nickname, as it reminded you of the times that used to be.
I don’t need no money, fortune or fame
I’ve got all the riches, baby
One man can claim
“Don’t call me Baby” you muttered, before Negan was taken aback, his eyes widening at your fierce attitude. “What did you just say to me?” He grumbled, his short temper now sparked. “Don’t call me that dumb nickname, don’t even think about it! Only my dad is allowed to call me that and right now I don’t know where he is!” You shouted, as Negan furrowed his eyebrows.
“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that, after I just defended you from that dick-wipe who completely treated you like a piece of trash!” Negan shouted back at you, his voice obviously louder than yours. “I’m not that little eight year old anymore, I can handle myself! I taught myself how to survive without a dad, because a dad is the complete opposite of what you are!” You cried, watching a rare look of horror play out on Negan’s face.
guess you’d say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin’ 'bout my girl (my girl)
Negan grabbed you off of the bed, holding you in his arms, close to his chest. “No matter how much you hate me, I’m always gonna love you. You make think I’m unfair, but I’m doing what I need to do to survive and keep your ass safe, because keepin’ your ass safe is what your mother would want. I want what she wants. So hate me all you want, you can even kill me right now, but if you did, I’d still take a bullet right between the fuckin’ eyes to protect you” Negan spoke, as tears began to fill your eyes, you didn’t know how to react.
You couldn’t help but pull him into a tight him, whispering soft 'I’m sorry’s’ into his ear. You definitely have never seen this side of him for a long time, and you couldn’t have been more relieved to know that he still had his soft spot for you. His sunshine, his Baby, his girl.
That was really bad. I apologize. I might rewrite this.
Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 597 summary : Kai and Reader’s five year old daughter has a couple of questions , making both her parents freak out a little. note : (to the anon who requested it) not sure if thats what you wanted but i hope you like it ☺❤ * gif by shelleyhening ________________________
Kai turned to his side in his sleep reaching his hand for his wife. It had been six years since they had become a couple and a little over five years since their baby daughter had been born. When Y/N and Kai had first met they hadn’t been friends at all , in fact they had barely been able to stand each other. Always teasing and finding a way to annoy the other until one night at the Grill not too long after the merge when some guy had tried to put his hands on Y/N without her consent and Kai had intervened. After that things between them had changed completely and they had finally seen the truth , realising they love each other. "D-daddy !“ giggled their daughter. “You are tickling me !” "Wh-what ?“ he said sleepily , slowly opening his eyes. “What are you doing here sweetheart ? When did you get here?” "I had a nightmare.“ mumbled the little girl almost jumping on top of him. Grace’s small hands wrapped around his neck , dragging along her favourite stuffed toy. “There was a monster under my bed and it came out and tried to hurt us.” "Awwh princess.“ he said softly wrapping his arms around her. “It was just a dream. You know daddy would never let anything happen to you or mom. I love you both so much and I will always protect you both , no matter what.” Grace sighed looking at her dad while holding Mr. Pebbles , her stuffed bear which she took with her literally everywhere. Kai and Y/N had gotten it the day their baby girl had been born. They had been in the toy store when Grace decided it’s time for her to show up and brighten up her parents life. His little girl looked so sad and scared he had to do something to cheer her up and since it was a little too early for cookies or her favourite chocolate chip pancakes , he went with the next best thing he could think of. "Bop.“ he said tapping her nose, seeing her smile for a second. “Bop , bop.” "Daddy -“ she laughed when he started poking her stomach and tickling her. ”- stop.“ "You know , laughter scares the monsters away. So if you laugh instead of being scared , the monsters won’t ever get you.” "Really ?“ "Yes and Mr. Pebbles - ” he said , seating her stuffed bear in between them “ - is a superhero. He is here to protect you too.” Kai hid his face behind the bear and took his paw , blowing a kiss to Grace while changing his voice. "That is true. I will protect my Y/N always and forever.“ "See , told you.” Grace started laughing , taking Mr. Pebbles from her dad’s arms and hugging him tight while Kai hugged her. He loved listening to her laugh. It was one of his most favourite sounds in the world - along with her mother’s laugh and both their heart beats. Those sounds always gave him hope and he knew as long as he has them - everything will be perfect. "I love love love you princess.“ he said kissing her cheek. Y/N stirred in her sleep hearing laughter around her , unable to separate it from her dream for a moment. Then the sounds became clearer as she started to wake up. Slowly Y/N opened one of her eyes at first , taking a peek. Their daughter was almost sitting on Kai’s chest with her tiny hands on his cheeks pushing them together while he made funny faces to make her laugh. Grace’s laugh was everything - echoing in the house every minute of every day , never letting sadness or even the hint of it creep inside. Their little girl had become their own personal sun since the moment she had been born and there were no words to describe how much she and her dad loved her. "Are you having a hugging party in the middle of the night without me ?” laughed Y/N, snuggling closer to the two most important people in her life. “Because if so - ” Kai blew his cheeks , bringing his eyes together for a second watching his little girl laugh even louder when he started tickling her and his arms wrapped around her tight. He laughed and Grace rolled onto the bed between her parents. Y/N kissed her cheek and wrapped her arms around her at the same time he wrapped his arms around them from the other side and they all cuddled together. Her dad kept tapping Grace’s nose , tickling her and his wife for a while until Grace somehow fell asleep between them. "I love watching you like this. Daddy and daddy’s little girl.“ whispered Y/N , intertwining her fingers with her husbands. "Can’t believe what a big goofball you have turned into.” "I can’t help it.“ he whispered back. "Grace brings out my goofball side even more than you. Remember that time we were at the Salvatore’s when you didn’t like me yet , or you liked me and acted like you didn’t -” "Kai - “ ” - and you were supposed to watch me for a few hours and I kept following you around the house until you smashed that piece of pie on my face just to get me to stop following you ?“ "I remember it the other way around. You were the one who smashed pie in my face.” "Well , yeah , but only after you smashed a piece in mine.“ "That never happened.” she laughed. "I have the shirt to prove it.“ Y/N’s expression froze on the spot. "Wait , you still keep the shirt I stained that day — stained ? Oh God –” "You are going to yell at me aren’t you?“ he whispered. "Look , its an important shirt. That was the first time you actually laughed at something I did. Now that I think back , maybe that was the exact moment I fell for you. How am I not going to keep the shirt ?! Wait — w-where are you going ?” Carefully Y/N slipped off the bed with Kai’s eyes following her around the room. He watched her kneel down to open the last drawer of the dresser , searching for something in there. About 6 years ago , not too long before the moment at the Grill that changed both their lives , Damon had almost forced her to keep an eye on Kai while he goes to talk to Bonnie in an attempt to get her to forgive Kai. Her husband kept following her around the house , making jokes and trying to get her to laugh while checking out every single thing in the living room and annoying her off the charts. A couple of hours later Y/N had gotten hungry and had gone to the kitchen thinking that maybe she had ditched Kai somewhere on the way. Her fingers had gotten some frosting on them while cutting the pie and he had grabbed her hand , licking her fingers clean. Instead of slapping him , she had smashed her piece with pie in his face. Until that day she could still see Kai’s startled expression seconds before a piece of pie got smashed in her face and they had both started laughing. When Damon had come back , both Kai and Y/N had had pie stains on their shirts and neither of them appeared to care much or wanted to explain what had happened. "Y/N ?“ he whispered. When Y/N didn’t answer he glanced at Grace curled up with Mr. Pebbles on their bed , pulled the covers over her and got off the bed. His wife appeared to be so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even hear him walk behind her until his arms wrapped around her as he knelt on the ground , nearly scaring her to death. "What are you looking for?” he whispered. “Sorry, I thought you heard me coming.” "I am a witch not a vampire , remember ?“ she teased , reaching her hand to the back of the drawer pulling out a blue plastic bag. A smile spread across her face and she glanced at Kai who already had a suspicion as to what was inside. "You kept yours too ? And you never told me ?” "I guess we are more in sync than any of us thought.“ she smiled at him. "Why do I think I love coconut cream pie so much ? I always hated it until -” ”- I smashed it on your face.“ he laughed. “You remember what I did after that?” Y/N turned towards him licking his cheek , just like he had that day except back then there had been frosting there. Kai’s arms wrapped tighter around her and he knocked her onto the ground with him on top. "I claimed you as mine back then and now - “ he whispered smiling while trying not to wake up their daughter. ” - I can’t imagine where I’d be without you or Grace in my life.“ "There would’ve been someone else you would’ve fallen for - ” "No.“ he said serious. "No , there never would’ve been anyone else. It’s you and only you and it was only ever going to be you.” Y/N smiled at him pulling him down for a kiss. Six whole years together and Kai still took her breath away every single minute of every single day. That has never changed and it was never going to change. "It was only ever going to be you too.“ she whispered gazing into his eyes.
"Daddy , can I get a ride ?” said Grace jumping up and down on the bed , making the feathers from one of the ripped pillows on the floor float in the air. “Please please -” "Of course baby girl.“ Kai laughed , walking to the bed turning his back towards her. Grace hooked her hands around his neck and her legs around him with his help. Mr. Pebbles was lucky enough to get a piggy back ride downstairs too and Y/N couldn’t resist taking a picture of them laughing. Her dad let her sit on one of the chairs and started on the pancakes. "You are spoiling her.” she said wrapping her arms around him from behind. “What about me ?” "Awwh is someone jealous ?“ he turned towards her with an amused look on his face. "You do know you can get a ride whenever you want right ?” Y/N shot him a warning glance and started laughing, glancing at their daughter while pouring herself a cup with coffee. Grace was sitting on the table playing with Mr. Pebbles – and by the looks if it they were having a tea party. It was absolutely incredible how big their baby girl’s imagination was. Sometimes she’d play all by herself for hours , doing puzzles or just having tea parties with all her toys. "Emily said that she is going to have a sister to play with soon.“ said Grace , looking up at her parents. "Can I get a sister too ?” Y/N and Kai glanced at each other for a second while he kept flipping chocolate chip pancakes in the air. How do you explain a five year old that technically her father is not exactly alive and even if they wanted to - there was no way for her to have a brother or a sister. Their daughter was just starting to show her magical powers. That was hard enough to explain to her — and her kinder garden teachers. A couple of days ago , a kid had tried to take Mr. Pebbles from her hands and Grace had somehow managed to send the kid flying across the playground. Kid had been fine , only a little startled but the teachers who had been watching them had to have their memories modified. Not to mention the floating in the air pencils or how Grace had somehow made her drawings move. Even Kai had hard time understanding how she had done that. "Um … We um – “ said Kai glancing at his wife shaking his head in confusion. "Some day maybe.” said Y/N smiling as she knelt on the ground next to their daughter. “We are just not ready to have a baby again just yet.” "Mommy ? How do you make a baby ?“ asked the little girl. Y/N nearly dropped her coffee cup on the ground. Kai looked just as startled at her wondering what they are going to tell her. Surely kids her age start being curious but you can’t exactly explain them how mommy and daddy do all those naughty things and that’s how a bundle of joy shows up on this world. "We are dead.” whispered Kai quietly in Y/N’s ear. “What do we do ? What do we do ?” "Grab the peanut butter and jelly. I’ll think of something.“ she whispered back , failing in her attempt not to panic like Kai obviously had. Y/N tried to think back to the time her parents had that talk with her. Wait - had they had it or had it been more like learn as you go process ? A sigh left her lips and she kept smiling at Grace. Damn it. she thought. In that moment she regretted not having that talk with her parents, though considering how awkward she felt in that moment maybe it had been best that she hadn’t. Kai quickly made Grace’s favourite PB&J sandwich , cutting out the crusts just like their daughter loved it and cutting it in two halves right after. Y/N rubbed her forehead with her thumb and index finger finishing on the pancakes as her mind kept spinning trying to find the answer. "C-can I borrow your phone?” whispered Y/N , not taking her eyes off their daughter. "What for ?“ whispered Kai. "Just — give it.” A sigh left his lips and he gave her his phone while playing with Grace to distract her. Their baby girl took a small bite from her PB&J , watching her dad with wide curious eyes , glowing like never before. Grace had the same blue eyes as him , except in every other aspect she was like her mother. Smart , perceptive and really really curious about things. "Can you have a baby now?“ she asked , her dad wiping some jelly off her chin with his thumb. Kai could hear his wife’s heart race increasing while trying hard to figure out what they are going to tell their daughter. He glanced at Y/N , almost able to see her mind churning and a smile spread across her face for a second when he reached for the crusts of the sandwich. Thank you Google. she thought , glancing at Kai who was eating the crusts of the PB&J was one of the most adorable things ever. Somehow he always managed to get jam on his chin — and his fingers. Even after all those years he kept eating it as a finger food and there was no changing his mind about it. "Well , it takes months for a baby to grow from a seed from daddy and an egg from mommy joined together in a very special place called ‘womb’.That’s where the baby grows for 9 months before coming to this world.” said Y/N trying to look calm while her heart was trying to fight her way out of her chest. Kai wrapped his arms around her from behind , smiling at Grace who seemed a bit more interested in her PB&J now than in how to make babies. “So we can’t have a baby right now…” "Where are you going with this?“ he whispered. "I have no idea. You try it if you think its so easy.” she whispered back. "Um no.“ "Sure , now you don’t want to -” "Where do you get the seeds and the eggs ?“ "Your turn.” said Y/N taking a step away to get some pancakes. “What ?” Kai sighed. “There is this special place in both mommy and daddy’s bodies and when mommy and daddy love each other very very much , they um — play a game and the rest happens as if by magic.” Y/N closed her eyes unsure if she should laugh or glare at him. Technically the night they had made Grace they had played a game. Kai loved playing hide and seek with her and what they had done afterwards had been so magical , it was quite possible things had happened by magic. "Magic ?“ their daughter’s eyes lit up. "Yeah , it’s a very special , very magical game that mommy and daddy play -” "What kind of a game ?“ asked Grace taking another bite from her PB&J. Y/N slipped down the kitchen counter almost chocking on her pancakes. Kai turned towards her and almost grinned at her shocked face. He was just about to toss the ball back to her when the phone rang from the other room. "I um – I’ll go get that.” she muttered leaving Kai to explain the ‘game’ to their daughter. Kai tried to protest but it was too late - Y/N was already in the next room. How was he going to explain that to her ? There really wasn’t a way , not at this age anyways. He sighed , got his daughter her favourite pancakes and sat on the chair next to her. "It’s a special game you will figure out when you get older. Much older.“ he smiled at her. "C'mon , open your mouth. You will need lots of energy to play with your cousins.”
A couple of minutes later Grace ran out of the kitchen and Kai leaned against the door frame watching his wife talk on the phone with Caroline about the play date with his sister’s twinsies. Y/N turned around finding him there checking her out head to toe and he innocently pointed down at his boxers taking a slow step towards her. "Yeah so when are you coming to get her ? Ah-uh – “ she tried to focus but could barely utter a word. "Come on Y/N , lets play a game.” he pressed his lips against hers. “Lets go upstairs and make heretic babies - ” ‘No.’ she mouthed. “Yeah , I’ll tell her. Oh-kay , bye.” Kai snatched her phone from her hands , tossing it on the couch near by while slowly backing her against the wall. His eyes were fixed on hers while his hands snaked from her waist to her ass pulling her towards him. He bit his lip leaning in closer to her , noticing how her heart rate had increased dangerously. "Fifteen minutes.“ she whispered. "Hold on for fifteen minutes until Caroline comes to pick up Grace for the play date at the Boarding School… and Kai , you know we can’t actually – you know.” "What if we can?“ he thought out loud. "You saw Grace’s face - she wants a sibling and there is Klaus… What if we have the same loophole ? I am part witch , you are a witch - ” "I am all in for another kid -“ she said watching Kai’s eyes lit up.” - but if we had that loophole , don’t you think we would’ve found out by now?“ Kai sighed. Thought had crossed his mind but right now he was even more determined to find out if maybe things could work out in their favour. There was a chance , however small and as always he wanted to give his little girl what she wanted. He couldn’t help but always wanting her to have everything. "You want this , I want this and Grace – I think she wants it more than both of us together. Did you see her eyes when she asked?” "Yeah , I did. They were literally glowing.“ "Yes ! They were brighter than the sun - ” he smiled taking a step back a few seconds before Grace ran downstairs jumping directly into Y/N’s arms. "When are Lizzy and Josie coming ?“ asked their little daughter. "In 10 minutes. Come on , let’s go get you ready.” replied Y/N kissing her cheek. Kai watched the two most important people walk upstairs and a smile spread across his face. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to have not one but two people in his life who love him unconditionally and except every part of him. Not too long after that , Caroline showed up almost at the same time Y/N and Grace got downstairs. Kai hugged his little girl , making Caroline promise to take good care of his daughter during the day or else. Surprisingly after Kai and Y/N had gotten married and their daughter had been brought into the world , her friends had finally started seeing good in him. He wrapped his arms around his wife while both of them watched Caroline drive down the street for a few moments. As soon as they walked inside and the front door closed , Kai placed his hands on either side of her head pressing his body against hers from behind. They were going to have the entire day all to themselves and he could barely wait. With Grace in the house they couldn’t really do what they wanted to do and now- "Come on Y/N.“ he whispered in her ear , his breath tickling her skin. "Let’s play hide and seek. You hide , I’ll seek.” "Five minute head start ?“ "You can have 10 , I will still find you in 15 seconds.” he grinned , placing a wet kiss on her neck. “Go -” Kai closed her eyes do he doesn’t see where she goes , listening to her footsteps going away and above. No , bellow. What would she be doing hiding in the wine cellar? He waited , listening in to her walking , semi running and a few moments later he heard her whisper. "Come and get me.“
A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.
Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!
1.8k, Rated M for nipple.
She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.
His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.
Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.
Sometimes I go out to pull a few weeds and spend four and a half hours working in the yard. That’s an especially smart choice when I’m signed up for a race in the morning…and it’ll be my first run in over a month. It’s only a 5k, though. It’ll be fine… (at least that’s what I’m telling myself as I lie here lamenting the fact I’m an old lady with a sore back from spending my Friday night gardening–I swear I’ve always been such a cool person!) 🙄😉 On the plus side, I found gardening gloves that fit!! They’re children’s and have bees and ladybugs on them. 😂
The conference went well–Conner’s teacher is so nice! The husband and I snuck in a lunch date after! 😁 I had a bike ride and went to the library, too! It was a lovely day!
Also, sometimes watching the husband watch certain videos can be 1,000X funnier than any video he’s watching. Today he was watching one about some guy getting hit in the face by a bird while on a roller coaster. Hilarious. 😂😂😂
“Come over here and make me.” And do I even have to say the character? (TAEHYUNG, PLEASE, TAEHYUNG, ANYTHING WITH TAEHYUNG)
I’m picking someone to pair him with and it’s going to be cute and there’s nothing you can do about it also sorry it’s not Tahyung’s POV but it’s about him so there’s that whoops @thecheekybrunette
Yoongi purses his lips, catching himself just before he starts to tap his foot against the ground. “Taehyung,” it’s more a command than a name. “Get out of there.”
“Come over here and make me,” the younger laughs, jumping once more. He nearly loses his balance, but catches it at the last moment. Though falling wouldn’t have been the worst thing, it certainly would have been embarrassing; especially right now.
There’s lots of little kids who definitely don’t want to see a grown ass man on his ass in the bounce house.
Well. The kids and their parents.
(And if the kids did see him on his ass, they’d only start laughing at him, and Taehyung doesn’t know how much of that his pride can take.)
(It’s somewhere in between than having to wear high heels into a bar that one time–which he was fine with–and that other time he lost a bet and had to cut his own bangs.)
“Tae,” Yoongi sighs it this time, the name little more than a heaving breath from between his lips. His fingers curl into the netting along the outside of the inflatable castle. He’s hoping the primary blue coloration doesn’t wreck the intensity of his disapproving expression, but he doubts it when Taehyung starts to giggle at him.
He even gets the little kids giggling with him, the dick.
“I’m serious, Yoongi. I’m not getting out until you either get your butt in here or they deflate the darn thing,” he’s watching his language for the children, but Yoongi’s sure they already know what he’d wanted to say. As much as people like to think it, kids aren’t stupid.
Yoongi uncurls his fingers and starts to walk around the house, pausing at the entrance. Hoseok, the person who was supposed to be watching and making sure this kind of thing didn’t happen, just shrugs. “He offered to put one of the Limited Edition Black Friday Bear Bricks aside for me, Yoongs. What was I supposed to do?”
Hoseok snorts. “Yeah, sure. When he offers to get you something Kumamon, you just let me know how that whole ‘say no’ thing goes, okay?” He messes with the flap of the entrance, pausing to help a toddler exit and velcro her shoes before passing her off to her mother. “Anyway, are you getting in or what? Because you and I both know he’s not getting out unless someone drags him kicking and screaming. And if you’re the one who does it, he won’t be mad–he’d hold a grudge against the rest of us.”
Yoongi sighs. Hoseok isn’t wrong, but god does Yoongi wish he was. Yoongi bends down to undo the laces on his shoes, glaring at the ground while he works. Hoseok can’t make out what he says while he’s down there, but he can only guess what the grumbles actually are.
It takes another minute before Yoongi actually climbs into the monstrosity, feeling for the world like he’s being birthed backwards–it’s weird and he definitely doesn’t approve. Especially knowing he’ll have to go back out the way he came in. Ugg.
“Okay, Taehyung. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” The words, though Yoongi tries to be hard and commanding, come out in random breathy spurts. He hadn’t accounted for the uneven footing the bounce house would leave him with. So, rather than look intimidating, he’s stumbling around, voice pitching up and down with each undulation of the plastic beneath him.
To his credit, he doesn’t fall. But when he finally reaches Taehyung, the man just grins, leans in, and kisses his little nose.
And then jerks back and bounces to the other side of the castle.
The kids that watched the kiss are too grossed out to laugh, but the rest are gone, pitching into giggle fits at the look of irritation on Yoongi’s face.
“Taehyung!” Yoongi tries to turn quickly, but actually loses his balance this time, tripping over his own two feet (and, to be honest, a small child) and hitting the bottom of the castle. He keeps moving as the kids around him jump and scream in laughter, kiss long forgotten.
It’s then that Taehyung takes pity on his boyfriend, expertly crossing the bounce house to crouch beside Yoongi.
“Hey,” it’s quiet. Yoongi glares at him. “Hey, sorry. Need me to kiss it and make it better?”
“It’s plastic. I’m fine.”
“But what if I wanted to kiss you?” Taehyung moves easily as the kids bounce at their sides. Yoongi flounders to keep steady on his hands and knees, but there’s Taehyung. Crouching down and not looking troubled in the slightest.
“Tae. There are kids around.”
“Yeah, well. We all need to learn about lizards and larks at some point, right?”
Yoongi blinks. “First, it’s birds and bees and, second,” Yoongi lowers his voice. “We’re not having sex in the bounce house.”
Taehyung wrinkles his nose. “You take all the fun out of everything,” and he grabs Yoongi’s face and pulls him close, nipping his lips before pressing to them, hard.
The kids scream and fake-gag.
Soon enough, Taehyung and Yoongi are alone. They separate for air before Yoongi lurches forward, tackling Taehyung down to the floor of the bounce house, licking his way into Taehyung’s mouth even before they settle out.
Hoseok coughs into a fist, leaning in through the opening. “Excuse me, but we rented this under my name. Can you two not have public sex inside of it, please?”
Taehyung pulls away from the kiss, turning his head to grin at Hoseok, lips wet with spit.