this life is in your hands

Forbidden Love | Pt. 11

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Huffing loudly, you threw your phone to the other side of your bed and wrapped your arms around your legs, head leaning on your knees.

When will this harassment end? When will your pain come to an end? Will you suffer your life long? Will you ever going to be happy in your life?

You were sick of thinking about these questions whenever you were alone. It felt like they were hunting you no matter what you were doing.

Why are there people who enjoy to ruin the lives of other people? What do they get from it?

You lifted your head up the moment you felt two strong arms around your body.
“Everything okay, Jagiya?”

Smiling softly at him, you nodded as you leaned your head on his chest. “Mhm.. everything’s alright..”

“You sure?”

Wrapping your arms around his body, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah..”

You felt how he took a deep breath and placed a little kiss on your head. “Y/N, I know that you’re still getting those messages.”

You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. The hot tears were already forming in your eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

Shaking your head, you nuzzled further into the crook oh his neck. “Hoseok-ah, I can’t do this anymore..”

Your best friend leaned back a little bit and held your head in his soft and warm hands. “Then tell him, Y/N. Stop hiding it from him. I saw the way he looked at you when you told him that I’m your boyfriend. He looked really hurt, Y/N-ah..”

“How, Hoseok, how? How can I tell him that we were pretending last night, that you’re my best friend? How can I tell him I’m still in love with him? How can I tell him that I am getting threatened with the life of my son just so I can’t see his father, the love of my life?”

Looking down, you started fiddling with your fingers, the tears already rolling down your face. “I can’t do that, Hoseok-ah.. He would blame himself for everything and I don’t want that..”

“He’s already blaming himself for everything, Y/N.”

Your head shot up at your best friends words.

Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, Hoseok caressed your face while he looked into your eyes. “Look, Y/N. I don’t know what kind of a person Jimin is. But when I saw him yesterday, sitting at the ground while he looked so broken and hurt, I knew that he loves you more than anything in this world. You both deserve to be happy. Think about Jihyun. Okay, he thinks I’m your boyfriend but he knows that I’m not his father. You shouldn’t take him away from his father. That would be unfair for him and for Jimin..”

You leaned your forehead against his chest and mumbled in between your sobs. “I miss him so much, Hobi.. My heart broke into million pieces when I saw him like that yesterday.. The way he looked at his own son, the way he walked out of the apartment when I said that you were my boyfriend.. I don’t think I can stand this anymore, Hoseok-ah..”

You heard a little chuckle from your best friend. “Then tell him everything, pabo. You both shouldn’t be suffering because of someone stupid who is threatening you through messages. We both know that the person can’t do anything, I will not allow it!”

Wrapping your arms around his neck as tightly as you could, you placed multiple kisses on his cheek. “Thank you so much, Hobi! I’m so glad that I have you in my life!”

Pushing you away jokingly, he scrunched his face. “Eww, stop kissing my precious face like that!”

Now smiling at you softly, he nodded his towards your phone once. “Call him.”

Nodding hesitantly, you reached out for your phone and typed Jimin’s name in your contact list.

Intertwining your hand with your best friend’s, you waited until you heard the voice you longed for so long.

“Hello?”

The minute you heard his voice, your grip around Hoseok’s hand tightened and you closed your eyes. “H-Hello, Jimin.”

“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Jihy-”

“No! No, don’t worry, everything is okay. I.. I just wanted to hear your voice..”

“W-What?”

“Yesterday, when I told you the reason why I left three years ago, I didn’t tell you everything, Jimin. There is still something that I need to tell you..”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“The main reason why I left isn’t because of my heart problem, Jimin. It’s because of your ex-wife…”

“W-What? Y/N, I don’t understand what your trying to say-”

“Hara threatened me with the life of our son, Jimin. That’s the main reason why I left..”

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13. SLUMBERING POWER

I come seeking help… regarding this power that has been handed down over time… Prayer will awaken my power to seal Ganon away… or so I’ve been told all my life. And yet… grandmother heard them- the voices from the spirit realm. And mother said her own power would develop within me. But I don’t hear… or feel anything! Father has told me time and time again… he always says, “quit wasting your time playing at being a scholar!” Curse you! I’ve spent every day of my life dedicated to praying! I’ve pleaded to the spirits tied to the ancient gods… and still the holy powers have proven deaf to my devotion. Please just tell me… what is it? What’s wrong with me?

anonymous asked:

Going down to the garage expecting to find Bucky there but it's just you and all the cars. You see his motorcycle and go over to sit down on it and start to grind against the seat, thinking about how hot it would be if Bucky fucked you on it, softly moaning his name. Little do you know, Bucky is watching you get yourself off from the door way. He makes himself known to you as soon as you start to get off the motorcycle. "Uh uh, doll. Stay there" he growls, stalking towards you

You freeze, his voice like ice water down your back. He had seen you. Seen you moaning, seen you calling his name your body doing the same. He stalks over to you in a mere two steps. He stands behind you, hands going to the handlebars as he cages you between his arms. You feel you heart race, sweat prickling at the nape of your neck. 

“Tell me what you were thinking about” the request is clear despite his low voice. 

“Buc-” you start to protest but when he presses a kiss behind your ear your words die. 

“Tell me” he empathises his words with a soft bite of you skin. 

“You. I was thinking of you.” your words are quiet but by the smirk against your skin you knew he heard you. 

“What was I doing?” he whispers. 

You lick your suddenly dry lips and take a deep breath. “Fucking me on this bike” 

A deep chuckle brings goosebumps across your skin. “I knew you were kinky”. 

You don’t respond, instead a soft blush rising on your cheeks. He let’s go on the handlebar and fishes through his pocket for something. It’s not until he’s put it in the ignition that you realise it was the key. The bike doesn’t roar to life, it purrs. The vibrations move across your already wet core and you can’t help but roll your hips. He moves and sits behind you, you immediately lean into his sold chest. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to cum with her first” you tilt your head curiously but then he moves the throttle and you know which ‘her’ he’s talking about. 

“and then, you’re going to cum with me” his metal hand moves down to your skirt brushing your core before returning to the handle bar. “Get moving, doll-” he whispers in your ear “- she’s impatient” 

Sinful Sunday™

World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

Part 1

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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Worlds Away - Ch 1

Originally posted by itschiminie

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Online Dating!AU (Fluff, Angst, Smut)

Word Count: 3.5k

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.


You bust through the door of your apartment, if you had swung the door open any harder in your haste you would have torn it off it’s hinges. You threw your keys and bag on the floor in the entryway, and made a beeline for your desk where your laptop had been sitting. 

As you waited for your laptop to awaken, you checked your appearance briefly. Making yourself look as presentable as possible after a long day at work.

You mindlessly drummed your fingers on the desk as the butterflies in your stomach became relentless. You heard the whoosh of Skype opening through the speakers on your laptop and immediately sat up straight, excitement of seeing your long time boyfriend for the first time in a week.

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Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident.  The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”

Requested: yes

Warnings: divorce, delivery problems

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.

Part 2

Originally posted by growgardens

Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)

“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.

“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.”  You explain playing around with your wedding ring.

“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.

“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.

“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”

Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.

“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.

You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.


After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.

“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.”  You say feeling tears fall down your face.

“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”


After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.

You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.

“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.

After a few more rings, she answers.

“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.

“Gemma” you breathe out.

“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.

“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”

“I will be right over.  You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.

“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.


Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.

After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”

“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.

“Yes, let’s do this.”

When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.

“I got you a room.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.

As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.

“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.

“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.

“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.

“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.

“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.

“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”

“Thank you” Harry says politely.

After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”

“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”

As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.

“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.

“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.

“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.

“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.

“What, what does that mean?” He asks.

“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”

“What if we-“

“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”

It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.

“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.

“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.

“Love” Harry tries to say.

“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.

“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.

“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.

“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.

“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”

And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.

They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.

“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child.  And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.

“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”

After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.

Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”

“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”

“They are okay?” He asks.

“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.

“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.

Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.

“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.

“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.

“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”

Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.

Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”

“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”

“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.

“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.

“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.

“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.

“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.


A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!

Dreams

Summary: When Meg possesses Sam, she lets a couple of his secrets out.

Warnings: Wincest, dirty talk (I guess?)

Word Count: 1800

A/N: I love me some desperate first time Wincest. Enjoy! XOXO

Sam’s still in the bathroom.

It’s become Sam’s habit to stay in the bathroom until he thinks Dean’s fallen asleep. Or to stay out, needing to grab some food or something. Or to just not say anything at all, just disappear from the room and come sneaking in once the lights are off.

Anything to keep from talking about it.

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Neighbours (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore

A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!


When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’
He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him.
Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger.
Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things.
‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled.
Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age.
He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly?
He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body.
‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’
Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her.
‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked.
The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment.
‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’
Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest.
‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said.
‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’
He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment.
‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’

Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) : 

(my masterlist : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/masterlist)

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-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you. 

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ? 

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice : 

-No.

Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid. 

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore. 

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…

-…You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter. 

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help. 

-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do  you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a  little. Here. Better. 

-You’re already doing a lot my boy. 

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. 

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Movie Night Part 4

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2775

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) bite marks, fingering, slight oral, mention of a blow job. Fluff, yucky love stuff.

A/N: HJM, thank you so much for your request. I liked it a lot and I really hope I did it justice and brought your idea to life!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

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Click. Click. Click.

You blew out a frustrated breath and dropped your pen before the clicking drove you crazy. The stupid nervous tic had started about an hour ago as you stared at the e-mails in front of you.

Tony was not going to like what Secretary Ross had to say about the Singapore mission. The United Nations wasn’t very happy either.

You propped your elbows on your desk and lowered your head into your hands. You pressed your thumbs into your temples and tried to will the headache away.

Think happy thoughts.

Bucky popped into your head. A small smile played on your lips. He had left you with plenty to think about the night before he left for Singapore with the team.

Whoever said that romance was dead, clearly had never been with Bucky Barnes.

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I can’t believe I forgot how much more I hate men in Ramadan than I do in the rest of the year. @my Muslim guy followers, respect the women in your lives in Ramadan. We don’t owe you anything and yet we carry all of Ramadan’s responsibilities on our shoulders. The very absolute least you can do is respect the work we do, and maybe give us a hand. And that’s the very least you can do. The very damn least. Worry for yourselves, because God is Al-Hakam, The Just & The Giver of Justice, and if the women in your lives choose to forgive you, God may not.

A thought I come back to about the idea of Keith hypothetically “turning purple” is like…

Entirely besides the issue of Keith having self-esteem issues or acceptance issues or such, there’s a whole angle of…

It’s kind of like if you had spent your entire life without any mirrors, with your body covered from the neck down, and one day someone actually hands you a mirror and “Wait am I a redhead? I have freckles? Is my nose really shaped like that?”

Because that’s just it. We know Keith has some amount of galra heritage. We also know the galra are kind of a highly diverse species.

Appearance is, for better and for worse, an element of identity. There’s all manner of well-meaning platitudes of beauty is only skin-deep and inside we’re all the same or some such but honestly- there are things that become meaningful to us because they are traits about the body that we inhabit. It’s a little ridiculous that we wouldn’t in some way be affected by our appearance. We sorta live here.

So entirely outside of Keith dealing with sentiments brought to the surface- his feeling like an outsider, his fear of rejection- Keith being able to actually take a good look at himself for probably the first time in his life and go “…this is me?”

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A dua on the first of Ramadaan:
By Naadira Chhipa
To the widow who is experiencing her first Ramadaan alone.I know the pain stabs at your heart as you remember the last Ramadaan that past.The memories and love of those beautiful years spent together will always be in your heart.You will remember him at every Suhoor and every Iftaar, you will remember him with every bite of food you eat as you recall his favourites.You will remember him in his Kurta getting ready to leave for taraweeh.You will always remember him until Allah reunites you with him in the gardens of Jannah.May Allah grant you ease and peace.Ameen.

To the sister who is experiencing her first Ramadaan after nikkah.I know you are nervous and you want to make sure your loving husband and his family are pleased with you so you try to do your best to accommodate and make everybody comfortable even though you feel a little ‘out of place’ or nervous.Remember Allah has blessed you with a house which you will make a home and a wonderful husband who acknowledges your efforts and is grateful to Allah for you.May Allah grant you warmth, acceptance, unity, peace, love, barakaah and happiness within your marriage and your home.Ameen.

To the sister who was recently divorced.This will be a very difficult first Ramadaan after your divorce.You may still be angry, disturbed and hurt yet you will heal.This month will heal your body, mind and soul.Allah will bless you with peace and happiness again.The sun will shine once again giving you hope, warmth and light in your life.Be strong and soldier on.May Allah grant you ease, happiness, hope and strength.Ameen.

To the mother who lost her child.This Ramadaan will be one of many tears, unfulfilled hopes and dreams.You will feel empty and alone but remember Allah knows and he is closer to you than your jugular vein so take comfort in that.Allah is with you at all times and your little one is awaiting your arrival in Jannah, eternal bliss.May Allah grant your heart patience, hope, strength and comfort.Ameen.

To the brother who lost his family in a car crash recently.You are still in state of shock and disbelief as you wake up alone for suhoor and search the house for those warm smiles and noisy laughter.Your tears do no justice as you cannot understand why your wife and three children were taken from you within a blink of an eye. Allah sees your tears and knows your fears.Allah has your place reserved in a beautiful home in Jannah with your family.Take comfort and seek refuge in the love of Allah for this world is temporary.Ameen.

To the elderly parents who are alone as their children have moved out and have lives of their own.I know you feel lonely and the quite house haunts your heart but remember that you are blessed to have each other and Allah is with you every step of the way.You may yearn for those days and years that were chaotic and busy as you were raising your children but now it is your time to reconnect with your creator and immerse yourself in ibaadah.May Allah grant you barakah, mercy, peace, contentment and happiness.Ameen.

To those people who are burdened by huge debts, to those people who are in financial crisis and to those people who are sleeping on the cold pavements this Ramadaan.Remember Allah tests those he loves the most, you may have nothing in this world but everything in the hereafter.May Allah grant you barakah, ease, peace and mercy.Ameen.

To all those brothers and sisters who are sick and ailing this Ramadaan.May Allah grant you complete shifa of the body, mind and soul.May all your sins be washed away with every pain you suffer.Ameen.

To the world this Ramadaan.Remember all your brothers, sisters and the entire Ummah as you raise your hands and make dua.Remember to be kind, generous and caring to your family as well as those you meet for you know not of the internal battles they fight.May Allah grant you happiness, peace, barakaah and mercy in this blessed month of Ramadaan and for the rest of your life in this world and the hereafter.Ameen.

—  Naadira Chippa
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A/N: Part II of this Imagine. I also put a request from @dreamwalker08 in there. It just worked together perfectly. Enjoy!

Words: 1958
Warnings: violence, smut (on the battlefield)

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You’re the Tony Rydinger to my Violet Parr

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2171

Requested by anonymous: Hello! Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has invisibility and force field powers but is super shy at peter’s school and one day she gets bullied and Peter saves her and when he’s Spider-Man she saves him and he falls in love with her plz and thanks 😋 

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Please let us know if you have any feedback, positive or negative. I had fun writing this one. :) I thought of Violet from “The Incredibles”, hence the title lol 


 You crouched down, hiding by the convenience store across the street from the bank that was in the middle of being robbed. Three men were inside, shoving cash into large black duffel bags. They all were clad in black, complete with stereotypical ski masks. You took a deep breath, slowing your thumping heart and felt a slight chill run from the tips of your toes all the way up to your scalp. You glanced down, unable to see your hands or legs. You smiled a little as your confidence surged, glad you were finally gaining more control of your powers. You had them your whole life, but the only control you had over them was to keep them a secret; never using them. But, ever since you saw Spider-Man online one night, when you were supposed to be studying for your calculus exam the next day, you knew you could use your obscuration ability to help him out, even if you were invisible to him.

You saw the robbers you were observing dash out of the bank, each of them carrying duffel bags full of cash. You felt your heart skip a beat, suddenly feeling anxious as your mind began to race through every single worse case scenario. Hey, you told yourself, it’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. You imagined your mind as a whiteboard and yourself wiping all of your thoughts away, and with one more deep breath, and held your arm out, concentrating. Moving targets were always the hardest. You imagined a giant bubble enclosing the robbers, keeping them contained. Only, this bubble didn’t pop. You heard one of the guys yell, making the other three halt, spinning on their heels to see what was going on.

One of the men was in the middle of the sidewalk, pounding on an imaginary barrier like a mime. Except you knew he wasn’t miming. Your force field only caught one of the men. You winced at the pain the captured man was causing you; if anyone hit your shields, it was a like someone was slamming a hammer against your skull. You kept up the shield and raised your other hand, trapping the three other men in another bubble before they could run to assist their pal. All three of the men crashed into the wall of their bubble falling to the ground and the resulting pain causing you to yelp and drop your shields. You moaned as the pain subsided, rubbing your temple.

“What the heck was that?” One of the men yelled, turning this way and that to try to see a source of the mysterious boundaries. You felt your heartbeat and adrenaline pick up again, making your knees shake. You glanced down, you were still invisible. Well, partially; one arm was exposed. You were glad you decided to hide in the shadows, just in case this happened. You exhaled, a chill running down your arm as it turned invisible. As your arm disappeared, an odd swishing sound ripped through the air. You lifted your head up, toward the source.

The one and only Spider-Man was crouched on top of a street light, hands extended as he launched web after web at the bad guys, trapping them to the ground. You stared in awe, admiring how swift he was, the vivid color of his suit, the way his biceps bulged under the constraint of the near skin-tight uniform… You shook your head, stepping out of the shadows and dashing across the street to meet your idol, keeping your steps as light and silent as you could. Spider-Man froze, his head cocked to the side like he was listening. You had reached him when he stopped webbing up the bad guys, so you froze too, a few feet behind him. For some reason, you felt incredibly nervous all of the sudden, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break your ribs. Spider-Man turned around, facing you. You gasped a little and double-checked that your invisibility was still functional. Spider-Man stared in your direction. Did he see you?

“Hello?” Spider-Man called out, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Your vocal cords froze. You just stood there, three feet in front of Spider-Man, invisibility powers concealing you. After an eternity, Spider-Man called out again, but when he got no response, he sighed and turned, flinging a web toward the building in front of him.

“Good job, Spidey,” You heard him say, “You’re just hearing things. Thanks, Spider-sense, for giving me a heart attack.” He swung away, leaving you in front of the bank, the four bad guys trying to fight their way out of their sticky situation. You sighed, feeling warmth seep into your skin as you switched your invisibility powers off. The sound of the four robbers screaming like little girls when they saw someone suddenly appear out of thin air made you jump and unconsciously switch you invisibility back on, making them scream even louder. You ran toward your place, done with fighting villainy for the night.

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That Little Girl

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (]platonic)

Request: anonymous: Could you write something where Rumlow had a daughter that they had the winter soldier protect and they gave her certain trigger words that disable the soldier mode incase he lost control? Since he’s dead now and she’s still a minor she runs away to find the avengers and gets the trigger words to them to help Bucky. He remembers her and how as a child she would sneak him snacks and how kind she was to him. The team ends up keeping her since she’s a kid with no place to go.

A/N: I find this fic really cute, the idea was great so the story turned out great. Thank you anaon! I am too tired to write ANYTHING anymore, so I’ll just stop. I didn’t wanna use google translate so I sneaked in some hindi in this fic. Please overlook any mistake I couldn’t edit that much. Hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of being captive, being sedated, cells.

Word Count: 1696

Originally posted by coporolight

It was a usual day for him, for the winter soldier. After being stitched back together and being given the necessary to keep him just alive, he was thrown in his cell again. he didn’t struggle, struggling just made it worse. Struggling was of no use.

He looked up the window from where the moonlight or the sunlight would seep through sometimes, clinking his metal fingers against the bars so the biting silence which waited with its jaws open wouldn’t hurt so much. He was looking down, drumming his fingers when he couldn’t feel the light on his eyes. He looked up and found a child looking curiously at him. why wasn’t she scared?

‘are you the winter soldier?’ she tilted her head and looked at him with her curious (y/e/c) eyes. He was too tired to function, and he wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone, he kept mum and gave her a glare. ‘you have very pretty eyes’ she sat down cross legged and smiled at him. this was new.

‘go away.’ Was all he said.

‘it’s hot, are you hot?’ she asked unaffected by tone which was used with her. boy was he, they never gave him cold water, and the suit didn’t help either. ‘here, I got you an ice cream cone.’ She offered him the bright wrapper treat. He was always on a strict diet, he really wanted to take it, some voice inside him said he had really liked such sweet treats.

‘I can’t.’ He said almost grimly and looked down. ‘go away, or they will hurt me.’ he muttered and then looked at her. ‘you too, maybe.’

‘they won’t, please take it. you will fell nice and cool-‘she heard footsteps and quickly handed it to him. ‘sit in’ she pointed. ‘that corner, they won’t be able to see you there’ she said. ‘bye, wintey!’ she chirped and ran away.

It was an alien experience for him, he wasn’t used to such….. warmth. He hesitated a little but picked the cone up and unwrapped it. And that’s how the winter soldier had an ice-cream for the first time in decades.

Her visits became more frequent, and he wasn’t complaining. She was sweet, she would talk to him, crack weird jokes, bring him snacks, braid his hair, tell him stories, give him drawings of herself and him. it was all nice, he was feeling again. affection does that.

She came back and he eagerly walked to the window, almost forgetting his broken rib. But it didn’t matter, she was here, what was her name..? he didn’t care. He went there and received a little kiss on his cheek, it was the first time she had done that. She fixed her hairband and ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.

‘you look very happy, ___’ he looked at her.

‘yeah-‘before she could finish she was picked up by someone. It was Rumlow, he recognized him at once.

‘you slimy, sick, bastard, how dare you even talk to my daughter!’ he growled. Bucky’s ‘handlers’ busted in the room. everything happened so quick, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it all. She was being taken away from him, he struggled, he couldn’t let the little happiness he had left go away. He punched, he kicked but soon; he couldn’t. he was sedated.

  ‘he’s a bad man, sweetie.’ Rumlow started to walk away and rubbed her back soothingly. Her eyes were fixed on bucky’s and his on her. ‘wintey’ she mouthed with a hint of tears in her eyes. With the last of his strength, he shouted, he called out her name.

‘(Y/N)!!’ bucky shouted and sat up in his bed. he wiped the sweat and realized it was a dream, a repressed memory that found its way back to him. the memory of her, of (y/n), sweet, little, kind (y/n).

You were here, standing in front of the avengers’ base. you wanted to go, you wanted to help him, you wanted to expiate for what your father had done. But you couldn’t find the strength. After a lot of chaos, you made you way to the gates.

‘for him.’ you thought. ‘you were stopped by the guard. ‘I-I am Brock Rumlow’s daughter’ you said with great difficulty and the guard’s eyes gre wide. ‘I am here to help.’ You said and he was quick to make a call.

A call had set everything in a quick motion. What was it? bucky thought. A new mission? A new problem? Nobody would explain him. just pass away after giving him a soft expression.

You were standing in front on earth’s mightiest heroes, while they studied you. you hadn’t felt this conscious in your rugged clothes before.

‘I didn’t know he had a daughter.’ Clint broke the silence as he breathed.

‘he kept it off records, he knew the system quite well.’ Natasha said.

‘kid, we won’t hurt you, but before you tell us more about those codes you talked about, can you tell us how you got here?’ tony asked as he stepped forwards and looked at you. you too a deep breath and nodded.

‘i-I ran away. Dad was the only family member I had. With him gone… I couldn’t take it so I ran away. I don’t know how or what to feel about him. I just want to help,’ you looked up at them. ‘expiate for what my father did.’

‘it’s very brave of you (y/n)’ bruce smiled at you. it indeed was very brave for a teenage girl like you to travel such a great distance all by yourself.

‘where is he?’ you asked. Tony nodded and called steve.

Steve grabbed bucky’s arm and gave him an assuring smile, bucky returned it but he was scared, were they going to do something to him? he shook that thought away and got ready for whatever it was.

Bucky stopped when he saw the girl standing in front of him, same (y/e/c) eyes but less curious and more tired, (y/h/c) still shiny and what they seemed like soft, the same complexion just a little darker because of all the sun you must have been in. it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be you.

‘bucky, this is (y/n).’ steve said and he didn’t care what else he had to say. It was (y/n), his little companion (y/n). the sweet little, but not so little now, (y/n).

‘(y/n)?’ he breathed and you nodded with a familiar smile. ‘(y/n)!’ he moved closer to you and sounded happy. The avengers were very confused at this sight. Bucky wasn’t one to smile, how could he grin like that on seeing the girl?

‘wintey.’ You said rather sheepishly and he scrunched his nose. ‘how are you?’ you tilted your head in the same way.

‘very happy.’ He replied. ‘me too’ you said. ‘why are you here?’ he asked.

‘to help you.’ you answered. ‘your programming, I can undo it. you were once sent to protect me. I had a code which could bring you to the ‘neutral’ state if you were to lose control.’ You explained and everyone listened carefully.

‘buck, do you wanna do it?’ steve asked. Codes. The words did something to him he couldn’t explain. He was scared but it was you, you wouldn’t hurt him, would you?

‘I do.’ bucky looked steve in the eyes and then looked at you. ‘you won’t hurt me. I just know.’ He said and you nodded.

‘it’s a very powerful code and it was made in hindi. you might feel dizzy or faint.’ You said and he nodded understandingly. ‘okay.’ You smiled and took in a sharp breath. Everyone took a defensive position without looking too obvious.

‘dard.’ You said and his breathing hitched. ‘dost.’ He felt something flooding back to him. ‘vardi.’ He sat down, breathing heavily and steve and others stood by him. ‘loha.’ He felt a sting. ‘insan.’ Everything around him started spinning. ‘andhera.’ There wasn’t enough oxygen. ‘aatman.’ His eyes started to close. ‘shaanti.’ His eyes closed and you stood close to him.

‘what happened?! Is he okay!?’ steve asked and everyone looked at you.

‘he is. Let him sleep. he will wake up, things will start getting better.’ You smiled at him and lightly patted his hand.

17 hours. It took him 17 hours to wake up. steve greeted him with a tired smile when he rose from his bed.

‘how do you feel?’ steve asked.

‘light.’ Bucky replied after thinking a little. He rubbed his face ‘what happened?’

‘when (y/n) said the last word-‘

‘where’s she?’ he asked as the memory came back to him.

‘oh, here for now, sleeping on the floor in the living room.’ he replied and scoffed. ‘weirdly cute kid, said everything else was-‘

‘too soft.’ He interrupted and steve nodded. he quickly made his way to find you. upon reaching the common room he found you peacefully curled up on the floor with your old backpack. He ran to your side and sat down next to you. god, you had grown so much.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up to face him. your father had trained you well.

‘oh, it’s you.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘yeah, it’s wintey.’he grinned and you chuckled.

‘I was a kid.’ You muttered.

‘you kinda still are.’ He shrugged.

‘not really,’ you stood up and he followed. ‘I have to be all grown up now.’ You gave him a tight smile and hung your bag. ‘bye, I gotta go, was just waiting to see if you are okay. I hope you have a great life-‘

‘nuh-uh. You are not leaving me again. you’re not going anywhere.’ He pointed. ‘but-‘

‘you can stay here, kiddo.’ Steve was leaning against the door frame. ‘we got plenty of rooms.’

‘thank you. but i-‘ you couldn’t speak anymore for bucky had pulled you in a tight embrace. When was the last time you got a hug?

‘nope, not going anywhere.’ He mumbled in your hair.

‘thanks.’ Your muffled voice came out. He pulled away and had a grateful look. ‘thank you,’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘for everything you did.’ he ruffled your hair.

Speak Softly, Love (2)

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Part 1

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You woke to the feeling of soft kisses being feathered down the side of your face, across your closed eyelids and your nose. 

You hummed, content with your current position in Sehun’s arms, with his bare body pressed against your own.

“Baby, I have to leave,” you heard him whisper. You opened your eyes to look at him. The the way the moonlight shone on Sehun was one of your favourite things. He was undeniably beautiful.

“I don’t want you to go,” you mumbled, holding onto him tighter resulting in him doing the same. The hardest part of being with Sehun was the time when he had to leave you.

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Stay Professional! Pt. 11

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 (Part 12 will be a continuation!)

Summary: Jungkook desperately tries to fix his mistakes. Whether it be through his irresistibly sweet speeches or something a little more, you were bound to fall under his spell again. 

A/N: Yes I am back! Did y’all miss me? 😘 I honestly think the mothers are the best characters ever tbh (ultimate wingwoman goals). Sorry I didn’t update for so long- I had my Semester 1 exams :) As always, feedback is appreciated! 

Jungkook knew that there was nothing he could do. So why did it feel like he was waiting for a miracle to occur? He rhythmically tapped on the dark mahogany table with his slender finger, tension built up to his shoulders. He felt as though he was going to snap at any given moment. And he hated the feeling. He couldn’t stand the nausea that bestowed upon him when he thought about you. At least he knew he fucked up this time.

“Jungkook, may I come in?” A familiar voice interrupted his toxic thoughts. He quickly glanced in the direction of the elegant voice and a small smile of relief spread across his lips.

“Of course mother.” He gave her a nod of affirmation before standing up to greet her properly.

“You’re probably wondering what brings me here.” She smiled warmly at him and closed the door behind her before seating herself across Jungkook’s table.

“Sit, son. We have some talking to do.” She spoke in a gentle tone- but Jungkook was beyond intimidated. He felt like he was 4 years old again, getting lectured and scolded. But this time it was worse because it wasn’t Jimin lecturing him, it was Jungkook’s actual mother- whom before had no time to do that.

He gulped noticeably loud before looking behind his mother’s shoulder and he avoided her gaze completely.

“Is it possible for us to do this tomorrow? I’m really not feeling good today.” He confessed and his mother raised an eyebrow.

“Did you think I was here to lecture you?”

There was a small pause that intensified Jungkook’s childish fear. Despite being a grown man, Jungkook didn’t deal with authorities well because it was abnormal to have people of higher status than him.

“You’re not wrong my darling but that’s not my main intention. I’m here as a mother today. How about we sort things out together?” She suggested in a sweetened voice and gently placed her hand on top of Jungkook’s and his trembling stopped.

“As you may also be aware, I wasn’t very happy when I found out that Y/N left the company. I assumed it was because of you- you do have a reputation for firing assistants quite regularly so I wasn’t surprised. But she had so much potential and she brought out the best in you so I was generally upset when you fired her. Not to mention, you looked so much happier with her around.”

“For one, I didn’t fire her. She left because Jimin offered her a job at his company. He told her that she was a burden to me and so she left.”

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 8

Prompt: When the world is invaded and your world is turned upside down, you’re forced to make a choice that will rule your future

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven



The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.

   “It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.

   You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”

   “You shouldn’t have to know.”

   You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”

   He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”

   You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.

   “As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”

   You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.

   “Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”

   “Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.

   Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”

   “Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

   Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”

   There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”

Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”

You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”  

Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.

You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”

You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”

“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.

When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”

You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”

Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.

You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.

   This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.

   A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”

   “How amazing it felt to be out there.”

   Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”

   You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”

   Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”

   Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”

   “You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”

   You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”

   Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”

   “Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.

   You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”

   You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.

   The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.

   You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”

   You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.