two years of growing

anonymous asked:

big brother andrew, a long time ago i messaged you about kissing a pretty girl for the first time and you were so sweetly happy for me. right now i'm in bed next to her with our cats at my feet in our apartment and it's our two year anniversary this week. i'm so glad we're all still growing.

Congratulations, darling sibling. You deserve this joy and this adventure and this love and this life. Thank you for sharing more of it with me.

anonymous asked:

This has probably been asked before, but what are all of the characters' heights? :)

We did put out an explanation of that a little while back. Here’s what it was~

“Since the game takes place over about two years the characters’ heights aren’t consistent, they grow over time. This is tallest the each character gets in the game:

Jeremy: 5 feet, 5.5 inches
Everett: 5 feet, 7 inches
Adrian: 5 feet 7.3 inches
Nate: 5 feet, 8.5 inches
JB: 5 feet, 9 inches
Shiloh: 5 feet, 10 inches
Lucas: 5 feet, 10.7 inches
Bae: 5 feet, 11.5 inches
Pran: 6 feet, 2 inch
Kam: 6 feet, 2.2 inches

Jeremy and Adrian don’t reach their full adult height until they’re in their 20s, though.”

Thank you for the question :>!

ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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Trans Day of Visibility!

My name is Kal (he/him). Two years ago I came out to all my family and friends. A lot has changed in those twenty-four months: a name, a voice, a smile — a perspective, among other things. I like to think who I am has not changed, but more how much of myself I share and how am with others. I’m the same as before, except I’m more honest.

I still carry sadness and find myself still dissatisfied with my form, my state of mind, my living situation. I suppose that means I have more growing to do.

Two years down, one lifetime ahead.

“もういっかい。”

3rd year Ace Hinata and his setter BF like to stay after practice for some extra one-on-one tosses ( ̄︶ ̄;)  

fullmooninthenightsky  asked:

Hey, I read you answered questions on witchcraft and I'm just about starting out on being a witch and I'm just kinda lost. How do I find out what kind of a witch I am, for example? And what about room decor, plants, drying herbs, crystals, sigils and others? How do I even start being a witch?Do you have any websites or blogs (or tips?) that could help me out? Thank you ♡ x

Hi there!

You find out what kind of witch you are, by deciding what kind of witchcraft you want to practice. Most people just choose what they want to be, based off what they like, what they feel drawn to, or just what they want to do. [Here] is a list of types of witches that might inspire you / help you get started on finding a type of magic you want to work with first. This list is not extensive, and what you choose you aren’t stuck with forever - you can try other things, combine things, whatever you want to do! Witchcraft is super personal, and it’s all for you, by you. You also don’t need to confine your magic to any singular label; you can choose more than one to work with.

I picked sigil magic to start with, for example, because it seemed easy, and I knew I could draw; it also required very little supplies, and it also honestly seemed the least likely to backfire. xD My craft eventually evolved into eclectic magic, because I began using a bit of everything else (crystals, herbs, candles, etc.) in my magic to get what I needed.

As for room decor, that’s up to you. You don’t need it, though. You don’t need to *look* witchy to *be* witchy. If you need to be on the down low about your magic, you don’t have to draw huge pentacles on your walls or wear all black or anything like that to still have magic work. What makes you a witch or magic user is what’s inside you, not around you (it can help but, you know, not required). But, if you want to make your room look “witchy,” whatever that means to you, go right for it. But I don’t think it will impact your magic in any way. (I don’t view altars / magical work spaces as decor - they are more than just decorations.)

In regards to plants, it’s another case of if you want to. All my herbs I get pre-dried in grocery stores and bulk stores, because I can’t grow plants worth squat. I’ve taken fresh herbs from grocery stores, actually, that’s a lie, but they were already grown, and I just hung them in my window to dry them. If you want to try growing your own herbs, feel free, but it isn’t necessary - pre-dried and store bought have worked perfectly for me for the last two years. (I also don’t know anything about growing herbs or gardening, so you’d need to go elsewhere for those answers.)

Working with crystals and sigils are optional - they can prove beneficial, but if you don’t want to do that, you don’t need to. 

Working with *anything* is optional, when you get right down to it - all these things, candles, herbs, crystals, are just amplifiers and focuses for magic. You can perform witchcraft with just your own body, energy, and intent. You just need to know how. (P.S. [energy work] is how.)

Doing your own research will never go amiss, let me tell you that right now. I know it can seem daunting, and you don’t know where to start, but seriously, just a Google search of “witchcraft crystal magic” or “witchcraft sigil magic” can pull up a lot of information and give you more ideas of where to go that you can follow on your own. (I really recommend specifying “witchcraft” when searching on the internet, because you might get a lot of pop culture links that just aren’t relevant, or a variety of other articles that might not be applicable.)

You start being a witch by deciding you want to be a witch. Boom, congratulations, welcome to witchcraft! :D From there, it’s going to be a lot of research. Research will help you determine more about witchcraft in general, and from there you can decide what you want to do with it. Once you have an idea of things you might want to try - working with crystals, herbs, sea magic, etc. - you can do more focused research on those topics. 

Once you have an idea of what you want to do, try it out. Give some things a shot and practice. Write down what you try, so if it doesn’t work or things go wrong, you can look back and think “what if I try this instead?.” and then try it. It really is all about experimentation. You will make mistakes, spell may not work - it is something that has happened to us all, and likely will again. Nothing is perfect and neither is magic. Don’t be daunted, though - you are new to it, it will take some time to get the hang of and build your confidence up. Just stay positive, and remember that mistakes are learning experiences, and help define you more as witch. Never give up. The magic is inside you, you just need to find the right way to work with it. 

Here are some more posts on starting with witchcraft:

Some of my favorite blogs:

@breelandwalker @oldmotherredcap @fuckyeahpaganism
@recreationalwitchcraft @maddiviner @cunningcelt @witchtips
@teapartyforthewitches @sigilathenaeum @orriculum @magpiesmagicnest
@the-darkest-of-lights @witchy-infobook @thepaganstudygrouppage
@spooniewitches @lowspoonswitchcraft @neurowitchcraft @neurodwitches
@witchy-words  @urbanspellcraft @witchsaves @thewitchlessons
@thewitchingour @witchy-woman @violetwitchcraft @spiritvexer
@the-ram-witch @theoryofmagick @low-budget-witches @witchoncampus
@phoenyxoftheashes @cosmic-witch @phaesphore @stormbornwitch  
@stormwaterwitch @witchglitch @cladinscarlet @smokeandblueroses  
@darkwoodswitch @alsowitchcraft @nightkunoichi @stsathyre
@witchofkeys @witchy-tips @witchy-businesss @thiscrookedcrown
@herbs-and-spells @herbs-and-journals @belladonnaswitchblog
@the-atypical-pagan @thepunkgreenwitch @liberumbrarum
@upthewitchypunx @queerkitchenwitch @lavenderspells @witchcraftings
@broomcorner @modern-witchcraft @themoonmysteries
@idontusemycauldrons

Long post, but yeah, I hope that helps you! If you have any more questions, I’ll do what I can to help you. :)

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 1

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

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,061
Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.

also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1

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You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”

When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.

So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”

Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.

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Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton’s children in their father’s films ‘Alice in Wonderland’ (2010), ‘Dark Shadows’ (2012) and ‘Big Eyes’ (2014)

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 6

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

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,692
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.

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A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.

For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.

But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.

When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.

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Yoongi’s runaway daughter. part.2

Yoongi and daughter AU

part.1 part.2 part.3 part.4:END


Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi’s p.o.v

I honestly didn’t believe Y/N and what she said. She’s a kid, how much truth could she be relaying to me? I walked into her room expecting to see her there but she wasn’t. I began to frantically search her room looking for her, under the bed? Not there. Her wardrobe? Nothing. Nothing but a few pieces of clothing left behind.

I saw that her favourite backpack was missing, the very backpack that I bought her Christmas last year. She could have asked for anything, but she only wanted the backpack. Because it had ‘BTS Suga’ imprinted on it. I looked around some more and saw that her once filled piggy bank, was left on her desk, completely drained. Not even a single penny left. 

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Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.

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You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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YOU COULD’VE ASKED! [DRACO MALFOY]

summary: in which draco malfoy finally has the guts to say that he is in love with you, his best friend and longest companion.

a/n: my draco feels are alive yet again so here i am writing cliche imagines about him sorry not sorry

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It was no secret that you and Draco were the best of friends. The Malfoys and the Y/L/Ns were known to be comrades in the past, and they still are up to this moment. When you were still a toddler, his family and yours would spend every holiday with each other, so the blooming of your friendship with him was inevitable if you were going to be frank.

Though, as the years pass by and the two of you grow older, some things started to change little by little. Of course, you were getting mature and so did Draco. The next thing you know, what used to be harmless teasing held meaning. Every hug and ‘I love you’ didn’t just mean just something, it meant more.

The both of you knew you loved each other, but neither knew that the other was in love already, and that often led to a few confusion and probably hope.

“You’re a coward.” Draco taunted while he mounted his broom up in the astronomy tower, standing on the edge with a very mischievous grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s called being practical and safe, Malfoy. So do me a favor and just go back here before someone catches us.”

It was already past curfew and Draco had managed to force you to go up to the astronomy tower with him. You thought the two of you were just going to talk there, have a little banter, but as soon as he picked up his broom you knew what he intended to do.

“What if I don’t?” he asked, his grip on his broomstick getting tighter.

“I’ll tell your father about this.” You teased which caused him to scowl.

“You wouldn’t.” Draco narrowed his eyes towards you.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Don’t test me.”

Just as those words left your lips, he purposely dived down which caused you to widen your eyes and rush towards the balcony.

You weren’t a fan of heights, so you never understood what was the hype about riding broomsticks despite riding one in the past for academic purposes only. For this reason, Draco always thought it was funny to tease you about it by flying around your space or threatning you by pretending to slip from his broom, much to your annoyance.

It took a few seconds before Draco appeared in front of you in midair.

Even though he had done it a hundred times, it still makes you really anxious every time he does it because of the thought of him falling down and breaking all his bones and probably dying.

You glared at his grin and turned around, not tolerating his actions this time for you were far too tired and sleepy.

“Wait, Y/N,” he flew towards your direction and got down, grabbing your elbow. “I’m sorry. You know I like to make fun of you like this.”

You pulled away from his hold, “And you know I don’t like those kind of jokes. How many times do I have to tell you that —”

“Yada, yada, yada, yada.” he cut you off by abruptly pulling you to his chest.

Draco placed both arms around you and hugged your body, swaying side to side to lighten the mood. You admit that it was working a little bit but you were still annoyed.

“How much do you care for me?” he asked out of nowhere while you give in and return his hug.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious.”

You raised your eyebrow, pulling back to look at him properly. “That’s not the real reason.”

He looked uneasy as he too stepped a little further to see your face clearly, just under the moonlight with the wind blowing softly causing your hair to slightly fly behind you.

“You’re right …” he bit his lip. “Um, I was actually going to tell you something tonight, that’s why I asked you to come here with me.”

“So, you didn’t ask me to come here to annoy me?” You teased which made him laugh.

He shook his head. “No, no.”

You nodded and crossed your arms. “What are you going to tell me then?” you inquired. “Are you finally confessing your undying love for Potter?”

“Y/N, you completely ruined the mood.” he bluntly stated while you chuckled.

“Then tell me. Hurry up because I’m sleepy.”

“Okay.” he murmured softly before gaining the courage to lean down and kiss you.

Your eyes were wide at first but you slowly learned to close them after a few seconds. But once you started realizing that Draco Malfoy, your best friend, was kissing you, you stopped kissing him and pushed him away.

“Bloody hell!” you slapped his arm. “W-What was that?”

He frowned, “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to —”

“I could have if you asked!” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, your cheeks red from what just happened moments ago.

Draco was confused by your statement. “Wait, so you do want to kiss me?” he was smiling now.

“Properly.” you defended. “I mean, I was expecting our first kiss to be something romantic. You could have at least told me so I was ready.”

“Y/L/N, you are extremely peculiar.” Draco mused. “But I guess that is one of the reasons why I’m in love with you.”

You grinned at that. “You do?”

He stepped closer. “Yup.”

Draco leaned down again but stopped just as your noses were touching. “Can I kiss you again?”

You laughed. “After I tell you I’m in love with you too.”

He snorted at how cheesy you were but you can see how his eyes sparkled at your words. Draco grinned and finally pressed his lips to yours again, your arms finding its way to his neck to pull him closer.

All Too Well | Pt. 5

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

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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Bat-Aunt: Part 3

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for.

AN: I struggled a bit with this chapter but I love how it turned out!!!

Words: 2320

Part 1, Part 2


You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”

    You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.

    You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”

    “Could be an emergency.”

    You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”

    The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”

    “Secure channel, 6978.”

    It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”

    There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.

    The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”

    “Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”

    You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”

    “Station.”

    You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”

    “What?”

    “I’m coming up there.”

    “I don’t think Batman would like that.”

    You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”

    The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”

    “Good thing you and I know the truth.”

    “See you soon, aunt Y/N.”

    You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.

    Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”

    You nod, “Are you coming?”

    Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.

    It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.

    Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.

    You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.

    You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.

    You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.

    If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.

    Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.

You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”

You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.

Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.

You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.

You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”

The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”

You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”

    When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”

    “And you know that how?”

    That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”

    And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.

    He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”

“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”

You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”

“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”  

You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.

Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.

He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”

You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”

“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”

You pull back, “Exhausted.”

“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.

You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”

Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”

Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”

You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”

You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”

“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”

Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”

Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”

You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”

She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”

You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”

He shoots you a smile before leaving.

You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.

You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”

You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”

He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.

“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”

You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”

“A scary situation.”

“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”

By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”

“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you

up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”

    You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.

    We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”

    Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”

    You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”

    Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.

Married people; what’s your favourite tradition you started with your spouse?

I knew I loved her from the day we first got together. About the third day in dating, 10 years ago, when we were 18 I didn’t want to seem like I was rushing the Love thing. So instead, because I have poor impulse control and just had to “tell” her, I squeezed her hand 3 times for I Love You. She didn’t catch on until about 2 months in, and when she did, she hadn’t realized how long I’d been doing it (three days into knowing her.)

We broke up two and a half years later. Her parents were controlling growing up and she wanted to experience more. I moved away.

8 years later I had some stuff of hers I always moved with me just in case I ran into her again. I dropped it off to her mom when I moved back. She called me crying, that I’d kept it all this time. I had been married, divorced, through college and everything in between but always kept that box of her stuff, unopened. Pictures of us, some important heirlooms to her., etc.

We found each other again, and realized for years we kept trying to replace each other with someone else. She got her experiences; I grew up some.

On the first date after we found each other again I instinctively held her hand and squeezed it three times. The look she gave me terrified me at first, because it had been so long. She started to tear up and squeezed mine back.

So that’s what we do now, all the time.