#Jinx is snoozing next to me...

[jinx-isha-forever]

Good luck charm

(Jinx x fem!reader)

Summary: Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx are playing Risk. You and Isha are watching.

(Risk is a strategy board game)

Warnings: none.

A/N: This is a silly idea I had over the holidays. Enjoy!

(Also, first post ever kinda nervous) 😅

“Just roll the dice already!” Jinx says dramatically, throwing her hands up.

Jinx, Vi, and Caitlyn were currently playing Risk. You and Isha decided to observe the masters at work.

“I will…. I’m just thinking it over.” Vi says looking at her troops intensely.

“Well you’re taking forever.”

Jinx grumbles folding her arms, slouching in her chair.

You return to the board game with a fresh pot of coffee, Isha following close behind with a cookie. Smiling at Jinx’s childish behavior.

“Okay, I’ve moved my troops.” Vi says with a smirk leaning back in her chair.

“It’s your turn cupcake.”

Caitlyn side eyes Vi for a sec, before she starts to strategically set down her troops.

“Soooo.” You say looking over Jinx’s shoulder.

“Do you have a plan? Or are you just making it up as you go along?”

You say teasingly to Jinx. You knew she always started with a plan and then kinda drifts off, attacking whoever she chooses to take revenge on.

Jinx turns her head looking straight at you with a dramatic, hurt look on her face.

“Do I have a plan. What kinda question is that? Of course I have a plan, and it’s a really good one too toots! You just wait till it’s my turn.”

She says putting her hands behind her head.

“I’m going to attack one of Jinx’s territories!”

Caitlyn announces picking up the dice. Jinx quickly sits up and grabs her dice as well.

“So you think you can just take one of my territories.” She says looking at Caitlyn, beginning to shake the dice.

“We’ll see about that.”

The little war goes on for a few minutes, Caitlyn ultimately winning Jinx’s territory.

“Well… I think I’m finished….for now.” Caitlyn says confidently, arranging her last troops. Clearly proud.

Jinx surprisingly says nothing. She just folds her hands together waiting for Caitlyn to finish.

It was finally Jinx’s turn.

You look over at Vi knowing she was probably the first to go.

“Ooooookay.” She finally speaks scanning every single troop. “Y/N, Isha…..drum roll please.”

She says looking over at you with a spark of mischief in her eyes.

You and Isha began to do a little drum roll with your fingers against the table.

“I have saved every single territory card this whole game and now……I’m cashing them in.”

She says in a funny voice, laying down 5 cards.

Vi and Caitlyn look at her with shocked faces.

“Noooooo.” Vi groans. Putting her head on the table.

Caitlyn watches in horror.

“I was going to do that next turn.” She says looking at You and Vi.

“Well you snooze….. you lose.” Jinx says with a smug smile, sitting down her huge army.

Jinx begins her warpath, taking out everything in her sight.

It wasn’t long before Vi’s last troop got destroyed.

“Whyyyy.” Vi cries out annoyed.

“I was so close to victory too.” She huffs.

“Are you sure about that sis.” Jinx says under her breath in a grumbled voice.

You kinda chuckle at Jinx’s words but try to stifle it when you see Vi giving you both a sharp look.

“Okey dokey.”

Jinx says picking up the dice once more, turning her attention to the last player ……Caitlyn.

Caitlyn looks up, grabbing her dice as well.

The game goes on. Jinx’s troops are starting to get pretty thin as she try’s to finish off Caitlyn.

And then finally it comes down to one more roll.

You sit there holding Isha in your lap both of you watching intensely.

Jinx picks up the dice.

Everyone nows this ones got to count. Otherwise, it will go to Caitlyn, and she will cash in her cards and do the exact same thing to Jinx.

Caitlyn looks over at Vi. She looks confident. Like she knew this was going to happen.

Jinx begins shaking the dice. But stops suddenly.

“Hey toots, Isha.” She looks at both of you. “Blow on these for me.”

She holds the dice right in front of your face. Isha looks up at you.

“This for luck or something?”

You question looking at the dice.

“Well yeah it’s for luck, and I need both of you to blow on them.” She says rolling her eyes playfully.

You look down at Isha before you both blow on the dice.

Jinx smiles. Caitlyn face palms.

The room gets quiet as Jinx rolls the dice. You hold in a breath as she lets the dice fly.

They hit the board and everyone is leaning over the table to see.

“YOU WON!” You shout!

Isha hugs you, giggling at all of the excitement around her.

Jinx moves her hand in a gun motion “pow” a smile on her face, moving Caitlyn’s last troop off the bored.

Vi sits there with a smile.

“Guess you should’ve asked me to blow on your dice.” She says nudging Caitlyn softly.

Caitlyn shakes her head in disbelief.

Jinx is now doing a victory dance and Isha joins in laughing and giggling.

You stand from your seat, Jinx tackling you in a hug.

“I guess you and Isha are my lucky charms now.” She nuzzles her nose in your neck smiling.

You smile, rapping your arms around her.

“I guess we are.”

[archangeldyke-all]

okay i’ve seen people talk about werewolf sevika but what about werecat sevika like she gives off such cat vibes she’s an introvert who so would love sitting by her window or on her porch watching things also i’ve always headcanoned that she literally purrs when you scratch her head so werecat sev just makes sense to me

YES i fucking LOVE THIS

this is what i think sevika would look like in cat form btw hehehehehe (send me cats u think sevika would look like too! i want to see all ur ideas)

men and minors dni

it all starts with a loose lab-cat. singed had pumped the thing with shimmer and underestimated its strength. he returned to the lab the next morning to a broken glass cage, quickly followed by hissing and hollering coming from the bar.

sevika stepped on the cat's tail where it had been sleeping beneath a table. in return, the cat sunk it's claws into sevika's calf-- four deep scratches running down her leg-- dripping half blood red, half shimmer pink.

singed told her she'd be okay.

he told her to go home and sleep it off and that she'd be fine.

singed is a fucking liar.

the next full moon, sevika turns into a cat.

not a panther, or a lion, or a fucking tiger or something cool. a fucking house cat. and a tiny one too.

she didn't tell anyone. who could she tell? singed would just try to strap her to a lab table and start experimenting on her. silco would probably just laugh. jinx might be her best bet if she wanted answers, but she fears that jinx would do something horrible like pet her or something.

so she just... deals with it.

the more full moons that pass, the more used to it she gets, and the more she can transform herself at will without the moon's powers.

she kinda likes being a cat. it's useful as fuck in the undercity, with all it's steep walls and drop-offs. it gives her crystal clear vision, even in the deepest darkest streets; it gives her great instincts, even in her human form, and...

there's nothing quite like finding a stray beam of sun and curling up for a few minutes to snooze on a peaceful day. both in her human and cat form.

which is how she meets you.

you live on a high floor of a big apartment building in the lanes. it's miserable climbing up and down the stairs multiple times a day, but the nice thing about it is you're high up enough to get some direct sunlight in your home for a good few hours a day.

you don't have a cat-- your landlord would kill you. but you keep a two little pots of catnip and catgrass growing on your fire-escape, a little tin of water and some tuna or chicken when you've got scraps to spare.

you've got a few cats that come to visit you a few times a week, all varying levels of friendly.

the white stray visits every afternoon to snack on your plants, sometimes bringing a skinny orange friend along with her. you let them be, watching fondly through the window as they groom each other.

there's a fat tuxedo cat that you know has an owner somewhere in the neighborhood, that seems to know when you set out food scraps-- always there in a flash to gobble them up. he's friendly as hell, meowing incessantly at your window until you open it up for him and let him come in to get pets for a few hours before returning home for dinner.

there's a new litter of calico kittens you've caught sight of. you think there's five or six separate kitties, but you can never keep track because they grow so and change so much between your sightings of them.

and then there's your newest visitor.

she's a unique cat, silver eyes, only three legs, her left front leg missing completely. there's blue scratches running down her left side, shimmering in the sun when the wind blows her fur away enough for you to see them.

and she doesn't eat any of your plants, or drink any of your water. most of the time, you come home and find her sleeping in a ray of sun. and every time when she wakes up and realizes you're home, the cat will jump up on your windowsill and simply watch you; her tail twitching occasionally in the wind, purring loud enough for you to hear through the little window as her silver eyes follow your every movement inside.

.....

sevika's fucked.

she's so, so, so fucked.

she's been fucking stabbed, twice, and she's loosing blood so quickly that she's starting to see spots.

the men who stabbed her are chasing her, and she's leaving a trail of blood right to herself. no matter how fast she runs, she's not going to lose them.

she's so woozy that she almost forgets that she's got fucking magical powers. she ducks into an alley and quickly transforms, before sprinting away. that takes care of those idiots beating her to death-- but it doesn't change the fact that sevika's dying.

she doesn't know where to go.

the last drop is way too far for her to get there before she bleeds out. she's got no friends in this neighborhood-- and people down here don't have the spare time, money, or sympathy for a dying street cat.

wait.

she knows someone who likes street cats.

someone sweet, and pretty, and always smiling and talking to her like she can speak human language. she can, but she knows your other cat visitors can't-- and it just makes her like you all the more- - the idea of you talking to some clueless cat, just like you talk to her.

she makes it to your fire escape just before her three legs give out.

and while her vision starts to fade completely, the clouds overhead move and a beam of sun shines down on her, the smell of your cat plants wafting over her as the wind blows.

well, sevika supposes. if i'm gonna die i guess this is the nicest place to do it.

you come home and find a dead woman on your fire escape... which isn't a total surprise in this neighborhood.

it's only when you go out to prod at her that you get really freaked out-- because she's not dead, just barely breathing.

you scramble to pull the woman inside your apartment, spreading her out on your bed and nearly throwing up at the sight of two deep stab wounds in her sides.

you've got some shimmer stored in your medicine cabinet in case of emergencies, and you quickly slide the liquid down her throat before scrambling to find something to stitch her side together with.

you aren't sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she starts blinking awake, groaning in pain and weakly trying to shove you away from her wounds.

"hey hey hey, wake up." you say, shaking her shoulders. she grunts and scrunches her face up. when her eyes blink open, your stomach twists.

you've never seen eyes that silver besides on the cat that comes to visit you. they're different on a person. much more attractive.

"uh..." you say, trailing off for a second suddenly realizing that the woman beneath you is very naked. and now that you're looking at her, the blue scars on her left side seem awfully familiar. you clear your throat. "uh, wake up." you say again, gently smacking her cheek.

she gasps awake when you start stitching up her second wound. "fuck!" she shouts. and then, she seems to process where she is. "fuck." she says.

you gulp. "uh, i'll get you a blanket." you offer.

sevika nods numbly as you-- the woman she's been shamelessly peeping on for the past year-- stumble out of your bedroom.

"i thought you were dead, honestly, and then you started moving and i got really freaked out. gave you some shimmer-- i hope you don't mind." you ramble as you walk back into your room, throwing a blanket over sevika. "is there anyone i should call for or...?"

"you're even prettier up close." she says. then she cringes.

fuck she didn't mean to say that. it must be the blood loss. and the shimmer. and your pretty eyes.

"uh..." sevika watches as you start to back away like you're scared, and she huffs before she gathers all her energy and transforms into her cat form. "what the fuck?!" you squawk as the woman in front of you disappears in thin air.

and then, a little lump under the covers starts to move.

and the three legged silver eyed cat comes crawling out, two new wounds on her side.

"what the fuck?" you ask, immedietly reaching forward to pet the cat in front of you. you don't consider that the cat is a woman-- it's your natural instinct-- you see a cat, you pet it.

but then the woman's back and your hand is in her hair and she's blushing all the way down to her tits which you can see because she's still naked.

"wha--"

"i'm sevika."

"hi, sevika." you giggle, slightly hysterical. sevika's blush gets even darker. "i'm--"

"i know." she cuts you off, then bites her lip in embarrassment and presses her head harder against your hand, like she's a cat. well, you suppose she kinda is. "i... sorry for stumbling into your life like this. i thought if i died as a cat i died in real life." sevika shrugs. "guess the whole nine lives thing is true, though."

"i don't--"

"i can leave, if you give me a pair of sweats or someth--"

"no!" you squeak. sevika smiles, and now you're embarrassed. "i-i mean... you're injured. you should stay until you're better..." sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "plus... you're kinda cute."

she grins. "as a cat or...?"

"fuck off." you giggle, crawling into bed beside her. "you've fucking... been watching me for a year! it's only fair i get to interrogate you, too, you creep."

"i-i'm not a creep!"

"you've seen me naked!"

"you didn't seem to mind at the time..." sevika pouts.

you can't believe how ridiculous this whole fucking situation is. sevika's blood drying into your mattress underneath the pair of you, but her skin is becoming more vibrant as the shimmer works through her system, flashes of pink sparkling in her silver eyes. she's practically purring as you scratch her scalp. you burst into laughter, and sevika grins up at you.

when you finally catch your breath, you shake your head and look down at the only sorta-stranger beneath you. "so, what are you... a werecat, or something?"

sevika groans before bursting into laughter with you.

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[hauntedbydreams]

First official post here we go… I literally can’t stop thinking abt Vi in wintertime and I just got back from ski break so I need some vi shaped winter coded brain rot 🙂‍↕️🫠

Vi Winter Headcanons

Please this ended up being a whole thing abt her snowboarding, oops

Pure fluff! Myb a lil suggestive at the end? But not rly

Always runs hot. Like no kidding this girl is a walking radiator and has insane body warmth/circulation everywhere. Your hands and feet on the other hand, are always criminally cold though.

So when you crawl into bed and shuffle under the covers to put your freezing feet between her legs while she’s snoozing she jumps “Jesus, cupcake! Give a girl a warning!” But she lets you warm your feet there anyways.

And when it’s cold out and you forget your gloves she always takes your hands and puts them in HER OWN jacket pockets while holding them.

Or she takes them together and blows on them, but it always ends up with her giving you a million kisses and peppering your face after kissing your hands.

Usually followed by a “Vi! Stahp that tickles” and her response is just to kiss you on the lips so firm and press your hips to hers so tight that you swear you go dizzy and see stars. “How’s that? Still ticklish?” She says with a smirk.

Definitely snowboards. Has a really baggy snow suit and a really cute board with Jinx’s graffiti paint that she carved your name into ages ago.

Her snowboard is pink like her hair and it’s all scratched and covered in stickers.

Shreds the slopes boarding and winks at you with that shit eating grin every time she passes you or overtakes you in the snow. But always waits for you at the bottom of the slope before getting on the same ski lift with you.

Begs you to go to the snow park to watch her do tricks on her snowboard even though you ski and can barely land the basic snow jumps. But she won’t stop “Babe please! Pretty please… I promise I won’t be long, just come watch me pleaseeeee” and she’s giving you puppy eyes and blinking at you a million times a second and grinning and you just can’t say no.

So there you are sitting on the edge of a snow park rail, your skis in the snow next to you cause you gave up after the second round and Vi’s just flipping and boarding all over the place enjoying herself so much. It makes you happy to see her so carefree like this.

She’s looking over at you and showing off and of course just as you’re looking at her on the big snow jump she eats it and completely crashes into the snow, landing flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands in time. She looks over with a sheepish grin, hoping you didn’t see but it’s too late. You’re bent over laughing hysterically and trying to make your way over to her.

You approach her still giggling and she tries to fake being really hurt so you’ll take care of her “ow… uh fuck… ouch. Ughhh I think I broke my nose… ow” and she’s looking up to see you start panicking and your face goes serious immediately.

You’re at her side in a second, taking your gloves off in a hurry, cupping her face, turning her by the jaw to check for injury, worried out of your mind “where?!? Vi, are you ok honey?!? Let me see! Stop moving!”

And then you see her eyes twinkle mischievously, and a slow grin on her face. “Vi! Are you serious right now!?!” U give her a soft punch in the shoulder and shove her. “I thought something really happened! You always-“

She cuts you off with a kiss “I just needed you to kiss it better” you just look at her dazed. She gives you her signature smirk “see, all better now” and she’s giving you another peck on the cheek before she’s off down the slope on her snowboard again.

You sit in the snow stunned thinking of ways to get back at her.

You decide to have some fun of your own and calmly go back to your skis, sitting back on the rail. You start making snowballs and stashing them next to you on the rail.

When Vi shows up in front of you on the snow park jumps again you’d start shooting at her.

Your aim is worse than you’d like, but out of all 15 snowballs you made and attempted to hit her with, you’ve hit her at least 6 times.

When the first snowball hits her she doesn’t quite register it, too busy focusing on the latest snowboard trick she’s trying to ace, but then there’s the next and the next and soon she’s realizing what’s happening mid snow jump.

She’s flipping in the air doing a trick and you land a snowball right at her head.

She brushes it all off in the moment but you can see her eyes change and you’re just giggling to yourself having the time of her life.

She deserves a little harmless snowballing after showing off and eating it just to make fun of you for worrying earlier.

Vi doesn’t think so though. As soon as she’s back up the slope she’s winding down the snow straight towards you.

You smile a shy smile as she breaks right in front of you pausing to quickly unbuckle her feet from the snowboard. Your smile is gone in an instant and the air pushed out of your lungs as Vi tackles you into the snow.

She’s on top of you holding your gloved hands in the snow giving you THE face with the raised eyebrow and you can’t help but notice how hot you suddenly feel even though you’re lying in freezing snow. “Really angel? You thought a snowball fight was your best option?” She quirks a brow at you, smirking, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Well it got your attention didn’t it?” You counter.

Vi rolls her eyes and kisses you before lifting you out of the snow and standing up in one fell sweep.

She’s carrying you through the snow toward the hut you’re renting on the edge of the ski resort. “Vi! Wait!! What about all the gear?!? My skis, your snowboard!!!”

“I’ll just have to text Ekko or Jinx to pick them up on their way back from the slope, I have other business to attend to.” She’s looking down at you still half covered in snow in her arms as she carries you bridal style.

“Oh yeah? Like wha-“ you don’t even get to finish and she’s tossing you into the deep untouched snow right by your hut.

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 4

Different

The next time you saw Robin was while you, Joker, and Harley were robbing Gotham City Bank.

These were your least favorite kinds of missions. Banks had a certain time limit for their silent alarms, which means limited fanfare. Limited fun. Boring. Thank god the Bat showed up, otherwise today would've been a total snooze fest.

You fiddled with a grenade in the back seat of Joker's convertible. He swerved through the streets haphazardly, Harley shooting behind you at the batmobile. You glanced back but couldn't catch a glimpse of bat nor bird through the tinted windshield. You tossed the grenade over your shoulder. The blast sounded behind you, but the armored vehicle never let up it's relentless pursuit.

A grappling hook shot out from the front of the batmobile. It pierced a tire, Joker's car skidding to an abrupt stop. Once the ground stopped moving you readied yourself to sprint. Before you could however a hand grabbed you by the shoulder. You swung your elbow back with force. The assailant dodged, spinning you around in the process.

Robin.

"Hey, Boy Wonder! Fancy meeting you here."

"In a car chase? Pretty standard for you."

The boy froze. You could feel his eyes scanning you head to toe.

"You look... different."

You picked up one of your braids with a twirl. "All natural now, baby!"

"W- How?"

"Took a nice, long chemical bath."

"What? Why did- did Joker-"

"Relax, baby bird. It's family tradition."

"Some family." He grumbled.

Now that struck a nerve.

"At least my family doesn't make me dress up like a weak, little bird."

"Better than actually being weak and little."

You swung a fist. Similar to before, he blocked it. Unlike before, he didn't block the butt of your gun. Robin stumbled backwards with a newly split eyebrow.

"Seriously?!"

"Deadly."

He swept your legs, which you narrowly avoided with a quick jump. In one fell swoop you kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground with a grunt. He recovered in time to kick you up and over himself. You rolled to a stop, rising to your feet, fists up and ready for a fight. In the blink of an eye Robin matched your posture.

A punch flew past your head, you weaved out of the way before the second could land. "You shouldn't have taught me how to fight."

The boy smirked. "Didn't teach you everything."

Suddenly your world was turned upside down. Literally. Before you could even process what had happened you were handcuffed and slung over the boy's shoulder.

"Wha-"

"And back to the batmobile we go."

"Put me down!"

"I will. In a restrained chair."

"You dick!"

"Jason actually."

"... Huh?"

"Nothing. Inside joke."

Robin stared at you in silence. Batman was still attempting to track down Joker's route, which left you two sitting silently in the batmobile.

"... You look sick."

"Really? That's your opening line after ten minutes of nothing? You really know how to charm a girl."

"I'm serious. Your skin is pale. And your hair is... well..."

"Green?"

"Yeah."

"It was like that when we met!"

"You know what I mean! You used to be you and now you're just... Joker Jr."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Probably 'cause it is."

"To you maybe."

"Why... How can you be loyal to someone so evil?"

"How can you be loyal to someone so cold?"

He opened his mouth only to close it. "It's a long story."

"Ditto."

Another wave of silence overtook you two. You watched the boy adjust his gloves almost anxiously.

"You think one day we'll be them?"

"Who?"

"Joker and Batman. You think when they're old and retired we'll be the next them?"

"Never thought about it... I hope not."

"How come?"

"I want a rival that can actually rival me."

"Fuck off."

"I mean it. You keep learning to fight - and not just from me - then maybe I'll let you be my Joker."

"Your Jinx."

"My Jinx."

"And you learn how to have some fun and maybe I'll let you be my Batman."

"Isn't your idea of fun blowing up buildings?"

"Yup!"

"Well that's not gonna happen."

"Such a party pooper. You already are Batman."

The boy smiled at this.

"Batman and Jinx."

"Jinx and Batman."

"We'll work on it."

[toomuchracket]

i wanna marry you (birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

tiny little fluffy slice of life. enjoy <3

“i wish it was next week already.”

you smile at matty’s words, snuggling further into the warmth of his bare chest and letting him entwine your left hands. the sunlight streams through the living room doors and glints off your engagement ring, and you suddenly get very giddy about the fact that it’ll do the same to your wedding rings in a few days’ time. “gonna be the longest week of our lives, i think, waiting to get married.”

“don't jinx it, please,” he groans, burying his face into you - you smile even wider when you feel him kiss you. “i’d marry you this instant, if i could.”

you hum happily. part of you agrees with him, to be honest; the summer evening is romantic enough, curled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and the remains of dinner left on the coffee table, the dog snoozing at your feet and music playing softly through the house’s interconnected speaker system. that was only added in the minor renovations that took place when you moved in, a result of you telling matty you love how he’s weaved music into and throughout your life since being together, and him liking the metaphor so much he wanted it to be literal.

but still - “the wedding’s gonna be perfect, though,” you twirl his hair around your finger. “can't think of better circumstances in which to become yours forever officially.”

“neither can i, my love. mon amour, i should say, s’pose.”

you giggle. “if you do that bad of an accent while we’re in france, they’ll exile you.”

he hums. “like napoleon.”

“indeed,” you sigh dramatically. “and god knows what that would do for the people already mocking you for being short.”

matty laughs, the stupid cackle you love so much, and lightly pinches your hip. “you're so weird, babe,” he gently moves your head so you can look at each other properly; the love in those pretty brown eyes is so palpable you could drown in them. “but i love you so much. so much.”

“i love you,” smiling, you bring a hand to caress your fiancé's pretty face, heart fluttering when he turns to kiss your palm. “can't wait to be weirdos together for the rest of our lives.”

“that is literally us, isn't it? a pair of weirdos, with our dog,” matty looks at you shyly. “and maybe, at some point… also with a baby?”

you nod, pressing your forehead against his as if you could share the thoughts in your mind with him, thoughts of the tiny cheeky-smiled dark-haired baby girl that seem to have taken up permanent residence in your brain since the pregnancy scare from almost three years ago. “definitely with a baby. m'also seeing a cat somewhere in our future, too.”

“well now i think we're going a bit far.”

you laugh. “guess we'll just have to see what happens. but right now,” you softly kiss him, savouring the way his eyes flutter when you pull away. “i'm more than happy with just being your wife. don't need anything else - just you, and me. a bed, preferably.”

matty smiles, kissing you. “can i take you there now, my girl?”

“yes, please.”

[novankenn]

Imagine the Arc sisters(Harley arc family) Each pick a girl they think would be best ro date their brother while the girls look on in confusion and Jaune is just blushing in the corner. (Bonus points if none of the crazy sisters pick Pyrrha but Saffron quietly tells Pyrrha she is rooting for her. Also everyone dunking on Weiss.)

Jaune was hiding, behind the locked door of his dorm's bathroom, as the entirety of his immediate family... YES all of them... was currently having a "discussion " in the common room about his love life.

Mama (Harley Quinn) Arc: Girls... GIRLS!

The arguing voices quieted.

Mama Arc: Now we ALL know that our love-bunny-wunny has a hard time speaking to girls, and let's be honest that's because of us. I mean how can he EVER hope to find anyone as perfect for him as we are!

Arc Sisters: DAMN RIGHT!

Mama Arc: Now, be that as it may, our puddin' needs someone to watch over him, to cuddle, pamper and hold him when none of us are around... so... please present your personally chosen candidates. Jinx...

Jinx: That's me!

Mama Arc: You're first.

Jinx: the choice is simple. He needs someone chaotic and energetic. Someone that will always remind him of us so... I chose...

Nora: ME??? But I'm with Re...

Jinx: We offer explosives, pancakes and breaking stuff!

Nora: That include legs?

Jinx: Of Course!

Nora: I'm IN!

Mama Arc: Interesting choice. Tiny Tina you're next. Who do you...

Tiny Tina: SHE WAS MY CHOICE!!!! Mom Jinx took my idea!

Jinx: Snooze you loose!

Mama Arc: Girls behave! No fighting!

Jinx & Tiny Tina: Sorry.

Mama Arc: Do you have a second choice?

Tiny Tina: Well...

Ruby: ME!?!?!?

Tiny Tina: Yeppers.

Ruby: Why?

Tiny Tina: You're smart, cute, adorable, and like guns. You're almost as perfect... no on second thought you are PERECT!!

Ruby: Um... thank you?

Mama Arc: You are right she is adorably cute, and oh I can just see the GRANDBABIES!!!

Ruby: EEP!!!

Mama Arc: Saphron, you're next.

Saphron: I refuse. We have no right to be interfering in Jaune's love life, and besides we came here to SEE Jaune, not matchmake!

Mama Arc: We can do both dear, but I accept you decision.

Saphron: (Whispering) You better make your move soon red...

Pyrrha: (Whispering) What?

Saphron: (Whispering) You heard me. Make your move... I'm rooting for you.

Pyrrha: (Whispering) Ah... um... th...thank... you?

Mama Arc: Now while Saphron plots like a traitor, you're up Rebecca.

Rebecca: The girl I picked is the best! She's the strong silent type and kick ass enough to keep Jaune safe from everything, even man stealing homewrecking hussies!

Neo: 😵‍💫⁉️😵‍💫

Mama Arc: Is she okay?

Rebecca: She's... hey! Get back here!

Neo: 😝🤑😝

Mama Arc: No shooting in the hallways!!! Ah whatever. Joan...

Joan: Jeanne and I are making a joint choice for Jaune.

Jeanne: That is correct, and we expect everyone to respect and accept our... choice.

Mama Arc: You mean suggestion.

Joan & Jeanne: Choice.

Mama Arc: Okay. And who is this... choice?

Joan & Jeanne: Her!

Yang: ME?!?!?

Joan & Jeanne: Yes. You.

Yang: But I don't like VB like that!

Joan & Jeanne: VB?

Yang: It's Jaune's nickname...

Ruby & Weiss: Don't Yang!

Yang: ... Vomit Boy.

Joan: We may have made a mistake.

Jeanne: We must correct it.

Yang: Huh?

Joan: Burning at the stake?

Jeanne: It is fitting.

Jeanne and Joan each hook one of Yang's arms and start walking out of the room with her.

Yang: Hey! Unhand me! Let me go!

Mama Arc: Saphron, can you get Jaune and get a stay of execution, please dear?

Saphron: Yes, mom. Come on Red, let's get you... partner.

Mama Arc: Saphron.... any way. Utena you're next.

Utena: Jaune needs someone adventurous and exotic, and I choose her!

Blake: ME????

Utena: Yes.

Blake: But why?

Utena: Cause.

Blake: That's not a reason!

Mama Arc: Ah, Utena IF Blake is your suggestion, why are you holding Ms... Schnee's hand?

Utena: She's seen the error of her ways... but needs some more correction...

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Ah... Utena... fine. But don't break her too much. She has classes in the morning.

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Well as I have seen your choices, I shall reveal mine as well. I choose... HER!

Glynda: I... refuse! This is unacceptable!

Mama Arc: My puddin' needs a mature and motherly figure in his life. You're perfect and... this is non-negotiable...

[snapghoul]

If you spin it, then you get to see both sides

More of Bradley and his weird IMF uncle + the daggers.

Note: Decided to separate the Seresin twins au from this just this once. Do not fear the boys will return.

Warnings: none

Song: double life - Pharrell Williams

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“Rooster, why is Penny hugging Mav like she didn’t see him yesterday?” Halo asked, leaning around the pillar near the pool and dart board to catch a glimpse of Penny enveloping Mav in a tight embrace.

“Did something happen? Is he okay?” she continued, her tone protective. The other eleven Daggers turned their heads, confusion etched on their faces. Bradley raised an eyebrow, squinting.

No, that wasn’t Maverick. The plain, nondescript jacket was a dead giveaway, starkly different from Mav’s signature brown patch-bombed one. The hair was flatter, less spiky. This wasn’t his godfather—this was Ethan.

“That’s Ethan,” Bradley said, shrugging casually. He had become so accustomed to Ethan’s random appearances that he took pride in distinguishing between the two. “Mav will be here soon; wherever one is, the other usually follows.”

Just then, Mav appeared right beside his brother, and Bradley gestured dramatically, realizing he’d jinxed himself.

The Daggers all turned to Mav, bewilderment in their eyes. “Ethan?” Hangman drawled. “You’re telling me Pops has a twin?”

“Obviously, Bagman,” Harvard shot back with a smirk, earning a playful smack on the arm from Hangman, who just missed him. Laughter erupted around them.

“I thought Mav was an only child,” Payback said, leaning against the pool table next to Coyote. “But they seem pretty close, so I’m ruling out family drama.”

“It’s just him and Ethan. E travels a lot for work, but he’s around more than you’d think,” Bradley explained, tapping his pool cue on the floor as Hangman lined up his shot. “He’s like a ghost—one minute he’s there, the next he’s gone. It’s wild. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dropped by Mav’s and he’s just… sitting there.”

The group soaked up this new information eagerly. Learning anything about Mav was like candy to them; they relished the opportunity.

“What does he do?” Halo asked softly, and the Daggers scrambled to appear casual as the duo approached.

“I don’t know,” Bradley admitted, shaking his head. To this day, he had no clue what Ethan did.

Like a specter, Ethan materialized by the pool table, smiling, with Mav trailing behind carrying drinks. Ethan noticed the bewildered expressions on the squad’s faces and chuckled. “I see my brother hasn’t introduced me. I’m Ethan.”

Before anyone could respond, Ethan swiped Bradley’s pool cue with a mischievous grin and racked the balls with practiced precision, effectively sabotaging Hangman’s shot. Hangman threw his hands up in frustration, and Ethan smirked.

“You could’ve won the game two moves ago—snooze you lose,” he teased, causing the Daggers to gasp in mock outrage.

“Pops, I don’t like him,” Hangman declared with an exaggerated tone, but laughter bubbled up from everyone, the camaraderie warming the room.

Bonus:

“So, are you a pilot too?” Fanboy asked when he spotted Ethan at Mav’s summer cookout. He hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to him last time.

“Oh no, I was in the Army before I retired. Now I just do government work,” Ethan replied with a smile, feeling he could share more but kept the details to himself. He already had Pete worrying about him; he didn’t need to give them more to think about.

“Though I have flown a helicopter. It’s a lot easier than it looks,” he added, and Fanboy’s eyes lit up.

“So you have your license?”

“No.”

Fanboy blinked, caught off guard by the casual response. He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to formulate a reply. “But you said you flew a helicopter…”

“Yes, once.”

[helloescapist]

Dear Readers + Requester,

I want to express my sincere appreciation and gratitude for my readers this past year. You have helped me grow so much, and given me so many opportunities to explore such diverse concepts. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sticking with me. I notice each and everyone of you who have ever liked, re-blogged, or commented on my works, and you make my heart a little lighter.

As I grow closer to graduation (I have exactly 63 days remaining! 🥳), I just want to remind everyone that my presence on tumblr will take a hit. I'll be working from 6am to 10pm to ensure all of my final exams, papers, tasks, and demonstration teaching is completed so that by March 28th I will have both my B.A. in Elementary Education, and my teaching certificate! Not to jinx it, but I have also been offered a position for the upcoming school year. 😭I'm almost done, but these next few weeks are going to be grueling for me.

Because of this, I will apologize in advance. I am not abandoning my blog, but I will not be as active as I normally am. I may be able to share a few works here and there-- just assume all of the works posted during this time are the result of me running away from my responsibilities, but for the most part, my projects, all of my series, and requests can be expected to be on "snooze" until the end of March, this includes those waiting in my box. For those who have already sent in requests, I'm sorry. I promise they are not being ignored.

My inbox will remain: OPEN.

They likely won't be answered until the middle of March, but if you are willing to wait, I'm happy to have them. In time, I'll be able to get to them. ❤️ Once again, I understand if you choose to move on from this blog during that time. I appreciate you for having read my works, and I will miss you, but I wish you all the best. I hope you find exactly what you are looking for. I hope you have support. I hope you know you are loved, and always have what you need.

[tws-official]

Chapter 2

My alarm went off at 6:45 the next morning, and the first thing I did was reach over and slam down on the snooze button on top of the clock.

Five minutes later it went off again, and I got up reluctantly to start my day.

After pulling on some clothes for the day and grabbing my school bag, I opened the door and walked down to the common area at the end of the hallway.

Harlow was already there, lying on one of the couches. She nodded at me. “Morning, Wolf.”

“Morning, Harlow,” I replied, plopping down in the armchair next to the couch. I checked my watch. It was 6:55. I looked down the hall again and pulled out my book. Naomi and Brazen would be at least five minutes, which gave me some quality reading time.

I was reading a book called The Lost Temple. Basically, a group of kids were exploring and found a… you guessed it, a lost temple. They get trapped, and only have a week to get out. It was a really good book, and part of a series too.

I heard footsteps and looked up. Naomi smiled at me as she walked up to us. “Good morning!” she said cheerfully.

I returned the smile and looked back to my book. Harlow and Naomi struck up a conversation for another few minutes until the final member of our quartet came bouncing down the hall. 

“Top of the morning,” Brazen said with his signature grin. It was 7:03. We had another two minutes until we normally headed to breakfast, so Brazen leaned over the back of my armchair and looked over my shoulder.

“What’re you reading?”

I kept my finger where my page was and closed the book, letting Brazen see the cover.

“Oh, that one’s a good one. First time reading it?”

I nodded, opening the book again.

“I won’t spoil it. Enjoy yourself.”

I smiled and nodded again. He didn’t move, continuing to read over my shoulder until the breakfast bell rang at 7:05.

Breakfast was great, as usual. The cooks always outdid themselves for every meal. The endless buffet had something new every day, and it was impossible to get tired of the vast spread of food.

Our first period of the day started at eight in the morning, and it was different amongst our group. Naomi and Harlow had Literacy, which was more reading focused, while Brazen and I had a more writing focused class with Professor Raymond, who taught Creative Writing.

Brazen drew something he wouldn’t let me see and I read more of my book while we waited for Professor Raymond to start the class.

“Alright, class!” Professor Raymond called, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. 

“Today’s a simple catch-up day! Work on any assignments you’ve missed, and keep in mind that the Remake Reality essay is due Tuesday of next week! If you’ve finished everything, then do as you please, but kindly make sure that it is quiet!” She flashed a smile. “Now, write away!”

I spent most of the class working on my Remake Reality (which was about if I’d never been bitten) and trying not to stress about the upcoming Enchanting test.

At 8:50, Creative Writing ended and Brazen and I went to Spell-Casting. Naomi and Harlow joined us too.

Yesterday, we’d learned a new spell called the Pain Curse. It was one of the spells that we were not allowed, under any circumstances, to do on partners. When cast, the curse traveled to the part of the victim’s body that would cause the most pain. 

The specialized dummies for the spell would be hit in the same place we would, in the unlikely event that we ourselves were hit with the curse.

I, for example, would be hit in my right shoulder, where the werewolf bite was.

The spell was a difficult one, and, as usual, if we were still struggling a lot with the motion, we’d go to one side of the classroom, and if we were mostly confident, we’d go to the other.

Naomi was confident. Very confident. She always had an easy grasp on spells, and sometimes it was scary. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of any of her spells, even if it was a relatively harmless spell like the Jelly Jinx.

I was mostly confident. I had the motion down and it always hit the correct spot, but I was a little uncertain if I could do it under pressure. Not that I thought I’d ever need to, just… you know, it never hurts to be prepared, right?

Harlow couldn’t quite get this one down. She was always the quiet one in our group, and I guessed it didn’t quite sit right with her to learn a curse designed to cause someone maximum pain. It didn’t sit right with me either. Her curse kept missing, not hitting the left knee like it was supposed to.

Brazen was one with varied results. He’d get one perfectly spot on, exactly on the left wrist, but then the next would hit the left hip instead. It drove him crazy, I could tell, but he could help his twin out and vice versa.

Our next class was Potions at 9:50. We were finishing up our unit on shifting potions with a human-shifting potion. I thought back to the note from last night and made a mental note to commit this potion to memory. We weren’t allowed to brew potions in our dorms for obvious safety reasons, but it was a pretty easy potion to come by and Professor Brooks was nice. He’d have no problem with students brewing recreational potions.

If it wasn’t for Brazen’s non-stop chatter, I would’ve messed up the potion from stress about the Enchanting exam coming up. Brazen and Harlow had Astronomy next, so they left me and Naomi to go to Enchanting.

“You’ll do fine, Wolf,” Naomi reassured me as we walked to the class.

I just nodded. I understood Enchanting and all its aspects perfectly, as I did with most classes, but for some reason I just couldn’t get enchantments down one hundred percent of the time.

Professor Smith called us up one by one to take the Enchanting Exam. Each of us were given two objects to enchant and specific spells to enchant them with.

I went somewhere in the middle, due to my last name starting with a K. The rest of class was spent doing something productive, whether it was an Enchanting Bingo or work for another class.

My two objects were a locket that I had to enchant with invisibility and a shadowstone to enchant with teleportation.

Okay, first up, the invisibility spell… then convert it to the enchanting version… then target the locket… and cast. 

I slipped the locket over my hand to check that it worked. Seeing as how I couldn’t see my hand, it had.

One down, one to go.

Okay, now for the shadowstone. Due to the nature of the stone, it could only teleport to one place: the shadow realm. I couldn’t check this one for reasons I’m sure a smart one like you can understand, so I’d have to just be sure I did it correctly.

Teleportation spell… convert it to the enchanting version of the spell… nope, I messed up, now that’s the telekinesis enchanting spell… try again.

Teleportation take two… correct conversion this time… target the stone… boom!

The stone glowed with a slight purple tint, and I’d done this enchantment enough to know that I’d done it correctly. I handed both newly enchanted objects to Professor Smith and sat back down.

I found out later that I passed the exam; not perfect, but a ninety-five percent out of a hundred isn’t bad. Naomi aced it, in case you were wondering.

Brazen and Harlow met up with Naomi and I for Healing. We were learning the spells for healing broken bones. It was pretty interesting, and decently simple once you understood it.

Lunch was a well-needed break for forty minutes. Brazen made corny jokes, Naomi would chime in occasionally with some obscure fact about the topic that no one was ever sure how she knew, Harlow was our go-to for discussion topics, and I asked enough questions to keep the conversation rolling.

In the last twenty minutes of Lunch, there was an optional outdoors activity. Sometimes it was a game of soccer. Sometimes it was a basketball game, or football, or a race. But there was always a variety, and never the same game twice in a row. There were also sports available on Saturdays for both the school and the nearby villages. 

My personal favorite was frisbee golf. Harlow loved basketball, Naomi enjoyed flag football, and Brazen was practically a god at soccer. But it was raining today, so there was no outdoor activity. 

In Math, Professor Lopez was teaching us algebra. I loved this subject, as it was practical compared to the magic and fantasy of Welsburry School of Magic. Don’t get me wrong, the fantastical elements of Welsburry were wonderful, but sometimes you need something to ground you, you know?

Brazen and Harlow went to Enchanting while Naomi and I went to Astronomy, one of my favorite classes. We were going over star charts. This was the subject Naomi struggled in, but I hadn’t seen anything yet that Naomi Peterson couldn’t memorize.

And the final class of the day, Special Powers. We were just finishing up our unit on Glowers, people who could control light. It didn’t sound like much of a dangerous power, but every power out there could be dangerous, even Healing.

Professor Jones announced that our next unit would be Telepaths and their subsets. Naomi looked particularly excited for this one, and I couldn’t blame her. If I had a cool power like Memoria, I’d be excited to learn about them too.

After dinner, I sat in my dorm, writing in my notebook. Professor Raymond thought that my stories were very good and that I had real potential to be a famous author one day, so she’d told me to practice. I wanted to write a novel, but I wasn’t too sure what to write it about. There were so many things more exciting than what I knew that I wasn’t sure where to start.

It’d never occurred to me that maybe, the most exciting things were where we least expected them to be.

[missezri]

Got to love when the brain decides 10:30pm is the best time to do all the house chores you neglected all day. Although no regrets for sitting in a park for 2hours writing.

But, it is to the point an hour in, the cat puts herself to bed while I am still puttering about sorting the mess on my dinner table.

Oh, and I was up at 6am. Good times.

[sevasey51]

hello my lovee!!! how are you today? how are you feeling?

Hey my love! I’m okay today did loads of productive things, cleaned my room, made a banging sunday roast that was chefs kisses 😚.

Finally not jinxing it but my migraine has finally let me be so I’m not as in pain as I was but still very sleepy so that’s okay, bean is snoozing away next to me bless her 🥹. I’m planning 2 fics to come out this week so that’s fun.

That’s about it lovey, how are you feeling love? Anything good happen today? 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[soft-citrus-central]

Do Apple pie, shortcake and cherry pie with Jigen, you coward!— black-cat-express

@black-cat-express Thank you for the ask!

Apple pie: How does your f/o sleep? Do they snooze soundly next to you or do they toss and turn etc?

As notorious thieves, sleeping soundly and through a whole night in itself is a rare occurrence. Though in a more general sense of how he sleeps, Ji.gen tends to move around here and there but keeps pretty still through the night once he finally gets comfortable. If he’s able to get some really good sleep, he’ll snore a bit. He's an overall light sleeper, which I guess is expected with this career choice. He’s much more of a ‘nap throughout the day’ kind of guy, and honestly, I’m just glad he’s getting some kind of sleep and peace.

Shortcake: What’s your f/o’s love language? (physical affection, giving gifts, etc)

Ji.gen’s love language is acts of service. He tends to help me out when needed, like cleaning and/or fixing my gun when needed. He’s taught me how to do both, but more often than not he’ll take over cause he was already gonna clean his own. He does let me put them back together as he knows I enjoy the tinkering, so It’s more of a team effort. He’s also helped me out with cleaning around the hideouts here and there, even though he isn’t a huge fan of it. I think he just likes the feeling of taking care of me, and when I can I try to return the favor and let him have his own break.

Cherry pie: Who said “I love you” first?

To the surprise of possibly some, Ji.gen.

For the longest time, our relationship was more of an obvious but never stated thing. It was clear we got along and were together, but with his history of relationships, he was hesitant to make it a stated thing, as he didn’t want to Jinx anything. I am more outwardly affectionate and would have been more likely to say it, however with his wariness on the subject, I didn’t want to push my luck and more so waited for him. Him, on the other hand still being a romantic and a sap despite everything, had the whole moment planned out for a while before he ever said anything.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty- One

Clint ultimately had had a rather enjoyable morning. It had started with sweet kisses and slow snuggly lovemaking and culminated in creating a minor PR disaster for SHIELD. 

But he’d enjoyed his little counter-protest. Aided and abetted by Thor, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Nat, and several other SHIELD agents that were tired of out of tune hymns and their Witchling not going outside. It had created enough negative attention for the church that Stirling Cole, your stepfather had called for a parlay of sorts.

Clint looked from the bed where you lay, sound asleep, and back in the mirror. At the black eye, he’d gotten when he’d tried to grab you before you could pull Stirling’s throat out in front of the TV cameras. “Worth it,” he said, satisfied. 

“Really worth it,” he amended, looking down at your feet. Cut and still bleeding, though they were healing. Not, perhaps, as rapidly as Bucky or Steve, but even faster than Clint would recover after walking barefoot across hellfire. 

Which, contrary to what Clint had thought, hadn’t burnt you but had left the present gnarly cuts. 

It was all a bit of a blur, really. They’d started by drowning out the protestors by very, very loudly playing the national anthem. That had pissed the protestors off quite a bit. The cacophony had brought you outside, which had riled the protestors up. Rocks started flying. They threw fucking stones at you.

Clint had been furious but nothing. Nothing. Compared to when you slowly turned, blood running down the side of your face and started walking forward. Traffic in front of the tower had ground to a halt due to all the spectators. It had happened in slow motion. Rocks flew, but none of them seemed to land, and you smiled. Or at least. You showed your teeth. And Clint knew, damn well that the face you were making was one countless HYDRA goons had seen before they died. “Oh shit,” he muttered, starting to follow you.

But out of nowhere, fire. The fucking green light created a separation between you and the protestors. Clint looked up to see Strange standing on a balcony out of sight trying to summon something to stop your inevitable progress forward. “Bless him,” Natasha said, “He thinks that’s going to stop her.”

Kill mode was unstoppable. At least. Mostly. You wouldn’t care about Damage to yourself. And that much was clear as you clawed your way through the green flames, unphased by the cuts they left. 

“She’s gonna kill him,” Clint said, “Fuck- Thor-”

But the demigod needed no more prompting. He might agree with you that the man SHOULD be killed, but he knew you couldn’t be SEEN to do it. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around you quickly, thankful for his sturdy boots. And grateful that “kill mode” as Stark had dubbed it, was only dangerous to your immediate target. He’d once thought it berserker like rage but, Bruce was quick to dissuade him of that. Bruce pegged it as a response to trauma. And Thor agreed. Mostly.

“Witchling,” he rumbled, grunting as you attempted to squirm out of his arms, “Be still.” You radiate pain. Pain and Fear, and Anger. A thousand different memories rush through you, and you just... can’t. You can’t manage it all. Stories about what should happen to anyone who doesn’t obey their god. The sting of a belt against your ass and thighs for whatever infraction. Your elation at the warm sand in California turning to panic as the sunset, and it started to get cold. Foster care. Going hungry. Stealing packs of ramen to eat while you were running. Peggy Carter. A job offer. And then a van. And searing fucking pain. Endless fucking pain as these “SHIELD” ass holes played around with your genetic code. But you didn’t care because you were fed. And warm. And someone finally showed you how to control your powers. You were never enough. Never. It didn’t matter what you did. How obedient you were or how many people you saved. You were nothing. Evil. Dirty. As if you had asked for any of this.

Clint could hear you screaming. There weren’t even words. Just screams. And he blinked back tears. It sounded like Thor was killing you, but. Anyone that had seen you wake up in medical knew that wasn’t this sound. He rushed forward and reached up carefully, trying to remind you that you were okay. And help Thor keep a hold of you. You’d worked an arm free, and the Asgardian was struggling. Even if you weren’t trying to hurt him, you could still be dangerous. 

When your elbow caught his eye, Clint took the opportunity to grab your hand. “Y/N,” he said softly, “Baby. Please. Let us help. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was trying to make it stop.”

You reached for him, and he held his arms out tenderly, “It’s okay,” he murmured, ignoring the pain in his head. He held you against him. His heartbreaking with every stuttering breath. Your fingers curled in the soft fabric of his jacket. “It hurts,” you pant. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly, picking you up when he noticed you standing in a pool of blood from the cuts on your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He knew you didn’t want him to apologize but, he didn’t know what else to say. “Thor,” Clint muttered, “Help me get her inside. No one can see what’s happening now, but she can’t walk back over all this.” Thor grunted and nodded, bashing Mjolnir against the flames to get them out of the way so the archer could carry you.

Clint shifts your weight gently and follows after, pressing soft kisses against your hair when you whimper. “I know,” he soothes, “Shhh. We’ll get you inside, okay?”

“Your eye,” you murmur.

“I’m okay,” he reassures gently, “I know you didn’t mean to. You’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“I love you,” you murmur, swallowing hard. 

“I know,” he says gently, “You love me so much. You didn’t want to hurt anyone... Except for Stirling. And he deserves it. But we can’t let you tear his throat out on live TV baby. We can’t.”

Thor growled next to him, and Clint half smiled, “See, Thor can get away with it. Because he’s big. And not human. But it’s a bad look if we let the sweetest Avenger go around killing preachers on TV.”

“I’m a monster,” you whisper. Clint stops walking, and Thor stops mid-swing, stopping to look at you.

“My lady,” he said quietly, aware that his voice could carry, “I have fought monsters. You are not a monster, Witchling. You’re not what they all did to you to try and tear you asunder. You are kind. And Just. Powerful and sometimes rightfully very scary, but you are not a monster, my darling.” 

“All I took away from that is that Thor is scared of you,” Clint teased, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you huffed a laugh. 

Thor smirked a little and brushed his fingers against your hair affectionately. “Maybe a little,” he teased, “Her knowledge of song lyrics is prodigious and not of this Earth.”

_______

Clint leaned on the door frame, thankful that Lucky was curled between your knees and your belly, and Jinx had taken up her spot behind your knees. You were warm and stuck. Unable to move without disturbing your snoozing fur babies. 

Satisfied you’d be okay for a few minutes, he slipped downstairs. You needed water. And food. And he was hungry. 

He was halfway through putting together some food. Lots of spicy, salty snacks for you and some sweet stuff for him. A couple sodas. Sandwiches. And some frozen fruit. Anything he thought you might want when Natasha leaned over and inspected his eye.

“How you feel?” she asked. The implication, Clint knew, was her asking if you’d meant to do that.

“Fine,” Clint said placatingly, “I caught an elbow trying to help Thor keep hold of her.”

“Kill mode?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Natasha winced, “I heard her screaming. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I hate it.”

“I know,” Clint said, rubbing his neck, “But... she’s- she’s okay. Mostly. Freaking out because she hurt us. But she’s healing.”

The spy quirks an eyebrow, “Us?”

“She bit Thor trying to get loose. Didn’t break the skin, but there was a real pretty bruise.”

“Damn.”

Clint smirked, “You should have seen my shoulder when she got done with me last week.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled a little. “Only you, Barton,” she huffed.

“You love me,” he says.

“I do,” she admitted, “I’m just glad everything’s okay because... they wanna see her.”

“Who does?” Clint asked cautiously.

“Her mom. And stepdad... Tony threatened charges for property damage. And assault since they hit her with a rock,” she explained.

“And they want her to stop it?”

The spy nodded, and Clint shrugged, “Tough shit,” he said, “She’s asleep. And she’s had enough. She’s gonna stay that way until she’s ready to be up and about.”

Natasha nodded, “I’ll go tell Tony that their Parlay will have to wait.” She wasn’t going to argue. Clint had a point. Putting you back in front of them when you felt raw like this was only gonna make a bigger mess.

_________

Peggy slid a cup of tea across the table to Steve and he smiled his thanks, “Peg, I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he said, “Bucky just will not let this go.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Since when does he let anything go?”

“This is different though. It’s vindictive. And all Y/N did was quietly harbor a crush none of us even knew about.”

“That is an accomplishment, given how many spies are in that building,” she said, impressed. 

“Y/N is a good girl,” Steve said, “But Peg, if he keeps pushing on her and she snaps, there’s no one in that building that could save him- Maybe Barton but. Let’s be honest, he’d not stop her.”

She smirked, “No. I don’t think he would. Not if he’s the Clint I remember.”

“He’s worse where she’s concerned,” Steve said rolling his eyes, “No common sense.”

“Well,” she said shrugging, “When someone feels like home, you don’t really want to let them go.”

“That’s true,” he sighed, “But still.”

“But nothing,” she laughed, “What’s the betting pool up to on the proposal?”

Steve smirked, “Sam and I stand to split a pretty chunk of change if he does it on Christmas... Natasha is gonna take it if he does it for Halloween. Bruce swears he’s gonna do it next time they’re on a mission together before he even has a ring.”

Peggy grinned, “I’d say Bruce has the right idea. If he plans anything he won’t go through with it.”

Steve shook his head and gave her an apologetic smile picking up his ringing phone, “Roger- They did what?” he barked.

Peggy sat up a little straighter, eager for some gossip.

“Was anyone hurt?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. No. Just- yeah. Alright.”

He hung up the phone and groaned, “Clint lobbed a counter-protest,” he explained, “Kill mode happened and now Y/N feet are cut up and CLint has a black eye from trying to help Thor grab hold of her.”

“Fucking hell,” she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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Lovely

A/N: Okay. I have to admit I don’t know anything about Teddy, so I’ll have to work on my Teddy imagines. But please let me know how I did because this imagine is one of my first from the Cursed Child era and I’m a bit insecure and worried. 

REQUEST : Could you do something Teddy Lupin x reader. I just can’t with this cute ass punk cinnamon roll and I rlly need some fanfics of my Teddy bear xx

Teddy Lupin was trouble. He has always been trouble and he wasn’t hiding it.

“ No, no. She was working at the Ministry.” you heard him whisper behind you, making you roll your eyes for what felt for the hundredth time today.

“ Not possible. My dad said she never worked for the ministry that she just came from time to time, sending news and all of that.” James whispered back.

“ Yeah, but you know your dad. He can be wrong a lot of times. Plus I heard Hermione say she actually-”

“ Can the two of you shut up already?” you turned around, whispering in the same voice as them. “ Like, I’m serious I can’t concentrate when the two of you are gossiping like two old ladies.” you glared and they stared. “ Thank you.” you turned around in your seat and grabbed the pencil to start taking notes again.

Teddy leaned over to James, not even asking when James spoke. “ (y/n) (y/l/n). Half-blood. Hufflepuff. Her mum works with Hermione, dad a Muggle, chemist.”

“ Hufflepuff? But I’m Hufflepuff.” he furrowed his eyebrows at James and James shrugged.

“ I don’t know, mate. Even I don’t know all of the Gryffindors in this school and-”

“ I swear to God. I don’t care who sees me but I will jinx both of your arses.” you were now glaring at both of them.

Teddy smiled and leaned on his palms, looking mischievously at you and changing his hair color to red. “ Fancy going to Hogsmeade with me?” he asked, changing his hair color to green, later pink and into blue.

Your eyes moved from his hair to his eyes. “ What?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“ I asked. ” he repeated, turning his hair color to red again. “ Fancy...” turning into green. “...going to...” pink. “ ...Hogsmeade...” and blue. “ ...with me?”

You stared at him. Was he serious at the moment? “ Flattered as I am, I’m already going with somebody.” you replied turning back to your notebook.

“ Oh, really? Who is it?” he asked from behind, whispering louder.

“ None of your business.” you replied, glancing up if the professor heard you.

“ Probably that Ravenclaw, Dave. Saw them a few times together.” James whispered to Teddy, loud enough for you to hear.

“ Dave, huh? “ Teddy smirked, glancing from you to the professor. “ He always did pick easy girls.” he whispered loudly, making you turn back at him.

“ You think I’m easy, huh? Then why did you ask me out?”

“ Because you’re easy.” he smirked and you gripped your wand tightly around its core.

“ I’ll show you just how easy I can be.”

And you know the trouble of Teddy Lupin I was mentioning earlier? Well, he sure didn’t try to avoid it.

---

As much as you didn’t want to have detention, it was worth it. You walked into that detention class with your head held high and smirk on your lips.

The wands were on the Professors desk and there were many desks empty. You sat behind one and opened your notebook. If you were stuck here for a few hours you might as well be productive.

“ Afternoon, Professor!” he beamed as he entered the room, placing his wand on the desk and taking a seat next to you. “ Noon.” he looked at you with sweetness in his eyes and leaned his head on his palm.

“ How’s your nose?” you smirked.

“ Poppy mend it but I can still taste the blood.” he smiled and looked down at your notebook. “ Whatcha got there?”

“ None of your business.”

“ You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?” he grinned and you finally looked at him, his eyes emerald green and his hair light brown.

“ Depends to who.” you glanced and turned another page.

Before he could reply, Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him and he looked up at her and grinned. “ Professor?”

“ Mister Lupin.” she pursed her lips into a thin line. “ Will I have to make you go seat a few desks away from Miss (y/l/n)? ”

“ Please, Professor. I’m a Prefect, I need to be seated at the front.” he smiled at her and she kept looking at him. You glanced up at the professor and you swore you saw her smile at him.

“ You may look like so much like your father, but you definitely got your mother’s traits.” she shook her head. “ Always up to no good, she was.”  

You looked at him and you saw his beam disappear into a small simper. He looked up at the mirror up at McGonagall's mirror and as soon as he saw his appearance he changed his hair to blue, as well as his eyes.

You kept looking at him, wondering why? Why did he change his appearance so quickly? Wasn’t he proud to look like his dad?

He was quiet the whole attention. He even pulled out parchment and started writing an essay for Potions. You leaned towards him and whispered. “ Are you okay?”

“ Yeah, why?” his reply was quick and he kept scratching his quill against the parchment.

“ I don’t know. “ you shrugged, looking at him. “ You’ve been kind of quiet since she mentioned your parents.” you spoke really quietly and he stopped writing, staring down and you knew you shouldn’t have said it.

His story was a tragedy. Everybody knew about his parents’ death, his mother’s gift he inherited...

“ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” you moved in front of your desk and stared at your notebook.

“ Yeah, you really shouldn’t.” he snapped and returned back to his essay, his hair color turning into a dark shade of red.

---

He didn’t talk to you since then and all the time you felt really horrible for offending him like that. You didn’t think it would have such a big effect on him. You tried not to think about it too much but it was hard since he was in the same house as you.

But you wanted to apologize to him, so you waited for him when he was patrolling the halls. You waited in the warm and cozy common room, clutching your phone and falling asleep with music blasting in your ears. There were a few parchments on the table as you tried to write an essay for your Potions class as well.

He entered the common room and saw you curled up on the sofa, snoozing as one earphone fell from your ear and he could hear a guitar playing from it. He smiled and walked towards you.

He knew you’ve been trying to talk to him but he didn’t want to talk about it. He never wanted to hear about his parents. He never likes the subject of his werewolf dad and half-blood mother. He only loved hearing it from Harry and his grandmother as they always told them how brave they were, fighting for what was right.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and lightly shook you. You quickly jerked awake and looked up, another earphone falling from your ear. “ Hey.” you smiled and quickly sat up.

“ You waited?” he smiled and sat on the small desk behind him.

“ Yeah, yeah.” you shook your head a bit, trying to shake off the sleepiness that kept washing over you. “ I wanted to apologize...for what I said at that detention.”

“ Not about the broken nose?” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“ You deserved it. We both know it.” you smiled and pulled out the earphones from your phone as it kept blasting music. “ I didn’t know you’d be mad but I just want you to know that I don’t care what they say about them. I think they were pretty brave for what they died for.” you said and his hair colour turned back to light brown as his eyes into emerald.

“ Yeah... I know you didn’t mean anything bad by saying it. I just don’t like talking about them.” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“ Why not?” you asked, your heart racing at the thought of stepping over the line.

“ I’m just mad they left me, I guess. And I don’t know it but my hair and eyes always turn like my dads. I can’t help it and it happens when I’m around Harry or grandma but last time happening in detention...I don’t know...” he shrugged. “I guess I didn’t expect it.”

“ They didn’t leave you, Teddy. They left for you.” you placed your hand on his. “ They fought for you because they didn’t want you to live in the world where Voldemort was in charge. They loved you.”

“ You sound like Harry.” he smiled and looked down at your touching hands.

“ Well, good to know I might be the Chosen one as well.” you joked and he chuckled. “ Be proud of them, that’s all I’m saying.”

“ I am. “ he smiled, looking you with his emerald eyes. “ But you know what would make me a bit better right now?” he grinned and you looked at him confused.

“ What?”

“ A date. “ he wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. “ You know...for breaking my heart.”

“  Breaking your heart?!” you scoffed, smiling at him and slightly pushing him away. “ I think you’ll live.”

“ It’s just one date.” he got on his knees and placed his arms on your lap. “ I know you fancy me, (y/n). You wouldn’t be waiting for me in the common room if you didn’t.” he looked with the same sweetness as he did before.

“ Alright. One date but you better make it a good one.”

[harryseyebrows]

Hazoff Babies’ First Christmas Card

How about some Christmas in July? Because I’m horrible at finishing things and this is far overdue. 2.3k of pure fluff. Not an ounce of angst or suffering in sight. General warnings: mpreg, male nursing (squint and you’ll miss it), super tacky niche dialogue. Thank you to Sara @pinkzayn for proofreading! 

“Shit, do you think both of them are gonna fit in the box?”

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, H, but they’re pretty small. Recently squeezed out and all that.”

“Jeffrey, they’re almost five months old. I feel like we keep having to buy them new clothes, because every day something else doesn’t fit them anymore.”

“They’ll fit. We just might have to… stack ‘em a bit. Like baby Legos. Infant Jenga.”

Harry ignores him. He’s not being very helpful right now, but perhaps it’s for the best. Harry wants this done right so he’s gonna do it himself. So he stands there for a moment, hands on his hips, eyes narrowed at the gift box he bought months in advance for this very purpose and internally curses his past-self for not having the foresight to buy a bigger box. He glances between Jude and Eli on the floor having tummy time, completely fascinated by some red Christmas ribbon, and the box in question, sizing them up and trying to figure out how he’s going to arrange them for a good shot.

It’s their first Christmas card. It’s important. Anyone who has ever said a simple “Hello” to Harry on the street is getting one of these cards, not to mention all of Harry and Jeff’s family and friends that are chomping at the bit to get their hands on one. He gets it; they’re very cute, and he is more than happy to show them off at every available opportunity, especially when has creative control.

Jeff hasn’t said a word about Harry rearranging the living room or the outfits that he’s picked out, but Harry suspects Jeff thinks he’s a bit crazy.

“Okay babies,” Harry says while kneeling down to get their attention, even though it’s often hit or miss. It doesn’t stop him from narrating everything. He wants them to feel like they’re involved in the process. “We’re gonna do a trial run. Who wants to go in the box first?”

Jude is still very interested in his piece of ribbon, scrunching it up in his little fist and trying to put it in his mouth, giant wet drool patches all over it, bright red turning maroon. Eli, however, looks up at Harry with wide eyes, his head wobbling about in that way that babies do, and gives Harry a gummy smile.

Harry picks him up first and kisses all over his chubby face and neck to hear him shriek with delight. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry catches Jeff smiling at them from his spot on the couch.

“All right, chunks,” Harry says to Eli, knee-walking over to their Christmas tree and the box in front of it, which is wrapped in glittery red wrapping paper and filled with stuffing and cushions, a soft white blanket artfully laid over top to conceal it all. “We’re gonna put you right… here.”

Eli isn’t bothered by being put in the box or Harry rearranging his limbs. He just gives him another smile when Harry tickles him.

“You’re so happy today,” Harry coos. “I can’t wait to see what kind of meltdown you’re gonna have later, because there’s no way this can last. Just wait until your pictures are done, please.” Eli starts to ignore him halfway through, gaze drifting to a stray fuzzy on the blanket.

“Please don’t jinx it,” Jeff groans.

“Mm, we’ll see.”

Harry turns his attention to Jude, who has apparently found a fallen fruit puff that is who-knows how old, and decided to eat it. Harry just sighs and picks him up.

He gave up on being neurotic about those sorts of things a while ago. He was driving himself nuts, making sure they didn’t eat or touch anything they’re “not supposed to.” Jeff is more laidback, and happy to let them eat dirt if they want to. “It’s good for them. Builds up the immune system,” he’s said more than once, much to Harry’s horror. Now, though, a carpet-puff isn’t the end of the world.

On Harry’s shoulder, Jude immediately grabs onto Harry’s shirt and puts his face in his neck when Harry starts to kiss him. He’s much more cuddly than Eli and Harry takes full advantage of it.

“Okay, darling. You’re next. Into the box you go.” Harry places him carefully so he’s not squishing Eli, but it’s difficult because they’re both so wiggly. It takes a bit of maneuvering so that they look moderately comfortable, making sure that they won’t accidentally hurt each other.

Thankfully they both fit. It’s a little bit of a tight squeeze, and Jeff was right; they are stacked a bit like Baby Jenga. But it’s okay. It’ll work. Now all they have to do is get them changed into their picture-taking outfits and have them fall asleep. Harry tells this to Jeff who just gives him a look.

“Why don’t we just change them and take it while they’re awake?”

Harry raises his eyebrows and gestures at the babies with a hand. “Do you really think we’re gonna be able to get them to cooperate long enough for a picture with both of them looking?” To illustrate his point, he snaps his fingers and uses his higher-pitched voice, “Boys. Hey, look at Daddy. Over here--”

Eli looks for a brief second, turning his head in Harry’s direction before going back to sucking on his own fingers, while Jude ignores him entirely, more interested in his brother’s onesie, pulling on it with all of his strength to try and bring the fabric to his mouth. The doctor told them he’s probably starting to get his teeth, even if it seems a bit early. It definitely explains the drool.

“Okay, point made,” Jeff says, standing up to grab Jude and laying him over his shoulder, patting him on the bum a couple of times.

Harry grabs Eli and all four of them head to the twins’ room to put them in their Christmas outfits. Harry probably spent too long in the store agonizing over which things to buy, but ultimately decided on simple red and white-striped cotton pants, navy sweaters with red trim, and tiny white socks. They’re awful about keeping hats on, so he opted to not buy the little Santa hats he wanted to get, even if he still thinks they would have looked adorable.

He still feels very pleased with himself when they’re both dressed and laying on the changing table side-by-side.

“You two look very handsome. Don’t they look handsome, Daddy?” Harry pulls Jeff in with an arm around his waist.

“They get it from me,” Jeff elbows Harry gently.

“Oh, so you’re not gonna whine about how they’re my clones today?”

“That’s only when they’re acting up.”

Harry snorts. “Thanks.”

Jeff rubs his shoulder. “We ready to get this show on the road?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get Eli’s bottle ready.”

“Do you think it was a good idea to get them changed first? Shouldn’t we have waited?”

“We’ll be careful. They have bibs.”

“If you say so,” Jeff says, sounding dubious. Harry gets it; they’re messy little eaters, and while they might be heavy sleepers, he’s not sure they’d be able to stay asleep through having their clothes changed. If worse comes to worst, they always have wet wipes they can use to clean up any spills and dribbles. Or Harry can just arrange them to hide any stains.

Jeff takes the boys back into the living room, having mastered the art of the Two Baby Grab, one in each of the crooks of his arms.

With Eli’s bottle done, Harry grabs bibs and two cloths before sliding his shirt over his head and dropping down onto the couch next to Jeff, trading the bottle for Jude.

The boys are happy to be fed, both of their eyes fluttering shut after just a couple of minutes, making happy little noises and flexing their fingers in contentment. Harry watches as Jeff attentively wipes Eli’s mouth if any milk starts to escape and turns his attention to Jude when he feels wetness rolling down his own chest, using the bib to catch it before it can get on Jude’s sweater.

They do a decent job at managing any potential stains. By the time the boys are done, there’s not a single drop on them, and Harry’s initial goal has been met: they’re sound asleep.

The lighting is good right now, the sun not to bright or shining directly into the window, so after burping them through their snooze, Jeff and Harry place the babies in the box, adjusting the blanket just so. They arrange their little bodies so that their limbs are tucked close, their chubby, slack faces angled towards the camera.

Standing behind the tripod, Harry fiddles with the camera settings for a few seconds before snapping away. Jeff seems content to let Harry do his thing, but stands by in case he’s needed, dutiful and attentive. The boys don’t stir much, only the occasional twitch or jerk. After a couple of minutes, Harry is satisfied with the pictures he’s taken and he’s eager to upload them for editing. He already has a plan for the prints; a simple, understated decorative border, matte finish, off-white envelopes. His favorite pen and Christmas stamps are all ready to go for when the cards arrive, and people should be getting them within the next two weeks at the most.

But before he can do any of that, he and Jeff should put the boys in their respective cribs. The box can’t be very comfortable, even if they do look adorable, cuddled up next to each other.

“You happy with the pictures?” Jeff asks, gingerly holding Jude against his chest.

“Very. You should be thankful you have such a talented photographer for a husband.”

“True, but I think humbleness is your best quality.”

They put both boys down and keep their bedroom door cracked before heading back into the living room. Harry disassembles his tripod and grabs the memory card from his camera.

On the couch with his head in Jeff’s lap and his laptop on his thighs, Harry goes through the pictures, clicking around to find the best one.

“Which do you like better? This one or this one?” Harry asks Jeff.

“Uh, they look identical to me, but the second one? I guess?”

“Good answer. That’s the one I was leaning towards.”

With a few tweaks and a quick crop, he uploads their selection onto the cardstock website and places the order. Everything is done and it all went successfully. He’s genuinely surprised, but pleasantly so. His good mood probably warrants a kiss, he thinks. So Harry puts his laptop on the coffee table and urges Jeff to lie lengthwise on the couch with him, tucking their knitted throw around them. Harry rubs his socked feet against Jeff’s ankles, head resting on his shoulder.

Jeff tits his face down obligingly when Harry pouts his lips out dramatically, and Harry can’t help but laugh into the kiss. It ends up with them pressing their half open mouths together, exchanging warm puffs of air, but it’s lovely all the same.

No matter the trials they’ve been through, it still makes Harry’s heart clench that they get to do this, get to be unabashedly happy around and with each other. Things aren’t always easy these days, but moments like this make it seem like it can’t be that bad.

It’s Christmastime, their boys are asleep down the hall, and Harry couldn’t be happier. He kisses Jeff again.

~~~

Niall spots the return address in the top left corner of the thick white envelope and gets unreasonably excited. He waits until he’s back in the house to carefully tear it open, careful not to disturb what he suspects is inside.

The horizontal card is sturdy and expensive-looking. It has Harry’s handiwork written all over it, from the tasteful gold and white border, to the elegant and looping font that reads, “Happy Holidays from The Azoffs.”

However, the picture really steals the show. Niall can’t tell them apart for the life of him, so he doesn’t know who is who, but Jude and Eli look too cute for their own good in the box that Niall is sure Harry painstakingly crafted himself. The lid of said box is leaning casually against the side of it, likely placed there and rearranged until it looked perfect. The Christmas tree behind them is decorated perfectly, color-coordinated ornaments, lights, and tinsel all complimenting each other. Even the rug around the tree matches it all. The boys are asleep and look peacefully oblivious that one of their dads is a complete nut.

He’s met them a few times already, and remembers seeing them when they were very fresh and new at the hospital, but it seems like the older they get, the more they grow into their features.

“Christ they look like Harry,” he whispers to himself, holding the card up to his face. Same lips, same eyes, same eyebrows. It’s like Harry’s body said “if I’m carrying these kids, there’s gonna be no mistaking who they belong to.” Maybe some of Jeff will show up in them as they get bigger. For now, it makes Niall laugh, knowing that there are two tiny carbon copies of Harry wiggling around on earth, probably pooping or crying or doing other baby things right this second.

He doesn’t have a lot of things hanging on his fridge; just a few notes and reminders for doctors appointments, a picture that Theo drew him a couple months ago. Using a magnet, he pins the Christmas card next to Theo’s picture and thinks it looks nice there, where he’ll see it every day. He’ll have to call Harry later and give him shit for being such a dad, and for managing to have two kids that look like he produced them asexually and completely on his own.

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Some pics from our last day at Aulani :(

Jax took a nap by the pool yesterday. Too cute of a pic not to post. And then I noticed the sand between his baby toes...even cuter

...same nap, different position. He was completely knocked out!

Anthony and Joe were in the pool and did the water slide while Jax was snoozing.

In true Disney fashion, this place was unbelievable. No detail was left out, no picture opportunity was missed, and the attention and demeanor of the “cast members” was not lost on me. While Jax was sleeping, I observed this “cast member photographer” get stopped by numerous guests with a myriad of questions from where is the nearest restroom and how do I get to “Auntys Beach house” to what are they building next door and what is the event that is taking place on the beach. Never did she hesitate or say she didn’t know. That’s what I love about Disney-you will never encounter a rude cast member or get an “I don’t know” when you ask a question. Everyone is friendly and willing to help- no matter what you need.

Didn’t mean to get off on a tangent, just throwing my 2 cents out there.

The kids picked some “berries” from one of the trees before we left. They were actually getting along nicely while we were at Aulani-hoping I’m not jinxing the rest of our adventure-knock on wood!

And then we were off to Waikiki Beach Resort-with just a couple of bags. #SalimaosdoKwaj