do not approach the hooded figures

liloloveyou024  asked:

WTNV au where victor is the radio host of a friendly desert community and yuuri is the scientist with beautiful hair

A friendly beachside community where the sun never sets, where the sea is beautiful, and where the ninja ghosts from the castle come down to move our furniture twenty centimetres to the right when we sleep….

Welcome to…. Hasetsu.

Hello listeners. 

To start things off, I have been instructed to make this brief announcement: the city council of Hasetsu is opening a new Ice Castle on the former site of the high school, which as we may remember, vanished during the Incident of ‘09. They would like to remind us that there is no ice at the Ice Castle. You will not be allowed to go into the Ice Castle. If you see hooded figures in the Ice Castle, look away. Do not approach the hooded figures in the Ice Castle.

The doors will be locked at all times and the handle will be electrified. Do not touch it. Do not think about it. The Ice Castle is friendly and should not harm you.

And now, the news.

We cannot at this time confirm nor deny that Phichit Chulanont has indeed seen the Angels that he so claimed to have seen, but from what I understand the Angels have helped him fix his laptop, so they must surely be benign. If anyone is interested in helping him in his search, he will be on the bridge between Walnut and Pine, and waving a selfie stick. 

There have been rumours of sightings of the legendary Ice Fairy on the bay. Do not believe these rumours. The Ice Fairy resents being called a fairy, after all. He told me, just the other day, that he would prefer to be called the Ice Tiger. Of course, he is also the size of my pinky, and so could not even begin to resemble a tiger. 

A new man has arrived in town today. We all are wondering who he is. Why is his hair so perfect? Why is his face so perfect? Why is his butt so perfect? And of course, how can he look so beautiful in those glasses and that lab coat? We wonder what he is doing here. He says he is a scientist. But we have all been scientists at one point or another. So what is he really doing here? 

The new man gathered us all for a town meeting. He has eyes the colour of caramel coffee and lips the colour of cherry blossoms, and oh, when he smiled, I fell in love instantly.

The new man tells us his name is Yuuri, and that he is here because he thinks we are the most fascinating town in Japan. I think he is the most fascinating person in Japan. Everything about him is perfect, from the way his brows crinkle when he looks at his madly flashing devices to the way he blushes to the way his hair falls perfectly just at his brow. 

And now, the weather. 

“I’m sorry I’m famous and you’re not. Now that everyone is coming for me, it’s not fun and I just want the hate to stop.”

Tyrese apologizes to the ladies, realizes the ladies deserve better.

My mother taught me better than this….. lesson learned in life you will learn that It’s not always “what” you say, it’s the “how” we choose to say it. For the record I’m far from a misogynist, a male chauvinist or flat out mean….. My intentions were there but my delivery fucking horrible…. And clearly all the way off…. And for that I sincerely apologize to all of the ladies… Even after this apology…. Some may likely decide to NOT forgive me…. Time and consistency heals all wounds…. Although I’ve been consistently for years speaking on these topics and some of the same words in my message, I have never experienced what I am experiencing right now. - I’ve been getting dragged and feel the heat from my poor choice of words and approach to my messages, trust me….. Please accept this as my sincere apology for my poor choice of words - Shit gets real when it goes from a social media dragging to my own wife giving me the side eye and coming at me, even she’s not happy with the way I’ve conducted myself…. it’s crazy how non-public figures can say and do some really dumb shit and it will stay amongst your family and friends or local in your hood…. When you have been an entertainer for 15+ years the whole WORLD is literally watching you grow up & learn, bump your head, make mistakes and evolve as the world watches…. This is a real lesson learned… This is not just a regular IG post for me. I want to truly say that I’m sorry, I’m not APOLOGIZING in an effort to be politically correct, I apologize as a man first for the things that I’ve recently said about choices women have the right to make, for the terms that I’ve used and the way I’ve come across. I was raised to think and feel certain ways, and I’m learning new things that combat those messages. I am not perfect or all knowing, nor am I the one to claim to be. I’ve learned things through experience which I share, and through these last couple of weeks, I’ve learned a lot through this well deserved internet dragging…… This is about a man owning up to his actions, taking responsibility, recognizing how to do better, and actually doing better. Ladies you deserve better…

Ladies do you forgive him?

Real Life Encounters

 Pairing: MMA!Jason Todd/Torres x (fem!)Reader

Prompt: what if you met a real life Jason Todd? Amazing right? Here’s how it would go…

Words: 2988

Warnings: asshole creeps, foul language, sexual harassment.

A/N since this is a real life scenario I’m changing Jason’s last name to Torres because 1. If I left at Todd that would just be a little weird 2. I’d like to think Jason is half Latino or comes from Latino descent (maybe the other half is american?) so yeah. I hope you like! 

P.S. it’s not really…an AU…it’s loosely based on @jasontodd-is-alive ‘s “Alternate Careers for the Outlaws”…also i apologize for it not being gender neutral, i’m really trying to get used to using they/them pronouns, and i’ll try to write future oneshots as gender neutral once i get used to it.

Gotham City, New Jersey. What an interesting place your job had taken you. It was oddly eerie how similar it was to Gotham City from the comics. You know, Batman, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl and Red Hood. Tall skyscrapers, a rich business mogul, crime ridden streets. Weird right?

The company you worked for was holding a business trip in Gotham City and it was absolutely mandatory. Hence here you were.

It was your first day in the city and it had been long and strenuous. You decided to get some down time at a bar near your hotel and grab a drink before calling it a night.

You opened the door and went straight for the open barstool near the end of the bar. You sat down and folded your hands across the bar top and waited for the bartender to take your order.

“How can I help you today, miss?” He said with a jersey accent.

“A scotch on the rocks please,” you said and rested your chin in your palm.

“ID, please.”

You took out your ID and gave it to the bartender.

“[state you’re from], eh?” He raised an eyebrow.


He inspected it for no more than 30 seconds and handed it back to you. He left you and began working on your drink. You sighed and put your ID back in your purse, then continued resting your chin in your palm.

As the man to your right left his stool, another guy replaced him. He had a blond buzzcut, tattoos littered his arms and he was wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of army pants. He didn’t look friendly or attractive at all. At least not from your perspective.

“Hey,” he said. You weren’t sure if it was to you or not, so you ignored him. One of your coworkers (and best friend) advised you not to socialize with the locals; they were “weirdos”.

“Hey,” he repeated and this time you turned your head in his direction. He was closer to you than you would have liked, considering you could smell the whiskey from his mouth. He looked your figure up and down once and grinned at you, showing off his gold grill.

Oh come on…” you thought to yourself.

“Are you talking to me?” You asked him.

“You bet, baby,” he winked. You rolled your eyes in response and turned your head back to the bartender now in front of you serving your drink. You whispered a thank you to him and began sipping the scotch.

“Aw come on, have a little fun,” he slung his arm around you shoulder, “Why don’t I take you home and show you a good time, eh?”

You shivered at his touch, but not in a good way. You stopped sipping and looked at the man who wouldn’t leave you alone. You had two options: politely decline his invitation or stand your ground and tell him off. Either way, he was getting rejected.

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Welcome To Night Vale — Episode 1: Pilot {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ The moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It is possible you will see Hooded Figures in the dog park. Do not approach them. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Try not to look at the dog park, and especially do not look for any period of time at the Hooded Figures. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ _____ says the Angels revealed themselves to him/her. Said they were ten feet tall, radiant, and one of them was black. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who is he? What does he want from us? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He says he is a scientist. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ But why now? Why here? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Cover your ears to blot out the screams. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Gatorade is basically soda, so give your kids plain old water and maybe some orange slices when they play. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He has a square jaw, and teeth like a military cemetery. His hair is perfect, and we all hate, and despair, and love that perfect hair in equal measure. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He grinned, and everything about him was perfect, and I fell in love instantly. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I fear for anyone caught between what they know and what they don’t yet know that they don’t know. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Guns don’t kill people. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it’s a miracle. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Lights. Seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher, and beyond that. We know the difference. We’ve caught on to their game. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The future is here, and it’s about 100 feet above the Arby’s. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The sun didn’t set at the correct time today. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We must be grateful to have the sun at all. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ _____ would like to remind you about the tiered Heavens, and the hierarchy of Angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Please do not speak to or acknowledge any Angels that you may come across. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Alligators: can they kill your children? Yes. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think the best way to die would be swallowed by a giant snake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Whatever population that city has, they know about us now, and we might be hearing from them very soon. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ _____ looked nervous. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through the evening with. Or, at least, good memories of when you did. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Goodnight. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Look to the north. Keep looking. There’s nothing coming from the south. ❜❜
A Phone Call Pt 2 (Jumin x MC)

Jumin rushes home, to find a letter waiting for him.

Word Count: 1670

1st Part

I haven’t got much to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!


The moment the gunshot was heard, Jumin erupted to his feet, rushing out the door towards the nearest airport.

The only thing on his mind was you.

The only thing in his heart was you

It was always you.

“MC?” He continued to say your name, each time only growing more and more distressed, as though he may shatter at any second.

Yet as he lowered the phone, his brow furrowed and tears stinging at his gaze he noticed something peculiar.

The call had ended abruptly.

He tried to call again receiving a default voice.

“The number you’re trying to call is unavailable.”

He scoffed, scrunching up his nose in frustration. “What?”

It had been working just moments ago.

He didn’t even receive voicemail.

And his concern skyrocketed.

He took the next plane home as soon as possible, doing whatever it took to guarantee he’d be there as soon as he could.

His father called him the moment Jumin insisted he wouldn’t continue his meetings, bewilderment drenched in his words.

Until he learned why.

And as soon as that, there was nothing.

Just an ill-feeling as sickening as poison coursing through Jumin.

For he hadn’t the faintest idea of what would be waiting on the other side of that door that had been your home.

He had promised you would always be safest beside him.

He should’ve stayed.

He wanted to.

But he didn’t.

The moment it counted he let you down.

And you might be gone.

The most precious thing in his life.


It left him feeling like a rotting corpse.

Yet as he arrived home, he found police and detectives covering the area, their heads turning to him with an odd mixture of pity and fear.

Only one of them approached him, her face dotted with small scars and freckles.

“Hello, Mr. Han.”

Her voice was solemn.

“I’m sure you know…about your wife’s disappearance.”

His gaze widened to the size of saucers, his lips parting slightly in absolute horror.

As silly as it had seemed a part of him had hoped you’d still be waiting on the other side of the front door.

Like this, all was some sort of horrendous nightmare.

You’d be confused on how he came all the way back so quickly, peppering his face in kisses and assuring him you were fine.

That you were right there.

That you were with him.

The detective folded her lips awkwardly. “Yes well…we found a few things of theirs.”

She revealed your phone, a bullet hole having shattered the glass and leaving it utterly useless.

“We found this in your closet. Can you verify that this is MC’s phone?”

Jumin took it from her, a sob caught in his throat.

“S-She wasn’t s-shot.”


“I-I was o-on the phone with h-her when this happened,” He muttered, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle the breaks. “I-I heard o-one of the intruders come in and t-they struggled.”

His chest heaved, shoulders dropping.

“T-The call ended with a gunshot. I-I was s-so afraid…”

Tears slipped from his eyes, curling against his cheeks.

“I’m…I’m very sorry Mr. Han.” The detective cleared her throat, aiming her eyes down at the floor. “But…MC is missing.”


“The intruders kidnapped them.”

His entire world shattered in seconds.

He hadn’t thought such a thing was possible.

But he also hadn’t thought someone as wonderful as you existed either. 

“We can guarantee that they did that, because…they left a letter.” 

She slipped it out from her pocket, handing it to him. “Here it is.”

It had already been open, surely examined by police.

And what was on the paper only assured that.

It gave a location, and an amount of money to be left there.

And a special instruction.

No security.

Come alone. 

“They’re extorting you,” The detective said as Jumin looked up.

He was hardly surprised.

“I’m sure once the money is given they’ll release MC.” She murmured. “This’ll all be solved soon enough. We’ll help you carry out the details.”

“When is this supposed to happen?” 

“Tomorrow morning.” 

And the world appeared hollow until then.

He found himself emotionless to everything else, as though a dark cloud hovered over him, blankly answering questions here and there, only silent when they mentioned you.

Yet he knew he reacted somehow.

For his heart tore each time.

And his vision became blurred with tears. 

Yet when the day came, he had never been more focused.

He and his father had put your face on every news channel, website, and poster imaginable, the RFA alone offering any sort of help they could give.

But this was his best chance. 

He had to do this.

He was driven by Driver Kim to an area on the edge of the inner city, near subways and scattered apartments that appeared like a small town in it of itself.

He was instructed to wait just outside one of the apartments, the money asked for stuffed within a duffel.

He stepped out with a solemn goodbye from Driver Kim, following the directions as he approached on of the apartments, glancing to and fro for some sort of hope.

Any sort of sign from you would be enough to keep him going.

He watched the door opening, a hooded figure emerging out and walking towards him, stopping just at his side.

And they whispered.

“Follow me.” They spoke beneath their breath, a glazed expression facing Jumin. “We’ll take you to MC.” 

His face lit up, anticipation welling inside of him.

Yet, as well as skepticism. 

“Why can’t you bring her here?”

“Too many people, thanks to your worldwide ads. It’s too risky.” They huffed, nudging him as they continued on.

And he followed.

What else did he have?

He was taken farther out of the city when hotels and bars became stretched out with wide parking lots and empty property.

They curved about one of the parking lots on the farthest end, dead lights and chipped walls of the building nearby, hinting that it was abandoned.

No one around.

Yet he noticed a car on the far end as they came to it, two other figures waiting, one leaning against a rolled down window. 

And as he came closer, he watched as the car door was opened.

Revealing you.

A rope was tied around your wrists as you were lead out, staggering about before you lifted your head and saw Jumin letting out a delighted sob.

“Jumin!” You yelled, a smile he long missed painting your features.

“MC!” He rushed forward, pulling you into his arms without a second’s hesitation, holding you as if you were more valuable than any treasure the world could offer.

And you were.

“MC…you’re…you’re okay!” He laughed weakly, peppering your face in kisses, an unbelievable joy soaking him.

“You came! I knew you would!” 

“The fact that he came isn’t enough,” One of the kidnappers growled, a suddenly different tone overtaking them. “Money. Now.” 

Jumin threw the duffel towards them, humming comforting words to you as you sank against his chest. 

And a few minutes later another one of the men spoke up.

“You got it all. Good.”

“Is that all then?” Jumin frowned, shooting daggers at them.

“No, we need one more thing.” 

“That being?”

He listened to the sound of a gun being cocked, horror striking him as it saw it aimed directly at you. 

He entangled his arms tighter and more protectively around you, snarling. “What is this?”

“Only one of you can leave. You get to make that decision.” 

You were struck with terror beyond belief, clutching his sleeve as you cried out objections.

“You said you’d let us go! You said all you wanted was the money! You don’t have to do this!” 

“We’re not here to negotiate. Step back, or you both get shot.” 

You shuddered, backing away with movement heavier than cinderblocks.

Jumin listened as another was loaded and aimed at him, the cold metallic surface of the barrel pressing against his head.

“So, who’s it going to be? You corporate fat cats only care about yourselves so I guess it won’t be too hard will it?” 

“Is that why you’re doing this?” Jumin snapped. “Envy? Hatred? If you have something against me, that’s fine, but do not bring MC into this! They have done nothing wrong!” 

“You wouldn’t have come otherwise.” They shrugged. “It’s not like you’re going to change our minds. So go ahead, decide.” 

“J-Jumin please…” You whimpered. “G-Get out of here…”

He clenched his hands into fists, wanting nothing more than to embrace you, and to escape from this.

But only one of you would be leaving.

And it didn’t even take him a second to decide who.

“Shoot me.” 

You screamed out in outrage, only being held back by one of them, wailing. “Jumin don’t! Don’t do this! Please!” 


He nodded.

“Yes, shoot me. Let MC go. Do not ever hurt them again. Leave them be.”

“You can’t do this Jumin! Please! D-Don’t throw away your life for me!” 

“Well, you’ve surprised me.” The man shrugged, gesturing to the other, knocking Jumin to his knees.

And in his last moments, he looked up to you, utter love and adoration filling every inch of him, smiling just a tad.

You were here.

You’d be safe.

“Darling, a life without you, is not a life worth living.” 

And with that, the bullet left. 

And the world disappeared.

But his love for you, never would.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your writing style :) If it's no trouble, could you make a hc with rfa getting a reverse proposal from MC ?(like, MC turn the table and ask for marriage/propose to rfa members, lol). How'd MC do it and maybe for bonuses, their reaction for the proposal. Oh thank you before ^^

I love this idea soooo much!!! Yes!

~Ok guys all aboard the train to marshmallow fluffs-ville

◉ Yoosung

  • You were so nervous!
  • You thought about doing an LOLOL related proposal
  • But would that be too obvious?
  • You wanted to make sure it was special, though…
  • You set up a quest for him!
  • He woke up to find a note one morning
    • Superman Yoosung! Your quest begins today! Follow the clues and complete the tasks to find your lady fair!
  • He was so intrigued and excited! He got to it right away
  • He had to complete several tasks
  • The first was a puzzle which led him to him to his first clue once completed
  • You led him to all the spots you guys frequented
  • He had to talk with people or receive special items with hidden meanings
  • His last task was approaching this hooded figure
  • It was Saeyoung in a mage’s cloak!
  • You asked him to help you out and he was more than happy
  • He asked Yoosung a series of riddles and pointed him in your direction when he answered them all
  • His heart was pounding when he saw you standing there in the park
  • He was curious to see what all of this was about
    • “Congrats, Yoosung! Your valiant efforts have unlocked a special item! Do you wish to equip?”
  • You opened the box to reveal the ring
  • His heart stopped
    • “Is this?”
    • “Will you marry me, Yoosung?” you smiled
  • His eyes got a little glassy
    • “You’re so amazing. Of course I will!”
  • He let you put the ring on his finger
    • “KISS ALREADY!!!!”
  • Saeyoung yelled
  • He was watching the whole thing from behind a tree
  • Yoosung took your face in his hands and kissed you

◉ Jumin

  • You were a little nervous
  • You know how Jumin likes to follow custom
  • But you didn’t want to wait around for him
  • You enlisted the help of Elizabeth 3rd
  • Hopefully she would help soften him up
    • “Come here, sweetie”
  • You placed the ring on her collar in the other room
    • “Jumin! Elizabeth 3rd has something for you, I think,” you called to him
  • He was sitting on the couch when she jumped into his lap
    • “Oh? What is it?”
  • He pet her and noticed the ring on her collar
    • “MC? This ring?”
  • You were blushing and sat next to him with a nod
    • “Will you marry me, Jumin?”
  • His face softened and he got that Jumin smirk of his
    • “You’re so cute, you couldn’t wait,” he beamed
  • He pressed a finger under your chin and kissed you
    • “Of course, now I have no choice but to double the ring size I was planning on giving you as an apology for making you wait…You have a strong enough finger to carry it I assume?”

◉ Zen 

  • This proposal took so much planning
  • You both got onto the subway together
  • It started moving and it was pretty quiet
    • “That’s weird…” Zen whispered to you
    • “What?”
    • “Some of these people look familiar?”
  • All of a sudden one person started singing
  • And another person joined in
  • Then the whole car was singing
    • “What is going on??” Zen looked around confused
  • Then the RFA members removed their hats and hoods and glasses and were singing too
  • Then you joined them!
  • You were all singing and dancing
  • You had asked his friends from the theater and the RFA to help sing your favorite song
  • He had the biggest smile on his face!!
  • He was so red in his cheeks!
  • Jumin was even singing pretty well and smiling
  • When it got to the end everyone got behind you and you got down on one knee and opened the ring box
    • “Zen, please marry me?” you panted
  • Everyone was hinging on his response
    • “How could I not?” he smiled so wide
  • Everyone burst out in cheers!
  • He picked you up and twirled you around before giving you a big kiss

◉ Jaehee

  • You had been planning this for months
  • You had the ring
  • And finally your custom scrabble piece had arrived in the mail
  • A small wooden square with “will you marry me” etched into it
  • It was a game you two often played together at night before bed
  • It was your chance to unwind and spend time together
  • She was brewing the tea for you both
    • “Scrabble tonight? Should I set it up?” you asked
    • “Of course, if you’re ready to lose,” she laughed
  • She brought the tea to the table and sat across from you ready to play
  • You let the game go for a bit
  • You were sweatin with nervousness
  • Finally you laid the piece down
    • “What about this?” you asked
  • She adjusted her glasses to look at it
  • She gasped and put her hands over her mouth
    • “Really?!” her eyes were watering up and she was red
  • You pulled the ring out and presented it to her
    • “Yes, will you marry me, Jaehee?”
  • She was crying a little
    • “YES! Yes, of course I will!”
  • You put the ring on her finger and kissed her
    • “I’m so happy,” she smiled and looked at the ring

◉ Saeyoung

  • It was late and you were waiting for Saeyoung to come home from work
  • He walked through the door to find the lights off
  • You were standing with a flashlight in the living room
  • You had built a tent and had a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor
    • “What is this?” he chuckled
    • “I thought we could pretend we were camping tonight. I got this device that projects the stars so it will be realistic. We can tell ghost stories,” you got a devilish grin and flashed the light up to your face, “OOoooOOOoooO,” you wailed
  • He cracked up
    • “Sounds amazing. I’ll grab some snacks and meet you under the tent!”
  • You were surrounded by chip bags and soda
  • You were tickling each other and flashing your flashlights on each others faces
    • “Okay-okay-okay, are you ready?” you reached your hand out for the device
  • You suddenly felt nauseous and nervous
    • “Ready,” he grinned and turned off his flashlight
  • You flipped the switch and a sea of stars coated the whole room
  • Both of your mouths were opened wide in amazement
  • You pointed to a special constellation
  • There written in stars was “Saeyoung ,will you marry me?”
  • You had it specially made
  • He looked back to see you holding a ring out
  • He moved his glasses up for a second to wipe his tears
  • He was crying a little
  • But happily
    • “Come here, you”
  • He pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head before nuzzling you
    • “Let’s get married,” he whispered happily


◉ Saeran

  • You guys had been skirting around the idea of marriage
  • And honestly you were sick of waiting for him to make a move
  • So you took things into your own hands
  • One night you had finished eating dinner
  • He was waiting on the couch
  • You usually watched a movie and had some ice cream and cuddle time before bed
    • “I found a new flavor! I think you’ll really like this one!” you called from the kitchen
  • He perked up a bit
  • He loved when you found new things for him to try
    • “Can’t wait. Now hurry up, the movie is starting.”
  • You jumped up onto the couch next to him and held the tub out for him
    • “You’re acting weird,” he looked at you funny
    • “Just…try it and tell me what you think?” you blushed
  • He looked puzzled and grabbed the ice cream carton
  • He opened it to reveal an empty carton that had been filled with foam
  • A small cut had been made to hold a ring
  • You bit your lip nervously
    • “Will you marry me, Saeran?”
  • His face went blank and his eyes went wide
  • He went pale except for his red cheeks
  • He sighed
    • “Whyyy” he groaned
  • You wanted to die
    • “…What’s wrong?” you were trying not to cry
    • “Why are you so impatient? If you’d just waited a bit longer”
  • He reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box
  • Opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring
  • Okay now you were crying
    • “Why didn’t you tell me I didn’t know yo-!”
  • He cut you off with a big kiss
  • You both put the rings on each others fingers and cuddled happily
  • You both were beaming
    • “But…MC…was there really no new ice cream flavor?”
🐕 ‘Don’t Go in the Dog Park’ Ward 🚷

inspired by night vale, a ward to keep you from entering dangerous spaces, spiritually/physically

“Dogs are not allowed in the dog park. People are not allowed in the dog park. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the dog park. Do not approach them. Do not approach the dog park. The dog park will not harm you.”

🐕 gather: rose branches, scissors, a taglock of you, your preferred warding incense, a small witch’s bottle, salt, a box to lay this spell in. 

🚷 place the witch’s bottle on one side of the box, your taglock on the other.

🐕 create a salt line down the middle

🚷 cut the tips of the rose branches’ thorns off. this is so they warn you but do not hurt. leave as much of the thorn there as you can.

🐕 lay the branch, your “fence” over the salt line

🚷 let the incense smoke waft over your side of the fence.

🐕 seal the box.

🚷 do not disturb the “dog park”. doing so will damage the ward

🐕 if you wish, you can cut the rose branch in three pieces, if you want to have a “gate” and the option to enter dangerous places

Blood of Gods 1/?

Originally posted by gertieparr

NOTES: This is the first chapter of my Ivar’s fanfic (I joined the prologue too for it to have more sense). It takes time after Sigurd’s death and it does not follow the exact story of the tvshow. English is not my mother language so I apologized for wrong grammar or spelling. The story behind Enia it’s all invented but Asturia kingdom (now a days the region of Asturias) and it’s celtic culture it’s all historical. 

MENTIONS: @nothingbuthappydays @kirah34 @hornyorca  (If you wanna be mention in the next parts please do tell me).

The cold wind was hitting Enia’s face; it reminded her of the mountains which had seen her grow.  All of the memories of her younger brother came to her mind while she was looking at the crowd before her, it was a group of Christians celebrating a funeral but the person who got all of the Celtic woman’s attention was the man officiating it. He had been the one who stole Nel from her, and he would be the one regretting it.

“What are we going to do to get him back my queen?”

“Whatever it takes.” The response that left Enia’s mouth was full of fury. She turned her head looking at the loyal man next to her. “And do not call me queen. I’m not one.”

All of Ragnar sons were discussing what to do know. After Sigurd’s funeral, in which Ivar had been silent, they had to decide where to go.

“Prince Bjorn.” The oldest of the siblings turned to the man approaching him. He was holding a hooded person right beside him with the help of two more men.

“Who is this?” All of the men in the booth were looking at the mysterious figure in front of them.

Before the fighter who had break in the reunion could say a word the person lowered the hood showing everyone its face. Bjorn eyed the young woman, she had blood on her clothes, her long-brown hair was held in a braid and her eyes were as green as a field right after it rains but they hid a blue color that could drown you, none of them had seen such beauty before. He looked at the man again and he saw that he was carrying a sword covered in blood too in the opposite hand to the one holding the girl.

“She hasn’t said a word. She appeared from nowhere and started attacking us.”

“And why do you bring her to us instead of killing her yourselves?”Asked Halfdan after hearing that she had killed their people.

The girl laughed at the question as the three soldiers looked at each other concerned. “They could not have done it.”

“She wanted to see you. That’s why we are bringing her here.”

“Why do you want to see us?” Hvitserk was already curious about her but the thing she said made his curiosity grow even more.  

She looked at the three men by her, Bjorn understood the look in her eyes and asked the men to release her and go. The young woman rubbed her wrists while looking at the place where the now four sons of a King and two men she didn’t know were standing. She knew who Ragnar Lothbrok was, and if his sons were half of the man he was, she would not have to worry.

“I have to admit that I thought that people had been exaggerating about your fighting skills, but they were right. Your warriors were definitely the boldest ones I’ve seen.” She smiled at them thinking about the reason why she had come there; those people could be the help she needed.

“What is the reason of your attack? You’re just one, we can kill you before you blink.” Neither Ubbe or the rest of the men there did know how to think about her, it was obvious that she wanted something from them but what, and most important, why did she had that confidence when she were surrounded by the best Viking warriors. She might had something that they were interested in.

“The reason of my attack was plainly draw you attention and now that I have it I would like to introduce myself. My name is Enia and it is clear that I’m not a Christian so as you can guess, we have the same enemy.”

 “You aren’t a Viking either so why do you think we will be friends? And more significant, do you really think that we will not kill you for attacking us?”

“You must be Ivar…” Enia smiled at the youngest son, Ivar instead looked at the girl with anger and that amused her. “I heard that you want to see the Mediterranean. One of my men is from the town that the Moors call Arromana, it’s the most important place in Saracen Spain and he would happily be your guide and translator.”

“In exchange from what?” Bjorn was now interested, if he and Halfdan had a person who knows the territory they were going to they would get rid of any problem.

“In exchange from nothing big, just letting me join you on your next raids against the Christians.”

The men there viewed each other thinking about the deal that the mysterious woman offered them. Harald, who was the only one that hadn’t speak yet, stood up from his seat and approached her.

“My plans are not in here or the Mediterranean, but I hope they take the deal. It’s always a beautiful sight a woman who knows what she wants.”

After saying that Harald exit the tent followed by his brother Harald. This last one gave a nod to Bjorn letting him know that he would accept whatever he decided.

“How many are you?” Ivar stared at his oldest brother annoyed by the fact that Bjorn was going to say yes to the proposition.

“There are ten men and four women, but one of the men is your future guide and the other is a druid who does not fight. That makes us thirteen warriors.”

“A druid?” Neither Hvitserk or any of his brothers knew about Celtics and their culture.

“A druid is the most important person in a tribe after the leader, sometimes even above them. He dedicates his life to our people and our Gods. He’s a medicine man, a seer and a lorekeeper of nature among many other things.” Explained Enia.

“What do you say brother? You’re going to be the one leading the raids…” Bjorn was praying for his younger brother to take the deal. But it seems that he wasn’t very pleased with the girl.

“I do not wish to have weak warriors and a stupid woman who thinks she’s better than us in my army. We are Vikings, we don’t need you and we’re not accepting the deal.” Enia looked at Ivar with a serious face. She was clearly bothered by the words of the prince.

“My people are not weak. They could have attack you while you were crying the brother that you killed, instead I told them that I were going to talk to you and see if you were half of the man your father was. But I can see that you’re not.” Ivar was now red of anger towards Enia. But she didn’t seem to be worried about him because she turned to look at Bjorn who was now pissed off at his little brother . “You don’t have to worry, Altair will be your guide.”

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@iiiiitschloe requested: Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader where he comes back from the dead and goes back to his grave, where he sees the reader leaving flowers and talking about how she’s been trying to move on? This upsets him because he loved her but he realizes that she’s probably worked a lot at moving past him and decides it’s for the best that he doesn’t try to force himself back into her life



His footsteps hit the ground as he walked, but mentally he didn’t quite remember how he got there.
It was the anniversary of his death and he was back as a reminder.

A reminder as to why he even bothered to wake up that morning, a reminder as to why he dons the red hood at night, a reminder as to why you’re no longer in his arms.
As he approached his grave, he spotted a familiar figure and darted quickly behind another tombstone.

He recognized you instantaneously as you silently sat in front of his grave.
Wanting to reach out, he planned how he was going to approach you.
Would he even try to talk? Would you loathe him? Would he just hold you in his arms?
Either way, nothing here and now was going to result well, so he hung back and thought of another good time to do so. Like tonight?

His planning was interrupted by your voice and his heart jolted thinking you had caught him.
“I’m doing well i think. Well my therapist says i’ve made major improvements.” you said with a proud smile.

Smiling to himself he felt proud of you, he hurt knowing the pain he had put you through and what the clown had put you both through - but atleast one of you was doing better. Falling in love at such a young age had its drawbacks, but he remembered being so proud of you when you’d pass a test - or the way you made an effort to celebrate when he passed his exams.  You’d both found tiny ways of celebrating another and if he was asked today how to make a relationship succeed, that would be his exact advice.

A relationship with you again would be perfect. You were High school sweethearts who were basically inseparable. He smiled fondly at the memories of you telling him to tell Bruce to suck it for trying to pull him away from you, and just knew that you’d get along with his new friends perfectly.

“This is so awkward but i think it’s time.” He heard you sigh “I’ve been asked to go out with a friend from college. I know you’d like him. You know, he almost has a book collection that rivals yours! But even if its not with Michael, it’s time for me to stop wishing that this is just some sick joke. I’ll always love you Jason and i will always keep you in my heart, but, it’s time.”

He hung his head in response and bit his tongue from responding and heard the plastic cellophane of flower wrap touch his tombstone.

“I’m sorry Jason.”

“Me too y/n.” He whispered as he hung back, thinking better of his plan, that he now knew was frankly idiotic.

Hearing your footsteps he looked up to take one last glance at you as you walked past. However as you dropped your phone, you noticed the man wearing the helmet sitting behind the grave, looking directly at you. Taking one glance at his insignia, you offered him a polite smile after picking it up and walking off unknowing that you were the only reminder he ever needed.

Till I See You Again (part 3)


Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

Words: 2000+

part 1 

part 2

Author’s notes: Guys this one is so long! Sorry it’s a bit of a doozy. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes my day.

Originally posted by claraschinman

The noise of chattering woke me up. My mind woke up first, so I keep my eyes closed as I try to analyze my surroundings. I’m lying down on a bed and there are people close by, talking in whispers. The pain on my hands and my neck is gone, but there is a warm burn on my left forearm, it feels like someone put a hot cup of tea against my skin. A large whooshing sound forces my eyes open and I jump out of bed, ready to defend myself from the strangers around me. I trip over a pair of legs but strong arms grab me before I fall on the floor. I look up to see the same people from the shipyard looking at me with curiosity and the man that sits on my bed smiles. He is of Asian descent but his eyes were yellow, like a cat, and blue fog is coming out of his fingertips. He must have noticed my gawking because he laughed and shook his head towards me.

“If those big eyes become any bigger, I swear they will swallow us all. My name is Mangus Bane, I’m here to help you remember your past. Now sit, before you trip and hurt yourself again.” The man extends his hands and I take them willingly, his eyes seem trustworthy enough.

“Where am I?” I ask as I look down at myself, I’m wearing new clothes and they certainly aren’t mine, I don’t wear this much black. My attention is drawn to the burning sensation on my forearm and I look at it, someone had tattooed my forearm without my consent.

“What the hell?” I yell angrily while trying to rub the mark off my skin. “You tattooed me? Is this some kind of cult?”

“Relax biscuit. This is…sort of a cult, but a very interesting one.” The man smirks and winks at me as he traces his index finger along my forearm. I feel a tingling sensation in my blood and my veins start to glow white. Then everything happened at once.

I was suddenly standing in the middle of a flower field, there was a young woman in front of me, holding a baby and rocking it back and forth as she hums a lullaby. I recognize the song as being Lavender Blue, my fathers used to sing it to me when I was little. I am then pulled backwards and I am now standing in the same field, but this time a little boy with blonde hair was carrying a toddler on his back, they were running through the flower fields. The scene changes again, the two children were a bit older now, and they were sitting under a tree. The boy was holding a long-chained necklace and was placing around the girls’ neck. I recognize the necklace instantly, the amber was unmistakable, it’s my necklace, the one currently in my purse. I fell back on the bed and stared at the mark on my forearm.

“Are you alright?” The girl with long black hair looks at me.

“Ever since I was a child I’ve been seeing strange things. People with other faces, flying creatures. My parents took me to see a psychologist and they diagnosed me of a delusional disorder when I was 8 years old. All my life I’ve been thinking I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. You just have the sight. You’re one of us.”

“I….This is all too much.Take me home please. I want to go home.”

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Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: And the first chapter is already up!! I hope that you will enjoy reading this story! 

Fandom: The Hobbit 

Ship: Thorin x OC 


Chapter 1: Bag End

Originally posted by captainoftheblackwind

It was a beautiful day in the Shire, the sun was shining, the birds singing and the hobbits attending to their houses and fields peacefully. Hobbits were small merry creatures that had no idea of the kind of evil that lived outside their borders. They loved the comfort of home and most of all, they loved food. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, every occasion to eat and gather the family around the table was taken. Hobbits also loved to savor a pint after a hard day of labor. That is why hobbits loved the atmosphere of The Green Dragon Inn (the only Inn in Hobbiton), the place was always filled with happiness and warmth. Moreover, the quality of the ale and food was renowned throughout the entire Shire, making Hobbits proud of their food heritage. Bilbo Baggins was one of them.

Bilbo was proud of being a hobbit, and precisely, Bilbo was proud to be a Baggins of Bag End. Baggins were well respected among hobbits, they were always on time and nothing unexpected ever happened to them. That is why Bilbo couldn’t help but frown as a hooded figure approached him while he was sitting on the bench before his house. Bilbo looked up from his pipe in surprise.

“Good morning.” Bilbo tentatively said, clearly uncomfortable to be brought out of his reveries by something snapping on his nose.

“What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?” The hooded figure answered with a huff. Bilbo looked perplexed as he tried to find a good answer.

“All of them at once, I suppose.” Bilbo finally answered, looking completely lost. Gandalf looked suddenly slightly disappointed of this answer and Bilbo’s confusion increased.

“Can I help you?” The young hobbit asked, only wanting to go back to his reveries and his pipe. Gandalf looked at Bilbo, observing his reaction to his next answer.

“That remains to be seen. I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.”

“An adventure? Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, hm, mm” Bilbo answered in a rush.

The hobbit got up from his bench and advanced toward the short fence before his house to check his mailbox. He grabbed some mail and started to sort through it, clucking to himself. It was obvious that he looked quite uncomfortable because Gandalf was still standing at the same spot before his bench, observing him. Puffing his pipe in vexation, Bilbo began to head back toward his house and sent a quick “Good morning” Gandalf’s way in hope to end the odd conversation. However, Gandalf’s voice stopped him once again.

“To think that I should have lived to be good­morninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if were selling buttons at the door.”

“Beg your pardon?” Bilbo said, almost shocked as he turned around.

“You’ve changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.” The wizard’s voice was laced with disappointment. After all he had placed his only hope into this hobbit.  

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Bilbo asked, now really curious to know what this meeting was about.

“Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I belong to it. I’m Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me.” The wizard answered, hoping that Bilbo would at least remember who he was.

“Gandalf… not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer’s Eve.” Bilbo laughed more at ease suddenly and Gandalf nodded his head. “Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business.” Bilbo finished.

“And where else should I be?” Gandalf asked slightly offended.

“Ha, ha! Hm, hmm…” Bilbo tried to find an answer as he puffed confusedly on his pipe.

“Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it’s only my fireworks.” Gandalf suddenly said, cutting though the tensed silence that had settled between the two old friends. “Well that’s decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.” The wizard nodded and gathered his cloak, ready to leave with a smirk on his lips.

“Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not­mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning.” Bilbo said in frustration as he retreated into Bag End, gesturing at Gandalf with his pipe. Gandalf watched in amusement as the hobbit closed his door.

Once inside, Bilbo leant against his door confused and a little relieved to be in the safety of his house. Suddenly, the hobbit heard a curious noise at his door. He put his ear close to the door and noticed that the noise was coming from Gandalf drawing a glowing symbol on Bilbo’s door with his staff. Alarmed, Bilbo looked out his side window but the hobbit jumped back in fright as Gandalf’s eyes appeared at the window. Bilbo hid behind a wall and looked out another window of his living-room to see Gandalf hurrying away from the luxurious hobbit hall, singing an unknow tune to himself.

It was nighttime when Elen arrived in the Shire. After her meeting with Gandalf in the Lothlorien she decided to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield to help them reclaim their homeland. However, they did not know about it yet. The Shire was a beautiful place, the landscape was breathtaking in Elen’s eyes. Even if she was living in the beautiful kingdom of Lothlorien, the young woman could still appreciate other lands beauty. Gandalf had told her to seek for a marked door above the hills, a hobbit hole with a green round door and slightly isolated to other houses or to the center of the hobbit village. Elen smiled as she reached the highest part of the village and saw the mark Gandalf had made on the bottom of the round door. The half-elf looked up one last time, glancing at the stars before climbing the small set of stairs that lead to the entrance of the hobbit hole. The woman was about to ring the bell when her hand stopped at mid-distance, hearing the commotion that came from inside the house.

Inside the house Gandalf was counting the dwarves, while the merry company tried to transport all of Bilbo’s food into the dining-room.

“Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori…Ori.” Gandalf counted as Bilbo wrestled a bowl of tomatoes away from Ori. Bifur approached Gandalf and talked to him in Khuzdul, the wizard telling him that he was quite right. “We appear to be one dwarf short.” Gandalf noted, looking around.

“He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come.” Dwalin said, having heard Gandalf’s comment on their leader being late. Dwalin was Thorin’s right hand man and best friend, if someone knew where the leader was, it was him. Gandalf was about to answer when the bell rang once again. Bilbo looked up at Gandalf and whined, already fed up with the dwarves.

“It cannot be Thorin…” Dwalin said, a frown evident on his features. “Are we expecting someone else?” Dwalin’s gruff voice asked Gandalf.

“Yes, it must be the last member of this company that finally found her way!” Gandalf said, before asking Bilbo to go open the door.

“Her?” Bofur noted as he carried a chair into Bilbo’s dining-room, the other dwarves looking slightly confused at the wizard’s choice of words. Dwalin and Balin followed Gandalf and Bilbo at the door, the two brothers’ curiosity winning over their hunger.

Bilbo looked at Gandalf before opening the door to revealed a small hooded figure. However, the hobbit directly knew that the figure wasn’t a dwarf. The silhouette was too thin and too elegant to be a dwarf.

“Good evening. You must be mister Baggins.” A gentle voice said as the figure removed her hood to reveal the beautiful pale face of Elen. Bilbo’s cheeks blushed slightly but he nodded his head and stepped aside to let her step into the house. The half-elf thanked the hobbit and stepped into the hallway, nodding at Gandalf as Bilbo closed his door.

“My dear Elen!” Gandafl greeted the woman with a kind smile.

“Gandalf, sorry for being late.” Elen said, returning Gandalf smile then turned back toward Bilbo. “It’s a pleasure to meet you mister Baggins. I’m Elentari of the Lothlorien.” The woman said before extending her hand for the hobbit to shake. It was not common for elves to shake hands but Elen was also of the race of men after all.

Bilbo took her hand and shook it, he jumped in surprise when their hands touched as her skin was as cold as ice. Elen noticed and whispered a quick apology. Bilbo smiled and took her cloak of her hands to hang it close to the door.

“An elf maiden?!” A rough accented voice suddenly shouted into the hallway. Gandalf looked around to see Dwalin with his hands on the handle of his sword, ready to fight.

“Lay down your weapon, Dwalin Son of Fundin, Elen is not a threat.” Gandalf said, already getting annoyed by the dwarves’ reaction to Elen’s presence.

“How can you say that?! She’s an elf!” Dwalin kept shouting, getting the others attention. Fili and Kili almost bolted into the hallway to see the elf maiden. Balin laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder in hope to calm him down. The other dwarves were watching the scene before them. “And she’s a woman! Do you really think that Thorin will allow a woman to accompany us?!” Dwalin growled at the wizard.

“I am indeed an elf, master dwarf.” Elen answered, circling around Gandalf to step before Dwalin. No trace of fear on her face. “However, I am only half-elf.”

“Half-elf?” Kili asked, Elen looked at the young brunette dwarf and smiled kindly at him, nodding her head.

“And I won’t let you judge me over my gender. I might be a woman but you’ll be surprised of what I’m capable of. I suggest you keep your sexist comments for yourself, master dwarf.” Elen said as she glared at Dwalin.

“Even if you’re only half-elf you cannot be trusted. No one can trust an elf!” Dwalin hissed but removed his hand from his sword as his eyes studied Elen’s gentle and innocent face. Her eyes were particularly beautiful, they glowed with kindness even if the silver and light blue of her iris made them look cold. Her face was harmonious as if she had been painted by Eru himself. No trace of facial hair could be seen on the soft features of her chin and jaw. Her long silver-blond hair framed her face perfectly, falling in soft waves down her back. She was a beautiful woman but yet, the company could see that she wasn’t just a pretty face. She held herself as if nothing could harm her and her swords and multiples daggers were a proof of her skills. However, Balin and Dwalin noticed how small she was. She was barely Dwalin’s height and for an elf that was extremely short.

“I don’t know if I can trust you either, master dwarf. After all, we do not know each other.” Elen answered, crossing her arms before her chest and raising an eyebrow sassily at the bald dwarf. Dwalin grunted and turned away, muttering something about how Thorin won’t like it.

Weirdly, after Dwalin’s departure the other dwarves went back to their food leaving Balin, Fili and Kili behind as they approached Elen.

“Miss, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Balin, at your service.” A kind old dwarf said and bowed before the woman. Elen smiled and bowed back before the dwarf.

“Elentári, at yours.” She answered before Fili and Kili introduced themselves as well. Elen find them funny and weirdly nice toward her but she wasn’t going to complain. The dwarves followed their friends in the dining-room and Elen removed her daggers, leaving her sword still tied around her back. She turned around to look at Gandalf and Bilbo. The hobbit was looking even more flustered than before as the dwarves started to piled up food on his table.

“Well… that wasn’t that bad, was it!” Elen stated, making Bilbo smile and Gandalf sigh.

“Wait for Thorin and we will see…” Gandalf muttered.

After that, the three of them followed the dwarves into the dining-room and each one of them introduced themselves as they got the chance to meet Elen properly. They weren’t that bad in Elen’s opinion, even if a bunch of them were casting her warry looks because of her origins. After all, she couldn’t blame them. The woman knew what her race had done to them, leaving them to roam the wild lands homeless and in grief. Elen knew what it felt like to be rejected by the elves… They weren’t really found of her either. Elen sighed as she thought about what Gandalf told her the night before leaving the Lothlorien. She couldn’t simply enter the company and force them to like her and most of all, she couldn’t tell them that she was the only one that helped them that day when Smaug attacked their homeland.  

“Mr. Gandalf?” Dori called as he approached Gandalf with a small glass of wine. “A little glass of red wine, as requested. It’s, eh, got a fruity bouquet.” Dori said with a bright smile and the wizard took the glass.

“Ah, Cheers.” Gandalf said and raised his glass. Gandalf drank the tiny glass of wine then looked sadly at its emptiness, probably wanting a little more. Elen chuckled as she watched her friend’s sad face over a glass of wine.

Dori then quickly made his way toward Elen and offered her a cup of tea, which she gladly accepted and thanked him for his kindness. The dwarf smiled then joined his friends around Bilbo’s table. The dwarves started to have a grand feast with all Bilbo’s food. They were throwing food around and were quite rude and messy about it if you asked Elen. The half-elf leaned over the doorframe, looking at the mess the dwarves were doing then turned to look at Bilbo who was about to tear his hair off his head. Bofur throwed some food to his brother, Bombur, the movement catching Elen’s attention.

“Bombur, catch!” Bofur shouted, throwing an egg at his brother who caught it directly in his mouth and raised his arms in glee.

Everyone cheered and began to throw food around. Bilbo walked away in disgust and Elen sent a kind understanding smile his way. He looked at his pantry in shock; it has been entirely cleared of food. Elen sighed as Fili walked on top of the table, carrying several cups of ale and knocking aside the food in his way.

“Who wants an ale? There you go.” Fili shouted over the racket.

“Let him have another drink!” Dwalin called to Fili.

“Here you go.” Fili answered then Dwalin poured his ale into Oin’s hearing trumpet, and as Oin spluttered in anger, everyone else laughed. Oin put his hearing trumpet to his mouth and blew the ale out of it, making it squeal weirdly. One of the dwarves yelled, “On the count of three!” and the dwarves pounded their tankards together. Someone counts, “One! …Two!” as Elen watched almost feeling dizzy and looked at Gandalf who was laughing at the dwarves’ behavior over food.

Then all the dwarves went quiet and began drinking their ale together. They were incredibly messy, as ale fell all over their faces and ran down their beards. Elen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before her chest. When finished drinking, the dwarf began burping making the poor lady crinkle. The youngest dwarf, Ori, lets out the biggest burp and all the dwarves laughed. Bilbo looked away in disgust and Elen let out a sigh.

“By Eru…” She muttered and turned away to join Bilbo into his pillaged pantry. “Mister Baggins?” Elen called, making Bilbo turn around. The woman smiled at the hobbit who seemed to relax at her presence and Elen asked the poor hobbit if he was alright.

“I will be when all these dwarves will be out of my house.” Bilbo answered grumpily. Elen laughed at his words and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“They are indeed… quite loud.” Elen said not finding another word to define the merry troupe. Bilbo chuckled at her choice of words then suddenly start stuttering.

“Oh… I’m very sorry! I didn’t ask you if you wanted something to eat, my lady! Where are my manners!” Bilbo said as he looked around the pantry.

“Do not fret, mister Baggins. I am not in need of eating as much as the dwarves.” Elen answered with a kind giggle. Bilbo looked at her and smiled, looking exhausted. “and Elentári or just Elen is fine.” She added. Bilbo nodded his head.

“Then call me Bilbo, my lady… I mean… Elen.” Bilbo stuttered, making the woman smile and chuckle once again. “I made some soup earlier, I think this is the only thing they did not find interest in.” Bilbo added and gestured for Elen to follow him into his kitchen.

When the meal finished, the dwarves left the table and began to walk about Bilbo’s house. Elen was sitting at the kitchen table, eating her soup quietly as Bofur and Nori entered the room. Bofur smiled at her and Elen couldn’t help but stare at his funny hat.

“I love your hat.” She spoke up, grinning at Bofur.

“Why thank you, lass.” Bofur answered with a bright grin as Bilbo grabbed a doily back from Nori.

“Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth!” Bilbo said in exasperation, trying to see if the doily was damaged.

“But it’s full of holes!” Bofur exclaimed, eyeing Bilbo skeptically. Elen could tell that this dwarf was a cheeky one as she saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“It’s supposed to look like that, it’s crochet.” Bilbo answered as a matter of fact.

“Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it.” Bofur said cheekily and grinned at his other fellows as they laughed, even Elen chuckled as she got up to clean her now empty plate.

“Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!” Bilbo exclaimed, on the verge of breaking down and maybe commit mass murder.

“My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?” Gandalf asked as he entered the kitchen, the wizard had to bend in order to stand in the house as he was way too tall for the hobbit hole. Bilbo looked at Gandalf in disbelief.

“What’s the matter? I’m surrounded by dwarves. What are they doing here?” Bilbo shrieked and that is when Elen understood. Gandalf didn’t tell him about the quest.  

“Gandalf! You didn’t tell our host about what you were planning?” Elen asked in an accusing tone as she walked to follow the hobbit and the wizard.  

“Oh, they’re quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them.” Gandalf answered Bilbo, ignoring Elen’s comment. The woman huffed at the wizard’s antics as Bofur grabbed the chain of sausages that was holding Nori and they started to play tug­of­war with the sausages. Bilbo turned around and left the kitchen to reach the hallway, Gandalf and Elen following behind.

“I don’t want to get used to them.” Bilbo said angrily. “The state of my kitchen! There’s mud trod into the carpet, they’ve pi­pillaged the pantry.” The hobbit stuttered out of anger. “I’m not even going to tell you what they’ve done in the bathroom; they’ve all but destroyed the plumbing. I don’t understand what they’re doing in my house!”

Elen was about to answer him when Ori appeared before Bilbo, holding his plate in confusion.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo who didn’t have the time to answer as Fili appeared next to them.

“Here you go, Ori, give it to me.” Fili said as he took the plate from Ori and threw it behind his back to his brother who threw it Bifur’s way. The dwarf caught it behind his back, without even looking at it. Kili, Fili, and other dwarves began throwing the plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them to the sink to be washed. As dishware flew around, Gandalf and Elen ducked to avoid getting hit. Elen smiled at the dwarves’ skills and chuckled to herself next to Gandalf.

“Excuse me, that’s my mother’s West Farthing crockery, it’s over a hundred years old!” Bilbo shouted in fear. Elen knew that for the hobbit this was too much.

The dwarves who remained at the tablet began rhythmically drumming on the tablet with utensils and their fists. They used the knives and forks, hitting them together.

“And can­can you not do that? You’ll blunt them!” Bilbo quickly asked out to the dwarves.

“Ooh, you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” Bofur said sarcastically, making Elen roll her eyes for the hundredth times this evening. This is when the dwarves started to sing to Elen’s amusement.

“Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you’ve finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!”

Elen laughed as she followed the dwarves around during the song, ducking here and there in order to avoid the flying dishes. She found herself back in the kitchen, the dwarves laughing as the song ended and Gandalf sitting at the table with them. Bilbo huffed up in anger, only to find all the dishes stacked neatly and cleanly on the kitchen table. The dwarves and Gandalf kept laughing happily when suddenly, there were three loud knocks on the door, and everyone fell silent. Elen looked around and her eyes met Gandalf’s. He looked at her with a mix of anticipation and amusement.

“He is here.” The wizard said and Elen couldn’t help but swallow hard as she looked at the door from her spot in the kitchen.


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Hitchhiking Space Fae, Part 4: The Warcry Mix

Part 4: The “Warcry Mix”

I’d just about given up on life, when I heard a distant humming growing louder. I turned to face where the sound was coming from, only to then dive back to the ground, as a group of Terrans riding hover-bikes blasted over me. Four of them passed over me, before coming to a halt a few meters away. I looked up through tear-filled eyes, as the leader stared at me from the glowing eye slits of her mask.

The Terran leading the group lowered her hood, and her mask retracted, revealing the starfield-wreathed face of Maxx. “Xandra? What are you doing here?”

I was too scared to answer. The larger of the figures turned to Maxx, “One of yours?” a gruff, feminine voice asked.

“Cargo Officer on the ship I’m taking.” She responded, dismounting her bike and approaching me. “Are you ok?”

“How…how can I be…? I’m on Terra…I’m as good as dead…” I choked, tears still streaming down my face.

She sighed, sat down next to me, and wrapped her arms around me. I tensed, expecting harm, but when none came, I slowly relaxed.

“We will keep you safe. Don’t worry.” She whispered to me, slowly stroking me behind my ears. Strangely…I believed her. Her words just felt so…nice…

I began feeling strong enough to speak again, and asked, “How do we get out of here? I…I kinda need to get back to work…”

“Good question. Node, where’s the nearest Gate?” Maxx asked her group, helping me to my feet in the process.

A small girl wearing headphones brought up a holographic map, tweaked a few settings, then chirped, “65 miles north. Bad news, the quickest way is through Phantasm territory.”

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New Feelings||10k imagine

Pairing: 10k (Tommy) x reader

Word Count: 2950 (a long one)

Summary: You are a part of Operation Bitemark making your way to California, but you guys are dealing with a lot of other things on top of all of that. You are trying to understand what is going on in your best friends head. 

Warnings:  zombies, angstish

Note: This takes place during season 2. This is takes place during Zombie baby daddy after the episode that Red comes in during season 3, but 10k didn’t start liking red in this gif. Also this is my Gif please credit me if you use it.


This is my imagine to kick off the 10k imagines that I recently added to my roster. 


You and your small group that you called your family was making their way through the Midwest on their way to California. You had meet the group when it was just with Doc, Warren, and 10k. They were looking for Murphy after the nuclear explosion, and they invited you to join them. Well Doc invited you, Warren agreed, and 10k just went along with it. Since you were alone and not doing anything else, you figured it couldn’t hurt. You had been with them through their short journey so far.

The last few days had been hard on your group, well harder. You had met a group of people who were living in the abandoned mercy labs buildings. They were really great people who were just trying to get by. You had become close with a girl who named herself Red while 10k spent time with her “brother.”

10k had become a makeshift role model for the boy. He taught the boy how to use a sling shot, and the boy had even started to dress like him. Doc had dubbed the small boy 5K. At the time, you like everyone else thought it was really cute, but now you saw how damaging it was for 10k. The boy was lost to Zs in our battle with the man. That was enough to practically break your best friend’s heart.

You didn’t know what to do. When you tried to talk to him about it, he just stared at you before shutting you down. The only time you really got a handle of his feelings was when he would wake up screaming. You figured that he needed time. You would be there for him when he was ready.

The group found their way into Springfield, Illinois. It didn’t take along for a hoard of Zs to come down on your group. Lucy was crying drawing more in. Everyone was scrambling to keep the little baby safe while killing off the approaching undead.

You stood on the hood of a long abandoned car slicing through Zombies left and right with your katana. 10k was right behind you shooting gears through the heads of distant Zs. The two of you worked as a unit; you kept zombies off him while he worked as a backup for the rest of the group. On more than one occasion, Doc had called the two of you the dream team because of your ability to work efficiently without words.

You heard Murphy call out to Doc and turned to see why. You saw the small blue child go flying through the air. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched. The moment that Doc caught the child you heard a gear go whizzing past you right into the head of a z that was about to overtake you. You gave 10k a small smile as a thanks. He gave you a short nod before returning to the zombies approaching the car.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw doc head into a bus to take care of the infant. You swung your katana slicing through three perfectly aligned heads. The movement was graceful up until the small splatter of liquified brain came back to streak your face. You saw Warren and Addy run to the bus trying to force the doors open. You grunted at the 19-year-old behind you asking him to cover you. He made a sound to alert you that he had your back.

You jumped off the car and ran in their direction to go help. You made your way to them cutting Zs as you went. You got to the small group right as they got the doors open and Doc came tumbling out backwards. Abraham Lincoln Zombies came out behind him.

“What in God’s name?” Warren said. Her gun was pointed at the heads of the oncoming Zs.

“Oh good, you see them too,” Doc said. You scoffed thinking back to drugs he had found and taken earlier. He surely thought that he was seeing things. The bearded man was clutching Lucy to his chest tightly as continued to back up.

“Addy, hot potato,” he called. Addy dropped her Z whacker in time to catch the baby. Lucy let out a giggle as you approached the closest zombie. Before you could even get to it, you heard Addy call out to Warren. You were guessing that child was once again changing hands.

The undead Abraham Lincolns had changed course heading toward Warren. You furrowed your eyebrows at it. It was as if they were attracted to Lucy. Warren started running with the child. You raised the katana to kill the Zombie, but a gear went through its head. You looked to 10k who smiled before reloading his slingshot.

Doc stabbed a Z while you swung your sword around. Addy picked up her z whacker beside you and joined in on the zombie killing. The four of you worked to eliminate all the Dead president look-alikes. Warren and Vasquez joined in. All but Murphy and Cassandra, who were nowhere to be found, worked to kill the Zombies.

When all the Zombies were eliminated, Doc walked over and picked one of the top hats off the ground.

“This was so wrong,” he said as he placed it atop his head even though it had a bullet hole through it. Murphy and Cassandra rounded the bus running.

Warren still had the Lucy who was now crying. You walked over to her and took the child out of her hands gingerly. You looked down at the small child and smiled. You loved babies before all of this. Now that Lucy was around, you held her any time you could, unsure of when you would be able to next.

“I’ll take her now,” Murphy said practically yanking her out of your arms. “Adorable, isn’t she?

A look of distain settled on your face as you watched the blue man holding his daughter. Warren was still beside you. She moved her weight from one foot to another before speaking.

“I thought you didn’t like babies,” She said looking at Murphy. You walked away from the two not really caring to hear the rest of their conversation. You came up to 10k and Addy. They were watching Murphy with looks of disgust. On instinct, 10k lazily draped an arm around your shoulder still watching the scene unfold in front of you.

You looked at the faces of all group watching Murphy coo at the little girl. Vasquez was shocked while Warren just raised her brows at the man. You shook your head and looked to 10k making a small gesture to him to start walking. Doc and Addy had already started to make their way out of the city and the two of you followed them.

After walking for a while, the group came to stop among large rocks. You and 10k had ended up leading the pack making you first to arrive. All you wanted to do was sit down because your legs and arms were sorer than they had been in a while. The holster of your katana was causing chafing along your shoulder and your side. You were uncomfortable, but you were also used to the feeling. It was one that you definitely weren’t a stranger too.

You turned back to look at your best friend, 10k, who had this gun slung over his shoulder. You were pretty sure that he was experiencing the same feelings you were. He was worn down, and you could see pain in his eyes with every step. He dragged his feet on the ground kicking up dust. No one was close by him to complain.

The two of you placed your stuff on the ground. You took this time to stretch as 10k reached in this bag to pull fishing wire out of it. He gestured to you without saying a word to come with him to the stream that you had passed on your way there. You nodded and picked up your knife following behind him.

The two of you had sat in silence as he waited for fish to bite. He had scrounged up enough materials to use as hooks and tied them to the fishing wire. He had also gathered a small stick to indicate when the fish were biting. You were continually shocked by the man’s resourcefulness.

You leaned your head on 10k’s shoulder and watched his hands holding the wire. He had already caught one decent sized fish, but he wanted one more.

“10k, what are you thinking about?” you said softly. You kept your voice low to avoid scaring away fish, but you also didn’t want to scare 10k away. The pain that he had been feeling the past few days had left him nearly silent and you didn’t want him to retreat back into himself.

You felt him shrug his shoulders from the movement it had on your head. He too was staring at his hands that were fiddling with the thin wire.

“I don’t know,” He spoke mirroring your tone.

You let those words hang in the air for a while. As you opened your mouth to continue, the stick bobbed. 10k stood up abruptly and slowly brought in the hook. You sat on the ground still watching him.

When 10k turned to leave, you slowly stood up and brushed yourself off. You caught up to him.

“I think I’m feeling a little lost,” he said slowly. You almost missed it between the rustling of the leaves and the sound you were making as you walked. “When we were at Mercy labs, I had this purpose that wasn’t just the mission. I kept picturing a life, something more. The way that I was with 5k. I don’t know. I just thought that maybe I could have a kid of my own on day.”

He let out a gentle sigh. He scanned the area around you as he lead you back to camp. You were so focused on not tripping that you had no time to watch for anything else. You saw his feet slow and you stopped beside him. You looked at him to see he was squinting at something in the distance. You followed his gaze to see he was looking at a figure walking away from your camp. This time you were the one to quietly lead him closer to get a better look.

You crouched down surrounded by dry trees. You made the figure out to be Vasquez and turned to look at the man beside you’s face. He was watching his eyebrows furrowed. You turned to follow Vasquez with your eyes as he kept an even pace moving away.

After a moment, 10k let out a huff of air and moved behind you away from your hiding spot. You stood and followed behind him trying to make little to no sound.

The two of you made it back to camp. Everyone was doing their own thing. 10k lead the way through the fall and decaying wood slats helping you step over large pieces.

“We caught some trout,” you said as 10k held up the catch for all to see. “Well, 10k caught some trout I just watched.”

Warren looked up from where she was sharpening her machete and smiled. Addy laughed as Doc met us and looked at the fish.

“Kid, you are a fishing guru,” Doc said. “What’s your secret?”

You walked to Addy watching the interaction between your best friend and his father figure. You sat down beside Addy.

“Be one with the fish,” 10k responded without a moment of hesitation. He wore a completely passive expression. You and Addy both laughed at his response. You shock your head as Addy went back to carving.

“Far out,” Doc said fish now in hand. 10k made his way towards Warren.

“Atta boy,” she said as she fist pumped him. He crouched down to look over at Murphy and Cassandra. Warren and Addy talked about what to do about the baby. While Doc prepared the fish, 10k kept watching the small group that sat a few paces away, and you watched him.

“Where’s Vasquez?” Warren asked after a moment. Both your and 10k’s eyes snapped to her for the first time since you sat down. He looked to you as if asking for confirmation of his actions. He wanted to tell them about what we had seen.

“Disappeared again,” Doc said nonchalantly. You gave 10 a small nod.

“We passed him in the woods,” 10k started.

“He was headed South into town,” You finished for him.

Warren stood and told us she was going to follow him. She told Addy and Doc to figure out more about Lucy before she left.

10k returned to watching Cassandra, and you started up a conversation with Addy. The conversation was short lived, and you when you could think g nothing else to say, you moved close to 10k.

“Can we talk?” you spoke just loud enough that he could hear. He looked at you, his eyes scanning your face. He nodded slightly and motioned with his head to move further from the group. You both stood and walked away from Doc and Addy who were too busy discussing how they were going to cook the fish to notice.

“About what you said earlier,” you spoke when you were out of their range. “About a purpose outside of the mission and a future…”

“Look, Y/N,” 10k interrupted you. “Can we just forget I even said anything? I know it’s dumb and it’ll never happen.”

You were becoming frustrated at his lack of sharing. The two of you had made a promise early on in your friendship, all cards on the table at all times. There just wasn’t enough time left to live to hold things in.

“No 10k,” you said raising your voice. “We tell each other everything. Now start talking.”

He sighed deeply and ran his hands across his face. You watched him with your arms crossed across your chest. You could feel your finger nails digging into the palm of your clenched hands. This was a conversation you had had enough of having.

“No,” He said demandingly. It was the loudest that 10k had ever spoke to you and it was more abrasive than anything you had ever heard. “You listen to me. When we made that promise to each other, things were different. I didn’t know about Cassandra being whatever sort of monster she is and I didn’t know there were people who were going to look up to me. I didn’t know that babies could be born in the apocalypse. Most importantly, I didn’t know that I would end up feeling this way about you. I can’t tell you everything because I’m scared that if you knew it all you would run the opposite direction. I love you and I can’t let you see how broken I am.”

After that confession, he got quiet. You stood there with wide eyes. You could feel your whole -body trembling, both from fear of his outbreak and from the words and feelings that led to it. He was practically pleading you to say something as he stared into your eyes. His face was so broken and you weren’t sure why.

It was the first time since you had met 10k that you were not sure of what to do around him. Acting on from the heart. You closed the gap between the two of you and grabbed his face with both your hands. For just a brief moment, all you did was look at him, and then you were pressing your lips to his.

You were pretty sure that this was his first kiss, and you knew that it was yours. The moment was everything you had dreamed it to be. It was like fireworks going off inside you. You felt his arms snake around your waist pulling you further into him. When you pulled away, you were the first to speak.

“I will never run away from you,” You said with a surety. You knew that it was true. 10k had become your everything. You had unknowingly fallen for him over the past few weeks just like he had for you.

You kept your eyes closed as you slide your hands down from his cheeks to his neck. Your foreheads were pressed together and you could feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. The fact that you both smelled awful and neither of you had brushed your teeth in who knows how long didn’t even seem to matter.

“You promise?” 10k said after a long break in time. You opened your eyes to see his staring back at you. He was begging you searching desperately for the answer that he wanted in your eyes.

“I promise,” you said.

He pressed his lips into yours this time. The kiss was different from the first. This one was softer and less urgent. You relaxed into him as he seemed to guide you with his mouth. You didn’t pull away until you were both out of breath.

“We should head back,” He said with a simple gesture. You just nodded and released your grip on him. He did the same pulling away slowly. You didn’t want to let him go, but you knew too long of an unexplained absence would raise some red flags.

10k grabbed your hand. His palm was sweaty, and his fingers were calloused. You gave it as small squeeze and pulled him back to camp to help figure out what to do about little Lucy.

Because I’ve lost control of my life (Bumbleby one-shot)

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Prompt: Blake or Yang (writer’s choice) is pregnant, and wakes up in the middle of the night craving something crazy. The other goes out to fulfill this request, but the journey is not nearly as smooth as expected. She returns home and the other is either: a) asleep; b) wants something else; or c) isn’t hungry anymore.

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Notes:  Here’s to you, Kuchenjaeger!
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Joining the concerned club: I have these cool goggles imbued with the "true sight" spell and for the past couple months I've seen this red hooded figure following Taako around whenever I see him? I don't think he knows? How do I approach this subject? Yikes?


Rainfall Chapter Four

Hello My Dersha Fam! I know it’s been awhile since I was able to post but let’s just say with a busy schedule like mine, it was hard to find time to write but the wait’s over! This chapter picks up right after that moment between Derek and Ahsha. You get to see what Jelena’s been up to, and meet her oldest son Jaden, and someone’s secret is introduced into the story, any ideas who the secret belongs to? If you haven’t read chapter 3 yet, you can catch up right here

It had been two years since Derek experienced what it felt like to kiss Ahsha. Today caught him by surprise in every sense of the word. Besides the fact that he never expected to get this close to her again, and even though they will be working together, a kiss was never part of the equation. How could something so wrong feel so right? That was the question burning through his mind at this very moment. They’ve had their share of problems and a divorce was proof of that, however it doesn’t take away the love once shared. He stood frozen as his ex-wife pressed a kiss to his lips. A peck at first, then the second peck turned into something much more. He could feel her tongue slowly slip into his mouth intertwining with his. He did his best to answer, but held back a little. Moment lasted only for a second before he jumped back into reality. Breaking the kiss, he gently started to push her off. Their eyes meet, Ahsha completely in a starry daze and the rest of the world disappears. She stared into his soul, no words spoken. Room was quiet, until one of them gained the courage to say something.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that”

“No, you shouldn’t have” He muttered, staring away. Just when she was about to move closer, her phone buzzed.

“It’s Kyle, were supposed to go see Jelena and Jaceyon today”

“Oh, well I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you”

“Right. I um, I should probably go”

“Okay” He nods his head as she makes her way out of his office. Shutting the door behind her, she leans against it, taking a deep breath, not eve realizing she was being watched.

“Ahsha!” She turns as she hears her rowdy blue-eyed bestie’s voice carrying through the arena hallway. She strolls forward.

“Kyle, hey”

“Girl you get my text or what?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah I got it, sorry I didn’t text back, I got…distracted”

“Distracted?” She slightly tilted her head to the side.

“Did I just see you come out of Derek’s office?”

“Yeah. Paperwork”

“Paperwork?” Kyle questioned raising her brow folding her arms.

“Yes, Kyle paperwork”

“Hmm I see”

“What?” Ahsha laughed nervously.

“Nothing at all”

“Ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be Carebear, lead the way” Kyle said as she grabbed ahold of her waist as she walked in front while Ahsha wrapped an arm around her neck, walking out together. By the time, they got to the Toy’s R’US, the entire parking lot was almost full. After spending an hour there, Kyle and Ahsha had their basket half-way full with clothes, toys and other objects for Jaceyon. They were surprising Jelena since she hasn’t seen Ahsha before she left for Atlanta, plus she was making up lost time with the new addition to the Howard-Wall family.

“Just wait until you see Jaceyon! He’s the cutest thing!”

“I know I saw pictures she sent me, he’s adorable. I can’t wait to see him. How’s Jaden?”

“Good, grown as ever just like little Faith. Getting ready to head off to college”

“Omg! I remember him being much smaller before I left”

“Not small no more, that boy’s 18 now!”

“That’s right!” Ahsha said in shock.

“I’ve missed a lot, how’s everything going on with the clothing line?” She asked throwing onesies into the basket.

“Everything’s pretty solid with the company, Jelena’s practically running it from home herself, given demands Derek has on T with coaching the team and stuff”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. How are you handling being the captain of the DG and Derek’s secretary?”

“Working with Derek is pretty enjoyable, and being captain well, I’ve got that completely covered. Not gone lie to you Ahsh, it can be very intimidating “Kyle pursed her lips.

“Well I’m sure Derek appreciates your help, and I know better than anyone you know how to kill it on stage so, I say, you’re doing a pretty good damn job” Ahsha winks at her best friend.

“Thanks, Carebear” She nudges her and they continue walking.

“Alright I think we’ve got presents for Jaceyon to last a whole year, let’s roll up outta here girl”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice” The two women laughed their way out of the store heading for Jelena’s, where the mother of two was sitting in her luscious living room feeding her two-year-old son Jaceyon and helping her eldest Jaden get through the remainder of his college applications. Jaden and Faith were close to the same age but Jaden was six months older and already 18. Jelena and Terrence were against their oldest off-spring being so far away for school just like Derek was with Faith, but the two teens weren’t giving up on the idea so fast.


“All these applications are outside of LA, I thought you decided against this?”

“I never agreed to stay in the city”

“No I know that, but you told your father and I that you would at least keep that as an option”

“I guess I changed my mind” The son voiced not looking at his mom.

“When did this happen?”

“I don’t know, a few days ago”

“A few days ago,?” The mother suspected giving him a distrustful look.

“Yes, Ma, please can you just let it go, I gotta finish these applications and have them in by next week”

“I’ll let it go when you stop lying”

“I’m telling the truth!”

“Jaden Darrius Wall” Jelena said sternly, raising her voice now. The boy looked down at the paper then at his mom, with a guilty face.

“Okay! Alright! I decided this a week ago”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jelena asked, sticking a spoon of applesauce in Jaceyon’s mouth.

“Because I knew you and dad would try to get me to change my mind and I’m not. Listen ma, I know this isn’t what you want to hear but, I want to go to college and find my independence outside of you and dad and I can’t do that if I stay. I’m not a little boy anymore”

“I know that Jaden. Your father and I just want you within distance reach. You’re my first born and I want to make sure you’re always protected. I can’t do that if you’re out of reach” The son’s eyes softened hearing his mother speak with so much nurture in her voice. He put his pen down and started walking over to the couch where she fed his little brother. He sat next to her, taking the spoon and jar out of her hand. He took her palms and held them in his.

“Ma listen, I know you’re scared of letting go but you have to, it’s time. Even if I do go far away for school, that doesn’t take away from me being your son. I’ll visit you, Dad and little man as much as I can. If I ever find myself in any kind of danger, you’ll be my first call”

“First call?”

“First call”


“You raised a young man, you gotta trust what you built in me, is in me”

“I do trust it son”

“Then let me do this so I can show you the man you raised” She looks down then up at him, placing her palm on his right cheek.

“I understand. If this is something you really want to do then, I won’t stop you. I’ll support you all the way through, your father and I” Jaden smiles back at her then learns forward to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, I love you”

“I love you too son” The son and mother embrace each other, with little Jaceyon watching. He claps his little hands, giggling and smiling saying “Mama! Jaen”

They both chuckled at the toddler as an abrupt knock on the door interrupts their family moment.

“Son get the door please while I clean your brother up”

“I wonder who it is” He stands up going to the door. He twists the knob as Jelena picks Jaceyon up holding him over the shoulder. The door opens and there this aunt and God-mom were.

“Auntie Kyle! God-mom Ahsha!” The boy yelled rushing in to hug them both.

“Ma! Ma! Look who’s here!”

“Boy if you don’t stop yelling in this house like you’ve lost your mind” Jelena came around the corner, baby in hand. Soon as she saw Ahsha’s face, her mouth dropped.


“Haay!!!!” The two women ran to greet one another.

“It’s been so long!”

“Too long! I’ve missed you!”

“Girl me too”

“Mee too!” Little Jaceyon chimed in. The mothers stopped hugging to look at him.

“Apparently I’m not the only one”

“Guess not, hey god mommy’s baby, bring it in” Ahsha bended down to his level and ran into her arms. She wrapped her arms around him, picking his feet off the floor, kissing his cheek over and over.

“Ahh I’ve missed you”

“Don’t just stand there boy! Help your auntie with these bags” Kyle added, now giving Jaden a task. He rolled his eyes playfully at Kyle then started taking the bags from her hand as they all made their way into the house.

Over the next two hours, the boys made up for lost time with their god mom and then she played catch up with her favorite two women in her life. She told them about the kiss that transpired between her and Derek, the new girlfriend and her return to LA, but of course she left some things out. After the boys fell asleep and three bottles of wine, Ahsha decided to head home, Kyle left earlier to give her and Jelena more time alone. While walking to her car, she realized she couldn’t find her keys.

“Shit” She cursed while continuing to walk and going through her purse. She kept looking through her bag, not caring how dark it was outside. Finally grabbing her keys, she pulled them on the handle but then she stopped dead, in her tracks when she heard the unfortunate familiar voice.

“Cocoa!” She turned around placing her hand on the hood as the dark figure approached her.

“What’s up girl why you actin like you don’t know nobody?”

“What are you doing here Lucas?”

“Looking for you. But you know you’re real hard to find nowadays skipping town and shit without telling anybody”

“That was the whole point now get the hell away from my car” The dancer ordered opening the car door but is halted by the man closing it quickly, smirking with a toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth.

“Where you think you’re going baby-girl?”

“Away from you” She tried to open her door again, he slammed it this time, making her jump.

“Not so fast”

“I don’t have it”

“Cocoa, I may not have went to college like you but you and I both know that’s not true”

“I just told you, I don’t have it”

“Oh Cocoa” Reaching for her hand and she slapped it away.

“Don’t call me that” She rolled her eyes. He pressed his body against hers, taking a strand of her hair in his hand.

“I do as I please baby-girl, but hey, I hear you loud and clear. Besides, that’s not what I’m here for anyway”

“Enlighten me then Lucas”

“You know he’s looking for you”

“What do you want me to do? I told you I don’t have it right now”

“What are you doing to get it? Tips from our player’s book?” He grinned while she chuckled sucking her teeth and looking him in the eye.

“Those days are over” He leaned back a few steps.

“If you say so, but even if that were true, we know you can get it from somewhere else. I mean you are the ex-wife of a famous former basketball player”

“Let’s clear something up, he will not be part of this. Not now not ever, got that?”

“You’re running out of options sweetheart”

“I’ll figure something out. I just need some time…” She spoke softly.

“Alright, I’ll deliver the message, but just remember this…” The young man leans back into her, putting one hand on her thigh. She breathes sharply as he snatches her jaw squeezing it.

“Use your time wisely but don’t take too long, cuz if you do, I’ll be back to find you, I never run into issues about that, but you will if I have to. Do we understand each other?” She turned her head and nodded in agreement. He released her and let her climb in the car. Before letting her drive off, he tapped on the window, she rolled it down. He leaned forward grazing her cheek.

“Don’t forget, dead men tell no tales, but in your case, dead women. You get home safe now” He winked then walked away and she drove off. As her car left the premises, she turned on her radio, stopping at a light. While sitting there, she turned the volume knob on her radio on full blast, reaching over for her glove box, opening it. She pulled out an small silver object, holding a lot of power in her hand.

“Choice is mines now”

Thank you for reading x 

Chapters five and six will focus on the teens as well as some sensitive subjects we all are familiar with. Any guesses on what the secret is? 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a Jason Todd x POC reader where the reader became Dick's friend and an intern of Bruce's after Jason died. She meets Jason for the first time at one of Bruce's galas and Jason tries to hit on her but she is not having it. But the next time she sees him is when he comes back to the manor to get first aid from Alfred after his patrol but Alfred isnt there so the reader patches him up and they hit it off.

Author’s Note: We should establish ahead of time that I’m a firmly middle-class white woman, which makes me feel a little unqualified to write a POC reader fic, but I gave it a try. I altered the details of the request just a little bit; I hope that’s okay. Obviously I have no ownership of any of the DC characters. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ATTEMPT SHOULDER REDUCTION AT HOME.


Warnings: amateur surgery? Mention of injury, Jason being a bit pushy in the first part.

So it’s true what they say: the best way to get a job is to know someone on the inside.

Executive Assistant to Bruce Wayne. You’re pretty sure what sold it was when you wrote down “Dick Grayson” next to the line on the application asking if you knew anybody currently or previously employed at Wayne Enterprises. You’d known Dick since Gotham Academy, when he’d befriended the new girl who was there on a scholarship, and you’d wavered in and out of touch with him since graduation. You’d been in an out-of-touch portion of your friendship when you’d submitted this application, six weeks out of NYU with a business degree and back in Gotham, desperate for income. Apparently he had fond memories of you, though, because you’d gotten a call back for an interview less than 24 hours later. Two interviews and a shadowing later, you’d landed this job.

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Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Sorry if some of you chanced upon my AFF and already read this but I just felt really bad for not posting anything for so long and making you guys wait so I ended up tweaking something that I’ve already wrote. Hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless, for all you fellow students who are drowning in school work, have some hugs and kisses from Jay ♡

“Where the hell is she…” Jay muttered under his breath as he paced up and down the living room.

He had gotten home slightly later than the usual from the office surprised to see that the house was empty when you had told him that you’d be back before dark and even after taking the longest shower in a long while, there was still no sign of you which was beginning to worry him. It was midnight, way past ‘before dark’ and he had texted you at least 10 times when none of his 25 calls could get through.

Sure you guys weren’t exactly on the best of terms with all the chaos that was going on after your relationship of two years was exposed a week ago, essentially turning the both of your lives upside down but it was precisely because of that that you two had decided to sit down and have a talk about it but the fact that you weren’t home as planned wasn’t only preventing him from working the situation out, but also causing him to be worried sick.

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