why is there a white streak in my hair

The Talk

I wrote most of this a few months back, but I thought I might finish it up and post it for funsies! 


“There’s no shotgun on a sofa!”

As Marinette watched her two youngest children sprawl across the couch, Louis obnoxiously taking up as much room as possible and Bridgette primly seating herself atop his head, it was a real effort to keep from crying.

Maybe she was getting soft in her (not old, forty eight was still quite spry) age, but it was always times like these, when they all sat down as a family to talk, that made her remember the earlier days. The days where baby Bridgette was a permanent fixture to her hip and Louis was little more than a streak of blonde hair as he zoomed around the house. The years their house had been filled with not two children but four, each of them unique and talented and an absolutely perfect blend of her and Adrien.

(Don’t get her wrong, Marinette was proud that she’d raised Emma and Hugo to be such self-sufficient young adults, but damn if she didn’t still get a little misty eyed every time she passed their empty bedrooms.)

“Alright settle down,” Marinette began, swatting her son’s feet off the table with practiced ease, “Time for family meeting.”

She cleared her throat.

“Since you two are both teenagers now, your father and I thought it was time to discuss some things with you.”

Two mischievous smiles dropped, shattering on the floor.

“Oh god,” Bridgette breathed, eyes flooding with dread, “Please tell me you aren’t-“

“I got the banana!” Adrien announced as he exited the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. Louis and Bridgette let loose synchronized shrieks, then transitioned into wailing as Marinette produced a foil square from her pocket.

“Why do you have a condom?” Louis groaned, hands dragging down the sides of his tomato-tinted face.  “You two haven’t done that since Bridgette was conceived.” His eyes widened in abject horror. “Right? Oh god please tell me you don’t still…”

He trailed off, silently begging his parents to confirm they were, in fact, on a 16 year chastity streak.

As Adrien plopped down unto the couch next to his wife, the expression he threw his son somehow managed to be both pitying and smug. “You really think we go to bed early every Sunday night because we’re tired?”

The teens let loose another synchronized retch, Bridgette slapping her hand over her ears and Louis spitting a string of curses vulgar enough to earn him a sharp look from sailor Marinette herself.

“Sex is normal and healthy,” she admonished, trying to keep her face passive despite the grin resting on the edge of her lips.

(She could still remember the mortification she’d felt the day her own parents had given her this talk, but found that being on the other end of things was downright funny.)

“Not at your age it isn’t,” Bridgette whined from behind her pillow.

“Yeah,” Louis agreed, “You’ll break a hip.”

“That’s kinnda the goal,” Marinette said beneath a cough, earning two more horrified “Maman!”’s and a fistbumps from her husband.

“That’s it!” Bridgette declared, pushing up from the couch, “I’m flying into the sun.”

Adrien hooked her by the waist, pulling her back down to her seat. “Not before you learn proper condom application you don’t.”

Drawing upon years of being the baby of the family, Bridgette stuck her bottom lip out in that trademark pout, hoping it’d been enough to crack her father’s notoriously weak resolve. “But it’s weeeeeird,” she whined, throwing in the boo-boo eyes for good measure. “Besides, I already know how-“

She shut her mouth so hard her fangs clicked.

Three other mouths hung open.

(Listen, it wasn’t her fault some of the vamp kids she’d met while visiting her grandpas had given her plasma-fruit flavored condoms! It wasn’t her fault Dom had agreed to be her Guinea pig, sweating bullets as she’d lowered her razor-sharp mouth around him! She was a curious girl, okay?! So sue her!)

“And just when did this happen?!” Louis exploded, taking on the role of protective father as Adrien sat dumbstruck across the living room. “Was it that Bourgeois bastard?”

“Don’t you dare talk about my Feli-bug like that!” Bridgette deflected, poking a sharp nail to the center of his chest.

“OOOOO I’m gunna bake Casper the frigid ghost a nice batch of garlic cookies and deliver them on a silver platter!”

“Louis shut up!”

“She… already knows?” Adrien murmured, staring vacantly at the rug. “How… w-why does she already know??”

“Siri?” Louis asked, hoisting his phone high enough to evade his vertically-challenged sister, “Where is the nearest place to get a wooden stake?”

“How old is she?” Adrien’s hands carded through his white-blonde (almost silver) hair. “How old am I???”

A pillow went sailing, followed shortly after by a streak of yellow and black. The banana was smashed on the floor. Alya wandered in from next door, only to walk right back out.

“Mom, control your idiot son!”

“Mom, control your slutty-“


‘She always did have my upper body strength,’ Marinette mused, idly stirring her tea as she watched her daughter bludgeon her son with a couch cushion.

Adrien- who at this point seemed to have moved past his mini-midlife crisis -sprung to his feet, confiscating both pillow and cell phone (“The nearest steakhouse is 3.4 miles away.”) as he hauled his hissing kittens apart.

“No hitting!” he admonished, plopping the world’s first bright red honeybee on one end of the couch. “And no calling your sister- or any Lady!- a slut,” he continued, sticking a rumpled butterfly on the other. “Now sit still and learn, unless you want any unplanned pregnancies in your future.”

“Pssh, yeah right,” Louis scoffed, rolling his eyes as he slumped back into the cushion, “Like that’ll ever happen…”

Five years later, when he found himself sitting on that very same couch with a squirming toddler pinned to his hip, Louis made sure to take notes when his parents produced a second banana.

anonymous asked:

hello my lord and savior (for all the good you've done for my batfam obsession). i was wondering if you could do an imagine/drabble about jason getting a bit self-conscious about his white streak when someone makes an insensitive comment about it, and his SO dying a piece of her hair like his to make him feel better about it? love you lots :'-)

So I wrote this one really quick! There is a sudden plunge into kink toward the end! If you don’t like that, skip the last few lines. I don’t know what happened, but toward the end of this my mind was suddenly in the gutter.


You love Jason’s white streak. It’s one of the physical reminders that Jason survived, and you love that. The two of you had been together since before the Joker, and you two had gotten back together again when Jason came back as the Red Hood.

Gently running your fingers through the streak, you press kisses all over Jason’s sleeping face. He stirs, eyes opening slowly, “Morning, baby”


“Wanna go to the book store today?”

“Yeah … but after coffee”

Chuckling, you lean down, pressing one more kiss to his lips, before you get up and head to the kitchen to make the coffee. “Well get up, I heard that the store got that new book you wanted”



“I’m coming, I’m coming”

An hour and a half later you two finally leave for the bookstore. The two of you split up when you get to the store, Jason heading to the new releases, and you wanting to check out the other sections. When you’ve browsed the rest of the store you head over to the classic section, the place you’ll most likely find your boyfriend.

“I don’t understand the stupid hair that people have now a days. Dude, did you do that shit on purpose?”

Jason hunches his shoulder’s slightly, already self-conscious about his white streak, and he rarely would defend himself. So, you decide to stand up for him.

“Do you have a fucking problem, dude?”

The asshole smirks over at you, “I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. I was talking about the freak with the streak over there”

“You mean my boyfriend? You’re standing over there being an asshole for no fucking reason, picking on someone who you don’t even fucking know. Does that make you feel better, sweetheart? Does it make you feel like a man to taunt someone in a fucking book-store?”

“Listen, bitch …”

“No you listen, you worthless piece of shit. It’s called a trauma streak. The whitening of hair when a traumatic event occurs causes melanin to no longer be released by the hair cells. He didn’t fucking choose to have a constant reminder of his trauma in the middle of his head, and he sure as shit doesn’t need someone like you to fucking point it out!!”

“Y/N …”

“No, Jay! You don’t deserve to be fucking bullied in public by some ignorant asshole who can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut!!”

The asshole is still standing there, looking like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “Baby, let’s go. We can head back to our apartment, we’ll come back to get the book another day”

You whip around, “Did you get the book?”

“Yes …”

“Good, then we’ll check out, and then leave. I’m not letting this asshole stop us from getting your damn book” Turning around again, you lock eyes with the asshole, “And you might want to think next time before you say something to a stranger. The only reason I haven’t dragged your face across this floor is because I actually like to come here, and don’t want to be banned, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Good, now we’re gonna leave, and if you ever talk to my boyfriend again I’ll kill you, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Good. Jason” You manage to flash an almost manic smile at him, “let’s check out, and leave”

“Alright, baby, let’s do that”

Once you’re finally back at the apartment, you wrap your arms around Jason. “I’m sorry he said those things”

“It’s no big deal, babe”

“It is a big deal! I love your white streak! And I know that you hate it! I know how self-conscious you are about it”

“I’ll get over it”

You give Jason a sad smile, “Go start your new book, I’ll make us lunch, alright?”

“Thanks, babe”

Jason’s out with Roy for the day. He’s been jumpy lately, ashamed of himself. He won’t let you touch him, or play with his hair, saying that he’s tainted form the Pit. So, you had called Roy, asked him to take Jason out for a while, and then called Dick.

Dick answers on the second ring, “What’s up, Y/N?”

“I need your help, can you be over here in 30 minutes with some hair bleach and white hair dye?”


“Thanks, Dickie!”

“No problem, kid”

Exactly 30 minutes later Dick shows up at your apartment with the supplies, “You’re the best!”

“I know” Dick always puffs up like a peacock whenever someone compliments him, “So, why white dye?”

“Some asshole was picking on Jason’s white streak the other day, and last night I caught Jason trying to dye it black. So, I decided that I would make my own white streak in order to make him feel better about his!”

“And I guess you need my help?”

“Yeah, I’d really rather not mess this up”

“Alrighty then” Dick cracks his knuckles, “Let’s get to work”

Jason gets back that night in a decidedly better mood than the one he left in. “Y/N?”

“In the kitchen!”

“Babe, you wouldn’t believe what Roy … Y/N, what happened to your hair?”

“I dyed it”

“I can see that, but why?”

You sigh, putting down the spatula, and gently taking Jason’s hand, “Because I love you, and I know how much you hate being different, so now you aren’t. Now the two us will both have these white streaks, we’ll match, you don’t need to be self-conscious anymore”

Jason is still for another few seconds, and then suddenly you’re in his arms, and he’s trying to squeeze you to death. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much”

“Love you too, Jaybird”

He leans down, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips, “You’re the best girlfriend in the entire multiverse, baby”

You smirk, “I know” Walking your fingers up his chest you look up at Jason from beneath your eyelashes, “What are you gonna give me for being such a good girl?”

Jason stands to his full height, looming over you, “Now, baby girl, I want you to turn off the stove, and go lay out on the bed. Naked. Daddy has a present for his special girl tonight”

You flush, eyes wide, and immediately scramble to do exactly as Jason says. Tonight, is gonna be fun.

Stalker From Another Universe- Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader

This was requested by @azul23blue.  I hope this is what you envisioned!


You sat by the window, sipping tea from your favorite mug.  The sound of rain hitting the side of your house echoed through the window and an occasional flash of lightning and a boom from thunder graced your presence.  You sat on your bed, snuggled into the softest blanket you could find, reading about one of your most favorite characters: Jason Peter Todd.  You knew you were a little crazy for falling for a fictional character, but why couldn’t more guys be like him?  You often thought that question for every character you have fallen in love with, but you really meant it when you are referring to Jason.  He’s freakin adorable and anyone’s opinion is invalid.  Even if he’s just a fictional character, his comics never fail to comfort you or make you cry your face off.  There is never an in between.  

“Why can’t you be real?” you asked the lifeless comic book, “Nevermind, I’d rather be fictional with you.  Now I’m talking to myself again, great.”

You chugged the rest of your tea and set the mug down on your nightstand.  The comic book later joined the mug on the table with a bookmark marking your spot.  A yawn escaped from your lips and you looked at the clock that displayed 12:09.  I really need to work on my sleep schedule, you thought, but it’s worth it.  You turned your light off and snuggled even deeper into the blanket while shoving another blanket on top of you.  You put your head on your pillow and closed your eyes.  Later in the night, you were finally lulled to sleep by the rain.


You groaned when the fire from hell woke you up from your slumber.  Knowing any attempts of falling asleep again would fail, you sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.  When you realized you weren’t in your room, you immediately shot up and surveyed the room.  

“What the fucking shit?” you screamed.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hands and widened your eyes.  Great!!  Let the psycho that kidnapped you that you’re awake!! Wonderful!!  You looked around for a weapon or something to defend yourself with and saw your comic book on the ground.  You grabbed it and held onto it as if it would save you, which it possibly could.  The door at the end of the room was yanked open and a man with black hair popped out with a gun.

“Holy shit!” you screamed while diving behind the couch.  

You looked around for your comic book but couldn’t find it anywhere.  You mentally cursed at yourself for throwing away your only weapon and twenty dollars.  You peeked your head out of the side of the couch and saw the man staring at your comic wide-eyed.  He glanced back at you and you returned to the safety of the couch.  You heard the man’s footsteps and you were frozen in place with your heart beating out of your chest.  You looked to your left slowly and saw his feet.  Your eyes drifted up and the man still had the comic in his hand.

“Is this yours?”

You nodded.

“Do you know how you got here?”

“No,” you responded.

“Is this fake?” he asked while pointing to the comic.

You gave him a confused look and nodded.

He muttered, “I knew it.”

You wondered what he meant but paid no more attention to it when he placed the book on the couch.

“Just sit there and wait a second.  I gotta make a call.”

You sat back on the couch and wondered if you should try and escape or not.  He has a gun! A freakin real ass gun!  It’s a good idea to run away from a guy with a gun at close range!  You weighed all of your options and decided to listen to the said guy with a gun.  You grabbed your blanket and snuggled into it like you did last night.  Why did he ask those questions?  Did he kidnap you or something?  You really couldn’t make up your mind of what this situation is.  A muffled conversation could be heard from the other side of the door the black-haired guy burst through and sounded like a bunch of gibberish to you.  The conversation lasted for about twenty minutes and ended with a few expletives that could definitely be heard through the wall.  He stomped out of the room and came back with two cups.  He handed one to you and you hesitantly took it.  He grabbed your cup and took a swig before handing it back to you.  You sipped the drink and realized it was your favorite tea flavor.

“What am I doing here?” you asked him.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?  I wake up in some stranger’s apartment and said stranger bursts through a door with a gun aimed at my face!”

“You done?”

“Not even started.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.  You looked at his hair and saw the famous white streak that you have read about.  He’s the fucking Red Hood.  

You jumped out of the couch again and screeched, “Oh my gosh you’re- Why am I- What the shit and how the shit?”

You kept rambling until a hand grasped onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know how you got here, but you aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

“You’re freaking making a Wizard Of Oz reference when I am who knows how far from my home and stuck in a universe with superheroes and villains!  I know you’re witty but that is not making this situation better.”

He shrugged and said, “I thought it would lighten the mood?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re taking this very well.”

“It’s not everyday that you get to meet a stalker from another universe.”

Protective Much? (Jason Todd x Reader)

Anon Requested-Could I get a Jason Todd imagine where he gets protective/jealous please? :)


“(Y/N)!” You smiled as you heard the deep voice you recognized lightening your mood. “Hey beautiful.” Jason wrapped his arms around your waist picking you up “Where’s roy? Didn’t you say th-” You stepped back hearing a gasp as you smirked

“HOLY SHIT” Jason ran his hands through his hair making puffing noises and slicking his wet hair back “Ok that felt nice but what the hell roy!?” You kissed his forehead lightly “It was my idea”

Jason rolled his eyes taking your hand and sat you two over on a bench. You sat down patting your lap as he layed in your lap getting your shorts wet “I’m getting you back for that you know?”

You smirked rolling your eyes running your hair through the white streak “Even when your hair is wet and you’re soaking wet you still manage to be hot.” He groaned “It’s so hot here. Out of all places to go on vacation why California?! Not like new york or anything. Cali”

Your mouth dropped open “What do you mean vacation?! You came out here for a mission! I just decided to tag a long..” Your voice drifted off into a little whistle. Roy and Kori walked over to the top of you the glowing eyes looking at you “Would you two like to go get Ice cream with us?”

Roy’s voice spoke up after kori was done talking “Yeah then we’re heading back to the hotel to go into the pool because holy hell is it hotter then hell in here and Jason should know” Jason rolled his eyes getting up helping you up “Yeah that’s all cool.”

You smiled grabbing his hand the four of you walking off to get ice cream. As you guys were walking to the place you noticed it was closed. “That’s stupid what time is it anyways?” You groaned pulling your phone out of your boot checking the time reading 3:34 PM.

Jason leaned over your shoulder grunting “Sooo swimming then?” You smiled hearing kori speak up as you nodded your head. Kori grabbed your arm as the two of you ran across the street and into the hotel room.

Roy and Jason were right behind you. Kori went into the bathroom changing into her bathing suit “Um i’m not going to swim…” You looked down your bathing suit on but your cover up on. Roy looked at you as he helped tie Kori’s bathing suit top

Jason walked over to you shirt less as you placed your hand on his chest. You mumbled into his chest “I don’t like swimming…I mean I don’t mind but when there’s other people around..” You leaned down to look out the window of your hotel down to the pool seeing a group of guys there

Jason snagged his arm around you grabbing your hand and his towels walking behind Kori and roy discussing some stupid magic stuff “You’re going to be fine i’ll protect you.”

You grinned walking down stairs getting to the outdoor pool that was beautiful. You smiled smelling the fresh flowers and seeing the blue clear water. You walked over to set down your blanket on your chair next to kori.

Laying down putting your sunglasses on you removed your cover up your skin showing and the bathing suit fitting your body perfectly “It’s beautiful out here don’t you think kori?” She nodded her head “Yes friend (Y/N) it’s truly beautiful out here.”

Roy got up pushing jason into the pool the two boys jumping in as you smirked hearing the splash. “Hey cutie you busy?” Kori looked up as you groaned mumbling to yourself “Just what i was worried about..”

The three boys smirked the one in the middle staring directly at you “Hey. You’re cute you got a date or something? You should come swimming with u-” The boy got cut off by a voice “HEY ASSHOLE!” You heard your boyfriend shout from the other side of the pool

Roy smirked and started firing nerf gun darts at the boys as they tried to deflect them with their towel but instead ran off. You propped your self on elbow smiling as jason walked over to you sitting on your long chair as you layed down “Protective much?”

Power Couple - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: I’m loving these other anons who are requesting the batboys with famous SO others. Idk why. But can you do one like that with Jason and Damian too. Like their SO is just famous and the media loves catching Gothams princes with them ?? (requested by anon)

“Ugh. What does he want?” You groaned seeing you had an unread message from your manager on your phone. You sat up in bed and unlocked your phone’s lock screen to view the message. Jason turned in his sleep but remained oblivious to your movement.

‘Have you been on the internet today? You’re blowing up kid!’ His message read.

‘What did I do now?’

‘Not what. WHO. That new boy toy of yours is practically royalty in Gotham City. You’ve hit the publicity jackpot!’ He responded immediately. You rolled your eyes at the greedy snake. All he cared about was all the money he would rake in with all the gossip floating about.

‘Lucky me.’ You responded, your sarcasm probably lost on the dense man.

‘This is just the beginning kid. Just you wait until the pregnancy and engagement rumors start. People can’t resist that shit.’

‘Can’t we just focus on my career?’

‘This IS your career. You can’t have one without the other. Get used to it.’

“Something wrong, [Y/N]?” Jason grumbled, his voice thick and slow with sleep. He squinted up at you, the bright light of your phone straining his eyes. You thought the way his nose crinkled when he squinted was the most adorable thing ever.

“I think I have to fire my manager.” You said softly running your fingers through the white streak in Jason’s hair.

“Why?” He asked, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“He wants to exploit my personal life to enhance my fame and his glory.” You explained.

“Isn’t that basically the job description of a manager, babe?”  He responded.

“Doesn’t mean I have like it, Prince of Gotham.” You said sharply poking his shoulder in accusation.

“You found out about that, huh? I can’t help that I’m famous for no reason.” He shrugged rubbing where you had jabbed at him.

“Ugh. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with some boring doctor that no one gives a shit about?” You asked yourself. Jason’s lips broke into a lazy grin.

“Aw, you love me babe? That’s embarrassing.” He teased.

“Yeah for you. If my manager has his way you’re stuck with me for a long time. Better get used to it.” You retorted.

“Is it stuck if I never want to let you go?” He replied smoothly without skipping a beat.

“Oh you’re good.” You said narrowing your eyes at him.

“Damn right I am.” He said leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Keep your manager. We can fuck with him.” He suggested mischievously.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned.  

I have a question...

Why is it that whenever some characters go through a traumatizing, plot-driven event, their hair now suddenly possesses a white streak?

I mean…

Jason Todd

Danny Fenton/Phantom

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

Am I missing something? Is this a basic trait for characters who go through PTSD? Are there any other characters who I missed?

Name Withheld Part 6

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon being cooked inside the kitchen that was just outside of Jason’s room. I couldn’t help but smile slightly as I sat up from my spot on the bed and pulled the covers away from me so that I could go out and see him. I grabbed one of his many discarded shirts and pulled it over my head as I walked out of the bedroom and towards the sound of delicious food cooking in the distance.
His back was to the kitchen entryway as he continued to cook to his heart’s content, so I just smiled as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame. Jason was nothing but perfect in my eyes, he was kind, gentle, and he never treats me as if I’m anything less than a human being. Even though he thinks I’m not his soulmate, he still treats me with respect and something that I probably shouldn’t consider love but I will anyway.
Pushing myself off the wooden doorway I slowly walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist, well I tried too at least, and placed a kiss on his exposed back. “Good morning hot stuff.” I hummed against his back with a smile on my face.
Jason chuckled as he placed down one of the kitchen utensils he had in his hand and turned in my grasp so that he could face me directly. “Sleep well sweet cheeks?” He asked as he rubbed his hands up and down my sides.
I hummed softly and nodded my head as I leaned it against his bare chest. “I did, thanks for asking.” I laughed as I pat him on the back gently. “Pancakes and bacon? What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile on my face as I looked up at him.
Jason just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he removed my hands from around him and turned around to continue cooking our breakfast. “Just felt like cooking this morning is all. Can’t I cook for my favorite girl?” He asked.
I let out a laugh and shook my head as I moved over to the counter and hoisted myself up on it. “Aw! I’m your favorite girl? I feel so special!” I hummed as I poked at him with my big toe.
He rolled his eyes as he took the food off the stove and placed them on the two plates that he had set out for us. “Well you are the only girl in my life right now so I would hope that you think you’re my favorite.” He said as he took hold of my ankle and proceeded to let his hands ghost up from my ankle to my knee and up to the top of my thigh. “Your skin is always so soft…” He mumbled softly.
I let out a sigh of content as I leaned my head back against the cabinet that was directly behind me. “It’s called lotion hun. You really should try it some time.” I stated with a giggle.
Jason chuckled deeply as he looked at me directly in the eyes. “You have said that before, haven’t you?” He asked as he made himself level with my legs and gently brushed his lips against my skin. “But, I don’t think my skin would ever be as soft as yours. I have too many scars and callouses that lotion definitely won’t fix.” He mumbled as he placed a kiss on the side of my knee.
I bit my bottom lip slightly as I watched Jason with careful eyes. His fingers were like fire against my (S/C) skin and wherever he touched left a burning sensation in their wake. “Jason…” I breathed out his name as I reached down to brush my fingers through his hair.
He looked up at me through hooded eyes before chuckling and placing a kiss against the top of my thigh as he stood back up. “Come on, let’s eat before the food gets too cold.” He said as he placed his hands on my hips and proceeded to remain situated between my legs as he placed his forehead against mine with a soft smile on his face.
I looked at him with a soft expression as I reached up and gently placed my hands on his cheeks. “Food sounds nice.” I hummed as I rubbed my nose against his, earning a chuckle from him in response before getting a kiss from him.
Jason stepped back and gently pulled me from the counter top so that he could set me on my feet. He reached over and picked up the plates from the other side of the counter and handed the one he made for me to me.
We walked towards the couch, fell back into its soft cushions, and turned on the television so that we would have some form of noise going on. The two of us ate in a comfortable silence as we kept our eyes trained on the T.V., but I could feel Jason glancing over at me every few minutes.
“You know, if you take a picture it will last a lot longer.” I said with a smirk as I turned to look at him with an amused expression.
He let out a chuckle as he set his plate down on the coffee table that was directly in front of us and gently pulled me into his side. “I was just thinking about how amazing you look in nothing but my shirt.” He hummed as he rubbed his hand against my side.
I rolled my eyes as I leaned forward to place my plate down as well and leaned back against him once I was done. “Why thank you sugar. But there’s something else you were thinking about, wasn’t there?” I asked as I looked up at him with all knowing eyes.
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face and let out a laugh as he shook his head. “I swear, you know almost everything, don’t you?” He asked as he took my wrist, that had his name on it, and gently ran his thumb over the band that I kept over it. “Why won’t you let me see it?” He asked in a soft tone.
I let out an annoyed sigh as I tried to pull my wrist away from him, but his grip only tightened. “I won’t let you see it because it’s practically gone. You know this.” I said as I ran my free hand through my hair.
“Then it shouldn’t be an issue to allow me to look at it. It’s not like it’s going to be my name or anything.” He said. He couldn’t be more wrong though.
I let out a frustrated sigh and shook my head as I yanked my arm away from his grasp. “If you want to know so bad then I’ll just tell you. My soulmate is dead. He died before I could even meet him and when your soulmate dies their name fades from your wrist and you’re left all alone in this cruel world until the day you die. Now will you stop asking to see it? I don’t want to go through the pain of remembering the day that his name disappeared.” I snapped as I stood from my spot on the couch and stormed towards his room to gather my things.
I grumbled to myself as I grabbed my jeans and began to pull them onto my legs, buttoning them when they were fully on, and went in search for my shirt and bra. How many times have I told him that I didn’t want to talk about the name on my wrist? Why couldn’t he just let it go and let bygones be bygones? Why did he have to push the subject to the point of making me mad? I let out a groan as I tied my hair back into a loose ponytail and walked to the area where my shoes were.
“I didn’t mean to pry.” I heard him say from the doorway.
I let out another sigh as I stood up straight and turned to look at him fully. “Then you should have thought about that before you asked for the millionth time. I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it or even think about it Jason. Why did you completely disregard what I said?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Jason let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the little white streak that I loved so much, and looked at me with soft eyes. “I’m sorry alright? I just thought that maybe if I knew your soulmates name I could help you find him so you’re not alone whenever I happen to find mine. You’re too amazing to be left alone for the rest of your life Sarah. You deserve so much better than this, than me, and whatever you will go through when I have to leave.” He stated as he put my hair behind my ear. “I know not everyone ends up with their soulmate in the end, but I have a feeling that I will and I don’t want you to be left behind and unloved.” He mumbled.
I stared at him for a few moments before letting out another sigh and wrapped my arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. “Jason… Don’t worry about me… Just knowing you and having the time that I have had with you existed is more than enough for me. I don’t need a soulmate to make my life better. I’ve had the time of my life with you so far and if the time ever comes that I need to leave you be and let you live your life then that’s fine by me.” I stated.
Jason let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him. “Don’t say that… You’ll find someone… I know it…” He whispered to me before pulling away to look at me.
I opened my mouth to say something but the dreaded ringtone that I had set for my father began to play and my face turned into a sour expression as I pulled away completely. I grabbed my phone and slid the little bar to answer the dreaded phone call. “You have impeccable timing. What do you want Dad?” I asked in a harsh tone.
Now is that any way to greet your father Angel Face?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, it is. Especially since the last time I saw you it was nothing short of pleasant. Now, I’m not going to ask again after this. What do you want?” I hissed. I felt Jason walk up and wrap his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I quickly shooed him away and walked towards the bathroom, locking the door behind me so that he couldn’t follow me inside.
I need you to come to the docks tomorrow night at eleven. I have another deal going down and your presence is required because I need Daddy’s little angel to work her magic on the boys.” He said and I could feel my stomach turn at the thought.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I want nothing to do with your business?” I snapped as I leaned back against the door.
And how many fucking times do I have to tell you not to talk to me like that?! Do you forget that I know every little thing you do? Everywhere you go? I even know where you are now and who you’re with. Don’t think that I won’t tell my boys to hunt him down and dispose of him! Because as of right now he is doing nothing but distracting you from your daughterly duties! Now be at the docks by eleven tomorrow night or you can kiss your little play thing goodbye.” He yelled at me through the phone.
I let out a shaky sigh as the thought of my father doing something to Jason ran through my mind at the speed of light. “Alright… I’ll be there… Just, leave him out of this Dad. I’ll do anything you want just leave him alone.” I muttered into the phone.
That’s my girl. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Eleven pm. Don’t be a minute late. Bye Angel Face.” And with that the line went dead.
I let the hand that was holding my phone to my ear drop down to my side as I leaned back against the door even more. This was just great, this was absolutely perfect. I shook my head as I turned and unlocked the bathroom door, only to open it up to a very concerned, and confused, Jason Todd.
“What the fuck was that all about?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.
I frowned as I shoved my phone into my pocket and shook my head. “Nothing, Dad was just being an asshole again like usual. Don’t worry about it.” I said as I quickly pecked him on the lips. “But sadly, I have to get going and I won’t be able to see you tomorrow night either because I have to go visit Daddy dearest.” I grumbled as I moved away from him and picked up my purse and keys.
Jason let out a sigh as he followed me towards the front door of his apartment. “Alright, call me if you need anything alright?” He said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “Especially if you have another incident and if you do I’m going to take you to the hospital this time.” He mumbled against my lips.
I let out a light laugh and pushed away after I kissed him back. “Alright Mr. Worry Wort. I’ll see you later Jason.” I said and with that I exited his apartment and made my way to the elevator down the hallway.

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I got lazy, no shading for this one

My planebound jerkwad Izzet mage, Borrion. He is a master at teleportation and hates it when people call him this strange person named “Urza.”

And the white hair came before the silver streaks.

I am thinking about putting him either within the Izmagnus since there are only so many that exist among them, why not have him be one of them eue



Requested- no

Word count- 2.1k

Summary- Everyone fights for something, but Y/N wishes Calum didn’t have to fight for her (Warnings for mentions of death and blood)

Originally posted by hollywoodmarcia

They loved his story, a young boy who had volunteered to fight to avenge his sister now one of the most celebrated fighters in the empire. 

“My love, I must be going before the sun rises,” Warmth was pulled from your bare frame as your beloved rolled from your side. His skin glowed gold in the early morning light, soft against the harsh metal armor and leather now strapped to his torso. 

“Mhm, gods know how quickly rumors would spread if the servants found you here in my bed. Whole story would race like fire before the sun has even appeared above the horizon,” You murmured, reaching your hand towards the shimmering boy now fully dressed. 

“Your father would have my head on the city walls,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead gently before turning towards to the door. You curled back into the soft linen of your bed bringing a smile to the boy’s face before he slipped from your room, leaving a empty feeling you tried to fill with sleep. However, the comfort of his body was irreplaceable as sunbeams began to pour through the windows into the courtyard, sparkling against the iridescent mosaic swirling beneath your feet as you stepped down from your bed. Muscles ached as you stretched, wrapping your body in fabric before shuffling towards the door. Shadows cast throughout the hallway as you assessed the possible occupancy of the palace’s baths. Only the sound of your footsteps echoed off the marble halls until you finally reached the bathhouse across the complex. Steam curled  as you sank into the clear water, the tips of your toes grazing the bottom of the warm pool. Hanging pots of fire were suspended above the bath, the smoke rising towards the begonia sky beside spirals of steam. Tension rolled from your muscles as you finally relaxed in the soothing water, allowing your mind to wander to what the rest of your day would hold. Excitement had been boiling for weeks about the event at the Coliseum, yet you would have given all the gold you owned to not be there. Not only would you be paraded like a statue for the whole city, but you were required to sit high above in the emperor’s box silently with your mother and father while watching whatever spectacle would play out before the eyes of the arena. Calum drifted into your thoughts, his warm brown eyes and skin to match making your heart race. The feeling of his rough hands gliding across your body in the secret moments you shared late in your rooms. Years prior when you had met him you had considered not keeping your relationship a secret, your young mind naive to the repercussions it could have caused. You had met him at the market, his eyes following you through the swirling crowds, a beautiful girl who held herself in a way that didn’t match the simple clothing you were wearing. Sparks flew between you both in every meeting after, the simple eye contact made from afar graduating to letters left hidden in the city before the first night Calum had ventured through the inky blackness of the palace to your side. Soft fingertips ran across skin in silence, echoed by heavy breaths. Now he was beside you almost every night, his company a constant in the chaos. 

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Every Heart is a Doorway

“Every Heart a Doorway” is a book, and it is also a devious and calculated torture method for alterhumans.

If you are someone who experiences the feeling of “this earth is not my world. I come from another, stranger land that is my home. I remember it, I can practically feel it, but no one else believes its anything other than a fantasy” this book will take that feeling and beat you about the head and shoulders with it.

As someone from another world, reading a paragraph of this book feels like the little mermaid feeling knives with her every step on land. I have cried 3 or 4 times and I am on page 48.

Specifically, Every Heart is a Doorway is a book about children like Dorothy, or Alice, or Wendy and her brothers, or the Pevensie children who travel to, and make their home in another world, only to find themselves back on earth with no way to get home. The book is about a school for these children.

For those keeping sore there’s also a POC among the main characters and someone who’s canonically trans. (ftm) Oh and the main character identifies herself as asexual.

Here are some quotes from the book so far (no spoilers, because I’m hardly on chapter three)

THE GIRLS WERE NEVER present for the entrance interviews. Only their parents, their guardians, their confused siblings, who wanted so much to help them but didn’t know how. It would have been too hard on the prospective students to sit there and listen as the people they loved most in all the world—all this world, at least—dismissed their memories as delusions, their experiences as fantasy, their lives as some intractable illness.

At least while they were with her, they would be with someone who understood. Even if they would never have the opportunity to go back home, they would have someone who understood, and the company of their peers, which was a treasure beyond reckoning.

Eleanor West spent her days giving them what she had never had, and hoped that someday, it would be enough to pay her passage back to the place where she belonged.

“You can’t put a Nonsense traveler in with someone who went walking through Logic, not unless you feel like explaining a remarkable amount of violence to the local police.” 

Because she had wanted to know what was at the end of the long path between the trees, and because she hadn’t wanted to turn back before she understood everything. Because for the first time in forever, she’d felt like she was going home, and that feeling had been enough to move her feet, slowly at first, and then faster, and faster, until she had been running through the clean night air, and nothing else had mattered, or would ever matter again—

“I don’t dye my hair!” Nancy’s protest was heated. Sumi stopped talking and blinked at her. Eleanor turned to look at her. Nancy’s cheeks grew hot as the blood rose in her face, but she stood her ground, somehow keeping herself from reaching up to stroke her hair as she said, “It used to be all black, like my mother’s. When I danced with the Lord of the Dead for the first time, he said it was beautiful, and he ran his fingers through it. All the hair turned white around them, out of jealousy. That’s why I only have five black streaks left. Those are the parts he touched.”

“ Hope means you keep on holding to things that won’t ever be so again, and so you bleed an inch at a time until there’s nothing left.”

“ I guess I should tell you I’m taken,” said Sumi breezily. “He’s a candy corn farmer from the far reaches of the Kingdom and my one true love, and we’re going to get married someday. Or we would have, if I hadn’t gone and gotten myself exiled. Now he’ll tend his fields alone, and I’ll grow up and decide that he was just a dream, and maybe one day my daughter’s daughter will visit his grave with licorice flowers and a prayer for the departed on her lips.” 

I will probably do a full review of this book if I manage to read all of it without expiring dramatically next to my still beating heart.

Keeping Promises- Shance Week Day 7

So in this one, Shiro and Lance are dating before Shiro goes on the mission. I hope you enjoy and don’t worry, I have one more submission coming out tomorrow
Last Touch/First Glance

‘He’s in his room. Guards are switching in 2 minutes, go now’

When that text came through, Lance threw his covers off and pulled on his blue high-tops. He looked across the room where Hunk was snoring away. He had to remember to get back before Hunk woke up. He already suspected something and honestly, he loved Hunk, but the guy could not keep a secret. He snuck out of his room, keeping his ears open for the guards. He was able to evade the guards all the way to the teacher areas. He put in the lock code and entered the building quietly. He didn’t spot anyone in the hallways, and quickly sprinted to the door he need.

He knocked on the door, and looked over his shoulder, hoping he didn’t alert anyone. The door opened and on other side, Takeshi Shirogane looked down at his boyfriend in surprise.

“Lance? What are- get in here.” He pulled the student in, before making sure no one had seen him.

Lance couldn’t help but smile at Shiro’s caution. When he got the news that he’d be going on the Kerberos mission, Shiro was moved to the teacher barracks, despite him only really being at a graduate student status.

“Lance, what are you doing here? You could have been caught.”

Lance wrapped his arms around Shiro’s neck and looked up sweetly at his boyfriend. “Come on, I may be a cargo piolet but I have pretty good grades at stealth.”

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all i can remember is that you spoke in starbursts. you were born under the shade of elm trees and for the longest time you were convinced you hatched from an egg. i never believed you, said you would never break something that fragile. you held sugar on the tip of your tongue and i watched it dissolve and made wishes on all the granules. you tasted like the kind of water you only see on brochures, all magic and no bite. i can still remember touching your canine teeth and the way they were duller than the butter knives in your kitchen drawer. we didn’t believe in psychics or palm readers so we wove our own stories into our lifelines and tried to find a way to tie them together. you can be in california and i can still be stuck in this no-name city but sometimes my fingers twitch and i know you’re reaching out for a broken drum stick or trying to make origami cranes again. i tie red ribbons around my wrist and if anybody asks why i try to explain that i can’t paint the whole town red for you but i can paint myself whatever color you’d like tonight. you put blue streaks in your hair and neither of us talk about how it clashes with everything you wear. we live through colors because we felt black-and-white before each other. we send photographs, we write letters, we pretend, we invent, we believe, we dream this impossible thing and keep it in between pillow talk. you paint one of your nails sea foam green, i paint one of mine crime-tape yellow, tell you i’m a walking murder investigation and your fingerprints are all over the evidence. you make me promise to keep it that way.

i love jason todd and i’m always a slut for different ways the red hood arc could go so:

  • imagine it’s in the early-middle of the red hood arc where none of the batfam knows who jason is and he’s still kinda setting up everything and pissing off crime bosses throughout gotham and having a grand old time
  • and then of fucking course, Alien Invasion Of Your Choice happens
    • jason, to the universe at large: oh my fucking god will you let me avenge my goddamn death holy shit stop sending in distractions
  • it’s a worldwide invasion
  • which of course means some part of it comes to gotham
  • the batfam goes out to fight the invaders, hopefully before they enter the city proper
  • jason has to make a series of quick decisions because on the one hand he’s still low-key building his rep and the joker’s been quiet/locked in arkham for a while (which means he’ll likely be breaking out of arkham soon) and jason doesn’t want to run into the rest of the batfam on the battlefield
    • but on the other hand
    • he’s doing this to avenge himself, but he’s also doing it to prove himself a better batman, and there are a lot (a lot) of shitty people in gotham but there are innocents, too, and he has to do his part to protect them
  • so jason loads for bear (or…giant flying alien mutant wolf things, as the case may be, or whatever these aliens are) and heads out

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Caught in the Middle

Request: Hay can you make an imagine where a the female reader is about 17-19 and she gets hit by the speed force when caught in between a fight with zoom and Barry?  Thank you:)

“COOMMMEEEE OOOOONNNN Y/N,” my best friend called. We just came from a college party at Central City University. Y/B/F/N (your best friend’s name) was drunk already and I was leaving after some drunk guy tried to hit on me.

      While I was walking home, I saw a blue streak go past me followed by an orange streak. Zoom, I thought. I began to cross the street when the two streaks came back, this time circling me. Wind blew everywhere; my hair became a mess. The Flash and Zoom didn’t even notice me. I was trapped and I couldn’t get out. Sparks began to jump from them. It began snapping at me, not yet reaching. When sparks became a bolt, they attacked me. Everything went black; when I saw the blue streak leave and red clothed feet come near me.


     When I woke, the first thing I thought was “Why is it so bright in here?” Then a lady with red hair and white lab coat came up to me. “How are you feeling,” she asked. I responded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I looked around noticing a large room with many computers and screens and a red suit? “What happened?” I asked. Then a tall, lanky man came in saying, “You were caught in the middle of a fight against me and Zoom.”

“You and Zoom?”

“Yeah, hi. I’m Barry Allen, also the Flash.” Barry gave me a friendly smile. “What’s your name?”



Caitlyn interrupted and said, “Do you feel anything different?”

“No, not that I know of.”

“Okay, that’s good. Just rest for now,” and with that they both left and I went back to sleep.

Time Skip:

I woke up, I felt better than before. Caitlyn came in and began to take off the IV and all the wires keeping me to the bed. When she was done, she gave me my clothes and left closing the door and shutting the curtains. I got dressed and left the room. In the big room, I noticed six people. One black woman who I recognized as Iris West, a known writer of the Flash, an older black man, a younger black man who I guessed was the brother of Iris, a man who had long hair and looked liked he belonged in college, Caitlyn, and Barry. Once I exited the room I was staying in, they all looked at me. I felt extremely awkward and kinda left out, so I went towards the exit. Then they began talking to me.

“Hi, I’m Wally West.” The younger black male said.

“I’m Joe West.” The older man said.

“I’m Iris West.” Iris said.

“I know, I love your work at CCPN.” I said.

“Thanks,” she replied with a smile.

Then the guy with long hair stood up, “and I am the smartest, most awesome man alive Francisco Ramon. But you fair maiden, may call me Cisco.” I looked at him amused and played along saying, “Thank you Sir Ramon.” He looked at the rest of the group and pointed at me saying, “Ooh, I like her.” He began to walk forward towards the computer in the middle of the room, and halfway there he began to tripped, and reached out and caught him.

Woah, I could’ve sworn he was at least ten feet away,

I thought. “Woah, you were all the way over there.” Joe voiced my thoughts. Confused, I tried to speed to the exit and back, doing the task successfully. “You’re a speedster.” Barry said surprised.

Hot Topic!AU (Klance) - Date

(submitted by the lovely: @mayoffnaise)

I had the worst thought while writing this and it was “What if Keith actually said rawr means I love you in dinosaur” Also I had to look up emo looking anime characters for this.

“So is it a yes, or a no?” Keith pushed the tickets across the counter, towards the other boy.

“You like me!” Lance did a weird little shimmy with his shoulders that could only be described as ‘a completely Lance thing to do’.

“I,” Keith inhaled deeply through his nose, taking a moment to collect himself. “I have been very clear about the fact that I like you. We have been dating for two weeks.”

Lance leaned across the counter. If he had been any other customer, Keith would have punched him. Pausing dramatically, Lance gave the most awkward wink that Keith had ever received in his life. “So you admit you like me.”

“Okay, you caught me, I like you.” Keith rolled his eyes. This boy would be the death of him.

“Well in that case…” Lance closed the gap between them and pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll be at that concert.”

To say Keith was embarrassed by PDA was the understatement of the century. You could almost see his blush underneath the layers of white foundation. Shiro’s imminent comments always made it worse, validating it was in fact a public display of affection.

“I know it’s a slow day, but I’m still here guys.” Shiro folded a Blink-182 shirt, throwing it into the pile with the rest of them. There it was. Now the blush was definitely visible. It wasn’t fair. Keith knew Lance thrived on getting a rise out of him. Asshole.

After the redness in his face subdued, Keith directed his attention back to Lance. “Just warning you. The people at the concert are like the people here, but…” He shifted his gaze to a man browsing the hoodies heavily tattooed, brightly colored hair, clad in mostly leather, and studs, “More.” He emphasized the last word.

“No problemo.” Lance pocketed his ticket. “I’ve got this in the bag,” He holds up a plastic shopping bag. Keith can’t make out the text before it’s out of sight again. “Literally.”

“How?” Keith pointed at the item in question. “How did you even know I was going to invite you?”

“Uh. It’s a figure of speech.” Lance can’t help but smile at Keith’s inability to understand the joke.

“But then why would you say literally?” He placed his hands on his hips, like he was scolding a child.

“Don’t worry about it, just trust me.” He ended their conversation finger guns, and left without making any more annoying comments, not even one passing comment about the dumb Suicide Squad toys they had set up near the front of the store.

Maybe Pidge and Hunk’s lectures had finally gotten to him.

Whatever Pidge and Hunk were telling Lance, it was not working. When Keith had told Lance about the type of people at these concerts he had hoped it would prompt Lance to dress normally. Maybe just jeans and a black t-shirt instead of his usual anime attire, but this? Nothing could have prepared Keith for this. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Even with Keith’s reaction, Lance’s posing did not falter. Actually, it only made it more over the top. Lance was dressed head to toe in the most ridiculous get up he had ever seen. A black and white jacket with coat tails that were too long to be functional, and a skirt, maybe, with the same color pattern. That was all bad in itself, but the makeup and hair was what really took the cake. White face makeup with two black streaks extending from his eyes to his chin. The wig was closer in length to Keith’s own hair and hung right over Lance’s shoulders. “Like it?” He winked hitting another pose.

“Wha- why are you wearing that?” Keith sputters. He circles Lance taking in all the details of this costume. It was well made so either Lance had a lot of time on his hands, or a lot of money to spend.

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear my explanation, but since you asked.” Lance rested against the side of the car. “I wanted to fit the ‘emo’ aesthetic, and because I’m far from emo, and don’t have any normal clothes that’ll for in, I could just use cosplay.” Lance’s annoyingly bright smile only brightened at Keith’s red cheeked reaction to being called emo. “I would have went with L, but that seemed too simple, and then my next thought was Sasuke, but that’s kind of your thing, so I settled on Ulquiorra.” He finished, triumphantly, with his hands on his hips.

Keith dead panned. “We both know that’s not what I was asking.” He didn’t understand half of the things Lance said, and didn’t care to, but at this point they were already running late, and he was sure Lance wouldn’t be the weirdest looking person there. “Let’s just go.” He offered, opening up the passenger side door of his crappy car for Lance, and rounded the vehicle to slide in to the drivers side.

Lance hopped into his seat, and slammed the old car’s door shut. “I could ask you the same question.” He stated, looking forward as the other boy drove out of the lot.

“Oh yeah?” Keith raised an eyebrow, gaze remaining on the road. He was just in his usual attire, which made him a little nervous to ask.

“Yeah.” He kicked his feet up on the dashboard, slumping back into his seat. “You can’t just wear a crop top and not warn me, you’re too cute in them.”

“Shut up.” The words lacked venom, and came out more shaky than aggressive. Lance couldn’t help but peek over to see Keith’s face as red as the streaks in his hair.

Looking around, he recognized a few faces, he also realized, while Lance was very overdressed for the occasion, he certainly didn’t look the craziest there.

The crowd wasn’t huge. Keith prided himself in his very underground taste in music, despite Lance’s accusations that he only listened to My Chemical Romance. The band wasn’t on yet, but from the noise the hundred or so people made, you would think the band had already been playing for an hour.

“Yo, Kogane.” The two boys were approached by a man who pretty much fit every stereotype of what a stoner should look like. Skinny, long hair, baggy clothes, dead eyes. Rolo, great. Even though Keith appreciated the thought that went Lance’s outfit, after seeing it he’d kinda hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew. “Who’s the friend?” He shouted over the crowd.

“Oh, um, hey Rolo… This is Lance.” He said, gesturing to the boy next to him. Lance gave his signature dazzling smile and mock salute, and Rolo smiled lazily, entertained by his energy.

“You look pretty sick, dude.” Rolo leaned in closer to get a better look at Lance’s make up. “You do that yourself?” Keith couldn’t believe what he was hearing. To think he had been so worried. The two carried out their conversation about proper concert attire until for several more minutes until Lance squeezed his shoulder and brought him back to reality.

“Did ya hear that?” Lance boasted. “Your friends think I’m cool.”

Keith blinked, he hadn’t even noticed Nyma joined the conversation, but she and Rolo were such close friends he should have expected they were both here.

“That outfit is so cool.” She gushed, feeling the fabric. “Where did you get this?”

“I made it.” Lance smiled smugly. Keith didn’t interject, Lance’s smile was too genuinely happy.

A few more minutes of conversing over Lance’s 'super cool’ outfit passed by quickly. “Can you believe Keith didn’t want me to wear this? He must’ve afraid I’d look too good and everyone here would hit on me.” The whole group laughed loud enough to be heard through the audience.

“I still can’t believe you wore an anime costume to that concert.” Keith chuckled incredulously, pulling into an empty spot near the apartment building.

“I can’t believe you still don’t think it’s cool. I think you’re just jealous your friends liked me so much.” Lance leaned across his seat, challenging Keith to a kiss.

“No way.” He pushed the other boy’s face away. “Not with all that make up on.” He had only momentarily touched Lance’s skin, but his hand was already caked in white powder.

“Why don’t you come in and I’ll clean up, just for you.”

“Well, I’m usually not the kind of guy to kiss on the fourth date, but you are dressed impeccably.” Keith replies sarcastically, tugging at Lance’s jacket.

Lance laughs.


“You like me!”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”


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I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white.

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Second Chances

I have a lot of feelings about Kynan and Cassandra. So this happened. Spoilers up to Episode 70.

Kynan still isn’t sure he deserves a second chance. Not after the things he’s done, the mistakes he’s made. But he’s been given one anyway, so he’s determined to work hard in the hope that one day he’ll be able look at himself and think – yes, it was worth giving him that chance.  

Right now it seems rather like a fool’s hope, but it keeps him going.

He sits in the armoury, gently cleaning the rifles after today’s practice. Truthfully he doesn’t really need to; one of the first lessons he gave the men and women he’s training (it’s a strange thought, that he’s training anyone in anything, when he feels so utterly clueless about everything) was how to clean and maintain the guns, so the powder and residue doesn’t clog the mechanism. But he feels the weight of the responsibility given to him with this position, and he would rather be overcautious than risk anything going wrong.

The slow, methodical task could almost bring a sense of, if not peace exactly, quiet and calm – if it weren’t for the way his skin crawls when he touches the weapons. It’s a kind of deep seated revulsion that has nothing to do with the rifles themselves and everything to do with the memories that stir inexorably when he looks at them, as unstoppable a reaction as shivering when the cold morning air first hits him.

The feel of the cool metal beneath his fingertips takes him straight back to an island of glass, to the sun glinting off the barrel of the gun as Ripley raises it, to the echoing, hollow cracks as it fires again and again, to the sight of a body falling prone on the ground and the sound of screams that Kynan feels reverberate through his bones and the feeling of despair, of wrongness, thick and heavy to point of being almost tangible in the air.

Guilt and shame, Kynan is finding, don’t fade the way hurt and anger begin to do with time, but strike fresh each time like finely honed blades.

He worries about what they’re cutting away.

All this goes through his mind every time he uses one of the rifles. So he hates them. But he agreed to train a rifle corps while Vox Machina are gone, and he intends to keep that promise. He knows what he owes Vax’ildan, who kept trying to save him when he didn’t deserve it, and he knows what he owes Percival, whose blood was at least partially on his hands, and he knows that these guns will help Whitestone’s defences, and Kynan refuses to let any of them down. So he will train the corps and he will sit and clean the guns afterwards, no matter how he feels.

All the rifles bar one are put away on a rack Percival designed for them, and Kynan has just picked that last one up and set it across his lap to begin cleaning it when he realises he’s not alone in the room any more.

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Requested by wyldfireheartfaerie

”…a scenario, like in the Iron Knight, where Ash grows old and dies, from Meghan’s POV…”

Note: I cried writing this. If you are not in the mood for crying today, don’t read this. Because you will cry, and I will not be held accountable for it, because I’ve already been held accountable by myself for writing this and I hate myself for it. So, you’ve been warned. 

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Never at night

Jason x reader

Part 2

You couldn’t breathe. The breeze of the night was caressing your skin, but none of that air was reaching your lungs.

You knew better than walking at night on Gotham, even with all those vigilantes, but after you got into a fight with your now ex-boyfriend, your head was too full to even think of that. Once you left his apartment, your mind was on getting as far away from there as you could.

You were only able to walk a few blocks until you felt yourself being dragged into an alley by someone with incredible force. The way they took you by the arm and dug its nails into your flesh made it clear you might be dead before escaping. They quickly held you into their arms before pinning your head to wall and banging it against it. The hit left you dizzy and soon enough you were on the ground, trying to crawl your way out  and away from them. You heard a hiss behind your back as they grabbeded you by the ankle and pulled you once more into the alley.

And now you were here, pinned to the floor and a man above you, grasping for air while a hand choked at your neck and the other keeping your arms from moving.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, I’m really sorry”, the man said, clearly distressed by what he was about to do. His red eyes full with sorrow and shame where looking at you with hunger.

Under the dim light you were barely able to discern some of his factions. He was handsome but not like a model, he was rougher, strong and toned, his hair was black with a white streak on the front, and his face, along with the eyes you are sure were once blue, looked fierce and powerful.

His hand loosened a bit, enough for you to breath again. “W-why are you doing this?” Tears running hot down your cheeks. “If you’re sorry, then why are you doing it?” You said now shouting.

“You want money? Take my wallet, I have money there, take my credit cards too, take everything! But please, just let me go.” You were sobbing now, you didn’t want to die, you still had so much to do to have you be found in some dumpster like this. You felt your body trembling with fear and the tears were now clouding your sight.

“It’s not money what I want.” He said with a growl, tightening his grip once again. “It’s just that I’m so thirsty, and you smell so good.” His hand turning your head to a side, leaving your neck exposed.

“I’m sorry.” That was the last thing he said before he dug into your neck and pain began to shoot trough your body. You wanted to scream, but his hand was already at your mouth. Your consciousness began to fade while he kept tearing your neck and nibbling on the blood coming out, your blood, that was now staining the floor and your clothes.

While you laid there, memories began to flash and a thought lingered your head. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you, you wanted to laugh at how it all made sense now. They always said the Batman and his partners had to be something inhuman, how they moved and how they seemed to appear out of nowhere wasn’t possible, at least not for a human.

But they didn’t kill, and that’s what kept people safe and away from that kind of thoughts but now, what was going on?

Before he started to feed from you, you were able to see a red helmet next to him, and now that he was closer, a red bat symbol was visible underneath his leather jacket. The Red Hood, it had to be, “the one who kills”. He was famous for killing every gangster, mob or anyone who landed on his list, no matter who or what got in his way.  

You never wanted to believe the rumors, you knew him from what others told you, from friends he’s saved and from how he’s respected in most part of the low Gotham. Stories of how he would save people from abusive relationships, of how he brought food to those who needed every time he could, of how he talked kids out of the streets, some say he was one once, the way he took women home safe at night. All stories of how good he was, but as you laid on the floor, the red on his chest told you it was him the one feeding on you.

Your heart was beginning to stop, and it was until then that he separated from you, his mouth dripping from your blood and his fangs still out. He whipped the blood with the side if his hand and took a deep breath, as if he did after a long time before looking at you again.

“I’m sorry it had to be you.” He said, caressing your cheek and looking at you with a soft gaze. Your sight was going black now and it was hard keeping your eyes open. You weren’t giving up, you where not going to die there, you tried pushing away the darkness but your body felt so heavy and your head was so fuzzy it was getting hard to even think.  

Between the darkness, you felt your body gently being placed against the wall and a soft kiss on your temple. For a moment you were able to open your eyes, only to see as he left you in that alley before you passed out. 

A/N: My first (longest) one of the Spoopy Fest!!! Hope you guys like it and thank you so much! @cait-writes-stuff @batlog @dove-among-bats(I hope you dont mind I tagg you here) @noobwing

Trust Me (Chanyeol Pt.1)

Part 2 | Part 3 

Type: Chanyeol x Reader ; Scenario (Fluff Fluff)

Words: 1348

Summary: Your best friend since childhood Chen invites you camping, leaving out your crush Chanyeol would be coming along. 

I do not own this GIF.

“Why would you not tell me Chen?!” I push him, making it clear I was pissed. He stumbles back a in a fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry okay? He decided to come last minute. It is not my fault you have such a huge crush on him!” He says a bit too loud for my liking. My eyes go wide and I shush him on the spot. What a loud mouth he is.

“Oh go ahead, tell the whole forest about the man I like!” I hiss, hitting him repeatedly on the shoulder. Little shit, he could have messaged me before he got to my house that Chanyeol was coming.

The car ride was so awkward for me. I had to sit on Chanyeol’s lap for the love of cake since there was no more room. It didn’t help that Chen kept looking at me from the corner of his eye with a smirk plastered on it. That just caused my cheeks to turn bright red and Chanyeol kept asking if I was okay.

“Stop it, if anything it will be you who will shout out the truth. I have kept this secret for 2 years! Why would I break it now?” He sasses me as he takes out all of our luggage from the trunk of the car. I make a face at him before leaving to check out the area we decided to stay at.

The campground was beautiful. We were high up in the mountains, away from all the city noise. The trees were tall and thin which happily brought in rays of sunshine through the branches, lighting up various parts of the grassy green ground. The air was fresh and seemed hypnotising with every breath you took. Peace was what consumed this place.

Little yellow and white flowers danced as the light wind blew them. I take out my phone and pull up the camera. I crouch down to the ground and get a close up of the pretty daisies.

“So pretty.” I awe as I quickly capture the small beautiful moment. A pair of big hands then pluck one of the cute little white daisies from the ground.

I look up and see a happy looking Chanyeol, smiling widely. I couldn’t help but let the blush on my face form.

“H-Hi.” I try to say, but my awkwardness of course ruins it. Did I really just stutter? Nice Y/N…nice.

Chanyeol then holds out his hand down to me. What? I stare at his hand confused, causing a chuckle to escape Chan’s lips.

“Come on get up. I want to do something.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me up from the ground. What is he going to do?

Chanyeol lets out a slight cough before signaling me to come closer with his hands. “But why-” I try to ask, but he pulls me to him. I let out a little scream from the sudden situation.

“This is why.” He explains, putting the delicate white flower into the right side of my hair. He takes back his hand a few seconds later examining my face.

“I thought it would, uh, look nice on you. It brings out your eyes…” He softly compliments me. A little streak of rose appears on his cheeks. I press my lips together for a quick second, not knowing what to say. If I try to say anything, I might just make it more awkward on my end.

“Hey Chanyeol! Come help me with this tent, yeah!?” Kyungsoo’s voice calls out for help from the main area we are going to be staying at for the night. Chanyeol turns his head before looking back at me.

“Well I better get going, you should try and see what Chen is up too. He might need some help with the food.” He recommends brightly before leaving to go help Kyungsoo, who seemed to be struggling with just one pole.

Making dinner for everybody with Chen was always something I did when I got the chance. It is one of my favorite things to do with him. His true self seems to come out a tad bit more. Today he seemed even more true.

“You seem happy.” Chen mentions as I turn the raw meat on the grill with ease. I don’t know what he means. What is he talking about? Chen points to the flower in my hair and I instantly knew what he was talking about.I hold my right hand up to my hair and try to hide the grin on my lips.

“I think he likes you.” He says wiggling his eyebrows. Not even!

“Chanyeol, liking me? No. Chen stop it before I start believing you.” I try to laugh off, but it was obvious how stoked I was. I could replay that moment forever.

“Y/N, just keep cooking okay. We don’t need another D.O incident.” He points out and I giggle at the thought of me actually ruining the meat. Everybody would be so mad at me. They would probably sacrifice me as a way to get more meat.

Dinner was all finished and I placed everything on the picnic bench. This was a lot of food for only 4 people. We practically had a buffet of choices. I wasn’t surprised though, when all the boys came to sit down the food seemed to disappear quickly.

“This is so good guys. The meat is delicious!” Chanyeol enthuses while stuffing more of it into his mouth. He is so messy. A little bit of sauce got onto the corner of his mouth and started to laugh. He looks so cute right now. I can barely contain the feels shooting through me.

“Oh Y/N made it. She is quite the cook.” Chen announces to the table and Kyungsoo complements me with his natural kind words. I then see the shocked face Chanyeol had and I looked around. Is there a bear or something?

“You made this! Wow, good job.Can you make this for me next time? Well, if you don’t mind.” Chanyeol gives me a toothy smile and I just nodded in agreement. Is my cooking that good? I barely know what I am doing when I cook half the time.

“Thanks.” I say, letting the favor sink into my heart.

I was done with my food and started looking around the set up a bit. I wonder where my tent is. I mentally count the tents and I nearly died.

“Um, Chen. Where is my tent?” My voice get higher from the worry pumping through my veins. Chen stops eating and looks at the campsite with me.

“Uh oh. I must have forgotten to take it out of the storage.” the food muffles his voice. An instant panic rushes through me. So am I sleeping on the cold ground tonight?!

“I can’t believe you forgot my tent Chen! You had one job!” I scold him and Chanyeol starts laughing at him. I hit Chen on the head and get up from my seat. If I didn’t move myself from the situation, his head will be propped up on a stick to be sacrificed to the tent God.

After I cooled down Chen comes up to me with a guilty smile.

“So, we figured out where you are going to sleep.” He says with his smile becoming more scared. What did this boy do?

“Okay tell me.” I wait patiently for the answer to be given. This has to be bad by the way he is looking at me.

“In Chanyeol’s tent! Yay!” He lamely cheers and my jaw drops to the floor. Is he serious?! Can I just jump into the fire and die?!

“No, no way Chen. You know I will make a fool out of myself!” I argue and Chen puts his hands on my shoulders. Here comes the lame plus to this.

“But guess what, you will have a whole side to yourself! Better than the small back of the car.” He explains and I was now mentally wishing I didn’t agree to this trip. Am I going to regret this?

a/n: I hope you liked this part. I am going to make this a 3 part scenario. Thank you for reading Lovely!

~Jeanne Xx.