i wonder if i was in coma

Tokyo Ghoul characters inner thoughts (as of 146)

Kaneki: I’m dead inside
Touka: I’m dead inside
TouKen Fetus: I’m dead inside
All of the Oggai: We’re dead
Hinami: *Still hopping on one leg*
Ayato: I don’t exist
Kurona: I also don’t exist
Yomo: Stop fucking stalking me Uta everyone’s dying
Uta: I enjoy teasing the fandom
Mutsuki: *Sizzling noises*
Shinsanpei: Help
Ui: Sorry for trying to cut off your head a minute ago
Hirako: I wonder how Shio and Rikai are doing
Furuta: I usually joke around but damn that thing’s disgusting
Yusa: This “Arima plot armour” really is something
Hanbee: *Fell into a vegetative coma*
Juuzou: Ah fuck not again
Keijin: Oh shit I was supposed to watch Aura
Mizurou: Don’t mind me I’m just fodder
Miyuki: And I’m comic relief
Urie: *Sees Dragon* GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK
Marude: We’re gonna need bigger guns
Matsuri: Urie-kun™
Hide: I could’ve prevented all of this, oh well *shrugs*

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I didn’t have much to do today so I made some voltron icons! Please like/reblog if you’re gonna use them, but you don’t need to credit me!

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I drew some Zora OC’s from @banishfics wonderful Sidlink fic Coma baby!! Please go and check it out, I love it to pieces!! //Estuu is my favourite// 

Here’s the link (no pun intended) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10493943/chapters/23150157

LANCE DESERVES RECOGNITION

I was rewatching the season 1 episode 6 and i just realized that no one said thank you to Lance for saving Coran… Not even Coran himself! All they said was that he’d be dead or a prisoner if it weren’t for them. I don’t even know if they found out Lance protected Coran from the blast!! It makes me sad that he didn’t get any recognition for what he did. They didn’t even praise Lance for when he came out of a “coma” and shot Sendak. No wonder Lance feels like the 7th wheel…

“What’s your type?”
I’ve never actually thought about it.
I fall in love with moments.
Phrases.
The way the light catches their eyes when they tell me their story.
Maybe that’s why they call me selfish.
My pansexuality must just be my greed.
I want to experience all forms of love.
No matter the gender or type….
I don’t know how to love just one type.
But if I had to find a common theme.
I think it would go like this.
With boys I’ve noticed this:
Their smiles. Soft and warm.
They don’t invite me in but instead project the love outward.
They’re quiet. I do most of the talking.
Without saying a word they can draw every story I have out of me.
Like a snake charmer, the soft uncommonly heard sound of their voice draws me in and their eyes full of wonder make me stay.
With girls it’s a little something like this:
Their laugh gets me.
The soft melody just causes my heart to burst.
My cheeks redden and I can’t think.
Girls are fiery. They rule the world and they know it.
Their hands could hold my future if they wanted to-
The softness of their palms could keep me safe for years.
Her song could lull me into a coma-like sleep filled with dreams of her smile.
Girls who love girls know just how to love me.
Speak softly but with purpose.
Whisper to me the sweet nothings I have been so afraid to tell you because I’m afraid you might not be thinking them too.
Hold me tightly with those hands.
Keep me safe in your laughter.
For those in between it’s simple-
I don’t have an actual real type: sporty, nerdy, bookish, poetic, or shy.
Any one of them would be fine by me.
As long as their words can capture me for hours; even if it’s just one phrase.
As long as their eyes can tell me the stories of their past because I’d love to listen.
As long as their ears are ready to listen to the miles and miles of stories I have to share with them.
I don’t think I have a type.
But if I had to pick,
I think my type would be someone like you.
—  Hey, You Asked What My Type Is;L.L.
Guys I need some help;

Has anyone read that fanfic where Steve is brainwashed by Hydra and while Tony is in a coma he spills all of Real-Steve’s secrets, admitting that he knows every thought Real-Steve had about Tony, including one about how ‘he loved you’ and ‘he admired you, even when you were fighting’ and I was just wondering who it was by becau-

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Dark Nights (Part 6)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: The reader is having a hard time coming to terms with how she’s reacting towards Dean and he’s not making it any easier…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Some fluff, some angst, some cliffhanger…


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  • Me: *is in a coma*
  • Nurse: I wonder how FOB became a band...
  • Me: *rises from bed*
  • Me: It’s summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do You wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store its not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green day and fuckin’ misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!” And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out! “We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts. Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful.” Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you! So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.” And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes
Sleep Deprived

Summary: You’re exhausted and really just need some sleep but Bucky is nothing but trouble.

Request/Prompt(s): -4,31,62,76,9 Preferably in that order?

4. “I’m too sober for this.”
31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”
62. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?
76. “Please put your penis away.”
9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, super mild smut I guess? maybe?

Word Count: 1910

Originally posted by iheartmbm

Exhaustion crept through every inch of your body, slowly dragging your thoughts into an irritable whirl. It had been a stressful few weeks, and coming off of a daunting double shift the only solace was the idea of a shower, bed, and cuddles. The idea of curling into Bucky’s warm body while you fell asleep was the only comfort to motivate your last few steps up to your apartment.

The second you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open that comforting feeling shrank to nothing, replaced by a heavy tension. You set your things down as the excited shout of several voices assaulted your ears. The boys were over, judging by the late hour, they were also up to no good.

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Emotions/Damon Salvatore Smut

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

“Damon I can’t do this! You’re obviously not over her. You never will be!” I shouted

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{PART 21: Final Chapter} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson)

Genre: (?)

No Summary.

This is the final chapter of this series.

If you would like to read my Authors Note, I have placed it at the end of the chapter. Now, on to the story ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 20} {Part 21: Final Chapter}

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Fix It

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu


Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,538
A/N: So I had the idea to do this earlier and…now I’m sad. I didn’t go into too much detail with this one, but bear with me for the beginning. Please leave requests and yeah…That’s really all I have to say. If you want to ‘enhance’ the experience, a song you can listen to while reading this is Surrender - IAMX and then also Easier - Mansionair. Enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of Suicide attempt
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Bold Italics = Friend’s mom
(Y/F/N) = Your Friend’s Name, (Y/F/LN) = Your Friend’s Last Name

 Your heart raced as you picked up your bag and dashed out of the classroom. Voices from behind called out your name, but the sound became faded as you neared to main doors. You were upset, beyond upset. (Y/F/N) had been emitted to the hospital earlier that day, and it broke you heart. They’ve been with you through everything, they were always there for you and you couldn’t stand to know that they were hurting. The newly brought pain pricked at you as you sprinted to the hospital, you decided it would take too long to drive, you needed to be with your friend now. The run was shorter than you had expected, but still you were out of breath. You burst through the glass doors of the building and leaned over to try and catch your breath. The people there turned to look at you, and a few even asked if you needed help, but you waved them off. Slowly you walked up to the front desk and asked for your friend. The lady, who was wearing a knee length white dress, eyed you before speaking. “Excuse me Ma'am, only family members are allowed to see Mrs. (Y/F/LN) at this time.” Your hands balled into fists and you shook your head, “Excuse me but-” “It’s okay, she’s with me.” (Y/F/N)’s mother put a hand on your shoulder while looking at the lady behind the desk. She politely smiled before motioning for me to follow her. You took this time to examine her, and it was obviously that she’d been crying. The stains from her tears left that part of her face a different color, she was still dressed in her work clothes but they looked wrinkled and sloppy. You both arrived at the elevator and stepped in. Mrs. (Y/F/LN) pushed the button that would take you guys to the appropriate floor and leaned back. It was quiet because you were the only two, and you didn’t know if you should ask about the situation or not. You’d spaced out looking at the floor, but was brought back into reality when the elevator ‘dinged.’ The doors opened, and Mrs. (Y/F/LN) exited first with you following close behind. She stopped at a room with the number 537 printed next to the door. It was odd, she didn’t move to go inside, but rather just stood there. It seemed that she’d drifted into thought, and you’d really felt bad for her. You could see that she was learning how to cope with it all, and you knew it wasn’t easy. The sound of the doorknob twisting was brought to your attention, and the doctor stepped out. He kindly smiled, moving around to get to where he needed to be. Your throat became dry as you stepped into the bright, white room. (Y/F/N) was lying in the bed, with a mask over their face. Their eyes were closed and it looked to be that they were sleeping. But everything was so real, you could see the hint of pain written all over them. You sat down in the seat next to the bed and grabbed your friend’s hand. The mother walked back in and quietly sat next to you. “I guess I never told you why (he/she) is here.” She looked drained, and you thought it was weird what grief could do to you in a short amount of time. “It was a suicide attempt, overdose to be exact, (Y/F/N)’s in a coma and the doctors don’t know if (he/she) will make it.” You wondered if she could hear you heart break, because to you it was loud. You were blaming yourself for everything, and you thought that maybe (Y/F/N) had accused you of not caring before attempting to take their life. The tears rolled down your smooth cheek, but it was silent. It was the type of agony that was hushed, the type of agony that didn’t show exactly what you were feeling. Because in reality you wanted to bawl, and not in silence. You wanted to scream, and show everyone that you were hurting. The ringer on your phone went off, and you stepped outside to take the call. It was your boyfriend Jeff Atkins. You were debating on whether or not to tell him what happened but you knew, at the end of the day, that you’d need him. “Hello?” Your breath was shaky as you answered the phone. “Hey, what happened to you?! You just left, is something wrong?!” Jeff was practically yelling and you moved the phone away from your ear until he finished speaking. “I’m at the hospital, can you…I need-please?” You had tried forming a proper sentence but your voice was failing you. “I’m on my way okay?” You didn’t answer but dropped your arm to the side of your body. Turning, you walked to the end of the hall to take the elevator down to the first floor. Upon reaching the ground floor, you walked into the waiting room and sat in one of the cushioned blue chairs. You leaned your head against the wall, waiting for Jeff to arrive. It took him about thirty minutes to get there, and when he walked through the door you saw he was carrying two bags. “What’d you buy?” Taking the seat next to you, he pulled out some small baggies with sandwiches in them. “I thought you’d be hungry.” You took one of the bags as he handed you a bottle of water. Instead of digging in, you put your head on his shoulder. Jeff then pulled out a notepad and a black pen, handing it over to you. “I didn’t think you’d want to talk about it, so I thought maybe you’d write about it.” Setting the food aside, you took the materials and set them in your lap. “My friend tried to overdose,” “(Y/N) you don’t have to-” “And I blame myself, for everything.” As much as you tried to blink away your tears, it didn’t work. They were stronger then last time, you were crying. Jeff pulled you into his lap, and rubbed your back. You buried your face into his neck and continued to cry. When your wails had died down you started again, “I could’ve saved (him/her), but I wasn’t there enough. I didn’t listen enough, I…I didn’t care enough.” “Stop, stop…you can’t blame yourself for something like this.” You could hear that he was crying too, “I hate seeing you like this. It’s a terrible thing, yes, but you can’t do anything about it. Maybe we’ll never know why they did what they did but you shouldn’t blame yourself for it.” “I messed up…” “You’re only human (Y/N).” You stayed silent for a while, in the comfort of your boyfriend’s lap. You’d become tired from the amount of crying earlier and fell asleep.
   You woke up and it felt like you had only been asleep for a few minutes. Your eyes were red, and stung a bit. Jeff was already up and kissed your temple, “Morning beautiful.” You chuckled, knowing you looked like mess but that was Jeff, a complete sweetheart. You got up to stretch and decided that you’d go upstairs to check on your friend again. “You coming?” You asked. He got up and followed you to the elevator. When you reached the floor, multiple doctors and nurses kept running out of the same room. Mrs. (Y/F/LN) came out with her hands covering her face and walked towards you grabbing your hand. “You’ve been a good friend, but I think you should go now honey.” “What’s going on, is (Y/F/N) okay? What’s happen-” “Just please…you should go.” You’d guess that Jeff go the message because he pulled you back to leave. You weren’t slow, you had an idea of what happened but you didn’t want to believe it. “Your mother has been blowing up your phone, I should get you home.” Jeff had carried you to the car and put your seatbelt on for you. You didn’t really move around because you felt dead inside without your best friend. His hand found you thigh, and rubbed it in a comforting motion, “It’s okay babe, you’re gonna be okay.”
   Soon you had arrived home, greeted by your mother yelling out at you. You left Jeff downstairs to explain what had happened, and walked up to your bedroom. Not bothering to change clothes, you laid down on your back looking up at the ceiling. Jeff walked in not too long after and crawled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. Your hands instantly started playing with his hair, and for a minute you forgot just exactly what you were dealing with. “I know you’ve tried your best, and I know you’re hurting but…you shouldn’t beat yourself up. I know your heart is broken but I can fix it.” “Hold me.” You sounded desperate and you were. He rolled over to your side before putting his arms around you. “Get some sleep, it’s been a rough day.” Jeff left a few kisses on your neck and closed his eyes. But what he didn’t know as he drifted to sleep was that you weren’t nearly as broken anymore.

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Hey guys!! How are u beauties? 😘so I was wondering if u guys would maybe want a imagine? Imma TRY to start doing them and I’ll write anything,basically annndddd I can also do texts. Like fake texts,with celebrities. I just need the name of the person,first and last of famous,and the theme(fluff,ect) and basically anything u guys want in it. So yea!

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Number 5 trimberly?

“I don’t wanna get up…you’re comfy.”


Trini whines loudly as she trudges into the bedroom, and Kimberly barely lifts her gaze from their Biology homework as she listens to her girlfriend mumble curses under her breath. For a moment, she is blissfully distracted with their latest assignment before her work is disturbed as Trini suddenly flings herself onto the mattress and scoots so she can press her face into her pillow.

“Are you okay?” Kimberly chuckles.

Trini moans into the pillow, “I think I ate too many Gushers.”

“Poor baby.” Kimberly coos.

Trini huffs as she shifts on the bed and nudges herself against Kimberly until the she lifts her arm and her girlfriend is quick to scramble into her lap. With a small smile, Kimberly looks down at Trini and wonders what the boys would think if they could see Trini now; their little yellow spitfire always puts on such a display of being a hardcore badass, but Kimberly knows she is really just a cuddle monster.

“You are the only person I know in this entire world who could eat an entire box of Gushers in one sitting.” Kimberly giggles as she glances down at Trini. “I think it’s safe to say you and Gushers are a bad mix, baby.”

“But they’re so good.” Trini hums as she shifts and crinkles Kimberly’s homework. “I’m ready to fall into a food coma…”

“Trin, we have homework.” Kimberly sighs. “Come on, get up.”

“I don’t wanna get up,” Trini grumbles as she scoots closer to Kimberly. “I’m comfy.”

“Trini.”

“Just a little power nap?” Trini pleads as she lifts her head and pouts her lower lip, and a smirk replaces the expression as soon as she sees Kimberly subtly melt. “I promise we’ll finish it when we wake up.”

“You don’t play fair with that pout.” Kimberly sighs.

Trini shrugs as she begins to kick their textbooks off the bed, “You love it. And me.”

“That I do.” Kimberly chuckles as she gently pushes Trini off her before she falls back on the bed and opens her arms, a small yawn leaves her as soon as her girlfriend is pressed against her side. “Maybe a nap is a good idea.”

“Of course it is. I’m full of good ideas.” Trini teases. “I love you.”

Kimberly presses a kiss to the top of her head and smiles, “I love you more.”

Trainee // Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Recently turned Twenty-year old Reader had casted waves in the Federal Government recently. Graduated training on time before working hard to become part of the best behavioural analysis team. As a new SS Agent Reader teaches a lecture to the new agents on how hard work can help.

Characters: Reader x Stiles Stilinski, Spencer Reid, JJ Jareau, Garcia (mentioned), Aaron Hotchner, and McCall Pack members.

Words: 4084

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Criminal minds. Nor do I own any gifs, images, jokes or songs that may appear. I do own the plot and characterization of the Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, angst, break ups, and fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This has been in the back of my mind since I saw Stiles going up the stairs to his course. I’m unbelievably proud of him and the accomplishments.

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Originally posted by dazedobrien

Smoothing down the black pant suit you held tight to the tablet supplied by the BAU as your feet softly landed on the ground. Hotch had asked if you could given a lecture on becoming an agent on choosing the BAU. In the end if was Section Chief Cruz that brought the idea up. That’s why you were walking into the room filled with an atmosphere of anxiety and smell of sweaty teenagers.

“She’s so put together.” A voice whispered as you walked up to the front where the class leader was.

“Why is she so dressed up? It’s the first day. Overachiever.”

The room was the typical type of trainees that were a mix of serious learners and the ones in it just to have the title of an FBI agent. There’s was one person in the room you took the most serious and that was the boy in the second row with at least five pencils, a water bottle, and he was hanging on the instructors every word.

“Y/N thank you for joining us.” John said shaking your hand.

“Anything for the trainees.” You smiled back before turning to the class, “I’m Supervisory Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N with the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I’ve been asked to come talk to the class for a few days on my how I came to be a member of the BAU at my age.”

“How old are you?” The second row boy asked leaning forward curiously.

“I’m the youngest BAU agent at twenty years old.” You smiled at him, “What’s your name?”

“Stiles Stilinski.” He replied, “What do you do as a member of the BAU.”

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Ice Queen and Cake - Jason Todd Imagine

Woo! Lord its been a while, I apologize for that! 

This imagine was requested here.

I hope everyone enjoys! 

~Mod Jaybird 

Warnings: Slight swearing

Word Count: 1,808 (Boy howdy is this a long one)


“Y/N! Come on babe we’re gunna be late! Bruce’s cake won’t make itself and Alfred’s already texted twice!”

“Gotcha,” you mumble as you extinguish a small flame from your hand, and climb out of the lower cupboard where you keep all of your baking supplies. “I’m coming don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You walk down the hallway from the kitchen and stop by the door to grab your jacket.

“What were you doing in there anyway? Sounded like an avalanche at one point,” Jason said as he held the front door open.

“My offset spatula fell out of my decorating bag and into the black depths of the cupboard,” You say as you walk through the threshold. “I had to go on a lifesaving mission.”

“Well it looks like it was successful.”

“Indeed!”

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You head through the garage door and into the kitchen of Wayne Manor, stopping to place your decorating bag on the table and shed your coat.

“Miss Y/N, Master Jason. Glad to see you could join us!”

“The Chef does not enjoy the sass coming from her sous, Pennyworth, but I think I can forgive you,” you say as you pull your hair into a ponytail while walking over to give him a playful kiss on the cheek. “Jason, I love you, but get out of my kitchen, I have a masterpiece in the making.”

“Yes, Chef!” He said with a mock salute and a laugh. “I’ll go see what everyone else is up to.”

“All right Al, this double chocolate, Oreo truffle cake isn’t going to make itself. You start with the Oreos and I’ll start on the batter.”

“Oui, Chef,” the butler says with a smile.

You shake your head and sigh in response.

After a while of prepping and chatting with Alfred, Damian walks through the door.

“Hey Dami, whatcha up to?”

“Hello, Y/N. Todd and Drake are being insufferable so I decided to take a break up here, if it’s no bother to you.”  

“Go right ahead. You’re no bother to me and Alfred.”

The timer for the oven dings, and without a thought you reach in and take the pans straight from the oven.

“Y/N, did you just take those from the oven without mitts?”

You have a moment of enteral panic. Damn Y/N you really should be more careful with your powers around here.  “What? Uh…yeah I did, it’s not really I problem, I’ve burned myself so much over the past few years, it’s kind of like I’m immune,” you say with a chuckle, hopefully passing off the lie.

Damian gives you a look but lets the comment slide.

What you fail to notice is that he’s now watching you subtly from behind his book.

You come back to the cakes and slowly place your hand over the top of each one, using your powers to cool them down at a faster rate. The temperature of the air around you has gotten a bit chilly as a result of using your power so your breath comes out as a puff of fog. You glance quickly over to Damian to see if he noticed anything. He looks to be still engrossed in his book, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hey Alfred do we have anymore sugar? I need just a touch more of the ganache.”

“Try the pantry Miss Y/N”

You head into the small room and begin to look around. While you’re doing this Damian raises from his seat and quickly makes his way to the cakes. His eye goes wide when he feels that they are completely cool even though they came out of the oven moments ago.  

You make your way out of the pantry as he begins to sit back down. You notice the look on his face, as if wheels are turning in his mind, you guess he must have read something intriguing in his book.

You head back to the counter to begin the final steps of the cake, being careful to not use any more of your powers during the process.

The cake was finally finished as you placed the last truffle on top. You take a step back and look at the masterpiece.

“Done,” you say wiping your hands on a dish rag.

“It looks fabulous Miss Y/N, I shall gather the troops into the living room and we’ll begin the celebration.”

“Okey dokey Al. I’ll start bringing everything in.”

You grab the plates, stick them under your arm and grab the cake stand. Right after you set everything down on the table, the boys enter the living room from wherever they were.

“Wow, Y/N, that looks amazing!” Dick said with a whistle.

“Thanks Dick! It was an idea I got from a friend with a few tweaks. It’s Bruce’s favorite, my double chocolate cake recipe filled with chocolate cookies and cream buttercream, covered in a chocolate ganache and decorated with cookies and cream buttercream florets and Oreo Truffles.”

“In other words…heart attack and clogged arteries with a side of diabetic coma,” Tim said with a smirk.

“Yupp,” you replied, popping the p at the end.

“It’s a special occasion,” Bruce said. “So a little sugar won’t hurt. Thank you, Y/N” He walked over and gave you a side hug with a thank you kiss to the temple. “I’m sure it’s wonderful as always.”

“Well. I think we should cut into this sucker. I want cake.”

“Hold your horses, Jay,” you said with a huff. You reach down to pass out the plates and realize that something was missing.

“Darn it, I forgot the forks. I’ll be right back.”

You head into the kitchen and grab the stack along with some napkins.

As you head out the door something feels off in the air around you, and then you place it. You feel the batarang make waves through the air as it soars toward your head. Instantly the cutlery in your hands falls to the floor and your instincts take over before you can stop them. A wall of ice erupts from your hands extending out in front of you successfully trapping the batarang a few inches from your face as well as the boy that launched the projectile at you.  

After a second you recover from what happened. “Well. Shit,” you sigh and head toward Damian. You stop about a foot away from his body. You take a breath and place your hands on the wall. As you begin to focus you can feel the heat starting to radiate out from your hands. The giant ice wall melts into a puddle that spans the ballroom.

You blow the patio doors open with a small push of your hands, and then begin to heat up the room so the water would turn to steam. As the last bits of fog dissipate through the door, you sigh and bend down to pick up the forks from the floor. When you come back up, you’re met with six stunned faces.

Jason is the first one to snap out of the stupefied gaze. “What in the ever-living hell was that, Y/N?” You could tell that he was getting slightly angry because his voice went a squeaky towards the end of his sentence.

“Um…. if you will hear me out for like five minutes this would be explained a lot better downstairs,” you say a nervous smile plastered on you face.

Bruce is the first one to speak, for some reason you feel like he already knows the story you’re about to tell. “By all means, then, Y/N. Lead the way.”

***

Once you reach the Batcomputer, you turn to face the boys and are met with another glaring silence. Those should really stop happening.

The chair turns and you start pulling up everything about your past life.

“The Elementalist? I remember her,” Dick said as he leaned against the chair. “Pretty sure she’s my age and worked with The Flash for a good chunk of time. She declined the invitation to join the Titans and the League, and then kinda fell off the grid.”

You sigh. “I didn’t fall off the grid, I left. I couldn’t take the life anymore, Barry started to get reckless and I knew nothing good would come of it. I wanted to start over. I left my day job as a geologist at STAR Labs and my night job as The Elementalist. I packed up, moved to Gotham, and went to pastry school. I always loved baking as a kid, so I tried it out.”

You get up out of the chair to look all the boys in the eye.

“Six months after I graduated I met Jason, six months after that I opened the bakery, and six months after than I found out about all this when he came through my window bleeding out at 3 in the morning. You guys are like my family, along with everyone in Central City. Just because I chose not to tell you about this doesn’t mean I lied about anything else.”

No one could meet your eyes after you finished speaking.

“Well…I’ll take that as a not so great sign. I’ll just be going, then. You don’t have to worry about anything. The secret is safe with me. Bye, guys.”

You turn and head to the stairs. Your foot lands on the bottom step when you feel a pressure on your wrist. You turn and almost slam you face into Jason’s. His hands move to grasp your face.

“I’m not going to lie, this is pretty crazy. And I’m only slightly-no-so-angry that you didn’t say anything, but that doesn’t mean I want you to leave. You’re my girlfriend and I love you whether you’re a Meta or not.”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Yeah, Y/N. You’re awesome and we don’t want you to leave either. You the next best computer person, besides me, of course,” Tim said with a chuckle. “I think its pretty cool that you can control all of the elements, it’s like Avatar, in real life!”

“I knew you were a cougar!” Dick said slapping you on the back as he walks up the stairs. “Let go eat some cake!”

The rest of the crew filed up the stairs, but Damian trailed behind. Jason gave you a look, and you motioned for him to head up the stairs.

After a few seconds the young boy spoke. “I apologize for acting odd to you today, Y/N. I just couldn’t shake a hunch that you were hiding something. I should have just asked instead of throwing projectiles.”

“You really should have, Dami. I would have had no problems telling you outright. But your apology is accepted. Let’s go eat some cake.”

“Very well,” he said as he began up the stairs. “I would like to request, if at all possible, that you not freeze me anymore. It was an uncomfortable experience.” 

You chuckle and rough up his hair as you pass by. “Only if you deserve it.”