stuffed into the fridge

Manners (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Description: Jimin is your best friend’s roommate, and to say you get on each other’s nerves would be an understatement. Jimin decides it is his mission to teach you some ‘manners’.

This fic includes: Explicit smut, ‘good girl’ term, dominance games, hate love type dynamic, light spanking, ‘teaching of manners’ lmfaoo

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x You (ft Yoongi and Taehyung)

Word count: 4.5k

You lazily played a game on Yoongi’s phone, your eyes peering up every now and then to look at the TV screen, displaying a movie utterly boring to you. You let out an unintentional sigh; you were considering getting up to scour for food.

“Why are you here if you’re so bored?” Jimin asked from the other side of Yoongi, whose lap your head lay upon. You sat up to match Jimin’s glare.

“Jimin.” You heard Yoongi scold under his breath. Deciding not to waste your energy, you ignored Jimin and got up to search through their fridge. Yoongi thought you couldn’t hear him once you were in the kitchen, and you barely could, but his low and deep voice rung through the practically silent dorm “I’m so sick of you being such a dick to Y/N. Go say sorry.”

“What?” Jimin laughed. “I’m not a child.”

“Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice was so stern you got goose bumps.

“Whatever.” Jimin mumbled, his light footsteps approaching the kitchen. You quickly stuffed your head in the fridge, acting like you were very busy. When you looked up, closing the fridge door with a muffin in your hand, Jimin is leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and a subtle frown on his face. 


“I’m glad you’re making yourself at home.” Jimin says, his eyes pointing at the treat in your hands. You smile tauntingly, not breaking eye contact as you take an excessively big bite.

“Thanks.” You mumble through your full mouth.

“Gosh, did no one ever teach you manners?” He asks with a serious expression.

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based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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Dad’s best friend // FP Jones

@Fuckkoffcourtney: Could you write an FP Jones imagine where the reader is Archie’s older sister (like out of college, 25 years old at least so it’s not weird) and her and FP have this secret thing going on bc if Fred finds out, hell would break loose and maybe Archie or Jughead walk in on them being cute af and instead of being mad, they’re just kinda like “I KNEW IT” and it’s just amazingly adorable??? Thank you so much!!!

Warnings: cussing (i think it’s legit the word slut lmao)

Word Count: 1,356

Characters: FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Pop Tate.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s been a while since my last imagine, but I’ve been job hunting lately. I’ll be posting more for you soon. I love you x


Ever since moving back to Riverdale, only one person had occupied your thoughts.

FP Jones.

You weren’t really the one to go around dating everyone (very different to your brother, who in your opinion was a slut), but when you did have relationships, they usually lasted a good year or two. But this relationship that you had been building with your dad’s best friend and brother’s best friend’s dad, it was a bit complicated.

Like, if Fred found out, you and FP would both probably have the same fate as Jason.

“Can you two shut up?!” You groaned, opening Archie’s bedroom door, looking at the two boys sitting on the ground, playing the old Nintendo 64 (which was yours, but he had taken it from your room, obviously). “Jughead, what do you want for-“

“A burger and fries please.” He didn’t even look at you, making you roll your eyes at the younger boy’s obsession with Pop’s burgers. “Archie?” You asked, leaning against the door frame and raising an eyebrow at your ginger brother. “Same as Jughead, please.” He didn’t even look up at you, his fingers pounding away at the buttons.

You groaned once again, turning around to go to your bedroom. “And try not to break my controllers!” You called out, shutting your door and picking up your phone, dialling Pop’s number (which everyone in Riverdale surely must know off by heart) and placing the order. Once you slid your white Converse on, you rolled your jeans up and shrugged on a jacket and fixed your hair. You had gotten the darker locks from your father, unlike Archie, who got the ginger locks from your mother, whereas, you both had the same eyes, long lashes and pale complexion.

Tucking your phone into your pocket, you left your room and bounded down the stairs, holding onto the railing. “Hey there Vegas!” You grinned, kneeling down in the foyer of the house to pet the Golden Retriever who was obediently sitting at your feet. “I’ll take you for a walk later on, alright?” You smiled, kissing the Retriever’s head and walking into the kitchen. “Dad, I need money to pick up dinner. I’ve ordered yours and I’m about to go- Oh, hello, Mr Jones.” You stopped rambling as you saw the older male (other than your dad) in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a beer.

“(Y/N).” FP nodded, letting his eyes rake up and down your body. “Remember. It’s FP or you don’t say anything at all.” He laughed, looking at your dad. You giggled a little, keeping your eyes on him, but snapping from the little daydream as your dad handed you money.

“I’ll be back in about 20 minutes.” You nodded, grabbing your bag, which hung on the hook, and taking the keys to the house. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your dad had moved out of your sight, so you looked FP in the eyes and bit your lip, giving him a sly wink and leaving the house.


“Hello, Pop!” You greeted as you walked into the diner, seeing the man that you had grew up around. He would always give you free onion rings or a free milkshake everytime your 5 year old self would walk into the diner, chubby cheeks and hair in two pigtails.

“(Y/N)! How was college, love? You’ve grown up so much!” He greeted, shuffling out from behind the counter and wrapping his arms around you. Pop gave the best hugs, and it just made you feel like nothing was wrong in the world.

“I passed with a master’s in Psychology, so that was fun, but other than that, I didn’t really do too much. I was mostly studying or travelling from New York to Riverdale.” You took a seat on the stool, biting your lip. “But now that I’m finished, I’m going to go job hunting. I hope I can find somewhere in Riverdale, or Greendale, but if not, I’ll have to move elsewhere, and I really don’t want to do that.” You tightened your ponytail.

“Love, I think you’d do amazing out in the Psych field, but if you need some quick cash, come work in the diner for a bit. You could do night shifts for me.” He laughed, sliding a strawberry milkshake in front of you. “I’ll go finish up your order.” Pop went out the back, but not before smiling at you when you called out a ‘thank you’.


“Hey! The onion rings are mine!” You shouted as Jughead tried to take the packet of onion rings. “I got you a burger and fries, so get away from my food!” You slapped his hand, sitting at the breakfast counter and huffing as you set your onion rings and burger in front of you. “That goes for you too, Archie.” You raised an eyebrow at your little brother, who was obviously trying to take the onion rings from you.

“I swear, you still act like you’re sixteen again and complaining when Archie threw up everywhere,” Fred laughed, making you look up at him with a raised brow. You shook your head, placing the food back in the paper bag and stuffing it in the fridge when you felt your phone buzz.

“I’ll be back later. I need to go deal with something.” You shrugged your jacket on again and left the house, making your way towards the side of town most people avoided.


“FP?” You said softly as you opened the trailer door, gently closing it behind you. “Iyou’re your text.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, hearing the shower running. You shook your head and made yourself comfortable on his sofa and put on a cooking show, focusing your eyes on the screen in front of you.

“Thought I heard you come in.” You looked up, seeing a dripping wet FP with a towel wrapped around his hips. You smiled, standing up and walking over to him. “You put on quite the façade with your father, don’t you?” He grinned, leaning down as you put your hand on his jawline, pecking his lips gently. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said softly, grinning as you pushed him towards his bedroom. “Now go get dressed. I’ll be on the couch.”

You sat down on the couch, watching FP disappear into his room. You could hear things moving around and a small thud, which must have either been the towel dropping on the ground or a pair of jeans falling from his grasp.

“Better?” FP’s voice travelled through the trailer as he walked out of his room, clad in sweat pants and a flannel. You nodded and held up the blanket, patting the sofa. “Come sit,” you had said sweetly, watching the older male make his way towards you. “I didn’t know if you wanted to watch a movie or anything, but I’ll let you pick.” You smiled, making yourself comfortable with your legs outstretched on FP’s lap.


“I KNEW IT!” You shot up, bumping your forehead against FP’s as you were awoken by another male voice, making your eyes wide. “Aren’t they adorable, Archie?” You saw a brunette and red head, rolling your eyes. FP groaned and looked at the two teenage boys who were standing at the door.

“I mean, yeah it is. But you two might wanna be a bit more careful and not leave the front door unlocked. Because if dad had walked in instead of us two, which almost happened, until we persuaded him to take a nap, you two would probably have ended up dead.” Archie swallowed, looking at the two of you, a small smile on his lips. “We’ve gotta go anyway, Jughead just came to pick up his stuff.”

“Have fun, you two. But not too much fun,” Beanie Boy winked, making you blush as you watched them leave. Jughead locked the door, smirking at the both of you and closing the door.

“Well, that went well.” FP laughed, leaning in to kiss you gently.

“Better than well,” you smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Much better.”

me: yeah I have a problem expressing my emotions

ppl: oh gosh, who in your family made you think you weren’t allowed to let your emotions show??

me, stuffing all my feelings into a Ziploc bag in my fridge: myself

Honestly original Death Note was misogynistic in the traditional, Victorian way of portraying women as essentially good, but also dumb and weak while the Netflix version is misogynistic in the Greek way of saying women are intelligent, but are also evil seductresses so honestly it kinda comes out to a wash on that issue for me

anonymous asked:

I'm gonna ask it...RFA+Saeran finding out GASP that MC hadn't eaten all day. It's for no particular reason. She was just alone all day and got herself distracted so she forgot (lol I'm guilty of this sometimes). Haha. Thanks! I love your imagines so far:)

so basically, if RFA+Saeran were real people in my life? lollll :’) 


  • Chef Yoosung is sad and disappointed
  • And he is absolutely determined to give you a love for food
  • He starts looking through tons of online recipes even after you reassure him it was an accident
  • “Yoosung I just forgot to eat I’m fine”
  • “No! I’ll find something that you’ll love so much that you’ll look forward to eating!!”
  • He puts on his kimchi-making apron and makes you watch him cook
  • He’s a good teacher though, and teaches you how to put things in your ramen for a fast but interesting meal
  • “You really like my mom’s panchan, right? I’ll ask her how to make it so I can make it for you”
  • What a sweet boy


  • She’s worried about your health but she really isn’t one to talk 
  • “I thought you took your lunch break, MC”
  • “Oh. I did but I got kinda distracted.”
  • “MC…”
  • i’m not mad. i’m just disappointed.
  • She starts making it a point to eat her meals with you, whether that be at home or at the cafe or just takeout
  • seriously, mc how did you manage this. you co-own a CAFE for god’s sake


  • Jumin comes home late, as he is oft to do
  • Idle talk is usually part of your evening, especially on nights like this when dinner is long past
  • He talks about his day, and he asks you:
  • “What did you have for dinner?”
  • You’re about to answer, but after thinking about it you realize that you completely skipped dinner
  • and lunch… and breakfast too…
  • He wastes no time in calling up the chef, waking him up and promising to recompense whatever amount was necessary
  • He also asks Assistant Kang to book a nutritionist for you, despite your protests


  • He is only mildly concerned, as he is prone to skipping meals himself
  • Although his are more due to business/necessity
  • And he hates seeing you do it since you mean much more to him than he does to himself
  • He offers you Honey Buddha Chips and Dr. Pepper, since it’s the only food he really has
  • But the next day, the fridge is stuffed with sandwiches that he made himself
  • Any kind of sandwich you could possibly imagine
  • You’re grateful for the gesture but you bring him some sandwiches to make sure he eats too ~~


  • It’s late evening when you realize you’re hungry
  • Zen is shocked and worried when you both realize you haven’t eaten anything
  • “Oh no MC I’ve been a bad influence on you”
  • He panics further when he finds that his fridge only has beer and water
  • He brings back some bboongobbang from the truck outside and won’t stop worrying over you
  • “Is everything okay? Are you having… body issues?”
  • You laugh, which doesn’t ease his concern
  • “MC, you know you look perfect just the way you are, right?”
  • “Zen, I’m fine. I just forget to eat sometimes if I’m all alone here.”
  • He looks like his heart breaks even more, if possible
  • “You’re lonely here??”
  • He calls his director and calls in sick for the next day
  • And he goes grocery shopping and takes you on the best dinner date you’ve ever had


  • He’s definitely concerned when he realizes you haven’t eaten anything all day
  • But we all know this tsundere motherfucker shows love in enigmatic ways
  • He starts making little bento-style meals for you
  • And leaves post-its on cabinets or on the bathroom mirror reminding you to eat
  • He knows that you’re just forgetful
  • But he also gets so frustrated 
  • “It’s the easiest thing! Just… sustain yourself!!”
  • … He shouts to his pillow, and never ever to your face

There’s a lot that gets me about the love story in FFXV and how it relates to the characters, or rather, what gets me about the characterization and how it relates to the love story, but it’s going to be a long read.

TL;DR the characterization tried to lift tropes from previous Final Fantasies ( particularly VII and X ) but XV’s version just seems like a hollow echo that takes the tropes on the surface without actually figuring out why they worked for the characters and their plot, instead banking on telling us that everything is supposed to work out and be coherent and letting nostalgia pull some weight. It also didn’t help that any use of those tropes was completely shot to pieces by the story being a forced tragedy requiring ( in my opinion, unnecessary ) character deaths to be “touching” ( read: edgy ) and playing that tragedy straight instead of subverting it, exposing the writing as having a juvenile lack of vision.

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Because fridging women is inherently misogynistic. It’s fundamentally objectifying because, like sexual objectification, it reduces women to mere flesh which exists solely for men’s reactions. Moreover, killing women off-screen to set up for a shocking reveal erases them, as people with agency, from their own deaths. And adding insult to injury, it’s just plain lazy and trite.

No more misogyny. No more bad writing. No more women in refrigerators!

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 12

Two chapters in two weeks! @outlandishchridhe and I are rather proud of ourselves, honestly. And, because this chapter is INCREDIBLY long (13 pages on our Google doc [a new record!]) I’m putting it after a break. If it won’t load for you, you can read the full chapter over on my AO3 account HERE

I have to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful mum @thatwetwomaybeoneagain who kindly requested we put in a bit of canon dialogue. So we did, and I hope you enjoy it mum!

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 6

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When You Take the Mask Off (Part 1)

Series Summary: Fank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Alright, this series is going to be under the tags “when you take the mask off” and “wyttmo series”.  Also, this series will have a separate tag list, feel free to message me if you want to be tagged!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1185

Summary: The Saturday morning rules are broken, but (Y/N) doesn’t mind.

Warnings: one-night-stands, implied sex (no actual smut), little bit of awkwardness (this fic will be a bit more crass than what I normally write, just a heads up)

(GIF not mine)

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Cliché Love Song - Part 1

Parring: Dean Wincheser X Reader

Word: 712

Warnings: No

Summary: Dean wants to impress his parents and his brother who has everything, and makes his friend pretend to be his girlfriend. It’s all fun, until Dean starts to falls in love with you

A/N: This is mostly introduction. I will do a Jefferson serie, i just wanted to do this now, but don’t worry, you don’t have to wait for this to finish. Tell me what you thought!


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anonymous asked:

Could you da a prompt that involves Nico painting his nais?? Please???

Anon 2: A prompt that includes trans-Nico being on his period and Will being suuuuuuuper sweet about it!!!!!!!!! like staying home to cuddle with him or rushing to by pads and chocolate in the middle of the night

Will gently dropped his load of bags from his two a.m. grocery store adventure. He quickly unloaded the chocolate and lemonade into their small fridge, stuffing the plastic bags in the corner for later. He set the most important box from his journey on the counter, where Nico would definitely see it when he got up to go to the bathroom next.

He opened the door to Nico’s room as quietly as he could, though it still creaked when he shut it behind him, alerting his boyfriend of his presence. Nico’s eyes peeled open slowly as he groaned, sitting up. He took in Will’s shoes and frowned, glancing up at Will’s face in confusion. “Did you seriously go to the grocery store at two in the morning?”

Will slipped his shoes off, pressing a hand to the hot water bottle on Nico’s hips to feel if it was still hot. He was going to need to refill it soon. Holding up his phone for Nico to see before plugging it into the charger he kept in Nico’s room for this reason, he responded, “I just saw your text. I had a six to nine class but we blew the experiment and had to redo it. I ran to the grocery store as fast as I could.”

Nico frowned again, scooting over to make room for Will to sit on the bed next to him. “I only texted you for cuddling. I didn’t text you about going to the grocery store.” Will kissed Nico’s forehead gently, reviling in the warmth of his skin. He made a mental note to give Nico something for his pain tomorrow morning, but for now he just sat back. Periods were never nice to Nico, riddling him with cramps that kept him from moving and sometimes even nausea that led to him spending hours in the bathroom. Ever since Will had become friends with Nico, he had been sure to spend as much time with him as possible while he was on his period to try and help make it more bearable.

“Hazel told me you were out of chocolate and lemonade and that you were running low on pads, so I went to CVS and got you some more, because I’m the world’s best boyfriend.” He grinned confidently, watching Nico slowly process everything. That was okay, it was two in the morning, after all. “Now, is there anything else I can get you? I don’t have class until two in the afternoon tomorrow and I know you don’t have any, so I don’t mind staying up.”

In truth, Will was exhausted from his lab and going to the drug store for Nico, but he would never say that. He would happily run to the store anytime Nico needed him too. Will watched his boyfriend turn sheepish as he sat up, glancing over Will’s shoulder at something that was sitting on his desk.

“Actually,” Nico began, running a hand through his hair. (It didn’t work very well, he had pulled it back into a ponytail and he was only serving to pull more strands out and fall in his face.) “Would you paint my nails? I feel super gross and they’re all chipped.”

It was one of the stranger requests Will had gotten from his boyfriend, but if painted nails were what Nico needed to make himself feel better, then Will was content to oblige his boyfriend. He was training to become a surgeon, after all, he could use the practice in steadying his hand. With a grin before turning away, he found the polish on the desk behind him, where Nico had been looking earlier. “What color?”

I wasn’t sure if I was going to get something out today, but I really liked these two prompts together

Maintaining My Body Shape Without Exercising

Alright, folks. Since some of you asked me about my diet tips and how I was able to be confident wearing a bikini, I am more than happy to share them with you. I am aware that summer has already ended but that shouldn’t stop you from being determined to lose some weight and be healthy.  Drop your salted chips and read this. 


This is the very first thing I would like you to know. Make this a habit. Because of this crappy generation where girls try hard to be skinny like the models they idolize on Instagram – and Vogue magazine–they tend to starve themselves to death. Enduring hunger just to achieve that “perfect flat stomach and skinny legs” post on social media. Please, don’t starve yourself to lose weight. The overeating of bad food is what makes you to gain weight, not the idea of eating itself.  You actually need to eat to burn those fats because your body will use these as an energy for an active metabolism. When you starve yourself, you’ll end up eating more at the end of the day, I guarantee you that.


Take six small meals throughout the day instead of taking three big ones. Like I said on the previous one, the longer you don’t eat, the hungrier you may get. You’ll just end up craving for something unhealthy.


A cup of tea makes everything better. This is my secret to a flat belly and a stronger immune system. Drinking this tea is one of the safest way to lose weight as long as you drink in moderation. I drink my turmeric tea twice a day – one in the morning and one in the evening. According to a new research, this helps you improve your health due to its several inflammatory properties. Since it belongs to the family of gingers, it has this thermogenic effect which accelerates the metabolism and help your body burn fat faster.

This is highly effective especially when paired with peppermint, ginger, and lemon. I got mine from Yamang Bukid. It comes with peppermint, lemongrass,ginger, banaba, lagundi, moringa, sambong, lemongrass, Cynura Procumbens and wild honey.  All you need  is just a cup of boiling water and a teaspoon of this mixed powder. I bought mine directly from their store but you can order online.


The starchy white rice you eat is worse than your sugary drinks. It’s more potent in causing diabetes because it 0verloads your body with blood sugar. If you really can’t help because you’re a fan of Mang Inasal’s unli rice, add at least 20% brown rice.


My fridge is stuffed with fruits and vegetables – and an open bottle of Bordeaux of course. I’m a huge fan of vegetable salads especially when paired with grapes and tofu and all are soaked in apple cider vinegar (be careful on choosing your dressing because some are waistline busters). Note that fruits and vegetables are way cheaper than the food you order in fastfood restaurants. Healthier and money-saving at the same time – who wouldn’t want that?


I don’t eat crackers or chips high in sodium. My alternative is a slice of wheat bread and a peanut butter. Oh yes, I’m a peanut butter eater. I sometimes bring a bottle with a spoon at school. Some experts recommend peanut butter for weight loss. Snacking on it is an effective way to control hunger without gaining weight because nuts help you curb your appetite and gives you the feeling of satiety or fullness.


Don’t get fooled by those boxed juice you see on supermarkets. They’re flavoured and high in sugar. Don’t drink soda as well. I know you love to chug down that sparkling and sweet soda but it’s truly worthless to your body and a waste of money. It has no nutritional value, just plain sugar and high in calories. If you don’t want to develop Type 2 Diabetes and obesity, then you should probably stop now. Lastly, it is one of the main culprits on why you’re bloated right now. Hydrate yourself with lots of water, instead.


Having at least 8 hours of sleep can help to regulate hunger better unlike when you’re sleep deprived, you tend to crave more and regulate appetite in the middle of the night. Beauty sleep, folks. 


Come on. Who can say no to pizza? (me when there’s pineapple).It’s a food for the gods. You can never eat vegetable salad while watching Netflix, it’s just not right. You need a break from your healthy lifestyle once in a while so  it’s just fine. Go eat your pizza while I’m busy typing and talking to a Yellowcab representative about my Sriracha wings.

These are my tips and I hope you’ll do the same thing. I haven’t been working out for three months already and these habits were helpful and absolutely life-changing. But if you have time, please, work out for at least 15 minutes. Don’t do this just for the photos, or validation. Do this for your body and you’ll see the benefits in the long run. And my last advice, don’t be too healthy, always keep a balance. 

Tomatoes (E.D)

A/N: I was bored, I don’t even know what I was writing. Y/N and Ethan have been close friends for a year now and it all started because an argument over tomatoes at the supermarket. But when he leaves for tour, Y/N reminisces in all the good memories they had together and says something she might regret.

I remember when he’d barge into my apartment exclaiming something stupid like “Oh my god! Y/N! Gray and I just filmed the best video ever!”
Of course I’d roll my eyes and give him a soft laugh. But he took everything serious. Its How Ethan Dolan was.

And how was I supposed to know that their channel would blow up, they’d go on tour, and get nominated for 4 awards all at the same time? No, you’re not supposed to know. Because that’s how life works, you just go with whatever comes next.
But here he was standing outside of my apartment, a bouquet of roses in his hand and that goofy, lopsided grin of his. “Hey, Ethan.” I smiled back at him warmly. “’re leaving today aren’t you?” I mumbled. I was going to miss him and his brother’s crazy antics from down the hall. I was going to miss how he’d randomly come into my apartment like he owned it, hopped on my couch, and clicked on the TV. I was going to miss his corny jokes and cute smile. And most of all, I was going to miss how he made me feel.
He made me feel like this was home. He made my heart flutter. He made me smile and furrow my eyebrows together at the same time, but I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for him. “Ehm..yeah I guess.” He laughed awkwardly. He stuck out his arm, almost jabbing me in the stomach with the bouquet of roses. We both laughed and I took it from his grasp. “Thank you..” I smiled as I traced my fingers along the petals lovingly. “Anything for you.” He muttered and his eyes met mine. It was a clash between brown and Y/E/C (your eye color) and then he sent me that dashing smile of his. You know, the one that would make any persons insides melt. Yeah, that smile.
My eyes stung a bit. Was I crying?
I bit my lip hard, and averted my eyes towards the ground. There was silence.
I hated silence.
“I’m going to miss you a lot more than you think Y/N.”
I gave him a teary eyed smile and he pulled me in for a hug. Our relationship had evolved from just being the teenage boy who came into my apartment randomly even though I barely knew him. Now we knew each other like the back of our hands. I never told him but I loved him, more than friends. I loved Ethan Dolan. I knew almost as much as Gray knew about him. He was my right hand and vise-versa. I told him things I’ve never told anyone. I looked at him a different way than anyone else. He was special.

Ethan Dolan. Because of him, my apartment was filled with a bunch of those cheesy fluffy toys you’d win at the arcade. It was filled with joy and happiness. It was filled with content.
I remember when I first met him.
I was at our local supermarket, where I caught him and his twin brother having a fight with the fruits.
I remember what aggravated me, the fact that Ethan had grabbed the last batch of tomatoes and was fighting against his brother who held up a pineapple to defend himself. I remember I wanted those tomatoes, looking back at it I laugh. I laugh at how I angrily stormed over to him and told him off, I scolded him for playing with the foods other people wanted to buy. How his jaw dropped while his brother snickered in the background, but then his hand caught mine when I turned to walk away. He tugged me towards his chest and repeatedly apologized. I walked off and rolled my eyes but he continued following me, like a stray dog. “I’m sorry okay? Listen I’ll- I’ll buy you some more! I could drop them off at your apartment-”
“And why would I tell you where I live?” I retaliated as my eyes scanned for a good choice of apples. “I- You’re right, again I’m so sorry about what happened.” Ethan smiled apologetically and I sighed. “It’s fine. I was in a bad mood when I got here and seeing you play with the tomatoes I wanted just angered me even more. Im sorry for lashing out on you.” I smiled softly and he chuckled. “It’s okay! I would’ve done the same thing.”
I gave him an ‘would you really?’ Look and he sighed. “Okay I wouldn’t get THAT mad, but somewhat annoyed.” He laughed.

And I remember how our friendship blossomed. When I opened the door to my apartment a day after the whole tomato debacle and was faced with Ethan. He held a bag of fresh tomatoes and grinned down at me. “Um, how’d you know where I live?” Was all I could ask. “Actually my brother and I live a couple doors down, I couldn’t help but notice you went the same way home as us and I went out and bought you some tomatoes.” He extended his arm out and smiled. I took the bag from him hesitantly and raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” I laughed before he walked in. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” I asked as he plopped down onto my sofa. “What? Oh, your couch just looks way comfier than mine.”
I rolled my eyes and stuffed the tomatoes into the fridge. And that was how it started.

But a year later and here I was, saying goodbye to the man I loved because he was leaving for tour. “Goodbye Y/N..” He finally said. “Goodbye Ethan.” I mumbled. I shut the door slowly and I remember laying my back against it, knees brought up to my chest as my hand muffled my sobs.
I just let him go, just like that. I was so stupid. But 6 months later I opened the door and rolled my eyes as I expected it to be the mailman or something. But my eyes widened and tears prickled my eyes as my jaw dropped, “Eth-ETHAN!” I exclaimed and jumped into his arms, I backed him up against the wall in the hallways and nuzzled my head into his neck and inhaled his heavenly scent. “Oh my god! You’re back from tour early! I missed you so much!” I yelled but it was muffled by how hard I was pressing myself against him. “I miss you too Y/N! But’re crushing my tomatoes.”
Thinking it was a joke, I pulled my head back and laughed until he took a bag of tomatoes out from behind him. My mouth fell open and I laughed at how they were all squished since I pushed him against the wall. “God, I love you.” I laughed but quickly shut up once I realized what I had said. Shit. My eyes darted towards the ground as Ethan stared at me intensely. “I’m sorry.” I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears. “ don’t be sorry.” He replied and smiled. I was a bit confused but then he suddenly gripped my thighs and walked us back into my apartment. “I love you too.” Was all he said before he shut my door and smashed his lips against mine. I gasped into the kiss and he pushed me onto the couch. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “Wait- the tomatoes!” I laughed into the kiss. “I’ll get you new ones.” He mumbled as he pressed rough but sweet kisses against my throat and neck. I giggled and ran my hands through his messy, perfect hair.

How glad I am that Ethan took that last batch of tomatoes a year ago..

Originally posted by majesticdolans

The Night Ahead (Part 7)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: so sorry you all had to wait so long for the next part. work has been kicking my butt lately, and this part is a little longer than the others. once again, big thanks to @dreamtravelerme for german translations in this part!!  MASTER LIST

Originally posted by marvelandassociates


“ Ist das Haus bereits geräumt? (Is the house cleared yet)?” Parker demanded.

I frowned at the annoying cackle in my ear. Even though his words were barely above a whisper in my ear, it felt way too loud in the quiet house. Darkness cloaked the home like a blanket, even heavier shadows seemed to lurk in the corners. Like they were lying in wait with the silence. Even the white curtains hanging from the open window above the kitchen sink were still.

I grabbed the walkie-talkie from my belt, holding it next to my mouth as I pressed the button. “Ich hab dir gesagt, dass ich daran arbeite. Zieh jeden raus und ich werde dich in ein paar Minuten treffen. (I told you I’m on it. Pull everyone out and I will meet up in a few minutes).” I didn’t bother to hide my annoyance. We were beyond the stage of pretending to be civil to one another.

I stood with my back against the wall just outside the kitchen, which led to the sizable living room. The refrigerator hummed quietly behind me. I leaned over a little bit, glancing behind me. “Du musst dich beeilen. (You need to hurry).”

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She was tired.

Her head hung low between her legs, coiled in her own emotions she had accustomed too, and kept locked away.

She was very tired.

The tears on the brim of exposer, only added on to her misery.

She was alone.

Isolation; it was the thing she feared most, but wanted desperately.

It wasn’t her fault that she grew up alone, in a single floored house fit for only her and her parents. It wasn’t her fault that she barely had a piece of transmission with her family…she was shy and quiet – they thought she was different.

There would be days where she would skip into the cornfield just in front of her home, feeling the surface of the leaves make contact with her skin, and sensing the small pebbles that scraped against her shoes. What she loved most, was lying down in the middle of the field, shaded by the arms of the plants, and hypnotized by the white linty clouds above her head.

There’s nothing better than this. She would always say.

She loved to draw; it simply fascinated her how someone could create such beauty with only a canvas and paintbrush. She admired the precision of the brush as it was dipped into the paint and danced across the canvas.

As a child, she would take from her mothers closet – her paints – and isolated herself in the shadows of the crops, painting what she saw – beauty. She would draw until the sun kissed the lake, (it was just a fence past Mr. Thomas’ house and a path to the left.) It would amaze her how the paints would stain her fingertips; the mixture of colours reminded her of the rainbow she drew once. Her mother – already infuriated with her for invading her closet – would always refuse to let her enter the house until her fingers were “so clean I can see my reflection”.

But she wasn’t a little girl anymore; all was just a faint memory. She lost her innocence at a young age,

Painting is for little girls.


Drawing can’t be a job? You’ll never survive on that pay

Her innocence tattered once she realized society craved power and money. She hated the manipulation of this generation, it was the reason why so many children dispose of their dreams and do what society tells them to do.

Fuck society.

She lifted her head from between her legs,

Help me.

She rested her head on the wall,

Why? You wanted this. Her mind reminded her, she scoffed.

No one would want this.


She shut her eyes,

You did.


Her mind was her constant battle, it said it told her the truth…she was delusional, tired and sick in the mind, which only frustrated her more…she couldn’t trust herself, she was unhealthy.

You need a friend.

She pressed her fingers hard against her temples, easing the migraine that consumed her thoughts.


I have a friend.

A smile curved on her lips as she thought about Elliot. She met him while almost missing the bus home; he moved his knapsack from the seat beside him and let her sit. She remembered him focused on the ridges on the floor,

“You know,” he started,


“The world’s a shitty place”


During the entire bus ride, it was the only thing he said…and she couldn’t agree more.


“It’s like we’re the same person,” she answered quietly.


The bus ride continued, she watched as the crowd became smaller. Her mind wandered as she stared down at her tarnished shoes.


She noticed that he kept tugging on his hoodie, and held his head low.


“Why do you wear that hoodie?” She asked, biting her lip nervously. He shrugged, lifting his head slightly,


“It’s my favourite hoodie…I wear it everywhere I go”


She nodded, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see her with his hood in the way.


“What’s your name?” He asked, finally turning to her,


She hesitated on answering; she was shy, and thought back to what her mother said to her about talking to strangers.


“…Y/N” The reply sounded uncertain, as if lying. He looked at her and gave her a small smile,


“Is that your real name?” His attempt at sarcasm resulted in him sounding as uncertain as she did.


“Yes” She chucked, it became a habit to look down while she laughed, she hated her smile, she hated her laugh…and she thought by looking down others wouldn’t be able to think the same.


“Elliot.” He said, extending his hand out of his sweater. Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but let another smile leave her lips, while thinking of her having the unimaginable… a friend.


Elliot’s not your friend.  


The pounding in her head ceased to vanish, it only travelled deeper into her head.


Yes he is stop lying.

Her bottom lip was held between her teeth as she fought the urge to scream, she removed her fingers from her temples and brought her head back between her knees again,

Just when you thought things were getting better…


The blood pulsed in her ears, it was never going to get better, she would always feel like this…alone, isolated and dejected.

A faint knock was heard from her door,

“Hi” Elliot said, seeing his head pop in from the gap of the door.


“Is this a bad time?” Elliot asked, shuffling into her apartment,

“I mean, I can come back in an hour no pro-“

“Its fine,” she said promptly,


Elliot nodded timidly; he made his way to her kitchen and stuffed his head into the fridge,

“Do you ever eat?” He asked,

“Other than ramen noodles and sour patch kids?”

“No” she replied, peeling herself from the wall,

“You should eat,” He said, pulling out a sandwich from his hoodie,

“I made it for you” He placed the wrapped sandwich on her table.


Silence overtook the room, as she picked at her fingers.

“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully. He never liked to intrude into her personal life; he only asked when matters were drastic.

“I’m fine,” she answered, keeping her gaze low.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked what was wrong”

She stayed silent.

He’s not your friend.


She picked at her fingers harder,

He’s not your friend.


You don’t have friends.

“Nothing” She finally answered, meeting his gaze.

Elliot nodded, before motioning to her T.V.

“Binge watch a show?”

She gave him a weak smile and kindly obliged.

Elliot scrolled through the selection of shows, her eyes wandered and eventually focused on nothing.

You’re zoning out. Her mind teased.

Elliot wrapped his arm around her shoulder once he picked a show to watch,

“You’ll like this” He said, pressing play.

Her T.V flashed the show Friends, it was her childhood show, but she didn’t want to upset Elliot since he was so thrilled to show her it.

Her head rested on Elliot’s chest, something they always did when watching practically anything. Elliot involuntarily played with the ends of her hair, and she loved it.

“Like it so far?” He asked, she couldn’t help but feel his breath on her skin, and listen to his quickening heartbeat.

“Yeah” She said, becoming completely tensionless once she heard him chuckle. Elliot was like her, isolated from the world and hid in his own emotions…it was why they got along. Hearing him chuckle was like seeing a blue moon…rare, but exquisite.

She lifted her chin so she could face Elliot. His eyes trailed from the screen to her eyes. His eyes wandered nervously,

“Y/N?” He whispered, scanning her eyes. The moment seemed endless with anticipation. 

Without a moment more, his lips were linked with hers. The settling feeling in her stomach made her heart pound, she felt wanted.

Elliot pulled away, giving her a shy smile; 

“I like you a lot, Y/N” He said, 

“It’s kinda scary”

She gave him a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she felt her cheeks turn crimson. 

Her attention was then fixated on the bickering of her vexatious mind,

He’s not your friend.

Shut up. She retaliated.

He’s not your friend, Y/N. You know it.

Aggravated, she turned away from Elliot and pressed hard against her temples.  

Shut up.

“Elliot-“ She turned back to where Elliot sat, but the space was empty.

“Elliot?” She called, leaving her current spot and scouted for him.


A firm pair of hands grabbled her torso and pulled her back,

“Relax” Elliot said, keeping her in his embrace. She felt warm tears stain her cheeks, as the emotions flooded her body. All the years of silencing her anguish trembled her body, she had no control. She turned so her face hid in his chest. Elliot’s hold became tighter, it was his way of showing comfort…it was his only way. 

“What’s wrong with me?” She dug her face deeper into his chest. Elliot pulled her from his hold in order to meet her eyes. 

“Nothing’s wrong with you okay?”

“You’re the only person I consider normal… you see the world the way I see it, a different way” 

Silence flooded the room, and Elliot pulled her into his embrace again, 

“Will you stay the night?” Her request came out as an almost inaudible whisper. Elliot stayed quiet for a moment. He then cautiously kissed the top of her head, letting out a comfortable sigh.



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Laundry is Lit 🔥🔥🔥

Summary: Lily just really, really wants James to do the laundry. He decides to use his YouTube fame as motivation. Muggle AU, Modern AU, YouTube AU (???).

For the ever lovely @levins18 and @petalstofish because, yes, I did take two seconds of our conversation and turn it into a fic. 

I’m sorry that this is what friendship with me is like.

Read it on FF or AO3

James was standing in the kitchen when Lily walked through the door after work that evening, a container of yoghurt in his hand and a spoon hanging out of his mouth while he clicked around on his mobile.

He dropped the spoon back into the container, grinned at her as she walked through the door, ‘Hey, love.’

She smiled, 'Hey,’ and stood on her toes to kiss him.

'How was your day,’ she hung her bag up on the hook by the door, pulled out her laptop, and tucked it under her arm while she grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

'It was great,’ James said, and he turned his mobile around and showed her his screen. 'We uploaded this an hour ago and we’ve already got 65,000 views. Twitter is going mad.’

'Fucking hell, that’s brilliant,’ she leaned over and kissed him again, before taking a long drag of her water, 'Is the filming room a complete wreck again, or?’

James scoffed, 'Pardon me, we always clean up after ourselves.’ Lily smirked, raised an eyebrow, and James smiled at her, did his best to look charming. She rolled her eyes, smacked his shoulder, and he laughed, 'How was your day, Evans?’

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BL Summer Bingo 2017: “Sharks”

Rhys knew that his parents would be mad if they knew he was taking things from the fridge, but that didn’t stop him from stuffing a little plastic bag full of lunch meat from one of the plastic drawers. He grabbed a little carton of cheese crackers and a box of juice as well, because it was hot out and it was a little bit of a walk to get where he was going.

Rhys was getting to the age where his parents were more willing to leave him alone, especially since both of them worked even when the boy was home for the summer. So no one was there to stop Rhys as the boy grabbed the spare key, clumsily locking the door behind him before trundling down through the crude path in the greenery surrounding his house. Much of the homes in the area were surrounded by lush coastal forest, thankfully preserved despite the development of the area.

Rhys carefully continued walking even the the ground started to get loose and muddy, his little tongue stuck out in concentration as he did his best not to slip. Slowly, he could hear the sounds of his destination—a little stream that cut through inland from the nearby ocean, full of swirling, brackish water and fish that often traveled from the saltwater up inland for spawning and hunting.

Rhys crouched down by the edge of the pool, eyes scanning the water as he opened the cartoon of cheese crackers and carefully setting a couple afloat in the gently turning water. He watched the crackers for a few moments, and just as disappointment started to set in, something broke the surface and snatched the crackers in a whir of clawed hands and teeth.

“There you are!” Rhys proclaimed happily, grin reaching from ear to ear as the small, sleek head popped above the surface of the water, stuffing its face with the orange crackers as it blinked wide, green and blue eyes up at Rhys.

The boy had discovered his new friend only a few days ago, while he was trying to catch toads at the muddy banks of the stream. The creature in the water was sort of like him, looking like a young boy maybe a couple years older than Rhys from the waist up, if you ignored the gill slits and unnatural eyes and really really sharp white teeth. But where his legs should be was only a smooth, sleek gray tail that looked like the sharks in Rhys’ picture books.

Rhys hadn’t told anyone about what he had found, too worried that his new friend—who he’d named “Jack” after his old fish—would be taken away. So for the past couple of days he had been sneaking food out to him, watching as his friend slowly regained his strength. Rhys had asked him questions about how he got there or where his mommy and daddy were, but Jack wasn’t really a conversationalist….or didn’t know how to speak English.

“Yeah? You like the goldfish crackers, huh? Almost as good as real ones.” Rhys stated as he upended more in his hand, before setting them down into the water. He was careful to keep his chubby little fingers away from his friend’s snapping jaws, giggling happily as Jack greedily gulped down the food before swimming closer, looking up at Rhys with slitted, expectant eyes.

Rhys barely had the cold cuts out of his bag before Jack was snatching for them, shoving the meat into his ravenous mouth with tiny, claws little fists. His tail splashed with delight at the food, quickly emptying the bag before going in to nuzzle affectionately up against Rhys. The other boy giggled, ruffling his fingers through his friends damp hair as he relaxed in his lap.

Rhys was sad the next day when he went back to find that Jack was no longer there, no matter how many goldfish crackers he sent adrift in the water. Though loneliness tugged at his chest, he tried convincing himself that Jack had merely been reunited with his parents out in the open ocean. A balm to his sadness was the little, ivory shark tooth he found half buried into the mud at the bank of the river, which sat in the drawer by his bed for months before he had his mother fashion it into a cute little necklace, a constant reminder of the strange friend he’d met on those sunny summer days.

Rhys had been so sure that he was about to die.

He had felt his consciousness, his fight to live, struggling underneath the inky pull of the ocean as the cold, suffocating waves had pulled him under. He remembered seeing silvery bubbles burst from his lungs, remembered the fear that had seized his heart at realizing this was the end, that there was nothing he could do and that nobody could save him now. He’d clawed at dark nothingness, screaming out the last of his air as he’d started to black out, and then—

And then out of the dark he’d felt something firm and surprisingly warm grab his hand and yank him up towards the surface. His head had broken the water as whatever had grabbed him had pushed him up, supporting his bulk with its own to keep him afloat above the surface. He’d taken several painful, hoarse breaths, colors popping in his eyes as he’d felt whatever was holding onto him slowly moving him in the direction of the surf. Waves had crashed over the top of his head as he’d slowly been urged to shore, his knees finally hitting the rough sand as he fell on all fours, still gasping and choking up burning saltwater as he tried to get back to breathing evenly.

He’d eventually collapsed onto his side in exhaustion, inhaling heavily as his vision slowly swam back to him. It was a couple more moments before he became aware of something heavy shuffling and moving behind him, still a mere dark fuzzy shape to his recovering senses. He’d jolted when he felt something trace over his heaving chest, his hand snapping up dumbly to grasp a smooth, warm wrist.

Rhys had nearly lost his breath again when his vision had finally swum into place, letting him see the creature that was hunched over him. Rhys saw the teeth first, exposed and brilliant in the moonlight behind a downturned lip, followed by the wild, wet hair slicked down in places while stuck up in others. Slits in the creature’s neck pulsed. Something wet and smooth flopped against Rhys’ side, drawing his sight to see a glistening tail twitching up against him.

A scream started to build in Rhys’ chafed throat, his hands digging into the sand and ready to fight, when suddenly he noticed the creatures eyes.

An inhuman blue and green, almost glowing in the moonlight—but wholly familiar.

“I…” Rhys began, his own eyes widening, but anything that he wanted to say was cut off as a clawed, strong hand slid under the shark-tooth necklace still hung around Rhys’ neck, lifting it off of the young man’s heaving chest.

“J….Jack…?” Rhys croaks, staring up at the powerful merman who had just saved his life. Jack closes his hand around Rhys’ necklace, expression so oddly contemplative as his eyes flick up to the young man’s face. When the merman’s lips move, his voice is as deep and rolling as a deep sea current, sending shivers up his spine.


thanks to the bingo discord for helping me with this prompt! i think it turned out well enough, and i love shark mermaid jack a bunch…..

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader- What Do You Mean? (Part 3)

You sat in the bathroom of the shared bedroom of you and Damian, biting at your already short nails. It has been over five years since your feelings for each other were confessed, but you knew that this was too soon. You weren’t even married yet, and you might be wrong, but having a child at this age is problematic. You are supposed to join your father on patrol, kick some ass, and return home to patch up and go to sleep. Damian has almost finished preparing to take on the responsibility of Batman, but what would having a kid cause? Would you have it and give up vigilantism? Will you have to live in constant fear of the child losing his or her father? You knew that this would be a big change. Alfred and Dick would be ecstatic for sure. You really didn’t know what to expect from Bruce and Tim, but you were afraid of what your dad would do. You hope that he wouldn’t grab the nearest gun and point it to Damian’s face, but that is the most logical option. Would it be best to tell Damian first, or go to your dad and get some advice that might help? You went with the feeling in your gut and walked out of the bathroom, hoping that no one in the family will be killed as soon as you announce the news.


You quickly unlocked the door to your father’s apartment and attempted to tame your nerves. Sure, you told your dad that he could get his shotgun if Damian pissed you off. With the upcoming hormones coming up, that would be pretty easy.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Roy said while walking past you with a huge box of parts.

“Hi dad number two,” you joked. “Where’s dad number one?”

Roy laughed, “He’s still sleeping. I highly encourage you to not wake him up, especially with that new whip cream I bought last night.”

You smiled and walked over to the fridge and opened it. As Roy had said, a few cans of whip cream were calling your name. You pulled off the plastic and squirted some in your mouth before walking silently towards your father’s room. You cautiously opened the door and creeped over to your father’s side of the bed. You smiled maliciously before raising the can to his face.

“Put that on me and you won’t be invited for the next movie night,” your dad mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Fine,” you said while jumping over him onto the bed. “When did you become such a Richard?”

He chuckled, “When I got home from patrol last night, which was two in the morning. Where were you last night?”

“That’s what I came here to tell you about,” you stated nervously.

“What is it?”

“I may or may not be pregnant…..”

“What do you mean ‘may or may not be pregnant’? You’re either pregnant or you’re not. So are you?” Jason asked while sitting up.

You nodded and waited for him to start cussing up a storm and threaten Damian, but he didn’t say a word. You looked over to him and saw that he was still processing the information.

“I’m going to be a grandpa?”

You laughed and nodded again. He smiled and flung the blanket off of him. The bedroom door was ripped open and Jason’s shouts echoed throughout his apartment.

“I’m going to be a grandpa!!”

You laughed at his reaction and got out of his bed. Once you exited the room, Jason pulled you into a bear hug. Roy later joined said hug, but totally denies it. After your excited dad calmed down, he made pancakes and joined you at the couch. Harry Potter played in the background as the two of you continued your conversation.

“Does the demon know yet?”

You sighed, “Not yet. I decided that telling you first would be beneficial and you could give me some advise on how to tell him that I am pregnant and I will become a hormonal psycho in a few months.”

Jason chuckled, “Glad to know that I’m still your number one.”

“You’re my number one dad, but Roy is the pretty close number two,” you said.

“Hey! I’m hurt!” Roy shouted from the kitchen.

Jason laughed lightly, “I am the one who got a punch and kick from you the first time we met.”

“But who’s the one who grabbed her and prevented a kid from beating your ass?” Roy asked.

“Shut it, Roy!”


You climbed up the fire escape silently, hoping that your growling stomach won’t bring any attention to yourself. You looked in the windows to see if anyone wasn’t home and found two, but the first was locked. Deciding the obvious, you creeped over to the open window and slid it open cautiously. Once the window was open, you entered the dark and empty apartment. You quietly and quickly walked to the cabinets and searched for any cans that you could take with you. When you stuffed a couple cans in your bag, you opened the fridge slowly and searched for a quick snack you could eat on your way out.

“Roy, you better not eat the rest of that pie,” a tired male voice stated.

You froze and peeked over the end of the fridge door. A huge shirtless man was staring at you with wide eyes. You dropped the food you were holding and ran for the open window, but the man grabbed one of the straps on your bag and stopped you.

“Kid, wait a-”

You punched him in the face and watched as he staggered back a few steps. A shocked look appeared on his face, but was replaced with pain when you kicked him in the stomach for good measure. You turned back to the window, but you were stopped once again when a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. You thrashed around and tried to head butt and kick the person holding you, but it was all for nothing.

“I’m gone for thirty minutes and you get your ass kicked by a kid,” the person holding you, a man, laughed.

“She caught me by surprise,” the man you kicked wheezed out.

You continued to squirm in the man’s grip until the man you kicked held out the wrapped sandwich you were holding earlier.

“You can have it, but you have to promise to stop with the ninja shit and sit down,” he bargained.

You stared at him and nodded. The man put you down and you quickly snagged the sandwich from the man’s hand and sat down at the table that was a couple feet away from them. You quickly ate the sandwich while you watched them whisper about something which was definitely you. The black-haired man you punched walked over to the fridge and pulled out a slice of pie. He walked over to the table and slid the pie in front of you.

“How long have you been living on the streets?” he asked in a calm tone.

“About two years,” you mumbled while pulling the pie closer to you.

“My name is Jason,” he said while gesturing himself and pointed to the red-haired man, “and that’s Roy.”

You glanced at Roy and returned your attention to Jason.

“Would you like to stay here for awhile? You could have food and shelter if you stayed.”

“You’re not gonna send me to the hell house?” you asked with confusion written all over your face.

Roy laughed and Jason smiled.

“No, we just don’t want you to be on the streets.”

You smiled and nodded. You finally had a home again.


After visiting your dad, he insisted on driving you back to the manor. You couldn’t win that argument with that stubborn ass, so you sat in the passenger seat and discussed some possibilities for baby names.

“We are not naming it after a band,” you stated, “or after Roy’s weapon of choice.”

“What? Led Zeppelin is an awesome band, but I definitely disagree with Roy’s choice.”

“I really thought you were going to pull out the shotgun when I told you,” you confessed.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t bring it,” he smiled.


“I didn’t say I was going to use it!” he reassured you.

“You better not do anything to make me regret telling you first,” you told him and exited the parked car.

You walked up to the door and unlocked it, knowing that Alfred is somewhere cleaning. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, and you could make out the voices of Dick and Damian. You gave your dad a questioning look when the sound of glass breaking interrupted their argument. He pulled you behind him and walked to the kitchen, where Dick was squeezing the life out of Damian.

“What the hell are you doing to Damian, Dickhead?” you asked Dick while prying his arms off of Damian.

“Well, Dami came in here asking for some advice about- oof!”

Damian elbowed his stomach, which caused Dick to back away from him and clutch his stomach.

“It is not your place to reveal that information, Grayson. What are you doing here, Todd?”

“Dropping off my daughter,” he responded.

“Damian, I have something to tell you, but I’d prefer to tell you alone,” you stated and tugged on Damian’s hand.

Damian followed you to the living room until you stopped.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted.

Damian’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face, “This is wonderful news, Beloved!”

You smiled at his reaction and pulled him in for a hug. It was relieving that Damian wanted this, and that you will have his support.