walking onion

Grocery Store

Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader, Damian Wayne x sisterly!Reader

Summary:  Tim lost Damian at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you.

Key: Y/N= your name


“Y/N! Sweetie I need you to run to the store,” your mom shouted up the stairs.

“Yeah Mom, I’ll be right down!” You turned off your music and stampeded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Here’s the list, remember the roast beef this time, and you can grab some ice cream if you have money left over,” your mom ran through her list then she slapped some money into your hand and sent you on your way to the grocery store. 

As you left your car, you looked over the list for dinner and strolled into the store. You meandered though the fruits, grabbing bananas, on your way towards the meat section. You over heard two boys arguing over onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions,” the small boy stated pointedly.

“It literally says right here that he needs white onions,” the older boy pointed to the list, on his phone, in his hand, “so we’re getting white.”

“Well I like red.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.” You chuckled and watched the smaller boy slapped ‘Drake’. “Ouch, you demon.” He was greeted with a tongue sticking out. “Real mature,” he said rolling his eyes.

While the exchange was humorous to you, you had to carry on shopping, your mom wouldn’t want to be waiting forever.


“Master Tim, I’m quite busy taking care of Master Bruce at the moment. Do you mind picking up Master Damian from school and grabbing the makings for dinner,” Alfred asked Tim over the phone.

Tim groaned silently, “Yeah Al, no problem. Just text me the list.”

Tim hated driving Damian home from school. He had to sit in the car and listen to Damian complain about how wrong his teachers were and how ignorant his peers were. It was the absolute worst.

Tim pulled up in front of the school. “Damian, get in.” Damian glared at Tim for a minute then slipped into the car.

“Where is Pennyworth?”

“He’s with Bruce, so you gotta deal with me and we have to go to the store.” Damian groaned. Tim just rolled his eyes and drove to the store, listening to Damian complain.

They walked in and began the search for ingredients. The boys started with vegetables.

“Okay, white onions…” Tim scanned the aisle and walked to the onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions.”

After a debate over what onion to get, Damian decided he no longer wanted to shop with Tim. So when Tim went to to pick up bread, Damian went to find where the ice cream was.

“Damian, put this in the cart,” Tim reached behind him to hand the bread to the boy, “Damian don’t be an ass.” Tim turned around and found the cart abandoned.

Tim sneered to himself, Good riddance. That was until he realized Alfred would kill him if he didn’t come back with Damian.

“Shit.”


You had grabbed the last thing on the list and did a quick self-checkout to find that you still had money left over. “Sweet! Thanks momma,” you cheered and skipped on over to the ice cream aisle. When you got there, you found the small boy from the veggie section looking over the ice cream selections.

“Hey there,” you waved. He glanced at you then back to the ice cream. “So, you more of an vanilla or a chocolate kinda person?”

He looked at you and quirked his head like a dog. “Mint chocolate.”

“Hey, that’s my favorite,” you squealed, “have you seen a container? I’m dying for some.”

“No, they seem to have run out,” the little boy snapped.

“It’s okay…um…” You stood there awkwardly, waiting for his name.

“I am Damian Wayne.,” he puffed his chest out proudly, “What’s your name?”

You were surprised to find this young Wayne wandering the store by himself, but you didn’t really question it. “I’m Y/N. You wanna see what else they got?”

He stood thoughtfully for a second then shrugged his shoulder, “Sure.”

You grabbed his hand and felt him stiffen. You gave him a smile and he loosened up. You steered your cart down the aisle, talking to Damian about the best ice cream flavors.


Losing hope that Damian was still even in the store, Tim zoomed up and down almost every single aisle in the store. He scanned them for the short devil and was coming up empty.

“Ugh,” he shouted at the couple of people in the aisle. “Sorry,” he blushed. He ran to the next aisle. When he got there, he heard Damian talking to someone the next one over. Bolting into the ice cream section, Tim saw his demonic brother with a very cute girl.

“Damian! Jeez, I’ve looked through the entire store for you. Come on, we have to get this stuff home to Alfred,” Tim complained. He grabbed at Damian’s shoulder, but he pulled back.

“If you were looking very intently, how could you take so long to find me,” Damian grinned.

“Because I didn’t want to,” Tim sneered, “come on.” 

Tim turned to you. “Sorry for him, whatever offensive things he may have said.”

You glared at him, “He was a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.” You watched as he blushed.

“Y/N, this is, unfortunately, my somewhat sibling, Tim Drake,” Damian leaned in closer to you, “He’s idiotic.” You giggled at his comment.

“Well, Damian, it was a pleasure to be your ice cream buddy. Maybe we’ll find each other in the ice cream aisle again sometime?” You stuck out you hand for him to shake it.

He grabbed it and shook. Then he looked at Tim, “Drake, get out your phone.”

“Wha-what, why?”

“So you can get Y/N’s number, and I can stay in contact with her. She’s more tolerable than the entire Wayne household,” Damian rationalized.

You blushed. You didn’t realize how much he liked you and it was nice. “Sure, here,” you grabbed Tim’s phone and typed in your number, “Call me anytime Damian.” You ruffed his hair. Tim waited for him to chaste you, but nothing came. “Bye guys!”

You called your mom as you left the store, “Sorry it took so long mom, had to take care of a boy who was left alone. I’ll be home soon.”

Tim glared at Damian. “I can’t believe you.” Damian just looked at him with a smug little smirk on his lips. Tim snatched his collar, “Come on!”

Tim dragged Damian to the checkout then to his car, never taking his eye off the boy.


Tim’s phone seemed to be Damian’s, seeing how often he was on it with you. “Damian! I need my phone back, I have to call someone! Damian!” Tim stormed through the manor yelling for his phone. He finally found Damian in the library, but before he could yell at him he overheard the conversation.

“Y/N, why are you so interested in Drake? I told you he’s an imbecile and not very mannered.” Damian listened to your response. “Well, I guess he may have some good qualities, but they are usually masked by his stench.”

Tim scoffed and Damian heard. Tim didn’t bother waiting for him to stop talking, “Dude, hand me my phone. I have to make a call.”

“No Drake, you can see I’m on the phone!”

You heard some grunts on the other side of the line, ending with Damian yelling in the background. You assumed that Tim had won the fight over the phone. “Hey, Y/N, Damian says bye but don’t go yet. Just give me a minute.”

You listened to the sound of feet, guessing he was walking to a more private place to talk.

“Sorry, I was hoping to clear the air on how my brother portrays me so, maybe, we could go out sometime? I mean you’d get approval from the hardest Wayne.”

You busted out laughing, “You’ve got a lot of damage control to do.”

No will it today?? I am amaze.

Sour cream & onion chips have always been my favorite :3

“It makes me so happy to eat things.” We know, Rhett also SAME For someone who’s lactose intolerant, he sure is consuming lots of dairy. :P It’s cute to see him eat though. If he ever did mukbang, I’d watch.

“Every cylinder that I have has been hit.”

Special K makes chips? Whaa…

“We look like we’ve had quite a Friday night.” lol XD

Strawberries and cream? Man, Rhett really doesn’t care about avoiding dairy on the show :P

Well that wasn’t so bad. I like that Link was wearing his happy sweater :3

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Temperate-Zone Perennial Food Starter Kit

Hardiness Zone 4a+*

It can be made Zone 3+ if you want to trade out the sunchokes for another item from my shop, so just ask.


This kit includes:

Sunchoke / Jerusalem Artichoke (Helianthus tuberosus) tubers [5]
Rhubarb (Rheum barbarum) plant [1]
Strawberry (Fragaria x ananassa) plants [10]
Eqyptian Walking Onions (Allium x proliferum) [5]
Lovage (Levisticum officinale) seeds [packet]

+ a free poppy seed packet

These plants are all edible (barring the poppies), and have different ecological niches in an edible landscape. For example, lovage attracts predatory insects to keep pests off your other crops; onions can keep pests away from strawberries; the strawberries grow well with rhubarb; sunchokes can grow over 2 metres in height, and be used to grow vines like peas and beans.

In my shop ⤠                

5

Egyptian Walking Onions / Tree Onions

Allium xproliferum

This package contains 5 bulblets of ‘Moritz,’ 'Catawissa,’ and 'Amish’ perennial tree onions (a.k.a. Egyptian Walking Onions). These plants are unique in that they will multiply below the soil, as well as producing clonal bulblets instead of flowers. When the stalks containing bulblets fall over, they re-plant themselves, giving the appearance that the onion is 'walking’ around the garden.

Egyptian walking Onions (Allium ×proliferum) were first documented in Europe in 1587: they are a hybrid of the Common Onion (Allium cepa) and Japanese Bunching Onion (Allium fistulosum), which has occured independently on a number of occassions, resulting in a number of different cultivars. The moniker ‘Egyptian’ is attached to them, because there is a theory that some were brought to Europe by nomadic Romani people (who were often mistakenly called Egyptians).

Walking Onions have long been cultivated in Japan, where they are called 'kitsune negi’ ('foxy’ or 'mysterious’ onion). A few cultivars were brought to Canada by early French colonists (which is why they are sometimes called “Canada Onions”), and from there, they were distributed around North America, and back to Europe.

Up in my shop ⇒

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April 14 2017

Finished some more of the raised bed, before I ran out of screws again. Also got the potatoes in, along with Radish, Sweet Pea, Walking Onion, Rucola, Speckled Romaine, and Mystery Lettuce.

Out front I planted Milkweed, Red/White Columbine, Eastern Red Columbine, Red Hollyhock, white hollyhock, magenta hollyhock, pink hollyhock, chives and carpet of snow I believe.

Drafted: Back

S O D A P O P  C U R T I S imagine

///There are 2 endings to Drafted so here is the Happy One! :)\\

I let my breath go as I felt the plane land. People were cheering. I saw some of my friends crying. I saw some others jumping from their seats. I saw some who just leaned back with their eyes closed. I felt all their emotions. It’s been 7 months since I saw Y/N, Ponyboy, Two Bit and Darry. Steve was right next to me hollering at the air hostess that walked by. I chuckled. I couldn’t wait to see the surprise on their faces. I hadn’t told them of course although I wanted to so I could stop all their worries. But Steve told me it’d be better this way incase something wrong went with the plane. The war was still going on and we were afraid we wouldn’t make it out alive. But we did, and we were home.

I looked at the familiar porch. The grass was a light green and the fence was somewhat crooked. There were pieces of wood on the ground and something that looked like a crib. I guess Darry was making one for those young newly-weds that got married after I left. Y/N told me all about it. She wrote about how beautiful Mrs.-now-Roberts looked in her white, princess gown. She told me about how fancy the church looked but mostly about how in love Mr. and Mrs. Roberts were. She said they couldn’t stop laughing during their dance and how it reminded her of our first date at the carnival. I smiled remembering that day. She told me how Mr. Snuggles had been taking my place. And now I was here to take it back. I breathed in deeply. I put my hand in my pocket and felt the small, velvet box. I was excited but I felt afraid. I haven’t seen Y/N for months. I was unsure of what she’d say. But I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with. She was the only girl I ever thought about when I was gone. I don’t know if I was afraid of not knowing her answer or what she had to tell me. Y/N said there was a surprise for me. She never told me even though I could tell she wanted to. I didn’t understand why. We always told each other everything. I let out my breath. I’ve waited too long for this moment.

“Hello?” I said, pushing the door.

That’s when my heart stopped. The most beautiful girl ever turned around. Her Y/H/C fell around her shoulder perfectly. Her Y/E/C wide with surprise. “S-Sodapop?” she stuttered with disbelief. She ran over to me and pulled me in for a hug so tight, I thought she wouldn’t ever let go. And I didn’t want her too. “You came back, you- you’re here,” she cried out.

“I promised, didn’t I?” I kissed her forehead. It felt different hugging her now. Like there was more to hug. I looked down and saw it. She had a baby bump.

“Oh- Soda, I wanted it to be a surprise when you came back- It’s ours. She’s ours,” she looked at me. I laughed and was about to say something but someone caught my eye.

Ponyboy’s head peeped out our bedroom door for a second before he ran to me. “SODAPOP,” he exclaimed as he tackled me into a hug.

“Oh Pony,” I hugged him tight. I looked at his hair, “Your hair. Your tuff, tuff hair. It’s-it’s back.” I hugged him again. The golden, blond cut was back to his shaggy light copper brown hair. I looked up to see Y/N, slightly smiling. She was looking down. The baby. She must’ve thought I didn’t want it or anything. “Y/N..,” her head shot up. I grinned at her, Ponyboy letting go from our short reunion. “We’re having a baby girl?” I asked, nodding.

She smiled back, “PONYBOY,” I heard Darry’s voice shout from outside. We all looked at each other wide-eyed.

I smiled. I put my finger to my lips to shush them. I wanted to surprise Darry too. “Go-go,” I mentioned. I snuck into the bathroom as Y/N and Ponyboy went to where they used to be.

“Hi Darry,” I heard Y/N holler, my ear pressed to the door.

“What is this mess? Who’s bags are these? Y/N? You okay? You look like you’ve been crying,” he asked, walking in the house.

“Onions.”

Darry’s footsteps paused. “You’re chopping carrots Y/N,” Darry said as I chuckled quietly. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No-no,” I heard Y/N say. I opened the door slightly and saw Darry’s tall figure. I crept up beside him and pounced on him.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD,” he shouted. “PONYBOY GET OFF ME.”

“Darry, I’m right here,” Pony chuckled leaning in the doorway. I hopped off Darry’s back.

“Hi.”

“Then who-,” he stopped when he turned around. Immediately, I felt as if I was being squeezed to death in Darry’s arms. “Sodapop, you’re-you’re back. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Plane- might of not- Dare let me go,” I laughed, stepping back from him. “The plane might of not gotten here safely. I didn’t want your hopes up.”

“D-did you hear?” he smiled slightly.

“Yeah, I-I’m gonna be a dad,” I chuckled. I looked at Y/N. I walked and pulled her into a hug. “Y/N,” I said her name. I looked her in the eyes and smiled. I got down on one knee.

“Sodapop.”

I looked up at her beautiful face, “Y/N, I know it’s been hard the past months without me being here. But when I was there risking my life, I thought about you and this family we have here. You, Darry, Pone, Two, Steve, and-and now we’ll have another addition,” I smiled. “I don’t want to be away from you again. So, please. I’m asking you. Marry me.”

regblvck  asked:

Drarry. 14. For the mini fic thing :3 (maybe Draco could say something really cute and embarrasing after they kiss? idk it's up to you! Love your blog btw!)

Thank you! #14 + Drarry it is. And would totally have gone serious with this, so extra promptage, definitely keeping it light. Though possibly not quite the kind of fluff you had in mind? It’s possible that fluff is not my strong suit. Still, hope you enjoy!

14. things you said after you kissed me


On the Side, Please

“I’m so sorry.” Draco slapped a hand over his lips as soon as they left Harry’s.

“You are?” Harry looked like someone had sat on his pygmy puff.

“I didn’t mean it, I never would’ve–”

“You wouldn’t?” Or possibly his crup.

“You must think I”m such an arse.”

“No!” Harry flushed and lowered his voice. “No, not at all. Just didn’t know you thought I was.”

“What? What are you on about?”

“You just said.” Harry knit his brow. “You wouldn’t have kissed me.”

“What?”

The crease on Harry’s forehead deepened. “You said you didn’t mean it? You never would have? I just- I misunderstood some things, obviously, and I should’ve asked first and, oh, Godric. Can we just forget this ever happened?”

“No!”

Harry was startled by Draco’s vehemence. “Please? If I really, really promise that being embarrassingly wrong once is enough?”

“It’s not– I didn’t–” Draco scrambled for words, to no avail.

“Look, I’m just going to go. Shit. I’m sorry, and I hope we can just forget it and be friends, and I’m sorry I didn’t ask and I just…enjoy the rest of your lunch, and I’ll give you some space.”

Harry turned to leave and panic rose in Draco’s chest. He wouldn’t let Harry go, not after a kiss like that.

“ONIONS!”

Harry stalled, but kept walking.

“HARRY! ONIONS!”

He froze that time, but didn’t turn.

Draco jogged after him. “And peppers! Just - wait!” He had never been more grateful for the years of Quidditch training he’d put behind him than when he caught up with Harry and had breath left over to speak. Even if he had to cover his mouth while he did it. “Ihfnonsanprps.”

“What?” Harry blinked.

Draco moved his hand off of his mouth, though kept it securely between them. “I. Had. Onions. And. Peppers. For lunch. Greg convinced me to try something new and it had onions and peppers and you must’ve..you’ll never want to kiss me again after that, I’m sure, but for the record, I was only apologizing because that can’t have been pleasant. Not because I didn’t want you to kiss me.”

“Oh.” Harry blinked again. “Onions and Peppers? Was this the new sandwich thing?”

“Yes?”

“Ah.” Harry smiled. “Would this be a good time to mention that Ron convinced me to try that too?”

Draco’s jaw dropped. A moment later, so did his hand. “He did?”

“Yeah. I guess I didn’t even think twice about it. And, um, you said it wasn’t because you didn’t want me to kiss you, and I’ve been thinking, I didn’t not want you to kiss me, too, and you were there and…”

“You didn’t even think twice about it.”

“Err, yeah.” Harry ruffled the back of his hair. “Guess that makes me the bad kisser, huh?”

“Well,” Draco said, “I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Not exactly. But I might’ve been a bit preoccupied with my own onions and peppers to be entirely focused.”

“But if we both have onions and peppers…”

“We could probably focus.”

Harry grinned. “Next time we should go for garlic, too.”

“Harry?” Draco said, ‘next time’ already running through his head on repeat.

“Yeah?”

Draco took a step closer.

Next time, he thought,next time, next time, next time. “That’s a terrible plan.”

“Got a better one?”

Draco grinned. “Stop talking and find out.”

“It's detachable, Cas!  I'm supposed to grab it.”

I just needed something cute right now.

The difference between me and other people is that they all walk around with onion skins wrapped around them. Pre-meditations, pretentions, the faces that they present to the world, the faces that they present to themselves.. onion skins that come in layer after layer. They’re on the inside of all that. And I… I am the inside of the onion skin walking around. I am only me.
—  ― C. JoyBell C.