#the straw that broke the camels back like im so scared all the time that i just keep crying bevauae im sorry for what ive done vefore ive

[mysimsyuri]

ok im just putting this here cuz its Technically lore for my self.ship au but it doesnt. revolve around my si. i just had a Very vivid image while high the other day and i need to get the lore Out of my head lest i explode and die

ok so listen to me listen hear me out cmere listennnn: sha.wn spe.ncer dysphoria.

ive Mentioned that i hc him as nb but i think he only realizes in canon like,, after the show maybe . HOWEVER videos prescence definitely changes a Lot including shawns gender >:]c

so in my au shawn tells jules he isnt psychic a Lot sooner so what happens in deez nups (thanks episode titles) goes Very differently ! mainly in that there isnt rlly,, a fight ?

like ok. the entire time shawn is a Bachelor hes at a Bachelors Party and hes a Guy and hes wearing a suit that feels like its choking him and his dad is having a talk with him about being a Spencer Man and not continuing the cycle. the entire day shawns been having this,,, feeling that Wont go away and all of this only serves to make him feel worse.

so he chugs the prosecco and comes back to jules, and just sits there kinda miserable while she talks. she notices theres smth not right w him and tries her best to pry it out of him, but he just. cant. she goes on abt how if he rlly doesnt wanna tell her he doesnt have to, but that she Does love him and he can always come to her for anything. things have been changing a lot recently, what with marlowe and lassie and rachael and gus, but she assures him that they all still love him, and that hell always be their boyfriend-

shawn breaks at that and as jules tries to figure out what she said that went wrong, shawn tells her that gus will want to dance w her, and he leaves the party early.

then in right turn or left for dead shawn kinda,, avoids jules.

(shawn knows by this point that shes trans. theyve known video for years and while vids made a couple jokes abt shawn being nonbinary (mostly spurred on by shawn saying out of pocket things abt gender) they never like,, made her feel like she had to be anything. shawn appreciates it but now she wishes shed asked for help because oh god,,, she wants to get to know herself better and actually feel comfortable in her own skin but she is Terrified that jules and lassie and gus are going to leave her. shes known gus her whole life and the change might be the straw that broke the camels back, lassie is. well. lassie, and jules... shawn wants to Marry jules, as much as That thought scares her. shes sure shes the one and the idea of her leaving Hurts.)

so shawns out here concussed, dysphoric as all hell, covered in blood, and preemptively heartbroken. havin a time!

they dream of a scenario where the night had gone differently, where theyd told jules and shed been incredibly supportive. the girl is dead, sure, but hey, shawn can be nonbinary!

jules, on the other hand, is trying to talk to shawn but they keep avoiding her and she doesnt know why. she thinks they might want to break up with her, which hurts like hell, but if thats what they want, who is she to stop them? if only theyd Tell her.

so after the case is solved and jules saves shawn, she all but Drags them home to actually talk.

jules just straight up tells them: shawn, if you want to break up with me, do it. its okay.

and shawn just,,, breaks down Sobbing. they tell her Everything, how scared they are of losing her and how Awful theyve been feeling and aaagh. they say that they go aaagh

but jules scoops them up in her arms and assures them she wont leave them,, she loves them sososo much gender and all :'] <3

aaaurgh they make me happy. i hate how seasons 7 did them (NOT THAT I HATED THE BREAKUP IT WAS SOOOO GOOD BUT LIKE. i hated how shawn acted afterward,, season 6 and onward has Not been it for characterizations at all i fucking hate it)

ok gush sesh over more lore: idk how the rest of the episodes breakup era would go considering theyre together in my au but erm,, w jules and videos help (she comes out to vid next whos like "i knew,, but im proud of you ily") shawn comes out to everyone else and tries out new pronouns and expressions and a teehee :]] theyre all so happy and trans and gay and its great

[metfell]

So, I know lnm fucked up by not telling tubbolul about the experiment, especially after everything they talked about. Going behind his back like that and risking himself…

But, you’ve done such a great job showing how terrified of himself he is, how hard it is to think rationally when that fear takes over, and I can’t help but sympathize with them. c!Dream fucked with him, mentally and biologically, and he’s not only suffering the consequences of his own actions, but also what was done to him in his past, most likely against his will. They were so scared that it drove them to… this. He was so scared of hurting his loved ones that wound up unintentionally hurting them anyway. And she still hasn’t gotten the chance to really process what she remembered

I don’t blame tubbolul for being upset, but I also feel really bad for lnm too? I just want to give her a hug. And also tell her to stop being so fucking stupid

then ive done a great job at writing cranboo tbh! when looking at how to write stuff with cranboo, i think its pretty important to make people torn on how to feel about his actions. because like you said, you can understand why he did what he did. you can feel how scared he is, and how he wants to protect everyone. and then you can look at him and go "but this aint the way man..."

this arc is also addressing a lot of past beeduo arguments in bedrockverse, because tubbo has forgiven ranboo A Lot. he has every right to be upset. and i dont blame lul at all for saying "fuck this" and leaving for a while.

latenightminings now gotta deal with not only his past as in the memories hes getting back, but also his past as in the consequences of every time hes broken tubbos trust. straw that broke the camels back but instead its giant meteor that blew the entire camel the fuck up.

also im glad people are finding the stuff with c!dream believable. thats been my second biggest fear when planning this. we're not done learning about those experiments yet either so uhhh look forward? to that? or be terrified of that LOL

[the-jackals]

Just saw the post about how parents freaking out at their kids will scar the kids while they won’t even remember the incident, and it reminded me of my brother and I but I didn’t want to hijack the post.

There’s so many things my brother has done and said to me as kids. One time when I was about eight, I went sobbing to my father because my brother said something especially cruel to me. It was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. He had shoved me down the stairs earlier that week and twisted my ankle so badly my parents had it splinted and I couldn’t walk on it for three days.

My parents both sat him down and told him that he needed to stop treating me like garbage. That he treated the dog like more of a person than he ever did me, and they were tired of his attitude towards me too. He was maybe fourteen at the time; there’s a six year gap between us.

I remember crying through that whole conversation and sobbing progressively louder, because my mother and father were just machine gun firing all the awful things they knew he’d said and done to me. I was inconsolable. That day I just figured my brother hated me. I loved him so much and wanted to be as great and cool as him and he hated me. Loathed me. Couldn’t stand the sight or sound of me.

So when he stood up to bullies for me two years later I didn’t understand and was scared.

Years later, when I was maybe nineteen, i tried to talk to him. It was Christmas Eve and I’d gotten into an argument with my then-boyfriend and, crying and not sure who else to turn to, I thought maybe I could try talking to my brother. I wanted so badly to have the same relationship with him that my friends had with their siblings. But when I opened up about the fact that I was depressed, he told me to “make like a bridge and get over it”, and couldn’t I just not be selfish for once and swallow my bullshit so we could all have a nice holiday?

He doesn’t remember any of the above. I do, though. Every time he shows any affection—which is so rare I couldn’t tell you the last time—I was always scared. Was it a prank? Would I get seriously injured again?

Im thirty years old and I’m still struggling with coming to terms with the relationship I have with my brother—or lack thereof. When he called me annoying this past Christmas and laughed about it, I don’t know. Something inside me broke a little.

You don’t have to love your siblings but for the love of god don’t treat them like subhumans, especially if you’re older by more than a handful of years. That shit follows us.

[scithemodestmermaid]

im in my thirties and just now starting to wonder if i actually DO want to get married.

my niece has a boyfriend who actually treats her right. that's great, except she's constantly bringing him over or constantly spending all day with him. they're always hugging and laughing and holding hands. i should be happy about it but instead i find myself rolling my eyes and thinking how ridiculous it all is. "how can she find the time and energy to constantly be around him?" i think.

then i remember that when people get married, they're usually constantly around each other. so she's actually being normal right now by wanting to be around a guy she likes. and i'm being abnormal by gagging at the thought of being constantly around a guy i'd like.

im also starting to dredge up and sort through memories of that relationship i had back in the summer. i didnt want to be around him. i didnt want him touching me to looking at me the way he did. i was a nervous wreck on every date, and not in the twitterpated way. it was more like a "im scared for my life" way. him lying to me about how many kids he had was the straw that broke the camel's back. i never wanted to be constantly around him. i never even wanted to bring him home once.

how much of that was me picking up bad vibes from him? and how much of that was me being just that antisocial?

my whole life has been me wanting to get married because everyone gets married*. i've sat back and watched everyone else pair off and waited to find my match (or heck, A match) for so long. now - after ALL THESE YEARS - im analyzing myself, my summer fling, and this relationship i see my niece in and im wondering if thats even the life for me.

so anyway, those are the thoughts storming my head today.

*i know that lifelong singleness does happen and is a valid state of existence, but its really rare in my hometown NOT to get married right out of high school (and sometimes i get concerned looks from people who realize i've been single my whole life; the guy i dated was completely gobsmacked to an uncomfortable degree when i told him he was my first relationship, which is another reason he made me unconfortable i guess) so my perception is skewed.

[daydreamersneverdie]

A guy I met off of grinder and that I've been seeing recently I'm almost certain, has lied about his age to me. He said he was 25, his profile said he was 25, (i was 18 when we first met, we both have december b days and both of ours just passed.) It was actually his birthday passing that made ne realize the weird story of his age didn't match up. His Facebook says he was born in 94. Its on the end of his sc user, now i only have his number, i dont have him on any socials as he says he doesnt use them, but it shows up in my suggested contacts area. Now him being born in 94 makes him 29 instead. I do not understand why he lied to me about this unless there is something bigger this lie is covering up? But this sint the first red flag, teh first time we did anything i tried to make him wear a condom and after a few pumps he slipped it off bc he said it was too tight. So I think this is the straw that broke the camels back. I don't want to see him again but first I need to take a pregnancy test to make sure im all good before i end it with him. What I don't understand is why? And what am I supposed to do about this? I'm pretty certain I should break things off with him but I wouldn't really know how to go about that, obviously not in private, I'm not looking to get murdered lol.

Any advice on what to do, be that confronting him in an impolite manner, asking to see his I'd, is that too far? Should it be in a more personal setting? And if so would I be wrong for arming myself in case he tried to hurt me? Is it wrong of me to be scared of him? Why would he lie about something so stupid like this? I dont get it.

Tl;Dr: the guy I've been seeing in a fwb situation is probably lying to me about his age bit I don't know how/if I should confront him or just break things off.

[talesofthementallyill]

June 4, 2023

Not sure why but I have decided to start a blog/public journal/whatever this turns into but mostly imma just write whatever i feel like and that's that. So first things first (I'm the realest) lately has been a lot to deal with. My partner's truck went kaput and now i'm having to drive everywhere (major vom alert if you knew me) even worse I had to drive to DI saturday and it was kinda scary and i got a lil dizzy but we made it to and fro in one piece. Speaking of the DI trip I thought i was bad about the water but boy I practically had to DRAG my partner out of it. OMFG but honestly it maybe made me love him even more. Like at least now I know if I ever wanna go to the beach he will no doubt go with me. On the other hand though going to the beach made me sad because I went with my bsf and she has a baby and so she didn't really get in the water because she was having to cater to him and that no doubt is another reason I'm getting my tubes removed asap i do not wanna be held back in life and that's all i see children are they hold you back from being your happiest you wanna go out ope gotta drag this parasite with you like no ma'am no sir no fucking thank you but it made me sad because i remember when i would visit before moving and boy were we wild in the water; we would fight waves like no other and we would be like chest deep in the water digging in the sand for shells (but lemme be real with you chief i would i would just stand there holding on for dear life i was what the kids called supporting cast) and now that shes a mom we cant do that anymore and even worse is shes most likely moving after the summer and i have no one but my partner when she leaves. I've tried finding other friends and i had one for a few months but omfg i hated her she was obnoxious and the straw that pretty much broke the camels back was she was trying to pet one of our hamster despite the fact i told her hes not a touchy pet we just feed them water them and look at them and even worse when she reached in he screamed (did you know hamsters scream when theyr'e scared?) and she thought it was sooo funny she HAD to snapchat it to friends so she made him scream not one not two but like six fucking times im truly amazed and bewildered as to him surviving and she hasn't been allowed over since and i have seen her once since then and she guilted me into bringing her food and even sent me money despite the fact i told her no and then ONLY reason i stayed her friend is cause she had my very first ever piece and i wanted it back before i ghosted her so that last time i got it then i have been ghosting her since and i feel NOTHING. No guilt. No regret. Nothing She traumatized one of my animals and despite the fact i've never really loved on him hes one of my babies.

Wow this is a novel good luck to the zero people that read it

[autismking]

i called the customer service line (doesn’t go to the actual walmart i ordered from) and they were like yeah idk it’ll probably be delivered tomorrow and im like. Ok 1, i have to work tomorrow. and you can’t give me a time that it will be delivered so it’s probably going to sit on my doorstep for hours, and 2, i stayed up 45 minutes later than i normally would for it to just not come at all. i have sleep issues so i have to go to bed early or i won’t function the next day. idk like maybe im hyperfocusing here but this is kind of the straw that broke the camels back lol like im having a hard fucking time out here completely alone working longer hours than ive ever worked in my life just trying to fucking survive and im exhausted and im angry and im overwhelmed and im scared and im lonely and im stressed and im frustrated. and i pay extra to have this shit delivered to me since i don’t have a car and literally cannot get to the grocery store and it doesn’t fucking show up. im gonna delete this im just fucking angry and about to start crying and no one is awake to talk to and who would listen anyways

it is almost 10pm and no one is answering the walmart phone. lmao

[bistaxx]

i hope you don’t mind me rambling in your inbox!! no pressure to respond <3 but your c!q manberg takes are so true…. im an avid manberg-era lover almost Exclusively because of big q because. he just cares so much. he proved again and again that he put manberg first in his mind but he tried his best to keep the people he loved too and i really do think he wanted schlatt to work out up until the white house!! he just doesn’t give up on anything easily you know

he wasn’t there for l’manberg’s establishment he didn’t experience any of the highs and lows of the war or develop bonds during it but he still Cared :( he tried to protect tubbo from schlatt even though he was just as scared of what schlatt might do as everyone else (if not more), he stuck by wilbur in pogtopia even though he knew wilbur was just getting worse, n he stuck by schlatt up until the white house where schlatt proved irrefutably that he really didn’t care abt what quackity wanted at all, and even worse, he didn’t care about what was best for manberg, and that was just the straw that broke the camels back, u know

like. he’s not stupid. quackity even before the butcher army could be scathing and analytical and he is at heart a politician in the same way wilbur is (which is smth wilbur actively acknowledges), he knew what schlatt was doing was fucked but he also tried to hold onto the hope that he could maybe fix it. and when he realised that it wasn’t going to happen— that he truly didn’t marry the man he thought he did— he took immediate action. a naive person’s first course of action upon being disillusioned isn’t Murder— that’s the sort of thing only someone who’s angry and bitter and Sick Of This Shit does!!

like. hope is not something that comes easy to quackity because there’s no reason for him to have it! hope is a thing he claws his way to with bloodied and bandaged hands and no safety net beneath him and it’s never worth it, not really. and he hopes less, now, but you can still see it, in how he fosters his relationships with tommy and slime and keeps the wedding chapel in las nevadas even though there’s no one around to use it. and yet still, hope, always and despite and because.

anyways stan c!quackity i guess *holds him gently like burger*

No feel free to ramble- you get it so much!!! I love his character so much and I feel Manberg showcases so many of his traits so well- He's keen and driven but he's also an emotional- at times even reactionary fellow who cares a lot and it's so clear in so many of his actions good and bad- it makes what happens to him in Manberg hurt so much more, he wanted to make it work so much... Like he wasn't super naïve but he just wanted to be a part of L'manburg, genuinely, he loved that place! And he wanted to be a part of it, to call it home! But all he got was empty promises, a figure-head title that meant nothing, and a fucked up damaged sense of self-esteem curtesy of the man he thought he was gonna have a future with- he tried to bear it and keep on pushing forward but eventually he just couldn't take it anymore, because Schlatt did not feel the same as him and that could not be changed as much as he wished otherwise.

Post-Manberg c!Q survived with a lot of his traits still mostly in tact, he's still a very clever politician type, still very active and always moving and spends as much time doing as he does planning and thinking, and as much as he tries to pretend otherwise he is still very much a man who cares about so much especially those close to him! But despite these consistencies there is something about c!Q in New L'manberg that is just different then the c!Q during Manberg, colder.

There was a bright optimistic spark that died with Manberg I feel, died in that White House perhaps... you don't survive what he went through without losing that, and that spark will never come back. I think he can heal, and I believe he will get a happy ending of some sort where he's able to be successful and happy with himself and a home- but he's never gonna be who he was before Manberg. Maybe c!Quackity views that as a lesson, but I think it's more of a tragedy...

But like you said though, while that optimism may be gone it's that love in him that seems to be unable to be snuffed out, he tells himself 'Las Nevadas' has no place for emotions' and yet we see how much he still cares for Tommy and Slime and Tubbo- It's just so intrinsic to who he is! Even when the world's against him he's still gonna fight- because he cares and that's all that matters! It's gotten him hurt before and lead him down the wrong path at times, but it's also his biggest redeeming and most important quality and makes his other traits shine so much more- Hope can be a scary thing but he still cares too much to just give in easily-

Yeag... He's jsut- my little patito 💛💛💛💛!

[sixtyeightdays]

Timinette social media or timinette with being underappreciated?

i am so sorry this took so long but i hope you like this! :)

i kind of strayed off topic a little and its a little mess so im sorry for that but i hope this is okay

this will have some bruce bashing so uh yeah 

theres also tim and jason brotherly bonding because i am a sucker for brotherly bonding fics.

also, tim, mari, chloe (basically the parisian folks) are 16. jason is 19, dick is 23, and damian 13.

-

Timothy Drake Wayne had had his issues with his own self worth before.

Unlike everyone else in the family, he hadn’t been born into the family, or even been chosen to be part of it. This did sometimes result in a severe drop in Tim’s confidence levels, but he always managed to bring it back up.

Eventually, Tim found that the best way to deal with it was just to accept it. Not act out on it or anything. No, it was best to just accept it and be on his way.

At first, he had fought the unwanted thoughts invading his head, but appointing him as CEO of Wayne Enterprises had been the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

If they didn’t want me in the family, why would they make me CEO of Wayne Enterprises? Tim thought.

But then it pushed itself into Tim’s mind.

Because they don’t want you at the manor.

Tim shoved the thought away and shook his head, looking out the plane window.

Just.. accept it. There’s nothing he could to but accept it. He had no one to talk to either.

Damian would probably jeer at him and call him a weakling. Tim didn’t really need that. Bratty little 13 year old, that one. Besides, Damian wouldn’t care about it anyway, probably just tattle on him in hopes of getting Red Robin benched permanently.

He had contemplated talking to Dick about it for a while. After all, Dick was the ever so helpful Golden Boy. But then he decided against it. Of everyone in the family, Tim would never expect Dick of all people to understand issues with self worth. Dick was told very often that he was loved, wanted. Dick would probably tell Bruce anyway, and that was the last thing Tim wanted.

Jason.. well he was busy. He was always busy. Regardless of how his and Jason’s relationship had drastically improved, he wasn’t ready to open up about this. Don’t get him wrong, Tim was glad that he and his old hero had started to make amends, and now Jason had barely any qualms in calling Tim his brother, and that he could call him whenever he wanted. It made a rush of warmth erupt in his chest whenever he heard it.

But, he just didn’t feel ready to talk to him about it. To anyone about it.

Now, it was Monday morning and he was on his way to Paris in the Wayne company jet, because some rich designer named Gabriel Agreste requested some sort of business partnership.

There was also a designer called MDC that Tim was very interested in meeting. He was a huge fan of her work. He had checked out her website and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of her work, especially since she had no employees and made everything herself.

The fact that she was Jagged Stone’s honorary niece had also contributed to Tim wanting to commission a MDC original.

He had contacted her a before the plane left, and lucky for him, she had decided to meet him at his hotel on Thursday after lunch to discuss and take measurements

It was partially why when Bruce asked him to go to Paris, he didn’t fuss. He didn’t even protest about how being in Paris would affect Red Robin’s patrol. He had just nodded and left.

It had been a very last minute decision, and he hadn’t even had time to tell Jason about it. He had left a few hours after Bruce told him about it.

Tim sighed, leaning his head against the cool window of the plane, taking a sip from the coffee mug he held in his hands.

He admittedly zoned out for the rest of the journey, but in his defense, there was only an hour left on that flight anyway.

Stepping off the plane with his baggage, he made his way to the exits and after checking out of the airport, hailed a cab to bring him to his hotel, Le Grande Paris.

He may or may not have also zoned out on his 15 minute long ride to the hotel. Tim felt bad for the very nice taxi driver whom he had ignored, and gave him a very generous tip. After all, it wasn’t like he needed the money.

Judging from the wide eyed and awed glance the driver shot him as he left, the driver appreciated it very much.

Walking into the hotel lobby, checking in and waiting for the room key to be given to him, Tim already knew he was going to turn down Gabriel’s offer.

His research had shown that Gabriel was a recluse and hadn’t left his house in years. His assistant, one Nathalie Sancouer went on appointments with him on a call. He was also seemingly cold to his only son, which didn’t fly well with Tim, especially since the son was the same age as him.

He was expected to finish more work in Paris, especially since there was no rogues to disrupt anything.  

He was not expecting a petite bluenette to crash into him and change his outlook on life.

The girl who bumped into him blushed profusely and apologised while two blondes, a girl and a boy laughed behind her.

She shot the two a playfully stern look, narrowing her eyes. Her eyes had the same glint Selina had when she saw Bruce. Playful, yet deadly. It was amazing how fast the blondes shut up.

“I’m Tim.” He shook Marinette’s hand, slightly charmed by the blushing girl.

“I’m Marinette. Are you checking in? I can escort you to your room. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

Tim was startled. Marinette did not seem to have any idea that she was talking to CEO of WE. She was talking to him like he was Tim. Just Tim. He was intrigued by the girl. The way she said her sentence, she wasn’t boasting or showing off, she was stating a mere fact out of politeness and the kindness of her heart.

You don’t see that around much anymore, Tim mused. It was like a breath of fresh air.

He nodded in acceptance and showed her the room number on the key that he was given before she had bumped into him. Her eyes widened.

“Well, looks like you’re on the floor I was already going to. Chloe lives here. Her father runs the hotel, and all the penthouses are on the same floor.” Marinette waved her hand at the blonde girl who was laughing earlier.

The girl stuck out a hand. “My name’s Chloe, the pleasure’s all yours.”

Tim’s lips curved into a smile as he shook her hand. “I’m Tim.”

Chloe pointed to the boy next to her. “That’s Adrien.”

Tim recognised him. He was that Agreste boy. The son of Gabriel Agreste, who he was supposed to meet on Thursday. Tim vaguely wondered if Adrien was going to be there for the meeting.

Tim didn’t like it when people announced out loud that he was a Wayne. So he didn’t do that to Adrien. Tim just shook his hand with a smile. Adrien smiled back, and Tim could see that gratitude in his eyes.

Tim nodded and his mind drifted to Marinette. She seemed rather nice, and she didn’t seem like the type of person to take advantage of rich kids. He decided to ive her the benefit of the doubt. Obviously, Chloe and Adrien trusted her, so he was willing to be open minded about this.

Besides, on the unlikely chance that she was trying to suck up to rich kids, Tim could very easily sue her, or at the very least, scare her off.

Marinette, Chloe and Adrien took the lift up with him, the four falling into an easy banter. Tim was very glad he had become fluent in French a few months prior to going on this trip.

Once they reached the outside of Tim’s suite, however, Marinette turned to Tim.

“Do you, maybe wanna join us after you put your things down?”

Tim grinned. “Why, I’d love to.”

-

It was the right thing to do. The four of them had a blast, and Tim knew now more than ever that Marinette genuinely liked the company of the two blondes and that she wasn’t just using them. He didn’t think she was, but it didn’t hurt to check.

They had hung out together, from that afternoon to late in the night, to around 9 maybe? Tim wasn’t sure. Tim felt a warm rush of joy flow throughout his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he had hung out with anyone that weren’t using him for his money or weren’t his family.

The four had become really close and the three Parisians probably knew more about Tim that his whole family did put together at this point.

Tim couldn’t remember the last time he had let loose so freely.

It was funny how it worked. Tim didn’t know why, but he had the comforting feeling that they could be trusted. Sure, they hadn’t known him for long, but he felt a sense of comfort with them, more comfortable than he’d ever felt with Bruce, hell, more than even Alfred.

Tim didn’t tell them all of his secrets, obviously, Red Robin being one of them. But it was okay. Unlike Bruce, who would research and pry into his business, Chloe, Marinette and Adrien shrugged it off.

“We’re all entitled to our own secrets.” Marinette had told him.

It made Tim wonder what kind of secrets the three were keeping, but he brushed it off. If he didn’t have to spill his secrets, the three didn’t either.

Eventually, night fell, but only Adrien left. Tim had looked to Marinette questioningly, and she just shrugged.

“His dad needs him back. I told Maman I was staying over with Chlo tonight. It’s not a school night after all.” She shrugged.

It was funny how much Tim trusted the three. He trusted them more than he trusted Bruce, at this point. Even if the trust he had in Bruce wasn't much to go on, it was surprising how easily the ex-Robin trusted the Parisians. But then again, life worked in strange ways, and this may have one of its strangest yet.

But Tim didn't protest. He rather liked the Parisians and like he's said, he trusted them. And from the looks they all gave him throughout the day, fulling of laughter and openness, he knew without a doubt that they trusted him too.

Among all three Parisians, Tim had bonded with Marinette the most.

Firstly, while the three were a formidable trio, Chloe and Adrien, it seemed, were childhood friends. They were extremely comfortable around each other, and it wasn’t like they were trying to leave Marinette out. They included her in everything they could, but the noirette occasionally bowed out and let the two friends do their thing.

Secondly, Tim was pretty sure that the two didn’t normally have so much childhood games. He was pretty sure they were making some of them up on the spot.

If Tim didn’t know better, he’d say Adrien and Chloe were trying to set him and Marinette up.

Marinette. The amazing little bluenette that crashed into him and changed his outlook on life.

Yes, he had only known her for less than a day, but they just clicked.

Marinette had tried not to, but it was obvious that her self esteem was at an all-time low, much like his. When Tim had asked Chloe and Adrien why when Marinette was in the bathroom, they had filled him in on how a girl named Lila at their school was bullying her and spouting lies about her.

“How bad are her lies?” Tim questioned.

“She saved Jagged Stone’s kitten from a airplane runway.” Chloe said.

Tim spit out his coffee.

“She misses months of school to be in Achu to work with Prince Ali for Go Green campaigns.” Adrien continued.

Tim didn’t know Achu or Prince Ali very well, but he was pretty sure the prince only did Helping Children Campaigns. He took a sip of his coffee.

“Her latest one? I was dating Damian Wayne, but he and his brother fought over me and now I’m dating Timothy Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises!” Chloe said the last part in a nasally, simpering tone that was obviously meant to be Lila’s voice.

Tim choked. Lila was 16! Damian was 13! Tim mentally filed a reminder to sue this Lila girl. Also, his love life was rather pathetic. He hadn’t dated since Stephanie. Lila’d would probably do a better job going after Jason if he weren’t with Roy. Wait, no. Jason didn’t like psychopaths. Or maybe he did, Tim wasn’t too sure.

“That was pretty accurate.” Adrien looked slightly impressed.

Tim shuddered. What kind of sicko had a voice like that?

Marinette had come out of the bathroom at that point, and all three of them effectively shut up. She looked concerned and asked Tim if he was okay and why he was so pale.

He shook his head. “I’m cool, cool, cool.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to be suave and Marinette laughed.

Tim’s expression softened at the melodic sound. Chloe and Adrien exchanged a look before smirking at Tim.

Marinette had subtly complimented him a lot over the span of a few hours, and Tim had felt his confidence level slowly rising. It made Marinette smile.

Tim had returned the favor, and by the end of the next day, he and Marinette had almost as many inside jokes as Adrien and Chloe did.

(Chloe had walked Adrien to the door, and Tim and Marinette had hid from Chloe in Tim’s suite, giggling at Chloe’s playful irateness.

Tim had a great time.

He had also managed to finish most of his work beforehand.

He, along with Chloe and Adrien, had gone to Marinette’s house on Wednesday, and the four of them had spent the whole day in a peaceful silence doing their work.

Chloe and Adrien had finished their school work early and had copied their work into Marinette’s workbook. Tim had smiled at the sight because he was rather happy that Marinette had friends who were willing to do this sort of thing for her.

Marinette had spent the whole day working on several commissions, sketching the designs and sewing them out. Tim had been shocked by how many different types of fabric the bluenette had in her closet. Chloe and Adrien had shot him a look that said “get used to it”.

Tim was pleasantly that no one had disturbed him while he was doing his work. they had all done their own work respectively, and even when they were done, like Chloe and Adrien, they had kept quiet and didn’t make any noise to disrupt Tim and Marinette, apart form their whispered chatter.

In Gotham, Tim would almost always be interrupted by rogue attacks or his brothers and father. It made it almost impossible to finish his work on time, and resulted in many overtimes and no sleep.

Marinette’s parents, a happy baker couple who’d persuaded Tim to call him Tom and Sabine instead of Mr and Mrs Dupain Cheng, had stocked them up with a steady supply of pastries and amazing coffee. It was probably expected, they did own a bakery after all.

Tim swore that the Dupain Chengs’ pastries could rival Alfred’s.

While Tim was looking at Marinette work, he was taken aback by her efficiency and quality of her sewing. Normally, one jacket would take a day to make, including handmade embroidery. Marinette had done it within two hours from scratch.

Tim was tempted to commission her, but it seemed that her plate was already full, so he didn’t. Either way, he had come to meet with Gabriel Agreste and possibly MDC.

When they were all done with their work, after spending practically the whole day in Marinette’s room from 9 in the morning to 6 in the evening, they decided to go get dinner.

Tom and Sabine bid them goodbye heartily before turning to their customers and pulling a tray out of the oven.

Tim had met Chloe and Adrien’s significant others. A rather cold girl named Kagami, and chill looking boy named Luka. (Tim thought that Kagami and Chloe, and Luka and Adrien suited each other and balanced out perfectly.)

Originally, Tim had thought that Luka was dating Marinette. After Luka had hugged Adrien, he had turned to Marinette and called her ‘his Melody’. It didn’t help that she called him ‘her Harmony’.

Tim totally did not feel jealous.

But then Marinette groaned and nudged Tim in the ribs. “I guess we’re fifth wheeling.”

“Aren’t you dating Luka?” He pointed to the green haired boy.

Chloe and Adrien clutched their stomachs, laughing, while Kagami and Luka smiled. “Nope. Mari-hime is single.’’ Tim swore the fencer stared into his soul.

Tim was not afraid to admit that Kagami scared him more than the Joker did. Okay, maybe the Joker was a far stretch. Killer Croc or Two-Face maybe.

Luka leaned down and gave Adrien a peck on the lips. The model blushed and Luka grinned, exposing two slightly sharp canines, much like a snake’s.

It was currently mid November, so it was pretty cold. But Tim didn’t see why Mari was wearing a layer of heattech, a long-sleeved sweatshirt, a hoodie, and her winter coat, plus her hat, earmuffs and gloves.

She looked like a puffy marshmallow. A very pink, cute marshmallow.

Luka had shot him a ‘it’s better not to ask’ look and Tim wisely kept quiet.

They had a great time at dinner. Tim and Mari had an amazing time. Tim wasn’t entirely sure about the others, he was too busy paying attention to Mari.

The crinkle of her eyes when she smiled, the red flush from the cold dusting over her freckles lightly, the bluebell colour of her eyes.

He didn’t notice the ‘he’s so whipped’ looks from everyone else. Luka shrugged.

“Well who doesn’t like Melody once they meet her?”

Everyone else shrugged. “Fair point.” Chloe muttered, burying her head in the crook of Kagami’s neck.

Suddenly, screams broke out from nearby. Marinette immediately ceased talking and whipped around to face her friends. Tim looked very confused at her actions but looked worriedly to where the screams were coming from.

Suddenly, the floor rumbled and they all looked up to see baby August, who had been akumatised into Gigantitan again.

Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Luka and Kagami immediately herded Tim back to Mari’s house, where they hastily climbed up the stairs to the loft.

“Tim, stay here.” Kagami ordered.

“What is this?” Tim couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s an akuma attack.” Chloe shrugged, looking not at all fazed.

Actually, Tim noticed, none of them looked fazed in the slightest.

“This is maybe August’s 7th time getting akumatised?” Luka said. “He’s relatively harmless though. It happens a lot.”

“Wait, where’s Marinette and Adrien?” Tim questioned, suddenly noticing that they were missing.

Kagami, Luka and Adrien exchanged a glance. “They’ll be fine.” Chloe waved offhandedly, logging into Marinette’s computer to turn on the live news from Nadja Chamack.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A pink haired lady was standing abnormally close to where Gigantitan was. Tim felt slightly worried for her.

“I’m Nadja Chamack, and we’re here at another akuma attack. It seems to be just baby August, however, so don’t worry. Ladybug and Chat will be here soon enough!”

Tim was appalled at the lengths this woman was seemingly willing to go to to get the scoop.

Noticing his expression, Luka smiled. “Don’t worry, Tim. She’ll be fine.”

“How do you know that?” If Tim let this happen, he was very sure that Bruce would murder him for a) getting that lady killed b) not helping. “I have to help!”

Chloe pushed him back into the chair where he was attempting to rise. “Sit down.” She ordered.

Tim didn’t want to, but he was interrupted by Nadja speaking again.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are on the scene!” The camera view zoomed into a pigtailed girl in red and black spandex with a blonde boy in a leather catsuit. Tim vaguely wondered if he was Selina’s kid.

Tim’s eyes almost fell out of his head when he saw the two of them run up the side of the Eiffel Tower, with no grappling hook, no vault, nothing, before flipping off of it like a well oiled machine.

It was obvious that the two trusted each other to a deadly extent. They worked like two parts of a whole piece. 

August swatted Ladybug away with a wave of his hand, flinging her into the Eiffel Tower so hard it dented.

Panic seized Tim’s stomach when Nadja Chamack was trampled on by August, effectively crushing her. When August lifted his foot, Tim looked away.

Chloe, Kagami and Luka did not look fazed, and Tim wondered why, before standing up again. Chloe pushed him back down.

“She’ll be fine, relax. All of Paris have probably died at least, what, 9 times?” Kagami stated, crossing her arms. She levelled Tim with a steely glare and Tim cowered in his seat.

How did the League not know about this?

Suddenly, the person holding the camera cheered, as swarms of Ladybugs flew everywhere, fixing damages. Tim noted with relief that Nadja had reappeared in front of the camera, looking slightly confused but otherwise fine.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Tim staggered to the bathroom, and right when he was about to puke, two thuds landed behind him. Tim could see a green and pink light flash and he turned around to see what it was.

He was just in time to see Ladybug and Chat Noir detransform, leaving Adrien and Marinette, looking stunned.

That was it for Tim, he hurled.

And Marinette was there, brushing his hair out of his face and holding the back of his shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. Adrien had edged out of the room, while an unfamiliar voice was chortling.

When Tim was done, he washed his mouth with shaky hands, and Marinette looked at him sympathetically and with a slight trace of fear. It was almost undetectable, but Tim had spent enough time with Cass to know when someone was scared, no matter how she tried to hide it.

Tim didn’t want Marinette to feel scared of him. He wanted her to feel safe around him. He shakily spun and engulfed her in his arms. Her body relaxed tremendously as she hugged him back.

He was taller than her by a only few inches, so Marinette’s head was comfortably buried in Tim’s chest. Tim was thankful that none of his vomit had gotten on his shirt.

“I like you, Mari. So, so much.” Tim confessed.

The bluenette he was holding wiggled in his arms, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

“I like you too, Tim.” Her quiet voice broke into Tim’s train of thoughts as he panicked.

“I know, you probably don’t like me back but-- wait, what? You like me too?” Tim knew his voice had cracked but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I do.” Marinette confirmed, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Tim’s face flushed and Mari giggled.

“Does that mean you wanna--?” Tim blushed even more.

“Yes.” Marinette was obviously enjoying the way Tim was suffering right now.

“So.. it’s official?” Tim asked hopefully, looping his hand with Marinette’s.

“It’s official.” She grinned.

Adrien had interrupted them at that point, and after Tim changed into one of Marinette’s designs, a black, long sleeved shirt with ladybugs at the side, she and Adrien had explained about the miraculouses.

Chloe, Kagami and Luka revealed that they were also miraculous holders, but they were temporary heroes, even if they got to keep the miraculous on hand.

Marinette and Adrien were joint Guardians of the Miraculous, and they were something called true holders. The Ladybug and Chat miraculous were two halves of a whole, Adrien had explained. He and Mari were also the only permanent miraculous users chosen by the previous guardian, while Chloe, Kagami and Luka were chosen by Marinette.

Tim was then introduced to the some of the kwamis (Pollen, Tikki, Plagg, Sass and Longg), who referred to Marinette and Adrien as Guardians.

Tikki referred to Marinette as Mari, Plagg referred to her as Pigtails. Tikki referred to Adrien as Adrien, and Plagg referred to him as ‘kid’. It didn’t take a genius to know who wore the pants in their relationship.

Then, Marinette and Tim’s newborn relationship was brought to light, and Tim was sufficiently scared from the shovel talks given by the Parisians, as well as the kwamis. Marinette had laughed at him, and he had pouted for the rest of the night.

“I wield the power of Destruction in my hands so if you hurt Pigtails, I’ll cataclysm you. I sank Atlantis, so don’t try me.” Plagg’d scornfully stated.

Marinette had berated him and told him that Plagg really needed to stop sounding so proud that he sunk Atlantis, while Tim went pale and was reminded of his secret.

“Uh. Guys? I have to tell you something.” Tim wrung his hands together nervously. “You know how in Gotham, there are vigilantes?”

They nodded.

“I’m.. one of them? I’m Red Robin.” Tim squeaked.

There was silence, but then everyone, bar Marinette and Kagami burst into laughter.

“Only you, Melody, could create a love square with only two people and still somehow fall in love with a superhero.”

Mari flushed and Tim looked confused. “Who..?”

Everyone pointed to Adrien. He shrugged.

“M’Lady and I are soulmates.” He winked, intertwining his and Marinette’s hands.

“But we’re platonic soulmates.” Adrien dramatically let go of Marinettte’s hand. “Adrien had a crush on Ladybug. Marinette had a crush on Adrien.” He explained further.

Realisation dawned on Tim and he fell back into Marinette’s lap as she groaned at the way Adrien worded it.

“You suck.” She deadpanned.

Adrien had the gall to grin at her. “I’m also the one you share a soul with.”

She rolled her eyes.

Everyone had a nice laugh, but they all fell asleep rather quickly. It had been an emotionally and physically exhausting day for all of them.

The next day was Tim’d meeting with Gabriel Agreste. Tim wasn’t sure if the others knew he was Bruce Wayne’s son, but he figured if they didn’t he may as well surprise them.

So Tim left a note for them, and left 15 minutes prior to the meeting at 9, leaving the his friends in Marinette’s room.

hey guys, i have a business meeting at 9. i’ll come back as soon as i’m done, which will be 10? latest. i’ll probably be back before you guys wake up. i hope i will. bye for now. see u mari <3 love, tim.

His friends. Tim’s heart warmed. This was the first time he had made friends that weren’t his family, or superhero buddies.

Tim arrived at Agreste Manor at 9 on the dot, ringing the doorbell.  An electronic camera shot out from the wall and Tim jumped.

The person behind the camera opened the gate, and a buff man escorted him into the Manor, where Gabriel was waiting.

He was standing at the top of the steps, looking down at Tim. He inclined his head, and Tim followed the elder Agreste into his office.

The meeting went faster than expected. Tim had been expecting Gabriel to persuade him, but he had let Tim go. Instead of the half an hour meeting Tim was expecting,it was only twenty minutes.

Gabriel had offered a partnership with the Waynes in which he’d design for them, and they’d sponsor him. Tim had politely declined, and Gabriel looked slightly put out, waving to the buff man to escort him out.

Adrien had walked into the manor as soon as Tim reached the center of the room. Adrien stopped short.

“Tim? What are you doing here?”

Tim pointed to behind him, where Gabriel’s office was. “Business meeting.” He repeated, and waited for Adrien to connect the dots.

His eyes widened. “You’re Timothy Drake? CEO of Wayne Enterprises?”

Tim nodded. Adrien’s eyes widened before he smirked. “Have you told Mari?”

“I was gonna tell her today.”

“Nah, she has a meeting at like 2, with a client.”  

Tim frowned, but then shrugged. “I’ll tell her before.” He decided. “I have a meeting at 2 too.”

Adrien nodded and smiled. “Treat her right.” He said, before entering his room.

Tim smiled, even after Adrien was out of sight. “I will.”

-

Tim had a few hours before his meeting with MDC. He made his way back to the bakery, where he was greeted with a peck on the cheek by Marinette.

“Chloe went back to the hotel, Harmony and Gami have school, and Adrien had to go home.” She beamed. So cute.

Marinette and Tim spent the few hours eating lunch in Mari’s room and watching Netflix, judging the shipping potential between the Brooklyn Nine Nine characters.

They had agreed that Teddy was boring and annoying, Jake and Amy were a power couple, and Rosa was a badass .

Marinette really liked Gina, Tim preferred Holt.

Soon, it was time for the meeting. Tim and Mari both had to go back to Le Grande Paris, so they opted to walk there together.

“Who are you meeting?” Tim asked curiously.

“Some CEO named Timothy Drake.” She replied.

Tim stopped. He turned to Marinette.

“Timothy Drake.” He repeated. Marinette gave him an odd look. “Do you know him?” She asked.

“You’re MDC?” Tim’s voice came out strangled and Marinette looked taken aback.

Understanding dawned on her and she stared at Tim. “You’re Timothy Drake?”

He only nodded.

They stared at each other for a minute but then burst out into laughter, causing a nearby mother on the phone to shoot them a nasty look.

After the initial shock wore off, the two had continued to the hotel. They were on the way, anyway, and they could always either visit Chloe or stay in Tim’s suite.

Marinette giggled as she worked, deftly taking Tim’s measurements.

“Normally this takes forever,” Tim remarked, peering over Marinette’s shoulder and watching in awe as she drew out the design for his suit.

Within minutes, it was done. Tim was amazed by it. It was a simple suit, but the colours she encorporated into it as well as the designs made Tim extremely happy. It managed to capture his essence, and look stylish at the same time.

She’d even drawn a design for the tie! (instead of blue, it’s red)

After about three hours of Marinette working in Tim’s suite (she had gone home and gotten the fabrics and used the sewing machine she always leaves in Chloe’s room), as well as Tim finishing his remaining paperwork for WE, the suit was done. Tim was awed by it.

The suit jacket was a nice, velvety maroon colour that was reminiscent of Tim’s Red Robin suit and Marinette’s Ladybug suit. The inside was a black colour, as another tribute to the colour schemes of Tim and Mari’s secret life.

The tie was the same deep red colour of the suit. What Tim loved the most about it, however, were the tiny coffee cups sewn on it. “A personal touch.” Marinette had said.

There was also the letter T embroidered on the back of the tie and the lapel of the suit right next to the MDC emblems.

“What do you think?” Marinette asked nervously.

“I love it!” Tim lifted Marinette up by the waist, spinning her in the air. She laughed with joy and he put her down but still in his arms.

He cupped his cheek and Marinette’s hand wrapped around his neck. Simultaneously, they leaned in and their lips met in a chaste kiss.

Marinette ran her free hand through Tim’s hair as Tim’s free hand pulled her closer to him by the waist.

Suddenly, the door burst open and they jumped apart. 

It was Chloe, smirking wildly, her phone camera raised.

It didn’t take a genius to know what happened next.

Mari and Tim chased Chloe around the hotel to get her to delete the photo. Chloe crowed loudly that she was going to send the photo to Adrien, Luka and Kagami.

(Mari and Tim did catch her but Chloe had already sent the text.)

The six friends had a buttload of fun the next few days. Occasionally incorporating their work into the mix, Tim had never been so on time to hand in his paperwork.

On Saturday, a few hours before Tim was supposed to go to the airport to get on the Wayne private jet, the six were in Chloe’s room. 

The only sound that could be heard was the faint chatter between Chloe and Kagami who were talking together, the soft strums of Luka on his guitar and Adrien next to him constantly dying while playing Subway Surfers and him raging not-so-quietly. Tim’s head was leaning on two pillows in Marinette’s lap, typing on his laptop which was propped up on his lap while Mari’s pencils scratched against the paper in her sketchbook.

It wasn’t exactly silence, but it was peaceful. An almost silence, if you would.

Until a phone blared to life. 

Everyone jumped as the shrill sound of Tim’s ringtone pierced through the peaceful almost silence.

Tim cringed. “Sorry!” He called. 

He swiped the accept button without looking to see who it was, mildly pissed off.

“What?” He snapped into the phone.

“TIMMY!” A familiar voice burst out. Marinette jumped and dropped her sketchbook on Tim’s face, glaring at the phone. Tim pulled the phone away from his ear, and put a finger to his mouth before pushing the speaker button.

“Tim? You okay?”

“Apart from you bursting my eardrums, I’m fine. What do you want, Jason?” Tim answered dryly. He wasn’t sure if his irritation could be heard through the phone but Jason picked it up.

“Not very nice to your favorite brother, now is it Timmy.” Tim could imagine Jason wagging a finger sarcastically in his face.

“Learned it from you, Jay. But seriously what do you want? I’m kinda busy.”

“You may wanna put your coffee cup down for this.” 

Tim sighed and placed it on the floor.

“Now what?”

A bang was heard from outside and all of them, bar Tim and Mari (Tim was way too lazy to get out of Marinette’s comfortable lap, and she couldn’t get up with him in her lap) rushed to the door to see what was happening. 

Some people had burst into Tim’s room across the hall.

Three guesses who.

“What are you doing, dumbasses?” Chloe’s exasperated voice rung out.

A man with a white tuft in hair was standing in the doorway turned around, phone in hand. He hung up on the call promptly.

“We were looking for our brother, Tim. The receptionist said he was in this room. Have you seen him?” An older man walked out of Tim’s room, with several others hot on his heels. 

The shortest one was dark-haired and had green eyes, the other was a girl with chopped dark hair, an arm wrapped around a taller blonde girl’s waist. There was also a redhead in a wheelchair. The other two there were males, one was an near bald elderly, the other had blue eyes and dark hair and was rather tall.

That was six of them, Chloe noted. She and the others exchanged a look, debating whether or not to let them see Tim. After all, they could be lying and were kidnappers or something.

They obviously noticed the look. The tall one with blue eyes spoke. “You know him! Where is he? Did you kidnap him?”

Adrien choked trying to hold in his laughter. Luka patted him on the back calmly.

A tsk came from the inside of the room. Chloe looked back. Tim shrugged. It was her room, after all.

Chloe bit her lip, looking torn between letting them in or kicking them out. She looked to Kagami for help, and she nodded, but then inclined her head toward Chloe. Basically, ‘I think you should, Tim seems to know them. But he may not want to see them. Your call. Your room.’

The guy with the white tuft looked ready to barge in the room.

Chloe huffed and opened the door wider. She and the other stalked back to their seats with the echoing sound of ‘ridiculous, utterly ridiculous’. Everyone outside exchanged looks, and entered.

They were not expecting to see Tim in a girl’s lap, that was for sure.

Instead of the greeting they were expecting, Tim merely turned his head to look at them before huffing and returning his gaze to his laptop screen.

Marinette laid a hand protectively on Tim’s head and started running her fingers through his hair. 

If they weren’t shocked before, they definitely were now. Their eyes practically bugged out of their head at the sight.

“Replacement?” Jason cautiously asked. 

Tim huffed, much like Chloe, and Marinette ceased her ministrations. Tim whined, but Marinette levelled a glare at him and he sat up.

Marinette muttered softly, “I can see why your self confidence is so low.”

“Nah, Jason’s one of the nicer ones. It’s teasing.” Tim assured her. The girl only pouted and fell back into her seat, picking up Tim’s laptop to read what he was working on before Tim’s family rudely barged in.

Jason looked slightly touched.

Tim sighed and crossed his arms. “What are you guys doing here?” Chloe, Adrien, Kagami and Luka slowly inched around Mari and Tim. This did not go unnoticed by the Waynes.

“We came to visit you, Timbo!” The tall one said.

Tim pinched his nose. “That’s Dick. Barbara. Cassandra. Stephanie. Alfred. Bruce. Damian. Jason.” Tim pointed to each of them in turn. 

Luka spoke up. “I’m Luka. That’s Adrien, Chloe, Kagami and Marinette.” Marinette shifted when her name was called, exposing the laptop screen to the Waynes. Their eyes widened when they saw the bold letters ‘Murders and Muggings: Patrol Recap’. 

Dick coughed into his hand, jerking his head towards the computer. Tim rolled his eyes at Dick’s attempt at being subtle.

Jason and Stephanie snickered. Dick looked offended. 

Dropping all pretence out the window, Tim deadpanned. “They know my secret. Didn’t tell them about yours, though they’ve probably figured it out already.”

“You should’ve told us beforehand, Timothy!” Bruce looked like he was a second away from yelling. A steely glare from Kagami stopped him from doing just that. Cass looked at her in approval.

Marinette bristled at Bruce’s tone, but did not move from her seat. This wasn’t her battle to fight-- it was Tim’s.

Bruce pinched the end of his nose. “I’m disappointed in you, Timothy.” 

Despite knowing Bruce was going to say that, Tim winced. Jason looked pissed and opened his mouth to say something, but someone else beat him to it.

“How dare you.” Marinette’s quiet voice shook with fury as she stood up. Tim squeezed her hand and let go. Adrien, Luka, Kagami and Tim instantly surrounded Tim, forming a protective circle around him.

“How dare you. Tim is the most wonderful person I know. Other from the idiot I share a soul with, my Harmony, my Dragon and Queenie, he is the only person who is genuinely kind and caring. He is the sweetest person I know and if you think you can step into our turf and belittle my boyfriend, you have another thing coming.” Marinette snarled.

Adrien stood up, stepping forward to stand next to Marinette. “I’ve only known Tim for a few days, but he means a lot to all of us. Like Marinette said, you will not step into our turf and be rude to our friend.”

“You underestimate how much power we have here.” Kagami moved over to the other side of Marinette, eyes flashing. 

Chloe stood next to her. “I can very easily kick you out of this hotel, out of Paris, even. Tim is my friend, and we will not stand here and let you talk shit about how he disappointed you.”

Luka stood up, moving next to Adrien. “Like we said, Tim means a lot to us. You have no idea how much he does for all of you. He deals with your stupid company paperwork, even though he’s only 16 and it should be your job. He spends more time helping you on patrol and fighting rogues than paperwork but you scold him because he can’t finish as much as you’d like?”

Marinette’s normally warm blue eyes that were so full of love were now completely devoid of emotion. “That isn’t parenting, Bruce. That’s toxic.” She spat out Bruce’s name with so much loathing and hate, that he unconsciously took a step back.

Tim was very touched. No one had ever done that for him before. No one had the guts to stand up to Bruce Wayne or Batman. His eyes watered and he hastily wiped them away.

Bruce’s eyes flashed, and he strode forward. “I think you underestimate my power.” He spread his arms. “I’m Bruce Wayne. I can kill your career in a heartbeat. I can make sure you are never hired by anyone, nor will you ever be able to make a name for yourself. I’ve almost died before. Damian and Jason have. We deal with things you guys can only dream of. Sure, your father may be the mayor of Paris, Chloe, but I can easily kick him off his position of power. Don’t fuck with us.” 

Marinette’s eyes flashed with surprise at Bruce’s declaration that Jason and Damian have died. Ignoring Bruce, she turned to Adrien, who was squinting at Damian. 

“Do you want to heal them of the Lazarus pits? We can, after all. We’re Creation and Destruction.” Marinette spoke in the Guardian language.

Adrien side eyed the Waynes and nodded. “Even if Bruce is a bitch, Jason and Damian don’t deserve to live like that.” 

Marinette and Adrien looked behind them, past Tim, to where the Kwamis were hiding. Plagg and Tikki nodded. After all, they could always wipe the Waynes’ memories if they weren’t willing to keep it a secret. The Waynes didn’t know what they were saying. Jason stifled a laugh when Adrien caled Bruce a bitch, but the Waynes instantly went on guard at the sound of Jason and Damian’s names (since their names can’t be translated).

Marinette and Adrien turned back to Tim and the others folded, closing the gap that they had left, so no one could lip read or learn from their body language what they were about to do.

Marinette and Adrien walked a few steps back, a few steps in front of Tim but a few steps behind the others. They smiled reassuringly at Tim. They weren’t going to hurt Jason or Damian. Tim nodded. He trusted them.

Tikki and Plagg zipped over to them and phased into their joined hands. Adrien and Marinette smiled to each other closing their eyes. They channelled the Guardian energy, Creation energy and Destruction energy. 

They lifted their raised hands, and as if on command, Chloe and Kagami stepped aside, allowing the green and pink swirling energy in their conjoined hands to shoot towards Jason and Damian. The beam split halfway, hitting both Jason and Damian.

They braced themselves for pain, but they didn’t feel anything. They looked around, and saw the energy. The green colour of it was one everyone instantly recognised as the Lazarus Pit madness.

They could do nothing but watch as more and more green colours was sucked out of Jason and Damian before swirling upwards and over their heads into a ball of green energy.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the green stopped escaping them, and Jason and Damian could feel an immediate relaxation of their feelings. It was like there was anger and negative emotions buried into a pit of their minds, but they didn’t notice that it was there until it was gone.

The green energy ball was now as as big as a bowling ball. It churned once, and started shrinking. Something was compressing it and forcing it into a smaller ball. With a sizzle, it split into two. A pink ball and a green ball, the sizes of an apple.

However, the green ball wasn’t the Lazarus color green. It was a warm green, the colour of emeralds. Despite that, within both the pink and green shell had a green ball, the toxic colour of the Lazarus pit inside. It swirled around in their respective prisons, but couldn’t break free.

The balls of energy slowly drifted towards where Marinette and Adrien were standing with serene looks on their faces.

The pink shell hovered in front of Marinette, while the green one hovered in front of Adrien. The pink and green encasing the Lazarus green broke apart, and the pink and green energy shells flew into their conjoined hands.

Marinette and Adrien opened their eyes. They weren’t eyes anymore, just glowing eye sockets. Marinette’s were pink, and Adrien’s were green. The same colour of the shells, the others realised.

Now what was left were the fizzling balls of the Lazarus pits, its toxic green giving off an eerie glow.

Marinette and Adrien held up their free palms, and the balls rested on their waiting hands.

They looked to each other and seemed to be communicating before the plunged the balls into their chests.

Their whole body glowed for a second before lifting the two up in the air. The Waynes, Luka, Kagami and Chloe jumped when they started talking.

“This hurts.” Marinette admitted. Her face did not show any kind of discomfort. Adrien grinned. “Yeah, it does.” His didn’t either.

They shared a laugh before the green and pink faded, and the two plummeted onto the carpeted floor. Just before they hit it, the green and pink glowed softly again, allowing the two to land gently on the floor, feet first.

The light faded completely and Marinette and Adrien collasped in the chaise behind them, unclasping their hands and panting slightly. Plagg and Tikki zoomed out of their hands as soon as they separated and didn’t even bother hiding.

They plopped themselves on their chosens’ heads and all four of them began to nap.

“Did they..?” Dick uttered in disbelief.

Jason and Damian could only nod.

“Lazarus. Gone?” Cass pressed.

They nodded again.

“Forever?” Bruce croaked.

“Yep.” Marinette’s exhausted voice came from the chaise. Everyone spun to look at her. Chloe ran to her room’s kitchen, bringing out some honey, cookies, camembert, chocolate and eggs.

The active kwamis zoomed out form their hiding spot and got to work on their food. Marinette tiredly pushed herself to her feet, stumbling. Tim caught her. Marinette smiled gratefully at him, and gently scooped Tikki off her head. She reached over and got Plagg too. 

She nudged Tikki with her finger and placed her next to the cookies. She didn’t bother to wake Plagg up; he’d wake up as soon as he smelt camembert. She placed him down, next to Tikki and they woke up, lazily nibbling on their foods.

Mari let out a breathy sigh and swayed on her feet. She curled up next to Adrien and started to snore.

Dick frowned. If she was dating Tim, why was she so cozy with Adrien?

He moved to wake them up.

Suddenly, he stiffened and fell to the floor.

Pollen stood behind them, antennae still poised after stinging Dick. “No one wake the Guardians up.”

Muffled protests from Dick on the ground.

“They share a soul, Dick, being next to each other recharged them faster.” Tim explained.

“They what now?”

-

well yes thats it. 

i kinda got sloppy at the end because i spent almost 8 hours on this, and its only 8k words. im kinda proud of it though lol

no there will probably not be a part two, although i may upload this on ao3

anyway i hope you liked this !! <3

[credulouscanidae]

i had 2 breakdowns in the same day at work yesterday, to the point where i went home early. the first breakdown i managed to pull myself out of, spending 10 mins alone doing deep breathing and calming down, and i was proud of myself for actually giving the day another go; usually when i breakdown i cant even face the rest of the day or get back to it.

luckily the last breakdown happened in the last hour and a half of my shift, but yeah....

they were both caused by the same coworker, or moreso the way she spoke to me both times were the straws that broke the camels back. 

still...im still so severely shaken even 24 hours later, i couldnt stop dissociating, a week of bad sleep and nightmares have cumulated into an almost crisis, and last night i self harmed for the first time in years. i was really fortunate to have my roommates opening up a conversation w me and i got to vent about the day.

my coworker made me feel so shocked and isolated, the things she was talking to me about + her delivery of it insinuated some deep long-term personal resentment against me, and it was something i wouldve not picked up from a mile away because i considered us to be quite close as workmates.

its seriously making me not wanna go back to work, to the point where im only into the evening of my first weekend day and im already trying to fight back a panic attack. the “incident” got sorta unresolved, because i was so beside myself when it happened, and she immediately flipped to consoling me when i started crying again.

im still swimming in my head “what did i do wrong? why was she so mad at me?” because it sounds like a misunderstanding (to put it as briefly as possible, our manager quit when i had only been there for about 3 months, but before that she was my trainer. i utilised all my coworkers knowledge and help to learn about grooming, but i definitely have been working w the other bather [the coworker in question] the closest. yesterday she practically confronted me saying she was told by the bosses she was my trainer, not the old manager, and she and her authority over me had felt disrespected and undermined, she scoffs at me when i explain i didnt realise she was meant to be that directly in charge of me, and says i was told. to add, i literally have no memory of disrespecting her authority and have in fact been the one solid grounding for her since all her drama w the other coworkers, as i said, we were close, and to have to literally throw this 180 change of behaviour at me out the blue has left me so shaken to say the least, i apologised to her that i made her feel that way but i just broke down sobbing)

anyway.......sigh.....

ive been dealing with imposter syndrome ever since i got this job last year, i was originally shy and a bit reserved, but i buckled down and tried to do my best job possible, utilising everyone around me and supporting everyone. yes ive given into the drama (god theres so much of it) at times, but the bather coworker has always assured me i am “punching up” because she is technically above me when i vent. 

this was also coupled with management treating us like absolute shit during this lockdown. im so tired. the customers are so angry. i havent been able to switch off from work, i thought my work-life balance was bad enough beforehand but now im literally unable to sleep and having suicide and self harm relapses because of this stupid fucking job.

and i dont wanna quit. i would fucking hate myself because i have been beginning to vocalise to other coworkers how much im struggling, and i dont wanna quit and thereby proving im not cut out for this job- ive been with it 10 months and i still cant even convince myself i belong there.

theres so much bullying and bullshit going on. i dont wanna be weak and quit. im too passive and i understand i need to talk to this coworker about my issues with her. but she is extremely volatile and heightened and reactive, and bringing any sorta grievance to her in the past has either been met with excuses or self-depreacting comments, or a mix of both. its so much emotional labour, and the self-care part of me thinks “fuck this, i dont deserve to be feeling this way by others when ive only ever tried to be helpful and good at my job and train” but theres such a dominant part of me thats so scared and ashamed and confused. i still cant even process if my coworker was angry at me or angry at the lack of communication from management. but the way she was talking, she clearly had something stewing in her for a long time.

i cant do this anymore. 

[prorevenge]

Dung Log to the rescue: a tale of two neighbors

I live in an apartment complex in a fairly busy city. We pay a solid chunk of money to live in an apartment that is dog friendly, close enough to our university, and big enough to house a dog and my roommates two cats.

Now, I’m a fairly laissez-faire neighbor. I don’t bother you, you don’t bother me. We’re friendly enough that I know your name. I’ve never called my management on another tenant. I’d much prefer to talk to other tenants and make sure we talk it out. I’ve asked others not to smoke weed in front of my patio, to not play music loud enough under me that I hear it through my headphones as I try to work, and it’s all ended up fairly amicably. No issues. Until this woman in apartment, let’s call it 3V, while I was in apartment 1F.

My dog is small, 10-11 lbs. when I take her out, I always clean up after her, and we’ve never had any complaints.

3V comes knocking on the door, and is on the phone when I open. She was calling management to tell them my dog left poop outside the door. I’m a bit confused and I asked her what she was talking about to which she replied that as the only dog owner in this one building of the apartment complex (there are about 7 buildings all connected by the gated garden) my dog must have pooped outside the front door. I assured her that it wasn’t my dog, but I would be glad to pick up whosever dog poop that was. She hangs up on management. I go downstairs and there’s a massive dog poop piece. And I just stare at it, stare at my tiny yapper, and I’m like, whatever. Better to just calm her down and pick it up.

Things progress with no further confrontations until I come back in from taking my dog out in the morning to a sign that says “I SAW YOUR DOG POOP, I TOOK PICTURES AND IM SENDING THEM TO MANAGEMENT”. I’m so confused. It’s 8am, I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet, I’m wearing a bright yellow bathrobe whose belt I lost and I have to hold it together with one hand. But this woman is convinced she caught my dog in the act. So I go to her door, knock, and she shows me pictures of... some random dog poop in the grass of the shared garden. I promise her that’s not mine, offer to pick it up, and say that we can access the managements security cameras if that would be enough to prove my dog’s innocence. She tells me to pick it up and closes the door in my face. I get an email from management giving me a warning.

A few months go by without confrontation. Her children come and ask to borrow my laundry cards on occasion and I’m happy to let them. It’s not their fault their mom is a bit insane. I’m also very nervous because I’m a college student. I can’t afford to lose this housing that we got lucky to find. I go to visit my family, taking my dog, in Europe (where my family lives). A few days later, I get a call from management at 2am my time telling me that there is a report that my dog peed in the lobby of our building. Now I’m getting a bit pissed. I’m not in the country. My dog is not in the country. And this woman is trying to blame what must have been a drink spill or water (since it was winter) on my dog. I call back and tell them exactly that, and they reply in a tired tone that since I was the only dog owner in that building, there was no one else to blame. I explain I’m out of the country, that I can send them my tickets, that they have no idea it was urine and offer when I get back to keep track of all of my dog’s ins and outs. They drop it and tell me that if they get another complaint, they’ll have to move to more serious repercussions. I’m scared, pissed, and really pissed.

I start keeping a daily diary with time stamps and pictures of my dog’s comings and going’s, the Dung Log. I’m very, very careful. I pick up other dog’s poop when I see it. I really don’t want to get evicted for something that wasn’t my fault. My sister comes to stay with us for the first part of COVID, and we give the dog a summer groom. A tiny dog, she didn’t produce much fur, but my sister was unaware of the neighbor and chose to put the fur outside on the patio and expected the wind to whisk it away. Then the door starts banging, and I go to check and Lo and behold, it is 3V. She’s telling me that I have to clean up the dog fur, I apologize and tell her that it was an accident. She tells me that she has a cat who will get upset if she comes back up the stairs smelling of dog. I’m a bit dumbfounded that this is her logic, but apologize and sweep the fur away.

The last straw. The straw the broke the camels back. The tip of the mother fucking cherry on top.

Reminder that I keep a detailed report of my dog’s ins and outs. I was going on a birthday celebratory hike a few hours out with my girlfriend for her COVID birthday. We needed to drive there nice and early, the hike was 6 hours total, and the drive was 2, so we were ready and getting the car from a leasing agency. Not a few minutes in, I get a panicked call from my roommate. I hear yelling on the other side and my roommate gets across to me that 3V is screaming at them about a smear of dog poop in the lobby that was clearly my dog. At this same time, my roommate was alone at home, a small college aged person talking very calmly to a older woman screaming in their face with their child next to them, just staring at the floor. I’m speechless. I can’t leave my roommate, so my girlfriend and I cancel our plans ON HER BIRTHDAY, and go back to help. By the time we come back, 3V is gone, but the cops have just left, because 3V called the cops on my gender fluid, 5’4” POC roommate because 3V claimed my roommate was harassing her. I was enraged. I called management and they told me that they’re putting a warning on our account and expect us out after our lease ends.

Not today, management. I biked my ass over with my roommate to the leasing offices and sat down with them. Before I left, I got our other neighbor’s accounts that 3V was screaming at my roommate, I took a picture of the “smear of dog poop” which resembled a wheel squeak on the ground (as two people were moving in to our building), and came armed with my poop diary (that I affectionately nicknamed the Dung Log). I showed them my evidence, backed with neighbors statements and they seemed shocked. To be fair, I had never complained back against this woman who that morning had called my roommate delusional, a bitch, and said that she pays too much to walk on shit floors. Like we didn’t pay the same amount. After running through it all, management took all the warnings off our account, put a warning on hers and told her if she bothers us again they would evict her, and even comped us some things.

I haven’t heard from 3V again, but the Dung Log lives on in infamy. Log may it reign.

(source) story by (/u/XtinaChaos)

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

...well... I have news. Kind of scary news. But good news.

Long story short, I have an opportunity to move out. On my own. I don’t know where yet, but... the program lets me choose, as long as it’s under a certain rent amount. I have a decision to make.

I Got Accepted into the Housing Assistance program, and once I find a place to live, I’m going to have help with rent and utilities.

A lot of things had to come together to make this happen; this wasn’t just something I could’ve applied for and gotten at any time, like food stamps or medical. I was on a waiting list for a year (some people wait for THREE years-- my name got Randomly Selected to make this happen! Or, as I see it: The universe was like, “It’s your time.”)

I have 6 months to find a place, or I start all over, back on the waiting list.

I’m a little afraid, because I’m not making enough money right now to feel Totally Financially Secure if I do move out. But I’m investigating resources to help out, and there are... a lot of resources. My mother offered to help me with things like paper products and food. I’m already enrolled in a food bank, though that particular one is hard to get to on the bus... ;;; But if I get a bike, that won’t be such a problem.

That’s another concern, getting around. I’d have to find a place on a bus route, that lets me access downtown easily because I’m in the midst of a job search, and if you need to get anywhere that’s not On Your Own Bus Route, you have to be able to get downtown to catch a transfer.

So there are all these factors, these worries, these legitimate concerns. Things to consider.

But I also feel like... I need to move out. That night, when there was no one else home, and it was just me and the animals... I felt so unburdened, so unafraid, so free. 

Even today, things like the Phobia Triggering Event and Anxiety Attack that Ensued: I didn’t want anyone to know, anyone to hear what was happening, because I never know if I’m going to get the Nice Gentle Huggy Stepmom, or the Mean Angry Accusative Screaming Name-Calling “I don’t care how sick and hurting you are, you’re pathetic and selfish for staying home from work” stepmom. She has always used me as an outlet for her anger and frustration at things that have NOTHING to do with me. (By her own admission! Not in so few words, but she always called it “the straw that broke the camel’s back”. Even for things that shouldn’t have been a “straw” at all.... like, you know... suffering. Having vulnerability. Having an Emotion. Being human.)

Not to mention, the empathy. I’d gotten used to it again, forgotten how heavy it was to carry. Maybe, when I’m not constantly weighed down by the depression and anxiety of self-enabling family members who refuse to accept, confront, and combat it, maybe I’ll even be able to handle my own depression better, too.

Everything I said in this post still holds absolutely true: https://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/187698373222/im-home-alone-the-parents-are-away-for-the

I can only get assistance with a 1-bedroom apartment, or a 2-bedroom if it falls under the price allowance (which, in a halfway decent neighborhood around here, is... unlikely). But what more do I need, really? Hell, I could make do with a studio apartment! I could use my bookshelves to section off areas for meditation. And wouldn’t that be so precious, such a relief, to have a space for meditation again...

I think I already have everything I need to move out. Bookshelves. Pots and pans, silverware and mugs. Cleaning supplies that are safe for me and the pets. Not to mention, a veritable fuck ton of books to make the place really feel like home.

maybe i should invest in a toilet plunger. but aside from that...

The only question would be whether the place comes with a stove and refrigerator... but most of them do, and even if they don’t, I can get by with a mini-fridge and a microwave. (I hardly have the energy to Properly Cook lately, anyways... but, again: Maybe if I’m not constantly in Survival Mode for PTSD and empathy alike, maybe I’ll? Actually Have More Energy???)

And the job search. I know there’s a better-paying job out there, available to me, it’s just a matter of FINDING it! (And maybe, it won’t even require three 12-hour shifts a week! How wonderful would THAT be?! Maybe, I’ll be able to... SIT DOWN! And maybe I’ll even be able to... utilize my skills? Gasp?!)

The hospital cafeteria job is still on the table, I’m just waiting for them to call me back... again. (They said they WOULD, again, but if it reaches the two weeks mark again, I’ll be calling again. I interviewed almost a month ago, I think I should’ve heard back from them by now...) It would pay $14/hour, I’m just REALLY hoping it goes through! Because that would be such a blessing, such a help, such a great thing for me!

And, when I got caught up in doubt and fear last night, I opened my book to a chapter with the tagline “letting go of the need for certainty”...

Signs from the Universe All Around, I guess.

(Now I just have to work up the courage to actually LOOK, and trust that the place I find won’t have bedbugs or fleas. 8P )

[kpurereactions]

Big bang Reaction to you wanting to cuddle but they are mad at you

*A/N: for these more couply reactions i just can’t get myself to write them for Yougnbae anymore… I m a very superstitious person and pretending like Hyorin and he didnt just tie the knot for our own imagination makes me feel like I’m personally going to jinx them and i just can’t have that bad juju in my life. Plus I absolutely lover her and feel like if I’m ever supposed to be her bff i just can’t do her like that… for the more platonic ones ill include him, but i hope you guys understand where I’m coming from. Whether Admin Nari does this is completely up to here, its just how i feel:)

Jiyong:

You knew by how tired his smile was when you got home that it was not a very good day for him, but neither was it for you. Your meeting lasted two hours over, your deadlines were changed so you were now rushing and the bitch that sits two desks over was just dry humping your nerves. Guying watched you with tired eyes as you took your shoes off and dropped your bag to the floor. ‘I thought you were going to make dinner tonight.’ He said harshly as you walked over and sat down next to him. ‘Oh I’m sorry I didnt know I was now your personal chef.’ You said sarcastically. Usually he would laugh off your comment, your bite was one of his favorite things about you. But not today.You opened your eyes confused as you watched his back make its way into your room, your head saying and eyes rolling as he slammed the door shut behind him. You knew pretty well at this point what battles you should pick with him, and in this case you did tell him you’d cook and never told him you’d be late. As hard as it was to admit you hoped you’d make up for it with your food. After going overboard with the dishes that now sat empty in the sink you thougt you had made up for it as he sat a few inches from you on the couch and propped his feet up. He even chuckled a few times at the show you were watching. Your first yawn brought you to a slouch on the couch and your second brought your head to rest on his shoulder. Even though he was giving you all the signs of being back to normal, you reaching for his hand seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back. In one swift motion he sighed hard, yanked his hand from yours and stood up, walking into the bedroom without any explinaition. He expected you to fallow, and when you did he would be ready to round on you, sending biting words your way as he let out all his pent up frustration on you. The longer he yelled the worse he felt for it though. He’d stop mid sentence and sigh, looking at you with sorry eyes, which would instantly soften your glare. He’d walk into your chest head first and only sigh again when you wrapped your arms around his back.‘Sorry I’m a dick.’ 

Seunghyun:

You were late. You weren’t answering and he was extremely worried. He didnt care that you were out with your girlfriends for a night of fun, what he cared about is the fact that it was nearing 1 in the morning and you still weren’t stumbling through the door for him to clean up, which he’d promise he’d do. He was worried that something bad happened to you, that you were now in the back of someones trunk and he’d have no idea. At this point in the night even if he wanted to go to bed he couldn’t. Still he tried, serves you right for scaring him like this.You walked in only 30 minutes after he tried to lay down, completely sober and your shoes actually still on your feet for once. This made him angry, why were you so late and why were you sober and why were you unable to send him a text back. These were all points he made when he walked ut of the bedroom to meet you with a scowl on his face. To him it didnt matter if the girls just decided to have a little house party. It didnt matter to him that you must have left your phone in the kitchen where it was hooked up to charge- you scared him. He pouted to himself as you cleaned yourself up and got ready for bed. Usually seeing you makeup fresh off with your once neatly done hair thrown up to the top of your head was his favorite thing to see, but he was mad so he laid there on his back staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The feeling of the bed dipping down next to him made him want to look, but he was mad, and the fact that you still hadn’t seem to fully notice was making him even more mad. He huffed as you scooted into the bed closer to him, but didnt actually shut you out until you tried to wiggle your way onto his chest so he could hold you tightly like he normally did. He could practically hear your eyes rolling as you sat up to face him. He actually had to force himself not to smile when you smacked his shoulder in attempt to get his attention.‘Go to bed, Y/n.’He’d know you would argue and he’d let you pout and get upset with him for being mean, but when he laid on you just how scared that something bad had happened to you he was and you shut up by just how much he was right his mood would drop. ‘You just scared me. Now can you please go to bed?’ He’d roll back onto his side away from you, but when your body hooked tightly around his he’d smile softly before rolling over to hold you. 

Daesung:

He had been gone for close to two weeks now doing promoting for his new album, which meant he was exhausted, and that the last thing he wanted to see when he got home early one morning was you sleeping on the couch with cans upon cans surrounding you. You obviously had a party the night before and even though he truly did love your friends he knew how they could get. He woke you up by kicking empty cans to the side. You didnt know whether to be excited or embarrassed that he got back to your apartment and it looked like this. ‘I thought you were coming in tomorrow?’ You said with a half hopeful tone, thinking he’d just push this aside for another time. ‘I thought I was coming home to my girlfriends place, not a pigs stye…’ he said kicking another can before going into your bedroom. You sighed and let him have his moment, following him into your room to see him already laying on the bed with his arm covering his face. ‘Im going to shower, ill be right back.’ You said heading straight for the bathroom. When you were finally out you snuck back into the room quietly to see him laying like a starfish, slightly snoring on his back. You smiled and watched him softly as you dressed in clean clothes. You were torn. Do you lay down with him right now and let him hold you like you dream about every night or go back into the living room to clean up the mess you had made and risk waking him up. Laying with him just seemed like a better deal, you’d nap with him and when the two of you woke up you’d send him to shower while you quickly cleaned your mess and started dinner. But the moment that back of your head hit his  shoulder instead of hugging you closer he slipped out from under you.‘Why are you laying down, you need to clean up.’ He spat, crossing his arms without even opening his eyes. You spat back, telling him you’d like to lay with your boyfriend who didnt tell her he was coming, and then again to tell him that he was the one living in her appartment when he wasn’t off gallivanting around the world. He’d get angrier at you for your words, but he knew you were right and would eventually try to pull you back into his chest so he could nap with you, knowing perfectly well that you were now too mad to lay with him. At first he’d ignore you, but seeing how desperately you were trying not to scream at him as you stomped away he’d let his head fall into his hands before he got up to they and help you. He expected you to lash out and after trying to get you to let him help a few times he’d just go take his shower in hope that he hadn’t completely ruined the day. You wouldn’t forgive him until you were stood over the stove trying not to cry into the meat you were stir frying when he wrapped his strong arms around your torso and mumbled an ‘Im sorry.’ into your hair. 

Seungri

You could help the fact that your ex showed up to one of Seungri’s openings. You couldn’t help that you were stuck talking to him and you couldn’t help the people who noticed it to be a problem. Not even Seungri noticed until the next morning when the two of you were laying in bed with a slight hangover. His heavy, angry breath would be what caused your cheek to rise off of his bare chest. All he did was show you the zoomed in picture of you with your back to the wall and your ex leaning in a little too close for comfort. ‘He was being so annoying I couldn’t get away from him.’ You said in an annoyed way. Seungri sat up quickly causing you to awkwardly roll over so he could look at you with now angry eyes. ‘He was being annoying? That was my event! your ex comes near you, you tell them to leave, not make it look like there something for others and maybe myself to be questioning!’ He said loudly. You looked at him dumbstruck, he could not have been serious. ‘You were too busy taking shots with your friends to notice me trying to get your attention, and its not like I didnt try to walk away. He followed me all over the restaurant because he probably thought I was still single since my boyfriend was running off every which way the entire night.’ You tried to say as calmly as possible. You rolled your eyes under your lids when he scoffed at you, and instead of arguing you laid back and put your hands over your face.‘I got rid of him eventually, I just didnt want to be rude to a guest. Please lay back down.’ You said wrapping your hand gently around his wrist. Instead of dropping it he pulled his hand harshly away from yours and continued to scroll through the pictures he took to see if he could find more. Instead of sitting there and waiting for him to find more to yell at you about you took a blanket and your pillow into the living room. He’d huff and puff, happy that he won the bed but still mad that you would do something like this. The more he looked through the pictures you were actually in he started to feel guilty as he was usually smiling and you were int he background looking very uncomfortable, and always looking right at him. He’d get up, wanting to somehow coax you back in bed with him, but after seeing you already passed out of ht couch he’d just curl up tightly behind you, whispering he was sorry as your eyes fluttered open. 

Kitty

[kaleviv]

OKAY PREPARE URSELF. so fenneth: 2, 10, 22; wrax: 9, 14, 19; zefír: 3, 12, 15; ezra: 2, 16, 20; arya: 4, 13, 24; elithros: 5, 6, 11. :D

I GOT AN HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE MY NEXT CLASS, IM READY

fenneth:

2. What’s their date of birth? Do they follow the stereotypes of their zodiac?

fenneth’s a cancer! i didn’t really even have to think about that one lmao. she was born on June 26th. she fits cancer stereotypes almost to the letter, although i’ve heard cancers can be manipulative? which she really isn’t. 

10. Are they a dog or a cat person?

fenneth is a cat person! she’s very independent and reserved herself, so she relates strongly to cats. 

22. When your character is sad, what do they do to cheer themselves up?

druidcraft. it’s something she’s done to comfort herself since she was a child; it’s what got her through losing her husband. she loses herself in delicately channeling her magic. nowadays, she also loves spending time with her son; keeping him happy keeps her sadness at bay.

wrax:

9. What’s their biggest fear?

that his sister’s going to die hating him. he wasn’t there when their parents were killed, and he wasn’t there for her after. he was too scared to face her, and he hates himself for it, so he’s assumed for years and years that she hates him for it too. 

14. What’s their biggest secret?

i don’t remember whether i told you guys this?? whatever i’ll tell you here anyway. the dragon who killed his parents is hunting him down because he keeps killing their kids. he keeps this majorly hush hush; it’s hard to get anyone to talk to you if they know you’ve got a dragon on your tail. dragons are incredibly petty creatures.

19. Do they collect anything?

dragon corpses… hmm perhaps the classic “he really loves shiny things”. dragonborn children are discouraged from being covetous or “hoarding” anything because it’s considered a negative trait inherited from dragons that they need to subvert, so his childhood was very minimalistic. he still largely suppresses the urge to covet things because he doesn’t have a “home” to keep them in, but he does like to hold onto the jewels he finds until he absolutely has to sell them for gold.

zefír:

3. What type of drunk are they?

everybody’s friend/confidant/lover! drunk zefír is just regular zefír dialed up to 1000.

12. If they were handed a puppy, how would they react?

he would hand it right back! zefír is responsible for the welfare of sooo many children, a dog would absolutely be the straw that broke the camel’s back lmao. he tries to gently nudge stray animals towards other parts of kalathur so none of his kids will get attached to them and try to keep them.

15. What are their pet peeves?

when people walk on the wrong side of the street (it can get you killed in kalathur), people who have too many pet peeves (i looked up pet peeves on google and people get annoyed over the pettiest stuff, it’s honestly anxiety-inducing lmao. zefír has enough to worry about without adding pettiness to the mix!), and people who treat him like garbage because of who he is/where he’s from/who his parents were/etc.

BIG SHOUTOUT to people who hate kids, his least favorite sort of person

ezra:

2. What’s their date of birth? Do they follow the stereotypes of their zodiac?

he’s a fucking scorpio and he was born on October 31st!!! i’ll be honest, i was really torn between leo and scorpio for him; in the end, i feel like the driven passion of a scorpio fits him better than the dramatic narcissism of a leo. he knows he’s the best, but he knows it quietly and smugly. he’s not quite as sensual as scorpios are expected to be, though; he’s far too busy for that.

16. What’s their opinion of pineapple on pizza?

he’s a terrible person but he’s not uncouth. he doesn’t like fantasy pizza much at all, actually; he’s not big on cheese. he likes pineapple well enough when it’s kept separate from fantasy pizza.

20. What would their favorite band(s) be?

marina and the diamonds, lana del rey, and broods. the more melodrama, the better. 

arya:

4. Give three of their strengths and three of their weaknesses.

i appreciate y’all trying to figure out the weaknesses of my strongest characters lmao. once again i’m incredibly tempted to say NONE but i’m just not mean enough.

strengths: nerves of steel, her taste in armor, leadership/efficiency (this is a whole big category of strengths that essentially boil down to arya being the best commander in chief to ever command)

weaknesses: her family, jokes/humor, prejudice (this more of a weakness of character)

13. How would they react to suddenly being hugged?

DO NOT! Do not. do you love life? do you feel like life is maybe a little okay? do you have an aversion to dying? do not hug arya noldaran. 

24. Describe their voice.

maybe you’ll hear her one day ;) when her voice isn’t being attempted by me, she would sound 100% like indira varma! i love indira varma’s voice.

elithros:

5. What’s their favorite food?

he’s a hearty strong growing boy!! he loves BREAD you know those like… fancy savory breads with meats and cheeses and herbs they make on gbbo? he might as well be made out of those by this point. elenion bakes them for him all the time.

6. If they were to be represented by a seven deadly sin, which would it be?

hey guess what. you’ve found a family of wrathful bastards. the primary sin of everyone in the noldaran family is wrath lmao… but that said, elithros is the least wrathful of his family! so a secondary deadly sin for him would be envy. the thing about it is, elithros would never act on it and absolutely hates that he feels it, but he’s still envious. he envies ezra his freedom and his ability to not care because elithros cares so much all the time and it’s overwhelming. he envies people who are carefree, people who don’t have to deal with the complexities of his family and his identity. at his heart, he wishes for a simpler life.

11. Describe them in 5 words.

jock (dirty rowdy rough boy), dedicated, burdened, hero, empath

[justanontherwinchester]

Hunters Don’t Cry: Part 5

Pairings: Dean x Reader x BestFriend Sam

Summary: Catch up here 

The reader and Dean have to make a choice but can Dean step up to the plate?

Author’s Note: Thank you for so much positive feedback, lovies. You are all amazing! If you want to be tagged, please ask. Also I am accepting ideas for one shots/stories! 

Warnings: Language

"Oh, their so perfect, (Y/N)." Sam cooed at his newborn nieces. They were perfect. They were identical, green eyes and ash blond hair. They looked like their father.

"Nine months pregnant and they come out looking like Dean." I sat in my bed holding one the unnamed newborns.

"He would be so happy right now."

"I know Sammy, I know." I looked at these little girls and I saw the world. They were my world and nothing else mattered.

"What are you naming them? This one already has Dean's mugshot face down." He grinned and tapped on her little nose. "Bop"

"Brinley Ellen and Brielle Johanna Winchester." I knew these two were going to be strong, so they needed to be named after strong women. I knew they were going to have hunting in their blood, but that world was behind me and they were ahead.

"You mean to tell me Sam was there the day they were born. Sam was the one who held my daughters? It was fucking Sam?!" Dean was screaming and being dramatic, like normal.

"Well it could have been you Dean, but here we are." I was standing across the room from him as he packed his bags. Our hunt was over and we were supposed to be taking time off. That wasn't happening. There was a Ghoul infestation in a small town in North Carolina, people were dropping left and right.

“Yeah, here we are. We are both grown adults now. Do they.. do they even know about me." His voice broke as he tossed his shirts on top of the other clothes. He was hurting, but so was I. I walked over to him grabbing his shirts and started folding them, how I used to.

"Of course they do Dean."

"Do they know me as their father?" He looked at me like I had ripped his heart in two.

"No." He looked away from me and clenches his fist. "You're Uncle SamSam's brother. You travel a lot and that's why you never visit. The stories Sam tells them, you're a superhero in their eyes." I felt the tears coming. "You are their superhero Dean. When Brinley grows up she wants to be like Uncle Dean. Brielle wants to be a mermaid. They are smart and strong. They were born to be hunters, but I don't want that life for them. I didn't get a choice. We didn't get a choice. I want them to be kids."

I've never seen Dean so emotional. I've never seen him this hurt. He pulls me into him, holding me but not saying anything. His hand rubbed up and down my back, just like he used to. His face was burrowed in my hair, nuzzling to get closer.

"I'll show you I'm a decent man. I'll show you I can be a good father. I want our girls home." That was the words I wanted him to say all along. "I'm so sorry for ever making you be alone. I would take it all back if I could. I can't. So I have to live with it. I don't ever want you to forgive me for what I did to you, to them. I can't forgive myself. I don't ever expect for you to love me but know I will love you until the end of time. Know that I will love them and never deny them. Even if one is weird and likes that Justin Beaver. I want nothing more than seeing their booster seats in the back of Baby, with you by my side. I want to accidentally sit on one of those damn Barbie dolls for the millionth time. I want to do it with you. Hell, I want a whole litter of Winchesters. I wanted that since we were young. I don't know what I was thinking when I let you go. But I fucked up and I'll never forgive myself. When you're ready, I would love to finally meet them. I want to know my baby girls."

I was crying, no, I was sobbing until I couldn't breathe. I knew Dean Winchester. This was my Dean who was talking. Whoever it was back then wasn't my Dean. Even then I wasn't ready, it needed to happen. Not right now though.

"I fucking hate you so much." My face buried deeper into his chest and he just held me tighter. "I'm sorry I didn't fight, Dean. I'm sorry I left. I was just done. I was just so hurt and lost. When you said those things to me, it was the straw that broke the camels back. Give us this hunt. It's going to be about two weeks, give me two weeks to decide."

"Okay." He let go and placed a tender kiss on my forehead. "Two weeks."

"Do you want to see them though?" He looked at me with a bit of confusion. I pulled the photo album out of my duffle, it wasn't much but it was memories. "From birth to now."

He started flipping through the album. He smiled and reacted to the photos better than I could have imagined. I pointed through guiding them.

"This was the day they were born." I was holding both of them, Sam was on my right and Samantha was on my left. "Oh, this was their first bath and this was their first birthday. Brielle loves cake but Brinley loves pie. Everything in pie form, that girl will eat. This was the first time they had spaghetti and here's Brielle holding a duck." In that moment, everything had changed. It was real. They were real to him. He kept flipping through the photos as he watched them age before his eyes. "They both love classic rock. Brielle enjoys AC/DC and Brinley swears Guns and Roses is the best thing in the world."

"Their beautiful." He wiped his tears and continued flipping through.

"They look just like you and act like it too. They are pure Winchester. You couldn't denied them if you tried."

"I would never want to." He came to the end of the book and was disappointed, he was wanting more.

"Samantha has basically every day of their lives recorded and tons more pictures. I can have her email the videos and we can watch them if you would like?"

"I would love that." He started to hand me back the photo album but I pushed it back to him. "I have multiple copies of everything, you keep these."

"Thank you." He started looking through again, taking in everything once more.

I walked out of Dean's "room" and down to the room Tiffany now claimed. I looked through her cracked door as she was packing

"Knock knock." I opened the door as she looked at me. "Mind if I come in?"

"Sure, come on." She had more clothes than any of us and nothing was proper hunting attire.

"You know if you are going to become a hunter, you have got to find some form on sensible foot wear." I grabbed one of the stilettos on the bed, knowing I would die if I wore a pair of these.

"I can't become a hunter. I'm not like y'all." She sighed and looked at me, worried.

"Well not with that attitude." I responded. "You've been in this life now, you can't walk away. With how many things out there that want to kill the Winchesters, you have to be."

"What's the point. Dean never loved me. Sam hates me and so do you. Why should I stay?"

"I don't hate you. Im sorry about Dean and Sam... that one you will have to figure out on your own." I sat down on her bed and leaned back.

"You busted my face two days ago."

"You ripped out my stitches."

"Sorry about that." She apologized.

"Sorry about everything else."

"It wasn't your fault. I was stupid. When I saw Dean in that bar, I made the first move. He pushed me away the first few tries, but after he got drunk, I took advantage of that. I fell for him and I tried to do everything I could to make him love me like he loved you. He talked about you in his sleep, sometimes he would moan your name during sex. I was just a rebound. Dean's not a bad guy. I didn't know the truth and I tried to feed on it so he wouldn't leave me. I was scared I was going to end up back in that town, with my alcoholic father and abusive ex-husband."

"I forgive you, a million times. You won't ever have to go back there. It will take some time, but having you around will be a good thing. You're going to be a great hunter. Also I know this really great guy that I think would be perfect for you."

"You guys rebound fast from relationships." She was laughing as she finished her packing.

"It's a hunter's thing. Hit it and quit it. But really, he's a great guy. We are going to meet up with him when we get to North Carolina in the next few days."

"What's his name?"

"Garth." I walked out of the room, leaving her to ponder about Garth. He was a good guy and he deserved a good girl.

I saw Sam in the hall, rolling his bags out by his door.

"I just hear you tell Tiffany about Garth?" He asked, laughing.

"Shut up, they would be good together." Sam just shook his head, thinking what we both were thinking.

"I overheard you and Dean..."

"And...."

"I think it's a great idea. Also I've missed the munchkins too. I have a bag of things I've been picking up for them over the past few months and I don't have anymore space."

"You are going to spoil them, Sam."

"Just wait till Dean starts." I rolled my eyes at the thought of Dean getting the girls a remote control car or a Swiss Army knife. "I think this is going to be good."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"But what do I say? Hey baby girls, meet your dad, it's really Uncle Dean?” I threw my arms up and leaned against the rotting wall.

"You'll figure it out, you always do." He walked back into his room and shut the door behind him.

I heard whispering from back down the hall. It was coming from Dean's room.

"I promise the moment I meet you two, I won't fuck that up. I promise to never leave you again. I'll teach you how to rebuild a car engine, we can play dress up, and braid Uncle Sam's hair while he sleeps. I'll be the best dad I can be. I'll protect you and love you no matter what."

He traced their faces with his finger. I knew Dean would make a good father. I find myself a decent mom. The problem is, how will we be good together and save the world at the same time?

Tags: @redlipstickandthewinchesters @charred-angelwings @mattory-reylo-shipper-offical @strawberryjuiceboxxx   @keep-calm-and-omfg-jensen-ackles 

[slitherfromeden]

please please please be okay i'm sorry i don't know what to say i'm typing these in hopes that you will be okay and read them because i dont know what else to do, please just let me know youre here when you can, i swear ill be thinking of you and praying until i know for sure that youre ok. i hope i hope that will somehow work because there is nothing else i can do, i will just think of you and hope hope hope. just please say something when you see this, i love you,please please please be safe

i’m so fucking sorry that i’ve taken so long to get back. after i made those posts i went to sleep and. i thought i’d die in my sleep. i honest to god did. and when i woke up, i felt like shit and thought i actually had died. like. everything was cold and empty and i was like. does this mean there’s an afterlife. cause it really felt like it. alas, i’m 90% sure i’m alive. i went through pretty severe overdose symptoms all of today and spent my time away from the computer or my phone, because everything hurt and i couldn’t breathe or stop sweating. it was pretty horrendous and i have no idea how i survived, if i’m honest. i think i was so close to dying and. idk how i feel about that. just empty ig. i’m not happy i lived, im not sad either. maybe regretful that i have to live ig. idk.

on a positive note (?) i don’t have enough pills left to kill myself. just hurt myself badly. i guess over the next few days i just have to watch out for liver and kidney problems. i have a history of minor overdoses as a form of self harm (never the amount i took last night, but definitely enough to cause some stomach pain) and i don’t know how much more my liver and kidneys can take. last night i was being irrational. my mother had yelled at me and it was the straw that broke the camels back ig. i have a phone call with my psych scheduled for tuesday. lord knows what she’s gonna say. she promised me this would be over by now. it’s been three months and i’m so tired. this is my fourth attempt within a month period. i’m tired and scared and. i just can’t take this.

anon, i love you so much. thank you so much for reaching out as always and i’m so fucking sorry that i made you think i was dead. like i said, i thought i was as well. i just. didn’t check my tumblr at all and i’m so sorry. i love you!