#bratty in a sense like she was a rich girl you know she's stuck up

[the-deadlock-south]

out of everyone’s injured sounds ashe’s is my favorite like god she’s so dramatic

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #'OW OW O W' ma'am it's just a scratch you'll be fine #it's so funny like it sounds like someone's tryna pull cactus needles outta her or somethin #i may not show it but ashe is one of my fave charas she's such a gift #her injured sound is so weirdly characterizing too #like Oh She's DRAMATIC Dramatic #bratty in a sense like she was a rich girl you know she's stuck up #and i dont know HOW her injured sound demonstrates that i just know it does #what's most important is that it makes me laugh when i get shot and i dont mind dying if thats what i get to hear before i do #bless BOB bro had to deal with that for like four decades and he still gonna deal with that

[v3nusxsky]

We both know how much I love your writing so I have to request some more sub Larissa x dom reader. (Plot is completely changeable as always I'll happily read whatever you write.)

My idea was r and Larissa went to school together. They had a mutual dislike of each other, r thought Larissa was stuck up and a rich prick who didn't know anything about real life and Larissa was annoyed r didn't apply themselves because they were smart.

Flashforward to present and r is at parents weekend since they look after their little brother and Larissa invites r back to her office for wine for a catch up and they end up finally admitting why they both annoyed eachother so much is because they both had a thing for the other and they finally end up fucking and r lovingly teasing Larissa about how submissive she is for them compared to how dominant she pretends to be for her job?

If it fits could you include biting/marking kink, bondage, breeding kink, bratty Larissa 9

Wand lots of after care?

Thank you so much!

Smoke and mirrors 18+

*Authors note~ only one tonight guys I’m sorry! I have to go on a family trip tomorrow so it’s been stressing me out preventing me from writing. Also car trouble which is equally as stressful! But here we go, I hope this is okay for you all*

Trigger Warnings~slight angst? Sub l dom r biting/marking kink breeding kink degrading and praise kink mommy kink strap on, oral sex

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You'd changed a lot since your Nevermore days, that much was certain, you and your brother Emerson had lost your mother three years ago. Since then, you'd raised him as practically your own son. Your ability is telepathy while he was a siren. So it really made sense that you were to send him to Nevermore just like your parents had with you. Your time at Nevermore was nothing but enjoyable apart from the stuck up rich prick that you had a dorm with. The raven haired girl wasn't so bad, hardly ever stayed in Ophelia hall but the blonde? God you couldn't stand how she acted or held herself. Really she didn't know anything about real life where you have to fight for everything and anything. Nothing is handed to you on a plate. Running to daddy wasn't an option because daddy was never there. It wasn't just you though, Larissa found you irritating, to her you could apply yourself more to your studdies, stop leaving everything to the last minute and take some responsibility for yourself. You had the brains and she knew that, she just wished you would use them more.

Arriving for Emerson's first parent's weekend was exciting, you'd missed the young lad and truly couldn't wait to hear about his experiences at Nevermore. What you were not expecting was to be greeted by Larissa. Surly she would've left Nevermore like you? It appeared not. "Emer? Who's that?" You whispered to your brother causing him to smile, "Principal Weems, she said I can go her anytime I miss mom or dad." So it appeared she did have a kind part of her. Interestingly. Maybe your younger self misjudged the blonde.

After she did her talk to officially start parent's weekend she began to mingle, making a beeline for you. "Emerson is this your sister darling?" She practically purred as the young boy smiled and happily introduced you to her. "Well well well, how many years has it been love? I'm sorry about Diane, she was always wonderful to me" she murmured and you nodded in thanks, "it's been a while, your principal now?" Pleasant conversation was made until Emerson's friend came to ask if he'd go into Jericho with his family and him, of course you chucked and ruffled your brothers hair okaying it. "Well it seems your at a loose end, would you like to come and catch up in my office? I have wine" she chuckled hoping the wine would sell you, truly she wanted to know about you, this air of maturity and responsibility allowing her to see how truly magical you are.

That was how you found yourself three glasses into her bottle of wine staring at the blonde, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. Perhaps that's why you did it, you lunged forward to capture the blondes lips before practically mounting her lap. Glasses of wine long forgotten as you straddled her lap, your hands roaming her clothed body as Larissa just let you. A submissive act. A smirk adorned your now slightly swollen lips, "do you want this Larissa?" You practically purred her name causing her to nod enthusiastically and cry, "please god please."

That was all it took for you to move down her body until she could lay flat on her back. Only then did you tear through her clothing to admire her in all her beautiful glory. "God you're stunning" you whimpered to her as you kissed every inch of her bare skin, loving the little gasps of need mixed with pain as you pinched and tugged on her pert buds. "Oh god please" she whined to you causing to nip at her breast, "who am I darling?"

"M-mommy?" She whispered causing you to find her stuttering adorable, the all dominant principal being nothing but a slut for her mommy just added to the power play. "Good girl darling, mommy will fix it okay?" The speed the blondes head was nodding almost had you feeling it would fall off, "please gods I need you!"

After teasing her thighs you took your first swipe from her glistening folds and you were a goner. As if you'd taken a hit of your favourite drug and needed more you dove back into her cunt, licking sucking and lapping at it. It was if you thought she'd run dry and you'd never get enough. A starving woman for the blonde. Larissa's whines and mewls for more only spurred you on in your task. You couldn't help but moan around her clit at the taste of her before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt. "Oh god! Mommy god please wanna cum" she mewled as you lightly scrapped your teeth over the rock hard bud.

"Cum for me gorgeous" was all you offered before you went back to harshly sucking on her aching bundle of nerves. With a very undignified squeal you were reward for all your effort as her cum drenched your fingers, her hips bucking wildly to ride her orgasm out. Of course you stayed there to help her through and saver your reward before kissing back up her body. "Shall we move this to your bedroom baby?" The hazy smile and nod of her head followed by her attempting to stand on shaky legs gave you your answer. "Oh no you don't princess, I've got you" you murmured before picking the blonde up, despite her blatant attempts to say she's far too heavy only for you to capture her lips to shut her up.

Tossing the blonde on a bed like nothing more than a mere rag doll you asked where she kept her toys and of course like the good little submissive she directed you to them. There you found a wide range, so it appears the snobby uptight blonde is actually rather normal. Who would've known? Selecting what you wanted, a double ended dildo that could vibrate you made your way back to the blonde. You were admiring the marks you left on her ivory skin, the desire to make more, to add to the collection running rampant in your mind. The blonde squirming in anticipation on the bed gave you more ideas.

Larissa Weems most certainly wasn't planning to spend her parent's weekend bound to her bed at the complete mercy of her ex roommate who she thought still hated her and vice versa, but it was true what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. You couldn't help but smile at the blonde being helpless and at your mercy. "Look at the Principal of Nevermore being nothing more than a whore for me" you teased as you secured the faux dick before teasing her soaking slit with the cock head. "Mommy! Please please put it in" she whined feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. "Okay princess, but I will not be stopping till I've come, using you like nothing more than a flashlight for mommy."

You did just that of course, you were humping the faux cock into her pussy at such a force and pace that all she could think see and feel was you. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her beautiful brain with every brush the head of your cock made with her cervix. Her moans now nothing but incoherent babbles and pleads to continue. Of course you complied, using her fluttering hole until you wanted to stop. "God I'm gonna fill you up so good princess, gonna make you so round and full for mommy. You'd like that huh? Nothing more than a cum dumpster for mommy. Watching you swell as you carried my child. God you look so beautiful all pregnant from me" you panted as your orgasm took over your thrusts.

Larissa came around your cock for the third time as you both rode out your climaxes together before you slipped from her now extremely sensitive cunt. Her cum still seeping from her hole giving you a sense of pride. You tossed the strap to the side and immediately came to hold the blonde to your chest. It is common that submissive people find it hard to regulate after such intense feelings but the beating of your heart could work to ground her. What you were not expecting was to feel a wetness hitting your bare chest. Her shoulders shaking with sobs but no sound. She was crying.

"Larissa? Darling talk to me what can I do love?" You murmured coming to stroke her hair. Hopefully you were providing some kind of comfort. "I - m sorry for how rude I was at school. I just I didn't want you to fail because you are capable of great things. I was hard on you because I wasn't ready to admit I liked girls. I liked you. I'm so sorry" she sobbed not really taking any breaths in between her words but some how you still caught them all. "Such a silly golden goose, Larissa I knew that. I wasn't ready either darling, I saw you as something I desire but can never have that's why I said those things. I like you too my goose."

The silence that overtook you both was pleasant and comfortable, both just soaking in the words the other said. But you were the first to break it. "Can I take you on a date Risa?" You murmured to the blonde causing her to smile and nod happily, "yes!" You matched her smile and tilted her head to steal a kiss. "Can I tell everyone that the Principal of Nevermore is my very own personal and private submissive little whore?" You teased causing the blonde to smack your arm, "and ruin my reputation? No way mommy!" The sounds of your laughs filling the blondes bedroom as she snuggled impossibly closer to you. "You are so perfect my golden goose" you murmured before a sweet kiss was pressed to her blonde curls. "Sleep my darling girl, you need your rest, I plan to use my pretty pet in a few hours time."

Word count~ 1910

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa x you #larissa x y/n #principal weems x you #principal weems #principal weems x reader #weems #weems smut #weems x reader smut #weems x reader

[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter (Bodyguard!Dave York x Female Reader)

AN: This is my first time publishing my writing, its been a behind the scenes hobby of mine for a while, and I just decided a Bodyguard!Dave fic needed to exist... so I figured why not... right? This is just an opener to gauge interest I guess. I have a slow burn, smutty story in mind but I guess I wanted to just get this out there as a foundation for the story. Let me know what you think! I’d really appreciate it.

Rating: This chapter is M, but future chapters will be EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Series(?)Summary: Following his divorce from Carol and an early retirement from the CIA, Dave York picks up a gig at a security company. When he is assigned to bodyguard the out of control daughter of a prominent United States Senator, for once in his life, Dave feels like he may be losing control.

Word Count: This chapter is 676, but I expect future chapters to be within the 3-5k range.

Series Warnings: Eventual Smut (18+ ONLY), AFAB!Reader, No use of Y/N, Divergence from canon, Mean Dom! Dave York, Bratty! Reader, AGE GAP (reader is of age!), Enemies to Lovers (they’re both mean to each other at the start!), Mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, possible conversations of politics, minor violence (a punch here and there)

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Dave York had experienced just about everything. Love, marriage, fatherhood, divorce, war, and cold-blooded murder. He considered himself a pretty well-prepared man. He had a plan for everything. Having lived through the most difficult things a person could, he felt as though anything else life threw at him, he could take in stride.

Following his divorce with Carol, Dave was ready for a clean start. When one of his old friends from the CIA retired and started his own security company, he all but ensured Dave a job should he ever need it. Chris Landers had nudged Dave in the ribs and joked “if you ever get enough common sense to get out of this hellhole, you know where to find me.” Initially, Dave took it at that, a stupid joke from a friend he would never see again. But, hey, things change. And to be fair, working for Chris doing silly little security jobs at concerts and the occasional escort for some stuck up politician was way easier, and paid better than the shit he was stuck with at the CIA. After a grueling custody battle with Carol, Dave didn’t even hesitate to call Chris. He needed a break.

After 6 months, Chris and Dave were doing pretty well for themselves. Landers’ Security was booming, constantly receiving calls from short staffed arenas and celebrities visiting the area. Chris was richer than he ever thought was possible working for the CIA, and Dave had gained notoriety as the best in the business. He became Chris’ go to man, reserved only for the most important jobs, and Dave maneuvered through them with an intriguing mix of cold and ruthless, while still remaining professional and cordial to the client. So, when Chris called Dave at 1:53 in the morning on his day off, Dave knew something was up.

“Alright, Chris, what do you need?” Dave answered after the first ring. He wasn’t even sleeping. A habit that alluded him since his time in the military. Chris sighed on the other line. Shit. This must be bad.

“Dave, you know you’re the best guy I got, right”

Instead of a verbal reply, Dave just hummed. Ready to hear whatever has Chris so fucking stressed.

“Look… there’s a job. You’re not gonna like it… you know Senator Leland’s girl?”

Knew her? Who didn’t know her? Before she turned 21, she was involved in multiple underaged drinking scandals. Photos of her passed out on couches or taking shots with frat boys graced gossip magazines and TMZ at least once a month. Since she had turned 21 three months ago, she has been spotted at every seedy nightclub in the state, and pictures of her dancing on tables, or stumbling out of clubs in short dresses with her makeup smeared across her face became a staple feature when news anchors discussed her father’s re-election campaign. Another spoilt little rich girl gone wild. Tale as old as time.

“Yeah… I know her. What happened this time?”

“Drug possession.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“Yeah, who’s surprised. Only a matter of time. Alright, Chris, what’s that got to do with you calling me at 1 in the fucking morning?”

“Her father hired us. He wants her to have a full-time bodyguard. Keep her out of trouble, ya know? You’re the only guy I trust so… you’re on the job, buddy.”

“Jesus Christ, Chris you can’t just…”

Before Dave could even start trying to back out of this shit, Chris jumps in “Listen, Dave. I get it. But you’re the only guy I think could control her. This girl is wild, okay? I couldn’t see anyone else wrangling her in. You think Johnson could pull this shit off? He couldn’t even manage a Wiggles reunion. It’s just until the election is over. 5 months. You get to stay at this big mansion by the ocean, you’ll get paid more than any other job, think of it as a 5-month vacation. Just keep her out of trouble. She’s 21, Dave. How hard could it be?”

Famous last words.

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave reader x afab reader #bodyguard!au #Pedro Pascal #dave york fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #dave york fanfic #enemies to lovers #dave york smut #dave york fluff #the equalizer 2

[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.

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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.”

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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

#maribat #timinette #marinette dupain cheng #mari and adrien are joint guardians bc i want them to be #i strayed off topic im sorry #tim drake #batfam #mild bruce bashing #ml x dc #mlb x dc #ml x dcu #mlb x dcu #miraculous ladybug #dcu #no more lazarus nonsense yay

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hey human hcs again because fuck it its revamp time

Ft: My muses && Some others that i just happen to have hcs for.

My muses + oc’s in collab w friends.

Topaz!!

Age: 16

Grade: Sophomore

Born in South Korea

Became something of a musical sensation back home, and is famous for her music mixing.

Became independent at 15, moved to the states a year later with the desire to see what America was like, hollywood in particular.

Lives in an apartment with Saphir, her senior classmate and good friend.

Pastel vibes

Sassy vibes (Much more sassy than gem topaz :o)

MomTM friend. She mediates and keeps the peace. Also will give great life advice.

Judges silently, but says nothing if she has nothing nice to say. (But she’ll think it.)

Currently has a job as a DJ at a local skating rink where her friends hang out. Gets them free food and games..

Hoping to make it big in the US so she can stay after she graduates.

Parents living overseas and helping pay for her life and schooling in the states.

She spends summers in Korea where she visits her family and tours, records music.

Part of the art club and spends a lot of time in the music rooms. She isn’t in Choir, Band or Orchestra, but is in music theory and guitar. Has a LOT of friends in all those programs.

Swiss (birth name: Sage)

Age: 16-17

Grade: Sophomore.

Swiss was born in Switzerland, but has also lived in South Korea for 5 years (where she met Topaz), London for 2, and now the US where she started high school.

Lives with her Father who is from Switzerland, her mom who was born in the UK, and her baby sister Kyanite

Class goofball and classic slacker but somehow still passes and knows the material.

‘ Whoops, I forgot my homework again’ type

Dye’d her hair blue at 14, pierced both her nose, lips, and several places in her ear. 

Depressed and tired. Brings rockstar energy’s to class a lot.

Punk Rock vibes, but wears her uniform rather well. Her messenger bag is tricked out with a lot of music festival patches and pins though.

Her and Topaz both are those kids that have earbuds and beats headphones on all the time. She gets in trouble for listening to rock in class. Or talking.

Has a band, and is the main drummer and back up vocalist.  The band was her idea, but she gives her friends a lot of freedom. Since drumming is her passion she doesn’t mind not being the lead vocalist.

Crushing on / Dating the richest girl in the school (Aquamarine ‘Marie’)

Doesn’t have a job, but thinking about getting a part time one at the record shop near her house.

Oversleeps A LOT. IS late to class a lot. Usually her detentions are from tardiness (or saying some smart ass comment to be funny and getting in trouble for it)

Very protective of her little sister, and gets along well with her in private, despite pretending that she irritates her.

No after school activities for her thanks. That stuffs lame. (Though she does wander in and hang out with the game club sometimes)

Kyanite (Ky)

Age: 14-15

Grade: 8th

One of the pretty MeanTM girls in middle school. Rather high on the social pecking order due to being an upperclassmen and being a cutie with an attitude.

Fashion sense a mix between soft grunge, a touch of punk and more flowing feminine outfits, or neat and prim /professional outfits. Whatever she decides, she likes to look good.

Very talented at doing her make up and nails, tends to have a lot of requests from other girls her age for help in that dept.

Looks up to her sister a lot more than she lets on. Lowkey wants to be involved in a lot of what she does after school. (She even begged her parents to let her dye her hair blue as well right after Swiss did (She was 12 at the time))

Love’s shopping and collecting outfits and cute little butterfly themed things for her room.

While she’s in the ‘popular’ circle of girls in her grade, shes not particularly stuck up when it comes to other kids. She can be mean, but its usually to just as entitled kids. She’s rather tame and even friendly with less popular kids in her grade. She’s very comfortable around them and enjoys not being put on a pedestal all the time

Romance obsessed. (Duh)

Wishes she could get a piercing and a tattoo like her sissy, but her parents only let her pierce her ears. 

A’s in most of her classes, but struggles in History. It’s a snoozefest to her.

Currently in band and debate team. (She plays flute)

Takes FOR-E-VER to get ready to leave the house. (Hey, its not ALWAYS swiss’s fault shes’ late.)

Best friends in school are Livie and Bebe.

Spends a lot of time after school for Band practice, Debate team activities, or supporting her bestie Bebe in her cheer practice.

Really likes sneaking in the upperclassmen building. No one’s cute in her grade :/ (according to her)

Likes to fake being sick so she can go home early. way too often.

Bonus’es! 

ft some of my other... (albiet co-op) oc’s / and aquamarine cus i can

Bebe

Age: 14-15

Grade: 8th

Met Kyanite in 6th grade and they instantly hit it off well.

Bubble gum pink hair, and really likes fashion. Always obsessed with wearing the cutest combo of clothes she can come up with.

Really sweet and bubbly on the surface, but she isn’t called a bubblegum bitch for nothing. She knows shes popular and will often trick the vulnerable into believing they have social status only to humiliate them when she sees fit.

A little bit bitchier than Ky. Not that she wants to be mean actively, she just kind of ......is how we say.....spoiled brat.

As long as her best friend cares about someone she does too.

When she actually does accept you, shes a very sweet and almost loyal to the point of irritation.

Crushing on Kyanite, kissed her at a party and has kind of never got over it.

Serial dater. Literally she has a new sweetie every week. its tiring.

Junior Varsity Cheer Team and Drama club are her life.

When she’s not doing those things, she’s spending her time in her Juniors bowling team. They go to tourney during summer.

Parents aren’t filthy rich but they are not hurting for money in any shape or form. Shes always got whatever she wanted.

Loves getting gifts, and will almost try and bug people into sending her stuff to homeroom during holidays. Either because she wants STUFF or for her own popularity.

Might be kind of bitchy but really does feel bad and get upset if people point that out about her. I wouldn’t say she /wants/ to be a bad person. her parents never told her no and nor how to not be self centered.

Very talkative and upbeat. Wants to inspire her friends and lift them up.

On the other end, is a big gossip and bad about spreading rumors and stirring up drama with people she isn’t a fan of.

Show her a cute animal and she’ll sob. I mean the whole 9 yards.

 Marie  . (Aquamarine.)

Age: 17-18

Grade: 12th

Born and raised in London for the majority of her life.  She’s also lived in France for 3 years during an abroad program her parents sent her to where she met one of her closest friends (Astrid)

Her parents are filthy stinkin rich and own a foreign luxurious fashion company and a luxury car company.

Livie is her baby sister and she often tries to pretend like thats not the case. (She loves her guys i swear)

Stuck up, bratty, and just an overall bitch. She RELISHES in it. Marie KNOWS shes mean, popular and has power and she’s proud.

“you can’t sit with me, you can’t talk to me, you aren’t good enough to even know me.”

Her desire for power has her gunning for valedictorian (cue her and satoshit fighting to the death), and she’s currently the president of student government. Thats right. She’s deciding school functions and your future you little peasant fucks.

Will shove her riches and status down your THROAT oh my goooodddd

Throws HUGE parties when her parents are out of town, uses it as a tool to make the popular kids/upperclassmen love her even more and show the ‘losers’ where their place is.

Always has to look THE best in the school, and will probably murder anyone who threatens to take her places as prom queen (i kid i kid.........maybe)

Hangs out with Astrid and Mae when they’re in town.

Has a type that does not fall in line with her image (coughcough Swiss cough) and will do a LOT to keep in a secret. But....listen....she also can’t hide it well. Like...not even a little. She gay.

She’s always seen with her posse of popular girls and her two primary school friends the topazes. They’re just the schools huge UNITS of lesbian quarterbacks, their fists as big as your face, they wont squash you, promise. (look at marie wrong once bitch.)

Will die of embarrassment of her sister livie. Unfortunately is responsible for her in a lot of ways. Driving her back and forth from school, taking her to school functions and much more. (She loves her....double pinky swear) But she claims they aren’t related. (no one believes this hoe) That don’t mean she wont DESPERATELY try to pawn her off for the day. Babysitter? Butler? Anyone? SOMEONE?

Will absolutely use Livie as a means to hang out with Swiss via playdates. Oh yeah, she knows their baby sisters are besties. It’s free real estate.

Has expressed to Swiss that she wishes they could trade sisters. ( I swear marie loves livie deep down in this essay I will----)

In a wealth measuring contest with Satoshit 24/7

Is CONSTANTLY going on overseas trips. She will never stop bragging about it.

Consumed mostly by Student Government and Theatre.

#so it got longer and longer and longer #and marie stole the show #as she should #v:human #HCs #LONG post #i am so sorry but ...i had to do it to em #;hcs

[garoudikk]

Too Far Gone

GAROUS CONFLICT Kid Sofia: Explain it to me again so I can understand it. Garou took a deep breathe while rolled his eyes. Kid Garou: Again with this? You know I’m not gonna keep explaining if, you’re never listening. Ok, the female spider eats the head of the male spider after they mate. The male spider dies Kid Sofia: If he dies, how will he know she’s in love with him? She said, as she grow her body closer to his, curling up near him as he held the new big book about the encyclopedia of bugs from the school library. Garou gave an obnoxious gazed back at Sofia, as he quickly shifted her view from her and then back at the book. Kid Garou: Bugs don’t fall in love, SQUID GIRL. They’re nothing like humans, and they actually have more of a neurological capacity, more than the average human anthropoid. Garou often called her squid girl, because he found her appearance often weird, her plumed rose, red cheek, blonde wavy hair, stronger than average, skin to the bone legs or her weird factual chin features, either way to garou she was an obsessive annoying unpleasant kid with narcissism issues. Sofia gave garou a rather bored expression from the corner of her eyes, as she watched him indulge himself deeply into every page of the book his eyes racing through the words with so much passion, it caused Sofia to grow a crump frown in the corner of her mouth. Kid Sofia: Blah! Blah! Blah! You spend so much time with books you never pay attention to me or we never play games at the park we just come here so you can read. Kid Garou: Why would I pay attention to you, you’re annoying and I can never get you to stop following me after class, so I just got used to having you around. Garou spoke carelessly as he folded each page not noticing the dash of an angering blush that appeared across Sofia’s face. Kid Sofia: Oh yeah? Sofia said with a glowing angry glare, she than to it upon herself to make him suffer for hurting her feelings, she knew garou hated being teased. Especially when it was coming from a popular kid like tacchan or the other kids in school, which Sofia was included in that category around their school, rich, popular, smart, overly praised. She jumped up off the bunch her and garou sat on, and snatched his book from his hands taking off over to swings. Garou than grow fiercely angered, as he quicken himself after her for his book. Kid Garou: UGH!!!!!!! GET ME BACK MY BOOK, YOU BURNT MEAT FACE. Kid Sofia: Not until you apologize charity boy, but even than I’ll probably just make you suffer. She then seductively stuck her tongue out at garou in a teasing manner which only pissed him off even more, as he chased her down the entire park until he retrieved his book which ran him out of breath doing so, panting to catch his breath he looked back up at Sofia whom now proceeded on the swings, placing both her feet towards the seat as she rocked back and forth giggling at garou’s recent failure loss of breath. Kid Sofia: Serves you right charity case, now we are even. That’s what you get for hurting my feelings. The wind that rushed over the both of them, flashing Sofia dress up completely, garou than looked up her with the same rage in his eyes he looked upon tacchan all the other rich popular kids in school. It was no doubt about it, Sofia was indeed a prick in his eyes. Rich, infamous, narcissistic, and bratty. She has no ideal what it was like to be in his shoes he thought, this is why the rich and the poor could never see eye to eye. He looked back down at the sand angrily as he spoke to himself in his conscious, one of these days he’ll show them all who’s the charity case. After things calm down the wind keep mincing full powerful thrust of air as Sofia swing her body on the wind moving her pelvis faster and faster with the wind while she smiled in joy, garou noticing her weird movement, and with each swing her panties showing more and more he grow seemingly annoyed and disgusted. Kid Garou: You’re a pervert, do you not know you panties are flashing the more you do that? Kid Sofia: Is it because you’re looking at my panties garou? Huh????? Do you like them? Garou than begin to rage. Kid Garou: Look you’re so damn annoying alright just go away. Kid Sofia: I can’t, she giggled. Than I would be giving you what you want, and that’s no fun. As Sofia bend over looking at garou from between her legs and giggling while her pink princess panties revealed themselves from underneath her prompt dress. Kid Sofia: Garou, what color is my underwear?! she bounced on the chair of the swing as the wind blow her dress even higher with every twist and twirl. Kid Sofia: Hahahaha! I’m censoring myself, owwww garou better stop me! Garous expression grew strange irate. He fixed his concentration on the book in his hands, as he pressed his back towards handles of the playground slide. Trying his best to ignore her perplexing actions. He then proceeded to bury himself deep into the book, that nothing else or no one else mattered. As the sun set drew near, and the star starts to answer the call of the sky Sofia felt a sense of sadness grow over her mind, as all the life flew out of her eyes. Kid Sofia: Garou? I probably won’t see you after today.. Kid Garou: That’s a good thing. He said ignoring her presence. Kid Sofia: Garou..? Kid Garou: What is it know can’t you stop talking for five minutes. Kid Sofia: If I disappeared, she said with lifelessness in her eyes. Would you…..hope……..I’d return? Kid Garou: I wouldn’t really care, life would probably be better. Sofia looked at the back of garou’s head, he did not notice the lifelessness she felt inside know she wouldn’t be able to have moments like this anymore with him. She felt a pain in her hurt knowing that. Staring back at the seat of the swing , focusing all her attention on her feet placed firmly to the core of the seat, the wind than made hissing noises surrounding the space between her fragile little lanky legs. As the felt emptiness between them and in her heart. Kid Sofia: Well ...I wouldn’t be the same if you weren't here like normal when I come to the park, I just feel fear… As Sofia whispered she revealed her true intentions. Kid Sofia: Because then I’ll know you’d never want to be around me…..and it would hurt ...knowing someone important to you has gone away because they hate you ...right? Kid Garou: Yeah, yeah, Im not listen to something more important has gotten my attention. Garou flipped hastening through the pages of his favorite book eating every word alive as if it was soothing him like music to his soul. As Sofia watched him sink into extreme indulgence, her expression began to fail, she knew after today she’d no long see garou anymore, moving to another country for her mother’s marriage arrangements only made her worry, and the fact garou didn’t get why she did the things she did, like teasing him, annoying him, even going so far to follow him to the park everyday after school, watching him being picked on from the shadows, or noticing his walking home having conversations with himself finding it funny. even Knowing she’d disappear for good but he’d never acknowledge it or care to know he was the only reason…..reason she believed she could be set free from the burdens of her life, the expectation, ther perfectionism...garou didn’t get it, Sofia envy how free, and how much he could be himself and not be judged for it, normally that envy would grow into hatred, but hers was the complete opposite she loved him, she envied him, she needed a reason for him to be her savior. Looking back at the sky hoping it will send her some form of comfort, but all she could see was the blue purple screen beat the sun into the shadows as it rushed towards night fall, she remembered the feeling of wanting to cry but tears would not present themselves in her eyes. She……She….. Sh...s…. LODGE Garou: HA! Garou’s eyes widened as he rushed his body up quickly, blood rusting towards his brain causing a pulsating headache. Rubbing his head he hoped that would give him a sense of relief, but it only made matters worse. It was a year after the defeat of the monster associate, and garou was finally a year older, reaching the age of adult maturity was never easy especially in these circumstances. Garou: The same damn shitty dream three nights in a row huh? What the fuck is wrong with me? He hauled, as a scoffing smile appeared quickly and disappeared from his face. Sweat push itself down the side of garou’s face, its no doubt about it this was a continuation of a nightmare for him, removing himself from the lodge he’d been staying in near bangs dojo, he exposed his naked body to the sunshine beaming light. Not much for a cozy tight warm cottage, but he knew he had to work with what he had. Tch, why now?! He thought. His mind launching him into an all out war, his memory persecuting him, while destorting his reality with broken pieces of the past. “Why me?! Why now...why can’t it be dreams about the day that ugly ass kid spoke up for me against the heroes.” As garou’s naked presence haunched over the water he began to wash his face, as he heard a creeping sound of sticks breaking, and the bushes moving behind his back. Garou: Show yourself fucker! He hissed. As bang appeared before garou, in a slouching position, with his hands behind his back, while hold a new set of clothes. Bang: I see you still leave yourself wide open when it comes to keeping your guard up. Garou: Tah! You just caught me on a deep thought Old Geezer I wouldn't count my lucky if I where you. Why are you here? Bang begans to walk up slowly towards, as he showed great disdain for garou’s lack or sympathy and humbleness. Bang: You know they say pride is man’s greatest downfall, it gets in the way of their oversight making it hard for them to see their own demise in battle or even the real world. Garou: Don't sell a crappy ass philosophy, I don’t need it! Furthermore I don’t base my decision and experiences off of gestures. Bang closed his eyes upon garou’s intolerance, he thought garou knew nothing of what honor, or diligence meant, or what it possibly meant to suffer to achieve those aspects of life. He was rather a quick winded person, knowing garou has not undergone enough suffering to make him invert his childish mentality. Bang: You’re older today garou, isn’t that right? it’s time you started acting like it. You’ll be put at the feet of your enemies if you keep this act up. I won’t have you causing unnecessary trouble, understand? Bang finally threw the clothes into garou’s arms. As he laden his way back to the bushes, right before he stopped himself. Bang: In this world there are no freebies, everything comes with a price to pay, your here because I took pity on you even after your betrayal. Do not make me regret my decision. Bangs began walking again towards the bushes until he was no longer in plain site. Garou than watching him walk off, as he scoffed at bangs presence disappearing. BACK AT THE DOJO As bang proceeded to open the door Charanko raced over to him, in a quick manner. Charanko: Master Bang, you’re back. Where did you go? Bang, rather didn’t speak a word, instead he hesitantly peeked his eyes over at the shining floors sparkling in the sun's beam. He then giving off a pleasing smiled, modestly as he spoke. Bang: You’ve done so spectacular Charanko, the floors look as shiny as ever, and you did not miss a spot this time. Charanko noticed his master obvious but formal attempt to switch the conversation over towards his task he’s completely, which bang has always noticed but has yet to realize the floor shining looks exactly the same everyday when he cleans them. Charanko than looks down at the floor in a sense of worry, before he gazed back at bang in seriousness. Bang: Hm? What’s wrong? Charanko: You went to see him didn’t you? Bang: It’s nothing to worry for Charanko garou isn’t committing such acts anymore. Bang said, while pass by charankos shoulder as he patted him. To Charanko garou’s betrayal was a personal thing, that really hurt Bang. He vowed to make that bastard pay, but for some reason bangs influence always stood in the way of him doing so. Charanko couldn't understand it, but he hated how compassionate Bang was in totally towards those who’ve wronged him, especially someone like garou. Averting his eyes back towards walking silent Bang, charanko’s expression grew saddened. Charanko: If you say so, master bang. MODEL SOFIA JOUTORU The streets of California never seemed this busy, flashing street lights, cars honking their horns in the review of their drivers seats at intersection clogging, cars pulling out in front of the other. Everyone in a hurry to get to their where they were going, the sidewalks filled with laughter, and jots of people left and right, up and down the street corners. Sofia checked the watch on her waist impatiently looking around for her modeling agency. Sofia: Excuse me? How long will it be before we reach 50th Street & Dalton? She said, while moving closer towards the driver's seat. Driver: We’re five minutes away at most pretty lady. Just sit back and relax. He said with a safe grin across his face. She flew back in the seat as her eyes shifted, towards the window, noticing two small children playing at the park the driver past the alley sides off the streets. Sofia suddenly started to remember her childhood a once little facetious girl, playing around with an overly emotional down to earth boy. Her eyes began to slowly close as she felt the past feelings of sadness & regret rushing through her mind. Driver: We are here miss. Sofia’s eyes flashed open, as she gave a panicky expression on her face hearing the driver rash words. She gaze out the window, opening the door of the car. Her eyes perplexed viewing the twenty story high Belington Building. As the driver took off, she proceeded her steps into the opening automatic doors. Sofia looked in her visual view tensely as she approached the receptionist, at the building counter. She then took the pen next to the sign-in clipboard. Receptionist: Hi, miss Joutoru, you won’t be needing to sign in. The receptionist said with a joyful tone in her voice and a smile brighter than the sun. Receptionist: Your mother personally asked me to send you right up, as soon as you arrived. Sofia: Is she in the main room again today? Receptionist: No, Lady Belen is going to be on the 12th floor in the cardario room. Sofia: Thank you. She said giving back formal smile. As she took the elevator, up towards the twelfth floor. Her mother raising her voice as she was giving out commands normally as usual. Sofia: Mom? Belen turned as she jumped with excitement. Belen: Ohh! THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE HERE HONEY!! These unethical morons are making my job harder than it has to be. She whispered as she winked out of the corner of her eye, at Sofia. Belen than beginning to walk off in the distance. Belen: Hurry now sweetheart, we’ll have to prepare for your shoot as soon as tenshia finishes hers. Belen turned, seeing Sofia stood at attention with a held down expression & those same lifeless eyes as she got when she got if she was going to have a seizure like she did as a child. Belen: Oh! Fia! She said dramatically cause Sofia to jump up and catch her eyes, panting short breaths from her stomach, as her eyes pierced signals of help. Belen: Oh, Baby!!! You’re skulking again, oh, mamae! She rub the sides of Sofia’s cheeks as she called nick her assistant that ran errands for her mom on the daily. Nick than ran over as a jetting jaguar. Belen, then curved Sofia in her arms, as she caressed, and kissed her forehead. Nick: Yes ma’am? Belen: Sweety, get my personal make-up artist on the phone, and please bring us two black coffees. Nick: Yet ma’am, right away. Belen kissed Sofia’s head as she held her in her arms seeking to give her comfort, but Sofia could not feel anything but a void inside of herself. Belen: Aw, my baby. Ai Meus Deus! INVESTIGATORS Investigator Miks: Time of the death? Inspector Binji: 9:05 PM Mik: Name? Binji: Tou Shimeri, he’s a doctor sir, at the richest pharmaceutical hospital in japan. Miks exhaled in uproar as he rubbed his thumb and index finger across his eyes. Miks: Time now Binji? Binji: The time now is 2:00 AM, Sir. As Binji spoke those words, Miks in raged with anger stood from his crouching position, where dead body laid, and kicked the office desk in the room that was sitting next to the dead doctor, to a wall. Miks: Those fucking mafia clowns, this reeks of those fucks, they’re on my fucking streets Binji killing my people, very innocent people Binji. Do you know how that makes us look to the DA? Binji: Like loiterers, sir? Investigator Miks gropes Binji his collar yanking him in a standing position. Miks: That makes us look very shitty to the DA Binji, wanna know why? Because the DA don’t have time for two portless pussies on the streets bring back no convict or evidence to prove they’re guilty. Those FBI cocksuckers will get a slap on the waist for ass kissing. Miks slapped Binji in the back of the head. The inspector glided his hand on the now very tender spot miks slapped in pain, he could see his boss was angry, but more so, abrasively annoyed. The thing he hated more than failure, was FBI copes. Mik noticed the other investigators run in towards the scene of the crime. They took photos, some even wrote more information of the crime scene down. Mik: Clean this shit up, we don’t need those FBI ass kissers on our backs about this one. He said to all the rest of the investigators that just arrived on the scene. Back at the DAs Office building in Tokyo Japan, Investigator Dials which was Miks right hand man, report abruptly to Miks office, as he opened his door he found him standing at the peak of his window deemed through the blinds. Dials: Mr. Shinji, you wanted to see me sir. Miks looked up towards dials barely poked head in the creak of the door. Miks: Dials come in, come in. Dials finally stepped inside the room completely as he closed the door behind him. Sitting in the chair across from Miks desk. Mik: We found similarities to the deaths of Xiauo Lei a former Chinese Yamaguchi Mafia member, and Doctor Tou Shimeri. Fact is Royale Yamaguchi, has a history & connection with both. Dials: Royale Yamaguchi, THE ROYAL YAMAGUCHI, the same man that served a 20 year sentence for the murder of his late wife, and his brother Reguri Yamaguchi 10 years ago? Miks: So you do know this cluck? Dials: The FBI has been doing a light security surveillance on him for the past couple of months since has left prison. He’s had a pretty bad run in with the gangs in Korea & China around the same time. Rumor has it he has a son now. Mik: Listen I need you to capture this guy and take him into custody, we’ll make the kid talk later. Check his background, see if he has gangs, running the connection with the tijuana drug trafficking in Cali. I need you to file those papers and have them on my desk Monday. Dials: Yes sir. Miks: Oh! Dials one more thing. As Dials started to walk off, but turned towards Investigator Miks instead. Dials: Yes sir? Miks: Also do a prior investigation on a previous head gang leader by the name of Smooth or “Gazmo” his real name is Saeji Joutoru, you know him? Dials: No sir, but I can definitely research his files, and dig up any access information. Miks: Good. PALACE FAMILY Romans steps click and clack down the halls on the well polished floor of the Yamaguchi mansion, a mansion so big you could get lost just by turning a corner. Roman started at the back of Eluises head whom had been his father's personal house worker for many generations. Roman: Eluis when are you gonna quit this place and move to miami with your wife Luis? Eluis: I could never leave your father young sir, he has been very gracious to me and my family in my long-standing youth and elder age. As Eluis turned the corner of every hall in the house Roman followed, dashing the squeaky polished floors as their steps mutter down them. Until they finally reach the penthouse room where romans father resided. Eluis: Right this way, your father awaits you. As the house worker open the two sided doors Roman approached them with the most upright joy, to see his father after 10 years. It had been so long he forgotten how his father looked. Royale: Son! Is that you? He walked down from his chair with a cane in his left hand, surprised at what he had found. He now adult, and deviously handsome son standing taller than him in his presence, royale reach in hugging Roman tightly with joy. As he looked back at romans face a smile grew widely, while he rubbed his hands across his sons cheeks. Roman: Hi, Papa. Roman said as a laugh for joy formed in his stomach. Royale could not believe what he was seeing, his beautiful son standing before him hawking over him, he than grab hold of romans neck, fell on him and kissed him, as he sob a bit. Royale: My Boy! Roman: Ok pop, it’s ok, I'm here. Royale looked back up at Roman as he whipped his eyes Royale: look at you! I remember when you were ten, and had those pansy girly legs. He looked down at romans tall stature, and donned back at his face as royale grabbed his cheeks with both his hands. Royale: Now you’re a man, wearing pants. I’ve never been prouder! Royale kissed Romans head. Roman smiled, at his father's admonishing compliment Roman: Thank you papa. Royale: Come my boy we tons to discuss. walking out on the balcony of his penthouse he and Roman sat under the stars as he lite two cigars and places them on the ashtray sitting in the middle of the table. Royale: Boy, you’re gonna be the death of me some day. Your uncle Reguri would be proud if he saw you, he’d also still would be here if he wasn’t fucking your mom, and so would she. Roman: I agree pop, they both betrayed you, just like that fucking doctor, that’s worse than running from the vows we take as mafia fam. Royale: Both are betrayal, but I suppose you have a point one is greater than the other. He said puffing his cigar. Royale saw the proud smile across romans face as he looked upon him interested to tell him the news he'd just had received about his doctors sudden death. Royale: Son, you remember that Tou, they found him dead in his office on the news today. Roman sunk in his seat with his legs slouched over the chair, while royale flicked his cigar on the tip of the ashtray. Roman: Yeah what about him? Roman said, as he gave an unresolving irritable expression across his face. Royale than pulled the cigar back towards his lips and puffed it. As he stared back at his son. Royale: Did you kill him? Roman: I did. You’ve been seeing that dung cunt for about a year now, you mean to tell me all this time went by he still hasn’t found a cure for your cancer? You’re near your deathbed pop, and all this fucking mook has is treatments & excuses? Man, get the fuck out of here! Royale than crush the burning end of the cigar into the pit of the ashtray slowly, as he quickly grabbed romans neck in a rush, using all his brutal force and tugging his hand at the sides of romans neck, he held his sons head down stifling. Royale: Son, do you not know the detriment to what you’ve done? This has caused not only the DA dogs to be after me, but I’m sure the FEDS will be right behind them. Have I not told you about making irresponsible choices? Roman: Yes, pop! Roman said in a worrying and afraid tone as his father let the back of his neck lose. Royale: You’re fucking irresponsible with a gun. Roman: Pop what else did you expect me to do? You were only getting sicker and that fuc-... Royale: THAT FUCK WAS THE BIGGEST FUCKING PHARMACEUTICAL DOCTOR IN THIS COUNTRY!! Royale spoke in a highly disgusted tone. He covered his hand over his mouth, expressing disappointment and disband for his own son. Royale: Roman, in this game of wars you have to play fair, who am I kidding you’re only twenty one. You don’t know the first thing about being the boss, because I’ve never been able to teach you. Hell, half the time of your life growing up I was incarcerated. Roman: Listen pop, I can do this! You can trust me I’m not a kid anymore, I can handle the family business Royale looked up at his son seriously. Royale: No you can’t because you let stupid shit like this go overboard leaving us in a very bad situation do you understand? Roman could only look at his father in a perplexing manner of shock. Royale: But I’m not gonna let this ruin your life like it did mines. One wrong move those fucking suckers will be on you like a racing horse. Royale then primped up from his chair and touched Romans shoulder. Royale: I want you to leave this behind kid, move on with your life, get married, have a family, you’ve never had those experiences, go out, experiment, live a little. PLEASE never come back to this shit again. Roman: No! I won’t do it! Royale swiftly grab romans neck as he pulled him courageously towards his face, pointing his finger with every word he spoke. Snaring up his nose as he spoke. Royale: YES THE FUCK YOU WILL DO IT! BECAUSE I SAID SO. Romans eyes began to form cloudy, red pools of water, as he could do nothing but humbled himself to his father's wish before he sobbed. Royale: If you don’t leave this shit alone it will snatch your LIFE from right under, do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? Roman: Yes, pop….. Roman said as he gave out a strained sob, his disfigured face only causing Roman to hold his son in his arms as he cried. Royale: Its ok, your gonna be ok, ill make sure of that, I want a better life for you kid that’s all, It’s no doubt about it they’re gonna come looking for-.... However, before Royale could finish his sentence the SWAT team burst into the penthouse doors charging both Roman and Royale at gunpoint , as a familiar FED by the name of George Chou behind him progressed two unknown agents of his division handcuffing them both in brutal mannerisms, one slamming Romans body against against the wall, and another pull Royale harshly to his knees, placing his hands on his head as he handcuffed him. Roman: Yo! GET THE FUCK OFF HIM LIKE THAT! The agent holding Roman slammed his face into the brick wall only making him angered. Roman: YO THIS IS BULLSHIT! Chou slid behind Roman and near Royale, looking at them both in an exciting drastic expression. George Chou: Royale and Roman Yamaguchi, we’ve finally got a case we can nail you both and put you behind bars for life, but now that we’ve barged into this unannounced and uninvited party!.............THAT’S JUST DOWN RIGHT ASTOUNDING, ISN'T IT?! He said, with a sarcastic grin across his face, the grin slowly disappearing once he fell silent. His shoes clacking back and forward between the two. Chou than look towards both the FBI agents hold Roman and Royale down as he flicked his head towards the doors giving them a signal to proceed. George: Take them away. The FBI agents and swat teams both moved Roman and his father outside in an attentive manner, lumping them both inside the swat cars in handcuffs. TO BE CONTINUED

#Garou #garouopm #garouxreader #fanfic #garouthemonster #herohunter #onepunchman #onepunchmanfanfic #humanmonster

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I'll be honest I'm not into He Tian/ Mo since so much of it from early on has been very physically abusive and i get that most of the fandom disregards that as "boys will be boys" but for me personally it's not an appealing relationship. But honestly you do you @ the people who are into that. I'm just gonna stay 10 miles away from it.

like... my biggest issue isn’t even that it’s such a toxic relationship (and let’s be honest here, it is toxic and unhealthy as it stands right now). my real issue is how so many fans reacts to the ship and say that clearly unhealthy behavior is cute and romantic. 

(buckle up kids, this post got long. i ramble a lot about them as characters and their relationship and their motivations) If you wanna skip all that, just read the last like... paragraph. 

like there’s literally nothing wrong with shipping and enjoying a toxic ship. nothing at all wrong with that. we are allowed to like things that are less than pure. we all have things that we like that are wrong/dark/problematique/whatever. but at the same time, i think it’s important that we are able to recognize that toxicity and not romanticize it just because we personally like it. i think it’s important to go “hey, I like this ship. It’s not healthy right now, it’s pretty toxic, maybe it won’t be in the future, maybe it will improve. but I recognize right now that it is unhealthy, and I still like it. and that’s okay.”

again, there’s nothing wrong with that!! human beings like dark things. it’s just how we are. but just because someone likes horror movies doesn’t mean it’s okay to go out and murder people. it’s important to go “wow, i love this fictional murderer! but i know that murder is still wrong.” just like we, as a fandom should say “hey, i love this fictional ship! but i know that they’re dysfunctional, toxic, and very unhealthy right now!”

but this fandom doesn’t really do that. in fact, it would seem that many aggressively don’t do that. many in this fandom will be outright rude to anyone who dares to say that tia/nshan’s behavior isn’t cute/romantic, will argue aggressively with anyone who says that mo is obviously uncomfortable and not just blushing cause of ‘gay panic’ or whatever. and that’s really unfortunate. because like i said, just because something is unhealthy doesn’t mean you can’t like it??

every single unhealthy, toxic, abusive thing he tian does to mo is seen by many fans as “cute” and just he tian “showing how much he cares”. mo’s constant discomfort at the things he tian does is, at best, ignored, and at worst, misconstrued. for example: a while back someone posted a picture set of the times mo was “blushing” because of he tian - but really it was just a picture collage of all the times that he tian has done something weird/unwanted/creepy and has made mo aggressively uncomfortable. 

and the things that are abusive (like the physical violence) just get swept under the rug by many fans. like, holy hell, he tian threw mo off of a bridge and into a creek. and the fandom just kind of ignores it and INSTEAD decides to focus on the panels after that scene in which he tian jumps down into the water and lifts mo out of the water as if it’s the cutest thing in the world he could’ve done. nevermind that he tian literally threw him off a bridge. he tian going down to ‘help’ mo doesn’t change the fact that he tian was the one who threw him off the bridge in the first place. (and let’s be clear of the reason why he tian threw mo off a bridge: it was because mo threw his phone and bag into the water. but the reason mo threw he tian’s phone and bag was because he tian had tons of creepy photos that he had secretly taken of mo. that’s not cute. that’s creepy and stalkerish. it’s a huge invasion of privacy to just take tons of secret photos of someone and mo is visibly unnerved by it. no wonder mo threw his phone and bag off the bridge! if it were a girl that he tian had done that to?? he would have been CRUCIFIED by fans. but because it’s two guys, somehow it’s cute now? 

my point is that... he tian and mo have a lot of problems. a LOT. but the fandom just doesn’t want to acknowledge it, opting instead to pretend that this relationship is okay and good as it stands right now. and what really sucks about that is that because of the fact that they are so dysfunctional right now, that means that they, as characters, have a huge opportunity for growth. they’re in a pretty bad place right now, but that means that they can only really go up. but we need to recognize that we’re sitting at the bottom of the barrel right now with this ship. and this fandom needs to recognize that they have to grow out of what they currently are in order to ever progress into something better.

there’s nothing wrong with liking this ship. i want to emphasize that again. because seriously, i mean that. i like tia/nshan. i have high hopes for the ship (even though OX continues to disappoint me. always one step forward, ten steps back with their progress it seems. that gets extremely frustrating when you think some progress has been made in their relationship and it just reverts back to toxicity but i digress). but i recognize that just because i personally like this ship and want them to eventually be happy/normal, that doesn’t mean the ship is without problems. it’s got loads of problems. and i’m just not sure why so many fans elect to ignore that fact? it’s shocking to me what this fandom will call cute or romantic. and maybe that’s my age speaking. i know many fans of this manhua are younger and just might not realize that this unhealthy behavior and not “cute” and don’t realize that this behavior will eventually have to stop if he tian and mo are ever to become something healthy.

now for some character analysis that no one asked for but that i am gunna type up anyway: 

right now, he tian and mo are 15-16 years old. they’re bratty, angry teenagers dealing with a lot of crap in their lives and neither of them have really had... great role models or easy lives that would lead to them being well-adjusted human beings. i think, given those circumstances, some of the unhealthy behavior they show makes sense. a lot of it can, i think, be chalked up to 1) their age and 2) their backgrounds. 

he tian is aggressively (and i mean AGGRESSIVELY) possessive and protective and i think it stems from the fact that he grew up learning that if you wanted something and wanted to keep it safe, you had to physically demand it and cling to it. but at the same time, he tian also grew up rich. let’s be real here: he’s spoiled. and he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants. it’s not a stretch to see that mentality extend to people he wants. and what he wants right now is mo. and he just kind of... does whatever he wants and whatever he thinks is necessary in order to exert control over mo and keep him close by. because he wants him, he wants to “protect” him (in his own weird way). and so he goes about showing this heavy affection in an extremely unhealthy and abusive way, complete with unwanted sexual advances, stalker tendencies, physical aggression, and manipulative behavior. i think... he believes his motivations to be good (because in his head he definitely cares for mo and wants to help him), but the way he goes about it is literally awful. again, if this were a girl instead of mo, we’d all be telling her to RUN. 

mo is a little harder to peg just because we still only know snippets of his past. but obviously, he’s had an absent father, he has had to become extremely self-reliant, has never wanted to depend on anyone or “owe” anyone anything. he was ostracized by his classmates when he was young: after going through an extremely traumatic experience (the restaurant scene, and then his father going to jail), his classmates branded him “bad” and not someone who could be trusted. mo then found friendship in the only place he could - with the other outcasts, and fell into the gang. every friendship mo has ever had has been toxic and physically aggressive and controlling. i mean, fuck, she li stuck dirty, dull thumbtacks into his earlobes as punishment for him standing up for another gang member. mo seems like he’s aching to have an actual sense of Self. he tian is... just another ‘friend’ who’s hurtful to him and is controlling over him. not to mention, we have no idea about mo’s sexuality. he obviously seems to have some deep rooted self-hatred and homophobia (the kid freaked out about getting a shot at the hospital in his buttcheek for god’s sake and then had a nightmare in which bullies at school said sexually aggressive things to him because he got a shot in his buttcheek). but at the same time he’s also obviously got some kind of... weird... i don’t know how to say it because it’s not affection, but... perhaps fascination with he tian. i’m not sure. because in his dream, he tian is the one that comforts him. and later on we see that mo even goes to help and ‘comfort’ he tian when he’s having nightmares too. but he’s also still aggressively uncomfortable with the things he tian does around him and the things he tian forces upon him. 

it’s just... it’s complicated.

and because of that, right now you can’t say that their relationship and the things they do to each other are cute... or happy... or well-adjusted... or even a relationship. right now, really all we have is a deeply dysfunctional acquaintanceship that is being progressed by... control and manipulation. and yes, i have high hopes that... mo will find his sense of self and will discover what he feels and what he wants. and i have high hopes that he tian will realize how he’s behaving and will come to understand that the things he does are not... good or kind... especially to someone you supposedly like and want to protect. and i mean, maybe we’re seeing a little bit of that? i mean, in the last couple chapters, we saw mo willingly asking he tian for a pair of black studs, that’s a pretty big forward motion, and mo being willing to tag along with he tian to go get them. he tian didn’t force him to climb the wall and skip class (definitely a departure from his usually forcefulness), mo went willingly. so... maybe right now we’re seeing a little development. but... like i said, OX tends to go... one step forward and ten steps back with them, and i’m afraid that the next time we see them interacting it’s going to be something violent or forceful or insulting or stalkerish. so, i just don’t know. 

but... really the long and short of it is that i wish more fans would look at tia/nshan and say “i like this ship but i recognize that it’s not healthy currently”. because that’s the truth. 

#anyway #that was a long as fuck post #i'm not tagging this btw cause i don't want disk horse like this to show up in the tags #i'm mostly just venting right now #long post #lindsey talks #Anonymous

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Loosen up. (Bodyguard!Klaus Goldstein x Reader)

Requested: 66. "I like you. You're different." + 73. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." From the promt list.

Genre: Fluff/idk if this also counts as suggestive? Only if you're very innocent I guess? And if you're on tumblr then you probably aren't so nvm 😂

A/N: sorry for being so inactive lately I've been busy with studying and such so I generally couldn't find it in me to write so yeah :/ (I have a trial tomorrow so like idk pray for me 😂) but here I am! ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ Also yes I'm aware this isn't how Vincent acts and he's not filthy rich but for now we're gonna let it slide okay? Cool. 😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"That's when I decided it was time to buy my fifth car; I mean who attends their first day of college with the same old cars, right?" The man laughs. You suspected that if he stopped boasting for longer than 2 seconds, he'd suffocate and die. You kind of hoped to witness that.

It'd been 2 hours already, yet you weren't allowed to leave the party until your dad says you could. You'd even tried to convince your bodyguard to let you leave without your father knowing anything of the incident, but Klaus was far too strict and responsible; he'd never do such a reckless thing.

Yeah, sure, it's good for your dad to have found such a trustworthy employee, but when you've been stuck talking to these blatantly boring and arrogant people that only viewed you as a good deal to obtain more wealth, well, let's just say: it makes you sort of wish Klaus cared less.

However, that was not the case. In fact, while all bodyguards waited outside, Klaus remained inside -only a few feet away from you at any given time. He also seemed to always be giving you a look that could only be describe as the look a mother gives when you have people over, and she's daring you to mess anything up.

Now, you weren't the stereotypical bratty child that refuses to take over their parents' company. You knew your responsibility and always hoped to make them proud; you just weren't a big fan of the world surrounding all the important people in business. Therefore, it made you yearn for messing around from time to time.

Today was one of those days. You so desperately hoped Klaus would get off your back for even just a few moments, so you could escape the exhausting setting. But he continued with the angry-mother-glare; it almost seemed like he'd gotten the expression tattooed on his face after the endless times he had to get you out of trouble.

There was definitely a bright side to that extra attention, though. You suspected Klaus had a thing for you. After all, he was known to be very good at his job; he could easily quit and get a job less demanding with an equal pay or even a bigger pay if he wanted, but he didn't. He decides to stay with a teenage girl that enjoys pushing his buttons. He was professional, so he wouldn't say anything or let it show, but you had this feeling in your guts that he at least felt intrigued by you.

And, surely, you were ready to use this to your advantage.

You glance towards the blond at the corner of the room, ensuring he was still staring (threateningly, but still staring nevertheless). His eyebrow arches slightly, sensing you were about to do something dumb. You could almost hear him think God, what is it this time?!

You focus your attention back on the man whose name you'd forgotten about 2 seconds after he introduced himself.

"So, I heard you're staying at the hotel here for the entire duration of the event." You smile sweetly.

"Yeah, I am." He takes a sip out of his drink.

You begin flirtatiously twirling a strand of your hair. "Well, how about you take me to have a look upstairs?"

Startled by the unexpected implications of your request, he chokes on his drink and starts coughing. You try your best not to appear disgusted, giving him a smile when he's done with his coughing session.

Sure enough, he agrees and links your arms together, leading you towards the exit of the section the party was held in.

"Miss (Y/N)," Klaus speaks through gritted teeth. He wore a smile and kept his voice quiet, but there was no denying he was ready to scold you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs." You smile, playing dumb.

"What do you mean up-" after losing his calm for a second, Klaus cuts himself off to take a deep breath and let it out before proceeding. "Would you please excuse us, Mr. Knight?" Klaus bows lightly before dragging you to an empty corner.

"You think just because you're leaving with a guest, I'll allow you to go?" Klaus whispers in annoyance.

"What? Are you jealous?" You wiggle an eyebrow at him, knowing well enough that wasn't the reason (well, not the main one, at least).

Lips pulled into a pained smile, Klaus glares. "Are you asking for an insult? I think you're abusing that service I provide for you a hundred times per minute."

"Come on, Klausie; loosen up." You poke his chest with your index finger. You knew the redhead -or Mr. Knight- was probably still waiting for you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to stretch out the process of bugging Klaus as long as possible, since it was the only way to spend time with him. It was also fun watching his nose scrunch and his eyebrows furrow in such anger. He would try to mask his frustration, but it was obvious he had a short temper when it came to you. To put it nicely, he was done with your shit.

"Don't, under any circumstances, call me Klausie." He threatens. "And I don't need to loosen up; you need to stop being so careless!"

"Sure." Rolling your eyes, you step away from him.

Before you could take two full steps, Klaus had already grabbed your arm. "Going somewhere?"

You pull your hand away. "The bathroom. Am I not allowed to answer the call of nature either?" You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Touché." He raises his hands in defeat, but once you begin walking away, he follows.

"Where are you going?"

"Just ensuring you don't get any funny ideas." He shrugs.

Huffing, you decide to ignore him. Thankfully, he was only planning to stand near the door; it didn't seem too strange imagining Klaus walking in for "safety measures": the guy was crazy when it came to his job.

"Man, another pretty dress gone to waste." You sigh, looking into the mirror. The sparkling violet fabric clung onto your body till your waist then flowed freely, reaching to merely graze the floor. It was one of the dresses you really liked; you loved the way it showed your shoulder blades and only a portion of your back; it was sexy yet classy. The glittery purple was certainly your colour too! Alas, your dad would scold you for rewearing a dress more than he would scold you if you were to kill a person (as long as you've hidden the evidence well, that is). Murder can be covered up, but 'horrible fashion choices' cannot be hidden, according to your father. Sometimes you went against that, but most of the time, you just complied, even though it's an absolute waste of money.

"You're taking too long, you know that?" Klaus calls from outside, impatience clear in his voice.

You bite back a response when you realize there's something much better you could do. Quietly checking the stalls, you ensure you're 100% alone inside.

"Could there be a valid reason you're not responding to me?!"

Ignoring his question, you just scream in response. "Klaus! Klaus, help me!" You screech frantically.

The door bursts open, and Klaus steps inside aggressively. Before he could realize what's happening, you push him back against the door, slamming it behind him.

Smug about catching him off guard, you smirk at the taller male, whose body was closely pressed against yours. "Were you worried?" You tease.

"About losing my job? Yeah." He scoffs, turning his head away from you but not bothering to push you away.

"Why is it always about the job?" You tilt your head to meet his eyes again.

"Because I'm at work?" He states with a raised eyebrow, as if it sounded stupid for you to even ask that.

You run your hands gently over his chest; even through layers of clothing, you could still feel the firm muscles concealed by the black suit. "Well, maybe it's time for a break." You grin innocently.

"You do know you can't fool me, right?" He takes one of your hands away from him but doesn't let go of it.

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him. "I'm not fooling you; I want us to have fun! Neither one of us is enjoying this anyway." You cross your arms.

An unexpected response sparks excitement within you. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" You knew he was only being sarcastic, but it gave you a pathway for more methods to push his buttons and witness his reactions.

Closing the distance between both of you once more, you stand on the tip of your toes as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, I have a lot of suggestions." You whisper in his ear, feeling him flinch lightly at your suggestive remark. You could tell he was trying to hide it and pretend he wasn't phased, but you'd already noticed it, and he knew it.

"You're gonna get me fired." Cheeks slightly red, he turns his head away and gently parts your bodies from each other. "God, why is it so hard to handle you? It's like dealing with a troublemaking child."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." You stick your tongue out at him. "Plus, father won't know anything if neither one of us told him." You point out what seemed to have escaped Klaus's perception of the situation.

"You want me to lie to your father." He laughs in disbelief.

"Mmhm, not quite. More like not telling him the full truth."

"That's exactly what lying is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, stop! Fine, lie! I don't know!" You fling your arms in the air out of frustration. A novel sound catches your attention, immediately flushing away the frustration. Klaus was laughing. Not sarcastically. No, a genuine laugh was echoing across the bathroom.

"I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if we talk a walk for some fresh air and come back." He smiles. "Just this time though!"

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your face, and you immediately throw your arms around Klaus. "Thank you!"

"You gotta stop..doing..this.." He awkwardly pats your back, careful not to touch your bare skin.

"No promises!" You shrug, before grabbing his hand and rushing outside, making your way to the exit.

"Miss (Y/N)?" You freeze in your spot. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, um.." you stutter, not expecting to have to explain yourself to your companion from earlier.

"We got an emergency call; we'll be right back." Klaus, in his usual composed state, 'explains' to Mr. Knight.

"Ah, I see." Red head may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell something wasn't right, but he either chose to let it slide or he just didn't care. Regardless, you were thankful. "I'll be waiting for your return then." With a smile and a bow, he left and disappeared into the crowd.

"You'll catch a cold." Klaus states, watching you twirl and run around in the chilly October weather.

You weren't cold, or maybe you didn't dislike being cold. It wasn't the type of cold to make you unable to take a few proper steps and force you to do an awkward penguin walk; rather, it was the type of cold to merely caress your skin, decorating it with goosebumps. "Don't worry; I'm alright."

"Just take my jacket. Your back and shoulders are exposed; you must be cold." He spoke with such certainty that it almost made you rethink for a few moments about whether you actually felt cold or not.

"Are you worried or are you just intimidated by how sexy I look?" You strike a pose far from seducing.

Klaus, who had his jacket held out for you, resumed walking as he put his jacket back on. "You know, on second thought, it might be a good thing if you catch a cold and stay at home for a week or so." He passes by you, leaving you and your sexy pose alone.

"Hey! That was mean!" You catch up to him.

"Nothing new, then." He shrugs, a slight smirk forcing itself onto his pink lips.

You speed up a little then turn around to face him once you're slightly ahead of him; you remain walking, but backwards this time, allowing yourself to look at him during the conversation. "How could you be mean to such a beautiful lady?" You pout.

"What beautiful lady?" He looks around, pretending to search for something.

You let out a dramatic gasp. "How could y-" Your sentence was inconveniently cut off by your stumble; or perhaps, it was a slightly convenient situation when you think about it from a different perspective: Klaus, as sharp as usual, was able to grasp your arm, preventing you from falling.

"Uh, thanks." You breathe out, nodding slightly. Once you begin to straighten yourself up, Klaus lets go of your arm, only to watch you fall to the ground immediately after. "I think my heel broke.." you frown, staring at your left shoe, now with its heel lying a few inches away.

"You think?" Klaus earns a glare, urging him to put aside the sarcasm and help you up.

"Those were such a cute pair.." you sigh, placing your arm around Klaus's shoulder for support. Your arms were already hurting due to the height difference; it was like hanging from a cliff but not quite.

Klaus places an arm around your waist. "Well, I can buy you another one. You need another pair to get back to the party anyway."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what? Get back to the party? That's not what we agreed on! Your father-"

You cut off his rant, "We'll get back there, and I'll call dad and inform him that my heel broke; he'd immediately allow me to leave. It's already late anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

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"Yes, Klaus, I'm sure he'd let me go home if I tell him my heel broke! Of course, Klaus, there's no way he would have some other plans for me!" Your bodyguard mimicks your voice and tone (terribly), as you sit in the back of the car your dad sent with a brand new pair of shoes.

"How would I have known he would do this?!" You complain, tightening the straps of the new shoes around your ankle.

"Well, hurry up, knight dude is probably waiting for you." Arms crossed, he taps his foot impatiently. You merely groan in response.

"I can't believe he didn't even tell me he booked a room for me at the hotel! And that I have to attend the same event tomorrow too! I didn't even bring any change!"

"Um, Miss (Y/N), your father asked me to hand you this too.." the driver quietly places a small suitcase on the back seat next to you.

"There you go; he packed stuff for you." You weren't sure if Klaus was trying to tease you or comfort you, but either way, you just let out a sigh.

After a long, mentally and physically exhausting night, you were finally allowed to leave. And boy, were you delighted to recieve the news.

"This one." You pause in front of the room that had the same number on the keycard. Klaus had already placed your bag inside earlier, but it was your first time viewing the room. "At least the room is pretty." You shrug.

"Didn't think you'd admit it." Klaus chuckles. "Well, I have to go; so, good night, Miss (Y/N); I'll be back here tomorrow." He bows.

"Wait!" You stop him before he steps outside the room.

As I have reached the 100 block limit, I'll complete this in Part 2...which I'll literally post now and it'll be shorter than this cuz it's just the ending 😂

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[ondayslikethis]

BEWARE: Rant.

i just wanna say

RORY IS SUCH A BITCH SOMETIMES

okay let me explain:

She cheated on Dean with Jess. Treated Dean like shit for the longest time. Decided to leave him and on the SAME FREAKING DAY was already with Jess! No regards of Deans feelings.

Then decides to be alone for a while, suddenly develops feelings for Dean AGAIN, just before he’s about to get married. 

Tries to ignore them, but a year after, gets involved with him AGAIN (and yeah ok Dean acted as well BUT she could’ve done the right thing and just told him to stand down because he was MARRIED) loses her virginity to him being all gullible and shit. Gets all pissed at her mom because someone finally told her the truth, acts up, gets all bratty and decides to act all childish and bitchy towards Lorelai.

She does this AGAIN with the dude that fell in love with her (i forgot his name ok dont judge me) hangs out with him ALL the time, gets super close to him and she doesnt notice he likes her???? she’s not stupid. She must’ve known something was up, but then in come’s Logan, being all playboy, sarcastic, rich and gorgeous and there goes Rory again. 

And after being together for a while, they breakup because there was a misunderstanding (he slept with like 8 girls while they werent together)

Decides to completely ignore Logans explanation, which was very sound to me because tbh he had NEVER been in a serious relationship before her, so he understood that after months of happiness and sex, the fight would be the end and they were broken up, which if you put yourself in his shoes it makes sense! He loved her (which he still didnt know) and of course following his old playboy ways decided to get drunk and have lots of sex to fill the big gaping hole of loneliness in his heart. 

And honestly she hadnt called him for months? So how the heck are you still in a relationship if you dont call your boyfriend? Its obvious men are stupid and slow. She shouldve known better but just decided to act up and get all bitchy and frivolous with him and tbh it pisses me off because Logan is a good guy! He changed for her and is such a good boyfriend to her and she just acts all bratty AGAIN. Jesus freaking christ she pisses me off. Shes adorable but at the same time shes such a stuck up brat sometimes. Definitely residue from Emily rubbed off on her after 5 months of being in high class society. 

Sigh anyway, rant done lol

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #logan huntzberger #jess mariano #dean

[kittensjonsa]

Pull Me Closer

For @jonxsansafanfiction Valentine's Day: 6 Feb - Hearts. This was a hard theme for me so I tried my best. I love animals so I guess the hearts was a little tribute to them. Oh and the story is based on the hot dress Sophie Turner was wearing at the SAG awards so I thought OK let's combine the two. Lol. If only Kit was there. But that dress hot damn wow. Anyway thanks for reading. And keep the fics coming! ************* Jon peered out through the peephole and made sure the coast was clear before he slipped out of the hotel room. Running a hand through his curls to make sure not a strand was out of place and that his now crumpled shirt was tucked in properly. She was still on him, the scent of her pervaded every fibre of his being and even on his clothes. Laundry could wait a week or two. See you tonight love, he thought as he glanced back at the messed up duvet that hardly covered a shapely leg which stuck out from underneath it. Jon felt his loins stir as he recalled the last few hours from the night before in his mind. And more nights to come, he thought grinning to himself and reluctantly opened the door. ..... TWELVE HOURS EARLIER... The annual Wild @ Heart charity ball was an event Sansa and Arya were always looking forward to in attending. All of the North's high society and who's who were invited and the Starks were almost always on their guest list. Ned and Catelyn Stark's contributions and efforts in funding wildlife research and rehabilitating the endangered grey wolves back to their original habitats in the North, were one of the Stark's family's proudest accomplishments. From building a research centre to picking the best experts in the field to funding the various programmes, Ned and Cat were a force to be reckoned with. And they had imparted their compassion and passion to their children as well. Robb was determined to continue their legacy and placed his heart and soul into doing what his parents would have done for the foundation. So much so that the organisers had promised Robb Stark, now the head of the prominent Stark household, that they would be honouring the Stark family with the Passionate Hearts award that evening. It was an award that represented what Wild@Hearts Animal Sanctuary and Wildlife Research was truly about and it was the highest honour the organisation could give to anyone for their continuing support and dedication to caring and rescuing all wild creatures big and small. Sansa was delighted when Robb rallied the whole family to ready themselves for the gala. It was Sansa's third time in attendance but the preparation leading towards the evening always seem like the first time. From choosing the right dress and jewellery, getting the right make up and hair done was something Sansa could get used to. Sansa had her eye on an exquisite red gown she saw draped on a mannequin in the Louis Vuitton boutique while out having brunch with Margaery a month ago. Sansa knew that dress was the one. Even Arya agreed it was indeed meant for Sansa and she was keen to turn heads, maybe a popular fashion magazine to look her way . "What time is the limo picking us up?" Sansa yelled to Arya who was in the bathroom, checking her hair for the hundredth time. Arya stepped out and shrugged, her curled up bob looking the same as it did a few moments ago. Sansa sat still as the make up artist put the finishing touches to her face. Sansa glanced from the corner of her eye at the red gown hanging on the coat rack. Robb had been generous with their wardrobe this time, who finally saw how much his sisters revelled in social events such as this. "I don't know, Robb will text when it's here," Arya quipped, pursing her dark plum lips. Sansa gave a little smirk when Arya took her advice and tried something different this time and picked a simple Charlie Brear dusty pink 1920s style gown that showed off her athletic physique. What are sisters for, Sansa thought happily. After the accident that took Father and Mother and little Rickon away five years ago, the Stark siblings had grown closer than they had been before. Gone were the bratty squabbles and snide remarks. They only had each other now. Sansa got up to wear her dress when a knock came on the door. "We have another half hour, I hope to God you girls are ready," Robb's voice rang in from the other side. Sansa zipped up her dress and strapped on her shoes. Arya was already ready and texting on her phone. Looks like it was going to be family night out tonight, Sansa thought as she took one final look at the mirror. Bright red dress matched with a bright red lip, Sansa was confident she was going to get some attention tonight. Perhaps best dressed by Harper's Bazaar. She could dream. "All right. You ready? Let's do this." Sansa and Arya stood in front of the full length mirror of Sansa's room and looked at themselves. How much they had grown. It seemed like only yesterday they were wearing pigtails and shoes with untied laces and now, they were all dressed up glamourously for a ball. Arya smiled back at Sansa's reflection and both of them stepped out, geared up for perhaps the best night of the year. Sansa couldn't help but squeal slightly as she stepped in the grand ballroom of the Waldorf. The huge chandelier hanged elegantly high above the room, its crystals reflecting the warm light and bathing everything in a rich golden glow. Everyone looked beautiful, Sansa noticed. She could get used to this. As the Stark siblings were ushered to their tables, Sansa felt a light tug on her elbow. "You caught my eye, Sansa," a low raspy voice whispered from behind her. Sansa almost stopped breathing. Jon. Sansa turned and was greeted by a very dapper and broodingly handsome Jon Targaryen. Sansa's mouth nearly touched the floor. The velvet navy suit with the navy bow tie looked as if it belonged on him. The almost black curly hair that neatly framed his handsome face gave Sansa butterflies. "Jon.. Oh my God, so good to see you! My, my look at you, you cleaned up well." Sansa reached over to give Jon a hug. It had been years since she last saw him. Ever since the accident. Sansa lingered in his arms when she caught a whiff of Jon's wonderful scent. How she missed him. They had been childhood friends and practically grew up together. She remembered the many times Robb and Arya used to tease the both of them as if they were a couple. Sansa didn't understand why back then, but as she grew older and realised how close Jon and her were, they might as well have been. Till he moved away with his family and now, all grown up and groomed to be a Senator. Like his grandfather, Robb had always described Jon. "Not as good as you. My, that dress, you could stop a train in that." "Well, good thing I'm not then since I plan to drink all the champagne," Sansa giggled shyly, her cheeks pink from Jon's stare. "Not too much though, at least until after a dance with me," Jon smiled as he held out his hand to her. The night went wonderfully as expected, Robb managed to bring a tear out of everyone in the room with his heartfelt speech and Arya finally getting a chance to chat with the suave Gendry Baratheon. Even Bran was having a good time. But all she could focus on was Jon. Who had been constantly gazing at her with his dark eyes from the next table the moment she sat down. They had exchanged shy smiles and looks across the tables and Sansa could even feel his eyes on her when she left for the bathroom. She had to admit it felt good. How did she ever missed out on Jon? Too close for comfort, perhaps. But still, the thought of Jon with her was a tempting prospect. And one she had always thought for some time. The image in her mind never really left. Sansa felt a nice warm buzz from the four glasses of Vueve Cliqout she had downed and leaned on her chair as she watched everyone around her. She was sober still but felt relaxed. "Robb did a wonderful job with the speech. I'm sure your mom and dad would've been proud." Sansa heard Jon and turned to see him sitting beside her. Her table was empty as Arya was seated at Gendry's table and Bran and Robb were making rounds shaking hands with everybody who congratulated them. "He did and I'm sure they would be too." Sansa sighed and wished her mother and father could see how far they've come as a family. She missed them terribly. Especially little Rickon. He would love coming to places like these. Sansa took a deep breath when she felt a sob coming on. No, it's a happy night for all of us tonight, let's just enjoy it, Sansa thought. "You know, there's a little garden out back that I've always wanted to check out at night, thought maybe I could do with some company. If you don't mind, would you like to come join me for a walk, Sansa?" Sansa came back to herself as she heard Jon's invitation. She too had wondered how the rose garden of the Waldorf looked like at night. She looked around and it deemed upon her that perhaps a quick break from all the celebration would be nice. Sansa took Jon's offered hand and followed him out of the ball room. The summer night was a balmy one and the air was warm and filled with the scent of roses. Sansa loved it, it looked different at night, the roses bore a darker red, almost purple in the moonlight. "I have to say, I've always wanted to bring a date here." Jon chuckled as he admired the garden. "Oh, so were you successful?" Jon laughed at Sansa's cheeky remark. He missed that about her. "Well, you're here with me now, aren't you? So I say yes." "Free champagne and dinner. Well, you got a good deal." They both laughed at Sansa's comment. They've always shared a similar sense of humour. "I couldn't take my eyes off you the moment I saw you walk in Sansa. And I started to remember all the times we had together when we were kids. Do you still remember? " Sansa smiled. Of course she did. " Yes I do Jon. We had so much fun together. Those were good times, of course I remember." "Have you thought of me ever since? Because I often think of you, Sansa. And I was hoping to see you tonight." Sansa blushed. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or Jon that was making her warm and tingly inside. "And I was hoping I could talk to you about something that I've waited so long to tell you." Sansa head snapped towards Jon who was now inching closer to her. Sansa wasn't quite sure what was happening. "Sansa, I-I don't know how to tell you this but I'm just going to say it.. I love you. I've always been in love with you. Ever when we were kids, I knew I loved you. I understand if you don't feel the same, but I just wanted you to know. Before I.. Before it's too late to say it," Jon softly professed, his whispering breath on her giving her goosebumps as he spoke the words. Jon was now holding her arms and looking at her earnestly. "Oh." Sansa was stunned by Jon's admission. She wasn't dreaming, she had always wanted Jon to say that to her, ever since she realised she had developed feelings for him too but kept quiet, just like he did. Missing him was terrible when he had to move far away. The emails and calls didn't stop though they got much lesser and less frequent. Apparently, they were both afraid of speaking the truth when it was the only thing that mattered. " You could have told me sooner, Jon. I missed you terribly. I thought you didn't want me around anymore." "No, no... Oh my sweet Sansa, never. I wanted to stay but family duty got in the way. And I'm sorry it did. I've always wanted you to be with me. I wanted to tell you but I didn't want to lose you if I did. Because maybe you didn't feel the same way. " Sansa felt tears coming on. How long she had waited for those words to greet her ears. It was a song. " But you were wrong Jon. I did. I've always did." "Oh." Jon looked down and tried to compose himself. This was getting harder than how he had planned it to be. "Jon, I've always loved you. And you know what, I still do. I just wished you acted on it, instead of letting it be. I wondered for so long, Jon." It was Jon's turn now to tear up. How could he not know? He cherished her friendship and presence so much that he didn't dare to ruin it. It was a mistake to leave it and it plagued him ever since. "Oh Sansa, I was an idiot. I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you, for all the lost time?" Sansa's eyes searched his and wondered what she would do if this opportunity didn't present itself again. They were reunited again and there must be some cosmic reason for such things. Sansa wasn't a big believer in most things but the feelings bubbling up in her, told her there was something truly magical about what she and Jon had shared. And perhaps, they both were not going to let it pass and lose it again. "Well, pull me closer, Jon and we'll find out."

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jon x sansa #jonsansaff #modern au #award season #the red dress #omg

[nindysm]

The predictable downfall of Rory Gilmore

First, let's establish some things that are NOT news. As always, I am stressed about work - more precisely, about not doing and achieving as much as I should have. I am under pressure of turning 30 in six months with no significant change in any aspect of my life. I have this looming fear of becoming irrelevant and replaced by younger, better, more humble, more flexible, more talented people. I am nowhere near financially thriving - I am struggling just to be stable. I feel like I am wasting my life and nonexistent career path. I am crippled with an immense guilt of not learning to deal with capital F Failure sooner. I KNOW that I SHOULD turn my life around quickly and get my shit together before all opportunities slip away, but wow why am I still here, whining and oversharing on the internet.

I have been re-watching Gilmore Girls. Growing up, when the show was still airing on TV, I did watch some episodes of it and was familiar with the big arc but I was never really into it (I was more into Friends and Sex and the City hahaha). However, sure enough, I took pride in being compared to Rory. When people told me that I reminded them of Rory, the bookish, studious girl from Stars Hollow, I couldn't help but feeling this sense of accomplishment. Like Rory, I also wanted to be a journalist and author. Like Rory, I dreamt to enter Ivy League schools. And I'll admit, I too wanted a strings of cute, devoted boyfriends like Dean, Jess, and so many others haha.

Anyway, in the past year, I've been trying to revisit some old habits that I did in my youth, which I believe contributed to being driven and actually getting things done well. Included as part of this nostalgia was listening and watching stuff that were a big part of the period. Thus, my intention of re-watching Gilmore Girls is simple, I want to study Rory. I want to see this determined girl that I grew up being compared to. I want to see what makes her tick and more importantly, how she copes with the real world as an adult.

And boy. What the fuck.

Watching the show as a 29 year old, I must say that I find Rory Gilmore insufferable. She is a spoiled, entitled brat who thinks the world must revolve around her because she is oh-so-very special. She treats people around her poorly, from her boyfriends, best friends, and especially her family. The fact that she is now stuck as a thirtysomething is actually predictable because she never puts in the work. She expects things to just be handed out to her in a silver spoon and that her rich grandparents will always come to her rescue. No wonder, she doesn't go anywhere when she could've been going places.

Everything that happens to Rory in adulthood can be traced back to her teenage years. Even in the pilot, I had this slight annoyance when she had her mom's staff at the Inn helping her with her school assignment. That's her responsibility? Not to mention the meltdown she had at Chilton when she couldn't take the test because she was late. And don't get me started at how Rory treats Lorelai. That being said, I wish Lorelai was more assertive towards Rory. I think Lorelai tries so hard to be the cool mom but on the way, she excuses many bad behaviours. If only she uses the mom card more often, maybe... Rory wouldn't grow up to be so bratty after all? Of course, it's not entirely Lorelai's fault, I mean Richard and Emily had some fair share of overly indulging Rory, but at least Emily sometimes called Rory out when the snobbery escalated.

Nonetheless, I could not help but to be self aware. Am I turning into Rory Gilmore myself? Have I been a Rory?

Many have pointed out that Rory is such an only child, the ever-pampered baby who never learn how to share and accept failure. Could it be that I am in the same path as hers then?

I always think I'm different from other only children, in the sense that I am to a certain extent self-reliant, but am I though? Haha. Isn't feeling "different from the others" is in a way a form of entitlement and superiority?

Unlike Rory who thinks that some jobs are beneath her, I pride myself in wanting to put in the work, in taking any job no matter how small or big. But is it really? How about some projects I did not put some thoughts into because I felt it wouldn't look so good on my portfolio? How about those easy-money stuff I take purely for the money? Am I still better than Rory? How about this chronic, ongoing mallady in which I feel that I have poor work ethics?

I feel like, with all that goes on with Rory, she deserves it. That being said, do I deserve this anticlimactic journey? Maybe, I mean why not? I am not exempted from reality. Am I plunging into my own downfall?

I know that I have a choice to turn things around, that things can change, that it ain't real until it happens. But I'm running out of optimism. I genuinely thought I'd achieve something by now, something that is my own. I am aware that things like this take process, but it doesn't help to be constantly reminded that I'm going past my prime soon. No more under 25, under 27, under 30. On one hand I realize that this society's obsession with youth is toxic and that most young achievers are incredibly privileged. On the other hand, a part of me feels that I'm just saying that to excuse myself, to justify my own's mediocrity.

There's nothing inherently wrong with being mediocre of course. It's just that with the resources that I was provided with, the opportunities that I had... it's easy to see myself like a failed "investment". I can see it in people's eyes, when I told them about my studies, where I live, my age... there's always that look, that "What are you doing here? You should be doing something big." Is it wrong to want to be doing something small, or am I just too afraid of failing big?

I feel like this blog has chronicled all of this existential crisis for like a decade now. I feel bad, really. I was hoping that things would turn brighter.. But I can still feel the same angst I had at 21. Nothing changes significantly. Will I still feel the same at 31? 41? Maybe not. But I just wish by then I'll grow more comfortable with it.