#he's like a toddler itll be fine

[sardonic-sprite]

Home Alone

Some days, Tim was really fucking glad to have Batman for a next-door neighbor.

He couldn't exactly remember a time when he was quite this glad or relieved, though. He'd never been on the verge of being kidnapped before.

But that was ok. He wasn't going to be kidnapped.

He had a plan.

Call the police would probably have been more rational, but the power was all still dead from the snowstorm, and Tim figured the roads to Bristol were blocked up, too. At the very least, his driveway was, and it was long enough to be considered its own short road.

Stupid fucking snowstorm. It was its fault that Tim's parents couldn't get back in town, and that he was alone and trying not to end up kidnapped on Christmas.

But it was ok. Because he wouldn't. Because he had a plan. And about two hours to set it into motion. And if it failed, the kidnappers were probably just going to be so pissed they'd kill Tim, so technically his goal of don't get kidnapped would still be met.

Technicalities were usually much more fun.

Tim ran around the house in a frenzy, darting glances out the window every few minutes to make sure the creepy men hadn't gotten any closer. But no, they were still huddled around their fires out in the yard, waiting for him to surrender.

Big fat nope to that one. Tim didn't know who they were working for, or why that guy wanted an eleven-year-old kid, but he knew it was most definitely for something very bad, and he wasn't interested in the particulars.

He paused, shuddering at the thought that entered his head, then scattered a few more Lego pieces on the floor.

The thing was, Tim could neither call for help nor run away while the power was out and the bad guys were surrounding the house. But if he got them inside the house, and made sure they couldn't follow, then he could race across the half-mile stretch to the property line. Crossing that would trigger Batman's security, and he'd come and investigate and bring Tim somewhere safe and beat up the bad guys, and maybe even be impressed at how clever and resourceful Tim had been.

Of course, even getting outside hinged on how many bad guys actually did come inside, and how many got caught in Tim's traps long enough to give him a head start. The traps had never been tested, after all, and Tim only had time for so many math calculations to determine their effectiveness. Drake Manor was also so large that he couldn't sufficiently cover it. He'd have to guide the bad guys where he wanted them to go.

Which meant he was using himself as live bait.

... It was gonna be fine.

The clock began striking nine as Tim finished his second-floor traps and double-checked the wiring. His heartbeat was going crazy in his chest, and he took deep, slow breaths in time with the chimes to steady himself. If he hyperventilated and passed out, he was worse than dead.

"TIMOTHY DRAKE," boomed the voice that had called out before, somehow magnified so that each word was perfectly clear, "THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE. SURRENDER NOW AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED. REFUSE, AND WE WILL USE ALL FORCE TO APPREHEND YOU."

Tim threw open the nearest window and stuck his head out, squinting against the snow to see the nearest fire. He didn't know if the man was at that one or not, but it didn't matter. He was sure his cry of "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE! EAT SHIT!" was heard by all.

He slammed the window shut as the voice yelled furiously and sprinted down the stairs, skipping over the wires and traps. He wasn't sure how many were going to enter in each direction, but the first landing was the best place to bring them all closer.

Tim had to wait there for several minutes, anxiety building, before he heard the first cry of pain. It sounded like it came from the front door, and Tim smirked, thinking of the heavy vase that had just gotten shattered over the bad guy's head.

Strangled swearing erupted from the kitchen where superglue had stolen shoes to bare feet to a sea of Legos. A howl rose from the living room where a hot plate had been set under the window.

"DRAKE!"

"Last chance to surrender!" Tim hollered mockingly, wiping sweaty hands on his pants.

Screams and a terribly loud bang meant that his flashbomb had successfully blinded someone, and the most creative swear Tim had ever heard in his life confirmed that sticking his mother's sewing needles into the grey carpet had been a stroke of genius.

"You will pay for this, you insolent whelp!"

"You want it in cash or credit?" Tim needed them closer. Besides, it was just a little bit fun to tease.

"In blood!"

The first man appeared at the foot of the stairs. He held his right hand close to his chest, but otherwise looked unharmed. He must have avoided the lighter in the hall, though by the sound of it, one of his buddies hadn't.

Tim gulped. All he could see above the black ninja mask was the man's eyes, and he looked furious.

"Um, how about traveler's checks?"

The man started up the stairs with a roar and immediately toppled backwards, slipping on the generous coating of oil over the hardwood.

"Oh, yeah, I just polished that."

One man staggered into the foyer from the front hall. He still had dust and broken pottery on his head and shoulders, and his eyes looked unfocused. Another limped in from the kitchen, barefoot and glaring. He drew a knife, and Tim scrambled backwards.

"No!" The first man grabbed the other's wrist. He didn't look happy about it, but he said, "Lord Ra's wants the boy alive."

"He can live without his arrogant little tongue!"

Tim tried to think up something clever to say, to get them to come up the stairs, but he really did not want them any closer than they were. Out in the yard, they couldn't hurt him, but here they could. They could hurt Tim very, very bad.

Two more ninjas stumbled in, one blinking and squinting, pant leg still smoldering. The other, who looked like a woman, was walking on the sides of her feet. She left a thin trail of blood behind her, and Tim both felt sorry and wished it were worse all at once.

"He's lost his tongue even without your blade, Hans," laughed the first man. "Not so brave now, are you, boy?"

Brave, Tim. Brave like Robin.

Jason wouldn't be scared of these goons, and neither would Dick. Dick would make fun of them, and Jason would cuss them out, so Tim did both.

"Like hell I'm scared of you shit-faces! The wax dummies at the history museum would make better ninjas than you!"

Hans yelled and ran at the stairs. He didn't hear the first man yell, "Fool, it's oiled!" until he was already flat on his back. Tim listened very hard, but couldn't hear anyone else in the house. He taunted, "Where's the rest of you? Maybe you could use the power of friendship to figure it out," to make sure.

"Thank whatever god guards you there are none others," the woman snarled. "Or you would choke on your blood even as you laugh."

"Dramatic," Tim quipped weakly, voice a bit too high.

"How did we fail him that Lord Ra's would punish us this way," moaned Pottery Man. "Being tormented and mocked by an infant."

"Hey!" Tim cried, indignant. "I'm eleven and five twelfths!"

"Enough of this!" Number One shouted. "Hans, the servant's stair, Edda, the back stair. Jethro, the dumbwaiter." They scattered, and One began stalking up the oiled stairs, clinging to the rail and motioning the blinded man to stay behind. "You think we do not know every hall and stair in this house, boy? Every entrance and exit? What do you think will be your salvation if you stall us?"

Tim swallowed, edging into the hall and carefully pushing open the first door. He may have to adjust his escape plan.

"Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Steven Spielberg, 1981!" Tim hollered. He dove out of the way as his father's massive, prized floor globe, the one twice the size and weight of Tim, rolled down the improvised ramp and onto the stairwell, gathering speed every second.

Tim took off, running down the hall to his bedroom without looking back. He heard screaming from several parts of the house, and would have jeered at them about not expecting him to know how to trap his own house, but he no longer wanted to give away his location. He'd need extra time now. Climbing down from his window was going to be a hell of a lot harder than climbing the rope he'd put in the dumbwaiter for himself.

Tim pulled out his army knife as he passed the dumbwaiter door and started sawing at the rope, grateful the set-up could double as another trap. He didn't even have to cut all the way through, the ninja's weight snapping the fibers in seconds once they frayed. He heard a yell and an awful snap.

The cry of, "I'll kill you, brat!" should not have been comforting, but Tim didn't want to have killed anybody, so it was.

He made it to his room, shut and locked the door, then shoved his dresser against it, grunting and panting. He had to lean against it for a moment to catch his breath, swiping the sweat from his forehead. He gave himself thirty seconds, but dropped it to twenty when the shouting drew nearer.

"I can do this," Tim whispered, stepping onto the windowsill and staring down. "I can totally, one hundred percent do this."

He sat down and shimmied around until he was clutching the window ledge with ungloved hands. His fingers were already freezing. His toes hung and flailed in open air for a few terrifying seconds before they found crevices in the weathered brick.

Tim took a deep breath.

Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his way down the wall until his feet hit the top of the first floor window. His fingers scraped and bled against the bricks, turning white with cold and terror. Sweat ran down his face and back, making him hot and cold both at once. Once he got his hand or foot on a hold, it was hard to make himself move again.

Carefully -- oh, so, so carefully, when Tim's feet hit the top of that window, did he turn his head over his shoulder. The snow rose to the bottom of the window, making the drop only about three feet into a cushion. Tim closed his eyes and jumped.

The snow crunched loudly beneath him, and he broke through it up to his knees. He didn't dare waste time celebrating, but immediately started off, hoping the blizzard would help to cover his tracks.

Half a mile due east. Tim could make it.

Half a mile through ever-deeper snow, in wind and dark, with only a coat and boots, and furious ninjas hunting him down.

Tim had to make it.

At first he tried to run, shoving his hands in his pockets to make them warm, but it was like trying to run through a pool, and Tim soon found himself basically swimming with his arms and legs. Within minutes (though each felt like an hour) he couldn't feel his fingers at all.

The snow was high enough to slip into the tops of his boots, melting into his socks and making his feet grow numb. Tim started crying, only realizing it when the tear tracks burned down his cheeks and froze there. Every breath became a white cloud in front of his face.

The whole world had turned into the snowstorm. Tim didn't know anymore if he was going east or west, north or south, up or down. If he was still going towards Batman and safety, or if he'd got so turned around he was about to run right into the ninjas' arms. He stumbled and staggered, knowing he had to keep moving no matter where he ended up. Fall down in the snow, and he was never getting back up.

Then finally, finally, Tim saw light in the distance.

"Help!" he cried, but his voice was ripped away by the wind.

"Batman! Mr. Wayne! Robin! Help me, please!"

A shadow blocked the light, and Tim sobbed in relief as arms hugged him tight.

"So this was your clever plan, was it, boy? No wonder Lord Ra's took an interest in you."

Tim screamed and started thrashing, but the ninja had his arms pinned, and the snow blocked his kicks. He tried to bite, but there was nothing in front of his face but thick cloth.

"Let go!" he wailed. He was so close, he couldn't fail now. "Let me fucking go! Hel--mmph!"

Tim was spun around and a hand covered his mouth, grip bruisingly tight, enough that Tim couldn't even move his jaw, let alone bite.

"Oh, no, boy," the ninja snarled in his ear. "You will be brought before the Demon's Head, and punished for every injury inflicted, and even the great Detective can't save you!"

"Can't he?"

Tim's heart leapt as a hulking shadow appeared out of the snow, Batman's unmistakable growl now a roar over the wind. He had done it! He'd gotten to Batman! He was saved!

And then he felt ice cold metal against his throat.

"Stay out of this, Detective. Lord Ra's cares not if he must resurrect his prize."

Tim trembled, even though he'd stopped shivering ages ago. He didn't know what that meant, but he never wanted to find out.

"He should care that Gotham and its people are under my protection. Let the boy go, or there will be retaliation."

"We do not fear your posturing, Detective," the ninja sneered. He started dragging Tim back, away from Batman and safety. "And we do not fear your allies. But continue to oppose us now, and we will strike you down--"

"Wanna bet?"

There was a loud thunk and the ninja's hold went slack. The knife dropped to the snow, its wielder crumpling, and Tim stumbled, grabbing for his throat to be sure it wasn't bleeding.

"Kid? Kid, what's wrong, are you hurt?" Robin hollered over the wind.

Tim slowly shook his head, staring at the ninja. He felt something warm and big and surprisingly soft drape over his shoulders, like a blanket, and looked up to see Batman leaning over him with his cape.

"You're freezing," he murmured, sounding much more like Mr. Wayne. "Robin, get him inside!" His voice dipped back to a growl as he said, "I'll deal with the League."

"Here, kid."

Batman was replaced by Robin, but the cloak remained wrapped around Tim. He was bundled tighter into it, then scooped right off the ground and into Robin's arms. He squeaked in surprise, but pressed closer because Robin was so warm.

"Geez, you're tiny!" Robin half-shouted, wading through the snow only a little faster than Tim had. "How old are you, kid?"

"Eleven and a half," Tim mumbled. Jason Todd was a fine one to talk about being small for one's age.

As Robin muttered something like, because the half makes all the difference, a big black shape loomed out of the snow right in front of Tim's face. It took him far too long to realize it was a Bat-Snowmobile; Robin had plopped him on top and climbed on behind him before he registered the headlights had turned on.

"Hang on tight!" Robin ordered, and the engine roared to life.

Tim yelped, grabbing Robin as the vehicle lurched and zoomed into the storm, throwing his arms around the older boy's neck and hiding his face against his shoulder. One arm wrapped around Tim's waist and gently squeezed.

"Just hang in there a few more minutes, squirt. It's not far."

"What's not far?"

Not Tim's house. Please, not Tim's house. He didn't want to go back and run into the rest of the bad guys -- the League -- without Batman. Robin was awesome and warm, but Batman was powerful, and Tim didn't think the League would give up without more of a fight.

Robin hesitated before answering. "Wayne Manor is just under a quarter mile. They can look after you while I go back to help Batman."

Tim sighed in relief. Wayne Manor would be warm and safe, and until Batman and Robin came back to be Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd, Tim would no doubt be looked after by Alfred Pennyworth, and he was as powerful as Batman himself in Tim's book.

I did it, he thought happily, cuddling closer to Robin's warmth. I actually fucking did it.

"Eat shit, Lord Ra's."

Robin laughed.

After only a few more minutes, Wayne Manor appeared, looming out of the dark with a few cheerily lit windows. There was a glowing Christmas tree visible through one, and seeing it warmed something other than Tim's fingers.

Robin parked the Bat-Snowmobile outside the back kitchen door and swung himself off, then scooped up Tim to plop him on the ground. He kept an arm around Tim's shoulders as he went and knocked on the door. Tim could see the kitchen lights on, and it only took a minute before the door opened to reveal Alfred Pennyworth in a robe and nightshirt.

"Good heavens!" he exclaimed, and immediately backed up to usher them inside.

"Mr. Pennyworth, this is Tim Drake, your next-door neighbor," Robin introduced. "His home was attacked tonight by the League of Assassins, and he had to run a long way through the cold. If you would look after him and warm him up, Batman and I will be back before too long."

"I-- yes, of course," Mr. Pennyworth said, surprise changing to concern. "Thank you, Master Robin."

Robin nodded and ruffled Tim's hair. "You'll be safe here for a while, ok, squirt? Batman or I'll be back soon."

Tim nodded, and Robin grinned and left. Tim could hear the roar of the Bat-Snowmobile as it tore off outside.

Mr. Pennyworth turned to put a kettle on the stove, then told Tim, "Come, let's get you out of those wet things, Master Tim."

Tim nodded eagerly, stumbling a bit on frozen feet as he followed Mr. Pennyworth to a bathroom, still clutching Batman's cape around his shoulders.

"I'll set some of Master Jason's things outside the door for you. You're about the same size, I think. If you can find your way back to the kitchen, I'll have hot cocoa ready in moments."

"You don't have to go to any trouble," Tim said shyly.

"Nonsense, dear boy." Mr. Pennyworth smiled. "Tisn't any trouble at all, I assure you."

He left, and Tim stripped out of his sweats and socks. He hated to drop Batman's cape on the ground, but it had gotten soggy with snow just like everything else. He tried to fold it up, but it was like trying to fold his sheets, it was so huge.

A knock came at the door, and Mr. Pennyworth called that there were pajamas and a sweatshirt outside. Tim answered with a thank you and waited a moment before sticking one hand out the door to snatch the bundle.

He was startled into a laugh to see that the pajamas were themed like Batman and the hoodie like Nightwing. He wondered if Dick had gotten it for Jason. There were also a non-themed pair of slippers, and now that the feeling was coming back to Tim's toes, he could tell they were wonderfully soft.

Once dressed, he found his way back to the kitchen, where a kettle was starting to whistle before Mr. Pennyworth plucked it off the stove.

"Warming up, Master Tim?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Pennyworth."

The butler tutted. "Alfred is quite alright, dear boy."

"Thank you, Alfred," Tim corrected shyly. He'd never called an adult by their first name before.

A very loud yawn from behind made Tim jump, turning to look at the doorway, where...

Tim blinked.

Where stood Jason Todd.

He was dressed in Wonder Woman pajama pants and a red hoodie, rumpled like he'd been asleep, but his hair was still damp and his nose and cheeks pink from the snow and cold. His eyes looked bleary and sleepy, like he'd just woken up, but he most definitely scanned over Tim like he was looking for injuries.

"'S goin' on, Alf?" he asked, slurring his voice to sound half-awake. "Who's that?"

Tim just kept staring, dumbfounded, as Alfred said, "You recall young Timothy Drake, Master Jason? I'm afraid he ran into quite the spot of trouble tonight. Robin brought him here for us to look after until the situation is resolved."

Jason's eyes widened like he hadn't himself, as Robin, dropped Tim off ten minutes ago. "No way," he muttered. "What the hell were you doing, Timbit, that you got mixed up in superhero stuff?"

Tim hesitated.

"Batman! Mr. Wayne! Robin! Help me, please!"

"So this was your clever plan, was it, boy? No wonder Lord Ra's took an interest in you."

Tim hadn't had any idea just why he was being almost-kidnapped, except maybe for ransom or something, until the ninja had said that, and Batman showed up seeming to know all about that Lord Ra's guy and his ninja-kidnappers. At the time, he'd been too terrified to analyze, but now he wondered...

Did Ra's somehow know that Tim knew who Batman was? Tim didn't think that was possible. He hadn't even told his parents. But maybe Ra's was a mind-reader. Or had some kind of special powers. But then why would he need Tim to tell him who Batman was? Especially when the ninja sounded like Ra's and his League already knew all about Batman.

"Timber?"

Tim blinked and looked back at Jason. He and Alfred were both watching Tim, sharp-eyed. That was when he realized Jason wasn't just asking as a shocked civilian, he was investigating as Robin. In order to protect Tim, he and Batman needed to know why he'd been endangered in the first place.

"I...I don't know," he admitted. Jason's mouth twisted into a thoughtful frown, until Tim hesitantly added, "But I might have a guess?"

"Yeah? What do you think?"

Alfred set a cup of steaming cocoa on the table in front of Tim. It warmed his face, and he almost thought it burned his hands when he cupped them around it, but he didn't care. One sip warmed him all over inside, like he hadn't been cold or frightened at all. He wondered if Alfred was magic.

There was another clink of ceramic, and Tim realized Jason had gotten a mug of cocoa, too, and had sat down across from Tim. He held out a bowl of marshmallows, and Tim took two with a soft thanks.

Jason waited until Tim had taken two more sips before prompting, "Timmers? What's your guess?"

Tim took a deep breath, trying to calculate how mad Batman was going to be when he found out, and blurted, "I know who Batman and Robin are."

"What? No way! Who are they? How did you figure it out?" Jason gasped, face splitting into a grin, looking for all the world like someone expecting to hear the most amazing secret in the world.

But Tim saw the panic behind his eyes.

"I wouldn't tell you, if you didn't know," he promised. "But they're you. You and Mr. Wayne. I... I know because it was Dick Grayson first. He's the only person ever who can do a quadruple flip, and I saw Robin do it with my own eyes."

Jason stared.

Alfred stared.

Tim ducked his head and stared at his cocoa.

Then Jason said slowly, "You... you saw the first Robin in person? Doing a four-flip?"

"Yes?"

"How... how old were you?"

Tim frowned, calculating. "Nine?"

Alfred coughed.

"You were nine," Jason repeated. "And you were out in Gotham and saw Robin. Doing a fancy flip. And figured out one of the most dangerous and well-kept secrets in the city."

"Yes," Tim said, a bit more confidently. "Like I said, only Dick Grayson can do that flip. And if he's Robin, Bruce Wayne has to be Batman. And you have to be the next Robin. It's... it's just logic."

It's just logic, Jason mouthed. His lips stayed parted in astonishment as he turned to look at Alfred.

"That's... quite impressive, Master Tim," he managed. "Although, might I inquire... just what were the circumstances under which you saw Robin's flip?"

Tim hastily took a sip of cocoa. Jason raised his eyebrows and copied him, not setting down his mug until Tim did. Tim immediately took another sip. Jason and Alfred exchanged a glance.

"IusedtofollowBatmanandRobinaroundatnightandtakepictures," Tim blurted.

Jason blinked rapidly several times before suggesting, "A-again... slowly, please?"

"I... I used to, to follow Batman and Robin around at night. And take pictures."

"And your parents let you?" Jason yelped.

"They didn't... exactly know?"

"How...?" Jason's voice kept sounding more and more strangled. If Tim didn't know better, he'd have thought an invisible villain was throttling him.

"Well..." Tim ducked his head, shoulders almost rising to his ears. He stared intently at the melting marshmallows in his cocoa as he said, "They're not really around much."

"What exactly do you mean by 'not much,' Master Tim?" Alfred asked, both firm and kind, but also concerned.

Tim's ears felt hot. "They're usually on digs. They come back for a weekend or so every couple months. So they never knew I went out at night. I never told them I figured out who you are. I promise that I've never told anybody, and I never would tell anybody, even that Ra's guy, no matter what he did!"

He looked back up at Jason and Alfred, hoping they could see the honesty in his face.

Their faces showed a mix of shock and horror. Jason's eyes were wide and round, but Alfred's were pinched, and his mouth was drawn into a hard line. Tim swallowed nervously.

"You're a very impressive young lad, Master Tim," Alfred said in a carefully measured voice. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I think I ought to go inform Master Bruce of... these developments. I assume your parents were not home tonight?"

"Their flight got cancelled," Tim admitted. He wondered for the first time, as Alfred nodded curtly and stepped out of the room, if Batman had a mind-wipe machine or something. He very much hoped not.

Jason made a low whistle, then murmured, "Well, damn." He took a sip of cocoa, looking at the door Alfred had left through.

"What's 'well damn'?" Tim asked, voice too high.

"Alfie's 'bout'a go off," Jason chuckled, then, seeing Tim's expression, clarified, "not on you, Timberly, on your parents. And Ra's. Definitely also on Ra's."

"Why would Alfred be mad at my parents? And what does he need to tell Batman? Are you mad at me? Because I figured it out? Or..." Tim gasped in horror. "Or because I led them here? I led them here! Oh, God, I told a villain who Batman is! I--"

"Tim! Tim, calm down, it's ok!" Jason seemed torn between laughter and concern, but he reached out and put a bracing hand on Tim's shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong. Ra's already knows who we are. Alfred just has to tell Bruce, um. Not to look for your parents. And why they're not there. And that's why he's pissed off, because nobody should leave a little kid all by himself for all but a few weekends out of the year."

Jason looked pissed himself when he said the last bit. Unfortunately, all of it just left Tim with even more questions. But even as he opened his mouth to ask them, there was a loud rattling and banging from above.

"What was that?" Tim yelped, jumping and spilling cocoa on the table.

"The storm," Jason said, completely expressionless. He grabbed some napkins from the holder on the table and dropped them on the spill, clearing it with one neat swipe. "Don't worry about it."

"You're sure it's not the ninjas?"

Jason snorted. "Don't ever let them hear you call them that. I'm sure, kid. Batman's got it covered."

Alfred came back into the kitchen muttering about reception, and took Tim's and Jason's empty mugs over to the sink to wash. There was a loud pounding from up above, first moving distant, then drawing near again. Tim realized it was running feet.

He raised his eyebrows at Jason.

"The storm, huh?"

Jason shrugged with a smile too mischievous to be innocent.

A moment later, Bruce Wayne appeared in the doorway, hair mussed and face pink, barefoot and wearing a red bathrobe that did not succeed at hiding the Batsuit underneath.

The way he blinked and squinted at the warm kitchen light appeared genuine, but he sounded far too awake as he said, "Alfred, what's going on? Who's this? Jason? I thought you went to bed."

Jason glanced at Tim, mischief peaking.

"Dad!" he exclaimed, jumping up and running over. "Dad, you'll never guess what happened! This is Tim Drake, from next door, and he was attacked by supervillains and Batman and Robin came and saved him and brought him here!"

"Oh! My... God..." Mr. Wayne faltered, glancing from Alfred (who's back was turned to hide his smile) to Tim (who was just as confused as he seemed) to Jason (who was grinning just a bit too wide), before narrowing a bit at the last one.

Jason beamed up at him, and Mr. Wayne apparently decided not to worry about it, because he turned to Tim and asked, "Are you alright, Tim?"

"I... think so," Tim said slowly, staring at Jason, who was mouthing at him. Mr. Wayne glanced down at his son suspiciously, but Jason shut his mouth in an instant.

"Are you hurt at all? Cold?"

"No, I'm ok now. Mr... uh, Alfred's hot chocolate warmed me right up."

Mr. Wayne smiled. "It does that quite well. Are..." He turned hesitant again, glancing at them all before asking, "Do you know if your parents are alright? If they escaped?"

"They weren't even there," Jason said, bright smile turning downright ferocious. "They leave Tim all alone in the house all year and only come in for a weekend every once in a while. And since that's criminal neglect, and Batman and Robin asked us to take care of him, I guess I got a little brother for Christmas like I asked for after all!"

Tim stared. Mr. Wayne stared. Jason beamed. Alfred coughed in a way that sounded much too much like a laugh.

"Um..." Tim started, but had no idea how to continue.

"It... I... don't think it's all quite that simple, Jay," Mr. Wayne cautioned hesitantly. Jason just stared straight up into his face, both grinning and glaring at the same time. It was mildly terrifying, and Mr. Wayne cleared his throat before turning to Tim. "But of course, you're more than welcome to stay with us until it's safe. We'll be glad to have you."

Tim stammered out a thank you, wondering if Mr. Wayne offered because he knew as Batman that it wasn't safe. He hoped not. As awesome as being Jason Todd's little brother sounded, Tim already had parents and a home, even if they were... distant. He also wondered why Jason was pretending he was an ordinary civilian, and that Tim didn't know better. And Alfred was going along with it, even though he'd been about to tell Batman everything just before.

"If you're quite warm and well, Master Tim, I think a good night's rest would do you good," Alfred said, "as it would the rest of us."

"Oh. Um, yes." Tim blinked and looked at the clock, which read 11:30 PM. "Sleep. Yeah."

"Great!" Jason chirped. He did a cartwheel over to Tim, channeling Dick Grayson, probably, and pulled him up, slinging his arm over Tim's shoulders. "C'mon, Timbers, we can have a sleepover in my room."

"Uh, sure."

A sleepover with Robin? Tim was equal parts confused and ecstatic. He followed Jason past a mystified Mr. Wayne, who wished them both goodnight, and up a small back staircase to the second floor.

It wasn't until Jason had showed them into his room and they got settled in bed that Tim finally asked, "Jason? Why didn't we tell Mr. Wayne that I know who you are? Isn't it kind of important?"

"Oh, Timmy Tim Timmers. Think about it. We only get to tell him that once."

"But-- oh. Ohhh."

"Exactly." Jason sounded smug. "Just you wait, Timbit. I have a feeling you and I are gonna be the holiest terrors this city ever saw."

#feral tim drake #ra's: 5 ninjas should do it right? #he's like a toddler itll be fine #tim: fucking bet you old assbutt #day 2 #home alone #tim drake #bruce wayne #batfam #fic #ao3 writer #sprite wrote #amow winter whumperland 2022 #day 5 #trapped in a blizzard #day 10 #hot chocolate #jason todd #alfred pennyworth

[mbat]

do not get bored in the sims it leads to weird things

i made two of my OCs (two gay guys) and things were going nicely and cutely for them but boringly for me, and i forgot to pay their bills for a minute so the power went out, and i saw on the power thing that it mentioned the landgraabs and i was like. man fuck those rich people. im gonna go kill them. again, bored out of my mind

so i switch to their family and i build a pool with walls, ol reliable, issue is... for some reason the mother was pregnant, and i didnt realize till i was already doing it and i wasnt going back at this point, the father and son die, and im left for half an hour trying to figure out how to force her to give birth so she can die cause pregnant sims are immortal, and i finally figure it

and im gonna be real with you i was just gonna shift click the baby and press destroy object BUT THEN IT PROMPTS ME TO NAME IT (ive never had a baby in the sims before it never interested me) and i was like. oh i cant destroy this baby i love it now actually

anyway i named it after one of the gay guys from earlier cause i was gonna make them adopt it right, but heres the thing

when death came for the father and son, i added him to the family just to see if i could, and so he stuck around after he did his business and was just chilling, and so when it came time for me to seperate the baby and the mother so the baby could be taken care of, he was there and i was like hey. take care of this while i kill the mom please

and so she dies, and then theres a second death and i go oh this is an opportunity and i add him to the family and so now its two deaths and a baby

thing is this child looks like a landgraab, is named after some guy who doesnt even know any of this happened, and is being raised by two versions of death (one named grim reaper one named death [insert lazy last name just to fill the slot]) and for like 2 in game days they were all just living in the landgraab mansion of whom no landgraabs remained until i moved them into a smaller and less weird house

anyway i made the weirdest sitcom situation i guess. this is not at all how i play the sims ever lol

i should probably introduce that one sim to the child he didnt know he now kinda has...

#sims 4 #my post #i changed the baby. now a toddler btw. to look more like the guy hes named after. btw the baby is a boy i guess #cause like. the character hes named after looks nothing like the landgraabs #'hey guy heres this child you physically couldnt have made but its yours btw its blonde and white' #btw if it wasnt clear ive been awake for 20 hours #this was weirdly sadistic of me but also its the sims its not real and its also blatantly cartoonish #its not like theyre gone forever anyway theyre ghosts now probably idk #eh itll be fine #all im saying is that it would make for a fun sitcom idea

[fecesmachine]

Antipathy Pt 1.

Hai hello hai

sorry if this is too short my first time writing this type of stuff, more coming soon this is just to establish and flesh out y/n

Wednesday Addams x Male reader

TW: Foul language? Slight Angst...

Antipathy: A deep-seated feeling of dislike; aversion.

Ruben had always been on the fence about sending you here, and you weren't very eager to go here either, you were fine at regular school… yeah most people would baby you like you had retardism or something. always speaking to you like you were some fragile being, like you could burst into tears if they had said something wrong or in the wrong tone of voice

It made you cringe, and it made you angry.

But other than that you were fine. News about what your mother did spread quickly throughout your town, everyone was shocked when they heard about it, and everyone had felt pity towards You…

it sucked. You hated it… You hated the attention, You hated the over display of pity, you hated the pity...

You were genuinely surprised when you heard the news. You had just got back to your house, sweaty from riding your bike around your town and from the massive heat wave it was getting. you had just put your bike away in your garage.

exhausted and with a mighty thirst you walk to the kitchen for a glass of water after you fill the cup up you turn around to head to your room when you suddenly see Ruben sitting down near the counter. "We need to talk y/n" you had gotten a bit worried, Ruben had always had positive tone in his voice but this time he had sounded serious. "okay… what's up" Ruben paused for a minute and then sighed...

“I'm sending you to nevermore y/n…"

you paused for a second "What? wait, wait, wait, why? I'm fine here". You said back.

"y/n…" Ruben said while looking at you with pursed lips, "Really I am!" you said while putting on a fake, awkward smile…

"Y/n I know you… cmon, itll be good for you, you can finally meet some friends and people who you relate to…” you look at him with a confused expression as he was finishing his sentence.

"Somewhere where you can finally fit in…" Ruben said.

"Wait... Is that all your doing this for? to help me "fit in" somewhere? Im perfectly fine with not "fitting in" anywhere, Ruben" You chuckled a bit... at the stupidity of Rubens reasoning.

"Well no, not just to fit in y/n... im worried man... about your abilities… they can hurt people if your not careful, I was thinking Nevermore can help you control them and your emotions…" Ruben said this all a bit hesitantly.

Your not a cocky person, your humble and dont make a big deal out of your achievements and whatnot... but Ruben knows one thing you do take alot of pride in... Your abilities, youve always seen yourself as a master at controlling them, your mom always told you to be proud of them, so proud you are... and you take controlling them very seriously.

"oh my god..." you said a bit frustrated...

"what so now you dont trust me? you think ill hurt somebody? ive told you 800 goddamn times I can control them Ruben" You were actually starting to get upset.

Your talents and skills over your abilities are being questioned and you were seriously getting offended.

"I know youve been dealing with bullies… im just worried they would cross a certain line and you would snap" Ruben said with a calm voice.

There was a sudden, awkward silence that filled the room.

"Who told you?" You said in a sudden shift in tone...

Ruben stayed silent and just looked at you, you started to understand now…

"oh, oh you son of a bitch"

Ruben was about to say something when you cut him off.

"Youve been watching me havent you?" You never liked Ruben stalking you.

he would only do it to make sure you were safe but it felt degrading to you... Having to be watched at all times, like you were some toddler... you had always enjoyed his company (to an extent) but when you just wanted to be alone, it was annoying…

After some time of you constantly spotting and pointing him out...you asked him to stop and he made a promise that he would…

It was strange... how could you have not noticed him? You always do, why haven’t you noticed him now?

"for how long, Ruben?" you said with an angry, sharp tone... you were just so angry that you cant have a few moments of peace without being chaperoned by someone.

"Just recently, for some reason I just got so worried about you y/n..." his still surprisingly calm and soothing voice actually calmed you down for a second...then made you angrier and hate his voice even more now. How hes able to effortessly mangle, mix and switch your feelings around, and just with his voice... that annoying, cheerful, familiar voice... you wanted to get away from him, you didnt want to hear Rubens voice... you didnt want to see him.

"You made a promise Ruben..." You exclaimed

"I know, I know, I just wanted to keep you safe" Ruben said frustrated

Silence filled the room…

you suddenly shifted your entire body and stormed off to your room without saying another word…

You were gonna go to nevermore... If it meant getting away from Ruben, you were sick and tired of him, you gave him so many chances…

For the first time in a very long time.

you truly wanted to stay away from Ruben…

#nevermore #nevermore academy #male reader #wednesday #wednesday x male reader

[paxywaxyy]

miguel ohara fic time again

alright heres chapter two, sorry if the mc seems a little...bland 😭 i swear itll get better

chapter 1

word count: 1,895

Earth 928, Nueva York - August 15th, 2099, 9:57 AM

After dragging you down the never ending corridor and trying his best to ignore your constant stream of questions, Miguel tossed you into what looked like a conference room. 

"Ow! What the fuck, dude!" You rub your head in pain.

He snaps his fingers at you, pointing to one of the nearby office chairs. "Sit down and shut up," he growls menacingly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Pursing your lips in frustration, you get off the floor and sit down in the plush black leather of the office chair, tapping your finger lightly on the armrest.

"Dios, what is taking them so long…?" he mutters, not enjoying being in this room with you by himself.

Almost as if he spoke it into existence, the door suddenly opens, and a small line of spider-people begin to file through. 

You turn your head, admiring the dazzling suits of all who walked through. You saw a heavily pregnant woman in a red motorcycle suit and frizzy afro, a man in a classic red and blue suit with a pastel pink robe and a red-headed child strapped to his chest, a lanky gentleman dressed in complete grayscale with a trenchcoat and fedora, a younger looking boy with spikes running down his head and a studded leather jacket, a girl in an all white, hooded suit accented with hot pink, and a strong looking man with a bluish vest on top of his suit. You gape in awe.

Miguel seems to get angrier. "What the- Jess, I thought we agreed it would just be you, Ben, and the Peters. What the hell are they doing here?" He points angrily at the punkish boy with the leather jacket and the girl in the white hooded suit. You look back and forth between them, confused.

The boy draws back, placing a hand on his chest to act offended. "Ouch." 

Miguel sighs angrily. "You better have a good explanation for this." You turn to look at the adults standing separate from the younger spider-people.

The pregnant woman steps forward. "Look, at most of these meetings, it seems like some of us…" she glares at Miguel, "...are very set in our beliefs and are unwilling to see the situation from another angle." She points behind her to the teenagers. "We need some fresher perspectives." 

Miguel seethes, not happy about being called out, but he controls himself, scowling at the two teens. "No. They're just going to cause a distraction."

The woman glares at him intensely. "Miguel," she warns angrily. Your eyes widen a little at her sudden change in demeanor.

He snorts in discontempt, hesitating. "...Fine. But if anything goes south, they're out of here." 

The boy fist pumps in celebration, plopping down in the chair next to you. "Hell yeah! Nice to finally see you come around, lad." You look up at him, smiling at his antics.

Miguel sighs. "Ay, me voy a arrepentir de esto…" he mutters, not impressed with the teen's reaction. He strides over to chair at the head of the table, gripping the top of it angrily.

The man with the toddler and the man in grayscale sit down across from you, the other teen sitting on the other side of you, with the pregnant woman and the muscular man sitting on the end farthest from you.

"Uh…" you say in confusion, "...so, what exactly is going on?" 

Miguel glances at you in annoyance. "Shut it. Let us do the talking." 

The pregnant woman shoots him a disappointed glare before turning back to you. "Ignore him. Let me catch you up a little. I'm Jess."

She scans across the table. "This is Ben," she points to the muscled man next to her. "That there is Noir," she points to the grayscale man, "and that's Peter," she points at the man in the pink robe next to Noir. The toddler on his chest chirps. Jess smiles. "And that's Mayday."

"Ey, mate, ma name's Hobie," says the boy next to you, extending his hand to you. You laugh a little, shaking it. You turn to the girl on your other side. She smiles softly. "Hi, I'm Gwen." 

You return the smile, turning to look back at Jess as she nods. "And I assume you already know Miguel." 

Miguel grumbles in response. Jess scowls, turning back to you. "Let's cut to the chase. Why don't you tell us how you got here?" 

Your smile fades into a blank expression. "Well, I was trying to get away from that weird glitchy thing. I saw Miguel going into some portal thing, so I jumped through it." 

A few of them start to murmur softly. "You escaped from your collapsin' universe? That's mental, dude," Hobie says. He daps you up. You smile at him.

"Don't encourage her, Hobie," Miguel snarls. The others glare at him.

Jess only nods at your story. "Well, what should we do with you? You…can't exactly stay here. I'm sorry to say, but there are certain things that us spider-people have to keep hidden from humans."

Peter looks at her strangely. "Oh, come on guys. Where else is she supposed to go?" He holds his child tightly so she won't crawl across the table. 

Jess shakes her head. "To be honest, I don't know. It's not like we have a place she can stay here at the society. You know it's strictly spider business here." Your face falls a little.

"Well, she has to go somewhere," says Gwen. Noir nods. "We have to find her some place to stay. It's our duty as Spider Men to help people." 

"And it's not like she can just go back to her universe. She has to stay in an alternate one," Peter responds. You wince a little at his words as it fully hits you that you'll never be able to go home again.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I wouldn't trust myself just dumping her in some random universe to fend for herself," Jess says coldly.

"No, no, that's not what I was suggesting at all. But you're right. Something else has to be done," says Peter.

"Why don't she just stay wit one o' us?" Hobie asks nonchalantly. Your eyes light up a little.

Miguel sneers at him, but the others start to nod a little. "Actually, that's not a bad idea," Peter tells him. You start to get excited. You'd be happy to stay with any of them. They all seems so cool.

"Well, she can't stay with me," Ben pipes up. "My place needs space for all my weights." He flexes his bicep, and a few of them roll their eyes. 

"I don't think MJ would be too happy about having to make space in our house for an extra person," Peter tells you sadly. Gwen nods. "Yeah, I wish I could help too, but my dad would kill me." 

Jess looks at Hobie. "Hobie, you suggested this. What about you?" 

He shakes his head sadly. "Ain"t got no mo' space at me flat, m'afraid." You frown. You were sad to hear that, as you liked Hobie.

Jess looks at you, pity in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I don't have any space either." Your sadness grows. You liked Jess too.

Noir lowers his head. "I'd be happy to, but…I don't think it would be safe for you. There's mob bosses constantly shooting around in the streets back in my universe." Your eyes widen scaredly, and Peter elbows Noir.

Gwen looks around the table. "Well, who else is left?" Everyone thinks for a moment. Then all eyes turn to Miguel, who has been strangely quiet.

Miguel glances up, confusion written across his face, before he realizes what's happening. He scowls. "No. Absolutely not." 

Jess starts to get angry. "What do you mean no? She has nowhere else to go. We can't just dump her anywhere. And I wouldn't trust anyone else with her, other than one of us." 

Miguel's anger also begins to grow. "I said no. It's not happening." You frown a little. You don't exactly want to stay with Miguel, but you don't have any other option.

Everyone groans. "Miguel, don't be an asshole! No one else can take her," Peter snaps, covering his daughter's ears. 

Hobie smirks mischievously. "And we all know you've got plenty o' space that mansion o' yours, big man." 

Miguel growls at him. "I don't have a mansion. And I'm not taking her."

Jess stands up angrily. "Why not? What reason could you possibly have?"

Miguel stays silent. Clearly he can take you with him, he just doesn't want to. Why? You have no idea.

Jess stomps over to him, even angrier now. "So you don't even have a good reason? You're just an asshole that only cares about himself?" Everyone stares at the two of them. They've never seen Jess this mad, and they don't know how to react.

Miguel snorts, standing up. "I am not having this conversation right now." 

Jess crosses her arms. "Fine. You want me to leave you alone? You know what you have to do."

Miguel seethes. He contemplates for a moment before lowering his head. "...I'll take her with me," he says softly.

Jess nods. "Good. Glad we settled that." The two of them sit back down.

Miguel grips the side of the table. "You're all dismissed."

The spider-people stand, shuffling out of the room. "See ya, mate," Hobie says, fist bumping you. You smile. Gwen smiles at you. "Good luck." They all leave, the door clicking shut behind them.

As soon as they're all gone, Miguel picks up the nearest office chair, throwing it out the window. You recoil at his sudden rage.

He exhales sharply. "Why did I have to get stuck with you…" He walks toward the door, not looking at you. He throws it open, standing in the open space. "Come on," he says, still not looking at you. He walks out into the corridor. You swiftly get out of your chair, following him.

After a moment you catch up to him, walking next to him. You swallow the lump in your throat, nervous. "Wh-where are we going…?" He keeps his eyes ahead. "Just follow me," he grumbles, speeding up.

Your face goes red. You don't know why he's acting like this, but you don't like it. You follow him out of the headquarters and into…a parking lot?

He walks up to a red pickup truck, pressing the unlock button on the key fob.

You look on in curiosity. "Huh, I didn't think Spider Man had a car," you say, smirking.

He glances over his shoulder at you. "Didn't think you wanted to be left here to fend for yourself, yet here we are."

You shrug. "Alright, that's fair," you tell him, climbing into the vehicle. Despite his seemingly unmotivated hatred for you, the anger rolling off of him in waves, he still holds the door open for you.

He gets in, starting up the truck. "Just be quiet on the way there," he hisses at you. You turn to look at him. "Are you taking me to your house?" Miguel glares at you. "Apartment." You take that as a yes.

He drives out of the parking lot, and into the gorgeous city of Nueva York.

---------------------------------------------------

phew, hope yall liked it 🙌

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fic #writing #fanfic #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse

[selamat-linting]

update on my sims legacy challenge. its seems to be baby season for everyone.

ever since the bachelorette party, my founder was informed that one of her best friend, ava harjo, is pregnant. today she visited ava with her husband simeone, and both awkwardly learn parenting in their own ways. simeon (or whatever his name is), he went down to the basement and talk to one of the kids who hide from the family gathering to play video games. alondra, my sims, cooed over the toddler.

and then right after we're done visiting ava, l. faba called telling that she adopted a child too. simeon has to work on his aspiration milestones, so i left him at home to build skills, while my sim visited l. faba. right after she arrived, there was a thunderstorm, so they ran back in while being scared shitless. my sim spend the time waiting out the rain by practically raising the baby. l faba does not know anything on baby raising. im starting to think she's adopting on impulse or partly to get alondra's attention lol.

after the baby was comfortable, my sim ofc talked to l. faba and theyre not as scared anymore because the happiness moodlet from seeing each other outweigh the thunderstorm scare. they had a pillow fight and of course... they end up woohooing.

my sim went home afterwards, and they all seem to get on to domestic bliss. sort of. i didnt realize simeon was gloomy. I made him do a programming side job to bring in money and he cried the whole time while my sim was drinking potions to alleviate her pregnancy symptoms. oh man, this is pretty sad. theyre friendly and cordial to each other but i just cant find the time to let them woohoo other than the one time they did it to make a baby. but hey, the baby eventually came, so itll be fine right?

at first it was great, they meet this cool kid named shirley and they all get along. but the second day was a nightmare. like, there's this weird bug where the kid just wont eat even though she's hungry and alondra and her husband kept taking turns lifting her up the high chair. god! i was so sure theyre going to lost their daughter from CPS. lucky i could make her eat. slowly, it becomes tolerable. having to control three instead of one. But then, harvestfest happens, and my sims spouse finally die of old age.

RIP simeone, you never know your wife is cheating on you. she's not even sad for long. she brewed the potion of emotional stability to get rid of the grief and raise her kid while work in a job with long hours. she's getting even more addicted lol. I bet shirley is confused over how her mom can be cheery and just fine after the funeral. Even she was crying and she barely met the man because she is a newly born toddler lol. Tbf, most of her friends are dying. L. Faba died at the same time as simeone, so alondra didnt get the chance to marry her. Unless, perhaps, the book of life can help her.

Also, vanessa doesnt die or get babies. The only girl from alondra's inner circle to be childfree. She moved out of her house after the criminal career took off. vanessa, you fucked up at the robbery attempt arent you?

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #my sims tag

[bowlegsandgrace]

rant

I am much more aware (although still pretty dense at times) when it comes to knowing what people think of me. Made amends with m cousin a little mover a month ago. We had a falling out 2 yrs ago and havent spoken since (although she tried to reach out about a year ago but I wasnt having it). And in her eagerness to make amends she’s been inviting me over a lot. Like a LOT. To the point she gave me her spare key (without me asking or in any way implying that I wanted a key). And I know how over zealous I get in friendships. Thinking its deeper than the other person thinks. 

Told a friend Id known all through out highschool I wanted to come visit her one weekend (a classmate/quasi friend in college was going up that way and knew I had friends in the area and offered me a ride) and she was fine with it until a day before when she realized I expected to sleep in her dorm room. She snapped at me and said I couldnt just invite myself over to stay in her dorm room which...fair point. I shouldnt have ASSumed. Even though we seemed to have a fun time the last time she invited me to her school to hang out and spend the night. I just misunderstood our friendship which dies out pretty soon after. 

Even though Ive gotten better (I think) at this I still mess up. At this point I dont even have any friends. No meaningful relationships outside of family and those just feel like theyre being nice to me out of obligation. The only people who REALLY like me are a bunch of toddlers. But its alright. Most of the time it doesnt bother me. I just have to keep reminding myself that just bc people are nice to me doesnt mean they want to be friends. And I usually work enough so i dont have time to hang out or do anything anyways so its whatever. 

What gets me are people who push the relationship. And I think we could actually be friends. But then they get tired of it and realize they dont actually like spending time with me but instead of being honest with me theyll just make up lies. And I wish I could go back tot he days where I was oblivious to their intentions and just believed the lies. Now I can tell and it kills me everytime it happens. 

Back to my cousin. I think she’s reached that point where she’s grown tired of me. Even though i had a key I made sure never to go over unannounced. And I thought I was doing ok and we were having fun. But something just seemed off when we were hanging with her friends yesterday. She invited me but i dont think I was really wanted there. Today I managed to snag a freezer for her for a really good price and deiced to gift it to her for her bday which was a couple of days ago. I know she’s been wanting one bc Ive been helping her look for one. I called her after i picked it up to check of she was home and she seemed really annoyed i wouldnt tell her what it was bc I wanted it to be a surprise. She said she was about to head out to get something to eat so i decided to run some errands and kill some times. About 1.5 hrs later I asked her if she was back yet and she wasnt. So I went home to wait. Its been about 4 hrs now and I know she’s just forgotten about me or is ignoring me. I know she’ll text me in a few hours saying she fell asleep or something bc at that point she knows itll be late enough I wont come over. 

And I hate myself so falling for it all over again. I hate that Im just trying to be a good friend and she doesnt like it. Just tell me. Please. People ask why i always do things by myself and this is why. Its less painful. I go to the movies, concerts, dinners, etc by myself bc I can to what I want when I want without anyone criticizing my choices and making fun of me for what I like. I do thing by myself bc I dont expect anything of anyone so they cant disappoint me. My cousin keeps saying she’s going to come over and help me unpack but everytime she claims she’s sick. I had to take a day off of work tomorrow bc she insisted the only way she was going to come over was if it was first thing in the morning after she dropped her kid off at school. Even though Im home by 1:30 most days and her kid doesnt have to be picked up until 6pm the latest. And now she’s ignoring me so she’ll probably make up some excuse not to come over tomorrow meaning Ive taken a day off of work for nothing. 

#Ramblings #Rant #whatever

[shhh-no-ones-home]

lion tamer izzy stradlin x reader

+++++++++

a little break from motionless and def leppard lol. i havent written for izzy in a while but he baby so here you go, have something cute. i have two more lepp fics coming out in the next couple days though so enjoy 

she unedited lol sorry if there are mistakes

song: caffeine cold by fall out boy

Edit cause I forgot to add:

Tag list: @cynic-spirit

+++++++++

"come on iz, youre last."

i sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the backseat of my car. i swung his arm over my shoulder and tried to distribute the weight but it wasnt really working. he was basically dead at this point, stumbling around as i walked us to the door. we had all gone out to celebrate the new album release and they had all drank a little too much. i of course was left as the designated driver per usual since i didnt really drink, nor did i usually mind. tonight however was a task, like herding kittens, each member getting side tracked at something new as i tried desperately to get them into their houses or hotel rooms and into their beds. Izzy of course was last, letting me stay with him while i was in town for the release party and start of the press tour.

"youre really good at this."

izzy complimented, a long string of words pouring out of his mouth as i unlocked the door and shoved his keys back in his jacket pocket.

"thanks iz, someones got to be or else you would be on the floor more often."

just as i was closing the door he moved forward without me and tripped, dropping straight to the ground. i sighed as he rolled over and laughed.

"like that."

i pointed out. he kept laughing as he sat up, taking the hand i offered to him. instead of getting up though he just pulled me down with him, me dropping to my knees with a loud thud. he giggled some more at the exasperated look on my face.

"now youre on the floor too."

he laughed out, poking his finger at me. i rolled my eyes and stood back up, walking around him, pushing my arms under his and lifting him to his feet.

"woah."

he said a little stunned that i had just dead lifted him off the floor.

"have you been working out?"

he questioned as i turned him and put his arm around my shoulders again.

"yeah, its called moving five drunk toddlers around."

he sent me a sleepy smile as we finally made it down the hall.

"that sounds like a lot of work."

he said matter of factly, dropping the bottle i didnt know he had onto the soft carpet of his bedroom floor.

"you have no idea."

i grumbled as i leaned into him and pushed him to the bed with my shoulder, watching him roll onto his side and his hand drop to his stomach.

"oop, nope, hold on."

he said standing quickly and dropping in front of the trash can by his nightstand. i looked to the ceiling as he threw up, cringing at it. i looked back down when he inhaled deeply and he was already on his way back to standing.

"okay sir, time to brush your teeth now."

he whined as i helped usher him to the bathroom.

"do i have to?"

he protsested as i squirted the toothpaste onto the brush and wet it, handing it to him.

"yes, if you dont i will."

he dropped his shoulder and stuck the brush in his mouth, moving it around and leaning in to look at himself in the mirror. as he pushed it around his gums he grinned widely at himself, the bubbles around his mouth making him look like a clown. i shook my head at him.

"dont forget your tongue."

i reminded and he turned to me to stick it out, closing his eyes and brushing down it.

"thank you."

i said, crossing my arms over my chest and he bent down and spit into the sink, holding his head under the faucet so he could rinse his mouth out. when he stood back up he sent me another sleepy smile, dropping the toothbrush onto the counter.

"now what?"

he asked like a giddy child. i placed my hand firmly at his back and pushed him back out into the room.

"now you go to bed."

i said a little hopeful. he pouted at me in return.

"aww but y/n i dont want to go to bed. the night is still young and so are we."

he said, plopping down on the side of the mattress.

"we'll still be young in the morning when you get up. in a pain and possibly hungover but young none the less."

he frowned at me as i moved to take the denim jacket off his arms.

"do i get to take your clothes off?"

he asked, wiggling his eye brows at me.

"no, now take your shirt off, i dont even want to know what it is you have down the front of you."

he looked down at it confused before shrugging and doing as told.

"anything else you want me to remove?"

he said reaching out for my hand and holding it, looking up at me intently.

"shoes, off."

i demanded and he smiled widely at me, kicking them off.

"pants too?"

he said seductively. i rolled my eyes.

"only if you dont want to wear jeans to bed but you had better have underwear of some kind on this time izzy stradlin or i swear to god."

he laughed before standing up and undoing his pants, and there it was, of course he wasnt wearing any. i groaned and turned around.

"oh come on y/n its not like you havent seen it before, you practically lived here for three months."

i shook my head and went to his dresser.

"i know that izzy but that doesnt mean you have to just have it out all the time."

i shook my head and grabbed him some underwear and pajama bottoms, tossing them his way. i didnt want to look but it was kind of hard to miss, he was standing fully nude now in the middle of his bedroom, hands on his hips in fully glory.

"get dressed."

i demanded, making him laugh again before doing as told. i crossed my arms over my chest as he fumbled around to get dressed, plopping back down onto the bed when he was done.

"better?"

i asked a little annoyed, walking to him and trying to tuck him in. getting him under the covers was more of a task than i thought it would be.

"wanna join?"

he asked, raising a brow and smirking at me.

"no thank you, i have my own bed in this house."

he grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. i caught myself before i could fall into him and was face to face now. he smelled like vodka and mint.

"please? itll help me sleep better knowing youre here."

he said, pouting. i sighed.

"fine, but im only doing this to make sure you dont vomit in your sleep and kill yourself."

he smiled widely before scooting over and letting me in, me kicking my shoes off first and readjusting the dress i had on. before i knew what was happening he was snuggled into my side, face pushing into my neck and arm around my waist. my eyes got wide as he got comfortable.

"iz?"

he hummed in response.

"what are you doing?"

he just shushed me. a minute later he was snoring softly and i was left there in the dimly lit room defeated.

°°°°°°°°°

when i woke up i could smell something burning, making me jolt upright. izzy wasnt in the bed next to me like he was last night and it was only ten thirty. i found that odd given that we didnt even go to bed till almost four. i stood quickly, flattening my dress down and making my way down the hall to the kitchen. i stood in the doorway dumbfounded at the sight in front of me. there was izzy, smoking a cigarette and cooking breakfast. bacon and pancakes by the smell of it.

"morning sunshine."

he said fairly chipper, taking a sip from his mug. i raised a brow, pushing my bra strap back up onto my shoulder.

"morning."

i said confused. i stood and watched him flip the pancakes.

"you just gonna stand there all morning or are you gonna come eat?"

he half laughed at me, looking up with light eyes.

"uh yeah, sure."

i said slowly, trudging to him and taking the plate he offered up.

"drink?"

he asked, picking up the second mug that was on the counter. i took it without think and went to the bar. as soon as i took a sip i cringe.

"what the hell is this izzy?!"

i asked setting the plate down.

"orange juice and vodka."

he said matter of factly and i just sighed in defeat. no wonder he was so happy. that asshole still had alcohol in his system and was just adding more.

"you are gonna feel like shit later."

i noted, walking to the sink and pouring it down the drain. he sent me a wicked smile and cheersed me before taking a drink.

"i promise its nothing but coffee for me after this."

i sent him a disapproving look.

"sure it is."

he finished stacking pancakes onto his plate and joined me at the counter, sitting in the bar stool beside me.

"so, how did you sleep?"

he asked, resting his leg against mine comfortably.

"fine."

i said shrugging. he sent me a weird.

"you were in bed with me and just slept fine?"

i laughed at him and shook my head, pouring syrup on top of my food.

"well it wasnt exactly fun. you were so drunk it was a task to even get you into pajamas, much like last time you werent wearing anything under your jeans which i dont appreciate."

i said sternly and he smiled to himself, nodding like he'd accomplished something.

"yeah i forgot about that."

he said proudly. i rolled my eyes, taking a bite.

"well youre wearing some now and thats what really matters."

i said and he laughed.

"no im not."

i looked up at him with wide eyes.

"when i got up to pee earlier i realized i was wearing them and took them off, fuck that."

i sighed deeply but didnt respond. i just shook my head and kept eating.

"do you like it?"

he asked and i raised a brow.

"breakfast i mean."

i nodded.

"yes its very good."

he smiled widely at me.

"great cause its my apology for last night."

i looked at him confused.

"i know im a handful when drunk, hell i know we all are. you always take care us though, so i guess its a thank you too."

i smiled at him.

"thanks izzy."

he leaned over and nudged me with his elbow.

"dont mention it."

#wattpad x reader #Izzy Stradlin #gnr #imagines #one shots #241

[scandeniall]

mirrors for friends ch//1

Pairing: TBD x reader (repost bc its not showing up in tags and ive had ppl check too sigh)

| prev | next | masterlist |

Summary: Youre in a band, Mirrors For Friends with your college best friends Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu. They're chaotic, your chaotic but you guys are on your way to the top together. Check a/n at end.

warnings: This IS multichapter. recreational marijuana mention. Everyone is over 21, tags will be added as needed but they're adults what do you expect.

wc: 1253

Inspiring playlists (updated as i find stuff) Apple music | Spotify

Ch. 1 // Mirrors For Friends: The Intro

The air was a mixture of sounds. Instruments being prepped, jokes being thrown, random conversations and the occasional song that played in the background. Just another day in Mirrors For Friends, well for everyone except for you. Earplugs in and an eye mask on, you’d been laying on the dingy couch since you arrived at the bar hours prior. Of course you just had to get a migraine on a day where your band had a show. It was about two hours to showtime, and you were just as good as dead. For once, you were thankful that you had your bassist, Atsumu to cover at least some of your vocals.

Atsumu, Miya. The youngest member remains a complete pain in your ass, but you couldn't see your life without him in it. He was the life of the party, and had been your party buddy during your early 20s. The one always down for a good adventure. You could always rely on him to tell you the honest truth, although it had taken a while to get past his overly blunt nature. Once you did, you saw the resident “pretty boy” for the dork that he was. The one who gets pouts whenever the conversation is moving too fast and he can’t think of a retort fast enough. The one who absolutely melted at the sight of food and would even share some of his brother’s famous onigiri with you. When he's not plucking bass strings he works as an assistant volleyball coach for the local high school. Your love for your band mate had eventually replaced your first meeting with the basest. A meeting than ended in you wanting nothing more than to wipe his stupid smirk off with your fist. You had just started your second year of university, completely minding your business until a stray volleyball made its way to the back of your head. Before anyone could even apologize, you’d manage to throw a few curses at the group of rowdy boys. Your future band mate had come over to apologize but ended it with “maybe you should've been paying more attention.”  After flicking him off you never thought you’d see him again, until you were formally introduced by none other than your drummer.

Hajime, Iwaizumi. The drummer of Mirrors For Friends. The oldest member of your quartet. There was only one year between you and him, but two years between him and Atsumu. Iwa, is the backbone of the band. The most responsible one, having taken care of a drunk you more times than you’d like to admit. If your feet were ever hurting, he’d be the one to give you a piggy back. He definitely looked the most bad ass of you all, with two sleeves of tattoos. Despite that he has a soft spot for the band. He's the most responsible of the band, but you learned that despite that nature, he knew how to have fun. He’d definitely supplied an underage you with alcohol before. When he’s not playing with the band, he's a tattoo artist, and has tattoo’d every member of the band multiple times. In fact, he was the only person you trusted to tattoo you. You’d met him midway through your first year of university, when he was an apprentice. Despite being 19, he’d already had a full sleeve and a shiny eyebrow piercing. In his attempts to calm you down, you learned that he was only a year above you. He was definitely more calming than the jerk that had dragged you to the tattoo shop in the first place. That person being your guitarist.

Tetsurou Kuroo, the guitarist of Mirrors For Friends. He was one of the first people you’d met in university where he ended up being your across neighbor. You’d had your door open in an attempt to get some air circulation in the stuffy dorm, when he noticed your guitar. Full of stickers, it looked used and he was curious. After, finding out the two of you had a common interest in music, the two of you became best friends. He’d ended up being the brother you never asked for. His teasing is similar to Atsumu, however he knew how to keep up. You two became nearly inseparable. He was the member you tended to confide in first, because it was just natural. The one always down to just vibe. You remember the many nights spent in private study rooms, just writing and talking music together. You quickly found out that his writing skills were incredible, not only that but he had the best ear for composing of any of your band mates. Some of your favorite pieces came from writing sessions with just the two of you. When he isn’t antagonizing your band, he works as a TA for a science class at your university. He decided about a year ago to go back to school for a higher degree in biochemistry.

Then there was you. Lead singer, keyboardist, and occasional guitar player when you felt like it. At 26, you’d been in the band since you were 20, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You loved writing, you loved performing and you loved your boys. Even now when you could feel napkins that you had no doubt were greasy pizza stained ones being thrown at you. It took for the fifth one to hit your forehead to finally sit up, removing both your earplugs and eye mask. Groaning at the combination of fluorescent lighting and noise you shot death glares at your band mates. Who were all miraculously just standing next to one another, pretending to have just been doing nothing but talking. “Would you three do me a favor, and drive off a fucking cliff.”

“I told them to stop,” is what Iwaizumi said, but the smirk on his face said he played a role just like your other idiots.”

“Dude you threw the last one!” Kuroo chimed in.

“Yeah well Atsumu started it”

“What the fuck Iwa- selling me out”

If it weren't for the pounding behind your eyes you might’ve been amused and the usual bickering between the boys. Afterall, it was never serious. If only you could enjoy it.

“Would the 3 overgrown toddlers shut up.” Burying your face into your hand’s you felt the couch dip beside you in the now empty space, and another voice picked up from across the room.

“Yo- what's with the attitude today,” your bassist questioned. He had settled himself on a smaller couch, eyes narrowed on your miserable form. Once he heard the mention of a migraine, his gaze softened. “Tsumu, I’m gonna need to to sing a little more today alright. '' The younger boy nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. He mentioned something about going to look for a pen and paper, so you two could outline a plan and to make sure you had a stool for tonight.

“You wanna go smoke? It should help a little,” the body next to you moved and you looked up to see Kuroo, offering a hand.. “It’s a spot in the shade out back, c’mon.” You took the hand and before you could head out your last bandmade stopped you.

“I have enough time to go pick up some Advil and maybe some caffeine. Don’t smoke too much, you know how strong Kuroo’s shit is. We still have a show tonight.”

“Don’t worry daddy Iwa, I’ve got our beloved lead singer. We’ll be fine.”

-----

a/n: alright so i’ve been inspired by samwrites Elixir (which YES 100000/10 recommends) AND sam has had an anon talking band au’s lately AND i saw a msby band au edit on twitter so i cracked out my keyboard.

ok but seriously, idk which guy im gonna end up doing so for now itll just be band dynamics, and then whoever sparks my interest or whoever is voted on after a few parts will win. I did a randomizer, got a winner and started but then started feeling the other possibilities. Anyways whoever is not the chosen ones its just friendship, no love triangles and shit. But whoever wins, just know I have a potential plot for ALL ((((im just too un-dedicated and busy with summer college courses to actually fully commit to all of them)))

lastly, this is me again experimenting w/ diff ways of writing so bare with me AND if anyone cares i could make a taglist.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hq imagines #mirrors for friends

[khajiitkit]

Right before quarantine I was having like.... Idk burn out or something on babysitting and just feeling really tired and sad and drained all the time and then I didn't babysit for a while obviously and I was like, really refreshed and happy and I even thought like. This was a nice break, I miss the kiddos itll be nice to babysit again.

But it's been a couple weeks and I'm already feeling overwhelmed and like I need a break and idk what to do.

Like for awhile I was on top of chores and I was happy and the house wasn't permanently sticky and I'm just like.... maybe I'm done Idk?

But I was hoping to get my license which is another thing I'm trying to balance right now and then I could get a job but that's gonna be a while.

Idk. Brett says he doesn't care either way he's fine no matter what I decide but I'm just not sure.

I definitely don't want to keep babysitting all 3 and tbh I don't want to babysit the little baby at all anymore. But I feel so guilty saying it because I'm worried it'll hurt her mom's feelings if I tell her that. So then I was thinking maybe I'd just reduce the days I work but thinking about watching the little baby like. At all. Just stresses me out. It's not her fault like she's not bad she can't be she's only ten months old but idk. She's so grumpy and needy and I honestly remember this being my least favorite age when Avery was this size because it's so much work.

But Idk what will happen if I tell her mom "I don't want to watch your little baby anymore because she's exhausting, stressful and leaves me frazzled and angry at the end of every day." (Obviously I wouldn't say that but....)

I also feel like if I say I want to not have all 3 anymore which wouldn't be... so bad? I'm worried that the mom of the one toddler will offer to find someone else since she only has one and it would be easier for her to find a replacement. And I genuinely love her daughter and am very attached and don't want to lose her.....

So I think I have to be honest and say it's the baby. But that just feels so rude. Idk.

[revol-lover]

i know i have become a shit post queen but this site is a good place to just dump thoughts when i’m too lazy to actually write them down so don’t mind me. also i’m “ok enough”. like i’m not ok-ok but i’m not like badly not ok. 

ok? anyway.

so idk what it is. being raised by emotionally distant parents esp my mom or the depression thats probably also related to that but man i just feel so empty for such long periods of time. empty, or maybe detached is a better word. and just really really restless. and also that when i have good emotions, i dont feel them all that much. idk. sometimes i feel like i’m on the outside looking in on my life. i have a lot of feelings but then at the same time i dont. maybe because i repress a lot then it all builds up and explodes. idk. its awful though. 

i also feel like i have two very distinct sides to me. half of me is like fuck this shit i just want to self destruct but i wont because i’m too responsible to do that and the other half is like wow life is so interesting i am a spirit not a body and i want to be an enlightened being. neither of those sides of me is less me than the other. neither is a farce or anything but its fucking hard for those two sides of me to coexist. the only middle ground, which is probably like 1/3 of the time how i feel, is blah. neutral to absolutely everything.

and i think ive talked about this before but before the whole corona/quarantine thing i was at this extreme level of DONE with feeling isolated in my life, esp as a sahm. done with falling into the trap of believing being a mom was my whole identity (and its definitely a part of it, of course. but i think its unhealthy for moms to think its all we are) like i totally lost myself for a while. my daughters birth being traumatic and her having potential life long complications (and ‘potential’ meaning, her diagnosis is so complicated. theres never going to be a time where we get a real “all clear”. some kids have developed seizures again way down the road, especially at certain ages where kids go through a lot of development.) and then ofc just raising a child with all of that going on, plus normal toddler craziness, plus having a kid who is super hyper and smart and amazing but parenting after having a difficult relationship with your own mother is one of those things that is really hard and not talked about enough. i never feel like im doing enough. i never feel like she likes me.i know thats so stupid but i really am that insecure about my parenting, no matter how hard i try. i just want my child to love me and sometimes toddlers do things that make you feel like crap (ex ‘i dont want u mom i want daddy!’ and i can rationalize it, dad’s the exclusive parent. i’m just here all the time like the furniture. i get it.) and its just a big complicated thing with my emotions. not what i was trying to say tho i got off track.

anyway the isolation thing. so i had a plan. a plan!!! i have this one awesome long time friend, honestly my only friend outside of my husband who knows me like the good bad and ugly, has known me for a very long time, and has been there for me through some really tough shit. he’s like the brother i never had, truly. (i have a biological brother but we dont really talk.) so i talked to him about things i was going through and he’s also been going through a challenging time in his life and he told me he’d help me get out there. we were going to force me to learn to socialize and make friends in “real life” by putting me in those situations. we were going to go to some poetry club. a show downtown. like i was ready. then corona happened. and my already crawling out of my skin isolation got worse because hey we cant do anything now, not even see my one friend. 

so yeah. i was fine in the beginning of all this because i figured, hey by may itll be over! then hey by june! then maybe 4th of july. which has become, my daughter is so excited about her birthday party in august and i dont even know if i can throw her one and i dont know how to deal with this or explain it to her.

i know this is major first world problems and im all over the place and i document this dumb shit because i hope one day i’ll be so far past it and be able to look back and think well wow i made it through 2020  but yeah idk

i think part of it is i’m turning 27 in two weeks and my saturn return thing is just getting so close and i’m starting to see the beginning of shit in my life crumbling underneath me. like i know what i gotta do. i  have to put myself out there. i have to get out of my safety zone. and i have to use my gifts to help others not just sit here drowning in my self pity but obviously its hard to challenge yourself and put yourself out there, literally, during a pandemic. 

and the last point which is just something that boggles my mind about myself that i dont understand. like i’m definitely depressed. i have very bad anxiety too. and even though i can be extremely self pitying and go into like a black hole of sadness, i still dont let myself do bad things. which is good, obviously. but its iike i’ve been recovered from self injury for probably about ten years but some days i am so deep in my shitty feelings or empty feelings that i just want to do it again but i cant. theres something in me that wont let me. and i guess im glad for that, obviously. i guess my life/universe/guardian angel is trying to force me to face shit for real and not just have shitty coping mechanisms but idk. like it was a bad outlet but idk. sometimes, just sometimes, i feel like it did more for me than just writing things out. which is bullshit because it did nothing for me except give me a bunch little permanent reminders of shitty times. but idk. that’s my brain for you. sometimes i want to just let it all go and be a mess in my feelings and not care if i’m ok but then my brain is like nope bitch you cant do that. youre not 17 anymore, get up.

and i know some people would read this (well no - no one would read all this lmao but in a theoretical sense) and think like, oh did you try therapy or oh maybe try meds and the thing is 

therapy - i tried it. i liked the idea of it. bad fit with the therapist tho. didnt like being kicked out after 45 min (which i understand but bitch i need more than that to explain one problem) and it felt weird to be told by her, that she felt like i had a good handle on things. cause i dont really feel that way and i feel like she didnt have much to tell me  in terms of how to idk fix myself besides journaling, which i’ll give her. it helps

meds: i i dont really want to go that route yet because my body is really sensitive to medication. like i dont even take bc or anything like that. however i think ive decided that since its super legal and obtainable i might try pot once we are able to move into our own place. so if anyone did actually read this far and have experience with that (esp w anxiety) please enlighten me. i had some samples of some cbd stuff and it was amazing for my anxiety but it’s way too expensive for me to use consistently.

this has been a very long shit post but i feel better so theres that.

[the--blackdahlia]

This Life Chapter 16

Title: This Life Chapter 16

Summary:  Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, this chapter is pretty sad

AN: Thank you to the lovely @sams-serialkiller-fetish .  The song for this chapter is Come Join the Murder by The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers

Sam was curled up in the passenger seat of Baby as Dean drove them back to Wolfpine. He had his arm cradled against him and his eyes were closed. Dean kept casting glances over at him. The kid had worked himself up the minute Ellen stepped out of the truck and asked where Benny was. Jim had forced him to take a couple pills from the med kit that Bobby kept in the truck and before Dean knew it, his not so little, little brother was snoring softly beside him in the Impala.

Dean was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to get back to Wolfpine and collapse onto his bed. And he had the pull out couch for Sam to sleep on for the night. Unless he decided that they needed to spend the night in John’s old house. But Dean didn’t think it was a very good idea. Plus, they had the Wayward Sons following them to Wolfpine to think of a plan in case the remaining Horsemen decided to retaliate for Azazel’s death.

Bobby had called in some favors with a couple sheriff’s who owed him a thing or two. Benny’s body would be returned home, and the bodies of Azazel and the henchmen would be dealt with. Jody assured Bobby of that. Bobby could focus then on putting Benny to rest. His dad was currently drinking his way through Atlantic City, and his mom was on her honeymoon with her new husband in Europe. Bobby doubted that either would be there to say goodbye to their son.

And then there was Sam. That kid had been through more trauma in the past year than any of them had. He had watched as a fire destroyed everything, he watched his dad shot in the chest and was left for dead, and then he was chained up to watch as a man who was like a brother to him was shot in the head and killed. Bobby didn’t know about what Azazel had told Sam, and neither did Dean. Bobby didn’t know about Sam’s downward spiral into depression that John managed to pull him out of. Dean was afraid it was going to happen again.

“Sammy.” Dean said gently when he parked Baby in Winchester-Singer’s lot. Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “Hey, we’re at the garage. I thought we could stay here tonight then head to my place tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Sam said softly, opening the door and slowly getting out, stretching his long legs as he did. He had been asleep when they stopped in New Mexico. He didn’t even remember Dean making him get out of the car to use the bathroom and forced him to eat a little something that the medicine in him wouldn’t screw him up too much.

“How’s your arm?” Dean asked, coming around to look at Sam.

“It’s fine.” He whispered, but he was holding it close to him. Dean was sure that it was probably hurting. He followed Sam to the building. He could hear the others pulling in. But Dean knew that Sam needed time away from all of them. Hell, he needed time away from all of them. So they made their way through everything to the room that Dean used to sleep in when he just couldn’t handle being around John, until he got the apartment that was. It wasn’t much. A large bed mainly. But that’s all they really needed. They needed sleep.

“Let me look at that.” Dean said when he closed the door behind him. Sam held out his arm for Dean to check it out. He knew basic first aid. And he knew how to change bandages. He was going to make sure that they were always clean and taken care of. “It looks fine. It should heal nicely.”

“Thanks.” Sam sighed and set down on the bed. “You want the bed?”

“I think there’s enough room we could share.” Dean laughed. “And I’ll even keep my boxers on.”

“God, you’re ridiculous.” Sam said, kicking off his boots and laying back on one side of the bed. Dean kicked off his own shoes and his vest was next. He tossed himself down on the bed.

“God, this thing stinks.” He shook his head, not wanting to know what had been done on this bed. “I’m replacing it once everything is done and over with.” Sam didn’t answer. Dean looked over to find Sam fast asleep. He couldn’t help but smile. “G’night bitch.” He said, turning over and falling to sleep himself.

****

The next morning, there were not alarm clocks. Everyone slept in as much as they could, just enjoying their moments of peace. They knew that war was on the horizon, especially once the other princes found Azazel. They also knew that they were going to have to bury Benny. Bobby had tried over and over again to get a hold of either of his parents, but nothing.

Sheriff Mills came by in the afternoon. Dean was out in the garage, trying to focus on a car to keep his mind off of everything. The Wayward Sons were staying at John’s old home for the night. Bobby had never sold it, figuring that Sam might want it during the summers or something. Or that Dean would get tired of that apartment and want a change. Lucifer, Andy, Gabriel, Ruby, and Meg were all there, waiting for the other shoe to drop and war to break out.

“Dean Winchester.” Jody said, walking up to him. Dean smiled some.

“Hey Jody.” Dean said, wiping his hands on a shop rag. She could tell that his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes though and she immediately hugged him. She might have been on the Hunters payroll, but she was also a friend. That’s what made it a little easier to look the other one every once in awhile.

“Benjamin Lafitte has been released to the North Star Hospital Center.” Jody explained to Dean. “So you guys can arrange…” Dean nodded.

“Thanks Jody. We really owe you.” Dean said. Jody looked up then and smiled some as Sam came out into the garage, favoring his arm.

“Sam.” She hugged him, careful to miss his arm. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks Jody.” Sam said softly. “Hey Dean, have you seen Jim?”

“No, not yet. Your arm hurting?” Dean asked. Sam nodded. Dean was about to say something when some new bikes pulled into the lot. Jody was a little on edge. “It’s ok Jody, they’re friends.” Dean said. Andy took his helmet off and looked over at Sam and Dean.

“You okay?” He asked, walking past Jody.

“I’m fine.” Sam sighed. Jody took this time to size up the Wayward Sons. Andy seemed okay. Meg and Ruby weren’t too bad. Gabriel looked a little rough around the edges. Lucifer was fucking scary.

“I could score you some Demon Blood man.” Lucifer said. “It’ll stop all the pain.”

“Yeah, and it’ll stop him from being a functioning human being.” Ruby hissed. “Don’t even bring that shit around here.”

“Demon Blood?” Dean asked. “What the fuck is that?”

“Street drug and nasty.” Jody told him. “I just had to interview a couple of girls who had been slipped it in their drinks.” Dean watched Ruby awkwardly rubbed her arm as Jody spoke. “Moderation shouldn’t cause any life altering effects. But too much and overdoses can really fuck you up.”

“Can we change the subject?” Sam asked. “I don’t need Demon Blood. Just some low grade, over the counter painkillers and I’ll be good.”

“What happened anyway?” Jody asked.

“I got shot.” Sam said dismissively before he headed to where Ellen and Jo were to see if they had anything.

“Well, I guess you guys have things to attend to.” Jody said. “Let me know when the funeral is. I’d love to pay my respects.” She patted Dean’s arm and offered a small smile. “And tell Bobby to give me a call.” She left then. Dean went to go make the arrangements to have Benny buried. He didn’t want him to lay there and rot because his parents couldn’t give a shit about him. He also needed to research whatever this Demon Blood shit was.

“She was addicted to it.” Andy said to Dean, startling him some. “Ruby was. She was kicked out of her home, lost her job, everything. All she wanted was more of it. But she pulled herself out and is very anti Demon Blood.”

“Why is it called that?” Dean asked.

“No matter what form it’s in, it’s a deep red. It looks like blood. And it causes the user to hallucinate. A very common side effect is they believe they have powers.” Andy looked over at Lucifer, who was talking with Meg and Gabriel. “Lucifer OD’ed on it. That’s why he’s insane.”

“That did that to him?” Dean asked.

“Gabriel said he had a slight mental illness anyway. And he got hooked on Demon Blood. And he just took more and more until his body couldn’t take it anymore.” Andy explained. “Sam got lucky. He took it once and it made him sick and he promised to never take it again.” Andy realized as soon as the words left his mouth, he shouldn’t have said them.

“Wait...what did you say?” Dean asked.

“Nothing.” Andy shook his head.

“Sam took this drug?” Dean asked. Andy sighed.

“Once, as a moment of weakness. Right after Jess died. But he got so sick that the benefits were overshadowed. And he promised all of us and God himself that he would never do it again.” Andy could see the anger bubbling away under Dean’s skin. What else had Sam neglected to tell him? Instead, Dean stormed off, leaving Andy there. He went to find Bobby so they could get ready to bury Benny.

****

The funeral home was quick to have things set up. So it was the next day and they were ready. Benny was prepped and placed in a closed casket. It was sunny and warm. Every trope in movies said it was supposed to rain. So it couldn’t really be a funeral.

It was a graveside service. The funeral home did bring Benny to the cemetery via hearse, and the Hunters and Wayward Sons were the pallbearers. While the Wayward Sons had only known Benny a couple of days, they felt obligated to stand there by the Hunters. Ellen and Jo sobbed. Especially Ellen. She had watched Benny grow up from a chubby toddler to a man.

Sam was one of the first to leave when the ceremony was over. He had to get away. He needed air. So he stormed off, running away to a club of trees where he could sit and be alone. But he wasn’t, because Dean was right behind him.

“Sammy…” Dean said. “We got revenge for Benny and for dad.”

“You think that Azazel planned this all on his own?” Sam asked. Dean was about to speak up. “There are three more princes out there, plus their fucking henchmen. Dean, we have to stop them all.”

“And we will in due time.” Dean said. “We just buried Benny.”

“They won’t care.” Sam told him. “And if what Azazel said is true…”

“What? What did he say to you?” Dean asked.

“He told me that he slept with mom when her and dad were separated and that I have a good chance of being his kid.” Sam told Dean. “I don’t believe but…”

“Dad told me about that.” Dean said. “You’re not Azazel’s son. Even if you were, it didn’t change anything. Dad loved you so much.”

“But…”

“No buts Sammy. You’re a Winchester, that’s all there is to it. You ain’t getting out of this family that easy.” He smirked at Sam, who rolled his eyes. “Come on. I think a trip up to Austin for a burger is in order. My treat.”

“Can we take Baby?” Sam asked.

“Of course. Probably hard to steer your bike with that arm anyway.” They headed back to the others. They had gotten a ride with Bobby. Dean didn’t mention anything about what Andy had told him about Demon Blood. He just wasn’t in the mood to fight with Sam. He got his brother back and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want to push him away.

And a trip to Austin really could do them both a lot of good.

****

Aguila, Arizona

Azazel’s body laid on a table as Asmodeus, Alastair, Ramiel, Lilith, Abbadon, and Dagon stood around. It had been chaos when the princes had came back from a run to Mexico and found their fourth dead on the ground. This just stunk of Hunters. Alastair was sure of it.

“They’re all dead.” Asmodeus finally said. “The Hunters have to be exterminated.”

“What do we do?” Ramiel asked.

“We slaughter them like the pigs they are.” Lilith hissed. She held Azazel’s favorite pistol in her hands. “I want to kill at least one of them.”

“Lil, just breathe.” Abbadon said. She looked at the others.

“Actually, I think it would be a fantastic idea to include the girls.” Alastair said. “They have a moral code. They’re not going to willingly shoot women. And they don’t have women in their group. It would be the perfect distraction.”

“Then let’s get ready.” Asmodeus announced. “I want the Hunters dead by the end of the week.”

Forever Tags: @anathewierdo @i-would-die-for-woodland-demars @dekahg @marvel-af @feelmyroarrrr @nanie5 @imboredsueme @gemini0410 @aiaranradnay @babypink224221 @mogaruke @xxwarhawk

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles  Tags: @luciathewinchestergirl @sheris532 @bobasheebaby @flamencodiva @bella-ca

This Life Tags: @soulslaststand @jamielea81 @caplansteverogers @becs-bunker @colie87

Supernatural Tags: @bandobsession98 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @fangirlsencyclopaediaofweirdness @ilovetardis @missihart23 @cloudyskylines @supernaturalwincestsblog @sams-serialkiller-fetish

#this life #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles

[edge-lorde]

finished the weird sisters challenge...

was fun in a very dorky sort of way.

not very plot heavy so ill go through a few paraphrased plays of it here:

the weird sisters approach the mc already knowing much about them because they all know all of their friends and just no one told them. they invite the MC to do a performance (their first performance? its not 100% clear to me.) at the school with them. 

others have informed me that the weird sisters are currently 6-7th year students at hogwarts, which partially explains why they look like pudgy adult toddlers but it does not make them look less bad. 

it also doesnt explain if they are already famous yet or not because everyone goes along with them and no one goes oh THOSE dramatic assholes??? they have a band now??? when told about their upcoming show.

anyway their like we like you MC your hardcore be in our band please. so you agree and they say ok but now we have to make sure your prepared. so they take you to the resident neville replacement ben, and get him to explain what its like to have an anxiety disorder. theyre like oh we love you ben youre so deep never change.

then they take you to snape. they tell him that they know he wont tell him his tragic backstory, so please just insult us for a bit and we’ll infer what kind of very goth turmoil you must have went through. and snape is like “WELL SINCE YOU ASKED....” and then their like that was fucking sick snape i think ill work some of that into a song thanks. 

 then the most tragic thing happens.... they take you to eat lunch with ismelda (goth gf girl) and are like before you can be in a true goth band you must walk alone in the valley of shadows. and ismelda is like “welcome to my dark, twisted mind >;)” and its like a friendship minigame where your trying to pick the most dead baby humor response to the things she says. its wonderful,

BUT just like in the werewolf event, i am too overpowered and finish the minigame after only 2 questions TT________TT im just too brave, smart and empathetic......

they also get you to cheering charms with them before the show which seems almost like doing drugs with them, but all it does is make you happy for a little bit so w/e. 

then their like oh yeah you dont know how to play an instrument. here, bewitch this bass guitar to play by itself itll be fine. 

and it is fine. you get onstage in your school uniform and play the can you dance like a hippogriff? song they did in the 4th movie. which is a song about magical creatures prancing about and is not goth at all, but it is fun. you get to see all your friends + old prefects scream and wiggle around while flitwick chaperones on a stool. 

in the end, their like hey that was cool but we met a guy who actually knows how to play bass. and then your like thats ok im the main character, cant really go on tour right now got to solve the the hogwarts mystery, and theyre like glad you understand. you get an outfit that i cant find in my inventory. 

all is well and good, but then they try to tie this little jaunt into the main plot??? idk how that works given that this is a time sensitive event, so people at any point in the game should be able to play it? idk

#weird sisters #hp #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #the weird sisters #ismelda murk #ben copper #severus snape #rambling #Thoughts

[crustymustyrasin]

panic attacks (Obi-wan x reader one shot) [non-binary reader]

^^^third person P.O.V^^^

The nightmares and the past haunted Y/n. They corrupted their mind and bent them out of shape. They wherent doing so well when training with their master, mace windu, and Obi-wan noticed this.

"Y/n..are you doing well?" obi-wan asked as he walked to them.

"Yes Kenobi I'm fine" Y/n snapped. They had liked kenobi ever since they had gotten here....but the Jedi code made them push their feelings deep into the darkest parts of their heart.

Obi-wan nodded his head and walked off, leaving Y/n alone.

Days

Even weeks pasted since their last encounter. And Day after day...Y/n was getting worse. They where lashing out and isolating them selfs.

Truth be told...Y/n had a bad childhood and now..every little think reminded them of those who make their life hell.

Y/n felt their chest tighten with fear. They had just had something trigger their emotions.

Y/n's breath was shaky as they collapsed on the hard tile. Their vison went blurry as it faded into those horrible memories.

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

"YOUR USELESS

"YOUR A MISTAKE"

"I WISH I NEVER HAD YOU"

"IM LEAVING YOU WITH THE JEDI MAYNE THEY CAN FIX YOU"

Their mothers hurtfull voice rang through their head.

Y/n grabbed a fist full of their hair and started hitting their head repeatedly.

"Shut up...Shut Up...SHUT UP!!" They screams.

Tears ran down their face and hit the tile floor.

Y/n choked out a sob as their throat tightened.

"y/n!!" Obi-wan's voice rang through the Halls...but y/n didnt hear it.

Obi-wan ran to Y/n and scooped them up in his arms. He procedded to rock them back and forth like you would a toddler.

"Its okay...calm down...im here now" Obi-wan clutched Y/n tightly as he stood up.

Obi-wan felt Y/n burry their face in his chest..

"Itll all be okay" he whispered as he took y/n to their room. He laid them on the bed and laid behind them.

Then he pulled Y/n into his chest and held onto them.

"Itll be okay" obi whispered. Y/n grabbed onto his robes and the blankets and instantly found comfort. Their breathing slowed and tears slowly stopped falling.

"Thank you Kenobi" y/n whispered as she looked up into his blue eyes.

"No problem" he whispered as he rubbed his hand up and down their back.

Soon without even noticing....Y/n had fallen asleep while holding onto Kenobi tightly, in fear the nightmares and PTSD would come back...but they never did..obi-wan was her escape...

(Uh that was horribe!! Ill upload better ones i promise!)

#obi-wan #panic #love #xreader #obi-wanxy/n

[shhh-no-ones-home]

anti-fraternize john wick x reader

+++++++++ Request from @cynic-spirit : "Hi. Thanks for replying. I am a sucker for possessive and jealous John wick. Fluff please. How about they are out and someone tries to get her attention. John tries to hold it for a while because he doesn't want to create a scene. But then she kind of smiles and laughs back at the stranger because of politeness and he loses it. Jealousy kicks in and shows!!"

We are gonna do a small age gap with college!reader cause I had an idea 👀 i do hope you like it! thanks again fro requesting!

Song: fury of the storm by dragonforce

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

"are you sure about this?"

john asked as i dragged him up the front stairs of the frat house.

"of course, why wouldnt i be?"

he sent me look as we walked in the door, music blaring and lights flashing different colors around the room.

"dont you think its a little public?"

i looked at him mildly annoyed as we made our way to the living room.

"well yeah, thats kind of the point. but if it makes you feel any better none of these people will even remember that we were here tomorrow."

he laughed a little bit as we made our way to the couch on the far side of the room. i had seen my friend and wanted to join her, she said she would meet us here.

"i must say, i dont miss this at all. i kinda skipped out on college believe it or not."

i sent him a fake shocked look.

"no! you?"

he laughed at me. i knew what he did for a living, i knew exactly why he didnt go to school. of course i didnt know everything but i had a good idea.

"y/n!"

my friend called, gaining my attention.

"hey!"

i said, letting go of johns hand to hug her. she had a plastic solo cup in her hand already and had been dancing by herself in the corner of the room.

"how have you been?"

she asked over the loud music. then john touched my arm gently.

"im gonna go get us some drinks."

i nodded as he departed and made his way towards the kitchen through the sea of drunk college kids.

"ive been good, and you?"

she scoffed at me.

"ive been good too but clearly not as good as you, where did you find him?"

she joked, making me blush.

"work."

i said, it was half true. i was a new recruit after all. the only difference was that i still had a decent outside life.

"Isn't he a little old for you?"

she joked. i sent her a look.

"no, of course not."

she sent me a wicked smile, cheersing me.

"you always were one to attract older men."

she said before taking a drink. i smirked at her before noticing a guy dancing closer to us and backing away from him into the small space.

"so? maybe i do attract older men, but we love each other. Isn't that what matters?"

She shrugged, taking another drink.

"and what? You've only been dating a few months yeah?"

i nodded.

"Yeah but John's different, he's... Special."

She sent me a look before holding her cup to her side.

"so was the last guy you dated."

I shook my head at her as the song changed, a few of the frat guys dancing got even closer to us now. I watched as one began to dance at me horribly, making us both laugh.

"maybe he likes you."

she noted, making me roll my eyes as he began touching me lightly.

"at least hes your age."

she said, brow raised as another guy began doing the same thing with her, except she was way more into it. i was beginning to wonder where john had gone. this dude was making me uncomfortable.

"how you doing baby?"

he slurred, holding his cup in the air as he got closer, not that it was possible at this point.

"im fine, thanks for asking."

i said politely.

"you wanna head upstairs? i hear they have a great master bedroom up there."

he said with a wink, i let out a nervous laugh.

"uh no thanks, im taken."

he shook his head, downing the last of his drink.

"oh come on, youre just saying that, itll be fun. i promise."

he said darkly, tossing his cup to the ground. i looked to my friend that was now grinding against the other dude and knew i would find no help from her. Then John appeared out of nowhere with my drink.

"Just the way you like it."

He said lightly before staring down at the guy and taking a sip of his own drink. i was beyond grateful that he had showed up, just in time.

"Thanks babe."

i said a little shaky, and i could see it on his face he knew i was uncomfortable. he touched my arm gently as the guy stared between us. i just looked down, hoping john would take care of this.

"oh yeah, and im supposed to think this is your boyfriend? he looks like he could be your dad."

he joked, highfiving his friend, who was still dancing with Tashi.

"that may be so young man but i take better care of her than you ever could."

i looked up to john as he stared daggers into the dudes head. he just scoffed.

"yeah right old man, i could take you in a heart beat and leave with her fine ass on my arm."

my eyes went wide, looking from johns face to his chest as he tensed.

"that was a mistake my guy."

i said, barely audible, glancing to him quickly.  john placed his hand gently at my back causing me to look back up at him.

"what do you want me to do babe?"

he seemed like he was seething. i thought for a second.

"i think no one is taking this ass home but you so go for it. old man."

i said with a wink, he smirked down at me. i knew he would have too much fun with this.

"as you wish."

he stepped forward and the guy swung at him, missing completely. john dodged it and pushed him to the ground in one fowl swoop. a few people snickered at the sight as he quickly stood back up, rearing back for another punch. he swung again and missed, the two of them looking like they were dancing. then his friend joined in, john knocking them into each other. i couldnt help but laugh at the sight. he fixed his jacket and moved to stand next to me, looking proud as ever as the two drunk toddlers tried to stand and push away from each other.

"this isnt over old man!"

john looked at me and let out an exasperated sigh.

"will you get a load of these two with the old man crap? im not that old."

he shook his head, making me giggle as they came at him again. he punched them both one after another, and watched as they each hit the ground with a thud. i held my hand over my mouth to suppress the laugh, but even if i didnt i would have matched the small crowd standing around us. they were all laughing now, including Tashi.

"so, i know we just got here, but wanna ditch?"

i asked and he smiled down at me before nodding.

"wanna try that diner down the street?"

i nodded quickly, being absolutely smitten with him as he lead me to the door.

"hey! what about me?!"

tashi yelled. john looked back at her and beckoned her to join. she did so quickly, running to catch up with us. everyone watched as we left.

"so, i see the appeal now."

she said, light hearted as we made our way to johns mustang. i smiled widely as he opened the door for us both, her climbing in the back. i looked to her as he rounded the car.

"you have no idea."

#wattpad #x reader #john wick #request #imagines #one shot #268