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Race to the Finish - Chapter 1

I feel awareness coming in first, that feeling of waking after a long nap, and the tiredness that comes with that feeling. I gently lift myself up and let a soft groan out as I look around. The room hadn’t changed much since my last lucid period, maybe a few new toys here and there, and that loop-de-loop hot wheels track was definitely new. The room was mostly the same, the same race car bed my other side had picked out, same wild, unkempt toys scattered here and there, again thanks to my other side.

As I sit I feel the telltale squish of my pull up under my bottom and wince, the night accidents had started soon after catching the virus, even when I was an adult, and I’d still not gotten used to them after…well I didn’t know how many months it’d been at this point. The periods of my other side taking over were there, but kids couldn’t tell time, dates, much of anything, and some things like waiting for mommy- Khris… to get out of a conversation felt like an eternity to a four year old, yet things like daycare seemed to pass in a snap. I slowly pulled myself out of bed, cringing at the feeling between my legs as it squished, and upon looking down cringed again, seeing the childish Paw Patrol PJs I was in. I got up and went to my dresser, one now much bigger than me, though I knew where all the clothes were, starting with underwear I opened the lowest drawer and sighed, digging through, looking for anything without cartoons or cutesy animals, picking a pair that just had Pikachu on them. I had pulled my pants down when I’d heard the sound of the door opening and a blush fell across my face as Khris, my mommy and previous girlfriend walked in, smiling softly.

“And what are we doing mister?” I let out a sigh as I looked down “Khris… it’s me… I’m just trying to get out of..this” I said, motioning to my well used pull up. Khris seemed a little shocked but kept the smile up “Well, welcome back Stephen, heard ya through the baby monitor and assumed little Stevie was trying to change himself, normally doesn’t end up well as he can have trouble with pants.” She chuckled as I blushed more, my face feeling like it might catch fire at any moment. “W-Well…I’m not him so..c-can you please leave, also where are the wipes?” Khris chuckled again and just walked over, taking them off the top of my dresser and handing them to me before going to walk out.

“Call me if you need help, I’m just in the living room.” I just blushed more as the door shut, how could she think I need help, it’s just pants and underwear, maybe a shirt if I’m lucky and any of them are less childish. I make quick work of ripping the sides of my pull up and letting it fall to the floor before cleaning myself, something I’d gotten used to before the periods of mental regression had started happening. I slide on the underwear and find a somewhat mature looking pair of shorts before throwing the pull up into the diaper pail near my dresser, though I didn’t need diapers, it kept my room from smelling like stale pee. I walked out and sighed as everything seemed so…big now, everything from a four year olds perspective seemed like it was made for giants. I made my way to the living room where Khris gave me a warm, motherly smile “Good job sweetie! Glad you could get yourself changed after your little nap.” I blushed again “Of course I can, just because…Stevie can’t, doesn’t mean I can’t…” Khris nodded as she looked at me a bit seriously. “Well..this was a longer period under, honestly sweetie, we thought you were permanent this time.”

I looked annoyed now, probably ‘we’ as in her and her new boyfriend I’d found out about after my last time under. His name was Ty and he honestly wasn’t a bad guy, when I was in my older mindset we could talk about our passion, which was cars. Though we’d gone two very different places with our passion as I’d been a professional stunt and race driver before the virus hit, while Ty was just a mechanic. “Well, I’m back so…of course I can dress myself” I said with a huff

“Where’s Ty?” I asked, wanting a way to maybe get into a more…adult conversation. Khris sighed a bit, my want to cut the conversation not lost on her “In the garage, the car needed an oil change and he’s getting it done” I nodded and started to head that way, not wanting to lose a second where I could be having a much more…mature conversation than the triumph of being able to put my feet in the right holes without getting lost. I pulled the toddler proof door open, it having one of those over the handle covers to make it near impossible for an actual four year old to open, and made my way into the garage. Ty pulled himself out from under the car and looked at me “What are you doing out here lil guy?” “I…wanted to see if you needed any help.” Ty looked a bit surprised but then smiled and nodded “Of course I could Stephen, good to see ya back bud, been a minute.” He sat up slowly, having not changed a ton in the time I’d been under, same long hair tied into a bun, somewhat scruffy but short beard, looked like he’d just gotten out of work as he was still dirty and had the overshirt with his name on it on.

“So…what do you need me to do?” I asked, unsure how far along the process was “Well, right now could you hand me the wrench on my stool? Getting the oil filter off now.” I smiled and nodded, knowing I’d come in just in time for the start. I grabbed the wrench and quickly handed it to him and he went to slide under as I asked “Do…you need me to help under there?” He stopped and poked back out, a bit of a worried look on his face “Why don’t you stay out here bud, I don’t think you’d be able to get this off being how small you are, and you know how mommy feels about you getting all dirty, especially with oil? She’d have my head and you’d probably have a new daddy” he chuckled as he rolled under and I frowned.

I found myself actually pouting for a second and feeling the urge to stomp my foot, but just barely stopping myself as I said “I can help Ty, I’m not just gonna be a…tool boy. I know cars probably better than you!” I huffed as he sighed from under the car “It’s not about knowledge lil dude, it’s about the fact you’re four now, even if you’re mentally bigger.” I huffed again as I looked around, seeing the new oil sitting near the oil pan and grabbing it “W…Well I wanna put the oil in!” I said, not realizing how childish it sounded at the time as Ty chuckled “Sure bud, you can put the oil in, and in fact, I almost got this off, slide me the oil pan.” I walked over and pushed it towards him with my foot as I held the new oil like it was life or death.

I heard the telltale thunk as the oil filter fell into the pan and the oil started to pour out with it and Ty slid out, grabbing the new filter and chuckling upon seeing me before sliding back under and waiting. During that waiting period I cooled down a bit, sighing as I realized I’d let my more…childish emotions take over in the moment. Something that wasn’t uncommon when I was aware, though I’d never felt that..close to a tantrum before…it was odd, concerning to say the least. Before long I heard the clicking of the ratchet as he tightened the new filter in place and slid back out, smiling at me as he stood, now towering over me.

“Lemme grab the stool for ya bud, and the funnel, and then the oil is all yours.” He said, sliding the stool over and helping me onto it before putting the funnel in place and making sure it was secure as I struggled to get the cap off the fresh oil. Ty helped me a bit just to get it started but then let me do it the rest of the way, standing right behind me as I lifted up the fairly large bottle and started to pour it in. I smiled as I felt a form of accomplishment as I watched it go down the funnel, knowing I was doing way more than just handing him tools.

I helped with the first bottle and then the second and smiled as he put the engine cap on and went to go check how it ran, turning the car on. Though in my excitement of helping I went to hop of the stool, misjudging just how high up it was to my little body, I hopped down and yelped as I landed but quickly tumbled forward and whined as I caught myself on my hands and knees, wincing as I felt the sharp pain I hadn’t felt since childhood of my hands and knees getting skinned, whimpering as I stood back up, feeling my lip trembling and the childish emotions welling up, though I did my best to keep them down as Ty turned off the car and stepped out.

“Good job bud, seems to be running…you okay lil guy?” I just nodded, but my face obviously showed otherwise as he kneeled down and started to check me over “Ooo…looks like you got scraped up pretty good, this is why I told you to wait for me bud, come on, lets get mommy to get you a bandaid.” He went to stand as I looked at him, my already heightened emotions flaring up at being talked down to so easily by the man who took my girlfriend. “I can get my own damn bandaid and I don’t even need em! It was a little fall!”

Ty seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst and just looked at me “Buddy..it’s okay to-” I cut him off “And stop calling me “Buddy”! I’m not a little kid right now! You don’t need to look down on me like one!” I went to stomp into the house, flinging open the door and stomping towards my room as I saw Khris getting up from the couch. I heard Khris ask “What’s going on” and Ty said something back, I’m sure they were talking about me. I was just too upset to even care as I slammed my bedroom door shut and sat down against it, trying to hold myself together…big kids didn’t cry, adults didn’t cry, and I wouldn’t cry.

I sat there for a while, and after a bit I felt and heard a knock at the door behind me to which I responded with a moody “What” Khris responded “Sweetie…can I come in? I wanna make sure you’re okay…Ty told me you took a pretty good tumble.” I felt the red hot rage boiling back up but scooched away from my door and just muttered a soft “Fine….” Khris slowly walked in and looked at me before kneeling down and frowning “Is everything alright hun? This isn’t like you, even big you….” She sounded worried but I just pulled away “I’m perfectly fine…thanks.”

She sighed and sat down now, probably knowing she was in for the long haul as she gently took my hand “Honey, I know this is all a lot, and while we’ve had time to adjust, I know you haven’t. If you need to talk to us, you can hun, this has to be a lot, and especially being that we don’t know what’s going on in that little head of yours, we can only help you as much as you let us….” I pulled my hand away and curled up again “I don’t need help, I’ll be fine…” Khris frowned “Sweetie, we both know that’s not true.” I shrugged as I just sat there “My issue, not yours…I’m gonna go shower…get this dirt off me” I said, looking for any escape from her ‘mommy of the year’ act, though as I stood, I noticed something off, specifically around my crotch. I frowned as it felt…cold..clammy, though my shorts looked fine.

Khris seemed to notice my sudden stop too. “Everything okay sweetie?” She started to even make a move to check me probably as I pulled away and just muttered “I’m fine.” I walked out of the room and towards the bathroom, hearing Khris walking out behind me, but stopping in the hall. I made my way into the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door behind me before yanking my shorts down and feeling my undies, feeling the telltale squish of the padded undies, wincing I realized…not only was little me not potty trained yet…seems like that little bout made me have a bit of an accident, and not one that will go unnoticed, as I can’t throw these out like a pull up.

I sigh and slip my now soggy undies down, that being a problem for post shower Stephen as I pulled off my shirt and going to turn the water on, though struggling heavily to do so from outside the tub, just barely being able to turn the knob to the hot area. I got into the shower after it'd warmed up enough, grimacing at the tub toys hanging from mesh bags on the wall, knowing any other night I’d probably be ecstatic to play with those right now. I turned away from em and started to let the warm water run over me, sighing as I felt the stress seemingly start to melt away already, the dirt washing off my body. Some being from the garage, but most I suspect to be from daycare that day, we’d had an outing to the woods behind the school and I’d been getting into everything.

I washed my body with a soap bar I could only guess to be Ty’s, not that I really cared, though as it came to my hair I looked around for any shampoo, only finding the kids shampoo left low, making it easier to get me washed during my baths. I groaned, I was not using THAT, I already probably smell like a kid constantly, I wasn’t going to add onto it. I began to look around for some more mature shampoo, noticing it on a higher shelf and well out of my reach, but easy for any adult to get to and use.

I huffed a bit, crossing my arms before looking for a way to get it, realizing my only way would be to climb, though I knew it was probably not the best idea, it was better than using that childish smelling gunk. I began by stepping onto the edge of the tub, it wasn’t too slippery so it was easy to make my way around to the shelves, and start to pull myself up. This though, was my worst decision of the night, as when I tried to step up onto the lowest shelf, grabbing a higher one. I didn’t realize just how slippery they’d gotten from the steam and water falling on them.

It was over before it’d even started as I felt my hand slip first before my foot slipped off the lower shelf, sending my tumbling back towards the tub with a loud thud and a yelp. I winced, not hurt, least not badly, and I’d not hit my head on anything, though I’d fallen on my bottom fairly hard, I was surprised though when I heard the knob to the bathroom rattle, and then the door swung open, I thought I’d locked it….

I looked up as the shower curtain was pulled open and Khris was almost immediately at my side, not worried about the water as she immediately went to check me over. “Stevie, sweetie, are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” She seemed panicked as she looked me over, but I was mortified. Being completely nude in front of not just her, but I could see Ty behind her, holding a screwdriver and looking concerned. I pushed her hands away from me, blushing as I scrambled back up to my feet. “I’m fine, just…tried to get shampoo and fell.”

Khris frowned as she heard that “Sweetie, your shampoo is down here, you shouldn’t have to climb for it, you know how dangerous that is.” She said, scolding me like you would a small child which only made my embarrassment rise as I looked at her “I’m not gonna use stuff that’s gonna make me smell more like a toddler!” She looked surprised at me for raising my voice and frowned. “Well it’s what we normally use for you,it’s just oranges, nothing kiddie Stephen, you need to understand you can’t do everything like you used to…”

She stood and sighed, seeming satisfied with me not being hurt and…maybe even a bit hurt herself? I just went to pull the curtain closed as she seemed to linger for a few more seconds before walking out, shutting the door behind her and I could hear some talking behind the door. I sighed and gave a death glare to the bottle of shampoo with a smiling octopus on it before grabbing it and making quick work of washing my hair, huffing as I washed with the shampoo. It didn’t smell bad at all, though I don’t think I could ever admit that to Khris or Ty at this point.

I stood for a bit longer after washing and just let the water run over me before turning it off and stepping out, grabbing a towel and drying myself off, if there was one good thing about being this small, it’s that it was much easier to dry myself with just one towel. After drying I went to grab my clothes and noticed something that caused my blush to come right back…there was a fresh pull up sitting on my clothes, the sodden undies nowhere to be found.

I froze as I stared at it and didn’t know what to do. After a few seconds of hoping this was all a childish hallucination I slowly leaned down and picked up the crinkly garment, blushing as I sighed and slowly opened it up, stepping in and pulling it up, wincing a bit as I felt the plush interior of it hugging my crotch and bottom, before putting my shirt and shorts back on and going to walk out, probably with a bit more of a gate, though I was hoping it wasn’t too noticeable.

Upon walking out I heard the TV on, the local weather being read off as I smelled something being cooked, it smelled like something with tomatoes. I made my way into the living room, finding Ty on the couch who gave me a small nod as I just looked away before making my way to the kitchen, looking up at Khris who was currently over a steaming pot, stirring.

“Khris..?” I asked quietly “Yes Stephen?” “Where did those undies go..?” She gave me a small, almost annoyed look “Well, normally when Stevie wears those undies and goes in them, he tells me and we get him in a pull up for the rest of the day. I see that part doesn’t transfer over as much as the emotional outbursts do.” I blushed deep red as I looked at her “I…I didn’t mean to, I was gonna tell you but I didn’t even realize it happened, I think it happened when I fell off the stool…” I looked down, feeling like a child who’d just done something very bad.

Khris sighed a bit and looked down at me “Stephen, believe it or not, you’re not an adult anymore, and you need to accept we’re your legal guardians now. We know how to care for you, and we aren’t gonna make fun of you for anything you’d do normally, Stevie hasn’t mastered the potty yet and I know for a fact that means you haven’t either. You know that as well as I do, so you should’ve told me or let me check when you noticed it in your room” I just stared at her, she’d known the entire time, maybe it was my face, or my reaction?

I must’ve given the same tell as Stevie… I just stood there as she went back to stirring “Dinner will be done in about ten minutes, why don’t you go watch TV for a bit while I work on it?” I could tell by her tone she was upset, so I just nodded and shuffled my way out and to the couch as Ty looked at me and gave a small chuckle. Though it wasn’t one of laughing at me, more of understanding “Guessing her angry voice isn’t any different from when you were big huh?” I just shook my head quietly as he gently rubbed my back “Look bud, she’s just worried. I know you didn’t mean to blow up on me or her, but you gotta understand, we just want what’s best for you, and if you need help or for us to do something, you need to tell us”

I nodded slowly but scooched away from the back rubs, sitting back and watching the news, something about a local school doing a fundraiser for something. Though my thoughts weren’t focused on that, they were focused on my outburst from earlier, how childish it was, how close I was to a tantrum. It was odd, almost like I was slipping back into the Stevie mindset for a second there and for some reason it reminded me of a story I’d read early on into the virus’ outbreak.

It’d been about someone who, like me, was swapping between his adult and child mindset, though he was worse, swapping almost weekly, though that wasn’t the only odd thing about him. After around 3 months of this he suddenly just…stopped swapping, and seemed to level out. He knew all about his life as a chef and having a fair amount of his adult thoughts, though he seemed to also have more childish impulses and seemed like any other three year old. Unless you talked to him about food, then it was closer to a hyperactive toddler.

I began to wonder if this was what he went through, if he had started off by just having small tantrums here and there, maybe an outburst, then he just…slid down until he leveled out as a toddler. I probably looked lost in thought before I was pulled back out by Khris calling out “Dinner’s ready boys.” Ty stood up and smiled at me as I slowly got up, pushing my worries to the back of my mind for now as I walked into the kitchen, seeing Khris setting my spot.

I knew it was mine because of the booster seat covered in stickers that was sitting in the chair in front of the spot that Khris was setting, I shuffled slowly over and mumbled “Can’t I have a normal seat…?” Khris gave me another disapproving mom look, one I didn’t even need the rest of the answer for as I pulled myself up and sat in my booster, looking at the plate in front of me. Spaghetti with cheesy garlic bread, on a…what I believe to be a Bluey plate.

I slowly grabbed my fork and started to eat as Khris and Ty sat with their own plates and started to eat. Ty seemingly trying to break the tension with a “So…least tomorrow’s Friday right?” Khris gave him a bit of a look as she sighed “Yeah…speaking of, that means you do have to go to daycare tomorrow, okay Stephen?” I looked and frowned “But…I’m in my big mindset…do I really have to” Khris nodded at that “Yes, you do, especially after that fall tonight, I’m not trusting you to be home alone all day, let alone cook your own food”

I looked, trying to think of an argument…though she had me dead to rights with that, so I looked for another way “Can…Can I atleast be in a bigger kids room?” Khris shook her head “You’re in the oldest room you can be in at this daycare sweetie, and you know it’s not realistic to swap daycares when we don’t know when you might just swap back to Stevie.” I nodded again and looked down at my spaghetti, slowly eating it as I mumble softly “Sorry…I just…don’t want you guys to think I’m still some…needy kid.” Ty looked at me this time “Bud, we know you’re not, but we also recognize you still have physical limitations, you’re not very big, even for a four year old. The doctor was worried you were younger than we’d thought given we couldn’t get ahold of your family, but everything else developmentally pointed to a four year old. We just need you to trust us and let us help you, even if you’re an ‘adult’.”

I nodded slowly at that and just slowly ate, trying my best to keep myself clean as the two actual adults at the table moved the conversation into talks of weekend plans. After a bit of chatter about something to do with going to the local mall for some new clothes for me, Khris turned to me, seeming in a better mood as she smiled “Hey…why don’t we watch a movie tonight. We’ll even let ya stay up a bit late, as long as you promise you’ll wake up good for us, you can pick the movie too, okay sweetie?”

I looked up and perked up a bit hearing I got to pick it, there was so many movies that came out while I was little that I’ve not gotten to see yet. It would be hard to pick just one to watch, but I nodded quickly. “Yeah!” I finished up eating and quickly went to climb out of my chair, rushing to the living room as the other two chuckled at my sudden reversion to a childish excitement over a movie. Though I was already flipping through the movies, coming to the horror section with a smile.

I selected a newer movie, Scream 6, it having come out during my last bout of being little. I’d been told no to watching it on more than one occasion, but now I’d surely have free reign of being able to watch it. Khris and Ty finished up their dinners and Khris walked out, looking at me with a soft smile before looking at the TV and giving a bit of a worried grimace. Looking back at me she asked “You wanna watch that tonight?” I nodded quickly and smiled as she gave a small sigh.

She wasn’t big on horror movies, but often did it for me, and tonight she knew she’d given me the choice, and there was no way to talk me out of it. She nodded as I heard Ty already getting the popcorn out and putting it in the microwave, I decided to try my luck at something else “Can…I have a pop too? I haven’t had one in a while.” Khris looked at me and looked unsure “Sweetie…your little body can’t handle that much sugar, nor the caffeine…but…I’ll think about giving you some. I don’t need you getting a sugar rush before bed.”

I smirked, it was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. She stepped back into the kitchen as I got the movie ready. I could feel the excitement welling up in my body, and I even let a small giggle out, but quickly quelled it, knowing it was the childish emotions pushing their way to the surface again. Ty brought out a big bowl of popcorn and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch as Khris brought out drinks, two obviously alcoholic drinks for them, and something in a sippy cup for me. My excitement died down almost immediately upon seeing the childish cup, decorated in Bluey designs, probably came in a set with the plate.

“Khris…I don’t need a sippy cup, I’m grown right now” She gave me a stern look this time “And I just cleaned the floors yesterday, last thing they need is orange pop staining them” she said as she set the cup in front of me,I couldn’t exactly argue with that, she’d given me the pop I’d wanted, but on her terms so…I guess small victories again? I took the sippy and drank from it, feeling the carbonation sizzling into my mouth and down my throat mixed with the immense sweetness from the pop, something my little body wasn’t used to…but something my little body absolutely loved at the same time, it was like stimulation in a cup.

We started the movie soon after and I watched, entranced as it started with a fake out opening, sipping my pop and eating popcorn by the not so big handful. Khris sat on her phone, not enjoying these movies in the slightest, but Ty seemed just as invested as me, or atleast acting like he was. This continued for roughly an hour, my sippy nearly empty of the sweet soda I’d been given and the popcorn running low already as I began to feel the consequences of my actions. I started feeling that familiar twinge in my bladder, letting me know it was time to go, but being mid movie I didn’t wanna miss anything nor ask for a pause. So I sat and watched, thinking I could easily make it to the end of the movie.

I started to squirm a bit and that wasn’t lost on my two caretakers as Ty looked over at me “Everything okay? Got ants in your pants?” I glanced back “I’m fine, just, nervous…yeah” I tried to calm my wiggles down though only a few more minutes had passed and that twinge had turned into an urge, causing me to cross my legs as Khris looked at me and in a very mom tone asked “Stephen…do you need to go potty?” I gave her a side eye as she looked at me and just muttered a soft “...No” She sighed a bit as she went to reach for the remote to pause it, just as a small jumpscare popped onto the screen. One of the first in the movie, causing her to let a yelp out and me to jump…though that momentary lapse in control led me to feeling the warmth spreading slowly across the front of my pull up, and my two carers hearing the unmistakable hiss of an accident in progress. I tensed as I realized fully what I was doing, the movie paused as Ty looked at me and let out a soft “Oh buddy…” I whimpered a bit, as Khris quickly got up “Stephen…why didn’t you say anything? We can pause the movie ya know.” I looked down as the hissing stopped and just sat in disbelief at what I’d just done, feeling the warmth sit around my waist “I..I thought I could hold it”

Khris looked at me “And as I told you earlier, Stevie isn’t fully potty trained, and neither are you, it seems you even less so at this point because at least Stevie tells me when he needs to go.” I winced at the words being flung at me, looking down still as Khris in one swift motion scooped me up and carried me to my room, Ty looking embarrassed for me as I was carried by. I didn’t even fight it at this point, as I was in too much shock to know what to even say or do as Khris set me down and pulled my shorts down, before tearing the sides of my pull up and letting it fall to the floor.

Grabbing a wipe and warming it with her hands as she looked at me “Stephen, I know you want to be a big boy, but you’re not, you’re four, and right now, you’re even acting like a four year old. You should’ve said something, we’re not gonna get mad or tease you for it, you’re still learning.” She started to clean me as my lip trembled a bit and all I could manage was a shaky “Sorry…” as I tried to fight back the tears welling up inside me.

The shame of having an accident mixed with my childish emotions and the urge to prove I’m big was all getting to be too much and threatened to spill over, especially with Khris being so upset as she finished cleaning me. She grabbed a fresh pull up and held it open for me as I shakily stepped in, still barely holding it together as I let soft whimpers out. Khris looked up at me and gently pulled me into a hug “Sweetie…I’m not mad…I just wish you’d understand. You’re not that big Stephen the race car driver anymore, you’re Stephen the four year old, you’re learning still and just getting your fresh restart into the world, and you’re not nearly at the level you were.''

I looked at her as I felt the tears start to flow and I started to sniffle out “B…But I’ve…I’ve gotta be big, I’ve gotta show everyone I’m old enough s..still I…” I sniffled more as Khris just rubbed my back “Shhh…sweetie, being big isn’t doing everything alone…being big is knowing when you need to ask for help…and knowing when to let yourself take that help, like right now. I don’t see a big boy who can do everything like superman, I see my little boy, who’s had a rough night of trying to be a big boy and needs his mommy for a hug and a kiss”

I listened to her as my tears grew to be too much as I let out a soft whimper before the water works truly started, starting to openly cry into her shoulder as I felt the tears rush down my cheeks. The loud cries barely muffled by Khris’ body as I heard something, probably Ty in the hall and felt Khris shake her head before I felt myself being lifted again. Letting my emotions flow as I was carried back to the living room, Khris sitting on the couch with me held in her lap, I didn’t care I was in just my pull up and shirt right now. I didn’t care how childish I looked crying into Khris, my emotions and body knew I needed to let this out, and at this point there was no stopping it as I just cried into her.

I don’t know how long it went on, but soon I felt myself calming down, whether it be due to the back rubs, the rocking or my tears finally running out, I wasn’t sure. I felt myself slowly coming back into focus, softly hiccuping and breathing as my powerful emotions subsided in favor of a post cry tiredness. Khris looked down at me in her lap and just gently kissed the top of my head and helped me calm down before softly asking “Do you want to finish your movie?”

I nodded slowly as I laid on her and she smiled “Okay…we’ll finish it, if you need to potty, you let me know okay? And after it’s bed time.” I just nodded again as Ty started the movie back up, sitting close but not too much so as the movie continued, going on for roughly another hour or so, filled with a few scares and an end scene that filled me with nostalgia for the original movies. I remembered my first time watching the first movie with my brother after he snuck it in the house. How I was hooked from there, through the ‘bad’ and ‘good’ movies, and how for two halloweens I went as a ghostface because I was just that obsessed. I smiled a bit as it slowly came to an end, knowing I’d get a second chance with those memories.

Though as it ended and the credits rolled, I could feel the tiredness taking over as I rubbed my eyes, it’d been a long day for sure, and the sudden crying hadn’t helped my case of needing to stay up. This didn’t slip past Khris either as I heard her lean whisper to Ty “I’m gonna put him to bed, you pick something” before she slowly lifted me up and carried me to my room once again. This time carrying me to my bed and laying me slowly down, smiling softly. “Alright, it’s time for you to get your rest, you’re already up well past your bedtime, and I’m hoping I don’t regret it tomorrow morning.”

I just tiredly nodded as she gently tucked me in, smiling as she sat on the edge of my bed, gently combing through my hair with her fingers. “Thank you for being such a big boy tonight and letting that cry out, some ‘big boys’ still don’t know how to do that, like the big lunk on the couch out there.” I let a soft giggle out at that as she leaned down and kissed my forehead “Sleep well Stephen…I’ll wake you up in the morning, if you need anything, you know where our room is.”

She slowly stood, smiling still as she turned on what looked to be a nightlight, projecting a starry sky onto my ceiling and playing soft, almost twinkling music, next to it she turned on what looked to be a baby monitor before flicking the lights off. “Sweet dreams” She said as she stepped out into the hall, shutting my door and leaving me with only the soft music and the stars gently spinning above my head. I didn’t get to watch them long though, as I felt my eyes start to flutter not even a minute after, the tiredness from the emotional night and the fact my body was used to a certain bedtime made it hard to keep myself awake. I felt myself slowly drifting off as I watched the big dipper silently glide over me, barely letting out a yawn as I felt the inky blackness of sleep take hold.

#age regression #mental regression #abdllittle #pull ups #ab/dl diaper #diaper regression

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peskygirl13 · 2 years

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I know people like to imagine what Leona would be like interacting with a Pokémon like Luxray and Pyroar, but for me personally, I like to see him interact with a Persian and can’t help but think they would have an odd rivalry over the sleeping spot on trainer!MC’s lap. That would be hilarious!🤣

Also, love your blog and all your twst x Pokémon headcanons!😊

Thank your for the complements! 🥰

I’m not a huge Persian fan (especially of the Alolan Persain) and my mom’s allergic to cats so I have dogs (and a bearded dragon), but the idea is just so funny to me. I would like to have a cat one day.

Just for clarification, this is a Kantonian Persian

MC, who just wants a quiet, domestic life, comes across a Meowth that seemed to be abandoned by its pervious owner and feeds it and it just starts to follow them around, sneaks into their house, and every time they put it back out it yowls until MC let’s it back in until finally MC relents and lets the cat Pokémon live with them.

MC’s pretty sure that the Meowth’s previous owner spoiled the damn thing because for a Pokémon that was starving in the streets, it was the most spoiled/pampered/bratty Pokémon they’ve ever met.

Still, it was partially their fault because it wasn’t like they didn’t spoil the Pokémon themself.

And that pompous attitude became tenfold after it evolved into Persian.

Fast forward to now when MC’s been transported to Twisted Wonderland, and their Persian hasn’t left them alone.

MC didn’t have a Pokémon before Persian, so the cat was used to being the sole receiver of MC’s love and attention. Now it have to share its trainer with others and an annoying fire cat that attacked MC when they first met.

Despite its haughty attitude, Persian does love MC and is very protective of them.

If you thought Grim was bad, Persian couldn’t stand Leona.

Grim was like Persian when it was a Meowth. Leona is like Persian now, which is one of the reasons they’re constantly at each others throats.

Ace and Deuce joked that MC started dating Leona because he was a human version of Persian, but that actually had some truth to it.

Leona and Persian were so similar that MC could tell what Leona was thinking or how he was feeling because of their experience with Persian.

If Leona was being honest, they’re ability to read them did annoy him at first, but he grew used to if after awhile and eventually even began appreciating it.

While most people just thought he was lazy or bored, MC could tell that he was feeling depressed, or he was having a bad day. They just knew.

Persian hadn’t liked Leona when they met because he threatened MC, then Leona overbloted and tried to hurt MC, and Leona just had a bastard personality to begin with, but MC actually liked that and wanted to date this guy?!

Let’s just say the Pokémon thought their was something very wrong with its trainer. Leona thought the same about Persian, wondering why MC would ever want to have such an obnoxious cat as a partner.

(Pot calling the kettle black)

The one time they teamed up was to attack Ruggie when the hyena pointed out their similarities.

The two tried to be civil with each other for the sake of MC, but they weren’t exactly discreet with their distain for each other especially when it came to MC’s attention.

Always fighting over who gets to spent more time with them. Persian constantly lays on their lap right when Leona is about to nap, claiming it as its own since it was its nap spot first. That never stopped Leona from picking it up my the scruff and throwing it so that he could lay his head in MC’s lap.

Eventually, they just tolerated each other. Usually, if Persian wasn't with MC, it was with Leona.

“No, Persian and I aren’t happy to spent time together. Get your eyes checked.”

It did help that since they were so similar, they could tell what the other was thinking.

In Persian’s eyes, Leona was one of the few more tolerable students at the school. And as much as it hated Leona, its trainer did good choosing someone with such high standing.

They do bond over their mutual annoyance of Cheka, who adored Persian as much as he adored his uncle.

@phoenix-manga has some excellent headcanons of the twst boys with Pokémon and Leona has a Meowth. I highly recommend you check them out if you’re interested in more stuff like this.

@haitherecaringmonke also has a great Leona and Persian work here

#ask #anon ask #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x pokemon #pokemon #twst x pokemon #pokemon au #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst mc #twst oc #twst yuu #savanaclaw #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim

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leydenkilgore · 23 days

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Shifting Experience One: Main DR

This isn’t my first shift but one of my most complete ones. I used to be prone to getting sleep paralysis which is honestly my go to method to shifting in an instant. So one night I wake up at say one in the morning. And all of sudden I’m thinking about my body in my dr. Many years than I first plan to shift. So I’m already married and have kids. I was thinking both negatively and positively when I started hearing this baby crying. My neighbors do have a baby but that baby never cries and I can’t hear it. So I’m thinking to myself okay why doesn’t this baby shut up. Then all of a sudden I become aware that I’m in one of my sittings room in that dr. And I never opened my eyes but I just know that I’m lying down on the sofa. I can see with like my minds eye where everything is, what everything looks like and I feel the silk of the couch. Which honestly was really nice and I feel like I cost my husband a lot of money. Anyways, then after a while I hear this man’s voice and I’m look who the hell this. Men don’t live in my house in my original reality. (I don’t like the term current reality because that implies I’m still there). Eventually a woman is helping him with the baby. And I immediately recognize my sister Tereza in that reality. My husband was scrambling trying to keep that baby quiet. And I became aware that hey that obnoxious baby is my baby. I still don’t know which one it was. I just know it was one of my youngest children. But this man is stressing and my sister just sternly like, be quiet, be quiet. And I’m annoyed because I have to get up and comfort this baby. Honestly; it was pretty sweet that he cared so much to help me rest. But sir this is your fifth or sixth child. Why does my sister have to hold your hand through this? But we love him. Also note to self script he’s a more hands on parent, because apparently I perceive him as a hands off dad. Here’s the stupidest part. I began to affirm I had to go school tomorrow and I shifted back. I had fully shifted there but I didn’t open my eyes because I was trying to nap. And I consciously shifted back…Easily in my top ten of bad decisions. Anyways that’s the end of this story. I have another story from the same dr in maybe a day or two.

Summary: I shift with a couple of different methods. Mainly gaslighting myself by having thoughts that belong to that dr. And I try to have them occur passively so I’m not forcing them. I’m easily distracted so one thought just turns into another and before I know it babies are crying.

If you made it this far, kisses…

#shiftblr #shifting #sucess story #shifting realities #shifting community #shifting antis dni

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sirensplayhouse · 2 years

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hiii siren

for anons who struggle with the 3D not reflecting their 4D or desires (it is conforming, there’s always movement). I’ve done all sorts of loathing, “giving up the law”, spiral down a hole of self hate (it was all due to trauma what not, i had anxiety and depression so take it for me who’s had inferiority complex since i was child, had a very pessimistic look towards life in general as a child.) i took another approach to this, everytime i opened pinterest to see “how i wanted to look like/how my life should be etc” i’d tell myself each time i open the app, im just seeing “how i look right now, this is how my life is” i treated that as my photos app rather than looking at it as “i want that” i just say “it’s already something i’ve”.

i also perfected my sc within two days? i just used “i’ve perfect sc” like once or twice a day 😭✋🏼, i rarely spiraled for a week now. Each time i get a thought of jealousy or frustration, i flip it. sometimes it’s so annoying that i can’t help feel jealous or distraught, i feel that feeling for an hour or so and flip later which makes it easier.

i was obsessed with the void for like six months lmao NOW I HATE IT SM, like i wasted my time with that obsession. i do still affirm for the void, but i don’t obsess over it. And pls don’t try to ignore the 3D when it’s just not what you want, I can’t ignore my 3D but for a fact i always know that it’s temporary, and it’ll change. Everytime i go to sleep at night or a nap in the noon, i just say when i wake up, i’ll be having all my desires (yes, i still didn’t wake up with them, but i make it point to persist bc I KNOW IT WILL CHANGE, IT SHOULD CHANGE, i’m so done with this apathy and self pity. i just want to live my life well) But everytime the 3D shows me something unfavorable, i know it’ll change. i just say “it’s the old story, wdym?” to myself and my brain just sort of goes like 😀😵‍💫 and then i stick to my new story which is also my reality easily!

OMG I RAMBLED SM 😵‍💫, hope i made some sense lmao. that’s just my take, i think everyone should have their own set of rules, while applying the law. i can’t wait to send my success story to you soon, siren i’m so excited!!!! 😫

~ 👿

the growth ??? I love it so much 🥹because I mean you did that 🫶🏾andddddd you can back and dropped some gems for the people🤭

I already know your success story is gonna be bomb asf and I can’t wait to read it🕺🏾

but yea people what my anon said 🥰

#anons unite #sirens anon thoughts #my ‘👿’ anon #sirens inbox 🪄#sirens inbox🪄#success stories #success story

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eightlawsofhealth · 10 days

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it is a good life

Nick changed my headlight for me yesterday

And the day before he came grocery shopping with me 🥰

And he had slept over …I can’t even remember the first time lol saturday? Maybe? He mighta slept over Friday but I think…. Idk lol I know Saturday he slept over cause we did a Home Depot / Barnes and Knoebles day Sunday lol and he bought me a spider plant! And an aloe plant! So I bought us chipotle (it was cinco de mayo)

And then I think he slept over AGAIN and we went to work together (but separately)

I know one night he didn’t sleep over this week I think it was Monday night … not positive all the days been bleeding together lol

But Tuesday I know he slept over cause he brought already cooked stuff (heat & eat) from mccaffreys after work

Wait

I know he had off Thursday and slept over Wednesday and we stayed up til 1am talking lol about nothing (and everything)

We still haven’t finished better call Saul lol

Just been watching stand ups 🤷‍♀️ and baby driver lol

He lets me smoke but he doesn’t want to smell it because he claims it gives him a headache which might not be bullshit but

I been goin outside lol before bed, before work - and then I brush my teeth lol but he claims he can still taste it so idfk

He’ll either get over it get used to it or get sick of it lol but he does acknowledge that if it helps me I should do it (but also anything not air in lungs is BAD)

Nick was raised by a father who went to catholic school and so was I

I wonder if he has inquired about sexual abuse in school lol I asked my dad and he said nothing happened to him cept rulers to the hands (ouchies)

Mother’s Day is Sunday

It’s almost 3 and I wanna make muffins

Epigenetics got my ass IN THE KITCHEN so willingly for this man lol

Yesterday I steamed broccoli and baked chicken and sweet potatoes lol

Then I napped from like 7-9 and then he woke me with penis

Oh oh oh not yesterday but Wednesday when he got to my house I was washing dishes and he called my phone instead of just walking in and I was like !!!!! and RAN down stairs (it a half staircase from the living room/kitchen/dining room to the front door foyer thing and den) and I FELL SO HARD like my tailbone is broken (it’s not but it is HURT and definitely a deep tissue bruise)

So I think he thought I was gonna be all annoying about being hurt but that’s not who I am as a person lol everything is normal I’m just making some strange noises when I sit or move funny

A yip lol that the noise - or a sharp inhale?

I don’t know, I’m almost home

Go out back to toke then make muffins then clean til perfect man is done work 🥰

It’s insane how different him and Frank are lol

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Hello ! This is pukey Saeyoung anon.

I’m comin off anon bc honestly that shit is too much work. Pretty sure being sick this long has fried any last sense of inhibition or shame in my brain and I think everyone deserves to know how much I love Saeyoung smh. The extent to which that is my Mans. I will publicly gush if I so please. 😤😤

Plus! I’m pleased to report that I haven’t actually thrown up in about two weeks! So like. Hashtag recovery life I guess. 💀

But that’s what I came here to update you about. :’D

I feel like I kinda left you with a cliffhanger there with the whole bone cancer thing. (If it makes you feel any better, the hospital did too 👁👄👁)

November was very much,,, a terrible horrible no good very bad type of month. I spent nearly two weeks waiting for them to get back to me about my dumb bone marrow autopsy only for them to cancel my appointment last minute. And in the meantime I was just getting sicker and sicker… I ended up in and out of the hospital again a couple times,, but by the third time I was scared to go back bc the second time I went they didn’t even admit me overnight. They basically just charged me $700 to take a four hour nap. And cha boy doesn’t have that kinda money. 😭

But it got to the point that I really physically couldn’t take it anymore… I have never been in so much pain and discomfort in my entire life. Which unfortunately with the life I’ve had,, that’s a high ass bar lmao.

And it was just CONSTANT… I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t look at any screens. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stand. I was literally too weak to even pull a blanket up over myself. I literally was spending every night sobbing/shivering/barfing myself to sleep. It was baaaaaaad.

Luckily my roommate at this point had probably started to get annoyed by hearing me crying from pain all night and was like “dude I’m taking you to the hospital again”

And my third hospital visit !! They FINALLY gave me an answer as to wtf is going on!

Good news is…? Not bone cancer. I don’t have to enter my Deadpool era Quite yet.

Bad news…? Apparently I’ve got fuckin Lupus 🤡

Which is super cute and fun because,, you know. Incurable lifelong chronic illness. I’m literally gonna be dealing with this shit for the rest of my life. :)

But like. It’s a perfectly livable disease. As long as it’s, you know. Actually being taken care of and treated. Which I now have enough info to actually do haha.

(Hit the self-loathing so hard that even my own fuckin immune system was like, oh shit we gotta take this bitch DOWN 💀)

I’m soooo glad to be home and back from the hospital… but it’s been very strange too. I’m still really sick and I can’t really do much on my own and,,, my brain physically doesn’t know how to process being like,, taken care of. Honestly it kinda sets off alarm bells in my brain 😳 but I’ve had to accept pretty damn quickly that,, I don’t really have a choice rn. I’m so used to just being on my own pushing through all my pain and just. Waiting till it goes away on its own. But if I do that in this case… the pain will just get worse and my body will quite literally shut down on me and I will literally die. Sooooo like,,,, 🤡 I guess maybe I can stand to be taken care of for at least a little while.

Doc says with all the damage that’s been done to my organs and stuff this past year, they caught it early enough that the damage is reversible. But I need to undergo a really strict recovery treatment,, and they estimate it’ll be at least 18 months before I’m able to get back to my ~normal healthy baseline~. Which is insane… like am I really gonna be out here living like a sickly hermit for a damn year and a half?? I’m gonna keep feeling better, I know. And I’ll slowly be able to do more again. But I can’t go back to my job. It was causing me waaay too much physical and mental strain. :( so that’s gonna be fun to figure out.

They also put me on literally 12 new medications when I left the hospital to help control my symptoms. Each of which I have to take 1-3 times a day. So that’s super exciting. Love a big bowl of pills for breakfast every morning.

It was torture at first because I hate swallowing pills. But it’s been about a week and I’m honestly getting used to it already. And better yet? Even after only a week… they’re noticeably helping my symptoms… and I’m actually starting to be able to do things again… I *almost* feel like, 60% of a normal human person again,,, maybe even 65%! I’m slowly starting to regain my appetite finally… and I can do little things again… like play the new Pokémon game, or watch anime, or draw, or call a friend on the phone. Which… god what a relief 😭 words cannot describe how good it feels to be able to do those things again… frankly,, it was traumatic having to spend the last few months watching my body physically deteriorate in real time… so now that I’m starting to feel like myself again, if only a little. I’m like. Hey?? I actually love myself so much???? I think I’m a pretty cool fun interesting person. Thank GOD I’m making a comeback 😭😭

Saeyoung of course has been a great source of comfort for me throughout all of this… he always is one of my biggest sources of comfort in life… literally even just imagining him being in the same room as me is enough to put me more at ease…

When things were at their worst a big part of how I dealt with shit was vividly daydreaming about making up silly stories with Saeyoung to distract me. This is something I’ve done for years when I’m too upset or stressed to sleep,,, it’s been a reliable source of comfort for me for a hot minute. But it’s never gotten to this extent haha.

We have a whole ass story going,, I’m actually starting to get pretty attached to the story and the characters… which is stupid AF because it’s literally just. Me and Saeyoung Choi as fantasy self-inserts wherein he’s a court jester and I’m a knight and we’re going on a quest to ~find a cure for my mysterious illness~

But a part of me is like 🥺🤔 what if I actually wrote the story tho? Lmaoooo

Amongst other coping mechanisms and distractions,,, I’ve also been falling HARD into my online shopping addiction. But also, idk, can you blame me…? I’m a material gowrl at heart and I haven’t been able to go shopping in person for months 😔😔 I need little treats to get me through the day.

Mostly I’ve been spending an UNGODLY amount of money on plushies. Like… idk if I could count them and I don’t even wanna THINK about the prices fhdhdjd-

Mostly Pokémon and Sanrio characters. But a few other random critters as well.

And tbh?? I don’t regret a single purchase. They’ve literally all helped me feel more comfortable and joyful these past couple months, which I’ve really needed. So, even if my bed is starting to look RIDICULOUS from sheer volume of plushies…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m living my best life

A few days ago I got a giant charmander plushy… and like. Ordinarily I’m not even the biggest fan of charmander (shut UP ABOUT CHARIZARD GAMEFREAK. IM OVER IT. GEN 1 IS POPULAR WE GET IT)

But I swear to god this young man is changing my life. It may be the softest squishiest most huggable plush I’ve ever encountered. I’ve been carrying him almost everywhere,,, starting to feel like the “ahh yes. Me, my partner, and their life sized mareep plushy” meme for real 💀💀

((How do you think Saeyoung would feel about me turning our bed into a literal mountain of plushies? Or having to compete for attention with my charmander? Hehe. ))

THERES ONLY ONE MORE THING I WANTED TO SAY…

If you’re actually taking the time to read all of this,,, holy shit thank you. And thank you for providing lonely bitches like me this outlet c’: to be able to talk… and share comfort… and express our deep love for these characters without fear of judgement. It’s really just such a lovely blog and I can never thank you enough.

But the last topic I wanted to touch on!!!

Ugh,,, I read your answer to the ask about Saeyoung with an MC into pastel goth fashion and…

That made me so happy 😭😭❤️❤️

I love fashion,,, so much. Truly one of my greatest joys in life is getting into a really cool fun outfit and strutting around Knowing that I’m cool as fuck and I look like a sexy badass 😤😤 it’s simply the most powerful feeling.

Love when I’m wearing an outfit I know looks fire and I can’t stop smirking haha.

And I just,,, love being flamboyant and silly and having fun with it. I’m 100% the type of person to walk into a store and go “this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. The colors and patterns are such a mess they’re practically nauseating. I NEED IT.”

I have a collection of tacky button up shirts that could probably blind a man lmao. And JACKETS?? Don’t get me started on jackets. Boots,,, cargo pants,,, earrings,,, big colorful sunglasses. Ugh. <3

Since I’ve been so sick I haven’t been putting much effort into my appearance. My outfits were so joyless for a while… and then, well. I’ve spent the last month and a half wearing exclusively Pajamas and Hospital Gowns 😭

Considering that my main fashion inspirations ordinarily fall somewhere between Elton John, Lil nas x, and Jojo’s bizarre adventure…

Quite the glow down haha

I don’t think I realized fully how much I missed that until I read your ask…

You inspired me to go looking for some fun new clothes online. And now I’m feeling so excited and impatient for them to get here because I can’t remember the last time I got to put together a fun outfit… I actually wanna like,, get up and get dressed for the first time in so long c’: if only to waltz around my apartment a little bit and take a few selfies.

I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back to my FULL level of glamour,, my inflammation is still pretty bad so my face and body are kinda weird and swollen and lumpy right now 🥴 and again,,, standing and walking are still very much a challenge. Idk if I could wear heels right now haha I’m wobbly enough on my feet already.

But I can’t wait to get back into it…

Like you were saying in that ask too… another part of why I love fashion defs has to do with my gender expression… and I LOVE LOVE LOVE when people bring that up with Saeyoung 😭 it always makes me grin and fills me with so much adoration to think about Sae getting to have fun and experience that euphoria with clothing and fashion as well… and especially the thought of us getting to do it together….? c’:

Literally a concept that is SO important and special to me 😭❤️❤️

Idk what kinda wonky matching outfits we’d be putting together but I know that we would look so fuckin cool and hot 😤😤 and best of all we could have so much fun. Which… tbh, there’s nothing more I could ask for in life.

Plus of course,,, there’s always the added fun of self indulgently getting to imagine Saeyoung admiring and complimenting me on my fashion :’D and like,,, thinking I’m cool or whatever 😭

Anyways! Those are all the things I wanted to say.

If you’re still reading this,, //what’s wrong with you bahaha I’m such a rambly mess

But like. Thank you. And deadass if this is too long to read or respond to feel free to leave it in your inbox or just delete it.

Honestly it was just really nice to be able to type out all these thoughts just to sorta. Get it out and decompress, ya know…? c’:

I hope you have an absolutely beautiful day.

While I am happy to hear that you have a better understanding of what's going on in your life, I'm sorry you're going through this transitional time when you discover that you have chronic illness. That has to be the most difficult time for a lot of people. You have to make a lot of adjustments and make changes that you may not be happy with to make sure that you're taken care of. I empathize and understand this because I deal with multiple chronic illnesses. If you ever need a safe space to vent about it, this is always a safe spot. Whether you want it to be posted or not, you can always scream into the inbox.

I hope you don't beat yourself up over the new limitations and changes that are coming into your life. It'll be hard for a little while to get used to everything. But it'll be okay. I can't promise that it'll be easy in the long run. This journey is a lot different for everybody. I think what helps when you feel lonely and isolated in that regard, is to find comfort in the things that make you happy and if that is this video game, then I'm glad that you have it. It's been there for me through all of my experiences so I'm also grateful for it.

I know what it feels like to be lonely and afraid. Having my blog like this... it’s a place where I’m able to help everyone’s dream. It’s simple, it’s small, but I know even the smallest response of “Yes, your favorite character would do this for you today!” means the world to someone on their worst day. I hope that you’re able to find some spoons to dress up and feel good very soon. It’s hard to find a good day sometimes, but you’ll have soon, I’ll cross my fingers for you.

Imagine that, I mean, imagine Saeyoung gushing over you because you found the energy to get up and show off your new outfit. There’s dazzling sparkles in his eyes as he looks at you. His hands are pressed to his mouth, and he looks like he’s going to keel over in delight. He’s absolutely enamored and in love with the sight of you. “You’re so handsome! I can’t take it! I’m in the presence of the best lover! I think I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world!” Cue him pretending to faint before you ask him if he’s getting dressed, too.

That’s when he springs back up: “Wait, wait, wait, I’ve got the perfect dress that’ll match this. I’ll even let you pick my hair style for the day!”

#longpost #long post #queue #ask #pukey saeyoung anon #mod kait #clownishpossum #also don't worry I've got plenty of daydreams about saeran.#we're coping. this is fine and dandy.#so you and saeyoung? valid.#grief and anger are the things that I felt most at the start so be gentle with yourself.#tw chronic illness

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thequietmanno1 · 7 months

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 91, Replies Part 2

1) “Yeah, yesh, what a luck this was not like, some hyper regeneration, can you imagine how much that would’ve been a problem? luckily AfO didn’t had that developed yet. (: “- Hood’s High-end form has some similarities to the Venom Symbiote, especially in the way his body mass grows and propagates to replace damage, so I’m assuming his power worked on a similar principle, without being a genuine ‘full reset’ button like Hyper Regeneration was, which is what AFO would have wanted. Guy wouldn’t just have wanted to be healed, he’d have wanted the damage to basically never have occurred in the first place.

2) “Hum… So is plan B to hold him back so Rappa and Mirko can go outside and get backup? Terrible plan my man, the police is still in the middle of the picnic, and they haven’t even taken their nap! Don’t be this heartless! Also, what would the police even be helpful here. … They are gonna call All Might, aren’t they?”- When Superman gets a call from Gotham to resolve Batman’s problems for him…

3) “Hey guys, just an idea, but you might want to use those prop guns against her”- They never anticipated an escapee who could pull off the most tricky evasive method: Jump Good.

4) “MIRKO PLEASE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SCREAM THAT, YOU GAVE AWAY YOUR PLAN YOU COULD’VE BEEN HIT WITH A PROP GUN BY ACCIDENT! “- I’m gonna assume that was the guards yelling out to Hood to stop her, rather than he announcing her successful escape…or she did that to distract Hood and let Rappa step into his blindspot.

5) “Oh wow what the fuck is this now that I think about it, not even the High-end could pull something this absurd”- Pretty sure this was Hood’s original Quirk, but when added with Muscular’s Muscle-growing power it was a synergy that really allowed him to expand the reach of his Quirk’s potential, and his own body mass as well.

6) “Wait what? You mean that rappa was here this whole time?! Amazing, I would have never guessed it!”-

Teleports Behind You. “It’s extremely personal.”

7) “And I think the bunny is out of the bag there. F’s on the chat for Hood, he didn’t got down with the sickness”- And now Dr Might will be in the house to bring him down.

8) “I have… an unspeakable and immeasurable rage boiling inside of my chest cavity… Not because the author resorted to pulling the All Might card to deal with a problem he didn’t knew how to solve but because in-universe this is exactly what would be expected. This is the most canon-compliant action the characters took this entire arc And that fills me anger”- Furuhashi; sticking to canon when it will most annoy you, specifically.

9) “GASP! A BUNNY! FLYING! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PICNIC! WHAT AN ABSURD!”- Now, bears intruding on a pic-a-nic, that’s to be expected.

10) “YEAH GUYS, WHAT A STRANGE SIGHT. I WONDER HOW THE FUCK YOU DIDN’T SAW HER GOING IN, SINCE THERE’S ONLY ONE ENTRANCE APPARENTLY”- They were all on their smoke break, and the clouds of cigarette smoke hid her from view.

11) “Yeah. Seems like we’re also approaching the end of the arc. And All might’s gonna show up in a few seconds to save the day, but considering Hood shows up later, I can already assume someone’s gonna tail it from here the moment the muscles show up. And how that connects with the current conflict with Koichi back in the present day is… … “- This was a cool arc, and gave us some fun cameos and hints as to how Knuckles turned out the way he did, but with his exclusion from the present narrative, it does feel super-disconnected to the present-day events with Koichi, save how he’s now dealing with a warped vision of Knuckles’ past legacy.

@thelreads

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Reign of the Small King

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?

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ARE YOU A CAT PERSON OR A dog person? Personally I’m a dog person. I mean you can’t go wrong with a cute little puppy. MJ is more of a cat person, which makes sense since she’s also pretty lazy and would like to lay around a lot. So she can relate to cats on a spiritual level, I suppose. Though if it wasn’t obvious, we’re now at that episode where we met that little shit. Let’s just get it over with shall we.

After another day of school, Akari and Saiki were taking their daily walk back home. On their way they ran into a couple of girls fawning over an adorable cat on the side of the road. Really it was quite the cute kitty, I wish to give it a nice scratch under the chin.

“I’m often asked if I’m a dog person or a cat person.” Saiki started to say, “My answer is, “who cares?” Even the cutest of gods and cats end up looking like this and this.” Basically just two piles of bones. “Let me ask you this. Do you prefer the bones on the left or the right? The answer is, “It doesn’t matter,” isn’t it?” They continued to watch the two girl scratch the cat under its chin and giggle. Akari blinked at how childish they sounded talking to it, since she doesn’t get all baby-talk when seeing a cute animal. “Some people base their choices on the preconceptions they hold such as “dogs seem smart,” or “cats are spoiled.” But that’s just a wrong assumption people make.”

Apparently the cat actually had quite a deep voice as was thinking, ‘Don’t touch me, you female hominoid.’ How lovely. Then again, I also wouldn’t wanna just be pet nonstop. I’m surprised it hasn’t just bitten them yet.

“That’s what they’re thinking.” Saiki said as he and Akari turned to continue their walk home. “Since I can hear the voices of animals with my telepathic powers, I have no preconceptions. Summer or Winter? Winter. Mushrooms or bamboo shoots? Mushrooms. But a question regarding dogs and cats is too vague for me to answer. It’s like asking me if I prefer Mr. Sato or Mr. Suzuki.”,

‘Personally, I like cats more.’ Akari mentally commented. ‘Only because dogs tend to be more energetic.’ Yeah, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with an enthusiastic dog if all she wants to do is nap most of the time. That would just be annoying. Though it’s not like Akari has any real experience with pets of any kind, since her family has never had any. She isn’t exactly sure why, since her father definitely seems like a dog person and her mother seems like a cat person. Plus Rikuto and her have never asked for a pet, so there’s no reason that they would have one.

Just as they were walking down the last stretch of road towards their house, Saiki spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was an orange cat with a red bandana around its neck, and he was stuck between two buildings. How he got there, no ones really sure. Though who wouldn’t help this poor, defenseless, little ball of fluff in such a situation?

Akari eyed him for a moment, a bit sympathetic with it. After all, it was a cute little thing in distress, anyone feel like helping it to safety, right? Right? Saiki just stared at it blankly, not really being swayed by the fact that it was in trouble. Akari would have been willing to help had it not been for Saiki gently pulling her along, him wanting to just forget about the cat so they could get home sooner.

Now the cat certainly wasn’t happy with that as it started to whine, ‘Wait! Come back, human! Stop!’

Saiki grunted, “Good grief.”

Hearing the distressing meows, Akari pursed her pale lips. ‘Shouldn’t we at least help the poor thing?’ She wondered, ‘it’s wedged in there quite a bit.’ She’s not even sure how he could have gotten in there. So am I. Why is he stuck so high up? Did he fall from above? Did he think it was a good idea to try climbing up in between the wall? We’ll never know, I guess.

Saiki just gave her a side glance as they stopped walking. “After hearing his thoughts, I don’t think you would want to.” He sometimes admired Akari for having her sympathetic out looks sometimes, but this wasn’t the time for it, in his opinion. Especially for this spoiled little cat.

‘Huh?’ Akari blinked in a bit of confusion. To prove his point, Saiki allowed her to have shared telepathy in order to hear the cat's thoughts.

The stuck animal then started to rant to itself, with the two teens able to hear it now. The cat huffed, ‘I can’t believe those guys. How could they ignore a cute animal in distress? You would at least think that the weird looking girl would!’ Akari narrowed her eyes at that, how is she weird looking? They walked back over to the crevice to stare at the cat. The cat seemed a bit excited now, thinking that he was going to be free. ‘Now, hurry up and get me out! Play your cards right, and I’ll let you pet me.’ The two teens shared a bored glance before sliding away. No, they didn’t want to help this stuck up pest. The cat started to wail in desperation, ‘What? Wait! Hold up!’

‘His voice is annoying,’ Akari grunted with narrow eyes. She would have been better off never hearing that grating voice today. Though she doesn’t usually get what she wants. After all, where did that cat get off on saying that she’s weird looking? That definitely annoyed her a bit and less likely to help him. It wasn’t cute to be rude like that. Not at all.

Saiki paused as he sighed heavily, “Good grief. What a pain.” If it meant stopping those pesky whines, then he’d help.

‘What are these guys doing?’ The cat was then hit by a thought, ‘Oh! They must be dog people!’

Saiki blinked slowly, “I wasn’t either, but I feel more drawn to dogs now.” He said boredly, “Anyway, do you want me to help you or not?”

The cat now just stared at him in confusion, ‘What is going on? I can hear his voice even though he hasn’t been talking.’

“Yes. It’s because I’m talking directly to your brain since I can’t speak cat.”

‘Wait, is he a… cat?’ Huh? Why would he think that? The cat then focused on Akari, ‘you must be too, with your eyes like that.’

Akari raised an eyebrow, ‘we’re in an anime, people have weird and abnormal features, get used to it.’

Saiki rolled his eyes, “Neither of us are.”

Disregarding that, the cat the continued, ‘Oh, then it makes things easier.’

“Yes.” Saiki said, “All you have to do is say, “Please help me.””

Though the cat didn’t seem like he was able to even follow that simple instruction. ‘Now, help me already. Play your cards right, and I’ll even let you pet me.’ Just how stuck up is this thing!? Akari and Saiki just about to slid away again, but the cat called out to them, ‘What? Wait! Okay! Let’s make a deal! If you get me out of here, you may pet me for three minutes straight! You can even touch my paws…’ Yup and now they were leaving again. It’s a deal that MJ might take, but eh. ‘No! They’re gone! Wait, okay! You can rub under my chin, too! Just hear me out at least! Why are they so arrogant?’ Them? Arrogant? Don’t make me laugh!

“Can’t you just say, “Please help me”?” Saiki asked the stubborn cat.

Akari agreed, ‘In your situation, you can be just a little nicer, you know.’

‘“Please help me”? Get real!’ The cat scoffed, ‘Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m a cat! Why would a proud, elite organism like me, bow my head to a lower being like a human?’

Saiki asked Akari, “What is he talking about?” Though she just shrugged her shoulders, not really certain what he meant.

‘Humans might think they’re superior, but face the reality! Humans present us with food when all we do is sleep. But that’s not all! You forgive us even when we tip over the garbage can! Or if we hit reset on your video game, you still forgive us! Or if we spill ink on those panels that are almost due, you barely forgive us! The world revolves around us cats. We cats rule this world.’ Okay, okay, we get it. Once more the pair of teens started walking away. ‘Hey! Get back here!’

They walked back over and Saiki asked, “How many more times are we going to repeat this? This is getting tiring.”

‘You’re the one making me repeat myself.’

“Let me just say one thing to you.”

‘What?’

“Say, ‘Please help me.’” Saiki said menacingly, “This is your last chance. I’m not coming back again.”

‘What is it with this guy? How could he talk to a cat like this? Does he not want to pet me?’ The cat flashed them his cutest eyes and waved his paws around towards them. A last ditch attempt to get them to help him. Though it wasn’t going to work. ‘No, they must be bluffing! There is no way they could abandon such a cute cat like me… There is no… they can! I’m definitely sensing that he can!’ He then panicked as they were leaving AGAIN, ‘Wait! Okay! I’ll say it! You win!’ Good grief. ‘Please help me.’ There, happy?”

Akari rolled her eyes, ‘Looked like it pained you to say that.’

“Who would find that cute?”

‘What?’

“Hurry up and get out,” Saiki grunted. He then grabbed the side of the building and casually pushed it to the side. Like it was nothing but a small block instead of a giant building!

‘What is with this guy?’ The cat hissed now a bit fearful of this extremely powerful human. Saiki then walked over towards him, ‘What are you going to do to me? Oh! Is he going to pet me? I knew it! You can’t help yourself, can you? Go on. Pet me as much as you want.’ Though Saiki just grabbed his school bag and walked away. Towards Akari who was waiting for him to be over and done with this. The cat then started to rage at the slight against him and his cuteness. ‘What? How dare you! I will show you how terrifying cats can be!’

Akari rolled her eyes once more, “What a nuisance.”

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Walking through the front door, Akari sighed as she slid out of her shoes. The only hiccup that she had in her day was that arrogant little fur ball. She did believe to be a bit of a cat person since they were overall lazy and slept all day, like herself. Though after meeting that cat, she’s become a bit apprehensive towards them. Sure, she wouldn’t wanna judge all cats because of that one arrogant one, but she’ll think all cats are that stuck up to a certain extent. After all, he was somewhat right. People do treat cats like royalty.

Though after that annoyance, she and Saiki got to relax like normal with each other at his house. His father wasn’t home and his mother left them alone after gushing over Akari a bit. So a normal end to her day, just how she liked it. Now, it was getting darker out and Akari felt like she should head home. So here she was, gliding into her home to get some dinner and head to bed.

“Welcome home, my shining light!” Yamato greeted his daughter warmly. “You’re just in time! I’m finishing up dinner right now!” His excited personality was quite refreshing to Akari, something that she surprisingly looked forward to when she came home.

She hummed, “smells great, dad.”

Putting away the last of the used pans in the dishwasher, Yamato walked over to sit at the dinner table. He was certainly ready to wait for his children at the table like normal. “Have you heard from Rikuto? It’s getting late out and I’m worried.” He then gasped loudly, a sudden horrifying thought striking him like lightning. “What if he’s been kidnapped!?”

“Calm down," Akari sighed at his dramatics. "He's probably fine. He's just a little late.” Though she still did feel a little bad at the sight of the worried tears in her father's eyes. Still she thought it was unfounded, Rikuto wouldn't be kidnapped! He's a smart enough kid and not many people get kidnapped. Plus that would be a little too dark for this fanfic.

Just as she was saying that the front door opened. The creaking sound made Yamato's heart soar as he rushed over to it. It was Rikuto who was coming in. Though there was something a little bit off. He appeared nervous for some reason. Though Yamato disregarded that or didn’t see it as he jumped over to his son with a hug. “Ah, my darling boy! You’re safe!”

“Dad!" Rikuto shouted as he fought against him, "Stop!”

Yamato wouldn't let up, however, as the boy tried to wriggle himself out of the situation. Though that didn't work and all it accomplished was having his backpack thrown to the ground by accident. Strangely, a high pitched yelp came from the bag. All of them froze. Yamato and Akari were confused while Rikuto started to sweat due to nerves.

Akari blinked at that, “Uh oh.”

The bag started to move as something was obviously inside of it. Just what had Rikuto put in his bag? Shuffling itself out of the bag, it was the same orange cat from earlier. Akari deadpanned, 'just my luck.'

“Oh my!" Yamato gushed with stars in his eyes. "How adorable! Where did you find this little guy?”

Rikuto bent down to the cat and scratched its head, “He was just meowing outside of the Saiki house, so I just picked him up and brought him in here." He turned his bug puppy-dog eyes towards his father. "Can we keep him?”

Yamato hummed, “Hmm, we’ll have to make sure your mother is ok with it. But I don’t see why not. I mean look at him!”

"Awesome! Our first pet!"

The two continued to gush over the cat and most likely newest member to the family. Akari wasn’t sure, but it definitely seems like that little cat was quite smug at the moment as it acted all cute and adorable with them. She narrowed her eyes, 'You pest.'

Akari is alright with animals and wouldn't mind a pet. Why did it have to be this cat? Any other would do! Though she didn't want to disturb her brother and father's moment gushing over the cat and just let them be.

Long story short, after the three had dinner and the boys kept treating the cat as royalty, Miku finally came home. She was in a good mood, most likely due to a good deal made earlier in the day. That good mood helped add to her agreeable to keeping the cat. Sure, she isn't home all that much anyway, so she won't totally interact with it. Though she's fine with that. She was happy(which would be barely noticeable to those who aren't her family.) and seeing her husband and son excited about a cat fueled her too. So… Looks like Watanabe has a new family member. Hooray?

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09.02.2022 //

This morning started out slow for me. I didn’t have to work, but I still woke up at normal work time despite only getting 6:40 of actual sleep. I waffled on what to eat for breakfast because I had kind of planned to make scrambled eggs but really didn’t feel like eggs. I finally decided on what I call French proast, which is essentially French toast but soaked in protein powder and milk instead of eggs. Currently I’m using Fruity Cereal Mill Ghost protein and it makes the best most fruity French proast. I’ve been aiming to have more fat in my diet for general hormonal health, so breakfast’s fat contribution came in the form of chopped walnuts. I also decided on 3 instead of 2 pieces because…? Idk, I was feeling really lethargic and fatigued and figured I needed the carbs.

After breakfast, I was still feeling sluggish, and Oreo was at daycare, so I just went to lay in bed myself. I’m not advocating for everybody to be lazy and sedentary all of the time, but I’m also never going to advocate for the full “rise and grind” hustle culture. My body said it needed rest. I listened.

Husband came in around noon maybe and informed me he invited a couple of his friends to this Halloween event at the museum. I became royally annoyed. Part of this is because we had already invited two friends and regardless of if they come or not, I don’t want even the potential for a group larger than 4. I get overwhelmed in those situations. Another part is that I don’t actually enjoy those two friends that much. Husband has never asked me what I think of them, but I tend to avoid doing too much with them because I end up more drained and just emotionally feeling like shit around them. A third part to my annoyance is that this wasn’t discussed with me. I originally suggested we go to the event just us two. When we invited the first couple, that was fine- I enjoy spending time with them and can handle 4. But honestly, I still wasn’t THRILLED. This time, it felt like Husband was just completely ignoring what I wanted. That’s a topic for another day. I did tell him that I was not happy with this decision and wish he would’ve talked to me first, but he didn’t want to engage in that conversation and just left.

Anyway I decided I was really not handling that well and probably needed to sleep more, so I took a nap. After my nap, Husband was gone to meet with a notary and pick up Oreo. He picked up subs from Jersey Mikes on the way home too which was delicious. I always forget to ask for no oregano though. I don’t dislike oregano but I don’t like it on a turkey and provolone sub.

I was still feeling pretty sleepy and meh and figured since a) sleep helped but didn’t solve it entirely, b) food was delicious but didn’t really resolve the “meh” feeling, and c) I was definitely drinking enough fluids, the other physical thing to try was exercise. So I got my workout clothes on, turned on What We Do in the Shadows, and did ~30 min of spinning (I think 7.2 miles) through one episode and then my lower body (with some core work) workout through one more episode. I finally finished season 3, and I did actually feel a little better afterwards!

After my workout I wasn’t super hungry since I had a large lunch, but it was a little bit late and I knew I would be hungry later on. I made a nice mixed greens salad with cucumber and celery. I knew I wanted to put my baked tofu on it, so I was debating about dressings as I don’t like oily salads but the dressings we have currently don’t really “go” well with my tofu marinade. So I decided on just vinegar but I did add an avocado for the fats.

Honestly I’m back to feeling pretty meh right now. I could take another bath, but I don’t want to use my bath bombs up too quickly. Maybe bath salts? Or maybe just binge watch season 4 because Colin Robinson.

#personal #journal #my face #still filtered because my confidence in my face isn’t high today

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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1491

If you had to teach a class, what would you teach?: History. It’s my favorite subject, and I’d much rather teach something I’m passionate about then be stuck at something I hate or worse, suck at.

Do you ever get room service when staying in hotels?: Uh, it depends. If it’s a luxury hotel, I typically avoid room service unless it’s really the only choice and there are no nearby restaurants, because they overcharge stuff through the fucking roof. Two weeks ago we held an event at this hotel and I was in charge of ordering room service for our talents, and my eyes damn near bulged out when I saw that they priced their salads at P600. Really? For like...leaves? Then the pastas were at the P800-P900 range. It was ridiculous and it was annoying to see.

But anyway, I do get room service every now and then – overall, it’s easier than venturing outside to find places to eat. I just have to agree with the cost range first before I decide to make a call, lol.

Who knows you better than anyone else?: My best friends.

Would you ever want to go to Brazil?: Sure! Like I said on a recent survey, there isn’t a place I would say no to visiting.

When did you last get into an argument?: It wasn’t an argument per se but last week my mom called me out and asked me to delete the FB story I had posted that day, which was of my very angry middle finger directed towards a tarp of our current president that I saw while driving. I didn’t feel like getting confrontational so I just ignored her message lol.

How did your parents meet each other?: They were both kitchen crew at the same workplace.

What profession do you think is the most under-appreciated?: Teachers. < This is good. Also nurses.

Are there any medical conditions that run in your family?: Hypertension is the main one, I think.

Have you ever drawn on someone while they were sleeping?: Nah.

What was going on in your life two months ago?: Nothing much. It was just business at usual – two months isn’t that long a time ago.

Would you ever want to live a nomadic lifestyle?: I can’t do that.

Does time really heal all wounds? Or is that just a trivial saying?: Not always, but with some things. < Yes, definitely not applicable for every scenario. There could be things that happened years ago but still feel freshly painful every time you think about it, as if it took place only yesterday.

In your opinion, what is the most toxic personality trait?: Dependency.

What band has the best guitar solos?: I’m not a big listener of rock and similar genres so I wouldn’t be a credible source for this...

Where is your favorite place to take a nap?: My bed, the living room couch, or my car.

Would you rather lose all your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?: I hate this or that questions like this where you lose either way.

Who is the biggest jerk you've ever met?: A former religion teacher of mine. Funny, no? Teaching about Jesus when he’s the biggest fucking asshole I’ve ever come across. Certainly doesn’t help the agenda.

Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal?: Once, when we were en route to Batangas. There was a clearly distressed dog who suddenly charged towards the highway.

What's a charity you would never donate to?: I haven’t given this much thought.

When did you last check your car's oil level?: Hahahahah I never do. My dad takes care of that.

What's a tradition you hope never dies out?: Halloween costumes.

Have you ever grown your own herbs?: Nope.

Do you have any exes you'd consider dating again?: Nope.

What sort of things/tasks do you do on a weekly basis?: Treating my family is something I try to do at least once a week.

Do you read the nutrition labels on the packaged food you buy?: No.

What were some of your favorite classes you took in high school?: History and biology.

#survey #surveys

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As someone who has insomnia and takes meds to help me sleep, I still have rough nights. Last night was no different. I need to rant for a moment because I’m not a morning person and I’m slightly annoyed.

Bit of context:

I’m an adult who still lives with my parents and three older siblings. Since we all live together in a single wide trailer, and my siblings and I still share bedrooms (8x8 bedrooms), my parents decided to do an add-on. This way we can all have our own space (turning a single wide into a double-wide trailer). The trailer is also going from a flat roof to a pitched roof… Well, it’s mid-December and the roof isn’t finished. They just started putting the metal up, so we still have a tarp covering the new roof to keep rain and snow off.

What happened last night:

Last night I went to bed at my normal time; about 11 o’clock. Last night was very windy, which caused the paracord that was keeping the tarp from blowing away to snap and shake the whole trailer at about 3:30. The snapping was very loud and obviously the sudden shaking of the trailer woke everyone up, but it was still too dark to do much of anything. The tarp luckily didn’t blow away, but had just fallen low enough to cover the windows. This was apparently an issue for my cat, Tabby. For the next two and a half hours (3:30-5 something) my cat was jumping between my bed and my bedroom window, hissing and growling at the tarp whenever the wind picked up. I was able to finally fall back to sleep about 6… until 7:00 came around anyway. That’s when my sister was fully awake and freaking out about the tarp and pounding on the parent’s door.

So now my dad and two brothers were awake and up on the roof fixing the tarp. The old current roof isn’t something that you really want to stand on because it basically has no support. The trailer was built in the late 60s, and is starting to fall apart, which was another reason to build an add-on, so the old side of the trailer could get renovated…Basically, from inside, when someone is on the roof you can hear the ceiling cracking and watch the ceiling go down while someone is walking around on top… moving the trap and screwing the tarp into the rafters is also equally loud inside… I’m not annoyed with my dad and brothers for fixing the tarp early in the morning. The tarp needed to be fixed, so the add-on isn’t exposed to any weather… I’m annoyed with the fact that I was finally falling back to sleep at about 8:30 when my older brother woke me up at 8:40 to ask for a ride to work because he needed to be at work at 9.

While putting my shoes on and waiting for the car to warm up, I very grumpily told my dad about last night. He said that he wouldn’t mind driving my brother to work, but since I was already out of bed with my shoes on, I decided to drive my brother to work.

In total, I had about six and a half hours of sleep last night. I suppose I don’t have much to complain about. I just started my day out very grumpy… My dad thinks that I should go back to bed since I’m clearly exhausted because I kept saying “why didn’t my brother ask sooner, around 3:30?”… instead of 8:30, I kept saying 3:30… the issue with having insomnia is that it’s hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. Once I’m up, I’m up. I can’t even take naps.

#Personal Rant #Personal Venting #Insomia #So much for Saturday

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Hiiiiii can you write a fic for me pleaseeee.. Jack gets stressed out with work and yells at y/n when y/n wants him to take a break.

can i have a sweet fluffy ending please with him apologizing

-🐎

“I’m a grown ass man!”

(A/N: Hi hi new anon!!🐎)

The sound of scribbling and groanning woke you up. You usually were a heavy sleeper but you had been on edge lately. Jack was working really hard on this song he was asked to be a feature on and he was getting increasingly more frustrated as the days went on. He had a deadline for this song but he had a bad case of writers block at the moment.

Jack had been extremely touchy lately and you did your best to stay out of his way when he got like this. You had been together for so long that you knew how to usually handle these situations, and didnt take him too seriously when he was grumpy.

You reached over next to you and picked up your phone to check the time “Jack, its four in the morning what are you doing?” You groaned. “I was trying to write but you messed up the flow in my head” he snapped back, leaving the room clearly annoyed. You didn’t say anything back, you just assumed he’d eventually come back to bed.

A few hours later, you got up for the day. You realized the side of the bed Jack usually slept on was empty so you got out of bed to look for him. Jack was sitting on the couch, gnawing on the opposite side of a pen and he looked exhausted. “Good morning” you looked over at him and he ignored you.

“Do you want some coffee?” You asked trying to get him to speak. He still didn’t respond to you which started to annoy you. “Did you ever go to bed?”

Jack sighed exaggeratedly “No mom, I didn’t. I have a job to do.”

He knew that you hated when he called you “mom” he would do it when he thought you were nagging him about things. You decided to try and deescalate the argument instead of mentioning again how much that bothered you. “I was just asking babe, maybe you’d have an easier time if you were well rested is all I was thinking.” You shrugged and Jack was just increasingly more irritated now. “I’m a grown ass man, I don’t need to take a nap” he scoffed. You didn’t say anything to him in response and that annoyed him.

“You can be really frustrating sometimes” Jack laughed sarcastically. You just froze, you didn’t have a response to that. “Now you have nothing to say?” He rolled his eyes, it was clear he just wanted to argue for the sake of arguing so you got your coffee and went back into your room, just shaking your head at him.

He followed you into the room “Say it Y/N” he looked at you with cut eyes. His face was getting increasingly more red. “I’m sure you have something to say, you always fucking do” he was yelling now. You weren’t usually a confrontational person and neither was he so you didn’t really know how to react to him acting like this. “Why are you yelling at me?” You looked at him shocked, you were truly at a loss for words.

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND THE PRESSURE IM UNDER AND YOU WANT ME TO TAKE A NAP. HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?”

“STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE JACK” you yelled back at him, you voice trembling.

“I’M BEING AN ASSHOLE? ME? FUCK THAT” he left the bedroom and you heard his keys jingle as he left the house slamming the door.

You both had never argued like that before. You couldn’t help but start to cry, you felt bad that you called him an asshole even if he was acting like one. You worried that he wouldn’t forgive you, but you were also really upset at him raising his voice at you. He had never done that before and you didn’t want it to start now.

About an hour and a half had went by and you were still in bed crying when you heard the door unlock. You froze, you assumed it was Jack and you didn’t know what to say to him. Jack walked into the room, his head hung low and he avoided looking at you. “Babe” he mumbled, his tone was a lot softer now than it was when he had left the house. You responded with a shaky voice and stuffy nose “yeah?” This made him look at you and he knew instantly that you had been crying.

He rushed over to the bed and held on to you. “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you” he was starting to cry now too. “I’m really sorry for calling you out of your name” you pulled him back so you could make eye contact with him. “I was being an asshole though. You didn’t deserve that. I know you just worry about me. I am really sorry” He looked like he felt guilty, you could tell he really meant it.

“You’re a workaholic and sometimes I think you just need to get out of your own way” you confessed and he nodded agreeing with you. “I have three more days to finish this feature, so I think that today I can take a break.” You nodded happily and gave him a hug, you knew he needed it and so did you.

“Do you want to order Chinese food and watch horrible girl movies?” Jack suggested and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Chick flicks! Yeah, that actually sounds amazing.”

Jack just smiled at you before left the room to get his phone. “How many egg rolls should we get?”

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landoncrris · 2 years

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Hiya lovely can I request an imagine where you and you’re daughter (or son it doesn’t matter) are cuddling on the sofa (or in bed) and mason comes home from training seeing you cuddling each other and joins in please

I’m not 100% sure if you have a request like this or have done something similar but I just think it’s so cute

heaven on earth - dad!mason

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

warnings: english is not my first language

word count: 1k

“Do you need me to get you anything on the way home, love?” asked Mason over the phone as he got into the car and threw his training bag in the passenger seat, “No, you can come straight home.”

“Alright,” there was a brief pause as he started the engine and drove out of the car park before asking the same question as he did every day, as it was becoming routine for him to call you first thing after training, even if it was only a ten-minute drive home. He always wanted to know how you two were doing as soon as possible, “How is our son?”

“He’s fine, trying to be like his dad,” you groaned, “He’s been in the garden half the day kicking a ball around.” you smiled as you lay on your stomach on the sofa and watched Milo kick the ball into the goal as he looked at you with a proud laugh, causing you to send him a thumbs up. “After sulking for the other half of the day because I told him he couldn’t play with your hat-trick ball.”

“One day he’ll have his own.” Mason snorted, and a proud smile settled on his face as he thought of his son following in his footsteps. “I’m sure he will. I’ll see you when you get here, yeah?”

“Trying to get rid of me, I see.”

“Yes indeed, annoying enough that I have to see you for the rest of the day.” you teaseed, earning a hum from him, “Thanks. I love you too baby.”

“Love you more though.” you couldn’t help smiling stupidly at those three words, even though you had heard them at least once a day for the last six years, they still made butterflies rise in your stomach. You both said a quick goodbye to each other before hanging up. You watched your son come in, knowing that he’d have your full attention as soon as the phone was no longer at your ear.

“I’m back!” you heard Mason shout as he stepped through the front door, frowning when nothing came back, not even Milo running into his arms, making him assume you must be outside and just didn’t hear him. But the heartwarming sight that met his eyes when he walked into the living room made him laugh, seeing you lying on the couch with Milo nestled against your chest, his head sitting right under your chin while his tiny fingers clung to your shirt.

“He fell asleep a few minutes ago, I guess all that kicking a ball around made him pretty tired.” you mumbled quietly as your gaze fell on Mason, watching him set his training bag down on the counter before he walked over to the two of you and plopped down on the couch on your other side.

“Mmm, I could use a nap too.” Mason whispered before he took his time to kiss you, his lips sliding gently over yours until Milo’s head repositioned and bumped against his father’s jaw, making him groan and release his lips from yours. “Even in your sleep, you try to stop me from kissing Mummy, huh?” He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, trying not to scratch him with his beard because he didn’t want him to wake up.

“Anything planned for today?” you asked as Mason also lay down with his head on your chest, just inches away from Milo’s head. You felt him shake his head against your chest as he was busy watching his son sleep, with the same pout that you had when you slept, making a bright smile appear on Mason’s face. He put one hand on his back, just below yours which was on his shoulder, and linked his thumb with your little finger, his smile widening by the soft moment.

“Just lying here like this for the rest of the day, with my two favourite people in the world.” he said, stifling a yawn against the fabric of your shirt. You leaned down to kiss both of their heads before reaching your free hand into Mason’s hair, your nails pleasantly scratching his skull, making him hum. Something you knew always made him fall asleep when he came back from training and fell down next to you on the couch.

“Sounds like a good idea. However, we’ll have to flip positions at some point, my boobs are already starting to hurt.” Your words made him laugh softly, lifting his head to place a kiss on your boob where he his head was lying before, which also made you laugh. He then slid up a little so that his head wasn’t directly on them,

“Better?” he asked, his voice muffled by your shirt, and you hummed in reply, looking down at the two most important men in your life. You watched as Mason watched Milo, the smile never leaving his face because his son looked so soft and content, a sight he could watch forever if his eyes didn’t start to fall closed too.

“You know what?” asked Mason as he slowly allowed his eyes to close and snuggled even closer to you, “What?”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world. First I have you, and now this perfect little man here. Couldn’t be happier.” he murmured, making you smile as light tears came to your eyes because you felt the same. You felt happier and safer than you had ever been with the best family you could imagine by your side. But you knew he was about to fall asleep, so you leaned down as best you could, with the weight of both bodies against yours, to kiss the top of his head and murmur an “I love you” with the most genuine smile on your face, even if no one could see it at that moment.

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hullo! I just read the Ticklish MC headcanons and absolutely loved it! I was wondering, can you do the brothers'/dateables' MC refusing to be within 2 or 3 meters near them for an entire week after they tickled them? Oh, MC left a book in his room? Please place it in front of the door. Nope, MC will not sit next to him at the dining table, who knows what sort of torture they'll force MC to go through! Thank you!!!

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it! Sure thing.

This just seems so funny to me, and I am sorry but we got to have a sassy!MC for this one, otherwise I think they would be too nice to enforce it.

I am sorry that some of these are shorter than others. I really tried to make them all the same length, but some of scenarios I thought of were just simpler to explain than others.

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Brothers Reaction to a Ticklish MC Refusing to be Near Them

💙 Lucifer -

He had poked MC 1 too many times while they were sitting on his lap while he was working. So Lucifer lost his lap MC privileges.

"My little Dove, how about you come over here while I work?"

That usually means "Sit on my lap please" but not today. Mc dragged a chair over and sat in front of Lucifer's desk.

He held his arm open for a little too long before looking up.

Cue annoyed eye twitch.

Fine if MC doesn't want his love, he won't give them any.

He tries to ignore MC when they talk as punishment, but that means that they eventually stop sitting in his office which he cannot have.

He kabedons MC in the hallway of House of Lamentations one day.

"I have had enough of being ignored. Come to my office immediately so we can work this out."

💛 Mammon -

MC is done with Mammon's unfair tickle attacks.

"Let's watch a movie MC!"

Ok, but MC is sitting on his single arm chair, not the love seat they usually snuggle on with him.

They have been doing this all week, walking away and ignoring him and Mammon wants it to end.

Mammon pouts and walks over to the arm chair and tries to plop down on them, but they get away and move again.

He keeps pouting and starts asking MC what is wrong.

"You can't just ignore your first man outta no where!"

MC explains that they don't like being tickled all the time.

Mammon understands and promises never to do it again...

But he wants to hear MC laugh and gently brushes their sides making them squeal.

He is going to have to learn the hard way.

🧡 Leviathan -

Leviathan's tickle cheating days are over.

Leviathan sits on a little futon while MC chose to sit in his gaming chair.

He left it alone, because maybe they just think it is comfy, but then he notices that they keep moving away from him whenever he get close.

The whole week they do this whenever the two of them play games.

"You know you don't have to stay here if you don't want to... I can tell that you hate being around me. You won't even get near me!"

This boy forgets about his evil tickles and thinks MC thinks he is a gross Otaku and they just realized it now.

MC then has to reassure him that they do care about him, but they are punishing him.

It is a long back and forth of MC telling Levi it isn't about him as a person, and Levi being sad that MC would punish him in the first place.

"I promise I will stop, just please don't ignore me like that again"

He is crying as he speaks.

MC is also crying.

It is all a very emotional moment.

Instead of tickle cheating. MC now sits in Levi's lap while they play two player games so they can snuggle. (Levi loves this, but is super awkward and embarrassed the whole time)

💚 Satan -

MC doesn't want to play Satan's little game when they always lose!

So when Satan asked them to sit next to him at a Council meeting, MC switched places with Belphie.

Well maybe they just wanted to talk to Beel... but then they keep doing it for every council meeting!

Satan was appalled. How dare MC not oblige his little game?

"I thought you always sit next to me at meetings MC?"

MC then lays it out to him. They don't enjoy being distracted and embarrassed the whole meeting and him just smirking.

He mentions that they could poke him back, but they finally state that he isn't even ticklish so why try.

"Actually I am ticklish. How about to make it fair, you meet me in the library tonight and I will personally show you every place I am ticklish."

MC definitely goes and now the game is really on!

💖 Asmodeus -

Asmo will not give MC a break with the tickle fights, and they are done.

One day Asmo, MC and Mammon are walking through the mall. MC can see by the look in Asmo's eyes, what he is about to do.

He then lunges forward trying to grasp MC in a tickle fight, only to have them step behind Mammon.

For a whole week MC puts someone between them and Asmo and he is starting to get frustrated.

They won't even let him have a hug for goodness sake!

"MC! I need to squish your adorable face!"

He waits out and watches MC go into their room to study by themselves.

He quietly sneaks in before pouncing on them in a hug.

"I get it if you don't want to be tickled, but please stop ignoring me! I would die if you stopped hugging me!"

The pair cuddle to make up for the traumatic week Asmo has endured.

❤ Beelzebub -

Keeps accidently tickling MC and MC has had enough.

This was all really a miscommunication.

MC still keeps some distance from Beel and he follows like a lost puppy.

"What did I do wrong, MC?"

They tell him about how they don't want to be tickled.

"OK. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

Beel really just wants to make MC happy so he won't even try to tickle them after that.

💜 Belphegor -

MC just wants a peaceful sleep with out Belphie attacking their sides.

Now when Belphie asks MC to nap with him, MC sleeps in Beels bed and makes him sleep in his own.

He is not happy with no cuddles.

He tries to wait until they go to sleep to sneak up and cuddle them, but they are always awake and get away from him.

This goes on for a week before he speaks up.

"MC, why are you doing this?"

He is very frustrated. MC explains that they are done with his sleeping tickle attacks.

"Well I can't help it if I am asleep."

Then MC says that they will just stop taking naps with him all together and he gives in.

"Okay, okay. I will let you sleep."

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lady-literature · 3 years

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Found Family

holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop

(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)

anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig

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***

When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.

She was here to earn credit for her business degree.

Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.

That is, until it very much wasn’t.

***

Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.

Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)

After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.

Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.

“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”

So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.

She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.

***

Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.

It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.

It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.

The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.

The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.

As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.

Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.

“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”

Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.

“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”

Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.

“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”

***

“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”

Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!”

This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.

***

Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.

It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.

It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.

It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).

***

Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”

Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.

Tim blinks back at her.

The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.

She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.

“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”

He snorts. “Absolutely not.”

She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”

Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.

Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”

The silence after she hangs up is deafening.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”

His eyes squint. “…No.”

Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”

It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.

“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”

Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.

***

It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.

His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)

Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.

“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”

She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”

***

She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.

She’s seen it. And yet…

“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”

Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”

Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”

“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”

“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”

That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”

Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.

But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.

(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)

***

She meets Damian without warning.

Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.

She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.

Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.

Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.

“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”

“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.

“Of course not,” she agrees.

He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”

Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”

Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”

She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.

“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”

He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.

“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”

That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.

“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.

Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.

***

The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.

“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”

She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.

The response does not abate her confusion.

“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.

The two brothers share a look.

“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.

Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”

But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.

“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”

Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”

She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.

But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)

She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.

“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”

Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”

Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.

She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”

Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”

She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.

***

Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.

It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.

The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.

He takes it better than expected.

(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)

***

Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.

They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.

But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.

And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.

It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.

Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.

Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.

Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.

“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.

She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.

“I’m definitely not doing that.”

Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”

He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”

She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.

“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”

He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”

“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.

“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.

He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.

***

Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.

During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.

But Dick just can’t take the hint.

Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)

Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.

***

It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.

They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.

For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.

“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”

A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”

“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.

“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”

The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”

She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”

Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”

He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”

Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.

“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.

“Mine, obviously.”

She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”

Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.

Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.

“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”

His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”

Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”

His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”

And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.

Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”

She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”

He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.

“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.

Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.

He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.

Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”

She blinks. “Can you what?”

“Kiss you.”

The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.

His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.

Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.

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