#timbern (sorta)

[littlepikmins]

TimBer is cuddling in bed one morning when Bernard quietly asks Tim if he really loves him. Tim replies that, of course, he does. And then Bernard points out, "But you didn't like me much in high school, did you?" And Tim fumbles for an answer because it's complicated.

He did like Bernard in high school as a civilian school friend, but he didn't consider him one of his close friends like he did Steph or Kon. Things were different back then, and deep down Bernard gets that - he's not trying to accuse Tim of anything.

But it's like Bernard's whole understanding of the world doesn't feel right, and he's trying to find an answer. And he ends up coming to the conclusion that it's him that doesn't fit, that he's not good enough for Tim and that he never was.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

A rose by any other name (dp x dc)

Bernard Dowd was freaking out. In large part because he had just discovered his name might not in fact be Bernard Dowd. Or at least, it hadn’t always been? This whole thing was very confusing, not too mention highly distressing.

It started like any day, really. He didn’t know how it had gone so wrong.

Oh and what was he going to do about Tim?

Tim, his boyfriend, who very much was Robin even if Bernard had been pretending he didn’t know about that.  Though really, there were only so many times you could walk in your boyfriends appartement to find a domino mask hanging to dry before you put two and two together.

Oh my god, what was he going to tell him? He wasn’t Bernard anymore, was he? Or at least, not just Bernard. Not when half his mind was insisting his name was Danny and he had two sisters and no brothers and he had died and then lived long enough to die again and again and-

Without quite realizing it he had dialled Tim’s number. As the tone sounded, he came back to himself but by then, Tim had already answered.

“Bernard?” His boyfriend voice was hoarse like he’d just woke up and in the back of his mind, somewhere that wasn’t going in full panic mode, there was a bit of guilt over disrupting his boyfriends already terrible sleep schedule.

Bernard opened his mouth, ready to just explain everything to his boyfriend and then he took a quick breath and-

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t blond?” Bernard blurted out.

“What?” Tim mumbled. Then there was a slide of fabric as Bernard cursed himself in every language he knew how to curse. “Is this like the worm thing?”

“Uh,” Bernard faltered. “Um, sure?”

Tim sighed. “Yes, Bern, I would still love you if you weren’t blond.” He yawned, and then there was a bit of silence. “Was there anything else?” Tim’s voice finally said.

“No,” Bernard answered, wishing he could punch himself. “Nope, that- that was it.”

“Great,” his boyfriend mumbled. “I’m going back to bed." Then, "love you.”

“I love you too,” Bernard answered and the line cut.

Bernard slid down the wall until he was rolling himself into a ball, his hands in his hair as his internal screaming reached decibels never recorded before. What the fuck.

[timbernyaoi]

[chamiryokuroi]

Hey there! So I sorta dropped out of the comic fandom after TDR was finished as was wondering if anything of note has happen with Timbern since?

Absolutely nothing anon 😔 we Timber fans are fighting for or lives because of no new content

[iahr-khighi]

Bernard being a horror fan makes so much sense because there is something about experiencing fear and confronting it under controlled circumstances

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Got inspired here's a lil extra bit:)

"No," Da- Bernard ordered sternly as he looked at his hand that had just slipped through the refrigerator door.

He gave it another severe look before trying to grasp the handle again. Metal met solid flesh and Bernard let out a relieved sigh.

"Good hand," he mumbled as he looked into the fridge. He had to blink away the memories of reanimated sausage jumping at him as he got the milk out. He grabbed his favourite cereals and got out a bowl, and then he buffered.

Was it cereal first or milk? Because he had memories of doing both since he was a child, and he couldn't be sure which memories were his, Bernard's.

As if in answer to his growing distress, his feet started to glow as he slowly sank into the floor. He yelped and scrambled out of the wooden flooring, and jumped on the stone counter for good mesure, trying to get as far away from the ground as possible.

And that was how his boyfriend found him, milk and cereal both in hand, crouched on the counter staring at the floor like it would open up any second and swallow him whole.

"Good... morning?" Tim said as he looked up at the blond.

"Hey babe," Bernard said as casually as he could. Tim looked at him for a second before a yawn forced his eyes closed and he shuffled forward towards the coffee machine, giving the blonde's ankle a little pat as he went.

Bernard's heart squeezed in his chest. His boyfriend was literally perfect. With a lovesick sigh, he slowly got down from the counter and sat in the seat facing the coffee machine, and his boyfriend's back.

Catching sight of his empty bowl he grabbed the milk and cereal again. He looked from one to the other before the blonde finally sighed and just started pouring both at the same time.

The day was not off to a good start.

A rose by any other name (dp x dc)

Bernard Dowd was freaking out. In large part because he had just discovered his name might not in fact be Bernard Dowd. Or at least, it hadn’t always been? This whole thing was very confusing, not too mention highly distressing.

It started like any day, really. He didn’t know how it had gone so wrong.

Oh and what was he going to do about Tim?

Tim, his boyfriend, who very much was Robin even if Bernard had been pretending he didn’t know about that.  Though really, there were only so many times you could walk in your boyfriends appartement to find a domino mask hanging to dry before you put two and two together.

Oh my god, what was he going to tell him? He wasn’t Bernard anymore, was he? Or at least, not just Bernard. Not when half his mind was insisting his name was Danny and he had two sisters and no brothers and he had died and then lived long enough to die again and again and-

Without quite realizing it he had dialled Tim’s number. As the tone sounded, he came back to himself but by then, Tim had already answered.

“Bernard?” His boyfriend voice was hoarse like he’d just woke up and in the back of his mind, somewhere that wasn’t going in full panic mode, there was a bit of guilt over disrupting his boyfriends already terrible sleep schedule.

Bernard opened his mouth, ready to just explain everything to his boyfriend and then he took a quick breath and-

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t blond?” Bernard blurted out.

“What?” Tim mumbled. Then there was a slide of fabric as Bernard cursed himself in every language he knew how to curse. “Is this like the worm thing?”

“Uh,” Bernard faltered. “Um, sure?”

Tim sighed. “Yes, Bern, I would still love you if you weren’t blond.” He yawned, and then there was a bit of silence. “Was there anything else?” Tim’s voice finally said.

“No,” Bernard answered, wishing he could punch himself. “Nope, that- that was it.”

“Great,” his boyfriend mumbled. “I’m going back to bed." Then, "love you.”

“I love you too,” Bernard answered and the line cut.

Bernard slid down the wall until he was rolling himself into a ball, his hands in his hair as his internal screaming reached decibels never recorded before. What the fuck.