#idk if they’ll add anyone else

[canubringmeacokepls]

All the dorms are out now! + Grim~

[iactlikeapornbot]

lol i forgot the majority of people don’t have depression

[sublimetragedychopshop]

Submissive older! Yanderes who are just average business people, or a hot dilf or milf in your area! I mean 7+- 20+ years older than you and they are just the sweetest thing! Even though they are older than you they are still a little shy around you and other youngish people. Simply not getting with the times or newer things are confusing to them. The cute smile that accentuates the small crows feet on the edges of their eyes. Or the heavy blush that touches their face when you happen to wear something a little risqué around them (a top and shorts does the trick).

They can’t imagine that someone as beautiful and young as you would even amuse lil old them, but it doesn’t mean they’ll reject any contact with you! No no! Please! Come inside to their home! Share a glass of drink with them and maybe talk for a while. They would love the company! Don’t worry though they are too shy to even tamper with your drink! Nope! The most they’ll do is steal some clothing from your clothes like outside or sit in the same seat you sat in after leaving. If they imagine hard enough it’s almost like your their hugging them…

They try to be friendly, they try to be a good mentor, a pillar of high morals! An example of how one should lead a good life! But.. it’s just so hard! Ever since you came into the picture now all they want to do is fantasize about what it would be like to be yours! The cute vanilla fantasies that are drama worthy. Cute dates! Matching outfits! Kissing in the rain! Adopting a pet and living your days out together! Just tooth rotting stuff. Of course until night time comes and they’ve been pent up for too long. It feels so good to be alone and to take care of their needs.. even if the depravity of their fantasies is concerning. Scenarios of you making love to them, whispers and declarations of praise and love! It makes them so horny!! They know how bad to think about someone so PERFECT as you like that, but they can’t help it. Their only human! Even then it doesn’t end there! On some rare occasions they’ll delve into a more masochistic fantasy. More of how you would react to knowing your much older acquaintance is completely infatuated with you.

Would you look at them in disgust? Yell at them on how depraved they are being? Maybe even slap them or pull their hair to tell them how disgusting they are? How can someone like them like someone who is years younger?? They would beg you to not be mad at them. To not look at them like that, please! They promise that they would never harm you but they just need you! They want you. They’ll offer you the craziest things. Anything to keep you with them. And if you don’t take them they have no choice but to take you by FORCE. Either way now you have a new life, with a very devoted partner too! Anyone else who was in the picture doesn’t matter anymore because you’ll never see them again!

They promise not to be a creep. To treat you right and all they ask is just your attention- good or bad. How can you deny them when they look at you like you hung the stars? Anything you do they’ll be amazed. Sure they get embarrassed when you gaze at them for too long thinking their fleeting youth is very unattractive but if you are open about your interest in them it’ll make them sooo happy!

(Idk what else to add to this but a recent manga inspired this post! Hopefully I get some brain juice soon)

[junicult]

Hello!! I love your posts! Are there any physical or emotional attributes that the bachelors love about you? Can be nsfw, or sfw, whatever you want! No pressure❤️

!! what the bachelors love about you

contains ; some nsfw! fluff. suggestive. fem!farmer. minor desc of reader (very very brief appearances). facial. reader is hinted at being fairly social or enthusiastic. smut (harvey & shane). reader wears makeup. not proofread.

note ; i really tried to make this entirely sfw but i couldn’t help myself i’m so sorry 😭😭

harvey.

- there isn’t one thing this man can pick that he loves most about you.

- ever since he first met you, he always found you so beautiful, and when he got to know you he’s never fell more in love.

- so picking a favorite? that’s hard.

- there’s parts of you he enjoys some days more then others. but that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy them all the time.

- like, you could just be casually talking to him and he can’t help but think, “her eyes look so beautiful today.”

- it’s not like he hasn’t noticed how pretty your eyes looked before, he just really noticed how pretty they look right now.

- but if he had a feature of yours he’ll never get enough of, no matter how many times he gets to see them, feel them—

- it’ll have to be your hands.

- your slightly calloused palms from your hours of farm work. you keep your hands clean any time you have the chance, washing and rubbing lotion on them.

- how no matter how much you work with them, they’ll still be soft to the touch when he gets to hold them.

- lacing your fingers together, quietly humming about your day and it might look like he isn’t paying attention bc his eyes are glued to your fingers.

- when you softly run your palm down his arm, squeezing his shoulder and leaning up for a kiss.

- when you cup your hands around his cheeks just to gaze into his eyes.

- he can’t help but feel a little sorrow when he’s at work, and he reminds himself of the fact that your hands aren’t in his.

- it’s such a subtle display of affection,

- yet it’s his absolute favorite. he can’t get enough.

- another one is when you say his name.

- it makes his attention perk in a way that doesn’t really work coming from anyone else.

- don’t get me wrong, he loves when you call him petnames, like, “baby,” “sweetheart,” or “honey.”

- they’re so domestic, it makes him swoon when he gets to remember the fact that he’s all yours.

- but when you say his name,

- ugh.

- it just reminds him of a time when you weren’t dating yet.

- when he’d spend his days and nights pining after you, thinking about you constantly with red flush heating his cheeks.

- where he would spend hours of the day wondering when you’d walk in to take up his time, and when he’d get sad if he didn’t get to hear a chipper, “harvey!” from your familiar octave bursting through the door.

- there’s nothing like it.

- when you’d so sweetly ask if he needed any help, tapping on a “harvey?” at the end so he could really melt in your hold.

- idk, it just does something to him.

- once he heard you say his name, he never wanted to hear his name any other way again.

- which also adds intoooo🥁🥁

- how you moan. (🎉🥳)

- sorry, i had to.

- it’s an insane confidence booster.

- when he buries his head into the crook of your neck, his ear just over your mouth so he can hear and feel every pant that leaves your lips.

- it’s like, he’s not even doing that much. just moving at a rhythmic pace, one that’s at the perfect speed for the both of you,

- and every time his hips meet yours, you can’t help but exhale a short, high-pitched moan.

- but that’s nothing compared to when he eats u out.

- it’s a completely different kind of pleasure,

- for you and him.

- when your head’s thrown back, fingers tight around his fluffy dark strands and you’re just so fucking loud.

- when your breaths stutter and your back starts to arch,

- and all you can get out is a weak, “fuck, harvey—“

- he’s finished.

- & so are u lol.

sam.

- another man who’s not picky.

- he’s already a pretty carefree person. super go with the flow.

- a himbo, if you will.

- and he’s so cute. i feel like there’s just air wafting around in his mind at all times.

- so whenever you’re in his presence, or he even just catches a glimpse of you, he’s like, “my girlfriend!!!”

- not a thought beyond those eyes besides you.

- he just loves your lips.

- how they move when you talk, how they curl when you’re mad, how they pout when you’re sad.

- how you use them against his, whether you’re making out with him, or just planting a gentle kiss to his temple.

- they’re so soft, and perfect. always so moist from your chapstick.

- and they’re just so pretty too. you’ll catch him staring all the time.

- he’s the type to want to kiss you goodbye, and then say “one more,” about a thousand times.

- he’ll find you all the way across the farm just to kiss you.

- HE’LL WALK A MILE JUST FOR A SINGULAR KISS.

- for this next one, i feel like i need to explain myself a little.

- he loves when you’re sick.

- HEAR ME OUT!

- no, he doesn’t love when you’re doubled over in discomfort, nose stuffy, head achy. he doesn’t like that aspect.

- but he does like the aspect that puts him in charge of you.

- as a man with a lot of allergies, he’s no stranger getting sick.

- which, as he’s gotten older, he’s more used to taking care of himself, and knowing what his body needs to heal.

- but that doesn’t stop you from caring of him, making sure he feels better.

- so on the rarer occasions when you get sick, he gets to pay you back.

- he gets to pamper you, do all of your work for you, cook (order food) for you.

- and when you’re bedridden, he gets to sit by your side, rubbing your sore muscles and keeping you company.

- it’s even better if you’re kinda stubborn, all, “i can take care of myself 😒” until you’re attempting to do your chores before sorta collapsing on the ground.

- and he won’t “i told you so” all in your face, but he does kinda give you a look that‘ll pretty much say it all.

- like, 🙂

- he just gets to grin and go back to taking care of you.

- finally, he loves how you comfort him.

- he’s not afraid to be emotional. if he has to cry, he’s gonna cry lmfao.

- he doesn’t cry too often, he’s usually really optimistic. but when it comes to seeing people he loves all sad, he can’t help it.

- like, if vincent were to come up to him and ask him about his dad, and if he’s ever coming home;

- that always makes him so sad. bc as much as he wants to, he can’t really give vincent a straight answer.

- he loves that he doesn’t even really have to say anything to you for you to realize he’s sad.

- his head hangs a little low, and just by one look you can tell all he needs is a hug.

- that means everything to him.

- when you just pull him into your chest, running your hand through his hair and up and down his back while he quietly sobs against you.

- if he didn’t think he could love you more…

shane.

- ur his sunshine.

- whatever your personality is, you guys could be so similar, and you’re still his sunshine.

- whatever u do, no matter what, you’ll always light up his day. and he loves u very much for that.

- he might not be the most expressive verbally, but he’ll definitely show you with smaller gestures.

- a small kiss on your cheek, resting his chin on your shoulder while you stand at the stove.

- and he’ll latch onto you as you try to get out of bed in the morning, pretending to be asleep while you struggle to leave.

- his favorite thing about you is how you smell.

- listen. when you’re in love with someone, their  pheromones become addicting.

- like, yes you’ve been working on the farm all day. yes you’re all sweaty. yes you need to shower but does he care? absolutely not.

- “how was your day?” he’s already leaning into the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw and ignoring the way you whine.

- “shaaane, i’m so dirty.”

- oh but…he loves it.

- “never bothered me.” he just shrugs, smirking like a bastard before pulling you in for a kiss.

- that earthy scent of yours that just reminds him of what makes him so comfortable.

- don’t even get me started on after u take a shower.

- ur all clean, your hair is all wet. you look so pretty, and you smell amazing😭😭

- you just always smell so good to him. he’ll become intoxicated just by burying his face in your hair sometimes.

- he loves the way you look at him.

- it’s such a subtle thing for him to find one of his favorites about you,

- but he still loves it.

- when you’re just intently listening to him talk about his lousy day, your gaze is glued to his, head nodding along.

- you could be doing something else while he’s talking, but it still looks like he’s your main focus.

- and when he pauses, you’ll quickly mumble, “then what happened?”

- you’re so good at maintaining eye contact with him, it makes him lose his train of thought sometimes.

- he might just stutter, and then give up all together if you continue.

- also…

- they way u look up at him when ur…yea.

- big, wide eyes that gaze up so softly. your eyebrows pinched, mouth wide taking him entirely.

- he groans a little, and you don’t even have to do much if you just keep looking at him like that.

- “good fucking girl, yeah, that feels so good,”

- his jaw is slack, own eyebrows threaded while your hand wraps around the part of his length you can’t quite reach.

- he doesn’t last that long.

- pretty quickly he’s cumming on your face, making sure to get a little on your pretty, fluffy eyelashes.

sebastian.

- your teeth.

- lol.

- when he first met you, he instantly clicked that you had a nice smile.

- the way you grinned at meeting someone like him kinda just stuck with him.

- like, what was so exciting? why are you that excited?

- needless to say, he kept thinking about it.

- once you started hanging out a bit more, and eventually started dating, he got to see you smile much more often.

- especially when you hung out with sam around, and he was able to make you laugh, it was like music to his ears.

- he made it a silent goal to always see you smile.

- it sounds weird, i know, but he just loves the way your teeth look when you smile that big.

- the way your cheeks plump up, and your eyes squint a little. he’s just obsessed.

- your smile makes him smile, y’know?

- he also loves how you talk.

- it’s so quick, and when you get all excited over something your words start to jumble and not make much sense.

- but you don’t even realize it, so you’re continuing to spew word-vomit until you finally calm yourself down (with a little smile.)

- and he can listen to it all day.

- his favorite thing in the world is when you come home with a new story to tell,

- bc then he gets to sit there, watching your limbs characteristically fly about as you explain.

- and you keep backtracking, like, “wait i forgot to say that—“ and “oops, that actually happened before that,”

- it just makes him smile.

- no, he doesn’t really understand what’s going on. but it’s still entertaining.

- lastly, he loves your cooking.

- you’re not some gourmet chef or anything, but you do know how to follow a recipe.

- he’s a pretty straightforward guy.

- he knows what he wants and what he likes. yet somehow, when you’re cooking something new, he can’t help but be excited.

- the real cherry on top is when you spent the day with robin once,

- and she ended up teaching you her recipe for pumpkin soup.

- he was nearly speechless when you handed him a freshly made bowl, one just like his mom would make.

- he definitely fell in love with you all over again.

alex.

- he’s a simple man, i’m afraid.

- …he likes ur ass.

- smacking it, squeezing it, overall just looking at it whenever you walk past.

- whenever you pull him in for a kiss, his hands are falling down to your ass and giving you a gentle squeeze to raise you to your toes.

- he literally doesn’t care if it’s big, or small, or anything. as long as you have one, he’s absolutely fine.

- a simple man, i said.

- like, wear just underwear and a t-shirt around him and he’ll lose his mind. trust.

- he’s an absolute sucker for makeup.

- yes, of course he loves when you’re comfortable enough to walk around bare-faced with him. maybe even a goopy face mask over your skin.

- he thinks you look beautiful either way.

- but he swoons a little whenever he sees you all nice and dolled up, especially on nights that he planned to take you out.

- it’s like you put in extra effort to make yourself look extra nice, not necessarily for him, but he likes recognize the fact that his plans made you dress up like this.

- he’s just like, “aw, you look so pretty, baby.”

- also loves when u kiss him while wearing lipstick. he won’t wipe it off.

- his favorite though, his all time favorite…?

- how you treat evelyn and george.

- like they’re not just in-laws you have to get to know just bc ur married to their grandson.

- you treat them they’re your own family.

- you’re so sweet, and patient. especially with george.

- sometimes before you were married, he’d come home to the fresh smell of cookies in the oven (something that was pretty common) but then he’d see you listening to evelyn’s feedback so intently.

- and you’d cheerfully hand him a cookie, like, “look what granny taught me! does it taste good?”

- ofc it tastes good. the two most important women in his life made it just for him.

- it kinda tugs on his heart strings a little.

- i feel that was the moment he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, if you were so willing to spend time with the people he loves.

elliott.

- once again,

- there’s not much he loves more then anything else you do.

- he loves every part of you equally.

- but much like harvey, there’s still a couple things that he sees you do, and he’ll just think, “i love her so much.”

- and that is☝️

- your voice.

- he could listen to you talk forever.

- he’s literally leaning in, hand on chin, head tilted, listening so intently as you tell a story that’s ten times less interesting then he’s making it look.

- he’ll also keeps asking you question so you just continue to talk.

- he especially loves when you call him petnames. it makes his stomach flutter a little when he hears them in your voice.

- another thing is he loves your hips.

- how they fit so perfectly under his palms, just before he wraps his hands around your waist.

- if you have love handles or hip dips, OMMMGGG he’s fucking obsessed.

- it’s like a little spot for him place his hands.

- he loves to kiss them whenever he’s already down there. just like a little silent praise, on top of plenty other he’ll give you.

- it’s so random, but whenever he sees you holding a laundry basket or something against one hip,

- yeah. that’ll do it.

- you’re kinda like his muse.

- if he’s writing something, and there’s a female character that happens to be loved or romantic towards, he’ll always kinda characterize them off of you.

- like, they’ll have some sort of aspect that’s similar to yours.

- it’s always subconscious, he can’t help it.

- he’s always thinking about you.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I've read your Test guys with mc in their period, and thought about Crewle daughter going the same thing but add on that for the non humans they smell sweet as if they are in minor heat

And realize that female faes don't have period like humans do, and she being half she have more human side on things

Idk just thought it'll be interesting

Period Pain | Half-Fae Crewel Daughter Reader

That’s a lot of characters to do for someone as prideful as Crewel’s daughter

But I’ll do a few so you’ll have a good idea as to know what she does

And you’re right it is interesting

Since its the half-fae Crewel reader

Which is different than the original in terms of how they’ll react and who they turn to 

It certaintly puts others in a position of power:

Lilia Vanrouge

“No worries dearest, Papa Lilia knows all! So just stay in Diasomnia for a while!”

To anyone thinking logically, this isn’t the best idea

Going into the one place where an abundance of fae who are actually able to pick up on your ovulation 

While you’re much more inclined to encounter various courting methods

But when you eventually do as he says, refusing your father’s help, and holing yourself up in Lilia’s room 

Just leading to obviously unfavorable encounters with various students wishing to get a piece 

All so that Lilia can swoop in and save the day 

Now platonic Lilia already has a goal in mind pushing one of his boys to aid you with your minor heat

Whereas romantic Lilia is graciously volunteering himself

“Now dearest, don’t fret I’ll happily provide you the relief you so desperately need!”

No matter how many scary encounters and close calls he’s not letting any of them get too close

He’s tortured enemies before

guarded castles before

Fought off hordes of enemies before

Keeping you to himself for your season is a piece of cake

Malleus Draconia 

 “I am here at your beck and call! Let me ease your pain!”

When he sees you still from pains with cramps 

The trails of a magical scent emanate slightly 

Allowing him to know all that he needs to 

He scares off anybody else interested in the scent

If not only by his presence but he’s actually glaring this time

Soothing you in the way only another fae can (as Lilia said)

Unbeknownst to you this is part of the courting ritual

Letting Malleus guard you 

Letting him use his magic to soothe you

And sleeping in the comfort of his wings

“Rest now my mate you are in my care.”

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I’m in a Batfam mood so I’ll put this here for if Batfam comes back around but I am stuck on the idea of Tim or Damian specifically seeing platonic!darling as like, a twin.

For Tim it’d happen if Batsis was his equal in intelligence, can match his wit and tenacity and his strategic mind. Darling is his fresh eyes on a project, can pick apart his mood with a glance. It’d be more difficult to get this darling to his side because Batsis just /knows/ him and /knows/ what he’s planning, but that just drives Tim more. He needs them by his side, because how else would they be so in sync if they were not of the same mind?

For Damian, it would be because Batsis is his opposite. The yin to his yang, the water to his fire, the light in the dark, so on so forth. Damian would be in jealous awe at how easy it is for Batsis to be social and bright, so giving and good. He’d want to be with them constantly because they weren’t anything like him. They can trust without paranoia, can smile even if they’re in pain. If the two are young enough then Batsis is the one person he can be a child with. He needs them to love him because it’s so easy for them to love. He refuses to share it with anyone else.

Idk it’s just. The extreme love of a yandere that literally thinks of their darling as their other half, split down the middle and their mind breaks a little when the darling doesn’t agree. Can’t Batsis see? Even if they weren’t biologically related, they were meant to be one.

I really love this concept! Being someone’s other half doesn’t strictly have to be romantic and to mix the yandere-ness into it just adds so much more to the intensity of it.

Tim feels like his darling is his missing piece, when they’re together no matter what they fit so perfectly and he can’t help but love the feeling of being complete. He’s grateful that they know him as well as they do, at least before his obsession has set in. He appreciates that he doesn’t have to tell them how he’s feeling or what exactly he’s thinking for them to just understand him right away. Tim can’t quite explain his overwhelming connection to the Reader but he absolutely clings onto it, onto them. But given how intelligent the Reader is they’ll be more than likely to pick up on his obsession which will only cause them to distance themself from Tim, resulting in him only being further plunged into his obsession all the more. How could he possibly let his other half pull away from him? How could he just allow himself to lose that feeling of being whole? He can’t and he won’t. It’s during this time that Tim finds himself resenting that the Reader does indeed know him so well, that they can so easily read him as well as they can, but then again that’s what made them so similar and what worked for them to begin with. Not only can the Reader read him and know him like the back of their hand, Tim can do the same with them. It’s very much a back and forth thing between the two, their own little game really. It would be hard to know who made the first move or had the first thought out of the two given how eerily in sync they are. But Tim may just have to up the ante if he wants to keep his darling with him and protect that feeling of fulfillment he has because of them. He may have to stray from his and his darling’s similarity, especially in how they think and react for him to be able to be one step ahead of them and ensure they stay right where they are in his life.

Damian at first is filled with only envy and resentment at just how easy it comes for the Reader to make friends, to interact with anyone they come into contact with, to be able to freely express themselves how they please while he has to keep himself under wraps and remain guarded because that’s how he’s been conditioned. He use to find himself perplexed by just how the Reader couldn’t be overcome with the utter need to watch their back, to look over their shoulder, to question the intentions of each and everyone they crossed paths with. He just thought that they were too soft and clueless about the true evils of the world but eventually he found himself falling into a different rhythm with them. He still can’t fully comprehend how they could possibly come to love and care for him like they have but then again that was just how they were.

He didn’t have to prove himself to his darling for them to see and know him for who he really was and the purpose he had. Damian didn’t have to do anything but exist for them to give him a chance to be a part of their life and he couldn’t be more grateful for it. And he would do anything to continue to stay in their life, especially if that meant keeping others from being able to. Damian sees the Reader as something to protect, they’re just too good and pure compared to him and he wants to do everything in his power to keep them that way. He in no way, shape, or form wants to share their love and attention, and given how freely they give it all away to such undeserving people, Damian can’t help but feel threatened that someone else will come along and steal his place and be what his darling needs. And because of that he’ll ward off anyone and everyone from even coming close to being able to do just that. He’s able to finally be himself with someone, to show them who and what he truly is deep down. Damian is finally able to let himself go, to drop his guard and breakdown his walls for someone and he’s not just going to allow for someone to take that away from him. Damian found his place, a sense of being accepted and loved, something that really feels like a home to him and he’s not going to let go of it.

[jasntodds]

Caving In [6]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 13,432

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of bruises, panic attack, idk they go to see Jumanji: The Next Level so it’s 2019 because the show’s timeline is a mess and I’m fixing it, there’s a subtle Shazam! reference, little bit of angst, gar and reader talk about their dead parents so i mean, mention of drug addiction

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: First of all, next chapter is my favorite chapter and I can’t wait to get there (it’s Jason centric if anyone is curious) and second, this is late because we had a storm and I didn’t have wifi lol I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 The first few chapters take place between season 2 episode 1 and season 2 episode 2. You can add yourself the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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Over the next week, you, Jason, and Gar have secret late-night training sessions. You learned your lesson from the first night and were far more careful. Gar helped spar which to him, was also kind of nice because he also got an extra session. You like the late-night sessions with them. It's different than during the day when Dick and Rachel are awake, too. This is just, the three of you and it feels really nice and safe for you. You’ve only woken up four nights over the last week due to nightmares.

Gar walks the tower with you after training and that helps a lot. Jason spends an extra hour in the training room after your sessions. To you, it's kind of like if the impossibility of Jerry being in the tower becomes real, at least Jason is awake. At least you and Gar checked the tower. The two of them just existing helps. And you honestly just really like hanging out with the both of them and they like hanging out with you. You've almost become attached at the hip over the last week.

Now, it's just after ten in the morning and you’re walking into the kitchen in a hoodie and pajamas. Gar and Dick are the ones in the kitchen this time and you’re starting to wonder if Dick spends all of his time in here or the comms lab because almost every time you’re here, so is Dick.

"Good morning." Dick chimes, touches of sarcasm in his voice. You wave your hand haphazardly at him as you take a seat next to Gar.

"Good morning." Gar's voice is chipper and you give him a soft smile.

"Why are you all morning people?" You quip.

"If you weren't up so late..." Dick states.

"I go to bed at a reasonable hour and wake up at a reasonable hour, Dickolas." You state, flashing him a grin. "So, do I get to train this week?" You cut to the chase because you know they’ll be going for a training session soon. Dick does have everyone on schedule.

"No." Dick shakes his head and you deadpan.

"It's been a week!" You exclaim. "I'm fine."

"Yeah," Gar chimes in. "She seems fine." It’s true. You’ve been doing just fine in your late-night sessions together.

"You were limping yesterday." Dick points out.

What Dick doesn't know is that you were only limping because Jason kicked you in the leg a little hard after you kicked him a little hard the night before. But, you can't tell him that without getting all of you in trouble so you roll your eyes.

"Yeah...."

You just want to train with everyone else. Of course, you want to keep the late-night sessions because you like the time with the boys and you could use the extra training regardless. You’re behind and Jason is a very good teacher. But, you just want to be included. You want to feel useful.

"You'll get to train soon." Dick assures you and he really just doesn't want you to injure yourself more.

"Alright." You let out a breath.

"Hey," Gar clears his throat, changing the subject, worried Dick will figure it out. "Did you wanna go see a movie today?" Gar asks looking at you.

"Uh..." You stutter.

What if you run into Jerry? You can't imagine you would because if he thinks you’re dead, he likely is trying to find another lab rat to test on. If he thinks you’re alive with the whole lack of news about a dead body, not that there would be much news since you probably looked homeless anyway and no one cares much for those stories, he might have gone underground to hide in case you actually went to the police. Really, the odds of you running into him aren't very high but the odds of him showing up in the tower are even less than that but that didn't stop you from panicking about him being there. So, what if you do run into him while you're out?

"We don't...we don't have to." Gar assures you, realizing maybe an outing might not be a good idea but you were fine with going with Dick and going with him last week.

"No!" You say quickly. "I want to it's just....um...ya know? Sally's was close and I don't know where the movie theater is and what if it's farther and we run into him? And no one can come help if we need it?"

You felt comfortable going out with Dick because he rescued you and he's Robin. Robin and Batman take down worse criminals than fucking Jerry. Robin did just fine on his own without Batman so going with Dick was a lot easier. And having Gar and Rachel with you, made you feel a little better. Three people with powers, two of which aren't injured sounded a lot better than having one person, not that you think Gar isn't capable. You just don't want to put that all on him.

"We can see if Rachel and Jason wanna go." Gar offers with a soft smile.

He definitely wanted to go alone with you but he's not going to force you or try to convince you. Besides, going out with everyone could be fun and maybe outings with a group will make you more comfortable going out in general, knowing nothing is going to happen.

"Are you sure?" You ask. "I-I mean...I think you're perfectly capable of taking care of Jerry if we did see him, I just...I wouldn't...I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"It's okay." Gar chuckles softly. "I get it. I'd be fine though but yeah, we can ask."

"Here." Dick hands over enough money for four of you to see a movie, including snacks. "You guys have got to start doing chores though."

"Gotcha, will do." Gar takes the money from the counter with a giant grin. "Thank you."

"What'd ya have in mind?" You ask, leaning back in your chair as you keep your attention on Gar.

"I was gonna see if there was anything you wanted to see." Gar offers, voice as chipper as usual.

"I haven't been to the movies in a year so I'm down with everything." You laugh softly while Gar pulls out his phone, pulling up the closest movie theater to see what they have playing.

"Oh! Have you seen Jumanji? With the Rock and Jack Black?" Gar asks with excitement. "For a reboot, it was so good!"

"It's one of my favorites!" It was one of the last movies you saw in theaters, or at all actually. "Jack Black is hilarious and Kevin Hart with The Rock is truly amazing. Perfect casting. Plus, Karen Gillan is hot so." You gush and this is the most excited you’ve seemed since you got here, it’s warming both Dick and Gar's hearts. If getting you to the movies will get you happy again, Gar will take you to see every single movie, even horror movies. "I didn't know they made a new one!"

"Yeah! Just came out! It looks really good, too! I bet Rachel and Jason will like it, too. They have a show at one?" Gar asks.

"Cool! I'll shower, you wanna ask them to go?"

"Sure." Gar's beaming with a sense of light as he grabs his bowl, bringing to the sink.

"Rinse it." Dick urges.

"Sorry." Gar laughs, rinsing his bowl and putting it in the dishwasher.

Gar rushes off to find Rachel and Jason, leaving you and Dick once again. You’re begging for this not to become a routine. You get up and grab more cereal. You wonder if there's ever actual breakfast that's made given they're supposed to be training. You think maybe there should be, not that you feel entitled to it, but just that you’re surprised Dick doesn't make everyone a breakfast that's good for athletes or something.

"You gonna be okay going today?" Dick asks you.

"Assume so, been fine before." You answer, pouring your cereal into a bowl.

"Your adoptive dad?" He asks and you realize you’ve revealed too much but also can't be bothered to hide it from him. If Jason and Gar can research you, surely he definitely has.

"Mhm." You hum, grabbing your preferred milk from the fridge. "But you knew that." You mutter. "Ya know, talks about Bruce Wayne and all, kind of figured you figured it out or something." You explain. "Presumably, the comms lab is just a giant bat computer."

"Bat computer?"

"Mhm, that's what it's called right? Bat computer? Like Batcave?"

Dick lets out a sigh. "It's not a bat computer."

"Uh-huh, so like, but there's a Batcave, batmobile, BatMAN. So, does Bruce just name everything Bat-something when it has to do with Batman? Like...the baterang!" You exclaim and Dick just blinks at you. "Batshoes? Batcape? Do you actually call Wayne Manor Bathome? Bathouse? BatManor? If you get a dog, is the dog called...batdog? Like in Homeward Bound? Are you and Jason batsons?" You have a shit-eating grin. "And why are you called Robin? Sorry, why is Jason called Robin? Robins are birds. Not bats. So, birdsons." You scrunch your nose. "Batsons is better."

"You think you're funny."

"Oh, I'm fucking hilarious. Gar would be chiming in with other bat things, too." You laugh softly. "Jason would probably start calling things bat-something just to annoy you and Bruce."

"No," Dick shakes his head and you catch the glimpse of a smile. "Not everything is called batsomething."

"What a missed opportunity. Batsons." You snicker to yourself. Dick shakes his head. "Anyway, don't go looking for him." You state. "Jerry, I mean."

"What makes you think I would?" Dick's brows furrow.

"Robin." You state.

"I'm not Robin anymore." Dick says with a sigh.

You roll your eyes. "Mhm, whatever." You take your bowl to the seat you were in previously. "So, you won't find him and hunt him down?"

"No, not since you asked me not to." Dick promises you.

"Thank you. Though, I do think that you should let bring him in when I'm ready." You point your spoon at him.

"Why would I do that?"

"It would make me feel better to know that I survived him, brought him to justice, and he can't ever do that to someone else ever again. Ya know, real Titans shit."

Dick hates the idea but he also knows he can't keep all of you locked in a tower forever training. Eventually, you will have a big bad to fight and take down. Maybe Jerry would be a good test run with the team, to see how you all handle yourselves and he'll be there for backup. Jerry doesn't seem like a huge supervillain, just a guy who beats on smaller people. On the other hand, however, he remembers what it's like looking for the person who wronged him, killed his parents and he ended up dead. He has to live with it every day and heroes aren't supposed to kill people. Even in a year from now, is he supposed to trust you not to go and kill him in a rage fit? It's something he'll need time to sit on.

"We'll see." Dick answers.

You pause, spoon in the air halfway to your mouth. "Wait. Really?"

Dick shrugs. "I said we'll see."

"Well, I expected a complete and hard no so, alright then." You shrug. "Soon as I'm not in pain--"

"Yes, you get to train then." Dick cuts your off. "Your eagerness seems..."

"Overzealous?" You chuckle while Dick nods.

"Yeah."

"I don't like sitting around and I wanna feel useful. Everyone else gets to train." You answer but your voice doesn't turn sour, just honest.

"Okay." Dick nods. "Get better, take it easy, rest, and you'll be training in no time." He offers you a smile, still not quite convinced you haven't convinced one of the boys to start your training. Your eagerness is the selling point for your assumption.

"Aye-eye, Captain." You salute him sarcastically as you eat your food.

Dick goes off to do whatever it is Dick does during the day while you finish your food. Once you’re done, you head to your room to pick out something to wear. You don't have much but you have enough in your opinion. You pick out a pair of pants and a shirt. You top it off with the forest green hoodie you picked out, remembering that movie theaters always tend to be a bit cool. With your outfit in hand, you head to the bathroom for a shower.

Weirdly, you think your face looks worse. The bruises are healing but that seems to make them look more off-putting. The healing tone of the bruises make them look off. You almost grimace at the sight of yourself because no matter how many times you shower, it’s always off-putting but you shake it off because you do want to go to the movies.

While in the shower, the rest of the bruises seem to be healing, too. It's all healing slowly, in your opinion, but healing nonetheless. Besides the boot print, that's still a darker tint and still causing some slight pain with your movements but it's something you just have to deal with. If anything, at least that's something you can take away. You'll be better at just dealing with shit, maybe.

After the shower, you get dressed and get ready. Once you’re done, you head to Gar's room to look for him. Gar's door is open when you get there and Jason is sitting on one of the chairs in the middle of the room while Gar is digging through his closet, clearly looking for something.

"What's...what's he doing?" You ask Jason whose hair is still wet from his own shower, pointing to Gar.

Jason shrugs. "Looking for something to wear."

You glance back at Gar, his head fully buried into his closet, standing on one foot with the other pointed out like he's reaching for something. "Surely, it cannot be that big of a thing...right?"

"Appanrent-fucking-ly." Jason chuckles.

"I'm looking," Gar yells from his closet with a grunt. "For a hoodie."

"You're wearing a hoodie?" You question, moving to sit in a chair beside Jason. "What's wrong with the one you're wearing?" You ask and it's the green one he loaned you your first day at the tower.

"Not big enough." He yells again.

Your brows are knitted, Jason just as confused as you are. "Right." You nod not bothering to dig more into that one. "You coming?" You ask.

"Yeah, figured I'd offer extra protection." Jason smirks at you.

"OR," You start, raising your brows and pointing a hand at him haphazardly. "You could just come watch a movie to hang out and have, wait for it," You lean forward. "Fun." You give him a sarcastic, open-mouthed smile.

"I have fun!"

"Beating a punching bag doesn't count!" Gar yells from behind the both of you.

"See." You lean back.

"Oh, so you want me to go...for fun?" Jason quips and he has a teasing smirk that makes your stomach twist.

You shake your head, trying your best not to smile at him. "For fun." You echo making Jason chuckle.

"I found it!" Gar yells, excitement in his voice as he finally emerges from the closet holding a green pullover hoodie that's definitely bigger than the one he's wearing.

"You sure do like green, huh?" You ask with interest. He does look very good in green and it matches his hair which you find endearing.

"It's my favorite color." Gar beams, seeing you also wearing green. "You're wearing green." He states.

"I also happen to like the color." You laugh softly. "Why such a big hoodie?"

"For snacks." Gar smiles widely, tossing the hoodie he's wearing onto the bed and throwing the pullover over his head. He's basically swimming in it but it's cute.

"For snacks, dude? Seriously?" Jason asks.

"Yeah! Do you want to get up in the middle of the movie for them? And! We can bring our own!"

"Oh, breaking rules now." You quip, just wanting to poke some fun at him.

"They're expensive." Gar defends.

"That's fair." You agree with him. "We always just used someone's purse."

"Really?" Jason looks between you and Gar.

"Come on, I find it hard to believe you paid for every movie you ever saw in a theater."

Jason gets a knowing grin, tilting his head quickly to the right and back up. "True."

"And what snacks are we bringing, Gar?" You ask as Gar walks over to you.

"A bag of Cheez-Its," Gar starts, you finding the choice in the first snack a bit odd for a movie theater but you let him talk. "Airhead extremes, sour patch kids, and skittles." Gar finishes his list with a triumphant smile.

"Watermelon Sour Patch kids?"

"What other ones would they be?"

"Well, you've sold me." You stand up. "Was unaware there was candy here though." Your eyes narrow at him.

"I'll show you." Gar jerks his head towards his door. "You coming? We gotta get Rachel, too. She was just getting ready."

Jason lets out a sigh but gets up and follows the two of you out of the room. The three of you go to get Rachel and then head for the kitchen where Gar shows you where Dick keeps the candy. You only really investigated a few cabinets for food. You found the cereal and stuff in the fridge which was enough for you for now. But now, you know where the candy is and suddenly, this place feels a lot better. Candy has a way of making you better about almost any situation.

Once Gar has the snacks secured in his hoodie pouch, the four of you leave for the movies. It's a fifteen-minute walk which was uneventful besides the few bickering comments Rachel and Jason had for each other. You’re figuring out that's an everyday thing. You don't have siblings but you imagine that's how siblings are. Just, fighting, every day, for absolutely no reason and then being fine five minutes later.

You’re happy you don't have siblings.

You and Gar, on the other hand, walk behind them together and Gar talks about his favorite parts of the first movie. You remember everything about the first movie but he was so excited so you asked for a little refresher and Gar did not disappoint. He mimics Jack Black's character, badly, but it made you laugh and made your stomach bubble. He explained the scene where Karen Gillan had to fight some of the bad guys while the rest of the team got the helicopter. Gar's hand flew around here and there with his words, expressing all the scenes and you chimed in with some of your favorite scenes.

It felt like just the two of you, not even noticing the bickering of Rachel and Jason after a few minutes. Jason and Rachel could have ditched you and neither of you would have even noticed. You're too busy being absorbed in the conversation that switched from Jumanji to games Gar thinks you will like to play since you like PlayStation. He rambles about the different games and you hang onto every word, becoming more interested in the idea of Xbox which might also just be because Gar likes Xbox. But you’re willing to play the games with him regardless, anything to spend more time with him at this point.

Once you get to the theater, Gar and you separate only for him and Jason to get tickets and you and Rachel to stand in line for popcorn and a drink.

"So," Rachel starts, keeping her stare forward at the menu board with a smile pulling at her lips. "You and Gar?" Her tone is a little teasing but always kind.

"W-what, uh, what about Gar and me?" You ask, looking at Rachel and then back at the menu. You do love popcorn and there is truly nothing like movie theater popcorn.

"You guys seem..." She hums. "Like you're getting close."

"It feels like you're digging for something." You look over at her, Rachel catching the smile on your face.

"You'd be cute together, is all." Rachel shrugs.

"He is like..." You try your best to hold back the smile that's splitting your face. "SO cute." You gush. You remember the last time you had a crush on someone and how exciting it felt but this feels so much better. And maybe it's because of everything you’ve been through where this little tinge of happiness feels so overdramatic you could drown in it or maybe it's because he's just not like the people you normally like. "And funny." You beam. "And so fucking nice all the time and caring and protective and he's not a smart ass." You catch yourself rambling. "He just..." You slow down, sucking in a breath. "He makes me forget all the shit, ya know?" Your smile grows a little sad with the words.

"Yeah, he's really at that. He found me in the woods and took me to the Doom Manor, as he likes to call it, and he made sure I was always safe. Always checking on me."

"Are you sure you're not into him?" You ask, just making sure you’re not crossing a line.

Of course, you don’t plan to do anything about it because while you ramble about how great Gar is, you know you could do the same about Jason if Rachel asked. But, regardless, it’s better to double-check.

Rachel shakes her head, scrunching her nose. "No, he's cute but there's nothing there."

"Cool." You tilt your weight to your toes and to your heels. "But like, we're just hanging, ya know? And stuff." You add in, not wanting to give the wrong impression.

You’re not ready for anything, not when you’re still having nightmares and tasting iron trauma. You won't put that on anyone and you never dive into anything that quickly anyway. 

"Yeah, of course." Rachel nods, not believing you but going with it anyway.

"Okay, got the tickets." Gar chimes behind the two pf you. He hands you and Rachel your tickets as he looks at the menu.

"Nachos." Jason mutters behind you. "Haven't had nachos in forever."

You look behind you. "You're one of those? Of course, you are." You joke.

"One of what?" Jason’s voice raises.

"Who gets nachos instead of popcorn." You retort.

"They're good, don't tell me you're a freak who doesn't like nachos?"

"I do! But when I can have movie theater popcorn."

"Did you wanna split a popcorn?" Gar interjects, looking at you.

"Yeah, sure." You offer him a smile. Rachel holding her smile to herself.

You look over to a few people standing by the poster wall with the new releases and upcoming movies. You can feel them looking at you when you look away and maybe you’re just hyperaware of it because you feel a bit more self-conscious now. You know the blatant bruises are an eye sore and the rest of the tower is just too kind and too used to seeing them to say how bad they look. But, it makes you shift in your shoes, like you’re too exposed again. And you’re aware of all of the people around you which, any other time, would have made you realize the people by the wall probably aren't looking at you and just looking in the same direction but this is now and you can't help but feel like everyone around you knows. Knows someone is probably out there looking for you to finish you off and what happened to you. Gar notices the distant and detached look across your face almost immediately.

"Are you okay?" Gar touches your arm lightly to get your attention. You nod, your eyes darting around everyone and Gar knows something's going on. "We can go grab seats while Jason and Rachel grab the food." Gar offers his hand to you and you take it without any hesitation. "Large popcorn, Smart Water, drink?" Gar looks to you.

You mutter your drink of choice, Jason and Rachel nodding in response.

Gar pulls you from the line and off towards the screening rooms, Jason watching you as you disappear. He feels bad for you because Gar wasn't the only one to notice the sudden look of panic on your face. He's seen it before, felt it, it's not something he ever wishes on anyone but he knows you’re in good hands with Gar.

Meanwhile, Gar gets you into the proper screening room, the lights still partially lit with an advertising message on the screen for the food the theater sells. He lets you pick which row and then sits on your left.

"What's going on?" He asks, keeping his voice in a whisper and quiet, not to let anyone else hear him. It's a weekday so there aren't that many people here, still enough to make you uneasy but not nearly as many as a Friday night or weekend.

"I-I-I don't know." You pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. "I just...I saw people and I thought they were looking at me." You whisper to Gar. "And then everyone was just there, felt claustrophobic and my heart was racing and my hands got all sweaty."

"Sounds like a panic attack."

"Yeah," You nod with a sigh, your hand still locked with Gar's. "I got them a few times before after my mom died and on the streets and then ya know, first few weeks with Jerry. Never really had one in a normal situation before."

"It's new again though." Gar assures you. "It's understandable and there's nothing wrong about it or anything." He offers a sincere smile. "There were a lot of people out there, too. I don't think anyone was looking at you, if it makes you feel any better."

You give a faint cornered smile. "Thank you."

"Did you still wanna see the movie?" Gar asks. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"No." Your voice raises slightly. "I do." You smile fully this time. "I just...don't think I wanna be around so many people like that for a little while. Even when Dick and me went, there were only like five people in the stores so it wasn't a big deal, I guess."

"Okay." Gar squeezes your hand, realizing he's still holding it and your hands are still cold. "We can do this regularly if you want. Seeing a movie here to help you readjust if you think it'll help. I'm sure Jason and Rachel will be cool with it. We can grab the seat and they can get the food."

"I'd really like that." You fell heat rise to your cheeks, looking down and back to him.

"If it doesn't help though, that's okay, too. We'll figure something else out." Gar holds his head high with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, Gar." You suck in a breath, feeling better. The dim light of the theater and lack of more people seems to have helped as did Gar talking to you. "I'm feeling a bit better now."

"Got food." Jason says from the end of the aisle as Rachel goes in first, sitting on the opposite side of Gar.

You and Gar disconnect for the first time since sitting down so you can grab your things. Jason already put your drink in the cupholder before handing you a popcorn. Rachel had Gar's water in hand with her own small popcorn. You all get comfortable in your recliner seats. Jason tilts his back with the footrest popping up while you just lean yours back slightly, pulling your legs up knees bent facing Gar. Gar pulls a knee up as he digs out a bag of Cheez-Its from his pocket making you giggle. His cheeks burn with the sound and he's starting to really love the way your laugh sounds to him. He offers a few Cheez-Its as the lights go down, you taking a few before switching to your popcorn.

The previews play and you’re pretty excited about some of the upcoming movies you saw trailers for. You really missed movies. The idea of not doing anything for two hours besides watching characters on screen is what you consider ultimate peace of mind. Even horror movies bring you that comfort because it's fiction and you’re safe, especially now with the three people that surround you in this movie theater.

The movie plays while you and Gar share popcorn and Cheez-Its, Jason even offering to share some of his nachos if he could have some popcorn. That's one of the reasons Gar asked for the large. Sure, him and you were sharing but he also knew Jason would be stealing some of it. They've gone to see a movie before and despite Jason saying he didn't want popcorn, he absolutely was stealing from Gar's small popcorn the whole movie. Rachel, on the other hand, is completely content with her own popcorn and some of the Sour Patch Kids Gar brought.

About halfway through the movie, Gar, Jason, and you finished off the popcorn, Gar putting the empty bucket by your feet so none of you have to hold it. You have your arm on your armrest, leaning comfortably and toward Gar. He thought maybe you were only sitting like that because it was easier to share the popcorn between you, though not easier for Jason who had to stretch a bit. But, now he kind of thinks either you’re really just that comfortable or maybe, just maybe, you like being a little closer to him. He likes the idea of the second one a lot more. So, he gets the courage from the pit of his stomach, sucking in a breath to reach for your hand. The whole arm move thing is way too ballsy, especially right now, so soon and with Jason and Rachel on either side of you both. He'd never hear the end of it even if you weren’t okay with it.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, sitting a little straighter and focusing a little too much on keeping his attention on the movie, he doesn't even notice you moved your attention to look at you. You appreciate the effort and find it be the cutest thing in the world that he's nervous about it. Maybe it's because this time it's not because he's trying to make you feel better like the previous time but just because he wants to. There's no other reason or purpose and it makes him nervous but you interlock your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze while refocusing your attention on the movie. You can see Gar relax in his seat with a giant smile on his face from the corner of your eyes.

Jason looks over and sees it. It crushes him a bit. He talked to Gar and he's not that big of an asshole to intrude if his friend wants a shot at someone. But it is a little bit of a blow to the ego even if he kind of gets it. He never really had a shot anyway, maybe you're too similar and snarky. So, it hurts a little but at least his best friend seems happy and he does like the banter with you so he can't be too mad since he'd probably end up fucking that up anyway.

The movie ends and the four of you make your way out of the theater. Gar and you keep your hands connected, lazy smiles on both of your faces as you start your walk back to the tower. To feel normal is something that's typically indescribable because it's normal. It's easy, every day, someone wakes up and just lives, does their thing, then goes to bed. Most people just have normal lives and those normal lives are sometimes boring, sometimes exciting but normal. Sleep, school or work, eat, friends, family (or a found family), hobbies. Normal. Day to to day life is just that, normal. But, for you, the idea of a normal life became a thing.

Not something day to day to shrug off but something you described as magical (which you do think is kind of lame but it’s true). Because even in day-to-day life, in a normal life, even if it's boring, it is there and there is happiness and hope and love and fun. Even if the only thing someone does outside of their normal responsibilities is watch tv, that is something that brings that person happiness and fun. A normal life surrounded by normal emotions and actions and activities seemed so magical. An abstract idea of a dream life. To be normal because for so long, you lived in fear of the cops finding you, the Joker getting out of Arkham, Jerry. Nothing was every routine or normal about any of it, even living in Gotham. But right now, walking with your hand in Gar's and laughing as him and Jason mimic a scene from the movie dramatically, you feel normal. Magical, like you’re living in that ethereal dream you felt was so out of reach, you'd fall to your death trying to grasp it. But here you are, happy and content and smiling and you haven't known any of them long, but you feel loved.

And in this moment, normal life, to you, is confirmed to be magical and intoxicating.

Back at the tower, the four of you tell Dick about the movie, completely spoiling the whole thing for him. You took turn at first talking about your favorite parts before it turned into all of you talking at the same time with excitement. Dick found it to be a little overwhelming, being yelled at by 4 of you about a movie he hasn't even seen the first one to. But he also found it to be heartwarming and he had a real sense that this was going to work. The new Titans were going to work this time because all four of you were getting along so well, better than the last month has been. He even kind of feels like a proud dad in a way, watching you all get overly dramatic about the movie and listening to you. He hopes it stays like this.

As the night goes by, the four of you have a training session, you sitting on the sidelines with 3 bottles of Gatorade while you watch. After the training sessions and after a quick shower, Gar meets you in your room, a Nintendo Switch and the dock in hand. He connects it to the TV hanging on your wall while you get comfortable in the middle of the couch. Once everything is set up, Gar sits right beside you, handing you the left controller that has a green tiger print skin on it.

"Okay I have Mario Party, Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros, It Takes Two, Jason normally plays that with me." Gar chuckles softly, scrolling through his games. "Overcooked."

"We can okay Mario Kart." You cut him off. "I had a Wii and I was unbeatable." You hold your head up, prideful smile on your face.

"We'll see about that." Gar huffs, a cocky grin pulling at his lips as he clicks the game.

"I can't beat you at Xbox games but I can beat you at Nintendo game you throw at me."

"I thought you liked PlayStation." Gar teases, selecting a circuit for you to play which of course, includes the harder Rainbow Road.

"I'm a multifaceted person." You quip, rolling your eyes at the selection of Rainbow Road knowing you spent hours just playing that race to make sure you could beat anyone at it.

Gar lets out a laugh. "So am I then!" Gar's smile turns into a smirk. "I do turn into a tiger so."

"Which I still have yet to see by the way!" You yell dramatically as you pick Yoshi.

"Hey! I normally play Yoshi!"

"You should have been faster." You laugh. "I have never used another character, even in Mario Party. The only one I pick differently is Smash Bros."

"Let me guess, Link?"

"Obviously." You chuckle while Gar pick Luigi.

Gar shakes his head. "I'm still gonna beat you though. Even with Luigi." Gar scoots to the edge of the couch, getting in a comfortable position and you can't help but laugh.

You cross your legs, leaning against the back of the couch in a relaxed position. You’re rusty but you’re never one to back down from a Mario Kart competition. Does anyone though?

The two of you hold down the down button on your controllers right at the countdown hits 2 and the race starts. You fly by the bots and each collect a box. Gar gets a banana which makes him groan and you get a green shell. You roll your eyes knowing both of you did not get good power-ups which was to be expected running in first and second place. Gar tosses the banana just to get rid of it and you toss your shell, hitting Gar, surprising yourself. A booming laugh escapes her from behind Gar.

"Seriously!?" Gar yells out, collecting a second box.

"I didn't even mean to." You continue to laugh, missing a second box. "I normally end up running into my own shells."

"How do you even win then?" Gar asks through a laugh.

"Lots of skill, clearly." You squeak as you hit a banana thrown by a bot.

"Sure, that's how it happens." Gar mocks.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." You state, brows knitting together and you know he's going to be harder competition than your previous competition.

As the race goes on, you both continue to get power-ups and occasionally yell about how the bots are unfair, every time you happen to get hit by something a bot threw. But both of you mostly are jokingly yelling at each other whenever one of you hits the other with something. You won the first two races by saving a red shell until the end to hit Gar with. He caught on to your plan quickly and did it to you on the third race to which you called him a cheater. Gar thought it was mostly just funny. With the final rest underway, you lean over and mess with Gar's controller at the last minute allowing you to win.

"THAT IS DEFINITELY CHEATING!" Gar yells, appalled with a giant smile.

"Is NOT!" You stick your tongue out at him.

"HOW?! You moved my hands off of my controller!" Gar yells between laughs.

"I took advantage of a situation which is NOT cheating! It's strategy!" You defend, giggling the whole time, not being able to take yourself seriously.

Gar blinks at you, mouth slightly agape. "That's not a strategy! Rematch!"

Before you can argue, the door opens without a knock and Jason storms in, shutting the door quickly behind him. You and Gar watch him, pausing your argument momentary to see not only why he's here but why he didn't knock.

"Can I help you?" You ask.

"I can hear you in my room!" Jason groans. "You're gonna wake up Dick and we're not gonna be able to train."

"Oops." Gar chuckles.

"Our bad." You give Jason a yikes face.

Jason shakes his head, his stomach twisting at the sight of the two of you comfy on the couch and he could hear the majority of your fake argument. Jason can't really tell if he's jealous of you because he's normally the one that plays Mario Kart with Gar (and definitely cheats to win) or if he's jealous of Gar because he likes just spending time with you but you don't laugh like this around him. It's an odd feeling boiling in his stomach, something he doesn't even quite know how to explain. But, he does his best to ignore it.

"You guys ready then?" Jason asks, hands in his pockets.

Gar and you check your phones, only to realize you've been playing for three hours and it's after two in the morning. You quickly get up, offering Jason an apology before following him to the training room. Jason stands in the center of the room while Gar stands next to you.

The three of you do a few stretches before Jason starts giving directions. To start off, just like every night before this, he wants you at the punching bag to warm up and Gar goes to grab the three of you Gatorade since that's the one thing you forgot this time.  Jason wraps your hands because you insist you don't remember how Jason does it. You do but you like when he does it for you and it seems to make him happy when he does it. It makes him feel needed a little more.

"So, you just get to barge into my room without asking now?" You ask as you hit the bag, glancing at Jason.

Jason lets out a huff. "Not like you were busy. I could hear you."

"Mhm." You hum, taking a few more punches at the bag, the way Jason showed you. "What if you were hearing shit and I was naked?" You quip just to get under his skin.

You spot Jason tense up from the corner of your eyes. "I'd be scarred for fucking life, I guess." Sarcasm drips from his words.

"Oooh, burn." You laugh softly. "Can I barge into your room without knocking?"

"Only if you're okay with seeing me naked, babe." Jason gives you a cornered grin and you stop to narrow your eyes at him.

"I like having eyesight, thanks though, DaRlInG." You give him a smirk before returning your attention to the punching bag.

Jason watches and gives you pointers and he likes this a lot. He feels useful and despite the fact it's only been a week, he's seeing progress in you. You’re determined and smart, he tells you how to do something one time and you’ve got it. It makes him feel like he's actually doing something right here. It's behind Dick's back but if something were to happen to you, at least you have another form of defense on your side and it's because of him.

Gar comes running back in, Gatorade in hand with a heaving chest. You pause, turning to look at him and Jason takes a step forward, both of your faces wrapped in confusion. He gasps for breath before pointing down the hall.

"Dick--"

"What the hell is going on?" Dick comes up behind Gar, arms crossing as he glares at you and Jason by the punching bag.

Jason shifts his weight to his right foot, crossing his arms over his chest instinctively. You keep your face emotionless as you look at Dick just waiting for him to start yelling at you for disobeying him as if he's your dad. Gar looks shameful as he stands just behind Dick.

"Well?" Dick almost yells waiting to a response.

"We're not doing shit, Dick." Jason finally speaks up with a scoff.

"We're just hanging out." Gar chimes in.

"Can't we do that?" You ask.

Dick is being ganged up on by the three of you. He's so disappointed in all of you. You, of course he knew would try to get someone to train tiy behind his back. You’re new and traumatized and everything is all very new to you. He can understand you. But Jason and Gar? Dick made himself clear to the both of them and yet here they are, going behind his back risking you getting injured further.

With Jason, a part of Dick almost expected it because Jason is already a wild child, reckless, doesn't think before he does anything, rebellious. But he's also the oldest and should know better, especially since he seems to actually care about you. But then there's Gar. Gar does what Dick tells him to besides the chores, sometimes he forgets but this? Training you behind his back? Where is that even coming from? He expects so much more from him. From all of you.

And he does not feel like dealing with their lies at two in the morning.

"Didn't I tell you not to train her?" Dick’s attention is trained on Jason. Dick did warn him, specifically not to. Your determination and eagerness was a red flag and he had a suspicion you'd try to convince Jason to train you early.

Gar looks from Dick to Jason and his heart breaks for his best friend. Jason complains sometimes about how he can never do anything right according to Bruce and Dick. He puts all his effort into being Robin and he knows he's good at it but neither of them actually care or notice. It's just always whatever Jason fucked up this time. And now this is another thing. Gar was told not to help and he's right here but Jason is being blamed. It was your idea but Jason is the one in trouble. It makes Gar grit his teeth and bite his tongue.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jason yells back at Dick in just as much disbelief that he's being blamed fully right now as Gar and you.

Your brows are knitted looking in between the boys. You didn't really understand why Jason has an attitude with Dick. You thought he was just like that, you are. Kind of, you have a reason but you’re also just like that. But now you see it. Dick didn't say Bruce was great and Bruce shipped Jason off here and now he's still not good enough for Dick. He's helping you, and safely right now. Why isn't that seen as a good thing? Sure you aren't supposed to be doing this at all, but it was your idea and Jason is just being a good friend.

"Yeah," Dick nods his head. "I told you she's not ready and you go behind my back and risk hurting her. What is wrong with you?"

Jason shakes his head, fists balling at his sides and why is everything he does always so wrong? Why can't these people that he looks up to so fucking much just have something nice to say about him for fucking once?

"Shut the fuck up." You scoff, moving to stand in front of Jason, eyes locked on Dick.

"I told him—"

"So? I bet him, won the bet and this is what I wanted. And Gar is right there but you're only yelling at Jason. You told me multiple times that I wasn't allowed to train but you haven't started yelling at me yet. What? He's the oldest? Has the most experience so you expect more?" You, part of the gifted kids in school, knows exactly where Dick is going.

"Actually, yeah. I expect more."

"Stop expecting so much and you won't be so fucking disappointed." Your face is hard as you glare at him. "He made sure we were all being safe and it was my fucking idea. I manipulated him into helping me. Gar caught us and didn't want to snitch on us and risk getting us in trouble. The only one you have to be mad at right now is me."

Jason's heart warms with you standing up for him. You literally stood in front of him and took the heat. He is at fault because he did go against what Dick said but he doesn't deserve how Dick talks to him. He's never had anyone stand up for him like that. Not here, no in Chicago, not in Gotham. He can handle himself of course but he doesn't feel so alone with you defending him, cold and strong as stone.

Gar has a cornered grin, one Dick can't see with Gar behind him but you can. Jason and Rachel stand up to Dick but not like that and never to defend each other. And Rachel doesn't really get in trouble, she just disagrees with Dick sometimes. But neither of them quite fight Dick the way you do and with you not even knowing him, Gar can't help but find it both admirable and comical. You almost seem fearless even, standing toe to toe with him, with Jason, after everything you’ve been through. He likes that in you.

Dick sighs, looking behind you and to Jason. Jason gives him a cornered smirk, shrugging his head to the right. "Fine, Gar, Jason, bed now." Dick commands.

"Good night, Y/n." Gar states with a wave and a grin.

"Night." Jason mutters but before he leaves with Gar, he offers you a small but thankful smile and a nod from behind Dick and then leaves.

Dick walks over to one of the benches and sits down, holding the bridge of his nose. Now he gets why Bruce only took one kid in at a time. This is way too much work. He understands the stress and chaos he brought on Bruce now because none of you make it easy on him and he knows he wasn't any better than any of you. Bruce definitely wasn't great and he's determined to be better than Bruce was to him, but it's not nearly as easy as he thought it was going to be.

"Gonna kick me out?" You ask, the coldness gone from your voice and is now filled with hesitance.

Dick looks up you, brows furrowing. "What? No." He shakes his head. "Of course not." He lets out a sigh and you shift your weight from your toes to your heels. "Why would you think that?"

You shrug. "I'm new." Your voice is almost nonchalant. "You're pretty mad, I got two of your guys to disobey you." You shrug, trying to act more casual about it than the beating of your heart is saying. A part of you is actually panicking at the idea of getting kicked out. You don't have anywhere else to go.

"I wouldn't kick any of you guys out." Dicks voice isn't filled with anger anymore, instead, it's sad. "Is that why you got them to help you?"

You walk over to him and sit on the bench. "Kind of." You answer honestly. "If I fuck up and you kick me out, I won't have anywhere to go. I don't even know the city. But....the main reason is just," You suck in a breath, feeling too exposed. "I'm afraid of running into Jerry, ya know? I never want him to know what he did worked. But I need to defend myself some other way."

Dick nods, understanding and while he thinks you shouldn't be training. It's clear, you'll just go behind his back and do it anyway. Your reasoning behind doing it is sound at least.

"Jason wasn't doing anything wrong. I didn't get hurt or anything, not any more than I already am and Gar was just the look out, we didn't even want him involved." You continue.

"You're really taking full responsibility for it?" Dick asks.

"It is my responsibility. My idea, my plan." You nod just once. "Why?"

"You don't seem the type to take the fall for other people."

"Well, it's true."  Your hands are clasped in your lap as you look down to your shoes.

"Yeah but you seem the type to save your ass regardless, especially if something that big is on the line." Dick watches you carefully.

You do not give him the impression that you rat people out. You do, however, give him the impression you would if your life or something significant was on the line. He thinks you’d try to talk yourself out of it but eventually, if it looked a little too bleak, you’d flip and save yourself. But, clearly, he misread you.

You scoff, scrunching your face. "Let's get one thing straight, I am not a fucking narc, Dickolas." You huff, taking full offense to what he said as you look back to him. "And, I do happen to care about the both of them quite a bit so I'd never narc on them, no matter what."

"Both, huh?" Dick chuckles, shaking his head knowing this will probably cause an issue later that he'll end up having to solve which is not where he saw life going.

"Mhm." You hum, sensing Dick growing uncomfortable. "You don't wanna hear about it."

"Yeah, the less I know, probably the better when it comes to that." Dick laughs, a bit relieved. "Well, I guess you can start training tomorrow then." Dick caves because if you’re going to do it behind his back, he might as well let you train. Getting caught isn't going to stop you and Jason, he is almost completely certain of that.

"Wait. What? Why?" You shake your head.

"You're going to do it anyway." Dick lets out a sigh.

"Sweet, thanks." You give him a grateful smile. "I am fine, for the record. You have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, alright." Dick nods his head, not sure he completely believes you but has no other choice now.

"Well, can I go to bed then?"

"Don't let either of them drag you down, if you need to...narc, do it." Dick warns.

"Nah." You chuckle, standing up. "They'd kill someone and I'd help hide the body."

"You've known them two weeks!"

"When you know, you know." You nod once, smirking at Dick who sucks in a breath, tired of this. "Goodnight, Richard."

"Don't call me that!"

"Dickolas." You chortle, leaving the training room, an exasperated Dick left behind.

You walk down the hallway toward the bedroom and you feel a sense of relief. You knew you would get caught eventually. Dick isn't stupid, especially having been Robining for however long that was a thing. You’re smart enough to think ahead of what the authority figure will say when you get caught. You knew he'd be pissed though you didn't plan for him to blame Jason. You did have a whole speech begging Dick to let you stay which you’re pretty happy you didn't have to use. It's not manipulation. Everything you planned to say was true but you planned it so you'd be prepared. You swore you would never be unprepared again.

And, you feel a lot better knowing that Gar and Jason wouldn't rat you out either. You wouldn't have blamed either of them if they had pointed the finger at you. But they didn't. Jason took most of the heat when it wasn't his fault. It's comforting knowing they have your back, even if it's only against Dick. You know you can trust them.

As the rooms come into view, you see both of their doors open which catches you by surprise. You were sure that with Dick being so pissy, they'd both have listened but nope. You reach Jason's room first, where the light is still on and he's seated in one of the chairs, scrolling through his phone.

"What're you doing?" You ask, Jason shooting up from his seat with a gasp.

"Fuck." He grits his teeth, looking at you holding in a laugh. "What?"

"What're you doing? Thought you'd have listened to him." You lean against the doorframe.

"Nah." He scoffs walking over to the door. "I don't listen to Dick.

"Mmm." You hum, raising your brows. "Noticed."

Jason smiles, licking his lip. "How pissed is he?"

You shrug a shoulder. "Calmed him down, I'm very good at pissing people off and calming them the fuck down."

"Right." Jason shakes his head.

"Start training tomorrow so." You hold your head up high.

"How the fuck did you get him to agree to that?" Jason’s voice is impressed.

"Basically, he said that if I'm going to do it behind his back anyway, he might as well let me train while being supervised." You give him a cornered grin, proud of yourself.

"Wow." Jason raises his brows. "Welcome to the club, I guess then."

"Yeah? Sad kids beating the shit out of each other club? Perfect." You mock.

Jason huffs. "Yeah, something like that." He sucks in a breath, his cheeks starting to ache from the smile plastered across his face. "Thanks for taking the heat from Dick."

"Please." You roll your eyes. "Think I'd narc on you or Gar? Fuck no." You scoff.

"Yeah, why's that?" The question is a taunt.

He knows Gar is into you but he can't help. It just came out and it's so natural with you which is weird to him because he doesn't actually think he has a shot. Not just because of Gar but because he's him. Why would someone like you be into someone him? But he said it anyway and now he's waiting for you to say some sarcastic, snide remark that both will hurt and make him laugh.

You know what he's doing and you think it's cute. You can feel the heat creeping onto your face and you’re trying your best to have a quick snarky remark but you have none. It's all blank in your head and maybe that's part of why you like him. Jason is the only one that can make you forget a smart-ass comment because he's a bit too quick-witted. When Gar makes you speechless, it's because he makes you feel wanted, something you haven't felt in a long time. Jason makes you feel like you’re being punched in the stomach with an adrenaline bomb.

"Hm." You hum. "Wouldn't you like to know." You wiggle your brows at him.

"Yeah, I would." Jason challenges you.

You push yourself off the doorframe, not willing to commit to whatever you’re feeling out loud. "We don't always get what we want, Jason Todd." You tease before turning on your heels, going to leave.

"Y/n!" Jason calls, catching you by your wrist, not enough to grab you, just enough to pull your attention back. You spin back, giant smile plastered on your face. "C'mon, not gonna tell me?"

If you had worse judgment, you would be walking right back to him but you have fairly decent judgment most of the time and that would make a mess you'd have to clean up. You don't want to mess anything up or even commit to anything like that at the moment. One mess at a time.

You laugh softly and you have this sinister grin that makes Jason want to pull you right into his room. "Maybe one day." You taunt. "Goodnight, Jay." You spin back around, Jason walking in between the doorframe to watch you and you don't even go into your room. You bypass it and go to Gar's. But, the nickname swims in his head, over and over like his favorite song. And he has no idea what he's getting himself into with you but he does know it's a lot of fun and he's always liked taking risks. You’re a risk.

Gar, like Jason, is seated in of the chairs by the TV but he's on a laptop watching YouTube when you knock on his door. He looks over at you, offering you a sweet smile before welcoming you. He's been worried about you since he left you with Dick. He was really mad and while Gar knows he wouldn't actually do anything besides maybe give you extra chores or not let you train longer, he was still worried for how you would take it. He knows this is something you really want and he doesn't think Dick should punish you or withhold it from you.

"How'd it go?" Gar asks.

"Fine, I get to start training tomorrow." You beam at him.

"Really?" Gar asks with surprise but a smile stretches across his face. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah," You smile shyly. "I'm surprised, actually. Thought he was gonna like kick me out or something."

Gar shakes his head. "He wouldn't do that. I don't think he'd kick any of us out, even if we killed someone honestly. He just worries about us." Gar explains, sounding a little annoyed with the last sentence.

"Yeah, that's what he said." You scrunch your nose. "Thanks for not ratting me out. I know, it was my idea and you weren't actually involved, but thanks anyway."

"Of course," Gar chuckles softly. "I wouldn't rat you out." He gives you a wide smile.

"Thank you." Your cheeks burn again and you realize you’re in so deep with Gar and Jason.

They just make you feel so drastically different, you don't even know what to do. You wish you could ask your mom. You know exactly what your mom would say. She would tell you that if you like them equally, to either not do anything about it, to not hurt either of them. Or, she would tell you to go with Gar because he's safer and nicer and softer. Jason is rough around all of his edges and shows no signs of slowing down for even the smallest of breaths. Gar would be good for you, good for you mentally and emotionally and for your healing. Jason would encourage every fire-filled thought you have which isn't always the best option. You know that but that's what makes them both fun. Gar is fun in terms of comfort and safety. But Jason is fun in terms of adrenaline and chaos. But, you can't tell Gar that because that just seems cruel.

"I wouldn't rat you out either." You say softly.

"Thank you." Gar chuckles quietly.

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes and you like it. Sitting with Gar is the only time you can get your brain to stop thinking so much. Just being around him, calms everything down. There isn't this pressure around him to be anything besides just yourself. You don't have to put on a show or an act. Gar just lets you be and you’ve never had someone where you felt like that with. It's always been something, a protective layer, an extra layer of sarcasm, a wall, something but Gar just lets you exist in peace. And you don't want it to end because you’re still terrified of your own nightmares.

"Hey, Gar." You pull Gar's attention from a wildlife documentary he was watching.

"Yeah?" He asks, pausing the video and looking to you.

"C-c-can...can I...can I sleep in here... tonight?" You ask, holding your breath with every word.

Gar's brows raise with surprise but his face softens and he gives you a gentle smile. There's a swelling of pride in his chest with the question. He always aims to make people feel comfortable around him. He never wants anyone to feel anything less than comfortable or like themselves around him. Gar isn't one to judge or care as long people are nice and genuinely try to be good people, that's all that's ever mattered to him. Maybe he's too idealistic for the world, but he thinks everyone deserves a place of safety and comfort.

"Uh, yeah." Gar nods quickly. "Of course." Gar shuts the laptop. "I can take one of the chairs or the floor." He gets up, walking over to the bed to grab one of his blankets and a pillow.

"Um...y-you don't have to...unless you want to." You suck in a breath, chewing the inside of your cheeks.

Gar pauses, standing straight up before turning to face you. "A-are you sure? I, uh, I don't mind."

"I'm sure." You give him a shy smile. "I'm gonna change and then I'll be back." You get up. "Thank you."

Gar nods once and as you leave, he gains the biggest smile he's ever had. You make him feel so bubbly and happy. He knows you’re going through a lot right now and that's okay. He doesn't mind taking it slow and figuring out what you're doing because you're just hanging out and he doesn't expect you to be ready for anything for a while. And, if he's being honest, he sees the way you flirt with Jason and the way Jason flirts with you. If you told him tomorrow, it was Jason, he wouldn't be surprised and would accept the friendship you're building. But, he's hoping that won't happen because it would hurt.

You’re funny and cute and smart, Gar likes your sarcasm and quick-wit. He likes that you’re strong, not because you were forced but because that's just who you are. No one forced you not to go into the system, you made the choice on your own to opt to avoid it. You put on this brave face even in pain and while maybe you shouldn't, there is something Gar admires about you for it. You’re nothing if not determined and stubborn and he likes those things about you.

You come back a few minutes later, the forest green hoodie and pajama pants covering you fully. Gar offers you a smile from the bed, where he's just sitting not sure how you wanted to approach this. You give him a shy and sheepish smile before shutting the door and walking over to him.

"Uh...what side do you want?" You ask.

"Oh," Gar's eyes widen while he looks behind him. Normally, he sleeps on the left side but this is you and he figures maybe you won't want the side closest to the door. "I'll take this side." Gar says from his seat on the right side.

You smile at him before walking to the other side of the bed and sitting down. "You would have a tiger print comforter." You chuckle softly and the blanket is really soft.

"I like tigers." Gar defends, spinning around and bringing his legs onto the bed.

"I still wanna see you turn into a tiger." You state, positioning the pillow behind you to a comfortable spot.

"I can ask Dick if I can show you tomorrow." Gar offers.

"Please!" You exclaim. "I bet it's fucking awesome."

Gar laughs. "Yeah, I think it's cool." Gar gets a little shy talking about it. He thought people would think he's a freak for it.

"It's cool that you turn into a green animal and my hands turn green when I do the acid thing." You show your palm to him, glowing green as you move your fingers.

Gar chuckles softly, watching the neon color fade. "Does it hurt?" He asks.

You shake your head. "No, just feels warm." You pause for a second and the acid thing feels....personal

It's your thing. This is one thing you can do that no one besides the people in the tower knows about. But, none of them know the extent or exactly how it works. The only one who even knows a sliver of it is Dick and that was an accident, both times. It just feels personal and you don't want to share it with anyone because it's yours. But then there's Gar and you do want to share it with him.

"Wanna feel?" You offer, your voice just above a whisper.

"You're not...gonna burn me are you?" He asks nervously.

"No." You shake your head.

"Okay." Gar nods, completely facing you, not sure how you plan to not burn him.

Your palm of your right hand starts glowing and you make a strong fist. You sit like that for just a few seconds before scooting closer to Gar. Your legs are crossed as you sit just an inch away from him and you place your fist against his chest, keeping your palm covered. Warmth spreads around your fist, right against his chest where his heart is. You can feel his heartbeat against your fingers and it's beating a million beats a second. You can't tell if it's because he's nervous about the possibility of being burned or entertained by the whole thing. But it's beating fast and so is yours. All Gar can feel is warmth, no burning or stinging. Just warm like a heating pad. He stares at you, amazed by it and he doesn't know how you even knew you could do that.

"How, uh, how did you know you could do that without burning me?" He asks as you pull your hand away, the green fading.

"My hands get cold so that's how I warm them up. I tried it on myself my first night here, it didn't burn." You explain but keeps your position. “But, if I use my palm, I can burn myself. A flaw for my palms to be the only exclusion from being burned but yeah.”

"That's pretty awesome." Gar smiles at you.

Your cheeks burn with his admiration. "Thank you." You pause for a second. "So," You lean back, laying down on the pillow and you can smell Gar on the pillow. You never realized how good he smells and it makes you smile. He smells like strawberries mixed with something nonspecific, not like toothpaste or vanilla or honey, but just warm. Like how home used to smell. Nothing specific, just warm. "Wanna tell me about your parents?" You ask.

There's s glint in Gar's eyes with the question. No one's asked about them. He gets it, of course, it's a bit of a sore subject for everyone. Rachel's mom wasn't even her real mom and her real mom basically traded her, and tried to kill Gar, for Trigon. Jason's parents are either dead, Dicks parents are dead. Everyone has parental issues here so he gets it. But...he always had a good relationship with his parents before they died and he misses them a lot. He wishes he could talk about them more but he always feels like it'll make everyone else sad for what they miss or what they could have had even for a short time while their parents were alive. But now you’re asking and a part of him feels ready to burst in a puddle of warm water.

"Uh, yeah." He smiles, leaning back on his elbow, facing you. "I don't know where to start." His smile is so big as he shakes his head, eyes darting up to pull from memory. "They were really cool ya know? Even then I thought that, I never told them though. But they were humanitarians and just wanted to help anyone that they could. They were big wildlife lovers, too. We lived on a reserve." Gar beams while you hang onto every word. "I guess that's where I get it from." Gar chuckles softly, looking back at you.

"I think you get a lot from them then." You give him a soft smile.

"Yeah, I guess." Gar shrugs, a little bit of sadness encompassing his heart. "They were strong, too. They, uh, they wouldn't stop caring for other people until they actually couldn't get out of bed anymore." Gar sucks in a breath, eyes widening as he remembers how bad it got towards the end. "They tried to protect me from it, they always looked out for me and made sure I was okay. I know they felt guilty for not being able to protect me from whatever the hell that disease was."

"But you were saved." You assure him. "I'm sure that's a relief, wherever they are."

"Yeah," Gar nods. "Um..." He shakes his head. "My dad was a pilot." Gar doesn’t want to talk about the sadness of it all. It hurts a little too much.

"A pilot?" You ask, gaining an enthusiastic smile.

"Yeah!" Gar explains, the happiness coming back into his smile before he leans over you, partially crushing you as he grabs something from the other nightstand. "Sorry." Gar apologizes bashfully. "This is them." He hands you a framed picture of a younger Gar and his parents in front of a plane. Gar isn't much younger but younger nonetheless and he looks just like both of his parents. Even now with the green hair. He has his mom's eyes and his dad's smile.

You smile at the picture, feeling the burning in the back of your eyes at the thought of your own mom. "You guys were such a cute family." You say, holding the picture tightly. "Your mom was so fucking pretty."

"Thanks." Gar watches you look over the picture and he doesn't share it much. He doesn't hide it, it's out on display for everyone to see but no one ever asks and Gar doesn't tell. But talking about them, like they were in the next room, makes Gar feels close to them again. In a way, it hurts a lot more than he thought it would but in a different way, it makes him so happy because he loved his parents and he wants to talk about the good parts of them. "Mom was a cook in Congo. That's what she did."

"No shit." You say, still holding the picture. "That's really cool."

"Yeah, she loved helping people."

"Mm." You hum. "Sounds familiar." You give Gar a joking smile.

Gar chuckles softly. "Maybe I take after her a little more."

"What about the video games? Did they get you into them?" You ask as you hand the picture, gently, back to Gar.

"Kind of, I think." His brows furrow. "We didn't play much but sometimes, my dad would play with me. But it really wasn't until I went to Doom Manor that I got into it. I wasn't allowed to leave."

"Ahh," You nod with understanding. "Escapism."

"Basically." Gar's smile falls. "But yeah," He sucks in a breath, forcing s smile back onto his face. "They were really great. I don't get to talk about them much."

"You can tell me about them whenever you want. I like hearing about them." Your smile is small but genuine.

"Really?"

"Of course." Your smile grows with your words.

"Okay, how about your mom?" Gar asks.

"Well," You clear your throat, finding the strength to talk about her. You realize, you haven't talked about your mom since she died. Not in detail, or about anything that didn't have to do with her death. Avoidance is clearly your thing. "She was, weirdly enough, a wildlife vet for the zoo in Gotham." You laugh softly.

"That's awesome!" Gar yells.

"Yeah, it was cool because sometimes I got to go when an animal was about to give birth cause they had the cameras and everything. I watched a zebra give birth once and that was so fucking gross but awesome. Then, I got to pet it like a week later when the mom was more comfortable with people being around the baby. I didn't get to do it often because I mean, wild animals, but every once in a while I got to. My mom always taught me about the different animals." You ramble the words quickly, happiness seeping into every word.

"Ya know, that's cool, right? Like hanging out with a baby zebra? Having your own version of Steve Irwin."

"You would be a Steve Irwin fan." You chuckle. "I mean same." You say quickly. "But yeah, no it was really cool."

"What else?" Gar asks.

"She was kind and funny. I didn't take after her very much in the kind department sometimes but she always was. To everyone, even if they sucked. She always said that everyone deserves kindness."

"She's right." Gar chuckles.

"Mmmm." You hum, scrunching your nose in disagreement. "Not everyone. That's too idealistic."

"Yeah, maybe, but most people at least deserve it." Gar says. "What else?"

"Uh...." You stutter trying to think of more. "She was....incredible, ya know?" You shake your head, scrunching your nose as if trying to find the right words. "I mean, she was...strong. I think I only saw her cry once and uh, it was when my dad showed up. I was 10 and had never met him before, never even saw him. No pictures or anything. He came by and my mom checked the window before rushing me off to my room. I snuck back out of course and hid around the corner while she opened the door. He was high as a fucking kite and just yelling at her. Saying some cruel ass shit and bringing me into it and she just stood there. She was a lot shorter than him but she never hesitated. Nothing, not a whimper or anything, she blocked him from entering the house, threatened him without a waver in her voice and he left. She cried after, of course but I remember that day so vividly because I think that was the day I realized she was my hero, ya know? Everyone thinks Batman and Superman are cool. Batman has cool gadgets and Superman has all of these superpowers but my mom? She stood up to some piece of shit addict who could have killed her on the spot. She did everything in her power to always protect me, no matter what. She was my hero."

Gar offers you a soft smile, his eyes just as soft and warm. "She sounds amazing." His voice is soft and it makes you want to melt right into him.

"She was." You try to hold back tears. "I wish I could tell her about you. She would've liked you."

Gar is hesitant but he moves his hand over yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand. "My parents would have liked you, too." His voice is sad and soft.

You move your hand out from under Gar’s but only to grab your phone from your hoodie pocket. You go onto the Instagram app that you already downloaded. You don't give a single fuck what anyone is actually up to or posting about anymore. Not when your life has been so shitty lately. It's all fake bullshit anyway. But, you do have pictures on your Instagram that you want. You scroll down two rows to find a picture of you and your mom.

"That's us." You hand Gar your phone and a smile comes to his face.

"You look just like her." Gar beams.

"Thank you." Your voice is shy as Gar moves to lie on his back, still holding your phone.

"Can I...scroll?" Gar asks and you roll your eyes and smiles at him, scooting closer to him.

"Sure, but don't make fun of anything." You state, resting your head on his shoulder. Gar repositions, bringing his arm around you while he holds the phone in the other hand so you can both look.

Gar scrolls to the top where he sees a picture of the movie tickets for Get Out. Gar puts the pieces together and realizes this was the last movie you saw in theaters, the last time your life was normal. It was the night your mom died. But he scrolls past it, choosing not to ask anything about it. The next few down were just some pictures of textbooks, some of Gotham covered in fog, a picture of graffiti with an unhelpful caption on if it was yours or not. He passes the picture of you and your mom and get to a picture of you and another girl with dark hair, covered in paint.

"Who’s this?" Gar asks.

"She was my best friend. We had a paint war at her house." You smile at the picture.

You miss her, a lot but you won't reach out. How are you supposed to explain that you didn't reach out because you were held captive and tortured? How are you supposed to explain that you ran away from the last people that cared about you because you were scared of ruining their lives? That's too much and it's too big of a reminder of your old life. You aren't that person anymore and you don't think you ever will be, reaching out to her would be a sick and cruel reminder of that.

"Have you talked to her since you've been back?" Gar asks and he feels you shake your head. He looks down at you and he wishes you would. You have them now and that won't change, but that was a huge part of your life. You deserve to have it back. "Why not?"

"Too hard." You say simply. "I think I will one day but not now, not for a while."

"Okay." Gar sucks in a breath. "You know, you deserve to have parts of your old life back. When you're ready, of course." Gar clarifies.

"Thank you, Gar." You snuggle in closer to him and Gar pulls you closer. "You deserve to be happy." You sigh against him and the comment catches Gar off guard but he knows why you said it. The overcaring part of him seems to overcompensate. He squeezes you against him, rubbing your arm gently.

After only a few minutes, you fall asleep with your arm around Gar's torso and your head on his chest. Gar doesn't even notice at first, he's pretty invested in your Instagram, seeing who you were before everything, what you look like without the bruising. What your interests are. Sure, you played up social media like most people do, but none of it was overly fake. You really does love the movies, shows, and music your posted. But your Instagram neglected any sign of negativity. Nothing about your dad or even a bad grade on a test. It's nice for Gar because he only knows you as someone who oozes trauma and heartbreak and sadness. Seeing who you present to the world before, warms Gar's heart because he knows you'll get at least some of that back one day.

When Gar does notice you’ve fallen asleep, a soft smile pulls at his lips. He exits the app and locks your phone, bending awkwardly to put it on his nightstand on his side. He hasn't known you long but he finds himself wanting more moments like these as he carefully wraps his other arm around your waist. He wants more moments where you can talk about your families before the trauma happened. You have a lot going on but you make him happy, make him feel comfortable. In a way, you kind of remind him of what home used to feel like. He can't put his finger on why, but that's what you remind him of. Maybe it's because, while you’re secretive and guarded, you’re also completely yourself in all your sarcastic glory. You just make him feel happy so he cuddles up with you and finds himself falling asleep within minutes.

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[katnissmellarkkk]

morning in bed snuggles I just want TENDERNESS

Sorry this is way different from what I originally planned to write when you sent me this request like 6 months ago but uh???? I’m like 99.9 percent sure you’ll like it??? Idk I’m feeling sentimental today so here’s what we got 🥰🥰🥰🥰. Sorry it’s such a short drabble but I think the sweetness of the content makes up for the lack of length 😏😘.

“I should get up,” I whisper, squinting up at my husband as rays of sunlight, beaming in from the window, obstruct my view of his face.

“No,” he says without opening his eyes, burying his face deeper into where my shoulder and neck meet. He presses a kiss right where his mouth resides, over the top of my heart. “Stay here with me,” he urges. His voice, thick with sleep, makes the plea near impossible to refuse.

“I haven’t hunted in days,” I remind him though.

“I don’t care. We’ll make biscuits and cheesebuns later for dinner. I just want the morning with my girls.” As if to reinforce his words, his hand moves to my slightly swollen, naked stomach, rubbing it back and forth in slow circles. Slow circles that could be either sensual or soothing.

“It might not be a girl,” I say, in a voice that could be mistaken for a complain. By anyone else. Anyone who doesn’t know me the way Peeta does. Anyone who hasn’t seen me through almost every majorly phase of my life, through every major high or low I’ve ever had.

But he does know me and he recognizes my tone for what it is. Not irritation but fear. Nerves. Anxiety.

“It’s definitely a girl,” he says, moving his head upwards and planting an open mouth kiss on my cheek. “Me and you are going to have a little girl in just a few months,” he promises, causing me to smile. Just a little, just a small upturn of my mouth, but it’s something. It’s something that only Peeta can bring out of me.

And then I voice the concern that’s truly on my mind. “Do you really believe everything’s going to be okay?” I ask quietly, my eyes staring deeply into his cornflower gaze, reveling in their beauty.

In the back of my mind, I find myself silently hoping my child, boy or girl, inherits the pretty color of their father’s irises.

“Katniss.” He says my name in the softest sigh, like a prayer or a vow. “I know everything’s going to be fine. I promise.”

He is more than aware of every hidden meaning, buzzing in the undercurrent of my question. I’m not just asking if the baby’s deliver will go as planned, I’m not just asking if the rest of my pregnancy will go smoothly. I’m asking if my baby — our baby — will be alright in this world. If they’ll be happy and healthy and safe.

And there’s no way he could possibly know for sure, there’s no way anyone could ever promise me the joy and safety of my child, but when he tells me that everything will be okay, that our child will have all the happiness and love in the world, all the protection and security we never did, for a moment I actually believe him.

For a split second I actually believe what he says. And that means more than I could ever say. More than I could ever thank him for.

I lean up and kiss his chin, forgetting about the woods and hunting and trading altogether. Forgetting about everything that’s not me and him and our little baby growing inside my belly as we speak.

“I love you, Katniss,” he whispers softly, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

“Love you,” I mumble into his kiss, getting lost in the sensation as it grows and builds lower and lower throughout me.

“And I love our baby,” he adds, his hand coming to rest on my lower stomach as my mouth travels the circuit to his neck, my legs twisting around his waist.

His hands move then, exploring places of my body so familiar to him after all these years. And just as the feeling begins to take over, just as I feel the fire coursing beneath my skin grow to it’s fullest height, I have one last coherent thought.

I love this life we’ve created together.

[rottentiger-art]

I’m a grown woman obsessed with Logan and Quinn suddenly again like a 12 year old after that trailer. And I have some thoughts. We have possible outcomes that I can see based on the limited scenes we got. The bad case: they get engaged off screen and announce it to Zoey over FaceTime like we saw in the trailer. Then Quinn does a runner on the wedding day (we do get a shot of her running in a wedding dress), and the wedding ends up being about chase and Zoey getting back together. We see Logan has a headset on in pretty much every shot, including when he’s standing at the alter (wtf Logan?). Maybe Quinn sees this, and panics, and thinks money and work will come before her so she runs. Eventually they end up back together, and we then get that shot of him proposing again and promising it won’t happen (with Zoey there, why 🙄) and we are left with the implication they’ll get married eventually. It’s also the 1 scene between the two of them where he isn’t wearing his headset which adds value to the whole he’s a workaholic thing and Quinn’s had enough. The thing that makes me confused is that Quinn is 100% already wearing her engagement ring in that shot, and Logan 100% has jewellery in that box. The better option: Logan is jokingly giving her some jewellery in a ring box, and her nodding is just a weird cut to something else he said (I.e., not accepting a proposal). That scene is weird as well because Zoey’s 2 best friends of almost 20 years are getting engaged, Quinn is nodding yes and Zoey looks confused and worried. The confusing thing about it is Quinn’s hair is short, but it is long for every other shot. Cause Quinn and Logan look different in that shot to the rest of the movie, I was hoping that perhaps it’s a flashback to when they got engaged many years ago and it has just been a really long engagement. So when they tell Zoey over FaceTime, it’s not about getting married it’s about them finally setting a date? But that doesn’t tie into why Quinn has an engagement ring on already. Regardless of how it happens I know they’ll 100% end up together but I don’t want them to be plot devices to Zoey and chase. I may be losing my mind over this. I need a break but had to share my obsessive thoughts with someone.

oh man, where do I start. I'm also a grown person obsessed with a ship from my childhood. I said it a lot of times heheh but Quogan was my first ship and the first fanfic I ever read was about them. I didn't know what a fanfic was and really thought that was some deleted scene or something XD.

I would hate to if they don't get married at the end, that would be so disappointing, but it would not ruin the ship for me, I'd simply not consider the movie canon and make/read a fic fixing that lol.

I am bothered by Zoey being there for the proposal/or whatever that was, because ugh can we, please, have something? without her? please? I never cared about her character (or anyone aside from Logan and Quinn, really) So I hope they don't make that moment about them.

I do hope it's a flashback, but like you said, the ring makes it not make sense.

I was also wondering about Logan's headset, I thought it was more of him being a bridezilla and controlling the whole wedding and making it all about himself, excluding Quinn unintentionaly lol.

I need to rewatch the show to refresh my memory about the characters, it's been years after all. I never saw Logan as the workaholic kind, but I could be wrong or he could have changed, idk.

Either way, all I hope right now is that they end up together. If they decide marriage is not for them, I'll accept it as long as they don't separate. God please don't let that happen. Tho I won't deny I would be pissed, since they are advertising this using their wedding as a bait and for them to not give us that at the end? very shady. We would be quoganbaited lol.

Speaking of that, I too don't want them to be a plot device for Zoey and Chase. I can't stress enough how much I don't care about them. And I understand the movie is about finally getting them together, but please, let us have Quogan in peace. The two ships can co-exist without overshadowing the other (despite one being clearly superior ehem)

feel free to keep sending asks or dm me if you wish, I love talking about quogan.

[spaceagebachelormann]

dex dizznee headcanons

★ mars thoughts — alternate title is dex (marlees version) <3

★ warnings — theres like. a mention of the maze runner so spoilers for the death cure (book/movie 3)!!

★ m. list || kotlc m.list || navigation

okay so

he is actually the funniest and most sarcastic person ever

he can’t go five minutes without making fun of something or someone (affectionately) or saying something that makes the whole room burst out laughing

HE IS DATING KEEFE!! KEEFEX IS REAL

actually no scratch that he’s simultaneously dating both jensi and keefe it’s polyamory <3

also btw he has a super great music taste (the banner for these hcs <3)

like mainly he listens to old songs sophie showed him, mainly sad ones

his favourite artists are frank sinatra, brenda lee, nat king cole, elvis presley, elton john, ABBA, david bowie, joan jett, TLC, october country, madonna, weezer….

but he also likes some newer artists!! like taylor swift, lana del rey, clairo, mac demarco and stuff like that :))

he shamelessly lovingly bullies people for this music tastes, telling them “your homework is to listen to some real music. get inspired.” (THE BANNER) and hands them a list of artists he listens to that he basically just carries around for the purpose of that

btw he’s the kotlc equivalent of irish. i dare you to tell me otherwise.

he gets it from keslers side of the family, and he owns a kilt but will never ever EVER wear it because according to him “it’s a disgrace to humanity”

his accent always makes people laugh, like because all of his friends have either no accent or different accents it doesn’t really come out with them, but sometimes it’ll poke through and people will laugh

or they’ll ask him to read some insane sentence in his accent and he’ll do it because he loves it when people laugh cause he did/said something funny

also this guy is PETTY and JEALOUS and has slight ANGER ISSUES that he picked up from fitz

real quick: separate hc that dex picks up stuff from his friends without realizing it

he once went and rewrote a whole essay just to prove a point to fitz

and he once filled keefes shoes with rice because he talked to sophie for 6 minutes and dex for 3

and he once got pissed than his shoes were muddier than usual

i love flawed dex

k moving on

remember when i said he’s always making fun of people affectionately?? yeah i have more to add about that

like he’s still very funny and known for his loving bullying, but he knows exactly what and what not to say and when or when not to say it

he genuinely cares about the people around him, and when they need to. uh. idk talk to someone?? he’s there and knows exactly what to say and waits for an opportunity to say something mean, but in a way that it’s clearly a joke and will cheer the person up a bit

now, if he made the person upset, he immediately feels terrible and tries to make it right cause he’s able to admit when he made a mistake

if someone else made that person upset, they better pray he never finds their ass because they will be in tears by the time he’s done making fun of them

he’s rlly good at pinpointing who likes who, who doesn’t like who, and can also easily tell who likes him and he considers this his superpower

one time he gripped biana on the shoulders and said “biana. you like sophie.” and then did the same to sophie later

also this mf is BLIND. he refuses to wear glasses because he doesn’t like the way he looks with them

but he wears contacts

and he will never tell anyone this.

he can’t cook for shit, but he CAN bake!! because it has fractions and he’s good at math

he kinda just makes cupcakes and brownies because their keefes and jensi’s favourites

he has been known to blast the mamma mia soundtrack and/or evermore at 2am

his favourites are dorothea and SOS

oh btw i know if said the dizznees have hooked noses before, and i stand by it.

doesn’t matter what you say, the dizznees with the exclusion of kesler and inclusion of edaline, have hooked noses

and he is not! insecure about it! he likes his nose because according to him, he can, “smell everyone’s bullshit from a mile away”

he doesn’t read a lot, but when he does it’s hard to get him to stop

most of them are human books sophie has on her bedside table

he likes murder mysteries and dystopian novels <33

specifically the maze runner and a good girls guide to murder

he sent sophie a 8 page long double sided paragraph about how angry he was when (MAZE RUNNER SPOILERS) newt died

and another one that was even longer about how much he loves ravi singh

his room is almost always messy

he doesnt have the patience (or enough ability to care enough) to clean it

tbh dex seems like one of them mfs who kisses peoples cheeks as a greeting/goodbye.

like he’ll lean in and just mwah <3 and then he says bye/hi like it’s nothing

he’s very big on platonic kisses

ALSO HES SUPER CLOSE WITH HIS MOM

can be classified as a mommas boy

if dex knows something, juline knows it too and cue the judgemental stares

oh btw he’s either 5’5 at the tallest or 5’9 at the shortest

all the dizzneses are just rlly fuckin tall. not including kesler. tall juline is love tall juline is life.

in my head, and because shannon canonically said at one point that dex was tall, and he’s tall in the official art, he’s a little shorter than fitz

but like only by a little

fitz is 5’11 and 1 cm

dex is 5’10 and 3 cms

yes fitz holds a ruler over his head when they argue

he also adores flowers

sometimes he’ll grab one of his siblings or parents or maybe even one of his friends and they just go on a walk somewhere he can collect a shit ton of flowers

he makes bouquets for his friends and says something mean as he hands it to them

idc what you say he has curly hair he gets from kesler

one time he fucked up while he was messing with something and it had purple streaks for a week

he actually didn’t look that bad but he never lets anyone bring that week up

i always pictured him with light blue eyes but. listen imagine him with dark eyes

when he gets excited you can see them light up and become all sparkly and glittery

that works for both light and dark eyes but shhhh

a huge lover of the 60s-70s era

mainly the early 70s

oh and he sleeps with 8 million stuffed animals thanks for coming to my ted talk

taglist: @literaturewithliz / @presidentroarie

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Ok so idk if it’s been asked before but what if s/o just happened to come home with like a kitten or puppy? Or maybe some exotic animal since some rogues like Harley like hyenas and such?

Like s/o just gives them the biggest sad eyes and explained they found this poor creature on the streets or that it followed them home. And they swear to the rogue they’ll take full responsibility for it and care for it themselves. The rogue doesn’t have to do anything, they SWEAR it. Maybe the s/o is slightly childish so the rogue isn’t sure about this?

Riddler and any other rogues you wanna throw in pls? 🥺 Just wanna add thank you for everything you write, it’s all so sweet and adorable 🥰

Thank you so so much 🥺❤️ I appreciate your kind words of support!

Pets

The Riddler: That is a big old nope and no you won't change his mind even with the pouting. The closest he'll tolerate is a cat...and that's still a big old nooo. Bad memories of a certain feline foe. He actually somewhat tolerated cats before her. So yeah, this guy isn't budging on any kind of pet. Not even a gold fish because even that will take up some kind of space. Now give it to a shelter. Actually if its a cat, he'll tell you to hand it over. He'll give it to Selina. She picks up strays all the time. Anything else is going. Yes, that includes rats- why do you think he likes rats so much?

Scarecrow: Originally isn't having it because no thank you. However he can't deny you're rather eager and you did say you would do all the work. You better. If you want to keep it then know it is your responsibility alone. If a cat or dog, you may catch him and the pet getting buddy buddy as he gives the pet scratches. Beyond that, I don't see him being very tolerant of any other animal. He really doesn't care for pets of any kind.

Two-Face: Ah. So he gets to take care of not one but two things? Yeah right, as if you could even take care of yourself. Sure but he can take care of you better than you ever could. Okay, how about a dog? You're responsible though because he can't be home for a dog as much as the dog would need. -Will 100% refer to you as the dogs parent- "Go and see your ___." Plus...he likes dogs. Doesn't like cats much after a run in with a certain woman with claws.

Black Mask: Almost breaks up with you on the spot. What do you MEAN YOU WANT A PET SNAKE? Are you high? What did you take? Honestly why can't you want a cat or a dog like anyone else? As much as he'd love the idea of having a big scary dog, he simply doesn't have the patience for any kind of animal. But a snake? Okay yes, maybe it would look cool but what if it got out in the middle of the night and ate you both!? Kind of wants to get your head examined. In the end, no pets and don't even think about sneaking one in. Roman will be pissed and we all know what happens next.

Victor Zsasz: probably the least hassle you'll get tbh. He'd prefer a cat. They tend to come and go. He's also more of a cat person. He also wants to name it. Will easily give the cat more affection than you get. Excuse the kissy faces and sounds as he holds the cat. The two are like two peas in a pod. The cat even listens to him! Suddenly you feel like the third wheel of the place. He won't budge on any other pet. He finds dogs too goofy and makes fun of them often. If you're going to sneak anything in MAKE SURE ITS A CAT OR IT ISNT STAYING.

[arcsin27]

I’ve seen @theminecraftbee’s hermitcraft persona au several times now and I suddenly had an idea

The inverse

Persona party members in minecraft

The magicians (ayase, junpei, yosuke, morgana) go to fight the ender dragon and get their shit rocked

Maki makes the most beautiful house you’ve ever seen. She’s very proud. Good job maki!

I feel like makoto yuki would nonchalantly build dicks everywhere but idk for sure

Tatsuya builds a shitty dirt shack and refuses to upgrade it ever

The phantom thieves keep holding up monsters

They’re also incredible at trading with villagers

Maya asks people to get nether supplies for her (sorry that one’s kinda sad. Better than my first idea of her house burning down…)

Katsuya tries to room with tatsuya. He refuses

Teddie tries to room with any girl. He gets killed

The investigation team makes the nether hub (get it because tv portals)

Sees brings back monster loot for everyone every night

For hermitcraft specific, when someone says “is the moon big?” sees just goes “not this shit again”

The lovers hang out a lot. I’ve seen the fanart and we all know they would. It’d be like every stereotypical girls slumber party movie scene. They meet up in one of their bases and tell stories or gossip (Lisa makes sure no rumors start)

Okay that last one wasn’t very minecrafty. They also go on monster hunting trips or temple raids together

Yusuke makes map art

Kanji has a sheep farm

Fuuka and futaba make redstone machines, maybe even computational redstone

Akihiko discovers caves. He is not seen for weeks. He comes back when his inventory is full of monster drops and stone

Everyone that has a gun (naoto, phantom thieves, st hermelin kids, maya, katsuya, anyone else I’m forgetting) cockily thinks they’ll be great archers. Yukari ends up having to train them

Makoto niijima and mitsuru go looking for saddles. They need their rides.

I think my ideas are getting less canon and less interesting as they go on. I sat here writing this for like 20min straight. Maybe I’ll add on someday, it’ll either be never or within the next hour

[moominsuki]

this is oure brian rot from your general bakugo x princess reader fic i sincerely hope you don't mind

those little heathen children the two of you are bound to have- twins probably bc let's be honest someone makes an off hand remark about how much sex you have and how at this rate you’re gonna end up with twins. and he takes it as a challenge. a boy and a girl

he accomplishes his goal despite how you were skeptical. he did think you were gonna kill him when the time came to push their big foreheads out. your daughter looks like him and your son looks like you. they both have their dads crimson eyes tho.

him and his son ended up with an unspoken rivalry. that brat loves to steal you away from him. has told him, “at this point it’s safe to say i’m mom’s favorite boy.” the disrespect.

his daughter is def a daddys girl tho, it’s rare to see them to far apart although she takes after you in the maturity phase. she knows she can’t hog him or else she’ll end up like her brother so she has hobbies aka being a terror to the staff. she drags her goody-two-shoes brother around for her chaotic acts.

anything from pulling pranks on the staff to bullying general deku- i mean izuku. their grandparents are especially soft for them so when they get in trouble they’ll go to one of them with puppy eyes and maybe some tears to get out of trouble.

your ryoal advisor momo practically begs you to have more children by the time the twins reach four, in her words “there’s no way they can take the throne they haven’t a proper bone in their body-“ bakugo has no problem knocking you up again

twins again but this time they’re both girls and prefer eachother over their parents. they also have red eyes but your skin tone. they end up being the heirs. don’t get me wrong they also have choas in their blood but they tend to get away with it much better.

this is how the kingdom became a monarchy. one of them works behind the scenes and the other is the public figure.

idk got carried away but it’s funny how there’s no way any of your children could be conventional royals. the older twins probably take their fathers place in the military but your sun is deff the strategist, your daughter probably has some terrifying nickname on the battlefield.

oh and your son remains the only boy no matter how many kids you have. so he’ll always be your baby boy. throws that in his dads face a lot. whats even funnier is that they are so good at hiding their playful rivalry away from you. like everyone knows except for you. it’s an unspoken rule that it’s never explicitly brought up by anyone.

ok im actually done now. shit idek if your chill with child talk i completely forgot to read your rules im sorry! but i’ll lose everything if i don’t send it :( feel free to ignore or block me:(

the way I’ve literally just seen this 😭 so sorry i love this so much! very cute and sweet i don’t think i need to add on it’s basically perfect

[tineteenieworld3]

Since today I’m in my loving Mike Wheeler era, I’m still irked by the idea that Jonathan would corner Mike and defend Will. I personally just don’t like it cause, again, if I was Mike I’d be so peeved off about it. Idk why.

Maybe it’s cause Jonathan has known Mike since he was 5 years old. Like, he’s obviously seen Mike not make the best choices, but he’s also seen Mike make many many many great choices. Like the van scene, Mike was so sweet while Will was talking and absolutely adored the painting. I don’t think Jonathan is sitting there thinking Mike is dumb or something. It’s possible they both saw Will crying and understood, since he turned away, that he didn’t want attention brought to it.

Also, we know he watched Will and Mike talk in his room. He saw how sweet they were being with each other. We focus on the mistakes Mike has made, but forget that he has a billion more good moments than bad. Also, Will and Mike are WillandMike they are extremely close. They don’t need anyone getting involved in their relationship. That’s what makes them so mature and different than El/Mike. We see other characters giving so much input into that relationship, like almost every character does. That’s what makes it feel so messy and immature (one of the things.

With Will and Mike it’s the complete opposite. the fight they have in season 3? Mike doesn’t need any prompting to go after Will, check on him, and apologize. We don’t see even a second of Lucas questioning it or wondering what happened or having him and Mike talking about it.

Season 4, almost the same exact thing. Mike goes to Will and apologizes and (very beautifully may I add) expresses his feelings perfectly as to why he’s sorry and why Will is important to him. I love their relationship for many reasons, but I’ve always appreciated how intimate and private it is. It’s no one else’s business that they fight or have miscommunication or other issues. Will doesn’t need someone to defend is honor from Mike, he can either do it himself or Mike will reach out and they’ll talk.

I’m probably talking about my ass lmao, but what I’m saying is basically what I said in an earlier post that Will isn’t a baby that needs protecting and he would be livid if anyone was going around saying, ‘you chose Mike? Really?’ or that he can do better. Mike is his best friend above anything else and that’s straight up mean. Again, no hate to people who do that or write that, it’s all for fun and everyone is allowed to do whatever they want absolutely this is not me bashing that I support you. I mean in actual canon I don’t think it would happen or I hope it won’t.

Jonathan has no right cornering Mike or getting up in his business or Will’s business. He also probably cares a lot about both of them and obviously knows Mike isn’t some dick that’s hurting anyone on purpose. What I’m saying is that I think it’s so special that Mike and Will have such privacy in their relationship because of how much they respect eachother and handle issues without outside input.

(Disclaimer, if you DO like the idea of Jonathan stepping in I completely support your opinion 100% and don’t think it’s wrong or stupid whatsoever, this is all for fun and I am all here for people disagreeing with me because my opinion is just an opinion and not fact or the right answer. I am not saying you’re misunderstanding the characters or anything like that, this is just something I think)

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Meme: questions. If (instead of dying) Jiraiya had passed out at the end of his final fight, and had been swept away by the current to wash ashore somewhere else... and missed the war... then what would he have done after his recovery period? Where would he go, what would he do?

Hmmmmmmmm i Really like this prompt/idea/question and it got my small brain juice going. So I think we can cover a few changing factors here.

Amnesia. Given ya boy got absolutely fucking wrecked its not a stretch to assume he gets amnesia. Shit ton of blood loss, severe trauma, got thrashed a bit in the water is bound to have some ill effects. I reckon he got washed up to farmland and thus taken in by a family. Despite having no memory he’s personality would be the same if a bit more naive now without his years of experience. He’d probably simply live life helping out the people who took him in. Of course its a struggle without an arm. Even if he recovers his memory some day I don’t think he’d go back. If he doesn’t I don’t think he’d go venture to discover who he was before with that gut feeling of he won’t like it. But it would be quite interesting to see his old friends’ reactions to stumbling across him(especially if he has 0 memory of them).

With all his memories in tact I think he’s haul his ass to the shore and tend to his wounds. Once he could move he’d find the nearest house and raid it for supplies. Given he’s half dead he’d probably reluctantly let whoever caught him being a goblin stealing their first aid take care of him until he’s well enough. Still I think he’d at least repay his debt for their help before moving on. Idk if he’d really go back. He has an opportunity here. He can live a peaceful life. It’s without anyone he loves sure but he figures they’ll be just fine without him. He’d settle somewhere quaint, remote, and quiet. He’d let go of his old life, chalking it up to they’re fine without him and he didn’t really add much while he was there anyhow. Again interesting if Naruto or someone stumbles across him and he’s got like a whole ass family and new life he built. He didn’t pick them after all and I think Naruto and/or Tsunade would take it really hard.

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idk if you ever did this but hcs for hayato gokudera about him being intimate? Is he someone who goes really slow or who doenst havr issues with casual sex? Is he soneone for a lot of foreplay or one that likes to go in raw? Any kinks?

(sorry if those are too many questions. You said your askbox is empty so i thought i'd takr the chance)

I have done some kind of along the same lines but I’m always happy to do more headcanons, expound on things, add in some new takes I have on the character! Thank you so much for sending something in. I truly appreciate every ask I get and, honestly, this was definitely not too many questions! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, lovebug!

Once Gokudera loses his virginity and does become comfortable with himself as a sexual being, I do think he falls into casual sex and finds himself more comfortable with that sort of thing emotionally and mentally. He has a really hard time letting people into his life and with his busy schedule with the family and the fact that his life comes with a lot of danger, he’s not going to be fully comfortable for a good long while with getting into a committed romantic relationship. One-night stands and purely sexual relationships fit better into his life for a bit and it means he never has to leave himself completely vulnerable to a lover, never has to worry about heartbreak or anything like that, while he’s still able to scratch the itch for sex he has.

That being said, he won’t give the same level of intimacy in those casual sexual relationships that he’ll provide once he does have sex in a committed relationship. He doesn’t like much kissing when a relationship is just casual sex since it’s a very intimate thing for him and when he does kiss those one-time lovers, it’s normally on bare areas of skin and not on their lips. And he likes to have sex and then leave; he won’t hang around for long afterward or cuddle or engage in much pillow talk.

In casual sexual relationships, there’s only enough foreplay for the both of them to be ready and to be able to get off. He’s going to try to get his lover off during foreplay, since it will often be easier to do than during penetrative sex, where he’s really just focused on making sure it’s good for them while ensuring that he gets that orgasm he’s after. In an actually committed sexual relationship though, it changes quite a bit. Foreplay becomes a bigger thing for Gokudera. It’s almost like he wants to prove to his partner that he’ll satisfy them more than anyone else they’ll have ever had and that they made the right choice in committing to him. He’ll be fully committed to learning everything about their body and what feels good to them, and he’ll want them to really explore his body too. A lot of body worship during foreplay on his partner’s end would be a huge turn-on for Gokudera in a committed relationship, and he’ll be in heaven whenever they give him long, drawn-out blowjobs just to make him feel good.

Gokudera doesn’t really know how to talk dirty, no matter how comfortable he gets with sex as a whole. He struggles with it a lot and he’s really self-conscious about the sounds he makes during sex as a whole. That being said, he gets really turned on by having his lovers talk dirty to him, especially when those lovers can make it sound effortless. It impresses him, for one, and it also just really affects him and he stops being able to think about much other than how hard his cock is all of a sudden and how much he wants to bend his partner over and fuck them.

Gokudera is never going to be a man of just one or two kinks. His kinks will evolve and change through his life and once he has gotten some sexual experience, he will gain a profound interest in learning more about sex and different kinks and fetishes and will want to explore a wide variety of them.