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Hello!! I am Ava and welcome to my blog :)
I used to write on Wattpad in my early teens (embarrassing, I know) but now I write on here!! I will mostly write about characters that I personally find fun and feel like I can write well, without mischaracterising, etc. It will also be only fluff, angst and hurt/comfort with no nsfw content because Iāve got no experience with that irl and Iām not comfortable with writing it.
Oftentimes I get obsessed with superhero media (particularly X-men), the Hunger Games, Resident Evil, Interview With The Vampire, Avatar The Last Airbender or various other dystopian / survival horror media. Basically, my point is that my fixation varies on whatever Iāve consumed most lately, although I spend 90% of my alone time watching YouTube (any other Hermitcraft lovers here?)
Also because of this, the amount of writing I produce is purely based on my motivation at the time so will likely be very inconsistent. I donāt want to force myself to write just for the sake of posting because Iād probably be unsatisfied with the result!
Anyways, fun facts!! My top 3 heroes are Rogue (MY GIRLLL), Cassandra Cainās Batgirl and Laura Kinneyās Wolverine. My favourite Resident Evil protagonist is Jill Valentine (but Wesker is my second favourite character). My favourite flower is bluebells, my favourite colour is purple and my favourite animal is a zebra. I believe that surrounding myself with happy colours and things will make me happy as a result, so I try to do that.
I need her to be my girl next door so we can have a cute rom-com romance story
LOST TO THE WIND - Determined to show you her passion, Claire tries to convince you to ride on her motorcycle for the first time. The only problem? You canāt help but scared of the risks. (Fluff)
Synopsis: Determined to show you her passion, Claire tries to convince you to ride on her motorcycle for the first time. The only problem? You canāt help but scared of the risks.
A/N: Iāve had this idea since like Februaryā¦ I got the motivation to write it now though!! :D Since this is pre-re2, I leaned more into her youthful optimism so I hope you can notice that
Claire Redfield exists as a living defiance to every expectation of what she should be.
Even following the heroic legacy of her older brother, society often expects her to soften the family name. Some people suggest she merely settles down for an easy life, others try to idealise her image into a naĆÆve young woman with too much confidence and too much optimism. So many people try to trap her into a box of doās and donātsā¦
ā¦ So, naturally, she fell in love with the freedoms of a motorcycle.
With its sharp, rebellious appearance coupled with its high speeds, it's obvious why it appealed to her. It was the wind flowing freely through her hair, the ability to outspeed the responsibilities of her life, that brief moment where sheās moving fast and everything feels just right, where thereās no adversity, no grief, no struggle. Instead, she is as free as she is happy.
All of this suffices to say, you shouldāve expected this sooner.
āCome on, babe! I promise itāll be fun.ā Claire insists, her voice light and excited. āJust one ride. Then youāll know if you like it or not.ā
As Claireās girlfriend, she makes it abundantly clear how much she loves you. Itās unmissable through how she relaxes at the mere sight of you, how she always has a hand gently touching you somewhere, the way she constantly tries to involve you with whatever sheās doing. Itās no wonder that she wants you to ride on her bike, itās just another way of her letting you into her life.
The only issue? You canāt help but be scared of it.
āI donāt know.ā You murmur hesitantly, eyes shifting between the bike and her hopeful smile. āI feel uncertain, Claire.ā
Still, her grin doesnāt falter, only softens into a more understanding look. āIf itās that you feel unsafe, then I promise I have the experience to make sure youāll be okay.ā She pauses, searching your expression for a moment before she lights up with a realisation. āOh, I almost forgot to show you!ā
You watch her slip her college backpack off of her shoulders, rifling through it for a moment before producing a helmet from inside.
Itās sleek and round, with a sturdy clasp dangling from the bottom of it and a red line that circles the middle of the design. When you look over at where Claireās helmet is perched on the motorcycle seat, you can see it matches hers identically, except yours is primarily black while hers is white.
āI got us matching helmets. Doesnāt it look cool?ā She exclaims, holding it out for you to inspect yourself.
You pensively take the headpiece in your hands, running your fingers over the padding on the inside. āBut what about the speed? Orā or the balance?ā You stammer nervously, meeting her eyes once more. āHow do you know that the helmet is enough?ā
āWell, itās brand new so it mustāve been checked over many times.ā She explains gently, stepping closer to rub a hand over your shoulder. āYou donāt have to do this, alright? But if you do, you will be completely fine wearing that.ā
You bite your lip nervously, eyes flickering between her bike, the helmet and her considerate eyes.
āIād have you every step of the way.ā
For a long, few seconds, itās clear on her face that she doesnāt think youāll agree to do it. Thereās no pressure, of course, just the kind resignation in her gaze that she thinks her motorcycle is something youād only watch from afar.
It hits you hard in the chest and quickly, against any paranoia or better judgement in your mind, youāre already blurting out a decision. āIāll try it.ā
Claire blinks. āYou will?ā She asks, surprised. Her eyes search your face as if expecting some deception, only brightening when she finds none. āReally?ā
āYeah.ā You let out a heavy, fearful sigh, even as a small smile crosses your face. āI trust you. Iāll try it.ā
āOkay!ā She exclaims enthusiastically, the edges of her smile twitching as if she has to hold back an even more excited response. āDo you want to ride now?ā
āSure.ā You giggle. āWhatever you want, honey.ā
Letting out a squealāthat she would certainly never admit toāClaire quickly throws her arms around you in a tight hug, her beaming grin pressing against your cheek as she holds you close. āThank you.ā She whispers, pressing a grateful kiss to your skin before pulling back to look at you. āLetās get going, yeah?ā
You let her pull your helmet onto your head, her hands attentively adjusting the fit and closing the clasp so it doesnāt catch on your skin.
āHow did you get my measurements for the helmet?ā You ask curiously, eyes caught on her pretty face.
A mischievous smile crosses her lips before she even starts speaking. āI measured your head while you were napping.ā
āAnd I didnāt wake up?ā
āNope.ā She laughs, affectionately rubbing your arm as she pulls back from you, the helmet now secured on your head. āDidnāt even flinch.ā
āBetter hope I donāt get thrown into any sort of survival scenario then.ā You playfully scoff, pulling another laugh from her that coaxes a smile onto your face despite the lingering nerves. āDonāt think Iād survive it.ā
āIād protect you. Donāt worry.ā She gently nudges your side before turning to her bike and pulling on her own helmet with considerably less care.
āWhat do I do?ā Your voice falls more quiet with hesitation as you step closer to the bike.
Claire meets your fear with a warm, reassuring smile as she takes your hand in hers. āYouāve just got to climb onto the back of the bike and hold onto my waist. Nothing more, nothing less. Simple, right?ā
āRight.ā You murmur under your breath, ignoring the sparks of adrenaline spiking in your chest as you swing a leg over the seat and position yourself on the back of the bike. āI got this.ā
āOf course you do.ā She chirps, clambering onto the bike in front of you and positioning her hands on the handles before looking at you over her shoulder, that bright enthusiasm still present in her eyes. āYou still feeling good about this?ā
Somehow, Claireās persistent excitement is comforting enough to pull a nod from you despite the nerves bouncing around your body. You shift as close as you can to her back, arms tightly wrapping around her waist as you fearfully duck your head down, the front of your helmet nudging her jacket from the proximity.
You hear her amused chuckle and one of her hands shift to stroke over yours atop of her stomach before she reaches for the handlebars again and revs the engine.
āHold on.ā She calls back, a smile present in her voice.
Though, before you even have the chance to look up and see it for yourself, sheās already speeding away from the curb and the wind is hitting you as if there were a storm.
At first, you curl tighter around her body, keeping your grip firm even as you flinch whenever a turn seems too sharp. You hear her laugh freely in front of you, the sound quickly pulled away by the wind but still so present in the air around her.
It coaxes the curiosity out from within you and you slowly lift your head, still glued to her back but now peeking over her shoulder.
Surprisingly, she isnāt zooming as fast as youād expected. Itās quick enough that your surroundings melt into a mix of colours and the wind slides over your form, though not so much that shapes of buildings and forms of people are indiscernible.
Instead, you see a simpler diorama of the world. You see the trees that decorate the streets, the moving masses of people that walk alongside them, the array of buildings and how their architecture reveals what era they were constructed in. The shady, polished advertisements of pharmaceutical companies blend into the wider cityscapes that surround you, until it seems like the larger complexities of the world have faded away and itās just you two.
Slowly, you relax behind Claire, your grip loosening and your head lifting even more to gaze out at the passing streets.
āPretty, huh?ā She calls back to you.
You nod against her shoulder, letting yourself ease more into her warmth as the trepidation melts away.
Youāre not sure how long she drives you around for. It couldāve been merely 10 minutes, it couldāve been 3 hours; youād become so quickly enraptured by the array of feelings that came with the ride that the time had become irrelevant.
By the time she pulls over, a smile is already crossing your face.
āWhat did you think?ā She asks immediately, looking over her shoulder at you with a grin on her face.
āThat was really cool.ā You admit, chuckling when her grin widens with relief. āI enjoyed it.ā
āI knew you would!ā She exclaims, swinging one leg over the bike so she can stand up and face you properly, holding out a hand to help you stand up. āWould you do it again?ā
āSure! Where would we go?ā
āWeād have to ride around the countryside. Itās gorgeous out there.ā She rambles, intertwining her fingers with yours. āEspecially at sunset, it makes all of the colours really vibrant and the wind is usually calm. I think youād really enjoy it, babe.ā
As she continues to explain to you, you canāt help the bright smile that crosses your face at her happiness.
In a world characterised by its corruption and unbalanced hierarchies, itās easy to lose yourself to the shadows and focus on the risks and scary possibilities. But on Claireās bike, with her in your arms and the world around you easing into its simpler form, youāre reminded that the world exists beyond that and, while those risks are important, it doesnāt count for everything.
There are still people simply living, there is still nature, there is still society. At the core of everything, there is life, no matter how overlooked that may be.
Some fic recs since this blog reached 700 + followers last month and I finally got the time to make the post ! Thank you so much for all the love !!! Check out all these works and show them some love!! (All fics reblogged in @luviereads)
BRUCE WAYNE
necklace - @patientofarkhamasylum
sacred heart - @frostedpinkicing
Bite my tongue/ It's a bad habit - @suprsnupi
vampire! Bruce - @scissorhvnds
your hand upon my chest is mine - @twentytomidnight
Never used to death - @llovelygood
jealous knight - @bloomcissa
lightweight! reader is ready to rish it all for bruce wayne - @mystiquevoid
CLARK KENT
Sunlight through glass - @cherryysunshine
Mama, a bald man behind you - @stcrgazerlily
Title of your sex tape - @annaevermore
superman day - @kryptidfiles
have you raised a ticket? - @devisedplan
JASON TODD
lipstick and a split lip - @batwngs
like father, like trouble - @arfemiz
Coffee Shop Revelations - @fanfictionwarrior-chills
Just us and your friend roy - @fleurmarjorieargent
Baby - @brucewayneisavirgin
knight in shining armor - @vianawaits
you melt up my body and all my heart - @flimsily-flimsy
arkham knight - @torupng
DICK GRAYSON
you wake him when the baby is being fussy - @sakunai
between the lines - @oncasette
Background arobatics - @fancy-possum
House tour - @ghxstrobins
the proposal - @gglouise23
ROY HARPER
nothing seems to walk the same - @waltzingphantoms
Iris - @amoebadue
fratboy! Roy Harper - @moviecritc
CASSANDRA CAIN
first kiss - @kooriandr
TALIA AL GHUL
morning lights - @cherryvvave
STEPHANIE BROWN
girl, so confusing - @froggibus
KARA ZOR-EL
Rockstar! Kara - @pixelbfs
SUPERBOY PRIME
for research purposes - @athenxt
MULTI
pillow talk - @brinawing
A little favour - @gothamorphosis
Who is this ? - @dontyouworrydaddy
MISCELLANEOUS
Pretty isin't pretty - @crookshanks-07
thinking about teen!nanami meeting gojo's childhood best friend for the first time.- @irisgrrl
KYLE RAYNER
Sunsets and honest opinions - @iridescentlightshow (platonic)
DIANA PRINCE
bicep shots - @sozzoe
A/N: I might have missed mentioning someone (I'm so sorry!!)
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summary: even in the midst of a heatwave, your boyfriend somehow finds it in him to be clingy
word count: 0.75k
warnings: none
You were melting. You were sure of it. You were melting like the Wicked Witch at the end of the Wizard of Oz.
Nothing- not the two fans on full blast facing you, not the life pack draped over your forehead- was working to curve the blistering heat.
Not only was the AC broken, but a record-breaking heatwave was sweeping Gotham and had been for the last four days. It was enough for you to be stripped down to nothing but your thinnest tank top and a pair of panties, though they still clung to you like a second skin.
Your eyes were closed as you made a poor attempt at a mid-day nap. The heat had gotten so bad that your workplace had closed for the day and you had nothing else to do- and quite frankly the sweltering weather had made you exhausted.
Just as you began to feel yourself drift away- despite the unrelenting temperature- something heavy landed directly on your stomach and had your eyes flying open.
āNo.ā You immediately scolded- though it came out more so as a groan- mustering up what little strength you held at that moment to weakly push Jasonās arm off of you.
Jason whined- actually whined- and you felt the mattress dip when his body shuffled closer to you. Your boyfriend was clad in nothing but boxers and had been more than eager to join you on your quest for some shut-eye.
But, what you hadnāt planned on was his incessant need to cuddle.
Every time you fell asleep without fail, whether or not he was there when your eyes originally closed, he would find a way to loop an arm around your center, or pull you against his chest, or even bury his head in your stomach.
It was like he constantly needed the reassurance that you were there with him- even in sleep- and while that would normally make your eyes soften and your heart do all kinds of somersaults, now was not the time.
āBaby,ā His voice was slightly muffled by the thin sheet of the mattress that he currently had his face smushed against, āDonāt be like that.ā He was practically begging, hand flailing around for you as you scooched further away.
āJay.ā You deadpanned, lifting your head slightly to level a glare on the man, āItās hotter than a devils ballsack in here. Donāt you dare try to touch me, youāre a human furnace as it is.ā
One of his eyes popped open at that, and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. The sight alone nearly had you caving on the spot if it werenāt for the bead of sweat that rolled down your forehead, pulling you back to the issue at hand.
āI canāt sleep without holding you, sweetheart, you know that.ā His complaining was coming across as pathetic, but you knew him well enough to know that he didnāt care in the slightest. In fact, he was no doubt attempting to use it to his advantage, āPlease.ā
That one word was your undoing. It always was.
And paired with the puppy-dog eyes full of nothing but softness and longing, you were a goner.
A relenting- slightly annoyed- sigh slipped past your lips and you rolled your eyes upward for a second before flipping yourself over to face him, āYou can hold my hand,ā You held it out as you spoke, āBut thatās it, Todd, Iām serious.ā
You knew that any attempt you made at being stern in that moment was useless, even as you spoke.
The way his face lit up like a Christmas tree, you would think you had just told your boyfriend that he had won the lottery. His large hand quickly moved and gently clasped around yours, intertwining your fingers in an act of delicacy that never ceased to amaze you due to his sheer size and strength.
āThis is all I ask, sweetheart.ā He promised, dropping a quick kiss against the back of your hand and sending you one of his grins that you had grown so fond of.
As soon as the words left his lips, you knew they were a lie, and it was proved as such when you both woke up, three hours later, with Jasonās arm thrown over your middle and his leg inserted between yours.
A small smile rested upon his features as he continued to breathe evenly- even after you woke- letting you know that even in sleep, he knew he won.
z! do you have recommendations for dc fic writers?
since i mostly follow dc writers and i can only link 50 blogs, im going to forgo comments/explanations for each writer but just know everyone listed here is such an amazingly skilled writer and consistently writes some of the best fics ive ever read:
impatient with a rifle and your papers
or the story of jason todd's race against time
warnings | reader gets shot, blood, panic attack, dark humour
chapter 02 of the LOST BOYS series
Jason Todd is a patient man. That is something that has always been like that and probably will be kept as part of his persona for as long as he lives. Itās just one of his quirks, he has learnt the art of waiting for things, for people, and now itās something that defines him and differentiates him from others in this hectic city. Ā
He has always played the waiting game when he was a kid, learning when to leave his room and the house, being on the lookout for voices from his mother and whether it was safe to leave or not. Leaning in the door of his childhood room, staring at bare walls, he counted the cracks in them repeatedly to pass time until the tinkering outside quieted down and he braved enough to leave.
Patiently he stood in the night when he stole Bruceās tire as a kid too, hidden in the shadows of some dingy alleyway as he saw the mannerisms of the vigilante, calculating when to execute his idea.
Nonetheless, that didnāt mean he never acted impatiently. One example is when he learnt he got to inherit the Robin mantle, excitedly jumping up and down in place, almost walking across the ceiling from how ecstatic he felt. All toothy grins and sparkly young eyes, he couldnāt wait for nighttime to arrive to imitate his brother who he deeply admired despite all his mean jokes.
His Robin character was a bit more impatient than his Jason persona. He felt as if he got to be more careless, jumping around buildings with the company of his family, and that of course, was incredibly exciting for a kid! He couldnāt help but get super giggly whenever they got their suits on, urging everyone to be as quick as possible, tugging on their capes himself to be a bit faster.
There was one remarkable time in his Robin career when he waited, and waited, and just kept on waiting. Hours blurred together, days blended into one, and he still waited, suit torn to shreds, blood covering his tiny body from a beating with a cold crowbar owned by a distant patchy white face. He waited in between every hit of the metal to his body, he waited and he waited and he waited until his body gave up despite his mindās wishes to keep waiting.
When Jason Todd got resurrected, he itched to change his character, to not be as āsoftā as he was when he was younger. Thatās the reason why everybody that knew early Red Hood knew not to make him wait. A moment in his presence without a reason to be is just a bullet waiting to be inside their shoulder.
Missions were done in the blink of an eye because he knew all the ins and outs of the city like the palm of his hand, knowing where to hit correctly, and without losing time at all.
In. Out. Job done. Not waiting around for the perfect moment. He made the perfect moment. All muscle and resistance, he knew he could take it.
He felt as if all he did in life before was wait and wait. All memories from his childhood he could remember he spent them waiting, waiting for something. He never knew or understood that, after all, he was a child at that time, but all he comprehended was that whenever he thought back on his childhood, he remembered the cold feeling of tiles where he sat down as others moved quickly beside him at a speed he couldnāt quite catch up to.
When he decided to let his existence known to his family, he did it quickly. Barged inside the defences of the manor, removed abruptly his helmet in front of his heavily armed blood, shouted some things, and left. No time for waiting around anymore.
It took a very, very long time until he started to wait again.
The first time it happened was with Dick, who stumbled around his room getting ready while Jason stood in the doorway, arms crossed and an annoyed face plastered. āIām so so sorry Jay, you know Iām always on time, I swear my alarm never went off. If you want to hang out other day itās fine by me, I know you donāt like losing time or waitingā. With a heavy sigh, he entered the room and sat down in his chair, grunting some comments along the way.
Once he looked back up at Dick, he saw his older brother standing there with his arm half slung across his backwards t-shirt, mouth wide open in a cartoonish way. āWell come on, donāt make me lose any more timeā he mumbled as he put his hands in his pockets. To this day, Dick swears up and down he didnāt start sobbing loudly at that moment.
With time, Jason began to crave back that time he lost as an angry teenager, always doing things way too rapidly and without any thought. Now, he took time to do his things, he took space.
He began to long for the wait while his morning tea got warm in the manor while he chatted away with a sleepy Tim.
He loved the wait time in his favourite coffee shop while they got his coffee ready, taking that time to look at the gorgeous barista who fumbled around with all the seasonal decorations hung in the windows.
He specially adored the courting time to said barista, until after more than six months, countless sappy dates and one awkward kiss later, he finally could call himself the patient boyfriend of an incredible person.
It took time, a long time until he could begin to tell you about his personal life, both emotional and vigilante-related, as every ocassion he wanted to talk about the topic, he got cold feet. After some gentle coaxing, a lot of hard conversations and a brand-new therapist provided by his family, he could proudly call himself a man, a good man, as he told you once with a shy smile looking for your approval.
He found countless ways to prove himself to you to be a reliable and devoted lover. Jason took his time to learn you as a person in and out, both how your brain thought way too late at night after working all day long, and how his warm hands seemed to act as a magnet for yours in the winter. You did the same, patiently lying beside him when his thoughts got too loud and his body recoiled way from physical touch.
Your relationship was built on waiting for the other, because you knew that if one was ready for something but the other wasnāt sure, the first would stand across from them until the latter decided it was time. Ā You began to build routines together, while one was cooking the other cleaned, he read while you wrote; doing things together, sharing your time together.
It was a normal activity to have Jason clean out a rifle in the middle of the table in the living room, working around the pieces with his tools, dismantling the deadly weapon, taking apart the pieces to gently and slowly wipe them clean with a cloth, and building them back the way they were before.
You used this time to clean with him too, and this time the chosen piece to organise and declutter in your home was the old mahogany desk you inherited but barely used until he got a hold of it and plastered a lot of his paperwork across it. He usually kept them inside colour coded folders based on a system Tim built "for efficiency purposes", and clearly not based on their personal colours form their vigilante personas. Either way, time got control of him this week, missions kept stacking on top of one another and the little breather he got, he used it to spend it with you.
Despite his efforts, he barely had been home all week, forcing you to wake up alone in the morning with his side of the bed made and cold to the touch. Ever being understanding, your personal stress got ahold of you too and a silly small argument started, completely petty and childish that would be forgiven in an instant, but still you needed time to cool down properly.
Ironically, Jason got called in for a last minute mission that would lead to the fall of the gang they were trying to take down. With a painful look in both of your eyes, he began to get his weapons ready for the task at hand, cleaning out his rifle as quickly as his slightly shaky hands let him. The time-consuming activity got done haphazardly in half the time as he got impatient to finish the activity as soon as possible.
You tried to help a bit by bringing some of his gear from another room to the living area, and as he saw the tactical jacket in your hands, he snapped a bit at you for touching his vigilante stuff even though you had helped other times and he shot up out of the chair to take the heavy object out of your hands.
Tragically, the fates werenāt in your favour that day and wanted to cruelly remind him to be patient with himself and others, and somehow, when he abruptly got up, the semi assembled rifle fell out of the table and managed to get a shot fired. Said shot also managed to find its way grazing your side, making a small, miniscule puncture that started oozing blood quickly into your white t-shirt.
Gasping and eyes wide open, you turned towards Jason for help and only saw his face ghostly white as he began to move with military precision and in a second, he had patched the graze up. He was mutely crying as he did so, not daring to speak up and respond to your angry ramblings at the rifle to distract him, because āhonestly, Jay, are rifles even more precise? Iām sure you could get the job done as perfectly with a gun and they are more comfortable to carry too, your arms wouldnāt get as tired, honeyā did not easy the heavy feeling in his heart of having involuntarily shot you.
You tried to act tough, but the wound hurt and burned, and you let out some noises when he touched the bloody surrounding area to disinfect it properly. When he was finished, he stood in his knees in front of you, ignoring his phone that had been ringing for the past minutes, and he cried and cried and kept begging for forgiveness in a tone so soft that it started to worry you. You managed to lower yourself down too, and now at his level, you took his face in your hands and gently wiped his tears yourself as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He began to hyperventilate a bit, as he kept mumbling apology after apology, blaming himself for being too impatient while assembling the rifle that he forgot to put the safety properly on. He was having a panic attack on your carpet, and then you forced him to stare at you while you talked.
āJason, look at me. I am here with you, I am perfectly fine. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but I canāt date a vigilante and not expect to get shot at some point. To be honest, I preferred you were the one to do so instead of some other weird rogueā you tried to joke around. Seeing his serious face still drenched in tears, you sighed and continued āIt was an honest mistake, baby, Iām okay and I love you the same as I did before this tiny incidentā.
He stared at you after some seconds breathing heavy to regain his composure and whispered āThis happened because I was in a hurry, because I was an impatient excuse of a-ā āIf you keep going like that Iām going to shoot you myself. You are allowed to take time to prepare for a mission, and if Bruce told you to get there as quickly as possible, that means that for other time you are allowed to arrive 10 minutes later because you needed more time to assemble your rifle, organize paperwork or just to kiss me because you know I miss you and I worry for you. And if he has a problem with that, I will personally talk to him. You are patient with them when they need time, and you should expect them to behave the same way to youā.
āI know you keep thinking this happened because you werenāt careful and because you felt angry at a lot of things in the moment, but please Jay, listen to me while I say this.
I know you are incredibly gentle with my fine china when Iām too scared to break it while washing it and you take over for me. I know you wait for 4 minutes exactly when you make my tea because the bag says itās the perfect time to brew it to get more sweetness out, just how I like it.
I know you.
You are a patient and gentle man, sweetheart. Do not let otherās lack of happiness over what they do with their time or uncontrolled brute force taint what you areā, you sealed finally.
You brought his shaking hands up to your middle, and after making sure the wound was safe, you got closer to him while your hands wrapped across his shoulders, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. His hands were shaking a bit when he covered your bandages with his hands, and he just pulled you into his chest to deeply that you struggled to breathe for a second.
Now that his heartbeat was slowing down to match yours, you started to feel more at ease and fully let yourself get lost in the feeling of safety that was his presence next to yours.
a/n: im actually sorry this is so so messy but i struggled so much with this one bcs i kept changing the direction constantly maybe angst just isnāt for me fml
Synopsis: After an argument between you and Toph feels more detrimental than it should, she finds you emotional in your shared bedroom and does everything she can to make you feel better.
A/N: This is from this poll so I hope you like it :> Paused writing this to doomscroll, saw a tiktok about procrastinating writing fanfiction immediately followed by a Toph edit, so I took it as a sign and locked back inā¦ donāt know if I like the ending though :p
The beginning of an end is often a bittersweet experience regardless of the context. Itās the foreboding to change, the knowledge of an unknown, that unshakeable feeling of dread that whateverās impending could be inevitable no matter what you do. Yet, itās the eventual acceptance that an end was always possible that hits the hardest, because then every moment beforehand feels naĆÆve in comparison.
Those doubts cling helplessly in your mind right now.
Curled up on your side of the bed, your bedroom is draped in darkness. The curtains are drawn and the door is still shut from when youād slammed it merely 20 minutes ago. Yet, you can still hear Tophās footsteps moving around the rest of your shared home, so close yet a million miles away at the same time.
Perhaps if it were any other night, the noise would be comforting. Youād probably smile gently to yourself, burrow deeper into the plush of your pillow and close your eyes to pretend to be asleep so you can feel the weight of her arms finally wrap around you when she comes to bed.
But this isnāt any other night. Tonight, it doesnāt feel like thereās any tenderness waiting for you at all. Instead, your mind lingers on the anger, the bitterness, the tone in her voice that screamed that she thought you didnāt understand, while you felt that you understood too well. There isnāt any love in the air, only an argument that had stemmed from it, that evolved into something much uglier.
Now, youāre unsure what it means for you both.
At some point, you lose track of Tophās footsteps, the bedroom trapped in a limbo between your sobbing and silent resignation. Every attempt to ignore the lump cementing in the back of your throat becomes feeble, your mind echoing everything that was said and spiralling about what wasnāt.
There had been yelling, accusations, your concerns that she was overworking herself and her defence that her wellbeing shouldnāt matter in the larger scale of a complex worldādisregarding all of your care. It all spirals through your mind as if it were a storming hurricane: merciless, violent and entirely uncaring about the love it damages on its path.
Itās only when a few knocks sound from the door that youāre torn from your thoughts.
A few moments of silence let the noise linger in the air before Tophās voice follows. āCan Iā¦ā She pauses, her tone uncertain and hesitant, coupled with something heavier. Guilt? Grief? You canāt decide on a definitive answer. āCan I come in?ā She finally musters.
Your mind continues to spin through all the negatives, considering every possibility. This could prompt a worse argument, she could be coming in to finally accept that everythingās over.
At least that would be easier on your mind, you consider, yet more tears fill your eyes as the thought crushes you with dread.
Still, you manage to respond, voice meek with upset. āOkay.ā
Seemingly undeterred by the audible emotion, the door creaks open immediately and reveals the silhouette of Tophās form, illuminated by the hallway light behind her. Sheās still in the sharp edges of her police chief uniform, her hair now unpinned and draped loosely over her shoulders. Her posture is still noticeably tense and youāre sure thereās a frown stuck on her face, but itās the mug in her hand that catches your eye.
āI brought you some tea.ā She speaks up carefully. āWe donāt have to speak about anything. I just wanted you to have it.ā
She doesnāt mention that itās because she could hear you crying and didnāt want it to hurt too badly, but the reasoning is clear with the gentle way she crosses the room to place the cup on your nightstand, slow and seemingly ready to stop if you just said the word.
Itās only when she turns around to leave, that the kindness hits you hard in the chest and another tear drips down your face, quickly followed by an audibly shaky intake of breath.
Tophās form immediately freezes before slowly turning to face you, her voice considerably softer when she speaks again. āBabyā¦?ā
You shake your head, unable to respond as more tears fall from your eyes and a sob finally wracks through your body.
Without a word, Toph crosses the room back to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed to gently rub a hand up and down your arm. āHey, itās okay.ā She finally whispers. āYou can cry if you need to.ā
More tears fall in response, interrupted by the occasional sniffle or the uncontrollable sob that claws through you. Eventually, it gets too much and you canāt help but push yourself to sit up, throwing your arms around her neck and tugging her into a tight hug.
Toph doesnāt even hesitate. Her arms instantly lock around you in return, one hand rubbing circles gently over the length of your back as the other cradles the back of your head to her shoulder. Any lingering anger from the argument dissipates within the affections.
āI got you.ā She mumbles against the crown of your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. āYouāre okay.ā
Throughout your crying, her arms remain firmly around you and her face buries in your shoulder. She continues to brush her fingers over your shirt and through your hair, tracing gentle circles and seemingly entirely unfazed by the dampness of your tears soaking into her clothes.
Itās only after your tears had settled for a few minutes, that you finally speak up. āIām sorry.ā
āDonāt apologise.ā She immediately refuses, though her voice remains tender. āYou donāt need to. You did nothing wrong.ā
You shake your head against her neck, the dread of losing her sneaking back into your chest even as youāre in her arms. āI started criticising you as soon as you got back from work, I shouldāve waited. You were already stressed and annoyed andāā
āAnd it wasnāt at you.ā She cuts you off, her grip tightening on you. āIām not upset at you for communicating, I never would be.ā She pauses for a long few seconds as she gathers her thoughts. āI just misdirected my anger at you and I took it too far.ā She sighs. āIām sorry, baby. You donāt deserve that.ā
āI was just concerned for you.ā You whisper. āYouāve been barely sleeping, only eating bland, nutrient bars, not even relaxing when youāre at home. Itās not good for you and you just act like itās okay because it allows you to help others better. It doesnāt.ā
āI know.ā Toph mumbles, the tension in her shoulders easing as she holds you, as if sheās finally letting herself ease. āI was being ignorant and immature and was hurting both of us while I couldnāt even acknowledge it.ā Her face turns slightly until her nose brushes against your temple. āIāll do better. Iām sorry.ā
The apology coming from Toph softens something in your chest. Sheās a prideful person; loud in her opinions, merciless in her rebuttals and entirely against manicuring herself to be someone sheās not. Itās not as if an apology is rare, but itās enough of a submission for it to always be genuine from her.
Still, that lingering bit of worry pushes you to ask one last question. āYouāre not going to leave, right?ā
For a long moment, the question hangs in the air and you feel her freeze under your touch. Her fingers pause on your back, her breath subtly catches against your skin. When she finally responds, her voice sounds more strained than either of you were expecting. āNever.ā She murmurs, leaning back so you can see the serious set of her face. āIām not going anywhere. Okay?ā
Your eyes scan her face, the way her eyebrows furrow, the clench in her jaw, all of the signs that show you just how firmly she believes that and a soft sigh escapes you. You canāt help but lean forward to press your forehead to hers. āOkayā¦ I trust you.ā
āYeah?ā Her eyes soften. āGood. Because itās just us. Iām not leaving. Right?ā
āAlways.ā You whisper and, as if to seal the words between you both, you lean in to gently press your lips to hers.
Itās a kiss of pure affection and tenderness, entirely free of expectation or anxiety. Just her love, your love and your arms around each other as though thereās nothing else in the world.
That softness would stay until the morning, caked between tender confessions and plans on how to move forward. Then, when the sun finally breaks through the darkness, it wouldnāt feel so much like a beginning of an end anymore. Instead, it begins to feel like your love being allowed to exist freely.
The other day I thought of the concept of boxer!toph beifong and now I actually canāt get it out of my headā¦ I donāt know if that has been done before, all I know is that I need that NOW
Synopsis: On holiday in Paris, Felicia finally has the space to consider the chaos of her life and her place in the world. When sheās unable to fall asleep because of this, you try to ease her anxieties.
A/N: I mainly wanted to write this to name a Felicia fic after the Spice Girls because I think sheād like them ;) Iām iffy about the dialogue here, but nothing else is flowing so weāre sticking to it (@perfectwarm wanted a tag so here you go :>)
From your window, Paris looks like a kaleidoscope of luxury. Unobstructed by the vibrant advertisements that disrupt the streets, the historical architecture is able to flourish under the Eiffel Towerās glimmering lights. Palaces and museums are illuminated between buildings, spotlighted and surrounded by manicured gardens intended to display their prestige. Meanwhile, any grime or poverty is hidden beneath the roads and ignored by the world around it.
Itās a thiefās paradise, wealth and glamour offered up on a golden platter. Yet, Felicia lays on her side next to you, gazing out at the cityscape, as if the opportunity is entirely unimportant to her.
Still half asleep, you barely scan over the silhouette of her form before shifting closer. Your arms wrap around her waist, gently moving until her back meets your chest and you can bury your face in her neck. Itās there that you breath in the oriental scent of her perfume, melting into her warmth with a content yawn.
āWhy arenāt you asleep?ā You mumble.
She sighs, leaning back into you before she responds. āJust thinking.ā
Humming against her skin, you press a single, comforting kiss to her throat. āThat could mean a lot of things.ā
āIt could.ā She murmurs, a subtle dismissal that you catch.
āReally?ā You push yourself up onto your elbow, narrowing your eyes at her as you try to decipher whatās going on in her head.
Under the moonlight, her white hair glows where it cascades over the bed sheets. The latex suit that she usually wears has been replaced by a silk nightgown, her pale skin soft against the fabricās pastel blue. But itās the weary look in her eyes when they meet yours that softens your gaze, it's heavy and light at the same time, exhausted yet full of so much contemplation that itās palpable through the darkness.
You sigh, letting yourself ease back onto her once more and tightening your arms around her frame. āYou can talk to me if you want.ā
While her head turns back to the window, her hand moves to gently rest atop of yours on her stomach. āItās a lot, darling.ā
āI can take a lot.ā
āItās not important.ā
āIt is if itās keeping you up.ā
āYou were just asleep.ā
āIām not anymore, honey.ā
āIāmā¦ā She pauses for a long, few seconds before she finally concedes. āIām just contemplating how things are.ā
You remain silent, gently rubbing circles over her nightgown in a comforting manner.
āBeing away from New York puts into perspective how chaotic things usually are.ā She murmurs. āI guess Iām not used to the world being so calm.ā
āWhyās it keeping you awake? Are you expecting something to happen?ā You ask gently.
āI donāt think so.ā
A holiday to France has been a long time coming for you both. Amongst the crime and violence that permeates New York on a daily basis, your bodies were slowly worn down by constant exhaustion and bruising until you couldnāt take it anymore. This hotel is meant to help you rest, itās ideal, warm, safeā¦ So why isnāt Felicia able to fall asleep?
āI just worry that Iām not in the right place.ā She finally admits, her eyes unfocused where they stare forward. āWhat if Iām trapping myself by being in New York?ā
āHow would you be trapping yourself?ā You whisper softly, tracing your fingers tenderly over her side.
āBy forcing myself to be somewhere not meant for me. By seeing opportunities that arenāt really there.ā She finally turns over onto her back, her eyes focusing on yours while her hand shifts so she can wrap her arm around your shoulders. āI was on the wrong side of things for a long time. I know Iām doing right by being good.ā She sighs. āBut what if being in New York isnāt doing that right?ā
Keeping one arm around her waist, your other hand moves to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing gently over her skin. āFelicia, there isnāt any set way to be good. What you do in New York wouldnāt be any better or worse than what youād do here or in any other city.ā
āI know that.ā She nuzzles into your touch, her eyes slowly closing at the affections. āBut what if I could be doing more?ā
You gently bump your forehead against her temple with a sleepy sigh. āThere isnāt any way to know that. But no matter how big or how little what you do is, it doesnāt change how inherently good it remains. Everything helps someone. Everything means something.ā
One thing that is an unmissable trait of Feliciaās is that she is a free spirit. She thrives on the ability to do whatever she wants, get whatever she wants, be wherever she wants to be. The thrill of the chase is always drastically more fun to her than whatever she steals, an illusion of risk that allows her to demonstrate exactly how much freedom she really has.
Hence, the worst thing to her is a cage; much more, one that she is unaware that sheās trapped in.
So her response isnāt unexpected. āI donāt like the uncertainty I feel about it.ā She says bluntly, the honesty brought about by how comfortable she must be here.
āThatās understandable.ā You whisper, lifting your head to meet her eyes again with a reassuring smile. āIn a world where people do so much to help others while some purely try to tear people down, I think itās really easy to feel insignificant.ā You lean down to gently kiss her cheek. āBut helping even one person is enough. What you do, Felicia, is enough.ā
She narrows her eyes at you. Itās not the usual seductive way, where she wears makeup and plays the Black Cat persona; itās Felicia at her vulnerable, sleep-deprived core trusting you entirely. Even at this time of night, it still makes your heart flip.
But it must be late enough for her to easily accept your words, as her gaze quickly softens.
āI guess youāre right.ā She sighs, a weary smile crossing her face as she fondly shakes her head at you. āI just couldnāt get it out of my head.ā
āThatās okay. Iāve got you here.ā You whisper, tightening your arms around her as she begins to curl into you. āYouāre exactly where you need to be.ā
Her nose brushes against your shoulder as she nudges her head under your chin, her arms snaking around your chest until sheās comfortably against you. The hum of contentment she lets out as she gets settled is almost like a purr.
āDonāt go telling anyone that Black Cat was doubting herself though, darling.ā She whispers, her usual playfulness returning as her anxieties retreat. āItād ruin my image.ā
āOf course not.ā You mumble against her hair. āWouldnāt want to face her wrath anyways.ā
The words hang in the air for a long moment. The questions and the uncertainty remain tangible in the atmosphere, yet the contemplations and comforts slowly drown them out, sinking the air into a familiar warmth.
Rubbing circles over her back, you finally whisper. āIf you ever doubt yourself again, donāt be afraid to tell me. Iāll always remind you of your path.ā
You feel her gently press a kiss to your collarbone, her body sinking more and more against yours with what you assume to be sleep. āThank you, darling.ā She nuzzles closer. āI love you.ā
.š„ Ż Ė sypnosis ā jason woke up and decided chaos was his word of the day
.š„ Ż Ė tags ā flufffyyyy, domestic, established relationship, strict reader, reader uses playful punishments, mild language, burger jason, panty stealing jason, bad ass kid jason, ooc jason tbh, jason has a healthy outlet to be childish
.š„ Ż Ė wc ā 1.8k
author's note ā guys I'm soooo sorry for the delay on a new story and im not even going to try and find an excuse...i was just too lazy to write mb
ever heard the saying "a cat only breaks things because they feel safe?" well, that totally applies to jason peter todd. sometimes you really wish you hadnāt made him feel so safe around you, not for any bad reasons or anything, but because that serious, put-together guy you once knew? yeah, heās gone, and thereās no way heās coming back.
"you gon eat that, sweetheart?" his muffled voice pulled you from your thoughts, of course, he was talking while chewing. you looked up, hoping to catch his eyes, but his were too busy zeroing in on a small pile of fries you didnāt have room for.
"no, jay, you can take them," you replied, trying not to smile. donāt encourage his behavior, you reminded yourself.
he didn't hesitate at all, scooping the fries off your tray and tossing them into his own while you sipped on your milkshake. you shook your head, this dude was serious about his food time.
"can I have your pickles then?" you asked, eyeing the pile heād pulled out of his burger along with his tomatoes and onions...and lettuce.
he just nodded, taking another bite of his meat-only burger and humming like he was in a commercial or something. you couldnāt help but chuckle as you grabbed the pickles away from him.
you noticed his eyes tracking your hand, that familiar glint shining through them.
uh oh.
"babe, babe," he said, swallowing and putting his burger down to really grab your attention, even though he already had it. "what do you call pickled bread before itās baked?" he asked, grinning big and resting his hands in his lap.
"uhhā¦ I donāt know, jace, whatās it called?"
ādill dough! get it? get it, babe?ā
you took a deep breath and hid your face behind your hands, partly to cover up your smirk and partly because you heard the old lady in the booth behind you gasp while her grandkids snickered around her.
you took another deep breath in and a deep breath out before taking your hands off your face and looking at him. he had the goofiest smile on earth you could practically see the little halo forming around his head, rounded cheeks, and a little ketchup on his nose. you really shouldn't have enjoyed the way his smile dropped when you spoke.
"you're moving your clip to yellow when we get home."
"ow! please, baby, i said i'm sorry!"
"no sir, you will drop your pin and I will be watching," you said, fingers gripping tighter against his ear as you pulled him further into your shared apartment.
"this is abuse!" he exclaimed, clutching the paper takeout bag against his stomach for comfort as you walked him to the fridge.
a small magnetic behavior clip chart sat in the center of it, with a little wooden pin engraved with "jason" right on the green "ready to learn" section.
you released his ear, and he immediately started rubbing it. clearing your throat, your gaze shifted back and forth between him and the chart.
"butā"
"no buts mister, you really made a dildo joke in front of that sweet granny?"
his smile returned, big and wild as he nodded with pride, his tousled curls bouncing, making you clench your fists at your sides to stop yourself from cupping his little face and smooching him all over.
"not funny, jace."
he rolled his eyes and whined, "do i haveeee to?"
"yes."
he groaned and muttered under his breath as he reluctantly moved his pin down from green to the yellow "think about it" section.
"good, if you behave for the rest of the day, you can bring your pin back up," you said with a satisfied nod, walking past him and narrowing your eyes as you looked him up and down. "you big baby," you scoffed, snatching the bag from his hands and heading toward the counter to unpack the containers.
he was left with his brows furrowed and his lips pouty, hands still around his stomach as if his little bag was still there.
oh, it was on.
you were so focused on slicing the takeout burger in half and arranging the extra fries into a bento box that you completely missed when he slipped away. jason had a big mission tomorrow with b, and you wanted to make sure he had a meal ready for him while he was out.
just as you were about to grab a sticky note from the junk drawer to write him a sweet message, you heard it.
the unmistakable sound of your laundry basket scraping against the floor. a frown crossed your face as you glanced around, but it quickly softened when you remembered how you had taken his socks a few days before, insisting they were cozier than your own.
you stepped away from the counter to go help him, but the sight that greeted you as you rounded the corner was...adorable
jason was bent over your laundry basket, gently sifting through your clothes with his fingers. a soft grin crept onto your face at the scene, but it quickly faded when you noticed a small pile of your underwear he had carefully arranged next to the basket.
you blinked. once. twice. then, you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow.
he picked up another pair of panties, biting his bottom lip to suppress a giggle, and placed it on top of the stack. when he glanced up, his eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head.
neither of you moved, nor did you break eye contact, but you could sense he was wishing you would just magically disappear into thin air.
ācare to explain yourselfāā you started, finally shattering the silence, but the words got stuck in your throat as you watched jason quickly shove your panties into his pocket before dashing away.
your feet instinctively followed him around the apartment before you even realized it.
"jason, goddammit, come back here!" you yelled as he led you in circles around the kitchen island.
curse him for his athleticism and curse yourself for feeling so bloated.
you could hear him breathing heavily. that's right, big guy, all you needed to do was wear him out.
"jason, you better pick that up!" you exclaimed, gasping for air as he tossed a pillow from the couch at your feet.
"no! just leave me alone!" he whined, desperately searching for an escape route. "i need those panties... for stuff," he added, taking off again as he noticed you charging at him with the pillow in hand.
"ow! hey, stop it, baby, come on!" he protested as you finally caught up and began to whack him with the pillow, slowly pushing him into a corner.
"get in there, get," you muttered, nudging him toward the corner while your eyes caught sight of the broom from the corner of your eye. you launched the pillow at his head to distract him and grabbed the broom, turning it around and poking at him like a sword.
"time out, ten minutes," you declared, holding the broom against his stomach. "get in your corner, todd," you whispered darkly as you narrowed your eyes on him.
his eyes got all squinty as his hands turned into claws and he started baring his teeth at you like some kinda animal.
you raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but notice how... weirdly clean his teeth were?
"wait, jace, did you seriously use my toothbrush?" you asked, holding your broom sword up higher toward his face.
he just snarled and made this sound that was basically a bark. was he actually trying to scare you right now?
"oh put those away! get down, down boy!" you said as you started poking at his chest gently with your sword, pushing him further into the corner.
he only frowned and a small whine bubbled in his chest when he realized there was no way he was getting out of this. slowly he slid down the wall and turned away from you.
you grinned proudly and leaned down, sticking your hand out toward him. "and give me my underwear back," you said through clenched teeth.
"but-but they're mine," he huffed, slowly digging through his pocket before reluctantly tossing your panties into your hand.
"thank you, you get to keep two," you said as you grabbed your panties and threw two into his lap. "now that's ten minutes in time out, and I don't wanna hear a single sniffle coming from this corner."
"i wasn't being tooā¦ difficult today, right?" his voice breaks the silence, and you open your eyes again.
your fingers keep running through his curls, messing them up in the cutest way. you just shake your head, and before you can even say anything, he interrupts.
"i'm serious, you can be honest."
your heart tightens at the way his eyes shine in the dim light, not with tears, but they always managed to pull you in.
"no, baby, you wereā¦ fun. at least i got some cardio in today," you say with a light laugh as you lean in to plant a quick kiss on the side of his nose.
you hear his breath catch and feel his arms tighten around you. you'd normally complain about him feeling too heavy on top of you, but you can't bring yourself to do it now.
"you're welcome," he replies after a moment, a small smile appearing before his head drops onto your chest and you let your nails scratch at his scalp.
"you look really pretty, jace," you blurt out, and you hear him laugh as he lifts his head.
"thanks, you do too, baby." he says with a lopsided smile as his eyes scanned your face and the way the light of the candle illuminated only half of it. he leaned in, his lips softly brushing against yours. it starts off slow and sweet, but then his hands go to your cheeks and he deepens the kiss.
"jace, oh my god, jason!" you squeal as he moves from your lips to slobber your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, and your temple with kisses.
he has a grin on his face, "what? can't i be affectionate now?"
"yeah, but why are you being so good now?" you ask. "i could've used a well-behaved jason a few hours ago."
"i'm being good?" he leans back to look at you with an arched brow, his grin growing as you nod.
"does that mean i can move my pin back to green now?" he asks, his lips starting to brush against the top of your head.
you chuckle while your fingers slide under his shirt, feeling his stomach tense up. you love how each of his muscles responds differently to your touch.
"pft, no," you say, laughing at the sound of his groan.
What are some jason todd coded songs in your opinion š¤
OOH HMMMM okay so I am a strong believer that Jason would mostly listen to music from alternative genres, but I personally donāt mostly. These are just the four things from my playlists that come to mind: ;)
The first thing that I thought of immediately was the band KMFDM. I think that literally any of their songs could fit Jasonāor even the entire Batfamilyāsāvibes because they just have this very high-energy, aggressive tone that reminds me of the group
Sheās My Collar by Gorillaz does also remind me of Jason though I think multiple of their songs could be him-coded. Not only because of the tone in their music but also the political messaging behind a lot of their songs and the band in general, which I definitely think Jason would support and align with if DC werenāt so cagey and working with that war criminal, yucky Tom King
The cure by Olivia Rodrigo just SCREAMS Jason in my mind. Literally when it first came out I ran to name a fic for him after it because the lyrics just really connect with how I perceive his story. The idea of being loved yet it not being enough to erase insecurities and anxieties, is that not the most Jason thing ever?
I also think Twilight by BĆ“a is very Jason. Not so much with the lyrics as the song talks about being in a love triangle, but rather if you isolate some of the lines then it really is him. Specifically the line āitās a necessary evilā THATāS JUST JASON!! I also think the songās general anguish, very much reflects him
I did ask my alternative friend for some recommendations too but I feel like Iām getting too sidetracked adding them in here </3
BĆA MENTIONED??!!!! š HE'D DEFINITELY LISTEN TO DUVET PLEASE SAY YOU AGREE. ALSO I AGREE TO ALL
On that note, I believe that Jason would listen to mitski idk why. Likes 'my love all mine' screams Jason for me š
Another song that comes to mind when I think of Jason is Colours by Halsey. GOD THIS SONG FREAKING IS JASON FOR ME. Not a huge fan of the artist, but AHHHHHHHHH (I prefer the stripped version more than the original)
'Dancing with your ghost' by Sasha Alex Sloan. Especially the line "I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright." Like š«
'I hate everything about you' by Three days grace feels like a song he would listen to after he got revived and just has those angsty feelings towards Bruce about him hating Bruce but still has those residual feelings of caring for him.
But yeah, definitely heavy metal, alternative or something soft fits his vibes in my opinion.
Dick Grayson would listen to Abba I feel like lmao
I actually need to get this out of my system but all of the people who find it annoying that some will say that the hate for Supergirl is purely misogynistic, simply arenāt understanding the depth as to why people are saying that.
I do agree that the movie had flaws, yet I think so much of these flaws are drastically over-exaggerated due to the fact that itās a female-centred superhero movie and held to a higher standard. Itās not that disliking the movie is misogynistic, itās just how amplified the hate for it is!!
When superman came out, I barely saw any negative reviews or anyone pointing out the flaws for it in favour of hopecore and supporting the message. Itās only here that the power of Karaās character and what she means, is ignored because the movie fell short in some aspects where the comic thrived. Itās not unjustified but itās the majority of response to the movie, thatās the issue here
And what annoys me the most is how this reflects on wider female-lead superhero movies. It makes them seem riskier in the eyes of studios when they should be just as valuable!! So many beautiful stories fail to get told for this reason and it genuinely pains me to no end </3
the thing that annoys me the most about the supergirl hate is that when superman came out last year my (instagram) feed was flooded with hopecore and people hyping it up, "kindness is punkrock" and everyone was seemingly so inspired to do good, they all loved that superman defeated a rich person and stood up for the oppressed. there was still hate for the movie but the positivity drowned it out
now that its supergirl, all i've seen is hate with very little defense which is insane because how could people not like sex traffickers being beat up? why would we not want women to do good things? there just isnt enough hype for this movie, and i genuinely think that the people who have seen it and still hate it, unless they have a VERY good reason, are simply sexist, because most of them don't have a reason outside of "Shes annoying"
Gwenpool, Pam Beesly and Jay (especially in the Ninjago movie)
no pressure tags: @magikcheese3 is highkey the only mutual I have who I know likes these and hasnāt already been tagged lolll but anyone else is welcome to join!!
