But like so poly it turns back around he might just have a harem.
He's got subsections.
The cult boyfriend's, the superpower boyfriends, one random civilian who is friends with the cult boyfriend, he's got a might be bisexual might be a lesbian but she's super down to parent a child with him, He needed a hacker boyfriend.
Like he goes down for the count automatic message is sent to emergency contact list and 40 people just show up Dick's confused. Stephanie is pissed off and slightly offended.
Bruce is making eye contact with two actual villains.
While unlike in most situations, these people are perfectly content with their romance novel relationship.
Jason and Damian however are not feeling much more than pure terror as seven extremely terrifying individuals have to be coxed by a very drugged Tim Drake to cuddle instead of killing them both. 
Tim Drake x Connor Kent x Bart Allen x Anarky x Bernard Dowd x Danny Temple x Sebastian Ives x Cassie Sandsmark
Being back the longest ship name possible, and you can't even really pronounce it. 
Tim invented more hands.
It was a collective decision that it would take an actual baseball team to keep him alive so they founded the goddamn team. 
Requests always welcomed! I once again have no clue on their ship name, if you know plz let me know!
Read end of post for tomorrow's ship!
• Happened way too naturally, none if them even realized just how blurry lines between them got or how often they were crossed until Elmax slept over at their apartment once during college break.
• Lucas was leaving for classes and Dustin joked about getting a kiss goodbye, so he did, then Will and Mike playfully asked about where theirs was so Lucas kissed them too and left. None of them thought anything of it but then it started happening everyday.
• Will started kissing everyone good morning a few days after Lucas would kiss everyone bye, Mike was making breakfast with Lucas when Will walked in and without thinning he leaned up and pecked both of them softly, before walking over and kissing Dustin when he passed. Once again, everyone was just like, that was nice, and kept asking for it every morning.
• Mike and Dustin went shopping one day for the apartment and when someone asked if they were together they just shrugged and said, yeah, because they all kinda were, weren't they? Mike kissed him after and they both decided they liked it, and wanted to kiss the others more too.
• They all squeeze onto their couch together, Will is the only one not man spreading either so they are really pressed together.
• Dustin and Mike love embarrassing Lucas and Will in public, even at home they are both so sappy and borderline cringy with the stuff they be saying, terrible pick up lines and science jokes but Will and Lucas find it endearing and sweet.
• They've never explicitly stated that they're dating, but if anyone asks if they are they just say they are, they like how they are and how things are, they dont see a reason on labeling something that they already know.
• When the four of them get into fights, it's usually Dustin and surprisingly Will who can hold out the longest on being upset, Will just won't announce like Dustin but he will bring it up when any of the other three do something again.
• They all are super affectionate, all over each other with Mike being the main one, they are all super touchy and kissing constantly, whether on the head, hand, cheek, or lips.
✨️I'm curious to how you view all of the dynamics in the core four of yj, cause I feel like everyone has different opinions! Also I love your take on the agent C situation, so excited to see more!!!✨️
Okay I'm SO behind on asks, but I'll start with this one because i LOVE to yap about them specifically.
For clarification before I start: I'm a multishipper- i CANNOT just choose one ship, and I think they'd all be AT LEAST queer platonic with each other because it's hard to have "normal friendships" with people you regularly get put into horrifying situations with. They're co-dependent & possessive to the max. I also just adore them being poly because it makes everything about their relationships both better and worse <33
And I don't just mean poly like- group dates, and they're all dating Tim so sometimes they kiss about it. NO. I mean that everyone has unique and individual relationships with the other 3 where they go on dates, build their repitore, comfort each other after nightmares, and have meaningful moments together. AND they also have group dates where they hang out together, have group dynamics and relationships, and date each other at once.
No matter weather its platonic romantic or sexual, i see them ALL being equal partners. Even in cases like koncassie getting together in cannon, I can't really see them icing the other two out in many ways.
Like- Tim and Bart are so important to the both of them they can't NOT have them around. Those four are a set, do NOT seperate them unless you want them to set the world on fire looking for each other.
(Bart looking for Kon and breaking speedforce laws to find him again my beloved <33) (timcassie falling apart without them my beloved <33)
In DEWMA specifically, it's not outright stated if any of them are dating one another, but you could DEFINATELY interpret anyone dating one another. Or keep it completely platonic w/ the flirting just being normal friends hyping each other up and being silly. I left it pretty vague bc i wanted to focus on Tim's relationships with his family. (Lowkey, in chapter 10, Scarecrow interuped konbart's date 😔. Homophobic of him.)
Either way you interpret it, the Core Four in DEWMA are eachother's rocks. They are THE support system. No matter what, if someone needs something, the others are THERE, no questions asked.
Even though Tim makes friends everywhere he goes like he does in cannon, DEWMA Tim lets even FEWER people beind his defenses, and allows pretty much only the core four to see him venerable. ALL of YJ knows his identity, including steph, cissie, secret, and red tornado, but the core four KNOW tim.
He makes space for them in his life, even if it leads to weaknesses in his secret identity. For exsample: he leaves a blind spot in the security of his office so that they can come and go in and out of costume. He knows oracle can hack any electronic device, so he simply doesn't have them in that spot. Just so he can let YJ in.
He also keeps a communicator and distress beacon on him that are always directly tied to the YJ frequency, because making sure his friends are safe is more important than his identity.!!!! He trusts them with the locations of his safe houses. He differs to Cassie's judgement and allows her to call the shots.
And in return they trust him too!!! It's them they'll love each other forever and ever no questions asked.
Okay, so i hc that all Bat/Superhero computer systems (that oracle or one of the bats are admins of) have random SUPER encrypted files in as bait for anyone whos trying to hack the system
They're all tagged with HYPERSPECIFIC contradictions so only people farmiliar with the tagging system can gauge the pattern and tell what's a dud file and whats not.
For YJ systems (and teen titans later) specifically, i headcannon that every once in a while they'll link a rickroll dud file in their mission reports to try and get Rob to click on them.
BUT MY VERY IMPORTANT FANFICTION SCENARIO THAT I NEED TO WRITE: Tim Drake making fan edits of superheros. And then he stores them carefully on the YJ systems with the Highest Clearance Needed, the Most Heavily Encripted Files. Because the Edits are EMBARASSING.
Not bad- embarassing. He uses trending TikTok songs. He's Very Obviously Thirsty for his teammates. He uses some of HIS OWN PICTURES in the edits along with publicly avaliable ones bc he's a perfectionist and he has /just the right photo/ for this part of the edit. Which is part of the reason why he'd never post them.
He has edits of other heros too- his family mostly, but the ones of his teammates are Very Obviously Thirsty.
And then, one day, a villian almost gets all the way through the encryptions, and the whole team is like!!!! We need to check the file!!!! See what they could have gotten to!!!!!! And they Cannot Be Disuaded, and Tim protesting makes it Very Much Worse.
So they end up watching all the edits Tim has made of them. Reactions and teasing ensue.
Bonus, other random dud files in YJ's system include:
The Entirety of Doom (Barts fault)
The entirety of Wendy The Werewolf Stalker (still getting updated weekly, largest file on YJ systems to date. Has caught several tech villians of the week bc it's such a big file size and updated so regularly that it's too good to not try and break into.)
Sing-a-long disney movies
A PDF file of a single-paged document that just has the word BITCH in 100 point font (cassie's fault)
A powerpoint presentation on How To Find The Best Resturants made by Impulse
The entirety of Sanders Sides
Presentations made by Bernard about heros identities- very convincing, very wrong (Tim asked him to make them bc his bf can be VERY convincing even when he knows he's wrong lol)
Any civilian made compilations of Times [insert hero in YJ or that they know] Ate Shit
A/n: So I'm gonna try something a little bit different and post my full fic on here. I don't normally do this cause I assume people won't bother to read it but yk, I think some people will appreciate it, so here it is. I'm choosing this fic cause it seems to be the most popular recently. Enjoy!
Tw: abuse mention, attempted sexual assault mention, porn mention(this makes the fic sound really intense, I promise it's not, these are all just mentioned in passing. Basically the isle was not a good place)
Word Count: 1881
Summary: "Couldn't sleep either?" She asks. He heaves a sigh, sitting down next to her, she lays her head on his shoulder.
"Nightmares." Is all he says and Mal hums.
Carlos had always had awful dreams. Worse even, because most involved Cruella and very real things she had done to him.
Or
Two isle kids can't sleep well in their new home.
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It's odd how quiet Auradon can be. So unlike the isle that it makes her uneasy. Soft chirping crickets and Evie's steady breaths, that's all Mal can really hear in this place at night.
Nothing like the endless noise back home.
Mal remembers hearing screams on the isle, in the middle of the night. Out in the streets, with no castle walls to protect them. No walls in general. Not like the ones her mom provided for her. Large and sturdy.
Sometimes, when Mal was a little girl, Maleficent would threaten to throw her into those streets. With those wailing faceless strangers. She would tell her that one day, one night, those damned screams may very well be coming from her next. That way, Mal knew who was in charge. Who was really keeping her safe.
Her fists grip the fabric of the duvet that covers her, gritting her teeth. The almost quiet fills her with a jittery anxiety, worse somehow then the screaming on the isle. At least then, she could hear the chattering of busy late night markets to distract her.
Mal rips the sheets from her chest, sits up and swings her legs over the edge of her bed. Her foot bounces where it meets the floor, and she delegates, looking between Evie's sleeping figure and the too smooth too pink door to the hall.
Doors on the isle were always dark and splintered, nothing like the ones here.
She creeps to the door, desperate to get out of the stuffy Auradon bedroom she knows she'll never really be comfortable in. The sound of footsteps outside stops her from grasping the knob. Night staff, patrolling the halls to make sure everyone is in bed by curfew. She suppresses a groan, tapping her fingers lightly on the doorframe.
Cursing under her breath, she resigns herself, backing away. She doesn't want to risk getting caught so soon.
She worries her bottom lip between her fangs, knowing she can't stay cooped up like this, not with so much energy inside her.
Back on the Isle, she never had to worry about the restlessness. If she wanted to leave in the middle of the night, she would leave. Maleficent could be terrifying, worse then any threat the streets ever had. Sometimes she just had to get out.
Her lip is bleeding. Had she been biting that hard?
She looks around briefly, like she worried someone would catch her unguarded, and wipes the blood away with the back of her hand. Her eyes lock onto the window, an easy out, even if it is three stories high. They've jumped from worse on the Isle. Risk was a necessity if you wanted to survive.
"You're lucky it isn't broken." Evie had said to Jay, smearing salve around his ankle. It was only a sprain, but Mal still paced around the room like she thought he was dying. He'd only jumped off the roof because he was running away from some goons she had pissed off.
"I'm fine princess." He had said back, always aiming for nonchalance. Evie squeezed his ankle hard enough to make him wince, and then smiled all innocent-like. In a way only a princess could manage.
Mal had laughed at the time, stopped her pacing to smack Jay on the back of the head. But she was berating herself inside. Yelling and screaming.
She couldn't keep them safe.
The campus walls we're far too easy to climb. Why were there so many ledges? She hardly even needed to balance her footing. It's like they wanted students to sneak out.
She lands on the grass with a soft thud, barely even needing to bend her knees. She doesn't bother worrying about the open window, even when everything in her body begs her to go back and close it, to keep Evie safe. This isn't the Isle anymore, nobody has to worry about the wrong people sneaking in here. Hell, half the student body leave their windows open by default.
The Isle wasn't kind. Mal has a very brief, very clear, recollection of a man sneaking into her bedroom one night as a child, very nearly doing things to her she would never had been able to forget. Her mother and her goons had heard her scream, and the man was found dead the next morning.
It was still hard to forget his silhouette. His crooked smile.
She takes her time walking across campus, less staff outside to catch her. They're too pompous, too arrogant, to think anyone would manage to get past them.
Too trusting. She thinks, Far too trusting.
Their new hideout isn't really that. It's more of a dusty nook nobody knows about, tucked away in an old library nobody visits anymore. Behind bookshelves and old stained novels.
It was their safe space, they had established. A place to retreat to whenever things got rough. A place quiet and hidden and safe.
Except when she walks in and turns their corner, there's a knife pointing at her chest.
For a moment, no longer then a second, she has an internal battle. The Isle kid in her screams to fight. To hurt, to protect. To get that damned switchblade out of her face. The Auradon girl she was so afraid of becoming, felt a spark of fear, telling her to run, to tell someone, wondering how the hell someone snuck something like that onto campus.
Then, she realizes, as the knife lowers, that the blade is one of theirs.
"Sorry." Says Carlos, letting his body sag, "Didn't know it was you." He looks sheepish, lips bitten and shoulders hunched.
"Don't apologize." She says, letting the adrenaline fade, she makes her way over to their spot. The blanket laid out on the floor, surrounded by new Auradon pillows, is dusty and stained. An old raggedy thing that they had brought from their isle hideout. Something that smelled like all of them. "It's good to be alert."
"Yeah I guess." He looks as tired and restless as Mal felt.
"Couldn't sleep either?" She asks. He heaves a sigh, sitting down next to her, she lays her head on his shoulder.
"Nightmares." Is all he says and Mal hums.
Carlos had always had awful dreams. Worse even, because most involved Cruella and very real things she had done to him. He had always preferred to sleep in the warehouse, away from anything that reminded him of home. Sometimes, he'd wake up screaming. Those were the worst nights.
Mal grabs his hand gently, rubbing her thumb over one of the smallest scars Cruella had left on him, a long gash over his knuckles. "You wanna talk about it?"
He stays silent for awhile, twitching his fingers between Mal's.
"Same old." He says, which meant it was a very particular nightmare, memory really, he could never seem to escape. No matter how far away he was from his mother.
"There are no dog's around here," Carlos had said, voice hoarse. Evie was dabbing away his tears, drying them with an old rag they had found months ago. He had wiped his nose with the back of his hand, not yet scarred by Cruella. "None with spots." His eyes went hazy and distant, "But I have freckles you know? And mom needs spots for her new coat."
He had stopped there, but the bandages wrapped around his shoulder made them wish they had asked a lot sooner. Jay paced back and forth, jaw set and fists clenched, like he wanted to hurt Cruella in all the ways she had hurt their pup. Mal gave him a warning glare and Jay only grunted in frustration. He wanted to punch something. Someone. But loud noises and sudden movements scared Carlos when he was like this, so he settled for pacing.
"Normally I can take care of it myself." He said, "But it started getting infected, and I didn't know what to do." There was an unspoken apology in his words, like he was sorry he didn't tell them sooner, but Isle kids never said sorry. No matter how much they cared about each other.
Jay paced faster, trying desperately to stop himself from going and killing Cruella himself. Mal would stop him if he tried of course - couldn't risk both their boys being hurt by that bitch - but she was bleeding with just as much rage herself, really only reigning it in because Carlos was more important right now.
"Its ok Pup." Mal had said, "We're here now. She's not gonna hurt you while we're around. I can promise you that." She wouldn't let that woman get anywhere near him.
Carlos shifts uncomfortably, the bookcase behind them digging into his back at all the wrong angles, in all the worst scars. Mal lifts her head from his shoulder, and sighs, "Lay down."
Carlos raises a brow, breathing out a laugh. "What?"
She pats her lap, "Lay down."
He eyes her dubiously, like he thinks she's gonna try something while he's down. She would never, of course, not when he's so vulnerable, but the hesitance is still there, might always be there. Effects of the Isle, she supposes.
He lies down anyway, because he trusts her - because he knows her - and she cards her fingers through his curling hair. His whole body goes slack, and he sighs.
They sit there, indulging in each other, not saying anything for a good while. Honestly Mal thinks he'd finally fallen asleep until he speaks again.
"So what about you?" He finally asks, fingering one of the strings in Mal's sweatpants. "Why are you up?"
Mal laughs, "It's too fucking quiet here."
That pulls a grin out of her boy, "Yeah. Makes everything else so loud."
"I can actually hear myself think. It's awful."
This time, Carlos actually snorts. "Must be hard for you."
Mal flicks at his forehead. He laughs harder.
"What were you doing here this whole time?" She asks.
He points over to his laptop and a box of metal scraps and wires by the window, "Trying to upgrade some stuff."
Mal hums, "Trying to watch porn without getting caught by the school?"
Carlos smacks her arm, laughing. "God shut up."
They dissolve into a giggling fit, sleepy and half delusional, wrapping around each other at awkward angles until Carlos pulls at her to lay down with him.
"We really should try to sleep." He says, pulling a pillow under them "I can play some music so it's not so quiet?"
Mal huffs out a laugh, shuffling around until she's clinging and wrapping around him. "That sounds nice."
He grapples for his phone somewhere behind her, playing some song soft enough to distract them both. He wraps an arm around her like he always does, just as needy as she is. Though, that's not something Isle kids ever admit.
And just like that, they finally fall asleep.
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The others find them the next day, Evie cooing at the way they hold onto each other. Jay taking pictures that he can mock them with later. And Ben, who was watching the four of them with something akin to awe, something a little too close to envy.
