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Anon is so right Id love

For dick to realize how much he fucked up and try to reconnect with reader. Is Jason going to allow it? Will reader allow it? Is dick going to confront Bruce?

Will Bruce realize he fucked up?!

Augh I love this dick so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

imagine dick realizing reader was right all along? he will practically feel like he’d been gaslighting her without gaslighting her

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GOD IM FUCKING OBSESSED HOLY SHIT

god i wanna see reader get so fucked up and see dick have the horrid realization of what’s been done to her and how its their fault…god the way yoylu write has me frothinggg at the mouth. like i love dick dont get me wrong but yoi write him in a way that characterizes him so well in the story i just need to see him suffer i hate him but i love it GAH💕💕💕

my first anon omg- thank you!!!!

i love dick… he’s trying to be mature but doesn’t know how to deal with reader without overstepping jason’s territory

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tw!! talk and show of pill addiction.

Do you want to be a part of the tag list? Add yourself to the doc!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-A756u-0PdmBkb7qv8wzsCYWRKwdeICoUvSlrfOYzW4/edit

You stared at the bag of pills Anna’s friend had given you.

Nightmares had started to haunt you. Worse than before Arkham. Your evidence, having not seen it physically in years, suddenly filled your mind at every turn.

Nightly, you’d throw up into a pail that they had given you. Obviously, seeing a nurse wasn’t an option in Arkham, especially with the low staff count. And you wouldn’t even try to meet with your new physiatrist.

You realized that after more of the guards were fired, breakouts happened more often. Of course, they were more on the lower levels. Villains that had already escaped before.

You didn’t attempt to break out because one, you were not strong enough. Whether that was the point or not, Arkhams food didn’t supply you a great deal of protein.

Two, because you didn’t know where you’d go. You couldn’t leave Gotham, not if Jason came back. But you also knew Bruce would find you instantly, so it wasn’t an option.

Plus, with the fear has supposedly breaking out in places, you didn’t want to be in the streets of Gotham exactly.

Fuck, where were you? Right, the pills.

You think you’ve gotten addicted. You cant sleep without them, cant go through Arkhams day without them, and you classify that as maybe addiction.

You’d have to get off of them before Jason comes back. If he knew..

You didn’t want to disappoint him the moment he steps back into Gotham.

A loud bang of metal on metal makes you grab your baggie and shove them in your sweatsuit. Anna had slid your door open, grinning ear to ear.

“Me and Steph are gettin’ out.” She said, showing her baton she had stolen, waving it around. “You comin?”

You shook your head. You had gotten invitations like this all week.

“I’m waiting for someone.” You mumble. Anna scrunches her nose and points the baton at you.

“No man is worth stayin’ here, Reader.” She says. Noticing you staying on your bed, she sighs and lowers the baton. “Thanks for the baked goods, neighbor.”

She’s off down the hallway before you can even look.

An explosion sounding noise wakes you up.

The ground thumped under you. Your bare feet could feel the vibrations of many footsteps. Suddenly, your pills look more and more appetizing.

You walk to your window, before looking for something to stand on. You quickly grab the bottom of your night table and pull it over to the window with a grunt.

You step up onto the nightstand, and balancing on it, you peer over the stone bricks and look through the metal bars.

Prisoners left and right are practically rushing out of Arkham. You assume a large hole had been blown in, since you don’t remember an exit being there.

In the middle of the rushing crowd of patients, you notice red wearing men directing them. Most of the patients don’t listen, but some follow the orders.

That’s when you see him.

The iron man. The metal man. Robotic man? No, Knight man.

Fuck, these pills were making you crazy.

All you could think of is Anna telling you something about the new villain in Gotham.

You peer closer, trying to get a better view, but the metal bars stop you from looking out too much.

Whoever the man was, clearly held power over the red wearing men. He directed them angrily, and if you weren’t drugged out of your mind, you’d question why he’s at Arkham.

Until the man, without warning- looks up at your window, his mask staring directly at you.

“What the fu-“

Your ass hits the floor as you fall backwards, having lost your balance by the man’s contact.

You scramble to your feet and quickly try to move the nightstand back in the spot, before climbing onto it and looking out the window again.

The man’s gone- yet the red wearing men are still adamantly ordering around the patients.

You sigh of relief, telling yourself the man didn’t actually see you staring directly at him. You get off the nightstand, shivering when you feel your feet touch the cold floor. You grab a baguette to arm yourself, and walk over to the door, sliding it open.

It was left unlocked the day before, when Anna had broken out it seems.

You scrunch your nose and slide it back closed, trying to lock it, when a much stronger hand rips the door open.

You practically stumble back from the strength, your arm sore from being pulled along with the door. You take a couple steps back before remembering what you were holding and aiming it at the doorway.

“Don’t- don’t come in! I have a weapon.. and.. i’m not afraid to lose it!”

Jeez, did you slur that much yesterday?

You wince when loud, incredibly loud footsteps walk in, and you close your eyes, bracing for impact- or for something.

“Jesus-“ A click, and a hissing is heard. A loud slam of metal against your floor makes you flinch, your body jolting at the noise and vibration. You open your eyes, ready to threaten the stranger-

“Jason?”

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y’all i have 14 more hours to watch of Arkham knight gameplay so i can try to write the story and make it make sense

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i need moots who are obsessed with dc

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tw!! talk of sa

I know Arkham Knight happened in one night, but i’m spreading it out slightly for the sake of the story.

You suddenly understood why every woman in Arkham looked numb.

As you walked out of Jefferson’s office, you didn’t flinch at the yelling from the office next door, as you usually would. You walked past the group of patients that would make obscene comments about you.

You found yourself in your room, staring blankly at the white peeling wall.

You wanted Jason. You wanted him to find you, to find out what happened. You wanted him to hurt Jefferson, the same way you’ve watched him in his Robin suit hurt men that have touched you.

You grab your pillow, and scream into it, possibly annoying other patients but you didn’t care. All you wanted was for it to get out.

The small visiting room seemed smaller when Dick Grayson was in it.

You looked at the crayons on the table, breaking them in half as Dick spoke to you.

“He’s being investigated.” Dick says quietly, choosing not to sit on the only couch, not wanting to intrude. “But with the luck people have had with Arkhams staff..”

Dick sighs and leans back against the wall, looking at you. “Until he’s gone, we’ve had them switch out your psychiatrist.”

His words make you look up.

“You mean- this wasn’t enough to get me out of here?” You say stiffly, your hands trembling around the broken crayons. “So what, your just going to trust another fucked up staff member? He fucking assaulted me Dick!” Your voice gets higher throughout the sentence.

“We didn’t know an assistant was taking over, Reader. They didn’t tell anything to us about it. We would have- we would have investigated him before he ever came close to talking to you.”

You snort. “Like that makes a difference for me to know that?”

Dicks fists clench. You knew he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself. Mostly Bruce, who hasn’t spoken to you once since he put you in Arkham. Although, you know he’s still a part of it, as you get sent gift baskets from Alfred weekly.

“This.. this is the best place for you right now.” Dick says, exhaustion seeping into his words. He doesn’t sound like he believes it, either.

“I hate you.” You whisper harshly, rubbing the crayons against the table.

“I know.”

The first sign you realized something was wrong, was when security lessened in Arkham.

Staff members were getting fired left and right. You assume it was Bruce, finally taking charge of Arkham and firing all of the twisted staff.

You walked down one of the catwalks, walking down the stairs to look at the lunch tables, driving where to sit, when you heard the television.

“Man charged with biting someone-“ Normal. “In a laundry unit after victim heard him screaming at himself.”

Zombie apocalypse? Gothams probably already had one.

You shake your head and walk over to one of the corner tables, sliding into the seat and setting your tray on the table. A woman sits down across from you, but pays no attention as she keeps to herself.

You stuff the slop into your mouth, because as much as you hated the food, you wanted to look like yourself when Jason came back.

If.

When.

Fuck.

You slam the tray of slop, on the edge of the table, making it fly off the table and onto the ground. The woman’s cross from you flinches but doesn’t react.

You can’t believe that your losing the idea that Jason’s alive. Maybe Jefferson fucked you up more than you thought.

“Oh shit- look how fucked up the guy looks!”

Your gaze moves to the television, where they show the victim of the biting man. Your eyebrows furrow are the image. *Is that allowed on the news*?

“Fuck- imagine being known as the guy who bit someone.”

“Carol, you used to eat your victims hair.”

You scrunch your nose and focus on the television instead of the patients conversations.

The second time you realized something was different, was when they shut off the news in the rec rooms.

You checked with the male block, and one had informed you that theirs was shut off too.

Gothams news was something people were used to. What was so horrific, that they wouldn’t show Arkhams patients?

With the lessening staff, you noticed more and more fights break out. It felt different than the years you’ve been here. There wasn’t the threat of a nurse with a syringe behind you at every problem.

You’ve started tying your doorknob to your bed frame just in case.

At night, you felt your bed frame jiggling. You bolted upright to see your neighbor trying to open the door, and you quickly walked over.

Visiting has gotten usual with her, since her guard had gotten fired.

You let her in before shutting the door behind her, and turn to face her. “What?”

She, Anna, looks at you with a grin. “They’ve given him a name.”

You look at her weirdly before walking over to your bed and sitting down. “Who?”

“The guy whose been dropping fear gas everywhere. Didn’t you hear Steph talking about it?”

Steph- a patient whose boyfriend works as a journalist.

“No- I barely talk to her.” You mumble, watching as Anna walks over to your dresser and grabs a baked good from the gift basket. “So a guy has been behind these weird attacks?”

Anna nods, her lips pursed together as she chooses form your stash. “Apparently no one can find anything out about him. Only knows he’s working with Scarecrow. Do you like these?” She holds up a blueberry muffin and you wave her off to take it. “So he like- calls himself the Arkham Knight. Or at least, that’s what Stephs boyfriend said.”

You snort. “Wonder who he’s after.”

Anna nods, raising her eyebrows sarcastically. “Yet he’s the first villain to name himself after Batman. If I had the money to become a high class villain, that would’ve been my first idea.”

You watch as she bites into one of the muffins. “No one’s as smart as you, Anna.” You say, sarcastically, but she doesn’t ever notice that.

You look at the barred window in your room, and get up, walking over to it. Only the tips of your fingertips can reach it, so all your able to see is the top of a tree growing next to Arkham.

“Arkham Knight.” You mumble to yourself. “Let’s hope your different than the others.”

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tw! sa undertones

P3

If you thought you felt crazy thinking that Jason was alive before, you felt ten times crazier in Arkham.

The place wasn’t built for crazy people, it was built to keep them inside. Away from the high end galas and family members who were ashamed of them. A place where Batman could put villains that were too much trouble for the GCPD.

You fit into those catagories perfectly.

Dick wasn’t lying, Bruce had gotten you the suite. The suite in Arkham. You had assumed your room might be better than the ones the Joker would’ve had. Or any other villain that’s escaped from here.

Escaped. Maybe that’s why Bruce put you in a suite.

Through unpacking, they didn’t slow you to bring in any of Jason’s items. His sweatshirt, his favorite books, even the paper band from your first concert together.

Because it would trigger your attacks.

You had punched the guards nose as they carried you out from holding.

What you had to give to Arkham, was they kept to a schedule. The point of it seemed to make everyone more crazy. Therapy was interrogating, Lunch was slop, and visiting hours… was just Dick.

You’re least favorite time of Arkham was Rec. They’d put you and the other high class young women in the same room, and expected no fights to happen. Sometimes, they’d mix the genders so there would be fights.

You learned quickly to keep to yourself and not tell anyone anything. You could practically hear Jason saying “Snitches don’t get stitches. They go missin’ in Gotham.”

Jason. Jason Todd. The boy who called you birdie. Your first everything. His red tank tops and his boyish smirk, his arm covered in friendship bracelets you’d make while he was on patrol-

“Reader?”

You look up from the table and avoid looking at the couple practically shagging in the corner, to focus on the man with a clipboard, looking around the room.

You were new, but he seemed newer.

“Here.” You mumble, getting up and walking past a small group of men who eye you in your sweatsuit.

You meet the man at the gate locking in the rec room, and meet his gaze blankly.

“You’re Reader? Right, I’m Jefferson, the new assistant to Doctor Jane.” The man says softly, yet clearly trying to be.. intimidating? “I’m taking over her clients while she’s on break after the.. incident.”

The incident. A woman had snuck a metal pipe into her meeting last week.

“Right.”

Jefferson clears his throat and smiles warmly at you, an expression not hardened yet by Arkham. “Follow me, please.”

Jefferson met with you two times a week. The first weeks were rough, since you had expected Jefferson to be the same as everyone else. To instantly deny your truth.

But he listened. He listened to your ideas, and your proof. You think he would’ve even looked at your evidence, if you were allowed to bring it in.

Sometimes, although it wasn’t allowed, he’d bring you a coffee. One from a diner on his way to Arkham.

You had questioned another woman in your cell block about if Jefferson bought everyone coffee on tuesdays. That question earned you a right hook, due to being a favorite.

You were laying in your room, staring at the top of your bed frame, fidgeting with your hands. Every night, you’d memorize Jason’s face. Especially when you weren’t allowed to have pictures of him here, you couldn’t forget his features.

You didn’t want to forget his face, in case he walked right by you.

With as much money Arkham gets from supporters and investors, the walls were paper thin. You could hear the rustling of your next door neighbor, as her secret escapades with one of the guards weren’t secret to you.

Below, you could hear pounding, most likely one of the women who was given a punching bad to ease her anger.

Your body trembled from the cold, but it wasn’t just from Arkhams shivering tempature. You had gotten used to Jason sneaking in, warming you up after his patrol. His ego boosting from his smirk as he told you about the goons he had taken down during the night.

He was so proud to be Robin. More people should’ve been proud of him for it.

You don’t realize your sobbing until the thumping next door stops, and your use of their white noise draws you out of it.

What, did your crying turn them off?

You hear rustling, before the guard walks out of her cell and up to yours. Unlocking the door, she peers in at you.

“You miss your dose of somethin’?”

You furrow your eyebrows. You knew most patients here took doses of things, but naively you assumed it was for their mental illnesses.

“For what?”

“For sleepin’. Almost everyone here gets some.” The guard says. “Leaves us less to deal with at night.”

At least she was honest.

You think for a moment, or not at all, before replying.

“Yeah. I take those.”

The pills make time in Arkham fly by.

You realize it’s why most of the patients take then. If you didn’t look at Jeffersons calendar every meeting, you’d understand why most of these people go crazy.

Jason would knee you in the vagina if he knew what you were doing. But he’s understand. Atleast, that’s what you tell yourself.

You’ve noticed one thing about Arkham, the prosedures.

Shock therapy. You wouldnt beleive it still existed, if you hadn’t seen the marks on the women at your lunch table. You had realized they hadn’t done it to you, because Dick or Bruce must be too involved with your care. Plus, Bruce could figure out anything that happened to you, as long as he was interested.

You hope that being his sons girlfriend will be enough for him to care about you for as long as your in here.

Jefferson’s office smelled good. Different than usual. You realized why when you saw a candle on his desk.

“Reader, come on in.” Jefferson says from his desk, scrubbing on his papers. “Sorry for the mess, some of the patients here have no knowledge for manners.”

He looked at you and gestures for you to sit in the chair across his desk like usual. You did as he said, and he seemed to always relax at your obedience.

“I heard we had a setback earlier this week.” Jefferson starts. “Randy told me she heard you talking to..” He checks his papers. “Jason, in your room.”

“I wasn’t talking to him.” You mutter. “I was talking about him. To myself.”

Jefferson clears his throat and nods. “Right. Well, we do know that a main reason your here is for your.. obsession to this case.”

He slides over a cup of coffee for you, which you take, tkaing a sip.

“Reader, you know that I am supportive of your ideas about this Jason. Regardless, any way out of Arkham is proving the fact that you aren’t, focused on what happened to him.”

Jefferson gets up from his desk and walks around it, sitting on the edge and looking down at you as you sip your coffee.

His lips twitch. “Good, right?” He says quietly, watching you. You nod, and he starts. “I don’t think you should be here. You aren’t like these other women. They have tarnished themselves. But you..” He draws off, reaching out to gently take the coffee from you.

Your lips were practically still on the container as he pulls it back to himself, making you look up at him in confusion. He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip. He makes a noise as the coffee hits his tongue before looking at you. “I’m the only one that listens to you in here.” He says quietly. “I think you know that. And if what your saying is true, I want you to be able to get out of here and prove everyone wrong.”

He leans in, meeting your gaze. “I can sign you off and have you out of here after evaluation, but after all those treats i’ve given you, I think I deserve some of my own. Don’t you?”

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If someone told you years ago that you’d be watching Jason’s older brother bail you out of the station, you would’ve laughed at them.

Yet now, as you watch Dicks hands scribble his signiture onto paper with Gordon standing behind the desk, the disappointment from him was enough to prove this was reality.

“She’s been here five times this week, Grayson.” Gordan says, his arms crossed. He very rarely handles personal situations, but anyone surrounding Jason Todd’s death was personal to him.

“I know. My father does too.” Dick says, sliding Gordan the signed sheet. “We’re working on it.”

“Working on it? I’ve had to up my patrol on the morgue because of one girl, Richard.” Gordan speaks sternly. “You might be working on it, but she ain’t.”

Dick sighs, looking at his rings before looking up from the paperwork and at Gordan. His bangs poked his eyelids before he brushed them back. “She’s had a rough time, Gordan. Talk to my father about it.”

With that- Dick looks over at you, who was sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the station. He walks over before picking up your backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

You could tell he was pushing the situation away, whether it was because he wanted to talk about it, or worried that you wouldn’t.

“Okay.” You mumble, getting up and following Dick out the door. The cold air of Gotham brushes past you instantly, as two women rush past you to get inside the station.

Dick looks for his car, having forgotten what his newest one looks like, before walking forward after spotting it.

You watch the blonde woman set down your milkshake on your table, along with Dicks Coke. Dick offers the woman a playboy smile before she walks off and he turns back to you.

“This will look bad in Bruce’s eyes.” Dick says, not even taking a sip from his soda. “I told you, I didn’t want him to feel backed into a. corner to do something.. drastic.”

You furrow your brows at Dicks choice of words and look up from your shake. “I wouldn’t have to keep doing things like this if he would just listen to me-“

“Jason was his son, Reader. I get that you saw them fight a lot before his death, but Bruce looked into everything-

“He’s not dead!” You yell, slamming your fist on the table. The diner patrons look over to see the commotion, before going back to their own conversations.

Dick fidgets with the napkin, rubbing his thumb against it as he tries to figure out how to say what he wants to say.

“I warned you that Bruce.. he’s worried about you.” Dick says quietly. “I’m worried about you. Jason- he wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself.”

You felt your bottom lip trembling, knowing Dick would say something else that proved he didn’t believe you.

But whenever he spoke of Jason, you had the tiniest feeling. What if you were wrong? What if Jason’s looking down at you, disgusted with how your treating yourself?

“He’s alive, Dick.” You whisper, your fingers clenching around the glass. “I can feel it. I can feel him.”

You could practically feel yourself pushing Dicks last button, and you watched him grab his black cases phone.

“You knew this would happen, Reader.” Dick said, clearly exhausted from the situation. “I just hope you realize how much I tried to make this not happen.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

You looked up at the menacing building, your hands practically trembling with either fear or anger. You heard the scuffle of your luggage hitting the concrete as Dick pulls it out of his trunk.

“I told you, Bruce was going to be drastic if you acted up again.” Dick says, clearly feeling guilty under the shadows of Arkham.

“Fuck me that I didn’t expect him to send me to Arkham, Dick!” I yell, motioning at the building. “This isn’t- this isn’t the answer. How will I continue my search if I’m stuck here?”

“That’s the point.” Dick says, setting your luggage next to you. “You don’t.”

I glare at Dick before looking back at the building. “Bruce doesn’t understand. If he would just look at what I have to far he’s see it’s not making sense.” Your sentence almost loses energy as you realize Dicks blocking you out.

“Jason wouldn’t want this.” I whisper.

“Maybe he would, if he had to hear all of this himself.”

You instantly go quiet, your fists clenching. He insulted you in Jasons name.

In a moment, your fist reaches five inches before Dick grabs it, twisting it behind you and locking you in his grip.

“Come on, Birdie.” He says quietly, exhaustion seeping into his tone. “Bruce got you the suite.”

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P1

Jason Todd x reader that goes crazy after the joker kills Jason.

Reader, who was so fucking sure Jason was not dead. Begged Bruce to look at the details. Combed through the rubbage every night. Realized how nothing was adding up, yet somehow adding up perfectly.

Reader, who starts to go insane after her ideas start making more sense. Her corkboard fill up with theories Bruce won’t look at.

Reader, whose become violent when someone tells her Jason’s dead, taken by the Joker.

Reader, whose put in Arkham after breaking into the morgue the sixth time that week to try and prove that Jason’s alive.

Reader, who realizes she was right when Arkham Knight breaks her out of Arkham.

should i write this?

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i’m so fucking touch starved i just need a man with biceps to smother me with kisses

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Bodyguard!Rafe kook!reader

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whose screaming crying throwing up rn

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why does incest fics (not even step but full) keep showing up on my fyp when i keep blocking it

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i don’t care whatever sophia does i believe in woman’s rights and wrongs she can do anything and i’ll defend her

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what if the boys were on the ghost hunting team and reader was the skeptic?

they’d take turns leaving the room “to go smoke or piss” and go full ghost and freak reader out enough to fall into the arms of them <33

idea inspired from danny phantom

Ghost hunter!reader x ghosts!141? or instead of fully ghost, 'half ghost/half human', either one whatever

Either you're a skeptic and went ghost hunting to prove they don't exist, only for the guys to give you a surprise, or you swear ghosts exist and as a result, the guys like to mess with you.

is this anything?

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╭──╯ . . . . .𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. . . . . ╰──╮

ღ 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 ღ : Rowan

ღ 𝘈𝘨𝘦 ღ : Twenty

ღ 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 ღ : She/Her

ღ 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦(𝘴) ღ : Ro, Beach Girl

ღ 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 ღ : Pastel pinks and blues, yellows, oranges, and whites

ღ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 ღ : reading, writing, tanning, working out, swimming, and tennis

Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

Bestfriend!JJ

pussy!drunk!jj

jj and rafe and reader idea?

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╭──╯ . . . . .𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. . . . . ╰──╮

ღ 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 ღ : Rowan

ღ 𝘈𝘨𝘦 ღ : Twenty

ღ 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 ღ : She/Her

ღ 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦(𝘴) ღ : Ro, Beach Girl

ღ 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 ღ : Pastel pinks and blues, yellows, oranges, and whites

ღ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 ღ : reading, writing, tanning, working out, swimming, and tennis

Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

Bestfriend!JJ

pussy!drunk!jj

jj and rafe and reader idea?