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Bakugo likes when you trace and touch his scars

For a guy that constantly hates when people touch him ,he sure as hell doesn’t mind when you touch and rub around his marks on his right arm.

He’s not even left handed but he takes the sacrifice and struggles to use his left to text or write whenever you come beside him and poke and rub against his bicep. He’s sensitive on some areas even 8 years later, but he loves the warm comfort you bring when you do so.

Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it, your chubby cheek mashed against his arm, cuddled up by him like a cat and rubbing it up and down as you watch a show, he glances down at you and can’t help but feel his cheeks warm. You give this man cute aggression.

Some days you sneak in a few kisses on his hand. Though it’s scarred it’s never calloused, still soft and warm, it took some time for Bakugo to even get used to your clingyness, and you respected it. In the beginning, Every once in a while you’d ask “May I touch you?” Which, he’d never admit to but he appreciated your asking heavily, not a lot of people respect his boundaries to NOT touching him, but you always did.

Eventually he just told you ,”touch me whereever you want.” In his aggressive way, but you took heed and did so.

After finally getting comfortable you couldn’t stop touching and kissing him.

His skin was soft, he smelled amazing, and he always made you feel so safe. Just like he is now;

The snow is falling, the fire is burning, and it’s his day off, you’re laying beside him on the cozy big couch not even paying attention to the show but his arm and face, giving it little kisses and gentle touches, Bakugo humming every once in a while when you touch a soft spot on him. He doesn’t mind it all, he’s watching you through his phone, recording you lost in your own world of fascination with his skin—-because of course he has a staring problem just like how you have a touching problem.

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Priority One

You come first for Jason ~800 words

At his core, Jason Todd puts himself last. He's the first to jump in front of a bullet, first charge into a burning fire, first to drop dead center into a group of thugs.

It's not that he doesn't care about his safety, it's just that he deems his safety as lesser. He's stronger, sturdier, and if he's the one that goes down instead of someone else? That's a good thing.

He knows people would worry. People would miss him. But they'd move on the same way they did before. They would fill the gaps in the spaces he leaves, and there wouldn't be a need to pick the pieces off the floor because nothing would break at his loss.

At least, that used to be the truth. It was the truth until you nestled your way into his heart, and he somehow became a fixture in your life. He didn't mean to do it, didn't mean to make you fall in love with him, and he certainly didn't mean to fall in love with you.

But he did.

And now he makes sure you sleep on the inside on the bed, safe between the wall and him. He walks between you and the road, always on guard for swerving cars and shady civilians. He checks your apartment during patrol, though it's more for his peace of mind than yours.

Jason Todd still puts himself last, but the thought of you comes first, when he dives into the line of fire. If he doesn't come home, who's going to fix the leaky faucet or take out the trash when it gets full?

You could do it, he knows you could, but he doesn't want you to have to. So, he upgrades his armor when he would normally put it off. He's quicker to stop the blood dripping from his wounds. He's more aware, when he's shifting through the shadows of an enemy base.

He never worried about what he would leave behind. Not until you started to kiss his jaw before his nightly patrol, not until you started to reach for him every time he came home, beckoning him to your side and under the waiting, warm blankets.

He worries now. He makes plans, sets aside money, and makes his closest allies promise to keep an eye on you if he ever can't. He becomes your shield, whether you're aware of it or not, he has you covered.

You're his priority, and in becoming so, he's slowly becoming a priority, too. You're happier when he's okay, so he steadies his reckless tendencies. He dismantles the bomb in his helmet. He turns on his tracker for Oracle to keep an eye on.

For all the times he looks after himself, it's with you on his mind. He double checks his gear because he needs to pick up paper towels on the way home for you. He cleans his grappling hook because you asked him if he wanted to go out to dinner and a movie tomorrow.

He waits for backup before breaking up Penguin's latest smuggling ring because you recommended a book for him to read, and he only has a handful of chapters left to finish.

It's you, and you, and you again, that gives him a reason to want to make it to sunrise. It's you, that makes him really want to live.

He wants to see coast cities and tiny forest towns outside of whatever crime he's hunting down. He wants to travel and explore and try everything and anything– as long as it's with you.

He'd give up the world, give up everything he knows, as long as he can give you what you want. But all you ever ask, even if it's not in so many words, is for him to come home. So he does. Every night. Every day. Every time. Jason Todd finds his way back to you because your wants are his first concern.

He sheds his armor and kicks off his boots and leaves everything but the thought of you at your windowsill. He smiles when you murmur your sleepy greetings because he knows you think his smiles are pretty. He checks the locks and changes into the pajama set that matches with yours because you giggle every time you see it.

And all these things are so little yet so big all in one. They fill the cracks beneath his skin, and when he finally has you in his arms again, Jason Todd knows that nothing will be greater than this, than you.

There is no adversary, no injury or mission, that would have his gaze from straying from his singular goal; making it back to your arms to fill your days with all you deserve. With joy. With love. And for as long as you desire it, with him.

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐕𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊...𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys gene x fem!reader

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: mask kink, fake knife play (it’s a costume prop), manhandling, overstimulation, dacryphilia

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

it had been a fun night with gene, one that now had lasted deep into the early morning. you both had snagged free drinks from one of his old friend’s halloween party—and after enjoying the show of other drunk people making fools of themselves and making out around every dark corner, you finally found yourselves stumbling through your shared apartment door.

he’d gone in first, murmuring how he ‘needed to get something real quick’ and quickly stepping through the doorway, but when you stepped in after him he was already gone. your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you shut the door behind you. squinting around the dark hall, you search for your missing boyfriend, calling out his name and using your hand to guide you along the wall.

gene had worn a classic scream costume—to your request and his very eager and amused agreement—with you matching as his ‘victim’ in your bloodied sidney prescott fit. despite this (and seeing him in his costume all night), you can’t help the full-body jump you have when you glance into the dark doorway of your bedroom.

“oh! gene.” you gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “what the hell are you doing?”

he doesn’t respond, the tall and looming build of the man a bit intimidating in the dark lighting. behind the scream mask he gives you nothing but silence, and after a few moments, he begins to creepily tilt his head at you.

you know it’s him, and you know the smug bastard is just trying to scare you. but the shivering anticipation of an incoming fright still buzzes through your veins, and all you can manage is a nervous chuckle as you shift on your feet—suddenly feeling small.

“baby, stop it. i know what you’re trying to do.” you giggle, backing up a step.

his shoulders lightly shake, as if he were holding in laughter of his own, before he quite suddenly takes off in a sprint towards you. immediately you turn to run away, a shriek of terror leaving your lips when you hear his larger stride of footsteps thudding after you. your capture is not as quick as you thought it would be, and as you circle around the kitchen counter and turn around, you realize he was very purposefully drawing this out.

you carefully observe the mask staring you down from the other side of the island, trying to ignore the buzzing anticipation that was beginning to make your legs weak. you swallowed as you realized how quickly this situation was making warm slick pool between your legs, chest heaving while your mind raced with the possibilities.

taking a calculated step to the side, your feet freeze when he follows, getting just that much closer to you. pressing your lips together, you make the fatal mistake of attempting to juke him out, running around to the opposite direction only to be intercepted. strong arms snatch you up by your waist. one moment you’re lifted into the air and pulled against his chest with a startled yelp, the next your chest meets tile as you’re suddenly bent over the counter. gene’s breathy and muffled chuckles meet your ears, one of his hands pressing firmly against your back while his hips press forward to pin you in place—and you feel his very prominent hard-on pressing into the swell of your ass.

“should i be worried at how turned on you are from scaring your girlfriend? sicko…” you pant, the insult empty and hypocritical as you shift your hips to gain friction against the bulge in his pants. 

he gives a full hearty laugh at that, his free hand trailing over your side before squeezing the fat of your hip, pulling you back before thrusting against you. the force he uses knocks your head down from where you can lift it, pressing your cheek into the cool counter. it gives you a taste of what you were in for, and you have to hold back the small shiver it sends up your spine.

“but you’re so cute like this. can you blame me?” he muses, and you can practically hear the smug smirk through his tone.

before you can respond, his hand leaves your hip and you suddenly feel the cool blunt edge of his costume’s knife pressed against your throat. he forces your head to lift back up, rolling his hips into yours with a quiet and low groan—one that barely meets your ears. your back meets his chest, his excited breaths matching your quickened ones.

“your heart is beating so fast,” he lowly whispers in your ear, his deep laugh vibrating through your frame. his next words are whiny, with an air of mockery behind them. “poor doll. did i really scare you?”

you stuck in a sharp breath. “gene-”

“shhh,” he drags the edge of the knife up your throat, forcing you to arch your back further. “i won’t make you wait. such a pretty victim deserves something quick and painless, right?”

your breath hitches when you hear the shuffling of fabric over his raspy snickering. there’s nothing to do but hold your breath in anticipation when he makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants, looping his long fingers under the edge of your panties, and tugging both down in a rough motion. he leans forward again, his length bobbing and pressing into the curve of your ass as he comes close to your face again. the blunt edge of the knife leaves your neck, clattering dully on the counter, and is quickly replaced by his veiny hand.

his fingers prance against your jawline, the rough skin pressing into your chin, and turning your head to look at him as he slides his mask up. his skin is glowing, some of his hair pressed with light sweat into the side of his face, and he’s somehow more attractive like this than his normal unruly look. maybe it was the teasing look in his eyes or the glint of his piercing against the dim kitchen lighting as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

whatever the cause, there were no complaints from you when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth with no remorse and tangling with yours. the taste of cigarettes barely masked by peppermint invades your tastebuds, the hint of the alcohol he’d consumed much earlier in the night sending a lingering numbness against your lips when you pull away. he huffs, thumb rubbing across your cheek to get you to open your eyes again.

“you’re good?” he rasps, deep blues searching your face for any true sense of fear or hesitation.

you can only nod in response, attempting to steal just one more kiss from him. he grins back at you as he pulls away, another rumbling laugh leaving his throat.

“nuh-uh. you’re just gonna take it. you can do that, yeah? you remember what to say if it’s too much, don’t you?”

“mhmm…”

“that’s my girl.”

rough finger pads leave your face and quickly find a spot between your shoulder blades, pressing your chest down on the counter in a swift and powerful push. you barely have time to catch your breath when his girth presses against your bundle of nerves, rubbing and gathering the slick that was practically dripping from your core. in a quick motion, he pushes the thick head of his cock in, shallowly beginning to thrust as he forces his way inside.

a low and long groan leaves his lips, dragging into the now-heated air as he gets pulled in deeper by you, your fluttering walls giving way to his long length.

“fuck.” he drawls out, quickly speeding up and barely giving you a moment of respite once he bottoms out, his hips starting to smack lewdly into your skin.

the air is knocked from your lungs at his sudden harsh pace, fingernails digging against the counter tiles while your other hand reaches back in a futile attempt to control his speed. stuttered and breathy moans spill involuntarily from your mouth, sparks of pleasure already shooting through your heated nerves as he pounds your aching cunt with no restraint.

“yeah? you like that?” he asks in a pitched, mocking voice. “like when i chase you with a knife and bend you over the counter? and you called me sick. look at you now-”

he grunts when your pussy squeezes against him, his words cut off short. “fuck, doll, loosen up. we just started.”

you want to reach back and smack him at his continuous condescending tone, but you're humbly reminded of who was the “victim” and who was the “predator” here as he presses against your shoulders again—stopping your squirming before it even started as a scolding ah ah ah leaves his lips.

“let’s see how quick i can make you cum, huh? since you can’t keep still like i told you to,“ his hips change their angle and his freehand pulls your hips up, his dick head battering into a set of nerves deep inside of you, choking your breaths in your throat. “you must be eager.”

you swear you feel him knocking into your diaphragm with every harsh thrust, leaving you gasping for air as you press your forehead into the counter. your legs burn as you're forced on your tiptoes, feet barely meeting the floor with the way he’s holding you up. he doesn’t let up, and of course anytime you think you’re able to maybe get used to his pace or angle he shifts again, leaving your poor nerves fried as the knot in your stomach grows uncomfortably tight. his cool finger slid over your clit and rubbed into it without the slightest remorse, not pausing or hesitating even when high-pitched gasps for air left your lips.

“please, i can’t-“ you whine, stopping when the hand that was still firmly placed over your back slides up to grip the back of your neck forcing your head to turn to the side again.

“yes, you can.” his tone is stern. “right now.”

involuntary tears build up in your eyes and your vision blurs, legs weakly trembling as you give a pathetic string of half moans, the salty crystalline of your pleasure spilling over your lashes when you’re finally pushed over the edge. as reality blurs with what you honestly think could be the afterlife, gene at least graces you with a small moment to recover, his movements stilling as he leans over you again.

his chest heaves against your back, breaths hot and heavy against your ear before his tongue startlingly flicks across your cheek, licking up the tears that stained your skin before placing a sloppy, searing kiss in its place. “so cute… i think i'll play with my victim a little longer.”

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late night/early morning stakeout

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Inked and colored an older drawing excuse me drawing Rocky with everyone I luv that cat 😺 😤 I remind myself that I can do what I want ✨✍️

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I think if Rocky moved in with Mrs. Bapka, his mental health would improve and he would be okay. I think it’s sweet that he supposedly frightens the elderly, but she’s not scared of him in the least. Though it would be a nightmarish situation for Viktor, having Rocky both at his workplace and right above his home.

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when you see a calendar do you flip to your birth month to make sure your associated image slaps or are you some sort of freak

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waiting for ur reaction/opinions on the new mha leaks queen

BRO. BITCH. SIS. MY SIBLING IN CHRISTTT. IF YOU HAD SEEEN THE LOOK ON MY FACE LMFAO I SAW THEM THE MOMENT I OPENED THE APP I WAS ON THE TOILET😭.

hiatus will not stop me from writing about my man EVERT.🙅🏾‍♀️ he looks soso good omg i cant really i like that he looks just as squishy as he did before LMFAOO my stinkie i love him sm,, AND THE FACT HE GOT HIS CARD SIGNED SHUT THE FUCK UP????? Im SICK.

i was a little saddened to see he wasnt in the top ten tho :(( but im thinkin they didnt immediately become like top heroes at 18 so they’d maybe have to go intern somewhere else before going pro and maybe only went solo recently, hence why he’s a bit lower, but all in all still so cool hes so cool i luv him sm (hell always be n1 in my heart and its all leaks we’ll have to see when the chap comes out :3 !!)

btw i saw a comment (that was most likely false ion know cus some ppl r so gullible) that hes married ?? Highly doubt it cus one if he it would be to me and two hes a fuckign loser lol highly doubt it BUT ANYWAYS MY. MAN MY MAN HE LUH MEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾

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okay so,,i got an ask but instead of saving it i posted it unfinished like a dumbass so i had to delete AUGHHH anon man i hope you’re still sticking around n tysm for the ask :((( if you saw this earlier you’re a hacker bc I deleted that AT LIGHTNING SPEED anyways hope yall enjoy <3

Fem reader (boobs), fluff, katsu n reader in their 20s, katsuki is nyasty and a big baby, nakedness and such, katsuki talks about boobies soo suggestive i think?? just to be safe :3

request : i saw this video on tiktok before and thought it was so cute! it was a girl pranking her boyfriend by telling him to leave the room so she could change and he was just so confused, was wondering if u could do that with bkg 🥹 <33

right now, katsuki bakugo is about 99% convinced that there's a stranger in his house.

that, or you're mad at him.

"what ?" he asks again for what he knows is once too many, because you giggle. he feels your hand press against his chest, keeping him from following you into your bedroom. you're all smiles.

"i said, i'm changing."

“..so ?”

"so," you copy, making your voice gruff and nasally in a way that's making his nose scrunch. "you. wait outside." you dig your finger into his firm chest to accentuate your point, talking slowly like he's a dog. katsuki's eyebrows furrow harder.

clearly, you take him for a joke.

"you know i've already seen you naked before, right?"

you splutter at his bluntness and usually it'd make him smirk to see the effect he has on you. You cross your arms over your chest that you're trying to keep him from seeing for some reason. "yes, i know that, thanks for reminding me."

without missing a beat, he grabs both of your arms and pulls them apart, pulling a gasp from you. he's always had this weird trigger with crossed arms. he pulls you closer to him until you're firm to his chest and leans forward.

"so, there's nothin' you gotta hide from me." his voice his gravelly the lower he speaks, half lidded eyes looking you up and down, you do your best not to look too bothered.

" 'm not hiding anything, promise." you wiggle your hands out of his grip to lift them up in surrender. katsuki grumbles, you smirk "i just don't want you following me everywhere."

he leans back like you'd hit him, like you'd popped him straight on his mouth, eyes wide and mouth agape "what the-so what i can't walk around in my own damn house?!"

"and you always happen to be walking where i'm going ? conveniently ?" you cross your arms again, hobbling a bit away from your boyfriend so he couldn't pull the stunt from a few seconds ago.

katsuki, now that you’re out of reach, copies you and throws his beefy arms over each other. “i dunno if you noticed, but this place isn’t that fuckin’ huge. everywhere leads to the same place.” he squints when you giggle with a roll of your eyes.

“uhuh, that’s why you somehow end up in the bathroom just watching me. it’s all connected.” you sass, and you managed to dodge katsuki’s fingers attempting to wedge themselves into your sides with a squeal. you grip at the door in warning.

“i’m slamming this in your face !” you warn, pulling the door open and back to taunt him. he stares at you for a few more seconds before he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and groans dramatically . his arms flop to accentuate how much your denial irritates him.

“fine. since you fuckin’ hate being with me so bad, don’t even know why yer ass even moved in then..” you giggle at his not so quiet mutterings, grabbing his arm you pull him toward you

“i was joking, big baby, you can come in.”

katsuki blinks at you, eyebrows furrowed. then his head drops and he shakes it, hair tussling around as he sighs loudly. you laugh and when he’s finally past the door, he pinches you.

“fuckin’ dumbass, thought you grew a third tit an’ didn’t want me to see or something.”

you spin around, smacking his arms causing him to cackle meanly at you.

“you’re such a child.” you huff, “i shouldn’t have let you in here.” you mutter, kicking off your pants. katsuki snickers behind you, you can practically sense he’s about to say something stupid.

“aw, ‘m flattered baby. ya want me to see your third tittie ?” katsuki swiftly dodges the sweatpants you’d launched at him, continuing to laugh. goddamn pro hero reflexes.

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"I'm proud of you, Bakugou."

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viktor vs cait innit

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PSA about reblogs.

i love when people have a mini marathon of my works, i really do. but only liking them doesn’t help me. if you like my works a reblog or a little feedback it’s so much better and it only takes a minute, even less. if you reblog things, more people will see it. reblogs are really important to fic writers. only liking and not reblogging does not help to get our works noticed. and please don’t get me wrong, i’m very grateful for the amount of notes on my works.

i’ve seen this happening to a lot of fellow writers and it’s very sad to see them just losing all the motivation and feeling discouraged from writing and posting because they just don’t get interaction.

and if you want to give us feedback but are a little shy or simply don’t feel comfortable leaving a comment on a post, i want you to know that is totally fine if you send an anonymous ask telling us your thoughts about what you read! that does help us a lot and gives us the little push to keep sharing our works.

and to the people who will say that we “should not be demanding / asking for anything or we're not obligated to comment anything” or whatever, remember that you are getting content for free—fics, fanarts, etc.—and all we’re asking for is literally the bare minimum! sharing content you LIKE helps and show creators appreciation for the work they put in.

liking is not bad but it doesn't tell us anything. reblogging is the way to help writers on here to gain exposure!

support fic writers. ♡

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Things About My Jason

aka things that might weasel their way into details of stories one day, might not

your boy is clocking in at 6’4 + 3/4 inches and about 245 lbs (he’s the only batkid to be taller than bruce). 

he cusses a lot it, usually doesn’t correlate w anger or intensity its just how he expresses himself. he’ll cuss at you sometimes but not at you and he tries his best to never do it out of anger.

he’s never said it out loud but he would drop all the vigilante shit for you in a heartbeat if you wanted him to (i think he’s also the only batfam member who would do that).

you have an agreement in place to never make any big decisions in the middle of the night/post patrol—this came into place after a few too many bad nights had him coming home shaking and panicked about your safety and convinced he needed to leave you alone for good. 

he kind of zones out sometimes, its bordering on dissociation.

you have a black cat, salem, that’s been around since before you and jason had even met. his yellow eyes pierce you in a way that feels like he’s glaring straight into your soul and judging what he sees. he was suspicious of jason for a while but over time has come to love and protect jason almost as much as you.

he has a lot of nervous habits that have built up over years of stress and trauma. he’ll often double or even triple check locks and cameras. his hand tends to go to where his gun holster would be, regardless of whether or not its there. he’s very conscious of your breathing, especially when you’re asleep, and when he’s stressed or upset he’ll try to align his breathing with yours. he worries that you might get annoyed with how often he checks up on you, be it asking directly, texting you, or just looking you over to make sure you’re doing okay, that you’re happy. he’s also made a habit of standing directly behind you when you’re wearing anything short, especially skirts or dresses. You’re not entirely sure if it’s intentional or not.

day to day, he runs on very little sleep naturally so he’s awake early goes to bed late. he used to not focus much on making meals that actually taste good and have thought put into them until he started dating you. he started catering his grocery trips specifically with you in mind and the things you might like. he actually prefers going on grocery trips and little mundane errands with you bc he had no idea that these tiny aspects of life could bring him so much joy and peace. he also buys you new towels and updates your first aid kit constantly, though the latter is more out of his necessity than yours. depending on his mood, he’ll usually either take scalding hot or freezing showers. 

he’s 100% down to let you decorate the apartment however you want, even if you move into his place. his only ask is that he’s left with space to put his books (of which ne needs plenty). if he had to choose, he probably likes a warm atmosphere best, in terms of like lighting and colors. he’s really just not a fan of anything that feels cold or impersonal like the manor can sometimes seem. other than that he doesn’t really have opinions on it, whatever makes you happy he’ll like. but he’ll still happily go shopping with you to find stuff. but really that’ll just look like you saying “ooh look at this” and him saying “great, lets get it” at every single thing you pick up. 

there are unloaded guns and ammo hidden around your apartment and also stocked generously in a closet or two. he cleans them regularly, you think he does it partially as a kind of stress reliever. before you he didn’t have too much regard for his own safety, so he would sleep with one under his pillow. 

he does everything he can to keep you safe and he’ll insist on adding extra locks to the doors and windows, ones the landlord wont have keys to. yeah he’s paranoid so he’ll keep the bed as far from the door as possible and is unrelenting in his insistence that you sleep on the wall side. if you’re too tired to move, that’s okay, he’ll gently move you over himself. honestly though, your apartment is just as secure, if not more, than any of his safe houses. as such, he absolutely can and will easily hack into the lobby security cameras to check up on things. if he has to go away for a while he’ll send one of his siblings to stop by to check on you and make sure you're okay. 

he prefers to wear layers, it makes him feel more secure and comfortable. he does like cutoff sleeves sometimes but only because you like them on him. aside from that, he’s usually not such a fan of showing much skin because of a) his scars and b) he feels exposed to attacks. he has so many long sleeved and warm clothes in his closet that he heavily encourages you to bundle up in some of them when its cold. 

he goes through phases of bad sleep and they can vary greatly in severity. there’s nights he just physically cannot sleep and this usually originates from intense anxiety. these are easier to ease him back from and some simple comforting will be enough to get him to at least try to sleep. most commonly its the nightmares that make it hard for him. it’ll usually be a one-off that he just can’t fall back asleep afterwards. the worst is when he goes through phases of frequent nightmares, like every night, multiple times a night. when that happens, he will do everything in his power to stay awake for as long as he can. you’ve yet to find any techniques that hands down prevent or even slow the nightmares, but you’ve been able to find some remedial measures that work pretty well.

kissing him helps get his mind off scary thoughts (but not joker related) but not just like single peck it’s got to be a whole session to really work. the one that works best is having a hand on one of your pulse points while you sleep, or directly over your heart. unfortunately this did lead to him to accidentally choking you after a particularly bad nightmare. he was absolutely horrified and removed his hands from you completely the second he gained recognition. he actually fully got out of bed and backed away from you. he wouldn’t even hear you out about him not sleeping on the couch and continued to not budge on it for over a week. 

him punishing himself like that made you feel extra bad because that had occurred during a round of the relentless nightmares and you were sure he was still waking up panicked constantly without you there to help soothe him. you actually know for a fact he was because every couple of hours the bedroom door would creak open slightly before shutting again like he was checking to make sure you were there and okay. you ended up having to literally lay on top of him on the couch and refuse to leave him for him to agree to sleep in bed with you again, although he was still not willing to fall asleep with his hands on you for a while. 

he always needs it to be quiet when he goes to sleep so he can stay on alert which usually leads to him waking up to the littlest sounds, which is technically the point. if there’s any kind of white noise he’ll force himself to stay awake. if he does get woken up he’ll go from 0 to 100 like that. he also needs the door to be shut, non negotiable, and really prefers the apartment to be colder > hotter. it also helps that you’ll cuddle into him for warmth.

all of these things are things he did before you met, but he’d also developed some new habits after you got together. he used to sleep in the middle of the bed but now he absolutely insists that you sleep on the wall side so he can act as a protective barrier between you and any incoming danger. unless its after a rough patrol, he tends to wait to sleep until after you’ve fallen asleep. he doesn’t really have a reason for this, it just makes him feel better.

his relationship with bruce is complicated, of course. in my canon, the extent of it is that bruce didn’t kill the joker, prevented jason from doing it, and has made many attempts to stop jason from killing at all. obviously it’s not the fact that batman won’t let anybody die that broke jason’s heart, it’s that his father couldn’t let go of his moral code for a second and avenge his murdered son. the resulting anger stems from so much sadness and grief over his own death and it caused him to isolate himself even further from bruce. on a conscious level, he wanted to be far away from him emotionally as possible to protect himself while still enacting his own kind of revenge towards bruce. and so yeah, he did try to kill batman a couple times, whatever.

on an unconscious level, he’d hoped that bruce would take the initiative to try to close the space between them and apologize, and while jason didn’t know it yet: that was all he really wanted from him. inwardly, he still cares what bruce thinks and wants his approval and affection but its so conflicting for him. it also doesn’t help that it took bruce such a long time to swallow his pride and even consider that he was wrong before he could apologize. a lot of negotiations had to take place before they could even begin to really reconcile. 

about a year later they’d come to a steady, solid agreement that mostly worked for both of them. jason was allowed to kill, but only within his territory in gotham and only under agreed upon circumstances. there’s also a separate rule that jason’s not allowed out on patrol when the joker is loose—it used to be a whole thing before you’d met and oftentimes several bats were assigned to keep him away. even with these guidelines in place, things were still rocky between them and jason had only just started to come back around the manor when he’d met you. honestly you and bruce meeting was a major step in this process and everyone could feel the shift.

his relationship with his brothers is different, but just as complicated. he kind of views dick as being perfect in spite of also acknowledging his flaws. in his head, its sort of like, in comparison to himself, dick had the perfect life with perfect versions of all the same pitfalls jason had to go through. he knows its not really fair to think of it this way, but it’s hard sometimes. all in all though, he does look up to dick a lot. 

with tim, he thinks he’s a crazy rich kid—which, fair—but also in a weird way holds a lot of respect for tim for not being afraid of him. realistically, the way jason showed back up and his relationship  with tim started is insane, so its even more insane that tim was like ‘yeah, chill’ and that probably jump started their bond as brothers more than anything. 

for as much shit as he gives him, he honestly feels really bad for damian and all the shit he was raised believing. he couldn’t quite explain why, but he does see a lot of himself in damian, even past the surface level anger. 

he’s not good at resolving fights, his mind tends to jump to the absolute worst and he assumes you’re done with him, you resent him, it’s all over. it was really bad at the beginning of your relationship when he hadn’t even begun to consider that you love him half as much as he loves you. now, you’ve been able to help him understand that you still love him, even when you fight, and fighting does not equal breaking up. however, he still has trouble taking initiative in making amends. not because he doesn’t want to but more so because he feels vulnerable in ways that terrify him, having to acknowledge and speak into existence that he’d done something wrong feels like setting himself up to be exposed with no defense. 

another part of him feels like he already hurt you and if he tries to remedy things with you, he could just make it worse. So for a while at least, you’ll have to be the one to start the conversation, though not necessarily meaning you have to apologize first. 

as we know, Jason’s not immune to bouts of fear and stress. there’s times when he panics and there’s times when he has full blown panic attacks. the panic attacks are rarer, but much more severe. he’s known to lash out (especially when he’s not at your apartment) and has definitely broken a nose or two of people who got too close/tried to touch him. you’re not sure if it’s an intentional action or not, but he tends to claw at his skin or hit himself in the head when he’s very upset. after going through a couple of these with him, you’ve compiled a thorough list of DOs and DONTs for these times. DONT hold his wrists, move suddenly, touch him without warning, or corner him. DO keep your touches light, words soft, rooms vacant of other people, and loud noises. slowly but surely they’re getting less severe and overcome quicker.

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100 Dialogue Tags You Can Use Instead of “Said”

For the writers struggling to rid themselves of the classic ‘said’. Some are repeated in different categories since they fit multiple ones (but those are counted once so it adds up to 100 new words). 

1. Neutral Tags 

Straightforward and unobtrusive dialogue tags: 

Added, Replied, Stated, Remarked, Responded, Observed, Acknowledged, Commented, Noted, Voiced, Expressed, Shared, Answered, Mentioned, Declared.

2. Questioning Tags 

Curious, interrogative dialogue tags:

Asked, Queried, Wondered, Probed, Inquired, Requested, Pondered, Demanded, Challenged, Interjected, Investigated, Countered, Snapped, Pleaded, Insisted.

3. Emotive Tags 

Emotional dialogue tags:

Exclaimed, Shouted, Sobbed, Whispered, Cried, Hissed, Gasped, Laughed, Screamed, Stammered, Wailed, Murmured, Snarled, Choked, Barked.

4. Descriptive Tags 

Insightful, tonal dialogue tags: 

Muttered, Mumbled, Yelled, Uttered, Roared, Bellowed, Drawled, Spoke, Shrieked, Boomed, Snapped, Groaned, Rasped, Purred, Croaked.

5. Action-Oriented Tags 

Movement-based dialogue tags: 

Announced, Admitted, Interrupted, Joked, Suggested, Offered, Explained, Repeated, Advised, Warned, Agreed, Confirmed, Ordered, Reassured, Stated.

6. Conflict Tags 

Argumentative, defiant dialogue tags:

Argued, Snapped, Retorted, Rebuked, Disputed, Objected, Contested, Barked, Protested, Countered, Growled, Scoffed, Sneered, Challenged, Huffed.

7. Agreement Tags 

Understanding, compliant dialogue tags: 

Agreed, Assented, Nodded, Confirmed, Replied, Conceded, Acknowledged, Accepted, Affirmed, Yielded, Supported, Echoed, Consented, Promised, Concurred.

8. Disagreement Tags 

Resistant, defiant dialogue tags: 

Denied, Disagreed, Refused, Argued, Contradicted, Insisted, Protested, Objected, Rejected, Declined, Countered, Challenged, Snubbed, Dismissed, Rebuked.

9. Confused Tags 

Hesitant, uncertain dialogue tags:

Stammered, Hesitated, Fumbled, Babbled, Mumbled, Faltered, Stumbled, Wondered, Pondered, Stuttered, Blurted, Doubted, Confessed, Vacillated.

10. Surprise Tags

Shock-inducing dialogue tags:

Gasped, Stunned, Exclaimed, Blurted, Wondered, Staggered, Marvelled, Breathed, Recoiled, Jumped, Yelped, Shrieked, Stammered.

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