#because of how Garfield is so mean to him lol

[simpingforheros]

Lover Man

Pairing: Roy Harper X Single Mom! Female! Reader

Summary: Roy Harper gave up on love after his relationship with Cheshire never went anywhere other than creating his bundle of joy that was Lian Harper. That was until she came knocking on his door.

Warnings: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact, Female Reader/Female Pronouns/ Female Anatomy, Fluff eventually turning into Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Close Proximity, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Implied Abuse, Heavy Make-Out Session, Dry Humping, Implied Breeding Kink, Roy Harper being our Gentle King ((only this time)).

A/N: Soooo I had another Roy fanfic written completely in the drafts…and I hated it 💀. So I rewrote it and here it is. It’s a wee bit longer than my normal fanfics and I wanted to add more fluff and more descriptive detail instead of just smut. Please leave me some comments if you like this or if you don’t lol. Thank you.

A/N: I got my own ginger so it makes me wanna write about my second favorite ginger since I hardly see writing for him outside of him being a throuple with Jason. Roy Harper is just as hot as Jason because man’s literally got himself out of a bad place just for his daughter 😭🥹. Our responsibility king. Also Lian is aged up to 7 years old in this.

Dividers >>>> @cafekitsune

Roy Harper was a hardworking man. He slaves over his small mercenary missions with the occasional events of saving the city in the mix of raising a 4 foot ball of energy all on his own. He felt exhausted most the time, but that exhaustion keeps him out of trouble. It also gets him out of any venture for a personal life.

Sure, Roy had the Outlaws who would swing by after missions just to hangout and drink, and the Titans make a rare appearance to visit their favorite niece. Even Ollie and Dinah would occasionally come by to visit. But, after Jade came and left him high and dry, his heart was hollow…

Lian was his whole world and stars. He never thought he could love someone as much as he loved his little girl. He dragged himself out of his drug addiction just so he can take care of her, and she should be enough to make the backbreaking labor enough.

However, he notices how the doodled Mother’s Day cards that used to litter the fridge for Jade began to dwindle as her eyes began to look longingly at the other parents who had two parents and a pair or two of siblings. Lian says she’s happy to live with her Dad, who was her bestest friend in the world, but the occasional crayon drawings say otherwise.

The stick figures of Lian and Roy with a faceless woman and another stick figure child making it very clear that Lian wanted a mother figure, or at least a sibling.

Maybe one day Roy can give it to her…but right now he was too tired.

“What do you mean you forgot??” Roy yells into the phone as he speed walks back to his apartment complex.

He should have known better than to ask Garfield to wait at his apartment for Lian to come home and babysit for a couple of hours while he went grocery shopping. This week has been hell on him. He’s been dealing with some of Black Mask’s crew trying to expand to Star City and when he would try to get some sleep, the noise of some new neighbors moving in woke him up constantly. This was really his only chance to go do anything and Beast Boy forgot to come.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gar! Be here and watch Lian until I got back. How can forget to watch a 7 year old girl?�� Roy seethes as he walks into the main lobby and bolting up the stairs.

His heart was pounding with all the possible scenarios. He knows he’s overreacting, that she was just probably sitting by the locked door either entertaining herself or crying. But he also couldn’t help but be paranoid that she strayed off to go find him or someone snatched her up.

His worst fear coming to reality as he walks onto his floor and sees no one. He quickly gets to his door and jiggles the nob, feeling the secured lock.

Just as Roy was about to scream at Garfield again to relieve the unrelenting anxiety, the sound of a door opening behind him catches his attention as a familiar ring fills the static.

“Daddy!” Lian yells as Roy turns around, relief filling his body as he kneels down to greet the girl.

“Oh fuck, you scared me.” He says, as he sighs in relief. His strong arms holding the small girl tight to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the girl mumbles with sympathy pooling in her dark eyes. “I was walking Wren and she wanted me to see her new room.”

‘Wren? Who’s Wren?’ Roy thought as he quirks his eyebrow just as movement catches his eyes again to the door.

Another little girl was standing in the door way to the apartment. She looked the same age as Lian with colorful ribbons in her hair and the matching Star Academy uniform on as Lian.

‘Another Star Academy student? There isn’t any other student living here…’

Then the realization that this was one of the new neighbors hits him as a taller figure appears behind Wren. Her voice throwing Roy in a trance as she scolds the girl.

“Wren, I told you to not stare. Especially at strangers.” Her voice gently but protective as she kept her eyes on Roy. Her hand already on her daughter’s shoulder as her daughter apologizes.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I wanted to see Lian’s Dad and see if I can come over…”

The woman was the same age as him from what he can tell. Healthy, glowing skin despite the dark bags under her eyes. Her hair glowed like a halo in the fluorescent light of the hallway despite the messy frizz of what he thought used to be a protective hairstyle that her work day destroyed. Her boxy scrubs doing noting to hide her figure as the familiar logo of Star City General Hospital shined brightly.

“Dad.” Lian’s inpatient voice cuts through his daze as he looks to his daughter.

“Huh?” He says as his daughter giggles.

“I said, can I show Wren my room? I wanna show her all my Bluey toys.” She says excitedly.

His eyes briefly flickering over to the other excited little girl before stating gently, “I have no problem with it, but did you ask Wren’s mom if she can.”

“Yea! Miss (L/N) said it was alright.” She says happily.

‘Miss? I guess she’s not married…’ he thought as he handed Lian his keys with a joking quip, “Don’r throw a party while I’m over here talking to Miss (L/N).”

The girls giggle before running over to Roy’s apartment and entering. Roy stands up to his full height as he gives the mother a smile. She returns it with her own as she says,

“Normally Wren is pretty shy, so I was happy to see she made friends with a good kid.” She says as she pushes some stray hair out of her face before offering him her hand. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Roy. Roy Harper.” He introduces himself as he shakes her hand. He couldn’t help but smile brighter as they pulled their hands away, proud that his daughter helped out a new kid.

“Lian doesn’t have much of a shy side to her. I blame it on her mom’s genetics.” He jokes with a soft chuckle.

“You and your wife must be proud.” She says softly as she props her hip against the doorframe.

“Oh no, I’m not married.” He corrects her as he nervously stuffs his hands in his pocket as he felt a pang of gloom over his heart. “It’s just me and Lian.”

Her eyes dropped as she crosses her arms over her chest as she mumbles, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…”

“No, youre alright.” He assures her with a shrug. “Honestly, I should be apologizing for your first impression of me being my kid locked out of my apartment.”

She giggles as she waves him off as she says, “Lian told me that her normal babysitters weren’t in town and that ‘Uncle Gar’ was suppose to be here.”

“Yeaaa.” He groans as he defends himself. “I promise that i’m normally on top of the babysitting situation since I normally work nights.”

She nods as she says, “I understand. I have to find my own babysitter now that I moved across the country. I work days at the hospital.”

The idea seeming to strike them at the same time as both their little girls scream in delight as they play in the apartment over.

A compromise between two single parents.

The deal was easy and benefited both of them. Since she had to work 12 hour shifts on a 3 on, two off basis, (Y/N) would drop the girls off at school on her way to work, and Roy adjusted his “work” time so he can be home when they come home from school and babysit until Wren’s mom gets off from work.

When (Y/N) was off and Roy is working, She will keep both girls at her apartment and gets them ready for school in the mornings before they tag off.

During the rare occurrence that Roy had to go away on a “business trip”, the girls would just be with (Y/N) full time with Roy’s promise that it will only be a week and he will watch them when the weekend comes so she can rest.

This has been the routine for three months, and Roy enjoyed it more than he should. It felt great knowing that Lian was in capable, non vigilante hands when he was away and she had a female role model to who doesn’t fight crime in spandex.

Roy also adored Wren. She took a minute to break out of her shell, but she reminded him a lot of Jason. A quiet type who surprised him with her temper and mischief. He can see why (Y/N) is the kind of parent she is and how she easily keeps Wren and Lian in line.

Over the weeks, Wren and Lian became the dynamic duo of Star Academy. They did everything together and would cry if they couldn’t. The two even begged their respective parents for matching Bluey backpacks and sparkly shoes so they can match all the time. They even developed a cute habit of leaving colored drawings under the apartment doors for the other to find. The friendship was very heart warming and helped form the bond between their parents.

The two had a lot in common too. More than they expected.

“Wanna beer?” Roy offered as he stood up from the couch.

“No thank you.” She answers as she focuses on wrapping the present infront of her.

Tomorrow was Wren’s birthday, and while the girls are having a sleep over in Lian’s room, Roy and (Y/N) prepped for her birthday party.

“You sure, doll?” He says as he grabs a couple beers. He sits beside her and holds his open bottle near her as he jokes. “You gonna let me drink alone, and make me look depressed?”

Her eyes darken as she scoots away from him. The air turning cold as she snaps on him. “I said No, Roy.”

Roy immediately freezes before frowning in concern. He puts the beer on the coffee table as he whispers to her. “Hey, I’m sorry…”

Her eyes relax as her shoulders slump. She sighs softly as she mumbles. “No, I’m sorry…”

She reaches into her pocket a pulls out a familiar looking token and hands it to him. A 5 year sobriety coin. His brows shoot up as he looks at her in shock.

She giggles somberly as she says, “it’s not mine. It’s my Dad’s.”

She pulls her knees to her chest as she looks to the wall around the muted tv. Pictures lining the wall of Lian and Roy with some of just them or with friends. She smiles softly as she recounts.

“My dad was a bad alcoholic, but a good dad. He would take me with him everywhere he could and it would be like everyday was a good day. I was too young to realize he drank too much or he yelled at my mom a little too harshly.” She says as she picks at the material of her socked covered feet.

“It wasn’t until I got pregnant with Wren that he realized he had to sober up. He managed to stay clean for almost 6 years until a drunk driver hit him.” She chuckles sadly as she sees the irony in her dad’s death. “He even help me leave my ex who was also a bad drinker. I guess seeing my dad doing it my whole life, I thought it was normal…”

Her arms wrapping around herself before finally looking back at Roy. Her eyes meeting his green ones, her gaze watery as she wipes the tears away.

“I’m sorry, that was too much to put on you..” she said as her voice wavers a bit. “You can drink though I don’t-“

Roy gets up and takes his beers to the kitchen. Confused by his abruptness, she follows him, only to see him dumping out his open beer and starting to dump out the other one. She looks at him confused as he finishes dumping the liquid out before he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a coin.

He hands both coins to her as she reads the one he pulled out of his wallet. 7 years sobriety.

“You were…?” She mumbles is disbelief before he answers.

“Yep, former heroine addict…” he says as he leans back against the counter. His arms flexing as he crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes shining with seriousness as he says,

“I understand why your dad got help. I did the same thing when I found out about Lian, and I don’t ever wanna do anything that can jeopardize giving her a better life than I had…”

An emotion crosses his face that makes her nervous but excited as he admits.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would drive you out of mine.”

“Please, (Y/N)!” Lian begs as Wren stands behind her with her puppy dog eyes shining behind her.

Those were the famous last words that were said when Lian and Wren convinced her to allow them to go to a slumber party while Roy was out of town. (Y/N) didn’t see the harm since it was Friday night and the girls had been good. Besides, Roy was supposed to be home late tonight so he can enjoy his Saturday morning resting.

It was a good idea. Or at least that’s what she thought before she got mugged on her way home from dropping off the girls.

The woman didn’t see it coming when she was snatched off the street and pinned to an alley wall as a disgust voice coos at her.

“Easy, Babygirl.” The masked man purrs as his dirty finger nails digged into her arms. “Just give me your purse and we can both walk away happy.”

“Fuck off!” She says as she tries to yank away from him .

“Now don’t be such a-!” His growl interrupted as the swoop of air shoots between them. She looks to where it lands and sees a red arrow buried into the wall behind them. The mugger was the first to look back to where it came from before gasping,

“Arsenal? What’s he doing here?” He curses as he pulls (Y/N) in front of him, making the struggling woman a human shield. “I’m armed, and I’m not afraid to hurt the bitch!” He says as he pulls out a knife and holds it to her neck.

(Y/N) only heard about the vigilante through the news. Apparently he used to be Green Arrow’s sidekick before he went solo for some reason and he was a rough guy. He works with the Red Hood who was known for killing criminals so she understood why the man was scared as a figure dropped down from a rooftop with his bow ready to shoot.

Her panic setting in as the bite of the blade was pressed hard to her neck, the anxious blade knicking her. Her panic eyes were set on the archer as she watches him slowly approach.

He looked…familiar. His height and built was impressive despite him being more on the leaner side and his features not obstructed by his sunglasses and hat reminded her of Roy…

“Let the girl go.” Arsenal warns the burglar. His voice was deep, but it didn’t sound natural. It was like he was trying to make his voice sound different. “You’re just pissing me off more and I’m gonna end up breaking your eye socket in.”

The criminal trembles before deciding the best escape plan. He grabs ahold of her purse before throwing her in Arsenal’s direction. Unprepared to the violent shove, (Y/N) falls to the ground before the vigilante can catch her. Her yelp filling space as the hero kneels down beside her to make sure she wasn’t stabbed.

“Hey, you alright?” He says as he scans her body for any serious injury.

She pushes herself up, cringes as her wrist throbs. His large gloved hands on her back and shoulder as he helps her stand when she notices his exposed arm. A familiar faded green tattoo visible on his bicep as the pieces fall together.

“Roy?…” She asks as she looks up Arsenal. Despite his eyes being covered, she can tell he was looking at her in a panic that she figured him out.

“Yea…” He confirms before looking behind her as he realizes the motherfucker stole her purse. He pulls his aviators down to the bridge of his nose, his eyes shining in concern as he mumbles to her.

“Go home. I’ll meet you there so we can talk about it.”

The look in his eyes and the pounding adrenaline makes her fear melt away as she nods her head.

“Okay.”

The throbbing pain in her wrist didn’t stop when she finally made it back to her apartment building, acting as her anchor as the revelation that Roy’s secret night job was him being a Robin Hood copycat.

Thinking back on it, she should have figured he wasn’t a normal guy. Constant bruises, noticeable limps, and stolen ibuprofen were a routine in their life.

The thought made her stop for a second in the stair way.

Their life. The one they shared for months basically together. At first it was just two single parents helping each other out while their daughters bonded. Then her and Roy began to get close, close enough to where they were constant in each other’s apartments as the other child was.

Now he saved her life…maybe he already did that the first day in the city and she babysat a kid she didn’t know…

As she reaches the arch way between the two apartments, her hands searches her pockets for her keys when disappointment answers her.

The keys were in her purse.

With a sigh, she decides to sit on the ground besides Roy’s door as she waits. (Y/N) curls herself into a ball with her knees to her chest as she felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion nipping her eyelashes.

(Y/N) was a hard working woman. When she wasn’t working herself like a dog in the Emergency Room, she was handling a 4 foot ball of attitude. She didn’t have time for any ventures outside of that. She loves Wren with all her heart, but that doesn’t help the hollow part of her heart from throbbing…maybe someday she can give Wren a father who’s worth something. But right now, she was too damn tired.

The door opens behind her as she jumps awake. The woman didn’t even realize she almost fell asleep, but a warm hand opens in front of her as she looks up.

Roy was standing in front of her now. A grey zip up was pulled over his shoulders to cover his costume as her purse hanged on his arm. His soft smile made her stomach flutter as he breaks the silence.

“I guess I got some explaining to do…”

She doesn’t respond right away. Instead she gives him her hand and stands up with his help. Her injured wrist cradled to her chest as they enter the apartment. The movement still felt natural despite the circumstances. Roy didn’t even have to ask about her arm to know she needed first aid on her wrist.

He tended to her sprained wrist as he tells her his life story. She already knew about the general events of his childhood and his life with Oliver Queen, but didn’t know he was a sidekick turned mercenary. The whole story made her head spin as she thought about the man tending to her as a boy wearing yellow and red spandex and managing to attract a female assassin who was Lian’s actual mother…

“So…” Roy says as he expects some sort of reaction out of her.

“So… You are a vigilante…Ollie and Dinah are too.” She recounts as she rubs her bandaged wrists. “And your ex is an assassin…”

(Y/N) sighs before looking at the nervous ginger fidgeting in his seat. His nerves were haywire.

‘What if she leaves?’

‘What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me or Lian anymore?”

‘Is she gonna keep Wren from Lian and Me?’

“Okay”

The phrase makes Roy’s neck snap was he blinks wildly at her. His heart pounding as he scans her completely calm face with a soft smile on her face as she giggles at his baffled expression.

“Okay? That’s all you gotta say?”

“I mean sure I’m not a fan of the whole putting yourself in danger shtick, but if that’s the only downside to you, then I’m okay with it.” She says calmly before giving him a serious glare. “Just as long as the girls are never endangered.”

Roy couldn’t help but fall out of his chair and on his knees infront of her as he laughs. His hands pulling her into his lap as he enjoys the chill of relief as his body yearns for the reassurance of her touch. It wasn’t until he cupped her face that he realized just how intimate their position was.

Definitely not something friends should be doing….

But are they just friends?

“Roy…” She mumbles. Her eyes speaking to his soul as the exhaustion and months of connecting and yearning reach the apex. Or maybe it was the reflection of his own feelings bubbling up as he moves her hair away from her face.

“I promise I’ll never let anything happen to you or our girls…I can’t afford to lose them…or us.”

The first move wasn’t clear. The blur of teeth and tongue distracting him as their hands held the pair close. His hands adjusting her to straddle his lap as hers ran through his hair and over his strong shoulders. His mouth trailing down her jawline and caresses her throat as her hips began to grind into his.

“Aw, poor thing…” Roy coos as his hips rolled to meet hers. His eyes shining with adoration as he marks her smooth skin. “How long has it been since anyone took care of you?”

She rolls her eyes at his teasing before pulling his head back by his hair. “When was the last time you got took care of, Red?”

He glares playfully with a smirk as he says, “Don’t call me Red.”

She giggles as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing along his jawline. Her breath burning his soul as she whispers, “Then how about…baby?”

He rips her back away by her nape before crashing his lips onto hers. The desperation dewing the walls around them as their soft moans and movement of clothes made their company.

His hands hungry as he finally pulls away from her long enough to push off her sweatshirt. A groan of appreciation fills the space as he admires her body. Every visible scar, freckle, mole, stretch mark, and roll made him want to explore every story that lead her to his arms. But that’s for another time.

His mouth watered as he looks back up at her.

“So pretty, Ma…”

His prayer is followed by his mouth devouring her skin as he kisses her collarbone. Her feathery moans filling the space while his hands caresses her exposed torso. He trails down to the valley of her breasts before pushing the offending bra up so they spill out. Roy couldn’t resist kissing around her sensitive skin, teasing her as her hands tangle in the mess of ginger on his head.

“Baby please…” she whines as her hips roll impulsively on his.

Her underwear was impossibly uncomfortable. Her body burning like iron as her intimate parts tried to cool down. The friction of her jean covered core against the rough tackle gear of his suit did not help as his hand began to grope her other breast.

His chuckle vibrates against the globe of fat as his fingers pinch the stiffening nub.

“Can’t wait to get me in bed? My, you certainly are a romantic.”

Before she can shoot back at him, he withdraws completely from her chest and his hands roughly cup her thighs. In a swift motion, Roy picks her up as he stands up from the floor. The pair share a soft laugh as her brief shock and his amusement leads them to his bedroom.

Once he places her on the bed, (Y/N) sheds off her sweatshirt and bra as Roy whistles in appreciation.

“I love when you strip for me.” He jokes as lust clouded his vision. “Can you do that again but slower?”

She glares at him as she leans back onto her hands as she tilts her head. Mischief fills her eyes as she examines him up and down with her lip between her teeth.

“Then how about you put a show on for me since you want one?” She teases.

His smirk widens as he decides to follow her suggestion. Roy rolls his shoulders back before reaching to slowly unzip the jacket covering his suit. Making a show of pulling it off his arms before twirling it over his head and tossing it.

Laughing follows his movements as he slowly strips off his gear as her hungry and amused eyes followed every rolling muscle exposed to her.

“Damn…” She whispers as a nearly nude Roy begins to crawl on the bed towards her. His prominent bones straining against his boxers as she continues. “And I wondered why you didn’t have a girlfriend…”

He laughs as he cages her in his arms. His ginger hair acting as a curtain over his forehead as he shrugs above her. “Maybe I was waiting on the right one.”

Their lips meet again as their hands began to map out each other. Soon all the rest of the clothes joined the floor.

His erection bobbing between them as his eyes remains trained on hers. His fingers trailing down to her exposed sex, groaning as he runs a finger between her folds.

“Already wet? And without foreplay?” He asks as faux sympathy plays on his face. “My darling clearly neglected that she gets wet from a few kisses…”

“I’m not neglected…” She protests before she whimpers as the bite from his finger entering her unused cunt hits her.

“I wasn’t talking body you directly, baby.” He corrects as his finger thrusts softly along her fleshy walls. The lewd sounds of her moans mixed with her wet sex made him melt as she begs,

“Fuck…quit teasing already, you bastard…”

He decides to oblige by adding another finger to speed up his pace. The thumb on the other hand joining the fun as it rubbed patterns into her puffy clit.

“I got get you all nice and ready..” Roy mumbles as he leans down to press soft kisses on her stomach up to her breasts. The mixture of gentle pecks mixed with the harsh stimulation below driving his lover insane as her hips arched to meet his hands.

“You deserve all that I can give for being such a good mom .” He praises her as he feels her walls clench around his knuckles when he finds the spongy mass he was searching for.

He contradicts himself by abusing that with archer like precision as the coil roughly tightens in her gut. (Y/N)’s gasps and cries desperate for the climax as she grips the hard flesh of his back. Just as she was reaching the peak, he stops.

“Asshole!” She curses at him as he pulls out of her. He chuckles before licking the tip of his soiled finger. Her eyes burning onto his mouth as he groans at the taste.

“Sweet as I thought..” he praises as he uses the hand to pump his cock. He climbs on top of her as he continues. “I’m gonna have to have a better taste next time, but I need you too bad right now…”

She calms her raging breaths as she smiles softly. “Next time?”

Roy pulls her legs up to her chest as he hooks her ankles on his shoulders. His red hot tip played with her clit as he rubs it through her soaked folds. He chuckles at her hopeful voice as he leans down to press a soft peck to her lips.

“Of course,” Roy whispers as his tip catches the entrance. “I don’t think I can go back to being friends after this..”

He slowly pushes into her as her hands shoot onto him as best she could. With her legs pinned to her chest, she can only grasp his bicep and his lower back as she is forced to endure the painful stretch of her neglected cunt welcoming him.

A groan ripping in his throat as he finally seats himself fully into her before peppering kisses on her face.

“Was gonna ask you out on a nice date without the kids around…gonna see if we would be a good fit.” He mutters as his mind seems to run on blanks. His hips rolling to gain some friction in the tight confines of her walls.

Her little breathless moans encouraging him as Roy begins to thrust shallowly to work her open before he pulls out almost completely. He slams back into her befor continuing his non coherent comment.

“But fuck…I don’t regret this. God, if I knew you would look so fucking hot in my bed…” He groans as his head dips to bite along her neck. “And your pussy is so tight…It’s driving me crazy. I wonder how a sweet thing like you could like me…”

His cock messaging all the right nerves in her as (Y/N)’s nails clawed into him. Her moans turning to incoherent shrieks as his tip abuses her spot, remembering exactly where it was when he found it earlier. Her guts twisting at both the words and his abusing pace. The denied orgasm from earlier building back up as her desperation grew wilder.

“God, Roy…So full…so good.”

Fuck she looked pretty. Her lips wet with tears and sip as she cries. Her eyes blown out in addictive lust and watery tears. Roy couldn’t help but cup her jaw in his hand and kisses her. The now familiar taste of mint and nicotine making her more addicted as his tongue claimed every inch of hers. He pulls away as his groans start matching her whines as his hand snakes between them to rub her clit.

“Honey, I may have to fuck a baby into you…” He mumbles as he buries his face in her neck. Her walls responding in a vice grip as he roughens his pace to meet their impending climax. “You like that, pretty girl? Want me to knock you up and give Wren and Lian a little sibling? Give you a nice big family with a white picket fence? God, you’re such a sweet thing that I wouldn’t mind keeping you as my pretty little girlfriend…”

“Roy!” She whines as her body shakes. Her walls closing in on him as she finally reaches her peak. Her eyes rolling back as stars cross her vision before Roy slams into her one more time as his hot cum fills her welcoming womb.

The pair remain still for a moment as soft pecks were exchange. Roy gently pulls out before he helps his love stretch back out. His hands massaging her thighs before grabbing his abandoned jacket to wipe her thighs and himself clean.

“You wanna go out tomorrow?” Her cracked voice catching the archer off guard before he smiles.

“With or without children?”

“Without. They are at a sleep over and gonna go to the zoo tomorrow with their friends.”

“Then it’s a date.”

A/N: Okay I didn’t know how to end this because Ngl I was tired on working on this tbh. I hope y’all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are encouraged.

@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE MY WORKS TO BE STOLEN, PLAGIARIZED, COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSFERRED ONTO OTHER BLOGS, ACCOUNTS, AND WEBSITES.

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Reposting my magnum opus here

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[elliesmainhoe]

Flour and Jam

Streamer!Ellie X Fem!Reader

Summary: Yours and ellies attempt at a cooking stream

Contents: fluff, fluff and more fluff, food fight, general chaos.

My Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (you're here)

"Welcome to my kitchen" Ellie said, looking into the camera that was situated on a tripod resting upon the islands wooden countertops.

User1: New room unlocked 🔓

User2: omg are we cooking?

"Yes we are cooking, thought I'd do something special for you guys to celebrate hitting 500k on YouTube- which is honestly insane."

User3: Been here since 5k on YT 💪

"And due to this being a very special stream I have a very very special person to keep me company!" Hearing your cue, you stepped Infront of the camera "And because I can't trust Ellie to not burn down my house." You add on, smiling mischievously at her annoyed expression.

User4: my favourite person ever 😭

User5: One chance Y/N, plssss

User6: Ima steal Ellie's girl, just you wait and see

User7: omg look at how cute they look together 🥲

User8: The Y/N and Ellie tiktok editors are already screen recording this for later lmao

"Shut-" before Ellie could finish her sentence you pecked her lips- catching her off guard and laughing as you saw the chat go at the speed of light.

User9: Stop I'm so lonely 😭

"Your so lonely? L"

"Ellie! Don't be mean?" You scold her, shoving her shoulder playfully.

"Why?"

"Because I said so, be nice"

"Yes ma'am" Ellie replies, her right hand lifting into a mock salute as she laughs.

"We are going to make a cake. What kind of cake you may be asking?" She spoke, replying to an invisible comment.

"No one asked that baby" you laughed,, reaching up and messing with her hair. Her mouth went to retort but before any words could fall out you cut in front of her "yes I know I'll 'shut up'."

"Were making a 'victoria sponge' cake, because Y/N knows how to make it and there is a higher possiblity it will turn out least half decently" she grins, looking down at the ingredients you'd laid out on the counter. Eggs, flour, sugar, butter, vanilla, cream, jam (jelly if your American), icing sugar and strawberries.

"It'll be great, we'll do so well. I 100% believe we will make an edible Cake" you affirm, lying but trying to be positive.

User10: Uhuh very convincing 💀

User11: manifest it besties

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"How the fuck have we managed this?" Ellie laughed out looking down at the mess you two had managed to create.

"I honestly have no idea" you reply looking at the copious amounts of flour and various sticky substances that coated the counters. "It could honestly be a modern art piece" you hummed

User12: Girlie said modern art

User13: #1 modern art hater for life

Ellie began spewing jokes, continuing to crack eggs and whisk, even though you'd told her to stop adding anything ten minutes earlier.

"You really have no regard for my advice, huh?"

"Nope." She said back to you, the familiar annoying grin plastered on her freckled face when she heard your disappointed sigh.

User14: she looks so done lmao 😭

You move out of view of the audience, silently searching for some emotional support for the foreseeable future. You entered the living room and the familiar ball of ginger fluff you were searching for was curled up in the cat tree you and ellie had bought him for his first birthday. After a few seconds of internal conflict on whether to leave him be or disturb him you decided on the latter.

Picking up the grumpy cat, who made his displeasure known by letting out a tired yowl as you cradled him, before coming back into the kitchen. "I needed some emotional support."

User15: Garfff 😭🐱

User16: pussy lol

User17: Everyone needs emotional support due to this chaotic asf stream lmao💀

You stood back, cradling Garfield in your arms, letting Ellie have free rein, giving a few tips and advice that were swiftly dismissed by Ellie as she continued to do her own thing, including putting salt into the batter instead of sugar, even though you had literally put out all the ingredients for her beforehand which did not include salt.

"Taste test?" Ellie asks, turning around to face you, a wooden spoon in hand a scoop of beige mixture on top of it. "Absolutely not".

User18: DO ITTT

User19: do it! do it! do it!

'User30 donated $50: 'Do it Y/N, also congrats on 500k on YT Ellie <33'

"You hear the people. Taste." Ellie laughs thrusting the wooden spoon towards your mouth.

"It's confirmed, you all hate me and I will never forgive any of you for this" you scowl, opening your mouth hesitantly, allowing Ellie to place the spoonful into your mouths. The overwhelming taste saltiness hits your tongue immediately, making you gag at the unpleasantness.

You immediately rush over to the sink, spiting out the mixture, grabbing a glass of water and washing out your mouth, trying to rid it of the after taste that lingered behind. You hear Ellie's laugh from behind you, the only thing going through your mind was revenge.

Flour. Perfect. You reach into the half full paper bag pulling out a handful. Ellie was otherwise occupied, talking to her chat and answering donations, so when a handful of flour exploded in her face, it's an understatement to say it caught her of guard.

After recovering from a coughing fit triggered by the powder, she reached into an open jar, said jar having fresh strawberry jam inside of it. You saw this and of course, you began to run away, trying to get away from Ellie and the weapon that was her handful of red jelly. Eventually she caught up to you, her empty hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into her body as she smeared the sticky substance across your cheeks laughing at the ridiculous expression on your face.

Because your body was pushed against hers, the flour that coated her body transferred onto you.

"OH FUCK!" You yelled "my new sweater..."

"oh look, Y/N's discovered that her actions have consequences." She grinned cheekily, leaning down to kiss you, the jam from your face smudging onto hers.

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[whorediaries-09]

unrelated to your current game but how do you hc the marauders and etc looking like?

oh boy! that's one question i've been waiting to answer lol.

for the marauders, i picture james as an indian guy. mostly because the fandom has made the guy a poc and i'm indian myself, so i'm kind of biased lol. he's a tanned guy, with a great physique (genetics). as a teenager i feel like he wasn't a fan of beards and stuff but as he grew up, he started rocking a moustache and a slight stubble. though, i do also picture him as aaron taylor johnson, for my indian fancast, it's abhay verma. abhay verma not only has the looks but also the personality for james potter.

☝️☝️here he is.

as for remus, i have a lot of fancasts for him. but to describe him in words, i picture him conventionally unattractive, sort of tall and lanky. he's pale and has always had a slight stubble. he has dirty blonde/sandy hair. he has a welsh accent. but the catch is, most of the fancasts i have for him are attractive?? anyways, i picture young david thewlis, drew starkey and of course andrew garfield as young remus. older remus is just david thewlis. so yeah.

now my fav marauder, sirius black. again for him i have a lot of fancasts, but mostly because i don't think that there's anyone who's as attractive as book sirius. he has a LETHAL face card and i mean it. gray eyes, tall (6'1-6'3), fairly lean, chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, long black hair, he's got it all. he has a few tattoos, mainly ancient runes. he's also got a dimple on his left cheek. as a teenager, he always kept himself clean shaven. as he reached his late teens, he started rocking a moustache. adult sirius has a full grown beard. now for the fancasts, a few fancasts i have for him are damiano david from maneskin, heir.of.atticus. on instagram and of course, ben barnes.

then there's my lovely lovely lily evans (potter). to me, she's got beautiful red medium length curly hair and of course striking green eyes. she's definitely on the curvier side and has a peach shaped body. she's got a round shaped face, slightly tanned skin and freckles scattered over her face. i don't really have a fancast for her because nobody actually matches all the visual categories for my description. but i really like ladyflowerchaser 's content on instagram!

okay for marlene mckinnon, i see her as a natural blonde with hazel eyes, high cheekbones, she's really fair. she has a lot of tattoos. as a teenager, she had bangs because regular impulsive thoughts. as she grew up, she grew out her bangs. i usually picture farrah fawcett as marlene mckinnon. then there's also margot robbie i picture as marlene.

[okimsimp2023]

Ok, I decided to create a mini-column for this blog, namely the personal cry of the soul of the simp, or "This character is my wife, and I'll explain why!".

That's right, I will heartily write in posts about why I like this or that character so much! And hardly anyone will shut me up, because this world needs more posts with positive reviews about the Persians. And the first wife who will become my first post will be Jon Arbuckle from the animated series "Garfield and Friends"! I want to talk specifically about Jon from this cartoon, because he appeared in it much more often and showed a character, and I'm afraid to watch 3d animated series based on Garfield. Well, I'll also warn you that the post was created on emotions, so I'll be dumb at times.

Well, I definitely know that the simps will gather under this post… Hello people, I know you are unlikely to pass by this post, because I will lick the character. If anything, you can write your impressions about the character under this post. Maybe you want to add new things or just share your opinion.

He's cute.

Like… Both in appearance and character. He is funny, awkward, clumsy, and most importantly, he is quite a good guy. Yes, he does all sorts of shit or any nonsense, but that's what Jon is all about, half of Garfield's humor is almost based on this, that he's a loser and a hopeless romantic, and I'm not surprised anymore. But in fact, he does this job perfectly, I really love him with flaws than without them, otherwise I would not be perceived by me as a person with flaws and strange hobbies. Sometimes you look at him and think, "fuck, man, how do I understand you…". And yes, to some extent I like pathetic and nervous men, who are sometimes capable of doing crazy things (and he can also whimper).

2. Attitude towards pets.

dilf dilf dilf dlif dlif dlif dilf dilf dilf dlif dlif dlif dilf dilf dilf dlif dlif dlif-

All right, jokes aside, AHEM. But there is some truth in every joke, so he still DIL-

I like that in this cartoon he sometimes appears to Garfield and other pets as a parental figure (although unsurprisingly, Garfield in some cases behaves like a typical troubled teenager, but without whining, and I also find this charming). True, he is not perfect at all, but still he takes care of his dear boys, and in no other way! And he probably has almost the strongest patience with Garfield, lol. Because if I had such a cat, I might not have been able to stand it and would have gone to a mental hospital myself.- But okay, it's too loud about the latter.

3. Voice.

I don't know if I should mention it, but of course I will. For me personally, his voice is like that... Gentle and pleasant.

4. An apron makes a man 20% more attractive!

I don't know why, but I like that when cooking food, he puts on this little apron lol. But that's not the only reason I've highlighted this item, because I also want to highlight his culinary abilities. Because… Dude, he can cook! Forget about those words that he doesn't know how to cook, it's a complete fucking lie. Jon can cook many dishes at once! And this is just for the sake of feeding the cat.

So if you suddenly work late and come home, then you obviously won't stay hungry, because the same tired Jon managed to cook dinner (and most importantly, make it to dinner, otherwise Garfield will finish before you lol).

5. Dancing

I think it's not worth talking about it, everyone has known about this dance for a long time. BUT HEY, I'LL SAY IT. HE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.

His plastic body, smug face, movements, and this shot of him opening his jacket and a tie with his pet on his chest… The dude literally revealed his whole wonderful essence. I mean it… I am an insecure person myself. I would never go out dancing in front of people, because I can't dance and it sucks. BUT THIS LOSER MAN DID IT, AND HE GETS A KICK OUT OF IT! HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT PEOPLE, HE JUST DANCED. THIS IS MY HOT WIFE EEEEEEEEE-

And that's why this character is my wife. The End.

And I'm sorry that this post came out… It was enough for the little ones, although I could paint everything down to all sorts of little things like interests and other things, but I wrote everything I wanted. For me, Jon seems to have become a comfortable character, and I still don't fully understand why this is so (or is it my hyperfixation). But as long as he makes me happy, I dare not object to anything. And I lived up to the name of this blog, lol.

[ash5monster01]

Hi! Loved your last Andrew post 🥺, was hoping to request another with him? when you and Andrew are both single and have been for a long time so you two decided to set each other up with someone close to each of your age (reader is like 24). You go on a double date but during the date you two just hit it off more than your blind dates. And if you can make reader an actress too 🫶🏻 I saw on insta that thats what happened with Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds lol

Should’ve Known it Was You

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x FemReader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: you and your friend Andrew are both single and decide setting each other up on a blind double date is the best idea until you enjoy each other more than your dates.

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how you had ended up in this situation. Actually you knew exactly how and it was because of the doe eyed boy seated across from you. It was his fault you found yourself with a date duller than a doorknob and it was also your fault his date ended up annoying as can be, but it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know many other people 15 years older than you and he didn’t know many people 15 years younger than him. Thinking back on it now maybe the day you had decided this was a good idea you both hadn’t really thought it through.

“Look Y/N we’re both single right now. What could it hurt?” you couldn’t believe he was suggesting this.

“He could be a murderer or a cannibal” Andrew laughed loudly, his trailer almost shaking.

“Why would your mind go to those options first? You don’t think I would find you a nice guy?” Andrew crossed his arms, his attention completely off his lunch during your 30 minutes break from set.

“I know, I just wouldn’t be comfortable. I’m awkward” you hated dating. Getting used to somebody new was the worst, especially romantically.

“You’re not awkward” you gave him a dumbfounded look in hopes to remind him what you were like the first day on set and you two had met. “Okay, you’re a little awkward but you can overcome that. I mean look at us now”

“Andy, I just want to skip the embarrassment. I’ll find a guy of my own to make myself a fool in front of” you told him before proceeding to take a bite of your salad.

“Why don’t we make it a double date, you pick my date and I pick yours and then we all go together” now this idea had peaked your interest. Andrew could fill the conversation where you struggled and hopefully you could do the same for him.

“Now that could work” you told him after a few minutes of pondering and he held his hands up as if to say I told you so before focusing back on his food.

So here you both were, sat next to your dates, in a dimly lit restaurant. But the catch was both the dates you picked sucked and the only jokes you had been laughing at all night were Andrew’s.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, did I tell you what happened on set the other day?” Andrew turned his head from his blonde date and you immediately leaned forward to put your attention on him. Your date had been busy trying to tell you about his routine while taking care of his Grandpa and you could only take so much about what medication he takes at what time.

“No, spill” you grinned back at him, your dates sharing a knowing look between them.

“We were filming and one of the new assistants was so distracted as he watched us he walked straight into the craft table. Food went everywhere and he was covered. I laughed so hard we had to reshoot the scene like twenty times” you laughed loudly picturing this, knowing that one bump to your craft table could launch food everywhere.

“Oh my gosh, I bet our Director was pissed” Andrew nodded, smiling at how the girl laughed at his story.

“He was, but I couldn’t help myself” both of you had shown more enthusiasm over each other than your dates and it continued like this for most of the night. One of you would break a dull conversation to converse with the other. Finally Andrew’s date had enough.

“That’s it’s, I’m leaving” Andrew shot her a confused look and your date stood as well.

“Me too” he said as he started to put on his jacket.

“What, we’re just starting to have fun” Andrew held his hands up, confused as his date collected her purse.

“No, you guys are having fun” you drew your eyebrows together at the blonde girl, confused by what she had meant.

“Obviously you guys are into each other, you should’ve saved yourself the trouble and just went on a date instead of wasting our time” your date said before turning and walking out the door. Andrew’s date followed, her chin high as you both got abandoned at the table.

“Well, that was unexpected” Andrew spoke and you both chuckled, the awkwardness starting to settle in. Andrew was 15 years older than you and you had never really considered him an option. But hearing someone say it you started to wonder if you really had been attracted to him all along. Every shared moment between the two of you flashed through your head and you realized maybe it was always there. You enjoyed his company, and the flirting wasn’t uncommon.

“We should go” you suggested and he nodded as he held his hand up for a bill. Once you both had paid you found yourself out in the sidewalk, walking side by side, your shoulders brushing every once in a while.

“Do you think they were right?” Andrew asked and you sighed as you looked ahead of you.

“Maybe, I don’t know” he nodded as you said this. You hated that this was in your head now. Now you noticed how the veins in his hands flexed, the roll of his throat as he spoke, and the crinkles in his eyes, and you were attracted to all of it.

“Maybe we were so focused on the fact it couldn’t happen that is somehow did” you both never considered the other due to age. But had focusing on this fact distract you from it happening in real time?

“I’m a little embarrassed our dates noticed but not us” you said and he laughed lightly as he kicked a rock with his foot.

“Yeah, then we really could’ve saved ourself the trouble” the silenced filled the air again, only the sound of traffic floating between you. Suddenly Andrew couldn’t handle the silence or confusion anymore and his movements came to a stop.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned back to look at him.

“What if we kissed?” your heart stopped as he muttered the words.

“What?” you gasped out, surprised by the bluntness of the situation.

“Look, obviously both of us are trying to understand our feelings right now. So what if we kiss? If we feel something or not at least we’ll know and this entire night won’t be a complete waste” he said you thought about it for a few moments. At the end of the day what could it possibly hurt. At least you could sleep easier tonight.

“Okay, let’s do it” Andrew was surprised by this response but quickly recollected himself.

“Okay” and suddenly he was a step closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. Your heart accelerated as he tried to figure out how to grab you. Settling with one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek he slowly lowered his face to yours.

“You better be a good kisser Garfield” you whispered before he finally pressed his lips to yours. At first it was shock, that you both had your mouths pressed to each other but suddenly you felt it. Andrew did too as his hand on your cheek slipped behind your head to deepen the kiss. You found yourself clinging to his shirt, the desire to get more overwhelming you. Slowly his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you allowed it in, all of your senses going into over drive because here your best friend was with his tongue in your mouth and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

Your hands found your way into his hair and his around your waist, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. You had both expected just a peck on the lips but now here you were hungering for more and you still hadn’t even broken apart yet. As soon as his hands started to slide up the back of your shirt you both broke apart for air. Your breaths were heavy as you searched each others eyes wondering if you had both felt that. How could you both have gone so long not realizing being together could feel like that?

“Wow” you weren’t sure if you had ever had a kiss like that and yet here you both were, still in each others arms, ready for more.

“I know” a small grin fell on Andrew’s face and he laughed lightly.

“I’d really like to take you back to my place now so we can do that again” you started to nod quickly and he grinned again, gripping your hand as he pulled you towards his apartment.

“Better make it quick, I don’t think I can wait that long” you told him and he felt his pace quicken because you just became the best part of his night.

“We should’ve done that the day we met”

[inverted-typo]

I would love to hear the rest of your rambles on damirae I love hearing people different views regarding them and what they do in their daily life or thing in general relating to them

And I would love to share! Thanks for being interested in my thoughts haha. Side note, if you want some awesome takes visit @redstreetsahead and @djbunnie they have some really fun ideas! Below are just a garbled bullet list of hcs and whatnot. No particular order or theme

When it’s just Raven and him, Damian is astonishingly more patient and less hot-headed. Raven was surprised to find this out at first but fell even deeper in love with him because of this exclusive and hidden gentle side. It wasn’t always like that but when he started actually feeling vulnerable and comfortable around her it was like a dam had been broken. Raven knows if she ever told anyone what he was like behind closed doors no one would believe her

There are definitely instances where the two have to be apart for x amounts of time, and I think Damian experiences a greater sense of longing of missing her. Not that Raven doesn’t miss him terribly, but because she has such masterful control over her emotions it’s easier for her to manage. Damian of course is extremely focused on the mission at hand, and doesn’t allow his emotions to distract him by any means; but if he gets a moment to pause he will happily think about her

On that note I would love to see a moment where Damian is on mission with Dick, and while they’re in transit or have a second to breathe, Dick asks about Raven. Dick strategically brings up this topic because Damian can’t just run away from it lol. At this point, Dick has inklings that Damian has developed some very real feelings for her, and wants to assure him he has his support. Of course Damian vehemently expresses it’s none of Grayscum’s (my hc for what Damian calls him lol) business, but deep down really appreciates it because he isn’t sure if he could go to his father for those types of things

Damian is the first person to ask if he can practice meditating with her. He had been feeling particularly frustrated at this time and became open minded to other options because punching a wall until his knuckles bled wasn’t really working. At first Raven was unsure because she didn’t know if she could handle a second person while she meditated, but after realizing his presence, despite his tumultuous emotional state, was quite comforting. Having (good) companionship she found was extremely helpful and it became something she enjoyed immensely. From that point forward he was always welcome to meditate with her. It took a bit of courage but finally Raven actually invites him to meditate together

Imagine after them publicly dating for a bit, their sparring sessions become a bit more flirtatious. They’ve grown comfortable with people knowing about them so their private mannerisms sometimes slip out. Garfield notes one day, “Jeeze you guys are becoming a Dick and Kori 2.0.” Neither of them will ever fully recover from that kind of embarrassment.

Damian learns Raven doesn’t know how to drive. Absolutely stunned and appalled by this fact, Raven is forced (very panicked by the way) behind the wheel by the end of the day. “Damian PLEASE don’t make me do this?!” “You HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE RAVEN.” “NO I DON’T I CAN FLY AND TELEPORT OH MY GOD.” “Okay, so this is a manual.”

The pride Damian has when he introduces Raven to the Bat Fam is palpable. He is especially excited when Raven and Alfred end up having long talks in the kitchen over a cup of tea about poetry and other niche literature that even Bruce doesn’t know about.

Raven asks one day if she can draw with Damian, and that was one of the best moments in that little angry boy’s life. He happily gets her supplies and she is very out of her comfort zone. But she wanted to share yet another thing with him. So she tries her best. She tries not to think about Mr. Picasso over there too much and manages to produce a very rough and haphazard sketch. Damian insists on framing it. Raven refuses.

Raven sucks so bad at cooking. Anything more than a sandwich or boxed Mac and cheese is simply too much to ask for. Girl knows her limits and respects them. Damian on the other hand can cook, but I think they both actively avoid it. His knife skills are stellar though.

Not sure how good of a carpenter Damian would be, but maybe at one point he tries to build her a bookshelf. If it doesn’t turn out good he can always just buy an antique for her.

While Damian is the gift giver, Raven’s love language is quality time. She makes sure to do things they both enjoy, whether that’s reading together, listening to music, going on a motorcycle ride, or just taking a nap together. If she notices Damian feeling the need to blow steam or just get away from the tower, she offers to teleport them to Gotham to go on patrol for the night. Damian cannot express how much that truly means to him.

[peejalien]

I just wanted to say that Mickey and Pooh post is so wonderful. You are a true visionary for "Messed up takes are just the lowest hanging fruit." Peace and love on Planet Earth <3 <3 <3

Thank you!!!

I'm mildly in shock with the response to that silly little comic. I wanna quickly use this ask to clarify something. If you wanna make a Steam Boat Willie horror the potential of that is insane. I think Stuff like Blood and Honey is the lowest hanging fruit not because these IPs don't have the legs in horror but because it relies solely on shock value.

I think a Mickey mouse who represents corporate greed is a great blueprint for a horror, I LOVE Garfield horror it's just all about how you do it and remember that someone at some point made these characters even though they're 90 years old it doesn't mean we shouldn't remember that.

Sorry to turn this into a statement of intent lol. Again thank you so much for the kind words, and thank you to everyone.

I better get ready Pooh tells me his friend Tigger is visiting him soon

[darriness]

Rank in order of godliness:

Oliver stark

Andrew Garfield

Darren criss

Jonathan Bailey

Matt Boomer

Hahaha except okay I love that you sent this (even when it’s hard). And because my brain immediately froze upon trying to make decisions I’m going to zero in on the word ‘godliness’ which in my mind means like too perfect to be real, all powerful, invincible, etc. So I’m going to try to do this objectively!

1. Matt Bomer - you can’t tell me that isn’t a perfect specimen of a man.

2. Jonathan Bailey - maybe just because of Anthony, because JB can be scruffy and less ‘godly’ (i.e. unnaturally perfect) in real life, but he goes here.

3. Andrew Garfield - he’s British. He’s proper. Puts him a little higher up the ‘godly’ list IMO.

4. Darren Criss - he’d be the first to tell you he’s just a shlub from SF lol but he does clean up nice!

5. Oliver Stark - the man has zero fashion sense in real life, and would probably choose to live in the woods if given the option. That is not godlike behaviour lol.

But okay okay I think I know what you actually meant, so now I’m going to try (emphasis on ‘try’) to rank them on how perfect they are for me.

1. Darren Criss - that aforementioned shlub from SF won me over 15 years ago and he’s stuck around like glue. He’s perfectly imperfect and I don’t see his ranking on this list changing any time soon.

2. Jonathan Bailey - a solid silver effort from JB today lol As I mentioned in another ask, Jonny’s having a ‘moment’ for me. He’s exciting, he’s new, he’s gorgeous, he’s like a little present I get to unwrap every day and see what new thing I can learn or see.

3. Andrew Garfield - solid bronze showing today from the ‘I still don’t ACTUALLY believe he’s British’ boy. I struggled with putting him or Oliver into the third spot but I’ve been following Andrew longer and his personality is just a little more ‘me’ you know?

4. Oliver Stark - I want to climb him like a tree and snuggle his puppies. He’s also adorable and kind but I haven’t ‘known’ him as long.

5. Matt Bomer - he’s always been under the ‘too pretty to be real’ section for me. He is absolutely gorgeous and he seems like a really really nice guy but that’s about as far as my desire to know Matt Bomer goes you know? I wouldn’t count him as one of my ‘men’ but like Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds, and Chris Hemsworth, I enjoy having Matt Bomer in my eyesight and I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers (metaphorically of course lol)

[musical-shit-show]

I'm so sorry that i mixed up the characters 😅

Can you do Prompt list 1 , #14 for Peter Parker x reader

Can you also add , that Peter keeps randomly biting Reader's cheeks ( coz reader has fluffy cheeks)?

I'm sorry again for the mix up!

love bites

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #14 (“when i’m not with you, it’s almost like…i can’t breathe.”) from Prompt List #1

Warnings: cursing, blood mention, suggestive dialogue, a tiny bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,811

Author’s Note: Thanks for your request! I hope you don’t mind, but I did change up your request a little better to fit the story that popped into my head. That being said, I had a lot of fun writing for Peter. I don’t know why, but I thought of the Andrew Garfield version, but I’m still gonna log this as MCU content lol. I just pictured a more mature Peter which we haven’t really seen as much, but I guess since he was in No Way Home, that counts, right? Anyways, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists! And if you’d like to request a one shot, send an ask! I’ll do my best to fulfill them as soon as I can. Thanks for the support and happy reading!

“Do you want me to burn your eggs, Parker? Because I definitely will if you don’t leave me alone.”

“I’ll take that risk,” he purred, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he kissed it playfully. You shrugged him off of you, using your other arm to scoop the scrambled eggs onto dual plates that were already adorned with toast and bacon.

You didn’t know when you fell in love with Peter Parker. Maybe it was freshman year, when you offered to help the moody science major with his literature paper.

Maybe it was when you ran into him at the Bugle, where you two just so happened to be interning.

Or maybe it was right in that moment, when you wanted to tell him that you wanted to be so much more than friends with benefits.

You both stood in the kitchen of his apartment, which was tiny even by New York standards. Eating in silence for a few moments, you let the noises of the city drown out your thoughts. No matter how much you wanted to tell him, Peter wasn’t exactly boyfriend material.

He was gorgeous, yes, and undeniably sweet. But he was always disappearing, skipping important events and ditching you pretty frequently. Since this was a ‘no strings attached’ situation, you tried to not let yourself getting too upset.

But inwardly, you had a terrible feeling he was getting himself in trouble or worse, seeing someone else. You figured it was the former, since he would appear with mysterious bruises and black eyes, always blaming them on skateboard tricks gone awry.

“So,” you said, washing off your plate as Peter finished his last piece of toast, “Will I be seeing you at the office this afternoon?”

He shrugged, handing his plate to you. “If I get any good photos. Jameson is always breathing down my neck, so…”

“Right,” you said, turning to him, coffee in hand, “And it doesn’t help that you always flirt with the intern.”

“Well, I can’t help it,” he smirked, “She’s always staring at me.” He grabbed your coffee mug from your hands and before you could protest, he was again peppering your collarbone and cheeks with soft kisses.

A giggle escaped your throat as he started nipping at your skin. As much as you wanted to blow off your busy day and stay in bed with him, you had to remind yourself that you lived in the real world.

And in the real world, you had to go to class, and study, and work. And Peter Parker was not your boyfriend.

“Peter, if you give me one more hickey I swear—”

“Ah, come on,” he wrapped one arm around your waist, making your stomach flip, “I didn’t mean to, honest.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you,” you pried his strong arm away from your torso, “But it doesn’t matter, I have to get to class, remember?” Peter groaned in frustration.

You traipsed to his room, pulling on your jeans from the night before. Rifling through Peter’s drawers, you found an old Midtown High t-shirt. You smiled. It smelled like him, his deodorant and body spray; Clean and simple.

Simple.

How you wished it could just be simple.

“That looks much better on you than it did on me,” he smiled into his mug, remarking on you commandeering his shirt. You searched the floor for your sneakers, doing your best to hide the blush creeping up your neck.

The second you slipped on your other shoe, you felt Peter’s arm around your waist yet again. How did he always manage to get his hands on your so quickly? Sometimes you felt like he moved like lightning.

“So, my place tonight?” you asked, electricity running through you as his fingers pressed gently along the waistband of your jeans. It was almost embarrassing how much you wanted to be with him, and yet he remained completely oblivious.

“Possibly,” he said, his tone reluctant, “I just…I really need to study and get these pictures and—”

“I thought you were friends with Spider-Man,” you mused, “Can’t you just ask him to do you a solid?”

Peter’s face reddened. “Yeah, well, don’t know if you noticed but the guy is notoriously hard to, uh, track down.” He looked at his watch and peered at you, a slight panic in his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere, anyways?”

You grabbed his wrist to look at the time on his watch.

“Shit,” you muttered, pulling away from him as you scooped up your backpack, “I can’t be late again, I’ll uh, I’ll text you?”

Peter nodded as you bound out the door, breathing a sigh of relief after yet another close call.

He wanted to tell you. He really did. It killed him that you didn’t know, but he couldn’t risk it. You knowing he was Spider-Man put your life in danger and he couldn’t bear the thought of you in harm’s way.

He just couldn’t go through that again. No matter how much he cared about you.

-oOo-

You should’ve known better.

You had spent the entire afternoon agonizing over your lack of a relationship that you found your way into Peter’s apartment that evening, thanks to a spare key that he had conveniently left at your apartment months ago.

You needed something big, an unambiguous statement. A grand gesture. So, you came with a bag of groceries, a slightly too revealing dress, and a goal: you were going to tell him how you felt.

Not only were you attempting the impossible – cooking a meal without burning anything – but you were also putting your heart on the line.

You let out a cry of pain as you burnt the tip of another one of your fingers lighting the final candle you had managed to bring with you. You watched the flame flicker weakly before growing steady, the constant sound of the city droning beneath you.

Impatient, you wondered if you should text Peter. Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise, but you could spin this if it backfired. After all, what was a little romantic dinner between fuck buddies?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, followed by the sound of Peter’s bedroom window sliding open.

Instantly your heart was caught in your throat.

How were you supposed to fight off a burglar dressed like a glorified escort? You glanced at the candles briefly, but settled on grabbing the kitchen knife you had used to prepare the mediocre dinner that was still resting on the stovetop.

Who in their right mind would want to rob this tiny place? And why would they go through the trouble of climbing seven stories up the fire escape?

Another clatter made you jolt out of your skin, and you finally got up the nerve to run into the room, knife in hand. Planning was never your strong suit, after all.

Only there was no burglar.

It was Peter. Climbing through his own window.

Dressed as Spider-Man.

Your jaw dropped open, the knife clattering to the floor. Before you could say a word or even let out a scream of surprise, Peter rushed to you, holding his gloved hand over your mouth. His mask laid on the ground.

“What…what are you doing here?!” he asked, his voice panicked. He quickly removed his hand from your face. “God, I knew something was out of whack when I got here, I just didn’t think—” He was running his fingers through his hair now, his breathing shallow.

You got another look at him, your eyes widening in concern. “Peter, your face!” a sizable shiner was forming around his left eye, and there was a small trickle of blood coming from the same side.

“Oh, this is, uh, nothing,” he said coyly, “You shoulda seen the other guys.” You rolled your eyes; Of course he was making jokes at a time like this.

“Get some real clothes on,” you breathed, looking at his red and blue suit that left little to the imagination, “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

-oOo-

“Hold still,” you ordered, pressing the cotton cloth to Peter’s face. He winced, the alcohol stinging his wounds.

“No bedside manner from you, huh?” he hissed despite a small laugh escaping his throat. You sat in silence for a few moments, a million thoughts swirling through your head.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man.

Which meant he had been blowing you off to save the city on a nightly basis. Making up excuses for why he had to disappear so abruptly. Lying to you for years.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” you asked, your voice small and sad. Peter sighed, grabbing your hand. He tried to comfort you, tracing tiny circles on your palm.

“Not if I could help it,” he said honestly, “Kind of defeats the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, doesn’t it?” You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh as you sat down next to him, his firm grip not letting go of your hand.

You could feel tears stinging in your eyes. “So, uh, I guess this is over, then?” Peter blinked, clearly confused.

“What exactly gave you that impression?”

“Well, I just thought—”

“Yeah, this…this complicates things,” he said, squeezing your hand, “But I have to be honest. When I’m with you, it’s almost like…I can’t breathe. I need you. And I trust you to keep this secret. I just hope you can trust me to protect you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest, and without thinking, you threw your arms around him, tears staining his t-shirt. “Of course…I can,” you sniffed, your voice shaking, “I really, really care about you, Peter. I won’t ever tell a soul.”

He pulled you from his chest and kissed you softly. You melted instantly. This was nowhere near how you pictured this night going, but you didn’t care; it was, in its own bizarre way, utterly perfect.

“So,” you pondered, your eyes trailing towards his bedroom, “You ever wear that suit for…other purposes? Besides crime fighting?” You saw a flush creep up Peter’s neck.

“Are you serious.”

“What? You know I’ve always found Spider-Man incredibly sexy.”

“I did not know that and you’re definitely making shit up now.”

“Just because I never told you doesn’t mean I’m making it up.”

“Okay,” he smirked, his mouth dangerously close to your neck, his voice low in your ear, “I’ll make you a deal: I’ll wear the suit, but tomorrow, we have a real date where you don’t burn the food and threaten me with a knife.”

You pretended to think over his proposal. “Hmm,” you teased, “I think that can be arranged.” Those were your last words before his lips pressed against your collarbone, nipping at your exposed skin as he carried you to his room.

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thank you for reading! please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed!

[thegaysciences]

really don't think we should be taking those anon infos seriously. besides, the whole "ben used to have threesomes with a woman" shit was not written from the woman herself, someone on reddit said that they HEARD from a FRIEND that andrew's garfield new girlfriend (who's a bi woman) used to have threesomes with ben and mark. so like, do you guys see how insane this whole thing is? it's someone who knows someone who knows another person. it's pure insanity to believe that it has any credibility. and yes, people have said that ben dated women but only when he wasn't out and clearly had issues with his sexuality (as said by him before). i'm a 23 old LESBIAN who has had more boyfriends than girlfriends because i was desperate to be straight lol doesn't mean anything about my actual sexuality

Perfectly said. I love you dear (platonically oc)

[toomuchracket]

Feel like matty and the boys are the type of dads that would dress up for their children’s birthday parties 🤣🤣 like you know how you can hire entertainers who will dress up as people for kids, I can 100% see matty in like a Spider-Man costume and his kids just being mesmerised and then one of them clicking on that it’s actually their dad 🤣

HA i love this. let's say in the d word universe, lyla and alex have a phase of being obsessed with the spider-man cartoons when they get a little bit older (maybe keir gets them into it when they're over at uncle ross's house or something!), and for alex's 6th birthday matty's like "you know what? i'm gonna dress up as spider-man for a bit at his party and entertain the kids". and you're like "😬 is that wise? if they figure out it's you then all hell will break loose. tears and tantrums all round", and matty's like "babe it'll be fine they'll have no idea. i'll do like 20 mins and an accent"; you raise a brow like "you can maintain a decent american accent for that long?", and matty's like "probably. surely the actor parents genes are in here somewhere. if not, i'll just do a backflip". you wince like "really? i didn't know you could do that", and matty smirks like "well, baby, i'm quite agile" - you nod like "yeah, i knew that one, alright", and matty laughs and hugs you. into his shoulder, you murmur "i can't talk you out of this, can i?", and matty says "not at all, sweetheart"; you sigh as you pull back like "alright then. but you have to get a costume that looks like the andrew garfield one, promise me", and matty's confused like "but the kids haven't seen those films yet". smirking, you kiss his cheek and say "no, that caveat is one for mummy, not the kids", and matty's jaw drops like "oh, we need to unpack THAT one later. but alright, darling, i'll see what i can find costume-wise".

he doesn't show you the costume until the actual day of alex's party, though, A) in case he or lyla were to walk in on him wearing it or swipe onto a pic on your phone while they watched peppa on youtube (as kids are wont to do) and B) in case you went catatonic at the sight of matty dressed like one of your formative on-screen crushes (he pestered you until you admitted it, said "that's quite valid of you actually. handsome man. great actor", and giggled at how flustered you got during the laptop smashing scene when you watched the social network together). you get to ogle him for a couple of minutes before he goes out and entertains the kids, and naturally matty's a flirty little shit with you, making you feel up his biceps because "i don't feel like the fabric's sitting right, sweetheart" - he also does the half-mask kiss with you right before he goes into the garden, which makes your knees weaken a little more than his kisses normally do lol. anyway, the performance is actually a success; he manages one flippy thing, which impresses the kids and makes adam go "well, that'll be his back fucked, then", and does a semi-decent accent that george and ross will nevertheless rib him for for the next 3-5 business days. alex is overjoyed by the whole thing, and is having such a good time with his friends that he doesn't even seem to clock that matty is nowhere to be found - lyla, however, isn't so easily duped. once he's changed back into regular clothes, matty finds her hanging around in the kitchen by herself trying to steal all the gummy bears from the bowls of haribos; he's like "you alright, munchkin? i heard i missed spider-man while i was at the loo", and lyla rolls her eyes like "i know it was you in the suit, dad". there's no point lying to her, he thinks, so he steals a cola bottle sweet and says "how could you tell?", and she says "you used one of the same voices you use for bedtime stories". matty's lowkey taken aback at how perceptive she is, but before he can say anything she keeps talking like "but it was nice you did that for alex. i mean, actual spider-man is definitely too busy to come to a birthday party in london" - matty smiles at that - "but alex sent him an invite anyway because he really wanted him to be here. don't worry, dad, i won't tell him it was really you. i think it's cool what you did". and matty scoops her up into a hug like "should've realised you'd figure it out, my clever girl! and that's very considerate of you to keep it a secret from alex. secrets aren't always good, but in this instance i think it's the right thing. m'proud of you, munchkin"; lyla quietly snuggles into her dad for a second, before she says "will you teach me how to do the flip thing you did?", and matty laughs like "in a little bit, darling. but let's go and get some cake first, yeah?" <3

[kidflashimpulse]

How tall do you think all the outsiders are? I love for height headcanons

On another note you’re a fantastic writer and I’m adoring the series you got going on. They’re very captivating to read

So sorry for putting this off for so long ! It’s a seriously good question and I am seriously invested and for that reason! I procrastinate so much on it lol (not to say questions i immediately answer arent, i am just all over the place 😅) (also thank u so much for the kind praise 🙏💗 I am so happy ur enjoying it and it means a lot to me <33)

this ask is especially important as it has also been asked before which i will link this post to as the answer right after :)

i’m including all former and current members for completion. Also their birth years (from the YJ wiki) for added context, because why not.

okay so based on multiple YJ scenes (some examples shown below) and 1 ask greg these r my estimates:

(disclaimer these r all rough estimates, no way of knowing for 100% sure and I don’t claim to have a complete picture of all relevant scenes for height cold reading lol i would be happy to hear other peoples thoughts/ideas/corrections as well :D )

Rough Outsiders Height Ranking:

Geo-Force - Brion Markov : (2001) probably roughly max 6 ft 4 (about 1.95m)

Cyborg - Victor Stone : (2000) maybe about 6 ft 2 -3 (about 1.9m)

Blue Beetle - Jaime Reyes : (2000) about 6 ft 2 (1.88 - 1.9m) i actually have him tied with Vic, the only reason why id rank him a little lower is because in some scenes it could be his suit giving him some height.

Static - Virgil Hawkins : (2000) about 6 ft (1.85m)

El Dorado - Eduardo Dorado Jr : (2001) actually i tied him with Virgil but i’m not always certain so i’d also estimate about 6 ft but a range of (1.83-1.85m)

Superboy - Conner Kent : (2010 lol) about 5 ft 9 (1.8m)

Robin - Tim Drake : (2001) about 5 ft 8 (1.78m)

Wonder Girl - Cassie Sandsmark : (2001) id put her at the same height as Tim maybe only slightly shorter, but Greg has mentioned they’re roughly the same height so therefore also 5 ft 8 (1.78m)

Kid Flash - Bart Allen : (2043 🙄 cause hes different like that LOL jk but he’s the equivalent age of 2003) id put him between 5 ft 6 - 5 ft 7 (about 1.7 - 1.73/4m)

Livewire - Leslie Willis : (2002) about 5 ft 5 (1.68m)

Looker - Lia Briggs : (2002) about 5 ft 4 (1.65m)

Windfall - Wendy Jones : (2005) about same as Lia maybe 5 ft 3 - 4 (1.63 - 1.65m)

Beast Boy - Garfield Logan : (2002) about 5 ft 2 - 3 (1.6-1.63m)

Stargirl- Courtney Whitmore : (2003) about 5 ft 1-2 (1.55 - 1.58m)

Terra - Tara Markov : (2003) about same as Courtney 5 ft 1-2 (1.55 - 1.58m)

Forager : (?) idk lol let’s say 5 ft 😂

[naughtygirl286]

So yes this week we finally went to see the all new Garfield movie! and yes there of course was collectables that went with this one and you can see that here.

but as for Garfield I have been a fan of Garfield for most of my life. I didn't really read the strips in the paper but I use to read them is like collected book form I would get at the book fair as a kid. I watched the TV specials and the Garfield and Friends show Saturday mornings and I went to see the original "Garfield: The Movie" in like 2004 and I have it on DVD and I can also I can say that Garfield is a contributing factor in me wanting to be a cartoonist and eventually an animator.

So with this new movie I was very excited to see it and I can say I wasn't disappointed (even Garfield at the start says the movie won't disappoint and he was right lol) I felt it was cute, sweet, a bit silly at times, funny and a bit actiony too.

Now as for the story it is a bit of an origin story in a way where like in the trailer you see how he meets Jon and how they move into her house and get Odie and all that and it kinda explains the whole idea of the basic story of Garfield complete with a "I hate Mondays" montage which is pretty funny. It goes on to show their home life and Garfield growing from a kitten to the familiar fat cat. there are some funny references in there too. So as Garfield and his family settle into their perfect life it gets turned upside down when Garfield's father Vic (voiced by Samuel L. Jackson) appears and pretty much takes Garfield and Odie 2 in door pets on a wild outdoor adventure that is pretty much a comedic heist movie.

Now I thought the movie was great like I said it was very cute and sweet and funny. There is plenty of humor both through physical stuff and plenty of gags and references and I thought it was very cleverly written and you have to pay attention at times when the camera is on Garfield Odie will be in the background doing something strange or funny like the railroad sign gimmick made me laugh. Also it can be random funniness also like when they were getting on the train and the gag with the used catapult dealer gave me a laugh too.

Now as for the voice acting I thought it was good from everybody and I know some complained about Chris Pratt as Garfield. Now I can kinda see that its not like the Mario movie where I felt it wasn't noticeable but in this it is you can tell that it is him and you recognize the voice right away. I didn't feel that at times it wasn't overly noticeable but for the most part I think I know why they cast him because he has that somewhat personality/persona that fits the character of Garfield. but all I can say is he did just as good of a job as Bill Murray did in 2004 The one thing though is I'm not sure about Nicholas Hoult as Jon? I do like Nicholas Hoult I think he's awesome in everything I seen him in but him as the voice of Jon didn't really click with me? I mean that is pretty much the only complaint I have.

but yeah in the end the animation was amazing it was perfect for this and I feel that this was the best way to go for a Garfield movie because it looks like the comics. and I feel that is the Garfield movie you would expect to get and done in a way that matches what you know about the characters this is how it should be.

So yeah if you love or loved Garfield then I would highly recommend this one.

[strawbrygashez]

do you have any more hcs for the narrator with the old ladies? honestly love that idea sm!! i feel like they would knit him a little pride flag jumper when they found out he was gay or something

YES I DO!!!!!

•Starting off with ur idea, I SO agree.. they either knit him something of the pride flag or they get him those cheesy little gifts u can find in stores during pride month.. like a cup that says ‘I’m so gay I can’t even think straight 🤪’ and stuff along those lines. They’d probably even give Tyler something like that as well.

I also think they’d try to invite Jack along for pride parades if they are going to one for like their own family member or something.. & they also prob tell him long stories about their gay family members or how being gay was back when they were younger lol. They are just trying to show they support him & really love him.

•Speaking of them inviting Jack along to places tho, I like to imagine the group has some old rich ladies who constantly wanna bring Jack and Tyler along for vacations & I think Tyler would actually be alright with going since it’s not them paying for it. I picture they’d end up are like places like Hawaii and Florida but I guess just like everywhere else too. Any places with tons to do or great views.

•Tyler at first would not keep his mouth shut about Jack having old lady friends. I kinda talked about it before but fr like at first he won’t stop saying gross things like Jacks into old ladies. That and he makes jokes like how Jacks probably just trying to sneak his way onto some old ‘dying’ ladies will. He also just straight up makes fun of them too (not in front of them of course. He has a character to hold up to.) Jack would beg him to stop kinda bc he’s genuinely friends with them but I doubt Tyler would let up any until it’s been a long while or he can acknowledge that his weird bf is just seriously well meaning friends with old ladies.

I mean it would be fun to pull the ‘Tyler won’t let Jack have any friends’ possessive thing but I kinda am ignoring that in this AU lol I don’t think he’d see them as a threat since he knows Jack is straight up gay. The most he’d do is to tell Jack to stop hanging out with a certain one if he doesn’t like the way they treat him (kinda walking all over him and asking him to do tons of things for them. I don’t know if this would happen tho. Or if it did, it probably only happened once.)

•Also mentioned this before as well but I definitely think if one of his friends were near by, Jack would run off to their place if he wants to get away from Tyler for whatever reason. He’d probably even end up spending the night if Tyler hasn’t dragged him back home.

•Jack does honestly have old lady taste when it comes to decorating I think. He can’t decorate much since he’s with Tyler & in that old house but if he could, yes there would be ‘newer’ trendy furniture but also I think if you dropped him off at a thrift store and told him to have at it, he’d pick up tons of grandma-core junk. Like Garfield themed things, plates that look like you can’t eat off of them, gnome statues, and just weird little bits and pieces. He’s a very odd man…

•Jack has to come up with a good excuse to why he’s beat up all the time because they’d actually care and tell him how to bring down swelling and etc. He’d probably say some shit about how he’s training for professional wrestling or something 😭 If they see Tyler beat up also he’d probably say he’s practicing for it too. I don’t know how much they believe it. It’s funny to picture they can read right thru him and know something freaky is going on between them but I believe most wouldn’t picture that kinda situation between those two. They just picture them as a sweet couple.

•Like how I said Tyler wouldn’t shut up about them, They wouldn’t shut up about Tyler at first either since Tyler is really handsome and a charmer. If they are single they beg Jack to tell him how to find a man like Tyler 😭 I don’t imagine Tyler joins Jack with his little hangouts with his lady friends but they always do make sure to ask about him.

•THEY ARENT COMING OVER TO THE PAPER STREET HOUSE! The place is too dangerous with how old and crappy it is. Tyler says it would be funny to see one of them see how they live though or see them get hurt there 💀 he’s terrible.

•Oh yeah the little hang outs are usually at a restaurant or if they are feeling wild… bingo night! 🤩 that’s not all the places they hang out at but those are the main ones I can think of lol

•Some of the ladies feel really bad about Jack not being able to sleep so they recommended everything under the sun to him. Meds, beds, activities to do that will definitely get him sleepy, books to read, blankets, and all that kinda stuff. Jack actually might try some suggestions but none of them do anything for him. He likes getting new book recommendations tho :3 he gets them from the library the next day if he can.

•If neither Jack or Tyler talk to their own families, they might end up spending things like Thanksgiving and Christmas at one of the ladies houses. That is if Jack can convince Tyler to go though. Tyler is more likely to go if it’s one of them that’s particularly nice, southern (since I hc get grew up in the south) or rich. I said the rich one because I think he’d be kinda jerk and steal a couple things with or without Jacks knowledge.

They get a lot of gifts from all of them for Christmas. It’s probably how they end up with things to slowly improve the house or how they end up with more things to do (like if one got them a hockey table set or something lol)

• I’ll end this off by saying it would be funny if Marla ‘stole’ one of Jacks favorite friends 😭 at first she calls Jack weird and makes fun of him but once they actually meet, I can see some of the ladies actually taking a liking towards marla since they can see themselves in her. Them being actually nice and ‘cool’ surprises Marla and like.. just suddenly one day it turns out Marla has been hanging out with the ‘cool grandma with the dyed hair’ and that’s why that old lady isn’t around for meet ups anymore 😭😭 and they were wanna Jacks favorites. Smh.