#onesies for teens

[strangedesired]

Adding to this post w more of the besties :p

they are verrrryyy important to me actually

[jazzhaaaands]

That's not a verb

[gaykarstaagforever]

...What superhero conditions does Aqualad face that led him to "I need my hands and feet covered, but my nips all the way out"?

The colorist must think it's weird, too, because they keep forgetting he has gloves.

[deedee-sims]

First things first: a bunch of clothes! This year's theme is sleepwear! 💤

3t2 I See London Chemise and I See France Bloomers

Some lovely PJs for lovely ladies! The top is for teens, adults, and elders, the pants are for kids too. They have the appropriate morphs. They come in 6 colors, but here are the PSDs for recoloring. You can choose if you want the other ages repo'd to the AF files, or not.

Download 3t2 I See London Chemise Repo'd - Alternate

Download 3t2 I See London Chemise Standalone - Alternate

Download 3t2 I See France Bloomers Repo'd - Alternate

Download 3t2 I See France Bloomers Standalone - Alternate

3t2 SP05 Romantic Slip Bows

Well, this was a wild ride to convert lol. Part of it is tattooered (by @paluding), the other is converted. I think I lost some lace in the converting process, but it looks nice like this too 🤷‍♀️ For teens, adults, and elders, they have the appropriate morphs. I made 6 colors, but here's the PSD for recoloring. You can choose if you want the other ages repo'd to the AF files, or not.

Download 3t2 SP05 Romantic Slip Bows Repo'd - Alternate

Download 3t2 SP05 Romantic Slip Bows Standalone - Alternate

Skittlessims 4t2 Shorts Loose F2M

I just wanted some nice shorts for guys! For teens, adults, and elders, they have the appropriate morphs. They come in the original 7 colors, and you can choose if you want the other ages repo'd to the AM files, or not.

Download Shorts Loose F2M Repo'd - Alternate

Download Shorts Loose F2M Standalone - Alternate

4t2 SP07 Romper Textured

Someting nice for the kids too! It has fatmorph, and comes in the original 12 colors.

Download - Alternate

Family Fun Stuff PJs for toddlers

I know this was converted before, but I wanted it without the weird slippers (or whatever that is lol). Repo'd and pinned to the ingame files, so the Family Fun Stuff SP is required!

Download - Alternate

Polka Dot and Striped PJs for babies

Just a simple copy-paste of some of my earlier toddler onesie recolors to the baby mesh by @kaluxsims (included). They come in the original 10 and 6 recolors. You can choose if you want them repo'd to the toddler files (that you can find here and here), or not. To use these, you'll need CH's Plan Baby Outfit mod.

Download Polka Dot PJs Repo'd - Alternate

Download Polka Dot PJs Standalone - Alternate

Download Striped PJs Repo'd - Alternate

Download Striped PJs Standalone - Alternate

I hope none of you got sleepy from the sleepwear, because we're continuing with the gifts soon! 🔜

[holyblonded]

family bonding day | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader

summary: it’s family day in the putellas-rios household, possibly the most important one

warnings: talk of childhood trauma, violence

notes: this was in fact written in one day after yall inspired me. thank you to the anon that requested the older sister estrella hcs 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Alexia sighed as the warm morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. She was perfectly comfortable, her head resting against the soft pillow, a warm weight pressed against her chest. She tilted her head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto Olga’s hair, listening to the gentle chirping of birds outside.

Off days were always so peaceful… until 8:47 a.m.

Alexia cracked open one eye and turned her head to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8:46:59 a.m.

She groaned, shutting her eyes again. “Why me, God?”

Like clockwork, the bedroom door flew open with a dramatic slam, revealing you in all your chaotic glory dressed in your oversized elephant onesie, your special blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape.

Olga, who hadn’t even stirred, simply lifted one arm in invitation, blindly patting the empty space between her and Alexia. Without hesitation, you sprinted toward the bed and launched yourself onto it with an ungraceful thump, landing squarely between them.

Alexia grunted at the impact, her peaceful morning shattered, while you smugly snuggled into Olga’s side, sticking your tongue out at Alexia like a brat.

“It’s like clockwork with you,” Alexia grumbled, rubbing her face as if she could physically wipe away her exhaustion.

“You love me,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

Olga hummed sleepily, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Mmm… you’re warm,” she muttered, voice still thick with sleep.

Alexia sighed, resigning herself to the fact that there was no going back to sleep now. Instead, she ran a hand through your tangled hair before groaning, “We should get up and make breakfast.”

“Nooo,” you whined, nuzzling further into Olga, who chuckled but didn’t protest.

Alexia rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if I start cooking without you, I’m making that horrible dry toast you hate.”

Your eyes snapped open immediately, and you bolted upright. “I’m up.”

Olga laughed, stretching lazily before rolling out of bed. “Come on, let’s go feed the gremlin.”

In the kitchen, the three of you split up the breakfast duties. Alexia was on eggs and toast, Olga was flipping pancakes, and you, somehow, somehow, had been entrusted with smoothie duty. A terrible, terrible mistake.

It started well enough. You threw in some bananas, strawberries, and yogurt, tossing in a handful of spinach to make it healthy (because Olga was watching you like a hawk). But the moment Alexia turned her back, things took a turn for the worse.

“Why is there cocoa powder in the smoothie?” Alexia asked, arms crossed, staring at the countertop.

“It’s an experiment,” you said nonchalantly.

“Why is there peanut butter?”

“…Enhancing the flavor profile?”

Olga peeked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow, a quick whiff of it made her subtly gag. “Why does it look like swamp water?”

You scoffed. “Have some faith.”

Just as you reached for the blender lid, Alexia caught sight of what you were doing.

“Wait—”

WHIRRRRRR!

You had forgotten to secure the lid properly. The force of the blender sent smoothie splattering everywhere, onto the counter, onto the cabinets, onto you.

Olga let out a loud snort of laughter, flipping a pancake without missing a beat.

Alexia groaned, rubbing her temples. “This is why we don’t let you use kitchen appliances.”

You stood there, covered in smoothie, blinking as a piece of spinach slowly slid down your cheek.

“Well,” you said, licking a bit of smoothie from the corner of your mouth. “Tastes good, though.”

Alexia sighed, grabbing a dish towel to start cleaning. Olga, meanwhile, was wheezing with laughter as she handed you a paper towel. “You’re never living this down.”

“I regret nothing.”

Alexia rolled her eyes. “You’re cleaning the kitchen.”

“Fine, but I’m still drinking my smoothie.”

And so, despite the mess, breakfast continued, laughter filling the kitchen, teasing remarks exchanged between bites of food, and Alexia wondering, not for the first time, how she ended up with the two most chaotic people in her life.

The supermarket was busy, but that didn’t stop you from treating it like your personal playground. Feet firmly planted on the bottom rack of the shopping cart, you held onto the handlebar and pushed off with a dramatic lean forward, sending yourself rolling down the aisle with a whoosh.

Olga trailed somewhere behind, casually browsing the shelves like she had all the time in the world, while Alexia was on a mission, laser-focused, determined, and already regretting not leaving both of you and Olga in the car.

“Can you please act like a normal person?” Alexia huffed, reaching out to grab the back of the cart just as you went to launch yourself again.

You grinned at her, standing up properly but not letting go of the cart. “Define normal.”

“Not this.” She gestured vaguely at your entire being, then exhaled sharply when you suddenly veered the cart toward a display of stacked cans.

“Relax, Mami, I got this,” you assured her.

Alexia didn’t look convinced. “No, you don’t.”

Meanwhile, Olga had completely disappeared, having mysteriously slipped off while neither of you were paying attention.

Alexia noticed first. “Where did Olga go?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. One second she was here, and then poof.”

Alexia pressed her fingers to her temples, inhaling deeply like she was summoning patience. “Great.”

You were greatly enjoying being a menace. Every time Alexia turned her back, you tossed something unnecessary into the cart, chocolate bars, a massive bag of marshmallows, a bottle of the most expensive olive oil just to see if she’d notice. She did.

“Put it back,” she ordered, pulling the olive oil out without even looking.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you pouted, dramatically tossing it onto the nearest shelf (which was not where it belonged).

Alexia gave you a look but said nothing. Instead, she continued checking off items on her mental list, marching forward with determination. You trailed beside her, still pushing the cart, still goofing off.

That was when you felt it— tiny arms suddenly wrapping around your legs, squeezing tight. You blinked and looked down.

A little girl, no older than five or six, clung to you like a koala, staring up at you with wide, starstruck eyes. “Oh my gosh, it’s really you!” she squeaked, practically vibrating with excitement.

Your heart melted instantly. Squatting down to her level, you smiled warmly. “Hey there, pequeña, what’s your name?”

“Luna!” she chirped, eyes shining. “I watch all your games! You’re my favorite! You’re so cool, and you do all those tricks, and I told my mamá I wanna play just like you!”

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your chest. “No way, you’re making me blush.”

Luna giggled, bouncing on her heels. “You’re even cooler in person! I’m supposed to see you play next week!”

Alexia, who had turned around at the commotion, stopped in her tracks. Olga, who had just reappeared, watched the interaction with soft eyes.

Luna’s mom appeared moments later, slightly out of breath. “Luna! You can’t just run off like that!”

“Mamá, look! It’s her!” Luna pointed at you with pure glee.

Her mom’s expression shifted from exasperation to gratitude as she looked at you. “I’m so sorry, she just ran the moment she saw you.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “No worries at all, she’s amazing.”

Luna tugged at your wrist, eyes hopeful. “Can we take a picture together?”

“Of course!”

Her mom pulled out her phone while you posed with Luna, making sure she had the biggest grin. Before she could leave, you slipped off one of your bracelets, a simple woven one you always wore, and gently tied it around her tiny wrist.

Her eyes went huge. “For me?”

“For you,” you confirmed. “Now you have to score lots of goals with it, okay?”

“I will!”

After another round of thank-yous, Luna skipped back to her mom, still clutching her wrist like it was the most precious thing in the world.

As they walked away, you stood back up, feeling a warmth in your chest.

Alexia and Olga were already looking at each other, silently melting at the interaction.

“You’re such a softie,” Olga teased, nudging you as she passed.

You scoffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Alexia smirked. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue.

With everything finally in the cart (and only some extra treats smuggled in under Alexia’s radar), the three of you made your way to checkout, ready for your picnic— your antics forgotten, at least for now.

Well, until Alexia saw the massive bag of marshmallows at the bottom of the cart.

“Are you serious?”

“What? You can’t have a picnic without marshmallows!”

Alexia sighed while Olga laughed at her partner’s reaction. You just grinned, knowing full well that, despite her protests, Alexia wouldn’t make you put them back.

Before every picnic, every day off, every excuse you could find, you made sure to come back here.

Your old neighborhood hadn’t changed much: same narrow streets, same corner stores with faded signs, same familiar faces lingering outside their apartments. But right in the heart of it, where an abandoned lot used to be, now stood the youth center you built with your first paycheck.

One of the many reasons Alexia started monitoring your purchases like a hawk.

“You spent your first paycheck on this?” she had asked back then, looking at the blueprints in disbelief.

And you had simply nodded, not a hint of hesitation. “They deserve it.”

Because you remembered what it was like, what it was like to grow up here, to play street ball because there was nowhere else to go, to see the things kids shouldn’t see. Robberies. Fights. Stabbings. You had been one of the lucky ones, a neighbor, who knew a friend that knew a friend, had gotten you a shot at La Masia. But not every kid had a miracle like that. So you built this place to be that miracle.

When you pulled up outside, the place was already bustling— kids playing on the small pitch, some working on art projects in the shaded patio, a couple of the older ones chatting by the entrance. Upstairs was a place for older teen to have access to tutors, computers, and everything they needed.

The second you stepped out of the car, a wave of excited voices filled the air.

“She’s here!”

“Estrella!”

You laughed as a small group of kids ran straight for you, arms flailing, almost knocking you over as they hugged you. “Whoa, whoa, I just got here! Let me breathe!”

Alexia and Olga trailed behind, watching with soft smiles as you ruffled hair and exchanged high fives.

You made your way inside, checking in with some of your older neighbors who helped run the place. Mrs. Rivera, who handled the tutoring sessions, Mr. López, who kept the rec room stocked, and Señora Valdez, who made sure no kid ever left hungry.

“You’ve been eating enough?” Mrs. Rivera asked, narrowing her eyes at you like she knew the answer.

You grinned sheepishly. “Of course.”

“Don’t lie to me, hija.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Alexia cut in. “She hasn’t.”

Mrs. Rivera tsked disapprovingly, smacking your arm lightly. “Ay, Estrella, you need to take care of yourself.”

You winced dramatically. “Betrayal, Ale. Betrayal.”

Alexia just smirked. Olga laughed.

Before you could escape more scolding, a group of kids from the pitch ran up to you. “Come play with us!”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Y’all just want to embarrass me.”

They giggled, clearly unbothered. “You scared?”

You scoffed. “Never.”

A makeshift game started quickly, the kids eager to take you on. You played with a mix of effort and amusement, pretending to struggle whenever they tried to steal the ball, exaggerating your movements like you were really working hard.

And then you noticed him.

A quiet little boy, standing on the edge of the pitch, watching but not playing.

You knew the look. You recognized it. You dribbled the ball over to him, stopping just in front of where he stood. “Hey, you wanna play?”

He hesitated, looking down at his shoes.

You crouched slightly, tilting your head. “I could use a goal scored on me… but I dunno, you think you could do it?”

His eyes flicked up to yours, uncertain.

You took a step back, tapping the ball toward him. “Just one shot.”

Slowly, he took a step forward, nudging the ball toward the goal. His movements were hesitant, but the moment it rolled past you and into the net, his whole face lit up.

You gasped dramatically, hands on your head. “No way! You scored on me?! That was incredible!”

Without thinking, you scooped him up and tossed him lightly in the air. He let out a surprised laugh, eyes crinkling with joy.

“You’re a superstar, pequeño!” you cheered, spinning him once before setting him back down.

The other kids immediately crowded him, patting his back and hyping him up. He looked overwhelmed for a second, but then, he smiled.

Alexia and Olga, standing off to the side, exchanged a knowing look. Pride. Love. Something unspoken between them.

Eventually, after one more round of hugs, you said your goodbyes and finally headed back to the car.

As you drove off, you glanced back once more at the center, at the kids still playing, at the place that meant everything to you.

The park was perfect, it was secluded, quiet, with a lake shimmering under the soft afternoon sun. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the smell of fresh grass mixed with the scent of the food Alexia was carefully setting out.

Meanwhile, you were doing everything except helping. “Mamá, look at this!” you called out, mid-cartwheel, before transitioning straight into a backflip.

Olga, sitting on a picnic blanket with a lazy smile, clapped enthusiastically. “¡Eso es, mi niña! Do another one!”

You grinned, landing a perfect front flip before turning back to her with your hands on your hips, chest puffed out proudly. “Ten out of ten, right?”

“More like eleven out of ten,” Olga teased, motioning you over.

Alexia, kneeling by the food, rolled her eyes. “Can we please eat before you break something?”

You pouted dramatically but obeyed, skipping over and plopping down next to Olga, who immediately pulled you into her side.

Lunch was peaceful, soft conversations, laughter, the occasional stealing of food off each other’s plates. The lake glistened in the background, the wind carried the sound of rustling leaves, and for a while, everything just felt right. Then, Alexia nudged a small box toward you.

“Here,” she said, her tone neutral, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

You blinked, looking between them. Olga was already grinning. Suspicious. With careful hands, you lifted the lid and pulled out.

“A jersey?” You held it up, confused. It was tiny, white and blue, and had Putellas 3 printed on the back.

You stared at it, then at them. “Guys, this is cute, but I don’t think this is going to fit me,” you deadpanned.

Olga burst into laughter, shaking her head as she motioned toward the box. “Keep looking.”

Frowning, you dug deeper, pulling out— an ultrasound photo. Your brain short-circuited for a second. You stared. Then stared some more. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Then, everything clicked.

Your head snapped up so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “No way.”

Olga was grinning, eyes crinkling with joy. Alexia was watching you, a soft, amused expression on her face.

You shot up like a rocket, nearly knocking over the entire picnic setup. “I’M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER?!”

Laughter bubbled from both of them as you took off running— nowhere in particular, just sprinting in wild circles around the picnic area, hands in your hair like you were trying to physically contain your excitement.

Alexia shook her head fondly. “Should we tell her to calm down?”

Olga snorted. “Let her get it out of her system.”

After a few more dramatic laps around the blanket, you suddenly stopped, whipped around, and swooped back down, tackling both of them in a hug so tight Olga wheezed.

“This is the best day ever,” you mumbled, squished between them, holding onto them like they’d disappear if you let go.

Olga kissed the top of your head. “We thought you’d like it.”

“Like it?!” You pulled back just enough to look at them, your grin splitting your face. “I’m gonna be the best big sister ever!”

Alexia chuckled. “We don’t doubt it.”

You nodded seriously, already planning all the things you’d teach your future sibling, all the ways you’d look out for them. Then, as if the excitement couldn’t be contained a second longer, you let out another happy yell and took off running again.

Olga and Alexia simply watched, hands intertwined, hearts full.

Yeah. This was definitely the best day ever.

[zyhkoo]

🎸 lovers rock

jason x f!reader, 18+, situationship, smut, afab!reader, angst

( he’s so sick of this, yet he cannot get enough )

Jason Todd has known you for a long time. The two of you were friends, or so he thought. Though, he tried his hardest to make something happen— but it just didn’t work and he gave up.

Sometimes, you would get his hopes up a bit and then back to the friend status it is. Jason didn’t know why he would give so much just for you. Sometimes, you would be the person he loved or hated the most in the world. Though he does not understand why he cannot let you go.

There was a family party in the Wayne manor, and since you were close to the family you were of course; invited. Board games were scattered on the floor, Stephanie and Cass were sleeping on the couch, Dick and Tim were somewhere else while you and Jason were in his bedroom.

He didn’t let just anyone in his old childhood bedroom, this room had many memories he’d like to forget or have trouble remembering. And now he was here, with you. You were a bit drunk, just for safe measures— Jason didn’t let you come home.

You were flipping through photo albums while Jason played soft music through his speakers. Jason sat across the bed with a slight frown on his face as he watched you carefully flip through the pages of his photo albums. He felt a mix of nostalgia and discomfort, but your presence provided a strange comfort in the midst of it all.

He took a sip of his drink, swirling the amber liquid within. He could hear a chuckle escaping your lips, “If you drink more, you’re gonna get a bad hangover.” Jason rolled his eyes at your comment.

"You know me well enough to know that a hangover wouldn't stop me from doing anything." He replied, tipping his glass back and taking another swig.

He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze drifting back towards you. "I can handle my alcohol just fine," he added defiantly. "Besides, it's not like I plan on doing much tomorrow anyway."

Jason leaned back further into the headboard, his gaze still fixed on you as he observed your expressions as you browsed through the memories captured in those photos. He wasn’t sure himself what he was feeling. A mix of nostalgia, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol.

Jason's mind was a turmoil of emotions. He knew he should feel angry, frustrated with your constant hot-and-cold behavior. But there was also a conflicting sense of happiness at having you here, being in the same room as him.

He clenched his jaw, trying to sort out his thoughts, but the alcohol wasn't helping. He let out a sigh, looking at you once more, watching as you chuckled at one of the photos.

“Hey, scoot over. Look at this.” you said. Jason rolled his eyes but moved over, making room for you on the bed. He settled back against the headboard, he watched you excitedly find a particular photo in the album. You sat down beside him, holding the photo out for him to see.

He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he peered down at the image. “You’re so cute here.” you pointed out.

It was a picture from many years ago, back when he was a scrawny kid in his early teens. In the photo, he was wearing a Batman onesie, a wide grin on his face as he posed awkwardly next to a younger Bruce.

"Right," he grumbled, taking another swig of his drink, trying to hide his embarrassment. You frowned, “Hey, don’t drink too much.” Jason rolled his eyes, although secretly appreciating your concern.

"Relax, I'm just enjoying myself a bit," he assured you,there was an edge of defensiveness in his voice, as if he was trying to prove something.

You scoffed, “I’m serious.” Jason let out a huff of frustration, his defense crumbling under your concerned gaze. "And I'm serious about being able to handle myself," he retorted, his voice growing a bit heated. "I don’t need you mothering me."

You mirrored his annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not trying to mother you. I'm just trying to look out for you." You replied, your own voice rising slightly. "You don't always have to pretend like you're invincible."

Jason's jaw tightened at your words, the familiar feeling of frustration towards you growing within him again. He knew you were right, but he hated how you always seemed to know what was best for him, even when he didn't want to admit it.

"I'm not an idiot," he replied tightly, his eyes flickering away from yours. You sighed, “Sorry for snapping.” Jason looked over at you, his expression softening a bit at your apology. He knew you meant well, even if sometimes you drove him crazy.

"It's alright," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I do get a bit carried away sometimes."

A moment of silence passed between you two, the air still filled with a hint of tension. Jason couldn't help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your features, the way your hair fell over your shoulders. For a moment, he felt the urge to reach out and touch you, but he stopped himself, reminded of the complicated situation between you two.

As the first light of sunrise began to peek through the curtains, Jason couldn't help but notice the time had passed.

"Looks like sunrise is here," he mused, his voice low. “Everyone is probably passed out downstairs by now." Jason glanced over at you, he knew what you meant. This moment between you two, sharing a bed, talking in low, soft voices while the early morning light filtered through the curtains. It was a surreal moment, one he didn't want to end, but he knew it was temporary.

“This doesn’t look real.” you muttered. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, his eyes fixated on your face, trying to memorize every feature. You sighed as you leaned your head on the pillows, “Are you sick of me?”

The question surprised him. It was one he had asked himself many times, but hearing it from you made everything feel even more complicated.

"No," he said, his voice firm. "I could never be sick of you." He wasn't sure why exactly, but it was the truth. No matter how mad you drove him, how much you toyed with his emotions, he couldn't get enough of you.

You looked back, “Truth?”

"Truth," he confirmed.

"No matter how frustrated you make me, or how confusing things between us are, I can't get enough of you. I... I care about you too much, even when I know I probably shouldn't."

“Would I be an ass if i asked for a kiss?” you said, looking at his gaze. Jason's heart skipped a beat at your question. He wasn't sure if he had heard you correctly. But there you were, looking at him seriously, awaiting an answer. He tried to keep his cool, not wanting to let on how affected he was by your words.

"That depends," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse, "Are you gonna break my heart tomorrow like you always do?"

“I hope not.” you responded. Jason searched your eyes for any hint of deception, any sign that you were just toying with his emotions again. But all he could see was a mixture of honesty and vulnerability in your gaze.

He swallowed, his throat feeling dry, before responding.

"Okay," he whispered, "Just one kiss."

Jason closed his eyes as your hand caressed his cheek, he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours, his heart pounding in his chest.

His body was practically pressed against yours now, the heat between you two almost tangible. You then leaned in and pressed a slow kiss on his lips.

Jason's heart raced further as your lips met his. The kiss was gentle, slow, and it took all his restraint not to deepen it, to pull you closer and never let you go. He melted into the kiss, his hand rising to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

Your head hit the headboard with a *thump*. Jason winced at the sound and pulled back slightly, his eyes snapping open to see if you were hurt. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hand still gently cupping your face. You chuckled, “Yeah, keep going if you wanna.”

"You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours in another slow, searing kiss. Your hands slowly trailed up to the hand covering your cheek.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of your lips, silently asking for entry. You gladly parting your lips, slowly kissing him with your tongue.

Jason drew back, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips.

"You're so beautiful," he leaned back in, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still woven through your hair, keeping you close. “You okay?” you asked. Jason couldn't help but chuckle softly at your question.

"Yeah, I'm more than okay," he assured you, his breath still slightly ragged from the kiss. "Just trying to catch my breath. You tend to make it a bit difficult to do that, you know."

“Alcohol makes you do crazy things I guess.” you chuckled. Jason nodded, his hand unconsciously caressing your hair, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, alcohol and you are a dangerous combination,"

The next few minutes seemed to blur together. Clothes were shed, skin meeting skin, lips trailing over every inch of exposed flesh, leaving kisses, bites, and marks in their wake.

Even in the heat of passion, your concern for him always shone through. You'd pause between kisses, your breath ragged, to ask if he was okay, if he wanted to stop.

Jason would reassure you that he was more than okay, that he wanted this just as much as you did. He'd pull you closer, his hands roaming over your body with need and desire, silently begging for more.

As the last piece of clothing fell away, exposing the two of you fully to one another, Jason couldn’t help but marvel at the sight in front of him. You were beautiful, every curve and freckle seemed to call out to him.

He gently pushed you back against the bed, his body hovering over yours. Jason's hands roamed over your body, touching, caressing, savoring the feel of your skin against his. His breath ghosted over your neck, planting kisses and nips along your skin.

Jason's body moved over yours, aligning perfectly with yours as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Are you sure?" he asked huskily, his voice barely above a whisper, his body already quaking with the effort to hold back.

“Yes, just go.” you softly smiled as you touched his cheek. Jason nodded, his mouth going dry at your touch. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, before slowly, gently, he began to move.

His body moved against yours in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust bringing them closer and closer together. He watched your face intently, his eyes drinking in every flicker of expression, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips.

“Ah… fuck.” you hissed in pleasure. Jason swallowed hard at the sound of your hiss. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, how good you felt beneath him. Every gasp and sigh from you sent shivers down his spine, his body responding instinctively, moving a little harder, a little faster.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned. His lips found your neck, kissing and biting softly. All that mattered was you, the sound of your gasps and moans, the feel of your body moving against his. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips moving erratically as he neared his breaking point.

He tried to hold on, to draw out this moment as much as he could, but it was impossible. Waves of pleasure washed over him, his body trembling with the force of his release.

As he came apart, he pulled you closer, his hands tangled in your hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin. He held onto you tightly, as if afraid you'd disappear if he let go. For a few moments, everything faded away, and the only thing in his world was you.

You huffed, “Are you okay?” you asked again. Jason was still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. "Yeah," he nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay." A small, lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"More than okay, actually." You took his face in your hands as you softly kissed his nose. Jason’s heart swelled as you kissed his nose, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just basked in the moment, enjoying the feeling of your fingers gently caressing his cheeks.

The early morning light was starting to stream in through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. Jason found himself just staring at you, watching the way your eyes were shining, your messy hair framing your face, your expression relaxed and at ease.

He hoped things wouldn't go back to the way it was before.

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[falsehood-bit]

Virgil as a character is absolutely hilarious to me because this is a man who - if you stare into his eyes too long - you’ll experience the most mortifying existential dread in your life. He’s the physical manifestation of something so primal in the back of your mind, borne from millions of years of evolution. He alone terrifies you when there is nothing else that terrorizes you just to make sure you know he’s there.

And this is the same man that does Secret Santa with his friends, wears onesies, bickers like an angsty teen, and God forbid if he’ll ever correct a waitress if she got his order wrong.

[witherby]

Hi!! I literally binged through Littlest Wayne after getting sucked into DC through the Batfam and I was wondering would Mouse be introduced to the teen titans when they were younger? Like before they met Kon. Whether if it’s when they were a little baby, toddler or child idm. I imagine Dick either asked Starfire to watch over Mouse for a while or he goes over to visit with mouse or they’re brought over there for a while to help them practice how to manage their powers!

Anyways!! This ask got rly long so I’m sorry for that, and I may or may not come back more than once so if it’s okay, I’ll drop by from time to time as 🌻

Have nice day/night :)

Hell yeah Mouse can be introduced to the Teen Titans!! Welcome aboard, 🌻!

Dick rocks up to the tower in full gear and a baby sling. You're chilling on his chest in a tiny Red Hood suit and helmet because it's the only onesie padded with kevlar.

"This is my baby sibling. Baby sibling, this is the Titans. They're pretty cool."

"Aww," Beast Boy grins, "thanks, man! We think you're cool, too!"

"I meant my sibling. But yeah! You guys also!"

Beast Boy: >:/

Starfire is OBSESSED with you. She loves your chubby cheeks. She loves your tiny hands. She loves your little babbling mouth. She loves you! You're just as cute as her little silkworm!

Raven takes a single look at you and knows you're a meta. She tells Dick, who looks at you confused while you're gumming up a teething ring and staring out the window.

"Are they gonna develop their powers, like, immediately?"

"No. They'll likely manifest in a few years, closer to the start of their first growth spurt."

"Then we're putting that on the Deal With It Later pile! Thanks, Ray."

Cyborg holds you like a precious treasure and looks at Dick with a grim seriousness.

"If you ever need a babysitter..." He says through grit teeth, "you better call me first or I'll kill you."

Dick, a little frightened: noted 👍🏼

Cyborg perks up and spends the afternoon hanging out and playing with you. You're fascinated by him and all his cool machinery.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Proud VII

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your biological parents want a meeting

*TW: discussions of past child abuse*

Pernille can still remember the pictures from the police.

Nestled in with other pictures of your childhood, you were just a baby. A baby sitting on a big hospital bed in just her nappy and mottle of bruises around her skin, wrapped around you like a vine.

It was sickening and Pernille can remember dropping your foster file in shock.

She hadn't been able to equate the twelve year old moving into her house with the baby that had been so horribly abused.

According to the police report, they'd been called after a disturbance in the house. Bottles shattering. People shouting. A sound violation more than anything else.

But no one had answered the door when the police knocked.

They had been planning to leave if it wasn't for the wailing of the baby, the wailing of you.

They'd forced their way in after that, finding you laying on the floor, covered in your own sick and with way too high a fever for a baby.

What was standard child neglect turned into a child abuse charge at the hospital when your dirty onesie had been taken off to reveal all the bruises down your skin and the dilation of your pupils showing the concussion you'd received.

Rights were terminated by a judge and into the system you went.

The picture is etched into Pernille's mind though, something that appears to her any time you get injured, any time you go down in a match.

The picture appears to her now as she sits in a mediation meeting with your biological parents.

These are the people that did that to you.

The people that had bruised you and caused you a concussion.

The people that had their rights terminated because of their treatment of you.

The same people that sit in front of Pernille and Magda in ill-fitting clothes and unkempt hair. They're smiling a bit too widely, mismatched on their sagging faces.

"So," The lawyer that they've clearly paid an extortionate amount for says," We're here to discuss Miss Y/n L/n-"

"Harder," Magda says at Pernille's side," That's her name. Y/n Harder."

The lawyer flashes her a saccharine smile. "Of course. We're here to discuss visitation with my clients."

"Their rights were terminated." The same lawyer that helped finalise your adoption is the same one in the meeting with Magda and Pernille now. "Years ago. They have no leg to stand on. Visitation isn't something they can have."

"I have reason to believe that the judge that terminated their rights made a hasty decision," The slimy lawyer says back," My clients have put their lives back together and are ready to see their daughter again."

"I can't help but think this timing is a bit coincidental," Their lawyer returns," My client's child has had a breakout year as a footballer, joining the senior Sweden team so her face has been plastered on the tv everywhere. A bit coincidental that this is the time that your clients decide to reach out."

"Well, she was taken out of the country."

"When she was sixteen," Magda puts in bluntly," They had sixteen years before that. We live in Germany now."

"We were looking for her!" Your biological mother says," It's all just one big conspiracy against us!"

This is the woman who left you in a pile of your own sick, crying and sobbing and covered in bruises, suffering from a concussion that could have killed you.

Pernille feels sick, rage bubbling in her stomach.

"Oh, grow up! You're not nearly important enough to have a conspiracy around you!" She slams her hands onto the table. "You are nothing to her! She doesn't even know your names!"

Magda pulls at Pernille's hand, weakly at first and then a little harder when it doesn't look like Pernille wants to sit down again.

"Let me put it plainly," Pernille and Magda's lawyer says," My clients and their daughter have a packed schedule in Germany playing football for club and then football internationally. Their daughter is sixteen years old and is capable of making decisions by herself. Your clients have no parental rights and will not be getting them back."

"How dare-"

"I believe this meeting is finished."

You weren't in the dark about this meeting. You'd been told the moment the Magda and Pernille were sent the letter about it.

You just hadn't wanted to attend, sitting in the nearby café with your schoolwork spread out in front of you.

You expected it to take longer than it did so you'd brought a lot of your science homework.

You check your watch as Pernille and Magda slump down into the seats in front of you.

"Half an hour. I thought it would take at least an hour."

"Pernille went off on them. It was kind of hot."

You wrinkle your nose. "Gross."

Pernille huffs in her seat, arms crossed. "The gall of them! The audacity! You're not going anywhere near them, do you understand me? They don't even deserve to breathe the same air as you!"

A grin quirks your lips upward. "It's nice you hold me in such high regard."

"You're my daughter. They're nothing."

"I'm not all that much."

"You are to me."

You hold her gaze for a moment.

There's something immovable in her eyes, staring at you like she's daring you to challenge her.

You drop your eyes with a smile.

"Do either of you know anything about nuclear fission? I'm drawing a blank."

[saruin]

Halloween Onesie - Flat Chest

A simple edit of the base game halloween onesie for fem frame, now available for flat chest.

♡ SFS | MEGA ♡

♡ Patreon | Ko-fi ♡

-> Female Frame | 9 Swatches Fullbody - 5076 poly

-> EA Mesh edit

-> All LODS

-> All Maps

-> Teen - Elder

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Teen titans play strip poker once before it’s banned. This is Nightwing fault as the team finds out he’s very much very wearing a skintight onesie with a jock strap. No one looks him in the eye for a week. Some members turn and walk out when Nightwing is in the room.

[tauvesims]

BACK TO BASICS - CLOTHING SET

You will get:

Off shoulder top

16 Swatches | HQ Compatible

Female Frame | Teen - Elder

New mesh | All lods

Skims top

16 Swatches | HQ Compatible

Female Frame | Teen - Elder

New mesh | All lods

Tennis skirt

16 Swatches | HQ Compatible

Female Frame | Teen - Elder

New mesh | All lods

Pijama shorts

33 Swatches | HQ Compatible

Female Frame | Teen - Elder

New mesh | All lods

Onesie

16 Swatches | HQ Compatible

Female Frame | Teen - Elder

New mesh | All lods

some ground rules:

do not- claim them as your own

do not- upload them anywhere for download (please)

do- @ me so i can see you!

do- lmk if you have ANY problems

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[charlesf1leclerc]

Summary- one day your whole world turns upside down and where will your lives go from here 

Warnings- Brest feeding , teen pregnancy, quotes and references to how to lose a guy in 10 days. Not proof read so let me know if major errors

A/N- please note this story is only for entertainment and not in anyway linked to what real life people mentioned in this story may do or how they may act! 

SERIES MASTERLIST

I sat in the back of mums car motionless as I looked at the little living thing sitting in the car seat next to me. I still couldn’t believe that this thing came out of me. She was a piece of me and… him. 

It’s also far worse because she’s not an ugly baby , so it’s even harder to not like her just a little. She was kinda cute with her little gurgles and the way she looked up at me like she didn’t care about anyone else.

Mums voice broke me out of my trance

“ so I got you some things, needed to stock up if she’s gonna be around for awhile” she spoke looking at me through the car mirror.

“Mum don’t tell me you went all out she’s not staying “

“ sweetie I think you really need to think about this, this is a big decision I want you to really think about this. I’m going to be here for you, you don’t have to worry about the support I want this to be your decision”

“ I just need time” I spoke

“ I know sweetie but I really think we should also involve the father , doesn’t he have a right to know”

“ leave it!” I groaned 

And she did. I knew this was a big decision and my daughter’s little face was not helping me. I also knew that her dad had a right to know, but how are you meant to tell a 17 year old he was a father. Particularly one you hadn’t spoken to since you slept with him. Like what should you say ‘hey long time no see…… so you’re now a daddy’

We had pulled up to the house and unbuckled myself along with removing the little things from the car. Once I arrived in my room I realised that it was actually no longer my room. 

My mum had brought a bassinet winch sat next to my bed, there was a changing table , boxes upon boxes of diapers, and a massive tub of clothes all pink or white.

Little dresses, little onesies , little socks ….. it’s all to much!

“ you happy?” I looked at the little baby in my arms

“ you have taken over my room and my life” I joked

I placed her down inside of the bassinet before going back down to the kitchen. But upon arrival I was met by loud screams, screams that made your body shiver.

How can one little things make that much noise?

My mum came running down the hallway

“ you can’t leave her alone y/n” she made her way into my room.

I slowly followed after her, stopping to lean against my door watching while she bounced my daughter in her arms. 

“ I think she’s hungry “ she looked at me

So feed her I thought….. until I realised.

“No way I’m not doing that”

“ you have to, it’s part of being her mother”

My mum urged

“ well how did they feed her at the hospital?” I asked

“ that was only because of the state you were in, but now you have to at least give It a try.” She looked longingly at me .

“ I promise it’s not as bad as you think”

I really didn’t like the thought of it.  But I really didn’t like the sound of her cries either.

So I walked over and sat on the edge of my bed

“ well tell me what to do then” I sighed

I unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt until I was left exposed. 

“ here hold her like they showed you in the hospital” my mum placed her in my arms.

“ now face her to your chest and place her level to it.” I did as she told me.

“ then touch it to her lip and she what she does” I slowly did so adjusting her hoping she would latch and like magic she did.

“ wow she’s a fast learner you didn’t latch that fast” my mum laughed 

It felt weird like something I had never felt before. But I wasn’t grossed out, I was kind of in awe at the fact my body could do this.

My mum looked up at me “ you’ll need to name her you know, we can’t keep calling her , her” 

Naming her felt very personal, it felt like something I could only do if I was keeping her, but I knew mum was right. 

“Ok but it’s only temporary you know ” I nodded back at her

My mum only smiled before leaving the room, leaving me with my daughter attached to my chest. There’s nothing bad about her she’s so perfect and she’s mine. But I knew I couldn’t want her.

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It was now far later in the day I sat in my bed, all the lights off my room now only illuminated by the TV. Next to me lay my daughter in her bassinet staring at the ceiling.

I scrolled through looking for something to watch because there was no way I was ready to sleep yet. Eventually I decided on my all time favourite , the classic ‘ How to lose a guy in 10 days’.

As the movie began to play I noticed the movement of my daughter in the bassinet and her quiet gurgles which were now growing louder and louder.

Sighing I sat up and looked into the bassinet.

“ hey what’s wrong?” I whispered leaning and picking her up holding her in my arms.

“ what’s wrong huh?” I slowly began to sway her in my arms, until eventually she calmed down and just stayed gazing up at me.  

She really did make me feel soft, I have never felt such mixed feelings for a person before. 

“Hmm I guess you really do need a name , don’t you?” I smiled at her , stroking her check

“ let’s see, Emma?” I suggested like she was going to reply

“ No… Lola? “ I suggested again. She dosent look like a Lola

“ Andie it’s brilliant “ the TV spoke as the movie continued to play. I looked at the TV and then down at the baby in my hands

“ Andie” 

“Andie, you like that baby” I smiled at her. To me it was perfect my favourite character and my little girl having the same name.

“ I think we just found your name” I grinned. How could something be so beautiful and so prefect. It began to make me think maybe this could work, maybe I could do this, maybe I wanted to do this….. I want to do this.

I lifted myself off the bed still with Andie in my arms walking toward the door of my mums room. She sat in bed reading her book with the night light illuminating her room.

She looked up at me as I walked in putting her book down for a second.

“ Andie, I named her Andie” I smiled moving to sit in the bed next to her.

“ oh it’s beautiful” she looked down to stroke Andies head. “ it suits her” she pulled my head closer and kissed the top of it.

“ Mum” I whispered 

“ hmm “ she hummed still looking at her granddaughter 

“ I think I want to keep her” her head rose and she looked at me 

“ you do?”

“ yeah I think I do, if I have you i think I’ll be fine”

“ of course you have me” she smiled. “ you’re going to be a amazing mum “ she pulled us both closer towards her.

———————————————————————

I had decided to go back to my room and finish the film. Andie settlers in her bassinet, my mum asleep and just me in the dark. Before my phone vibrates on the night stand and the light fills the room.

I groan leaning over to see what’s on my screen. But become frozen as I see the message before me.

Lando Norris ( don’t message ) 

Can we talk ?

typing………

Please?

A/N- SO SORRY if you don’t like the name! You can just change it in your head, hope that’s ok.

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[reallyromealone]

hello! Could you make a reader!baby who is Gojo's son? and megumi takes care of that baby since he is basically his brother hehe?

Title: a day with big brother Gumi

Fandom: Jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Megumi, gojo

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: -

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child male reader, fluff, cute, baby reader, platonic (obviously)

Notes:

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(Name) Was sleepy, lifted gently by his papa from his crib and given his pacifier "good morning, sleepy" Gojo said to his son who looked up curiously and patted his face as the two walked through the estate to the kitchen "the chefs cooked up some delicious apple and carrot puree for you" (name) seemed to wake up a bit more at the mention of foodz causing his dad to laugh.

Seated in his high chair, Gojo fed his son while feeding himself periodically "so here's our plan" Gojo pulled his schedule out for his son to see, pretending the babe had any clue what he was looking at "I got a few things I gotta do but you get to hang out with big bro Megumi"

"Ooee!" (Name) Squealed and smacked the table of his high chair "yeah, you get to hang out all day and! He might take you to the park" Gojo didn't want his son to lack socialization so he took him to the park and a high end day-care when he worked, and two nannies that worked on a week by week basis.

Megumi smiled at the boy who shakily stood, holding onto the coffee table for dear life in his little sheep onesie "oooee!" He Squealed and let go before getting a few steps forward, the two sorcerer's watching intently while Megumi got to his knees and hold his arms for the little one who stumbled into his hold "good job!" Megumi lifted him high up and Gojo made sure to save the video of his son walking to the cloud.

"Now you behave and don't go chasing your reflection again!" Gojo playfully teased his son who giggled when his belly was tickled.

Megumi and (name) were like two peas in a pod, the teen laying on his stomach, propped by his arms watching (name) play with large foam building bricks, making a tower and giggling when his big brother would knock it down.

Then repeat.

(Name) Was a spitting image of his dad, save for a few key features and it was obvious the boy liked to mimic his dad's movements and subsequently Megumis.

"So fun" Megumi said calmly, holding the boy by his belly while helping him down the slide as (name) let out infectious laughter, the two going once more before swing time. "Whoaaa, so high!" (Name) Was by no means soaring high but don't tell him that, tiny feet kicking excitedly with each push "aaaanana!"

After the park the two went to go get some snacks, Megumi eating a popsicle and (name) got a tiny amount of shaved ice while they looked at videos of cats on Megumis phone, the boy absolutely tranced by the felines.

Megumi walked into the estate as (name) slept on his shoulder, diaper changed at a public washroom and ready for nap time.

Gojo kept (name) on a strict schedule, Megumi remembering how much of a nightmare little (name) was before and for everyone's sanity, you NEVER derived from the schedule.

While (name) slept in his crib, Megumi did some homework and ate lunch as he had free reign of the kitchen after living here for a fair amount of time before moving to the dorms.

"Hope he wasn't too much of a goblin" Gojo said to his in another life son, handing him a wad of cash "he was fine, a few fits but nothing I couldn't handle"

[fatkish]

Hey hey I was wondering if you could do a aizawa with his teen daughter who just found out she was pregnant and how he and her deal with everything

[Since Anon didn’t specify whether the daughter was impregnated by choice, I’m going to go a darker route and say that the reader was r~~~d by their ex (they were together at the time, but they broke up after the reader found out their boyfriend assaulted them in their sleep) and although they are upset about the situation, they can’t bring themselves to terminate the baby.]

Aizawa x Teen Daughter Reader: Teenage Pregnancy

You and your boyfriend had a really good relationship going. You both had agreed to save sex for when you were out of Highschool and both had stable jobs

At least, that’s what you thought

You were 17 years old when you got ‘sick’. Constantly throwing up in the mornings and certain smells made you puke.

Aizawa had noticed this and hoped it was just the flu but decided to be safe and went to buy Pregnancy tests and left them on your bed with a note saying:

“I picked these up for you, I promise I won’t be angry or upset with you if you’re pregnant. You’re old enough to know that every action has consequences. Just know that I’m here to help in any way I can.

Love, Dad”

When you missed your period you decided to take the tests. Needless to say they were positive.

When Aizawa heard you crying through the bathroom door, his heart slightly broke, so he tried to talk to you

“Sweetheart, are you going to be able to come out and talk to me? I know that you’re upset but please know that I’m not going to be mad at you or scold you. You knew that this was going to be something that could happen when you had sex”

Cue the reader crying even harder. That’s when Aizawa knew, he f~~~ed up.

Oh, oh this is much worse then he could have possibly imagined. His heart broke in two and he felt a simmering of rage start to boil in his gut

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry, forget what I said, you didn’t choose this but I promise I’m going to be here and help you no matter what you choose to do.”

Eri was awake and heard the commotion and asked about what was going on. When Aizawa tried to explain what was happening that’s when you exited the bathroom with a positive test

You knelt down and did your best to explain to Eri what was happening and what it meant. When you saw the look of wonder and excitement on her sweet little face, that was when you decided to keep the baby

Aizawa had called Mic and let him know what was happening as well as Midnight. They both drove over and stayed with you (Midnight didn’t die in this story) whilst Aizawa left to go deal with your Ex

First Trimester:

Aizawa, Mic and Nemuri are there for everything. Aizawa is there at every checkup and has a picture of the ultrasound in his wallet

He started getting things early and stocking up on necessities like diapers, bottles, wipes, etc.

Started to baby-proof the house, helped get a crib set up as well as the nursery

Second Trimester:

He started preparing for you to be homeschooled during maternity leave and made sure you would still be on track to graduate

He and Mic start to buy gender neutral baby clothes, books, toys, etc.

He takes you to every appointment

Third Trimester:

Oh boy, he nervous

His students hear about it and hold a baby shower for you. Each member of class 1A gets you of the baby something. Some of their gifts include: an All Might and Eraserhead onesies, cute baby clothes, some books, a baby food processor and recipe book with storage containers, maternity friendly tea, stuffed toys, etc.

As you start to show more, Nemuri takes you shopping for clothes

Aizawa and Mic surprised you with a painted nursery as well as a car seat

Birth:

Aizawa never had so many mixed emotions all at once

When he got the call at school that you went into labor, he dropped his things and immediately headed to the hospital

Grabs the to go bag as an after thought

Eri calls the baby her little brother and promises to be the best big sister ever

Every milestone, Aizawa is taking pictures of

Of course, uncle Mic helps out with the baby and everything

[teaboot]

Batman? As in extended batman universe, specifically batman, or movies batman? I'm going to die from the hilarity of /accidentally/ following another batman fan. Generally it's on purpose lol

I was actually absorbed into the Fandom by osmosis before I even touched any of the Canon material

Even now I've only seen the Affleck movies and the Battinson one, plus a couple cartoons and like. Four comics out of order

With next to zero evidence tho I have decided that

Dick Grayson has Eldest Daughter syndrome that, speaking as an Eldest Daughter (tm) really should be addressed in the lore somewhere before he goes on a drunken bender, gets a tramp stamp, kills a man, and has a full-on mental breakdown when the Repression Dam breaks

Stephany Brown radiates "angry teen girl needs a hug" energy imo but I feel like she might break my arms? I don't know anything about her except her dad sucks but honestly same boat, would hang

Timothy Drake cannot be the helpless boohoo I see a lot of, but somehow the cool, collected, hypercompentant, übermensch-tweenybopper look is kinda sadder, like seeing a twelve year old buying groceries at the store by themselves. I want to send his ass to normal kid summer camp

I don't know pretty much anything about Duke Thomas except that he's a meta whose parents might be alive but crazy. I can only conclude that he suffers from Black Character White Fandom syndrome. I headcanon that he had an embarrassing weeb phase in middle school because he feels like the kind of kid Who'd have gone through a phase of saying "ohaio" with peace signs as a baby tween. I have no evidence to support this

Cassandra Cain might be my favourite. I think she deserves to go on an angry, irrational rampage or two, as a treat. Aggretsuko vibes that I cannot explain. I bet her favourite colour is purple

Jason Todd is my guilty comfort character and I refuse to believe he kicked the shit out of a fifteen year old while wearing a legless adult onesie. I refuse. Also yeah as a huge angry-kid-book-nerd there is no way that pride and prejudice was his number one fave, my money is on the Percy Jackson series but that could just be me projecting

Damian Wayne is Autistic, personal subscription. Because I am too and I said so. Reminds me of my baby brother, but crankier. Like a tiny old man who doesn't want to be at bingo with the other folks at the senior center.

I feel like Alfred should be allowed to be wrong about something sometimes but I still love him. Give that grandpa a gun

Bruce Wayne strikes me as a man who should have put a lot more thought and study and personal therapy consults into the idea of adopting multiple highly capable highly traumatized children he's never met before before but fuck pobody's nerfect am I right. Bisexual