#tim; gets sun burnt

[pup-pee]

stereotypical bernard is a conspiracist haha drawing

tim; i lov how normal civillian core u r

ber; i just shoved gummy worms up my nose & i think cows r propaganda 4 milk so that we drink microchipped liquids that mend into our bones

[varpusvaras]

After Tim becomes Robin, Dick starts stressing so much. He needs to balance being Nightwing, teaching Tim (making sure he doesn't die), manage Bruce and Tim, and also still manage his team, all the while he is still very much grieving. This goes on for a while, and he is getting severely burnt out, and the Titans have had enough.

They more or less kidnap Dick and tell him that enough is enough, you're taking a vacation. You're going to some very lovely beach town in Europe and lay under the sun and just chill. Seriously. We are not joking.

So they fly him over to Europe with Bruce's Black Card and an order to just relax. Being physically removed from Gotham and the United States in general helps a little, so Dick starts to ease up into his sudden vacation. The town is nice to just lounge around for the day and the nights are warm and there's bigger city nearby, just a short drive away, and Dick goes whatever, why not and decides to go check out the local night life. It's pretty nice, and he gets to brush up his language skills, and he's just a little lost after taking what he thought would be a shortcut through an alley, and-

-and he gets tackled to the ground when someone falls off the roof directly on top of him. They're very much dressed in League clothing, and all of Dick's training kicks in, and he grabs the guy to fight him off-

-only to look up directly at his dead little brother's face.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

If the Batfam went to the beach I'm pretty sure both Tim and Duke would try and stay out of the sun as much as possible because they wouldn't want to be 'burnt to a crisp'.

Tim, because his body hasn't experienced sunlight in so long and he's granted to actually burn to a crisp. And Duke because he doesn't want to get any darker than he already is.

[ratlordsarah]

more word girl HCs bc this blog is going dry 💀

miss question, lady redundant woman, and Leslie have girls nights out, but they always end up where they wake up crawling out of a dumpster, wake up in a Forrest completely barefoot in 60 degree F weather swarmed by deer, makes it back to one of the three’s places, all of them drunk-crying about how much they love a dog they saw earlier, wake up with a new stray dog as a pet, or some other form of ominous nuanced way to end the night out. (You will have the time of your life)

Two brains def goes on long car rides during the summer as the sun sets, blasting 80s songs down the highway, and makes it back some time in the middle of the night (bro absolutely lives for that, he sings along with more passion than a passion fruit or something)

the girlie trio mentioned earlier, all 3 of them are abba girlies, no one can change my mind.

sometimes, the girl trio and two brains will do a mix of their activities, and they ride around and two brains is doing drifts all over the city while all 4 of them are singing whatta man by salt n pepa, at the top of their lungs

Charlie and meatloaf love doing anything involved with a disco party (they are 70s babies for life)

the show starts in august of 1999 and ends in February 2002

Toby sings along to all the Eminem songs, but can’t rap so it sounds more like a mumble

(Partly canon) miss question and Brent later get married and has a kid who is a very curious sandwich

chuck has the pack man maze burnt into his screen from playing it so much

Seymour and granny may are either half siblings, or cousins. (I gotta make them related, their chemistry would be absolutely legendary)

Seymour is OLDDD (at least in his 60s)

two brains knows how to speak mouse and because of this, he basically has the basement of his warehouse (or attic) dedicated to the rats and mice of fair city. (A majority of his friends are mice, he will hang out with some of them and genuinely forget they aren’t human)

due to the amount of trials two brains goes through each time he’s arrested, and sally botsford being the district attorney, two brains and sally actually become really good friends

two brains is actually really good at becoming genuine friends with people’s moms, it’s insane.

Timmy Tim Bo later makes a band where he’s a backup singer/ guitarist, and can do a little drums too.

Hal hardbargain and big left hand guy are both functional alcoholics

beau handsome’s parents are French, and is a victim of child acting.

lady redundant woman becomes a crazy cat lady, and adopts like 30 cats

(A lot of people I’ve seen has this hc, no idea where it originated from, but here we go) amazo guy’s name is Adam, and he definitely had a pet golden retriever

on the topic of that, I like to think he also is from lexicon, and he’s wordgirl’s biological father or uncle, and Steven’s original friendship with word girl was asked from amazo guy to try and get closer to his daughter/neice, but they all basically became the bestest of friends (and wordgirl looked up to both amazo and Steven very much)

I also feel like amazo (or Adam ) genuinely loves fighting crime, and basically is like Superman in fair city

fair city is either located in New Jersey or California

Steven’s sister is named Marcy, and his niece is named Maggie (called mags tho)

squeaky was genetically modified and his brain was basically originally fused with a psycho’s brain where it’s basically a human thinking mouse with mouse like tendencies, before Steven bought him, which is why he was on sale (for negative 200$)

The butcher would be girl dad of the year

when Steven is really angry (once in a life time) he does the Italian 🤌 thing, and he grew up in Brooklyn NY

due to him growing up in New York, two brains was certainly most pissed when 9/11 happened out of the villains

chuck grew up in Boston before his family moved to fair city about 7 years prior to the show

idk if I have previously said any of these in an earlier post, so sorry if I have lmao 💀

[iwasbored12]

Im making this post at the beach but my thoughts of the outsiders/that was then, this is now chracthers at the beach

I can totally see ponyboy and Johnny sitting on the wet sand and watching the waves come in. Johnny can’t swim and in my opinion- pony is scared of whatever tf is in the water so they just kinda sit there. Maybe dig and collect some sea shells.

Steve and soda are in the water. I can totally see them splashing each other with the water or trying to see who can hold their breath longer. If they bring Evie and Sandy then it just becomes a fight of chicken.

Soda also seems like the type to sit out in the sun and tan. He’s the only one that comes back looking all tan while Darry and pony look as red as a tomato and are sun burnt to a crisp.

Dally doesn’t know how to swim but he won’t tell anyone that so he just stay’s on the sand. Maybe puts a foot in the water but is most likely walking around trying to talk to any girl around.

Two bit is just- somewhere. He’s everywhere. If he brings his little sister then they are so making sand castles or even burying each other in the sand. He also brings a whole pack of beers and will most definitely sneak them in even if one of the beach rules is to not bring any alcohol.

Darry is just lying on his beach chair. He’s very much the type to just fall asleep in the beach chair and come back home sun burnt asf. I can also see him maybe even helping two bit and his sister with the sand castles, adding the sea shells Johnny and pony collected.

If the Shepards go to the beach yk damn well these Dominicans tan so good.

Angela is tanning with soda and talking about any of the recent drama she heard cause I know damn well she’s a hater [ same ] or she’s in the water splashing curly just to mess with him. Curly is being an actual bastard and splashing anyone in sight or sneaking up on them from behind and scaring them in the water.

My man tim is with Darry and just laying on the beach chairs or he’s in the water with curly. Having to pull curly away from people cause he almost starts a fight. I also think he would have the coolest sunglasses ever- he feels so badass with them 💀

It’s funny asf if you think m&m would even step foot on a beach and if he does poor boy is getting BURNT. He is not a beach person what so ever and will never be one. Bryon is not one for the beach too so I rlly don’t see him ever going to one unless mark goes- then he has to go.

Mark and Terry in my opinion are just doing the same thing curly is doing- just messing with people. That would really be the only reason they went.

[pumpkinsy0]

OMG HI!!! I’ve been reading ur blog for the past hour and I’m absolutely thrilled to see it lol. I’ve always been a big papercut shipper and seeing other people ship them is a dream come true for my 13 year old self. I wanted to dump some of my headcanons for the outsiders/S.E Hinton Verse mostly because it’s so rare to find people who also like it

I personally see most of the greasers as white. Mostly because of what type of greaser culture the book describes, it’s leant towards white kids back then in the 60s rather than kids of color. But I’ve never seen the Shepards as white. It’s just never something I’ve seen. I grew on a block where everyone raised eachothers kids, as we grew older we joked we were one big mixed family. Ive always see the shepards as that Mexican-American family that I spent my after schools with while my parents were busy.  But that could totally be me projecting Idk

for Johnny I’ve always pictured him as mixed. Probably African American-Italian. He’s described with features that look like people of that heritage look and in my opinion it’s probably one of the main reasons he was targeted. 

For Two-bit I’ve always seen him as a super pasty, always sun-burnt white boy who is super into his European heritage. Like this man can’t deal with school but he’ll do deep dives on Scottish mythology and Vikings any day of the week.

Steve definitely has always looked like he does in the movie to me. He’s definitely a hillbilly, I have cousins who act exactly like him and it’s absolutely hilarious because the deep southern accent just makes them not understandable. I’ve personally viewed Steve having that deep accent and also having a lisp (wowza I’m just projecting on him lol) so no one understands him besides from Soda and the older women who come to the DX.

I’ve always viewed Dally as Italian also but he is the type that can not tan to save his life. His nearly white blonde hair is not just from the bleach he puts on it but from running around in the sun all day every day. There is this one artist that draws him like a gremlin that I love I’m pretty sure their @ is something among the lines of crow1121? I can’t find rn and it’s killing me lol. But the other artist is @/ nutsackx and I absolutely love their interpretation of the gang 

Honestly with the Curtis’s I love ur interpretation of them being Arab-American but my little projecting heart (wow I do that a lot) always have viewed them as a German-Jewish and Romani as that’s what my family is and they lived very similar lives back in the 60s. It’s a small little head cannon I’ve always had and I’ve always held onto for the Curtis family. I can’t ever view them as non-immigrants tho. 

Sorry this is so long sweetie. I just got super caught up in rambling and your blog really inspired me 🫶

HELLLOOOOO!!! glad u found this blog!!! we r all here for funsies and just doing whatever, glad to have u onboard<333

OKOK NOW LOOK☝🏽☝🏽i knooowwww SE Hinton wrote the outsiders w everyone but johnny being white in mind, but honestly i think what makes me change them some of em into poc instead is just bc i want to and its fun to me!!!! tbh, i like having different ideas on characters than others, plus part of it is just inspired by the ppl around me!!! at the very least tho, i do tryyyyyy to make it more historically accurate so its not like i just SHOVED them in there and i dont get 100% attacked by the “this isnt historically accurate grrrr” brigade, for example my haitian shepards, at the end of the day its mostly a self projection but i do have lore for them as to y theyre even in oklahoma, yknow??? doing things like that is fun to me!!!

WHEN IT COMES TO THE SHEPARDS, i will say, whenever i would see white shepards im like “oh i thought we all saw that they were poc guys</333” EVEN W THE MOVIE i was surprised tim wasnt a poc but whateverrrr we move onnnnn

BUT I DO LIKE UR ETHNICITY IDEAS!!!!, once again ANOTHER version of the characters put into my little multiverse right there w arab curtis family<3333

personally i hc dally to b italian, but considering the demographics of brooklyn back then, yea it is 100% possible he couldve been italian, and w johnny to me hes mexican/bengali, so i think its pretty cool that u see them as both being italian, im def rockin w it, it gives them something they can connect over a bit!!

and im happy to say we both see the curtis’ as being jewish, to me theyre ethnically jewish, i based the curtis’ off my gf im ngl

BUT ANYWAYS NO WORRIES!!! i love answering long asks and so happy my blog inspired u to share ur thoughts<333

[imsogayyippee]

playlist anon back again here's the highlights

Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) - Will Wood (you ever see those videos of cosplays where one person is sitting on a chair and the other person is walking around them kinda pushing them around while this plays? Yeah that.)

Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

Trees II - McCafferty (this is just vibe but I think it makes sense)

Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (my friend says this is THE timlex song)

505 - Arctic Monkeys ("I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" / "or I did last time I checked")

Milk Carton - Mercy Necromancy

GAHHH sorry im gonna yap about butch 4 butch n more gay shit i hope youdont mind.

this song is SO FUCKING ENTRY 54 TO ME. AUGHGUHDUSHGS.

"My sweetheart's piano is rat filled/And mine is infested with bugs/The music we make is unnatural/But it sounds just like falling in love"

DO YOU GET ME. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME.

"Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage/And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash/And when we go back to my apartment/She'll probably kick my fucking ass"

"I sing her songs in my garage/And make her fall in love with me/And once we're done/The sun is gone/We both just sit so nervously/I talk real slow/And speak real low/Hoping she'll lean into me/But we just laugh cause/What was that/We can't take ourselves seriously"

"She makes me go weak in the knees/But I can't let her see me swoon/Or else she will think I am sweet"

IM SICK IM SICK AOAIUAHGU THEY MAKE ME SO SICK.

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anyways. i love you like an alcoholic

"Cast that first glance: your smile, my veins"

entry 84. it was love at first sight btw. yeah im right it's canon.

"Kissed that first night/And then the rain opened up the sky to get"

RAIN??? LIKE ENTRY 54? 😦😦😦😦

"I need you like I need a broken leg"

adding this cause it's funny

"Some handsome dark stranger/You were standing there on the corner/You had those compelling magnetized/Eyes you must have lost when you got older"

um. what role did alex immediately give tim when they met. yeah

"Seven blocks in, my fingers brushed your hand/I blushed and you laughed/But you seemed a little sad/I ain't one to jump a ship/But I absolutely knew/I was six steps in when I fell into you"

I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM!!!!! /nsrs

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anyways i listened to laplace's angel (i didn't remember which song it was even if i had heard it bfore. btw no i havent seen those videos sorry 😭😭) and um. kills them with my mind

"Could you take a look at me?/Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?/And now we're singing, ooh, whatever you think of me/If you were in my shoes, you'd walk the same damn miles I do"

PARALELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It doesn't take a killer to murder/It only takes a reason to kill"

AUGHGHSH THEY MAKE ME SICK. ALEX FUCKING KRALIE.

"The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough/So evil ones should get a little more"

I THINK I HAUVE COVID.

"If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you"

FALLS HITS MY HEAD AND DIES.

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sorry i would talk about baby hotline but the kind of lyrics it has are kinda hard to "analyze" like im doing with other songs 😭

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"Cute guy, nice face/Wrong time, wrong place/I knew in a matter of a minute/His face was smashed/His skin was burnt/His shirt was torn in the dirt"

oh. ok then,dies

"I need you more than you need me/You're beautiful and smart and kind/While I am ugly, full of lies" "And I can't be with you anymore/I can't live like this anymore/I can't hold your heart anymore/I need you to go on without me"

.🙁🙁

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read the lyrics of choke um. yeah i see it. all i have to say is toxic old men yaoi except theyre not old

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"I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck/Or I did last time I checked" "But I crumble completely when you cry/It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"

.🙁

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"When you put a knife to my neck/My stomach doesn't fill with dread/It's fill with butterflies instead/And when you threaten to do things to me/I don't scream"

ANON WHEN I GET YOU. /VPOS

anyways. that's it i hope yuo liked me talkig about gay peopel like and subscribe for more!!!!!!

[charlesnoentertainmentcheese]

casually leaking top secret files: elliots quote book. our little poet.

“my faggot bench!”

“magnussy”

“blast off! 😄 Its party time!!!😃🎉”

“theres not bugs in my bagel i swear”

“im allergic to josh hutcherson”

“I am a minimim”

“Oh worm i accidentally spelled banana”

“ive run off to play musical chairs”

“FUCK NO NO NO NOT MY SCARY SOAGETI PHAZE”

“Also the djungelskog is immune to fire I decided”

“I dont get it”

“Oh. Oh i see.”

“The camera be darriens”

“Hehehehehehheheh”

“hold my hand NOW!!!!”

“I smell potato. Im gonna die”

“Horray”

“NEW STATEMENT. ......of Jonathan sims...... Regarding a spooky book”

“Sonbign”

“wait wjos mr blinkkin”

“TUMMY HUT”

“STOP”

“WUAT

“STOP ADDING THINGS”

“GRRRR”

“ABAHABABAHABABHHABBAHABBAB”

“.....boob.............”

“Shit”

“Fuck”

“Damn”

“C O C K”

“I bite all of my friends [and you]”

“[Runs away] OW MY KNEES”

"i have a corrupt government plan"

“what if he had big naturals but it was just his eyebrows”

“earful? what about buttcheek full?”

“THE 😭😭😭MAGNUS😭😭😭 ARCHIVES😭😭😭”

“for someone who hates being mean to people-you talk a lot of buttcheek.”

“can i just have a peice of cheese? hooray!!”

“i have acquired cheese”

“giggling”

“*dabs*”

“its boobs** carter.”

“Because theyre fucking stupid, elliot.”

“Respond to me you buttcheek”

“you say thats the fattest thing youve ever heard—- have you heard yourself?”

“NOT YEAG”

“wait you need to add the-hold on i have to find it”

“im not gay”

“but men though”

“finish the story first awnwgh”

“WHO SAID THAT”

“I'M NOT A hOmOsExUaL”

“god FORBID”

“i hate gay people so much. i hope they all burn for their sins ooooh my name is elliot and im oh so hateful and i avtuslly said thtid. this isnt other elliot typing this up in hopes he will be cancelled, this is me, Josh Hutcherson saying i hate gay people.”

“Thats upsetting.”

“Rhe beabtles”

“KILL YOURSELF”

“sonbign”

“No bazinga”

“No, bazinga”

“No? bazinga”

“No! Bazinga?”

“no not lmoa”

“Good lord.”

“SOBBIGN”

“do i need to doxx this guys entire friend group.”

“I mean i said fuck it we ball but still”

“Nothing i thought we were just sharing what we were eating and what we were thinking abt”

“I know what im gonna wear… MY KNEE BRACES”

“Also im going to murder the guy that asked you to prom”

“hey dipper, if your show gonna make big money i can show you how to do tax fraud. wink wink.”

“it doesnt matter how it started it matters how its going”

“Mitchell…… ‘who is Migchel’ ‘mitchell…’ Cultist ‘woah’ *ex cultist ‘whyd he stop ☹️’ He got burnt at the stake 🤪 ‘HWTAP’ elliot sometimes i wish i understood the out of pocket shit you say’ :3”

“my plaSTIC NOOOOO”

“Will wood😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”

“You die”

“OH MY FUCK MY QUEEADESA”

“DONT DROP HIM”

“HE WOULD PROBABLY DROP YOU TOO IF HE HAD LONGER ARMS”

“what if i slide into your bounce house”

“Autismo…Dont you mean… AWESOMEO”

“Wee woo”

“Movie tim…”

“THIS IS NO LAUGHI G BATTER”

“i am going to drink airport water real quick”

“i’m italian and german, im on the wrong side of ww2”

“im gonna bite someone do dododododo”

“mmm… medical help..”

“No like velcro”

“Is there a larry the cucumber in my bag right now, elliot.”

“MARTIN. STOP trying to TOUCH the PLASTIC EXPLOSIVE. just PUT YOUR HANDS in YOUR POCKETS or SOMETHING-“

Its crude oil! “Called it”

“if theres a will — WILL WOOD!”

“larold”

“stop rizzing up larry the cucumber.”

“This is…. larry the cucumber..”

“chiropracting…. OOOOW”

“i’m magnussing!”

“amongd us… what if amongst us?”

“i switch them out every other day” (referring to his collection of knees)

“dareiwn”

“FUCK ITS TOO LONG”

“😭🤣😭😭😭🧅😭so tried”

“His teerth aer nit skft😭😭😭😭😭”

“GOODFNINGET ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

“HOW DO YOU SAY MISSIPIPI”

“I’m serving cunt and ceaseless watcher”

“oh its my cult!”

“i was met with- BOOM TITTIES!!!”

“its a cult ritual ☝️”

“They crabs FUCK dude”

“Sigh. Faggot.”

“I love hole(s)”

“MISTER WHAT.”

“i wanna punt that kid into the sun. i want to make field goals with him, nevermind, i want to use him as the ball.”

“actually my mommy loves me very much”

“Booyah.”

“I love it when Mitski plays without my consent”

“Gerlad!!”

“Jaws the shart”

“THE REASON I KEEP GOING OFF SPEAKER IS BECAUSE I AM NOT SPEAKING I AN SCREAMING”

“I just perpetually hit the reblog button” (stuttering and on the verge of tears)

“They looked at tma and thought not gay enough”

“he suffers from white.”

“I didn't know your dog could bake”

“im not crying i swear i just have really wet autism eyes”

“What if. I forgot”

“Back in my day we didn't have no anti depressants. We just killed ourselves.”

“MAYcy”

“AAHHHH I KNOW THAT BALD HEAD ANYWHERE”

“THERE ARE COMMUNISTS IN MY FUNHOUSE”

“this is disgusting and i am going to be smearing it on my face”

“thats not charlie thats jesus hate to break it to you”

“im not crying okay? im batman.”

“THATS NOT ME ITS SHAKESPEARE, MODERN DAY SHAKESPEARE: HIS NAME IS WILL WOOD.”

“You look balder than usual.”

“asmr youre being eaten alive”

“THERES A TRAIN GOING ON BY MY HOUSE IM FUCKING TWEAKING I LOVE TRAINS SO MUCH”

“autism be damnked my boy can cook a bbq”

“autism win💀💀👻”

“Jonathermostat”

“let me give andrew the biggest, wettest, autism eyes ever.”

“hey bucko- hey FUCKo”

“yeah. take that POOKIE.”

“i do what i want BIETCH”

“am i so white that white face paint makes no difference “

“GOD. who needs that much food at once!! Slow down!!”

“The trout population will be affected.”

“i need a little baby rat— actually youre my little baby rat”

“balls blast? ohhh”

“the number of miles is i dont care—oh fuck”

“hashtag my tummy really hurts”

“*whispered after a long moment of silence* you should go on township…”

“would you like me to be your waiter.”

“thats a real knee-slapper— OW MY KNEES”

“balls”

hehehehehehehe hi its me elliot

JUDAS NOW

“I dont freeze Im too hot😎😎😎”

“i’d prefer not to have titties, thanks.”

you’ve been exposed @possiblyhenry

[deathsmallcaps]

What kind of tans would the Batfam get during the summer?

Alfred: When he was young and in the service, Alfred got a nice tan on his legs, forearms and face. But that has mostly faded with age and inside work now. Extremely conscientious of the dangerous effect the sun has on skin, he now wears protective gear when gardening (which happens less and less as he grows older) and a healthy amount of sunscreen. However, he still vacations on beaches when he has the time, so he has a swimsuit tan.

Bruce: Sunscreens the fuck up. Can he tan? Slightly. Will he? No. He’s a little afraid of sunburn pains, and while his years of training have toughened up his skin, it’s not like he exactly WANTS to have rough skin. He got one (1) cancerous mole when with Ra’s Al Ghul and doesn’t want to tempt fate.

Selina: she was always a little sad she was never as tan as her mother, and so went through a phase where she went to tanning beds. She didn’t like the result, expense, or bluster from the doctor, however, and when one of her friends had a serious skin cancer scare, she quit. Still, Selina loves lounging by the pool in a bikini, and never puts on as much sunscreen that her loved ones would want her to apply. But as she’s largely nocturnal; and often wears a full body once piece, her tan is largely consistent but not a huge change from her look during the winter.

Dick: he always gets a nice golden brown, isn’t afraid of going swimming or sunning in *not much*, but is still conscientious of health and uses sunscreen and goes to the dermatologist regularly. He does have a bit of a sock tan though - he rolls them all the way up when wearing sneakers because he’s a dork.

Barbara: Lobster red burn, peel, back to pale with maybe some new freckles - repeat. She’s given up. She puts sunscreen on her scalp. She’s kind of jealous of Dick. Swears she once got a burn from the moon.

Jason: T shirt tan. All the way. Would have a red neck except he’s always wearing helmets. He sometimes wears a tank top outside enough that there is a 2nd level of tanning, but not too often. Also, he likes boots, so he doesn’t wear shorts and short socks often.

Cass: burnt herself a LOT during her early years as a free person. She loved the warmth and comfort of napping in the sun. She’s learned to be more careful, but you can still find her napping on roofs. As such, she develops a nice, healthy looking tan, but she sort of has the same tan outline as Jason - she doesn’t have a set outfit she usually wears, but it usually approximates a tshirt and varying lengths of pants. Her feet are brown though - she goes barefoot as much as possible.

Tim: Hasn’t ever tried for a tan really. He knew he was Supposed To wear sunscreen, and it’s one of the self care habits he didn’t really neglect. But he’s in the habit of wearing longer clothing anyway, so all that really regularly sees the sun is his hands and face.

Steph: a nice, athletic tan. She spends as much time outside as she can, often running. This originally stemmed from trying to be away from her house as much as possible, and grew to a true enjoyment. She sometimes jogs in a sports bra, so her midriff is a bit tan.

Damian: Damian doesn’t really see the point of tanning, as for most of his early childhood, he wore protective gear and/or worked in the literal shadows/inside like other sensible people who live in deserts. But he also values being outside, sometimes running with Stephanie, and finds Gotham to be too dreary to waste any sun he gets. So he tans quite nicely, though his lines seem to be a mix of Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s

Duke: Duke has a swim shorts tan. Ever since he was a kid, but especially since finding out about his light powers, Duke enjoys the light as much as possible. He also needs to keep up with the tans of people who DON’T spend many daylight hours in a supersuit. So while he does apply sunscreen, he especially applies it to the lower half of the face, as he’s afraid the difference in tone could be noticeable. Either it works or people really don’t care, as no one ever mentions it or uses it against him. Sometimes he’ll join Cassandra on a roof for a sunbeam nap.

Terry: Aesthetically not into tanning. He doesn’t avoid it exactly, but he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to get one. Occasionally gets sunburns when his forearms have been meaning by the car window for too long. Terry does not see the point of working on things like cars and machinery outside of perfectly good garages, thank you very much.

Matt: used to run from concerned adults with their sunscreen - not because he especially hated it, but because it took too long. He still hasn’t gotten into the habit, and so does the ol’ burn-then-tan thing very often. As such, he basically had a T-shirt tan.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Pretty good answers, you can take a break from answering my questions they aren’t going anywhere lol take as long as you need :)

1: some ppl give the superfamily different “abilities” instead of the typical kryptonian power set to separate them, besides Chris does the rest of the family have different powers? For example I can see Jon having super saiyan red/orange hair that can boost his heat vision or can create a mini sun to heal or boost his family’s power.

2: since Chris likes spider-man, does he ever “web swing” across the city using his dark powers? Plus tie up bad guys using the dark powers too? I can see him tying up bad guys by the feet upside down hanging from a lamp post and spinning them around XD

3: any thoughts of making the duo wear matching outfits with the starburst name/logo on the front?

4: does mar’i do the same stuff as Jake like in previous asks? Does slapstick like the three stooges, aims for the crotch on a 10, uses the Nightwing sticks, etc…

5: let’s say Kon/Tim is sleeping on the couch, what would they do as a prank? Draw on their face, fart on their face, put shaving cream on their hand and tickle their nose with something, belly flop on top of them, etc…

6: not a question but a fanfic idea: overusing the Nightwing entity causes Chris to act similar to Spider-Man while wearing the venom suit creating a meaner & maybe evil Chris; Jake and Chris battle it out in the rain with Chris brutally hurting Jake close to death. Right before he delivers the killing blow, Chris has flashbacks of him and Jake doing fun stuff, Chris at the last second takes back control and holds Jake and cries that he is sorry.

1. Well Conner canonically has what’s called Tactile Telekinesis which allows him to hold a whole variety of objects and items with his mind in mid air, Kara can also probably channel a bio electric aura around her for an extra layer protection against energy or even magic attacks even though it can mess around with her heat vision abilities and finally to say Mon El, he had the ability to detect points on either a humanoid body or on select architecture that he can use to either strike or climb up (akin to Karnak from the Inhumans). The sole one whose powers are somewhat either enhanced or a near copy of Clark’s power set is Jon.

2. More likely it’s Jake who uses his grappling hooks akin to swing Spidey style as his ability of flight isn’t as pronounced as his sister’s. Any flight he achieves has to have a running and dropping start to them; basically any short flight he gets being a sort of natural wing suit on him. Now as for Chris webbing up crooks of all sorts via the shadows on their legs, I can probably see that in addition to a sticky note left for the cops to pick up says crooks that reads “Bad Guy(s)” just like how his teacher Dick does it

3. While a certain possibility for very rare occasions like say an actual multiverse Crisus event, they wear enough blue on their individual outfits already and yet those respective splashes of burnt orange and yellow keep them distinct. So, matching outfits is possible but not entirely probable and necessary.

4. A little bit but she has her own tiny touches and takes things that distinguish her from her brother. Mainly shed lean more on sitcom snark and ‘high brow’ comedy akin to what Grandpa Alfred showed her (Probably shows including “Blackadder” and “Are You Being Served?”) as opposed to slapstick. For her combat prowess, less likely to go from hits below the belt but a tad bit more vicious in taking down villains and she primarily uses her starbolts and enhanced strength along with Tamaranean fighting styles her Mother taught her and back

5. Jake’s go to mischief technique in these cases is a trick her sister and him have learn from their Father since the latter was all too fond of doing it during his days at the circus; take a small marker and doodle of silly and funny drawings on any part of the sleeping person that’s sticks out of the blankets. Chris quickly picked up on it ever since he was about 8 and anytime either of them happened to be awake first thing in the morning can their respective Uncle for Jake and Big Brother for Chris are dead asleep, they’ll wake up later to find some ink on them. And it’s not just the faces either….let’s just say if they to wear socks that night, there’s a 50/50 chance that those socks would be off them and sure enough there’s some doodles there as well.

6. It’s certainly a tempting enough story arc I can see happening with a minor tweak or two. Mainly, it’s the Flamebird entity being tapped into by Thara Ak Var that tends on being the berserker of the two ancient deities due to its more appropriately firery nature as opposed to the more cold and dark Nightwing. That said, I see Chris losing control of his powers and temperament being a consequence of all of the Nightwing entity’s bearers since mere mortals, even Kryptonians, aren’t immune to the entity’s presence affecting their minds with continuous overuse overtime. So with that, Chris after the battle makes a vow to no longer solely rely on the Nightwing entity for emergencies during superhero fights. The entity itself understands this and even encourages Chris to find other ways to save the day of possible.

Thanks for your patience, friend. It’s appreciated @gothicghost2000

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 49: March 2017

Days stretched out into weeks, and by the first week of March, Tim was beginning to think they’d made a mistake in encouraging Jon to stay away from the Institute.

There’d been no sign of Detective Tonner since she’d done her interviews with them, but according to Elias, she was still very much interested in Jon as a suspect. He’d assured the three of them that of course Jon is not responsible for this—although how he knew that, Tim had no fucking clue and no desire to know, although he could guess—but that until he was officially cleared, he would be out of the office. Martin had gone home early with a headache, but he’d been back to work bright and early the next morning, and he hadn’t missed a minute of time since.

It wasn’t hard to guess that he was distracting himself. They might have been teasing a bit when they’d told Martin that Jon wouldn’t lie to him, but it was definitely true that the two of them had formed an incredibly close bond, closer than they were to either Tim or Sasha. Martin missed Jon, and he also worried about him, and he knew enough about what was going on to worry more. And then there was the fact that Melanie was still off doing…whatever she was doing. Martin missed and worried about her, too, but he at least had Gerry to share that worry.

At least, that was what Tim had believed up until last night.

The first Monday in March dawned crisp and cold. Tim tugged his woolen hat a little further down over his ears and hurried his steps from the Tube station to the Institute. Chelsea was an objectively lovely area, if expensive, and ordinarily he might have stopped to appreciate the sun sparkling on the grass where the frost hadn’t entirely burnt off yet or the stark beauty of the bare branches against the wintery sky. Instead, he plowed on ahead, hell-bent on getting to the Institute.

He was a bit earlier than usual; there were a few people arriving, but the biggest part of the crowd would be getting there closer to eight. A couple of people nodded greetings to him, which he returned. Most ignored him, which was fine with him. The Archives were a world unto themselves at the best of times, and as they got more and more involved in researching the Unknowing they’d drawn closer to one another and further from the rest of the Institute. Tim couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually exchanged more than a few words with anyone outside the Archives, not that he’d had many intimate friends before that. Still, it was enough to make Tim glad they were getting along—mostly—in the Archives these days; it would have been insanely isolating if he’d had to deal with only working with people who hated him, or who he hated.

That did not, however, stop him from getting angry with them from time to time.

He hoped to get into the Archives with enough time to plan out his approach, because Tim knew himself pretty well and he knew he needed to calm down and think rationally or he was going to say something he’d regret. That hope was shattered when he stepped through the door of the Archives to find Martin coming out of the shelves with a stack of files under one arm, his nose buried in another. A slight frown creased his forehead, and he seemed totally absorbed in what he was reading.

Tim cleared his throat pointedly.

Martin didn’t react, so Tim cleared his throat again, louder and more emphatically. At that, Martin did finally glance up. “Oh—morning, Tim. Have a good weekend?”

“Have you been here all weekend?” Tim demanded.

“No.” Martin blinked. “Pretty sure I haven’t.”

That…wasn’t good. It had taken Tim way too long to catch on to the fact that Martin was always in the Archives when he and Sasha arrived, no matter how early they got there—which, admittedly, wasn’t usually too much before eight, Sasha liked to sleep in and Tim wasn’t giving this place more than he had to right now—and that he was always the last one to leave. He didn’t look like he’d been sleeping in the Archives, but he hadn’t looked like he was sleeping in the Archives when he was officially living in the Archives, so Tim wasn’t going based on that.

He skimmed Martin’s face. He was clean-shaven as always, he looked neat and professional, and there weren’t any dark circles under his eyes, but he was definitely a bit pale. And there was something about his eyes Tim wasn’t sure he liked, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“What time did you leave on Friday?” he asked.

Martin shrugged. “Dunno. It was dark by then. Why?”

Which meant it had been well after six. Tim looked at the folders under Martin’s arm. “How long have you been here?”

“Couple hours?”

“Jesus.” Tim fought the urge to yank his hair out. This had to stop, but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up without risking Elias knowing things he didn’t need to know. “How did you even fucking get in that early?”

Martin gestured over his shoulder. “There’s more than one way to get into those tunnels. Jon and I—” His voice cracked slightly, and for a moment his face betrayed his feelings, but he mastered himself quickly in a way Tim definitely didn’t like. “We found a couple other entrances while we were exploring, so I came up that way. Not like there’s anyone else down there anymore.”

Tim used the couple of seconds it took him to get his coat off and hang it on the back of his chair to try and get a check on his emotions. It didn’t work particularly well. As soon as Martin had set down the folders, he grabbed his arm. “Show me.”

“Oh, sure—r-right now?” Martin looked a little startled.

“Yes. Immediately. Before Sasha gets in.” And before I blow up on you out here where Elias can hear us, Tim added silently.

Martin made his way over to the trap door, opened it, and led the way down with a practiced familiarity that spoke to how often he’d been down there. Tim didn’t pay much attention, just let the door close behind them. As soon as they hit the bottom of the flight of stairs, he grabbed Martin’s arm again to stop him going any further. “When is the last time you saw Gerry?”

Martin froze, and when he turned to face him, Tim almost felt guilty about the look of fear that flashed through his eyes. Almost. “I—oh, Christ, it’s, not since…i-it’s been a couple weeks. Is he okay? What happened? Shit, if he’s—”

“Nothing’s happened. He’s fine. I’d have told you if something was wrong.” Tim let go of him and folded his arms across his chest. “But, fucking hell, Martin, I thought you’d be spending time with him so you wouldn’t worry about Jon and Melanie so much. He asked me how you were, said he hadn’t heard from you except in texts since Valentine’s Day.”

“We don’t—that’s not unusual, really. Or at least it wasn’t. We were all usually…busy.”

“Yeah, but he’s not traipsing around the world, and Melanie’s not doing her show, and you don’t have a life outside of this place—”

“Ouch, really, Tim?”

“—so there’s no reason you shouldn’t see him at least once a week,” Tim said, steamrolling right over Martin’s (admittedly, probably deserved) chastisement. “Instead you’re spending all your time here.”

“As you pointed out, I don’t have a life outside this place,” Martin said stiffly. “What do you expect me to do, go to poetry slams and join a knitting circle?”

“Fuck, Martin, you need to do something.” Tim scowled. “Working all the time isn’t healthy at the best of places, and this is about as far from the best of places as you can get.”

Martin gestured vaguely upwards. “There’s still a ton of work to be done, and I’m just trying to keep things running for Jon—”

“No, you’re running yourself into the ground because it keeps you from thinking about where Jon is or what Melanie’s doing and fretting because you’re not there to protect them,” Tim interrupted. “Which I’d be nagging you about anyway, but Martin, you cannot keep reading the genuine statements like this.”

“Someone has to,” Martin shot back. “They’ve still got to be recorded, and Jon’s not here.”

“They don’t have to be recorded by you!”

“If I don’t record them, who will?”

“Sasha? Me? There are three of us working down here, Martin.” Tim ground his teeth together. “We should be sharing the workload. You’re not the Archivist, it doesn’t need to all fall on you.”

“You think I want you two ending up like this?” Martin burst out. “You think I want to let you two get so tangled up in the Eye that you start, start Seeing Marks and compelling the truth out of people and skimming their thoughts? You think I want you to get to the point where even if we do figure out how to quit the Institute, you really can’t because your fucking…life force is tied to it?”

“It already is!” Tim shouted, finally letting his anger get the better of him. “You were so wrapped up in everything that you didn’t even fucking notice I wasn’t here last week. I didn’t call out, I didn’t file for leave, I just…left. Hopped a plane to Venice, found myself a hotel.”

That had been a miracle in and of itself; he’d arrived at the tail end of Carnevale and it was astonishing that there was a single spare corner not crowded with tourists. He’d managed to find one, somehow, and tried to enjoy himself. It hadn’t worked. At first he’d told himself it was just guilt for leaving Sasha and Martin in the lurch. Then he’d almost managed to convince himself it was the masks; Tim had a healthy fear of the Stranger, for a number of reasons, and he’d wondered if him being short of breath and shaking every time he stepped out onto the streets was because of the Arlecchinos and Columbinas and voltos everywhere he turned. He’d found himself touching his face periodically to make sure he wasn’t wearing a mask. He had successfully, albeit briefly, convinced himself his mid-week weakness was because he’d fasted before attempting to attend one of the numerous Ash Wednesday services at one of the cathedrals, although he hadn’t actually made it to any of them. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that every single statue, icon, mosaic, and stained glass window was watching him.

Tim only became aware that Martin’s face had gone tight with anger when it abruptly relaxed, leaving him pale and wide-eyed. “You weren’t—? Christ, Tim, I’m so sorry. I—you’re right, I didn’t notice, and…and I should have. I’m so sorry. You deserve better than that.”

“Fucking hell, Martin, that’s not the point.” Tim felt some of his own anger drain away, though, and he added, “I accept your apology anyway. But the thing is that…I, I wasn’t going to come back, thought I’d, I dunno, find someplace to live and get a job and maybe call Gerry to come run away with me or something.”

“He’d do it, too,” Martin murmured. “For you.”

“Also not the point. And he’d never leave you, or Melanie. You’re his fucking brother. He wouldn’t leave you any more than I would have left Danny.” Tim’s voice cracked on his brother’s name, and he held up a hand to stop Martin’s instinctive sympathetic reflex. “The point is that I couldn’t stay away. I…I started getting sick. Elias wasn’t lying about that. The longer I was there, the weaker I felt, until finally I…I just gave up and came back.”

“Tim.” Martin’s face creased in pain. “I didn’t…I didn’t want you to end up like this. I didn’t want you to end up like…”

Me.

The word hung in the air between them like a lead balloon. Tim looked into his buddy’s eyes and saw it all—the guilt, the pain, the stress of the life he’d been embroiled in for the last twenty years. The knowledge that it had been too late for him for a long time, but that the last few years had accelerated things to the point that he saw himself as a monster. He’d tried to save the others from that, and the realization that it was too late for any of them hurt him worse than anything else.

Tim swallowed hard and tried to think of how he would have phrased it if Danny had been the one to bring this to him. What he’d have thought if his little brother had survived Grimaldi and become a Stranger himself, if he’d lived to be Marked so deeply that he didn’t think he could trust himself and worried he would spill it on Tim.

“It’s not your fault,” he said at last. “I think…I think even if you’d told me soon enough that I could have walked away, I wouldn’t have. Sasha wouldn’t have believed you, and me…I wouldn’t have left if you and Jon couldn’t. It’s a big brother thing, you know? You can’t be safe if your younger sibling is in danger. It’s our job to protect you, not the other way around, so even if I had a clear path to run like hell, I wouldn’t have if I had to leave you behind. And yeah, that’s even with me trying to go to Venice. Maybe I knew it wouldn’t work. Maybe I knew Gerry wouldn’t come without you, and honestly, I wouldn’t have left him either. For very different reasons. I guess I just wanted to see if it was true. I just…got to the breaking point is all.”

Martin hesitated, then held out his arms. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move closer, just…waited.

Tim, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate for a second. He charged in and hugged Martin tightly, in a way he hadn’t hugged anyone since Danny died.

It was the right thing to do. Martin slumped against him, not really leaning his full weight on him but definitely leaning into him, and held on in a way that told Tim he needed this, too. They stood there hugging each other and feeling a lot of the tension and stress bleed away. It was still there, and Tim was still going to get on Martin’s case about overworking himself, but they’d at least cleared the air a little bit.

Finally, he realized Martin was shaking slightly and stepped back, gripping his shoulders tightly, to study him. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” Martin took a deep breath. “It’s just, um, I can’t be down here too long. And, and when I said I’d been here a couple of hours? I sort of did a bit more exploring of the tunnels, or tried to. I’d only sort of just come up when you got in. But it’s—we’re cut off from the Eye down here. It’s kind of a blind spot? I can be here for a bit, but honestly, more than an hour a day and I start getting wobbly.”

“Come on.” Tim practically dragged Martin back up the steps. “No more for today. And no real statements, okay? Just…I don’t know. You can do some filing, or some of the research or whatever. Let Sasha and me handle whatever recording needs to be done.”

“I—” Martin sighed. “Okay.”

Just before they pushed the trap door up, Tim stopped and looked at Martin intently. “We’re a team, Marto. We’re family. You’ve got to let us help you.”

“That goes both ways, you know,” Martin said quietly.

“I know.” Tim led them back into the Archives. “By the way, have you heard from Melanie since she left?”

“No, which tells me she’s doing something I’m going to have to yell at her for when she gets back.” Martin sighed and closed the door behind them, locked it, and pulled out the key. He handed it to Tim. “I’m going to go make us both some tea. Do me a favor and put this somewhere I won’t think to look for it?”

“I’ll trap it so that if you do find it, Sasha and I will know right away,” Tim promised, which elicited a tiny giggle out of Martin. “Go ahead. She should be here any minute.”

Martin nodded and headed off in the direction of the breakroom. Tim stood for a moment, staring at the key, then decided to go put it in Jon’s office. They’d been using the office to make recordings with as little background interference as possible, but Martin especially wasn’t the kind to go through the desk drawers without Jon’s permission. He figured if Martin wasn’t recording today either, they’d be able to keep him away from it even if he did figure out where Tim had hidden it. He bent down to put it in the bottom drawer, where Jon evidently kept a spare set of clothes in case he wound up spending the night in the Archives.

He heard footsteps too loud to be Martin’s, who had long ago perfected the art of moving near silently; it sounded like Sasha had decided to wear flats instead of heels. Tim shut the drawer and straightened, intending to to ask if she had heard from Melanie since she had left, only to find himself facing Elias Bouchard, regarding him with an expression of mild concern. “Tim.”

“Oh, hello, boss,” Tim said, trying to cover his surprise with as much sarcasm as he could. “What brings you down to the dungeons? Your office just too full of joy?”

“Not quite,” Elias said blandly. “I heard you’d had some absences. Some unauthorized leave. I just wanted to talk it through with you.”

“Right.” Tim wondered who he’d heard that from, since Martin hadn’t noticed and Sasha would have chewed off her right arm rather than report to him…wouldn’t she?

“Were you sick? If you’re sick, you really need to call in.”

Tim had to give Elias credit—if he hadn’t known he was an evil murderer, which he wasn’t supposed to know, he’d have believed the “concerned boss” act. Time to play it up. “Nope. Wasn’t sick.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Try again.”

“Well, you hadn’t booked any leave,” Elias pointed out.

“No, I had not,” Tim agreed.

“So, what happened?”

“What, you don’t know?” That…was probably pushing it a bit far, but Tim figured he could play it up if he needed to. After all, Elias had admitted the Institute belonged to the Eye, and he’d called it his master…

Something flickered in Elias’ one good eye for just a moment, but when he spoke, it was as mild as ever. “Despite what you seem to think, Tim, I am not omniscient. I suspect you were trying to leave us, but I don’t have any proof. Is that what happened?”

“Yep.” Tim gave Elias his best what are you going to do about it look. “Hopped a plane to Italy, found myself a hotel.”

Elias matched it with his best I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed look, which made Tim want to hit him. “But you’ve returned?”

Fuck it, he’d already told Martin. And Elias had tried to warn him…or threaten him, as the case may be. “I got sick. I…the longer I was gone, the weaker I felt, like I was losing myself.” He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna fire me, boss?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he remembered what Elias had said the day Martin came back—an appointment to the Archives is one for life. That definitely made it sound like he wasn’t listening…or like he was asking Elias to terminate him with extreme prejudice. He fought back the urge to walk it back and merely waited.

Elias didn’t bat an eyelash. “No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

“Of course not.” Tim tried to conceal the sudden surge of relief. He wasn’t getting murdered today.

“But let’s be sure it doesn’t happen again, hmm?”

“You’ve made the consequences of me trying to leave perfectly clear, yes,” Tim said crisply.

Elias raised the eyebrow above his patch. Tim found himself wondering, again, what was under it. “You seem to be under the impression that I did this to you deliberately.”

“You mean you didn’t?” Tim was genuinely surprised at that.

Elias gave a weary, very paternalistic sigh that brought back every argument Tim had ever had with his own father, who hadn’t spoken to him since Danny’s disappearance. “Tim, this place is very old. It has all sorts of…idiosyncrasies, and not all of them are good for the people who work here.”

Tim snorted. That was one way of putting it. “I think I’d prefer asbestos.”

“I’ve always found the best way to deal with it is to lose yourself in work,” Elias said blandly. “Personally, the comfortable rigor of bureaucracy has always helped me. Perhaps doing a bit of mindless filing will help distract you.”

The strangest part of this entire conversation was that Tim had absolutely no difficulty in believing that. Elias was one hundred percent the sort of person who loved admin—filling out paperwork, balancing budgets, ordering supplies. He projected the air of someone who ironed his underpants and folded his socks, someone whose idea of a really wild night was drinking coffee after eight PM and who thought “living dangerously” meant ordering anything less than top-shelf. Looking at him, with his immaculately tailored and yet utterly boring charcoal grey suit, his hair parted severely down the middle, and his left eye covered with a patch that managed, by virtue of being color-coordinated with his tie and pocket square, to look like just another rich guy accessory, it was impossible to believe he’d murdered at least one person, probably two, for reasons unknown. He was just so…benign and inoffensive.

“Yeah,” Tim said slowly. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m sure I am. And no more unauthorized absences, okay?” Elias gave Tim a smile that might have been condescending and might have been encouraging and might have resulted in his teeth getting knocked so far down his throat it’d take a proctologist to find them if Martin hadn’t opened the door at that exact moment.

“Oh, uh—is everything okay in here?” he asked carefully, looking from Tim to Elias and back.

“Yes, Martin, very much so.” Elias turned the same smile on Martin, who recoiled as if he’d just bared his fangs and hissed at him, and then turned and walked out of the office.

Martin stared after him, then looked back at Tim, concern written all over his face. He silently held out the mug of tea in his left hand.

“It’s fine,” Tim said, and he wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. “He just wanted to check up on me after I was out on my…unauthorized absence last week.”

Martin scowled. “Would’ve been nice if he’d come and asked us about it. I’d have at least called to check up on you.”

“Water under the bridge.” Tim took a sip of the tea, then reached for the folder in Martin’s other hand. “Is this for me too?”

“Oh—I didn’t realize I’d picked that up.” Martin looked at the folder, then handed it to Tim. “Yeah, I think it needs to go on the tape recorder. Everything I’ve been able to find is in there. It’s…nasty.”

“Flesh?”

“Almost certainly.”

“Great.” Tim took the folder and glanced at it. “Might as well get started. Where’s the recorder?”

Martin pointed. “Right there. It’s already running.”

Tim blinked in surprise at the device on the desk, which was indeed whirring away. “Huh. I…don’t remember turning it on.”

Martin shrugged. “You’ve got a lot on your mind. I’m going to go try and put the Discredited section in some kind of order, it’s a mess. Sasha’s here. Scream if you need us.”

“Sure. Thanks, Martin.” Tim gave him a light, friendly cuff on the arm, which made him grin before backing out of the office and closing the door behind him.

Alone, Tim settled himself into the chair behind the desk, pulled the recorder a little closer, and flipped open the folder. He heaved a deep sigh as he picked up the first page. “Right, here we go. Statement of Ross Davenport, regarding…bodybuilding. Probably literally, given the nature of the sort of bullshit stories we collect here. Original date of statement, seventh August, 2013. Recording by Tim Stoker, Archival Assistant. Statement begins.”

[polwarth]

Week 2 Summary

Below the cut is a summary of week 2 in Aotearoa (New Zealand)

Average step count for this week dropped below 20,000, and that might be a good thing. I've been on the bus more and more between locations rather than walking miles and miles each day.

Some spots I've visited this week:

Point Chevalier (again, this time I swam in cold water for five hours and got unevenly sunburnt)

Owairaka Domain

Blockhouse Bay

Miranda Reserve

Chalmers Reserve

Olympic Park

Kiwi Esplande

Rose Garden Reserve

Ambury Regional Farm Park

Manukau Harbour

Mangere Mountain (it was so so windy)

Manukau City

Hayman Park

Manukau Sports Bowl

Along with these locations i've been walking through various residential areas of Auckland and noticed a few trends.

Theres a large number of roads bracketed by long narrow lots, each with 2+ houses and one long shared driveway

In areas with one home per lot there is almost always a fenced in front yard and an automatic gate with intercom system

Almost all of the homes ive seen have been distinct compared to the neighbors. Thus far no US style suburbs with 4 home configurations throughout

LOADS of suzuki swifts

A surprising number of homes had wide open front doors

Some other observations:

Tim Tams slap

I've had three flavours and they are all good

Mars bars are like snickers without the nuts

Shoes appear to be optional in stores/public

Roast is a discrete category of fast food, and it is exactly what you expect. Roasted meat and veggies, with peas, on or off bread.

Mullets are IN here

English Bulldogs are everywhere

In parks/reserves 80% of dogs have a muzzle

I think i'm getting the hang of being here. No longer shocked by prices, too much, and i'm getting use to not needing A/C. I wanna get on a boat and or go snorkeling this week, but I just burnt myself in the sun so maybe i'll postpone.

More next week!

[purple-goo-writes]

Ffffff brain is like Oh ideas!

Mostly ideas like how Danny's powers work in the DCU

But also Danny's new name and look- Danny goes by Starling cause it's very obvious to him that this world doesn't have a lot of ghosts. But it does have Aliens! And plus he looks a lot different here, even in human form.

Looks- black and white space suit with green trimming/glowing piping thanks to his powers. Instead of a DP on his chest it's a star burst of light, literally the center glows, kinda-like-his-core. And the black parts of his space suit look as if they embody the night sky, with moving constellations. Long elf like ears, fangs, green/blue tinted skin and his eyes are just full on swirl of stars against a deep green near black (black around his eyes instead of white) (basically the void stares back). His boots and gloves are still white but the boots are reinforced and his gloves have toe bean like grip bads and slight hint of claw. His hair is now a fucking space nebula that starts white at the roots and forms into a trailing cloud of nebula. Debating giving him a huge has white cloak which is black on the inside that has a big ass hood for him to hid his face in.

Debate over. He has a cloak with many layers and trailing ruffles. Coast city fondly calls him their little space jellyfish.

Human form- still Reg Danny but somethings a bit off, not perfectly human. Sharp teeth, ears a little too pointed and star shaped freckles. Maybe his hair is a bit too dark and his eyes are completely blue no whites at all or pupil.

Flight: basically Star boy here generates his own gravitational pull and uses it to push against earth's to basically float around like a demented jelly fish. He can speed up and slow down, but it was a lot of trail, error and randomly slingshoting himself into the sun.

Also ends up accidently pulling things into his gravity, which is how he met Robin!Tim (he was floating by and Tim was grappling to another building, suddenly gravity said Yoink and Starling ended up with an armful of Robin after catching him.)

Ecto-Blast: Now are morelike actual plasma blasts ad he has to be careful not to burn something or vaporize. So much trial and sooo soo many burnt couches.

Ice powers: OP pls Nerf. He would like to Not Freeze The Shower When Half Alseep

Intangiblilty: like Martian Man-Hunters but more as if he becomes tiny particles of space dust and moves around something. Little miffed about this.

Invisibility: very miffed as now it only works in space and he just literally blends into black void of space. He can't sneak around like he used to and is mad about it. Sulked in his cloak for days.

Ghostly Wail: Still OP ad Last Resort.

Still has Super Strength...in fact it may be OP now? If he flies super fast he forms a comet tail. Which he finds cool and has figured out how to use as an attack or shield. (This may involve slamming into the enemy like a comet. Hal may have had a heart attack the first time)

Telekinesis is...now very complelicated and sometimes things get crushed as he tries to lift them up with his gravity warping...only to accidently increase gravity and make it emplode...

On a side note he now has a new attack.

So...had a hilarious scene pop into by head due to the thought that when universe hopping Danny has to conform to the laws of that universe. And if he hopped to DC universe, due to his space core and powers, Danny ends up basically a Space Spirit/Living Star in Human form instead of having two forms. Cause outside Captain Marvel/Shazam that isn't really something normal for DC heroes and Danny's second form is biological not magical. And because of how loosely connected th DC universe is to the Infinity Realms, Danny can't break away from this universe's laws like he would be able to with one closer connected and closer to his own universe.

Therefore living Star/Space Demigod Danny comes into existence. Which Is A Learning Curve He DID Not Ask For. Cause on top of relearning t use his powers and getting used to his new body?!? He has to find a way home which could take a while due to how far this place is from the Infinity Realms. (Don't know how he ended up thre. Probably natural portal whilst fleeing from the GIW)

But anyway back to the funny scene that popped into my head cause of this train of thought-

Hal meeting Danny because he finds the kid fighting a raccoon over a pizza in the dumpster next to his apartment complex.

Hal holding feral child by scruff of neck with his powers: ....Is this how batman acquires his Robin's? Is this how one becomes a father?

[everythingcanadian]

Rusted From The Rain

Pairing: Private Recording 1 Mentioned: Kat/Jeremy Hinted: Matt/Jeremy (Past Fake AH Crew, other ships up to you)

Rating: T for JRH I will tag him for others to filter

Warnings: Fake violence/GTA Violence, Car Accidents Mentioned, Ryan Haywood

Summary:

Jeremy had put to rest his alter ego, Rimmy Tim. Had accepted what had happened and had tried to move on and succeeded. Now he was back where the beginning of the end happened.

Day 20 of promptober: Rust I thought this was fitting to help myself heal after so long. I tagged that asshole so people can filter this out. This is more for me than anything. Title from Billy Talent's song "Rusted from the Rain" give it a listen if you want.

AO3 Portal Series Portal On Tumblr: Part 2

The shell of it was rusted and burnt out. The seats inside had been long ago stripped out and probably sold or cannibalised for parts. The engine was gone. Tires missing and the front left had melted from the crash. The headlights had moss and mould and mushrooms growing from them with the moisture and the fact it was the only thing on the car that hadn’t rusted. The hood was bent open, the whole front of the car had been crushed and bent. An old racing accident on the abandoned track. When they had found out what he had done to them. What he really was.

If one looked hard enough they could see the skid marks. The holes from bullets or grenades or rockets. From his spot leaning against the side of the rusted and useless Zentorno, he could feel the betrayal all over again. It wasn’t as bad now, jagged edges had healed somewhat, but it still hurt and probably would for the rest of his life. The black paint of the car had nearly melted off entirely in the blaze or a molotov aimed just right. But the husk of the low rider sat right where it was that day.

A simple red alert text on their phones had set it all off. Instead of a fun racing day they had an answer as to why some things never added up. Their connections into the FIB and police force had shown them their rat. He was more of a devil when they found out all that he had done.

Sitting here now made the ache behind his own ribs nearly unbearable. 

He took another calming puff of his cigarette and looked around again in the broad daylight. The sun was already low in the sky even though it wasn’t even dinner time. Oranges and reds and browns among the greens and blacks and greys. Autumn here had some sort of ethereal effect. It’s why they bought and built here. Now it was misty by the ditches and damp in his bones.

Three years and the little racing circuit was overgrown and sinking back into the earth bit by bit, year by year. It was fresh smelling now. Even with the October air burning his nose it was beautiful. The world he had left behind was slowly healing. 

His cigarette was a piss poor way to heat himself up from the inside. But it was a nice treat he didn’t indulge often. Maybe once a month if that. He didn’t smoke much anymore. Didn’t drink much either. Not since he ran with the crew. And especially not since he was revealed to be a traitor. They had disbanded pretty quickly after that. 

Jeremy didn’t do a lot of things he used to do. But that doesn’t mean he stopped all of it. Matt and him are still best friends. Still own a home together. Though now it’s a modest one in a quieter neighbourhood outside of the city of Los Santos. They had made many new friends. All from disbanded or low rung crews. Some new names came up that had help getting a foothold. Some old names that helped those new to the game up rather than beat them down. 

The royalty of the city and extended had fallen. There were no more kings of Los Santos. Fake AH was no more and it would never rise again. Safe houses were torched out. Bank accounts emptied and closed or transferred. Alternate identities erased. Paint jobs and costumes and familiar territories scraped, scrubbed, and scarpered. Photos burned along with files and hard-drives. 

Jack and Geoff, and even Ray, an old friend he had briefly worked with, had seen to it that a few of the more identifiable cars had found the bottom of the ocean. They had all been wiped off the map and chose to stay that way. All their pseudonyms- no longer used and put to rest. 

His leather jacket creaked as he shifted. His cell phone was ringing. Pulling it out of his jeans pocket he caught the name and smiled. He answered it and pressed the cold metal to his ear.

“Anthony. I’m where it all started to end.” He took another drag and looked out to where the sun would set in another couple hours. “You close?” He felt the mild lick of the Los Santos sun.

“Yeah, had to do a pick up. And don’t use my first name, sounds weird even now.” A pause and the sound of a turn signal in a car. “How are you guys right now?” The voice on the other end sounded warm and inviting. Among that clear sound was the soft murmurs of a couple new crew mates Jeremy had the pleasure of meeting and befriending.

Jeremy grinned, looking to where Matt and Ray were flying a drone to see what had become of the now cracked tarmac raceway. This was a meeting to assess the damage and see if it could be fixed. “I’m chilled to the bone.” 

A heavy sigh and a few laughs came from the line. “That joke was never funny. We’re turning onto the driveway now. See you shortly.” Chilled hung up with what sounded like a smile. 

Jeremy finished his smoke and stamped it out on the ground. Pushing his way off from the shell of a car. He dared not look at the blackened dashboard. Didn’t want to see his own initials matched with a traitor’s. 

Rimmy Tim might live again but not to the glory of what he was. No. Now he was in a new crew as well as an independent. He had a lovely wife who joined them from time to time. Who loved the carnage as much as he did, and still does. She was running her own job with a couple of the ladies. He had friends who he slept around with safely. Friends who loved him and checked on him regularly. He was slowly fitting back into his skin.

Jeremy smiled to himself and started walking toward his two nerds as they flew the drone. Ray held the tablet and gave little callouts as to what he saw. Matt flew the white personal drone and slowly surveyed the place. 

He broke off the rust from around his heart. He can take care of it with his new friends.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

What to Expect When You're Expecting (A Vigilante) Part 2

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

DC Masterlist | Main Masterlist

End of a Friendship (Part 1) | Jason Avenges Her (Part 3)

What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s older brother and get pregnant after a one night stand with him? What happens when the father is Nightwing and your best friend is Red Hood?

A/N: Requests and taglists are open! See my masterlist for fandoms/characters

A/N 2: There will be one more part after this!

Warnings: smut, angst, unprotected sex, friends-to-lovers, pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant reader, sassy Alfred, mentions of dead parents and orphanages, insecure!reader, insecure!Dick, Jason and reader grew up in Crime Alley so warnings for drugs (neither use), assault, stealing, sickness, etc., low-key pregnancy trope so if you don’t like that, scroll on, size kink (Dick is 6’3”), pubic hair, pet names (bunny), spitting, oral (m and f receiving), bad self-image, self-hate

WC: 5.8k

Minors DNI

Part 2

Alfred Puts His Foot Down

The manor was surprisingly calm as the family ate. Tim was almost falling asleep in his veggies, Damian was pouting after he had been grounded for trying to go out and fight crime with Jon, Jason was practically inhaling his steak eager to leave, and Dick was incredibly jumpy and looked like he hadn’t slept properly in weeks.

Bruce watched his sons closely, eyeing his eldest warily. “Where’s Y/N? She’s missed four dinners already.” He directed his question at Jason but noted Dick perking up at the mention of her name. “She’s been pretty sick for the past week. Roy’s staying with her while I’m here.” He said, shoveling more mashed potatoes onto his plate. “She was passed out on the couch with him when I left.” Only Alfred caught the clenching of Dick’s jaw and the way his eyes darkened briefly before his signature smile returned.

“I didn’t think Y/N and Roy would be interested in each other.” Tim sipped on his sixth energy drink of the day, mindlessly pushing around the vegetables on his dish. “Tt Y/L/N would never stoop that low.” The youngest muttered “What, do you have a crush on her or something.” The slight pink tint of Damian’s cheeks was a dead give-away but before he could be tormented, Bruce spoke once more.

“I’ll visit her tomorrow with some supplies. If she doesn’t get better I’ll drag her to the doctors myself.” Jason scoffed. “Why are you acting like her dad? Besides, there’s no fucking way I would allow her to date Roy, he’s a fucking player. If anyone is going to date her, he will be chosen by me.” “She’s an adult, Master Jason, don’t you think she can choose the person she wishes to spend the rest of her life with?” Alfred placed down a couple more dishes before yanking the energy drink from Tim.

“I lost her once already, I won’t lose my best friend again just because some cheating, no-good asshole broke her heart. It’s why I told Dick to stay away from her and see, it’s worked out well! They’re friends, and they will stay that way.” Dick winces, a reaction Bruce catches briefly, his blue-grey eyes narrow and flick to his adoptive father who, with a slight nod, confirmed his suspicions. “Now back to Damian. Does the demon spawn have a crush on my Y/N?” “You shut your mouth Todd!” Damian launched across the table, steak knife in hand, successfully ending dinner.

Gotham was quiet as the Rolls Royce cruised through the familiar streets. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, a red glow cast over the buildings. Bruce was silent, brooding almost. His son’s behaviour puzzled him. He took pride in his ability to read people, especially his kids. Of course as they got older, they were able to hide things a bit more but Dick had always been an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was caring and considerate but had a temper that frightened even Bruce.

Dick couldn’t deal with the consequences of his actions, he took and took. His relationships burnt fast and bright. Behind his playboy confident exterior, he was an insecure, scared little boy who didn’t know how to deal with complicated emotions, too much like Bruce before he found his boys.

His phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Bruce Wayne… Yes, fine, I’ll be there soon.” He sighed, a scarred hand running through his mostly grey hair. “Alfred, could you bring me to the tower, something has just come up.” “Of course.”

“Please make sure she’s ok for me. Buy her whatever she wants, even if she says no.” He had told Alfred as he got out of the car. “And if you can, bring her over for dinner tonight, only Damian will be there. I know he misses her a lot.” “I promise Master Bruce, I’ll even bring her to a nice lunch.” Bruce’s shoulders sagged slightly and he released a sigh of relief. “You’re the best. Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t see her myself. Oh and if you see Dick, tell him we need to talk.” The old man just nodded and drove off, knowing that he would have to be the one to talk to the boy.

He heard the retching even before he used the spare key to get into the apartment. It sounded almost painful, like she had been going at it for a while. The butler just calmly walked in, setting the canvas bag full of groceries on the kitchen counter before boiling up a cup of ginger tea (he might’ve bought a pregnancy book during a weekly shop in an effort to help). The toilet flushed and Y/N stumbled out of the bathroom, dressed in a batman shirt and a pair of Jason’s shorts that had suspiciously gone missing.

“I’m guessing Bruce bought you that shirt?” She looked down, pulling on the material slightly. “No, I did. I wanted to piss off Jason.” “Just because?” “Yeah pretty much. It’s funny when his face gets that red. He looks like a tomato.” Alfred chuckled and guided her down to the couch, handing her the tea.

“You just sit here while I make you some breakfast. Ah ah ah. Don’t give me that look. You need to eat, even if you do feel horrible. Try at least, for me.” She nodded and sipped on the drink, cringing briefly at the taste. “I haven’t told Jason yet. I don’t know why. I don’t think he would be disappointed in me, maybe he would try to kill Dick.” Y/N chuckled at the thought before her face fell and her eyes became glassy. “Maybe I just don’t want to even think about the pregnancy. Because thinking about it makes it real, and-and I don’t want it to be.”

He sighed, placing a bowl of plain oatmeal with a little bit of brown sugar and a piece of toast, perfectly done, with a fried egg on top, on the coffee table in front of her. “Tell me why.” “Because I don’t want to think about that night. Because I don’t want to have to tell my children that their father never loved me. That he could never love me. And what if I tell him and he feels obligated to be with me? That I force him to be unhappy just for my own stupid, selfish desires.”

“You love him.” “I do. I love him so much it fucking hurts.” “He cares for you too. He would want to know.” With hands wringing anxiously, Y/N paced the length of the living room. “He doesn’t.” “He does.”

Alfred attempted to hold her hand but she pulled away. “Then why would he leave me like that! Why would he tell me how beautiful I was for an entire night and then drop me like I was trash! Why didn’t he say goodbye! Why did he fucking kiss me!”

“I saw him a couple days before I took the test. He was in a club dancing with some woman. She was gorgeous. A hell of a lot more gorgeous than me. And all I could think was ‘why can’t I be her? Why can’t I be the one in his arms?’ And then I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe I wasn’t worth more than one night. That he would be embarrassed to be seen with me. It made me feel worthless.” Alfred grabbed her arms and stopped her, guiding Y/N back to the couch. “You need to calm down. The stress isn’t good for the baby. You don’t want to hurt them.” He wiped away her tears.

She chuckled sadly. “It’s twins.” “W-what?” His mouth dropped open. “I went to the doctor’s yesterday. It’s twins, a boy and a girl.” He took her into his arms, soothing her sobs. “It’s going to be ok. I promise.” But Y/N knew that it was the one thing he couldn’t promise.

The front door to Dick’s apartment swung open and slammed into the wall. “You stupid boy!” Dick had a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. “Hey Alfred, what can I help you with?” “You know what you did!” He cleared his throat, clearly scared by the raging butler who’s usually perfectly tailored suit was dirty and askew. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Do not talk back to me Richard.” He growled, sending a shiver down the boy’s spine. Sometimes he thought his grandfather was scarier than batman. “You will come with me now or so help me god.” “Um ok, can I finish my cereal first?” Alfred just stormed forward and grabbed him by his ear, like he had done when Dick was little and he had done something terribly bad. “What the hell! I’m a grown ass man! You can’t treat me like this anymore!”

“I will treat you like an adult when you start acting like one.” He forced Dick into the car, of course with the child lock on so he couldn’t immediately get out again, and rushed to the other side, quickly driving off, leaving a couple of very confused people standing on the sidewalk. It was an incredibly weird sight, a clearly older man dragging a huge, well-known police officer, by his ear, out of the building and basically kidnapping him.

Bruce would have quite a few speeding tickets land on his desk next week with how fast Alfred drove back to the manor, a yelling vigilante in the back, making his blood pressure increase each minute.

As soon as they were parked out front, Dick leapt out and made a run up the stairs, throwing open the door and storming inside, planning on taking one of his father’s cars back home. “What the hell is wrong with you!” “I only did what I had to.” Dick was about to start yelling again when a soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Dick?” He froze as he saw her. His eyes went wide. How could she have gotten more beautiful? His heart clenched at the sight of her swollen and blood-shot eyes, she had obviously been crying. Was that because of him?

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” “I was um waiting for Alfred, he invited me over so I could be here when Damian got home from school but obviously I’ve been tricked.” She was sitting on one of the overly expensive sofas, wearing a yellow sundress with a knit sweater on top that positively made her s/c skin glow in the faint winter sunlight.

She felt like she couldn’t move as she saw him. If she was being honest, he looked like shit. Huge dark bags under his eyes, his hair wasn’t as neat as it usually was, he was even hunched over, trying to make himself seem smaller.

Another door slammed shut, Y/N craning her neck to see Alfred coming towards them, readjusting his coat so it was presentable again after their tussle. “Now is the time to talk. I will go make up some tea to give you some privacy. Call if you need me.” “Talk about what?” Dick’s head tilted cutely and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if their children would have that same habit.

She nervously played with her fingers as he sat next to her but not daring to touch her, a position oddly reminiscent of how they had gotten into this mess. She took a deep breath, giving herself just a moment to look at him, as if this was the last time she would see him.

“Why did you leave that morning?” He visibly deflated. “I realised what I had done.” “What you had done?” She repeated, a spark of rage igniting in her stomach. “I don’t normally hook up with someone like you.” Anger ripped through her. “Someone like me. Look I’m sorry you decided to fuck a fat girl but it’s not like I was running around screaming that we had sex. So I haven’t ruined your precious reputation.”

“That came out wrong.” “The fuck it didn’t?! You’ve made it very clear that you got what you wanted. Was that all our friendship was worth? A quick fuck? Or were we even friends? Was us hanging out just the long game for you since I didn’t drop my fucking panties when you flirted with me? Or was it a spur of the moment decision because you hadn’t gotten laid in a while?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” He jumped from the couch to match her screaming. “Really? Because you didn’t seem so fucking torn up in that club!” “I went there to forget about you!” “Why! Am I that horrible?!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her voice becoming hoarse from yelling.

“Because I love you bunny!” “No you don’t!” Now Dick was getting angry. “You don’t get to tell me who I fall in love with.”

“You don’t love me because you don’t do that to someone you love! You didn’t want me. Not truly. I was a prize for you, something you couldn’t have but took anyway. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with. I can’t compare to any of them. I’m just me. We both know that night was a mistake. I’m just sad that you left without saying bye, I thought I was worth more than that. I thought our friendship was worth more than that.” Her voice was quiet, weak, like she had given up.

Tears flowed from those gorgeous blues she wished the babies would have. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” He dropped to the floor, taking her smaller hands in his own, kissing them as if he was worshipping at the feet of a god. “You’re right. You are worth so much more than that. And I’m so sorry. That night meant everything to me. You’re the type of woman that deserves someone worshipping her, not some brief fumble in the dark, and I couldn’t give you that.”

“You can’t compare to those women because you’re so much better. You are everything. Kind, intelligent, soft, beautiful. You care, even after everything you’ve fought through, you still have that beautiful smile that makes my world stop. That night was a mistake because I selfishly took you. You deserve someone whole, someone like yourself who doesn’t go out every day and risk death for some fruitless mission. I distract myself with other women because I can’t stop thinking about you. Every waking moment of my day, you are on my mind. You haunt me. I haven’t slept in weeks because whenever I do, I see you. I see you at that fucking club, leaving with Roy. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking I deserved it. That you went home with another man because I didn’t have the fucking balls to tell you how I felt. The moment you walked through that door with Jason, I knew, I fucking knew you were it for me. Bunny, you are my everything.”

Dick took the chance and wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his head right on her growing womb, not knowing about the little gifts that were right below his ear. “I didn’t come to your apartment on those mornings because I wanted free food. I came over just to have a taste of the life I wanted. Where I could pretend that I had woken up beside you, and you were making me breakfast after a night of love-making, and then you would send me off to work with a kiss on the cheek just so I could come home to you later and do it all again. Because you never deserved just one night. You deserve all of them. A life where you can be loved every second of every day. When I woke up that morning and I saw you laying there, I hated myself. I hated myself so much because I had been selfish. I couldn’t give you that so I ran, like the coward I am. And then I hated myself for leaving, for betraying you like that. I was wrong, so wrong but I couldn’t go back, I couldn’t face you again because I’m so weak.”

“You stupid stupid man!” She wept, hands buried in his hair, holding him as close to her as possible as his own tears soaked her jumper. “You do deserve love. You do. I wish you could see all the good you do, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. If I could give you the world, I would. You are an incredible man Richard Grayson. I just wish you weren’t so fucking dumb.” He poked her belly, making her yip. “Hey! Careful with the merchandise!” He muttered a soft ‘sorry’ and kissed the spot he poked.

“You deserve happiness too. You deserve the home-cooked meals and domesticity and that love. I want that with you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted it with. You’re just this huge ball of sunshine that I’m not scared to be myself around. I loved those mornings too because I got to see who you really were underneath all the bravado and charm. You’re just a scared baby bird that wants to make the world a better place for the people he loves. And,” She took another deep breath, “And you’re the man I love with my whole heart.”

All of a sudden, that beautiful smile was back, if not still a little sad. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She raised his head as she spoke those words, making sure he knew how much she meant it. “I love you.” Dick leaned forward and kissed her deeply, so different to the last time. This time they both knew how much love they had for each other. It was so much more perfect than they could’ve ever imagined. He whispered a quiet ‘I love you’ against her lips as they broke apart.

“God we’re such idiots.” He buried his face into her neck, kissing her soft skin. “Yeah we are.” They sat there for a long while, just holding each other, finally at peace. “Oh and by the way, I didn’t sleep with Roy. He just made sure I got home safe.” Dick sighed, relieved. “Thank god. Thinking about you and him was killing me.” “At least you know how I felt when you paraded around with all those women.” He gave a peck to her forehead. “I know and I’m so sorry.” She nodded, accepting his apology.

“I told you he would care.” Alfred had a smug look on his face as he looked over the pair, subtly wiping away his own tears. “Sorry Al, I guess we should listen to you a bit more.” Y/N chuckled. “Yes you should. Now come on, you didn’t finish your breakfast and we need to get some food in you for those babies.”

“Babies?” “You forgot to tell him.” Alfred said flatly. “Ah fuck, I guess I did.” Dick shook his head, still confused. “Catch me up please.” God why was he so cute!

“I’m pregnant Dick.”

His heart stopped. “A-and it’s mine? How? I thought you were on the pill.” “I am, I mean I was. It doesn’t always work and I guess I got unlucky. You’re the only person I’ve been with in the past year so they have to be yours.” “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You’re gonna be a dad.” She confirmed, guiding one of his large hands to her stomach even though he wouldn’t be able to feel the babies for a while. “Did-did you hear that? I’m gonna be a dad!” He threw himself at his grandfather for a tight hug and then vaulted back over the couch so he could kiss Y/N, laughing tearfully. “I can’t believe it.”

She scoffed. “You’re not the one throwing up every morning cause they don’t like food.” “How long have you known?” “I found out about a month ago. I-I know I didn’t tell you but-” “I have so much time to make up for.” “What?” She expected him to get angry, but he just seemed disappointed in himself. “I haven’t been with you to the doctors or-or helped you when you got sick! Oh my god, we need to live in the same place to set up the nursery and pre-school applications!”

“Dick, we have time. It’s ok.” She cupped his scruffy cheek, thumb rubbing his flawless skin. His eyes suddenly shined brightly, a tell-tale sign of something stupid about to come out of his mouth.

“Marry me.” “What?” “Marry me, right now. We’ll go down to the courthouse. Just us. Please. I know it’s too quick but I can’t stand another minute of you not being mine and me not being yours.” Y/N gave a cry of joy. “Yes. Yes!” He picked her up and spun her around in happiness before kissing her again. “We’ll move your things into my place, it’ll be just enough room for you, me and the baby and I won’t miss anything ever again.” She giggled. “Babies. Two. We’re having twins.” “Twins!” Tears flowed as they held each other, then, “Oh god, we’ll need to get a bigger place.”

They hadn’t even noticed that Alfred left the room until he returned with a small velvet box, carefully handing it over to the boy. Dick opened it and Y/N gasped. “Master Bruce made them up years ago when he wished to marry Selina but he never used them. When they separated, I saved it, hoping that one day, one of the boys would need it. And I guess I was right.” It held a small engagement ring and a pair of wedding bands. They were beautifully crafted, the diamond on the ring was actually an opal with streams of dark blue running through it like a river, the veins shifting in the sunlight. The larger of the wedding bands was a deep navy, the same colour as the darkest shading in the stone while the smaller one was a slightly dulled silver that matched perfectly with the opal.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” Dick hugged his grandfather tightly then took the opal from the velvet casing, getting down on one knee, ignoring Y/N’s giggles as he attempted to situate himself on the hard ground. He gave her a playful glare before clearing his throat.

“Y/N, bunny, would you do me the greatest honour and become my wife?” “You fucking dork.” She rolled her eyes. “So is that a yes?” “Yes you ass!” He slipped it onto her ring finger, their lips locking together once more. “Hey Alfred, why does this fit perfectly?” The butler looked a little bashful but still had that self-satisfied smirk on his face. “I got them resized when we learned you were pregnant. I knew you’d need them.” Dick gave out a huge laugh and hugged the old man once more.

“How did Alfred learn you were pregnant before me?” His dark brows scrunched. “I know everything.” He answered slyly, slipping away to collect the car. Dick turned his gaze back to his fiancée, god he loved that word. “He bought the tests for me.” She shrugged and then yelped when he scooped her up and littered her face with kisses.

It was quite a sight to behold when Dick burst into the Gotham police station, hand in hand with his much smaller fiancee. “Gordon! I need you!” The man ran from his office, fully expecting the eldest Wayne boy to be bleeding out all over his bull-pen but instead, there he was, huge grin on his face as he dragged a woman behind him. “There you are! Take your lunch break now, we need you for something.” “My office, Grayson. Now.”

The girl’s laughter rang through the room like the ringing of bells as Dick pulled her along, smiles spread wide across both their faces. “Now what did you need so badly that you insist I take my lunch break at 11 in the morning?” Dick was practically vibrating with excitement, refusing to let go of the girl’s hand. “I’m getting married!” “What?!” Gordon spat out his coffee as soon as he took a sip of the now cold brew.

“You, the most notorious bachelor I know besides your father, are getting married?” “Yep!” Dick swung their intertwined hands around. “And we want you to marry us. Right now.” The detective glanced over at the young woman. “Is this a kidnapping situation? Is he paying you? Are you paying him?” “No I promise, this is real. I mean as real as you can when he got me pregnant.”

“Hey! It’s also because I love you.” “Right, and he loves me.” “And…” “I love him too.” Gordon sat there with his mouth hanging open like a fish, completely bewildered by the situation he was just put in.

“I feel like I’m having a stroke. Does Bruce know?” The red that spread up the boy’s neck and face told him no. “Do you at least have rings?” That perked him up. “Yep! So please, marry us. Please Jim.” He sighed. “Alright, fine. Do you have a witness and papers?” “Yeah, here.” The woman handed over the marriage certificate and he chose not to question where they got it from. “And the witness?” “Right! I’ll be back.” With one last kiss, Dick scurried from the office.

Gordon pulled off his glasses to rub his temple, questioning why he ever indulged the Waynes. “Sorry about him, he’s a bit excited.” She sat in the chair across from him, accepting the glass of water he pushed towards her. “No no, you would think I’m quite used to this by now considering how long I’ve known him for. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She chuckled and shook his hand. “We’ve actually met before but I was a lot younger then, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” “Oh my god! I helped put you into your foster home! I never thought I’d see you again.” “I would say that’s a good thing.” She smiled kindly.

“I’m glad you’ve ended up in a better spot, presuming you did.” “I did, thanks to you.” “Did you really let that idiot knock you up?” “Unfortunately.” They both laughed.

Just then, the door was thrown open again and Dick ran back in, with Alfred right behind him. “Ok! Let’s get married!” He hauled his fiancee to her feet, wrapping a muscular arm around her thick waist, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. Gordon sighed and stood, rounding to the front of his worn desk, giving both of the younger people a hard look before his eyes flicked to the old butler, who gave him a nod and a small grin.

“Ok. Let’s get started. I’m assuming you want the quick version.” “Yes please.” They both answered. “Fine. Richard John Grayson do you take this woman to have and to hold, through better or worse, till death do you part?” Dick couldn’t tear his blue eyes from Y/N as he spoke. “I do.” “And do you Y/n Y/M/N Y/L/N take this man to have and to hold through better or worse till death do you part?” Her hand tightened around his larger one. “I do.” “And the rings?”

Dick pulled them from his jeans pocket, having not changed since Alfred dragged him out of the house that morning. He gave the larger one to Y/N before he slipped the silver band on her finger, just above the opal and she did the same for him. “By the power vested in me by the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you married. Kiss. And then get out of my office.”

Their first kiss was full of passion and lust, just a formality before falling into bed together. Their second was full of sadness, and anger, and regret. But this one, the one that sealed them together as one, the one that confirmed their undying love for each other and their children, was pure love. Their own vows communicated silently through their touch. The vows to love each other no matter what, to protect each other from anything and everything, to support and adore. And as they broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that everything that had happened to them had led them to this moment where they were free to love and be loved as openly and as deeply as they possibly could.

With one last peck to her slightly swollen lips, Dick embraced his new wife, laying his forehead onto her own so he could quietly whisper. “I love you.” The snap of a camera shutter broke them from their little bubble of love.

Alfred had his phone up in front of his face, fat tears running down his cheeks. “The first photo of the newlyweds.” He sobbed, turning the device around so they could see the photo.

Dick was bent over, white shirt stretched over his muscular chest, one large hand on the non-existent swell of Y/N’s stomach, dark ring standing out against both his own pale skin and the light colour of her dress, her knit sweater having been lifted slightly to expose her lower abdomen. Y/N had her hand beneath his and the other tangled in his hair, keeping him close. They were gazing into each other’s eyes, the love and tension palpable even in a photo.

“Can you print that for us?” She asked, getting choked up. “Of course.” “Alright now get out. Some of us have actual work do to.” None of them acknowledged Gordon’s own tears. With a little kiss to his cheek from the bride and a handshake from the groom, they ran back out, thoroughly confusing the congregation of cops that had gathered outside the door.

“Get back to work!” Gordon shouted, discussing his emotions behind his glasses and another cup of coffee.

Giggles quickly turned to moans as Dick pinned Y/N to the wall of the hotel elevator, marking her neck up with huge love bites. Her arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his back, hips bucking forward in an attempt to ease the fire between her legs. He rolled his pelvis against her, throbbing cock grinding against her thigh behind his restrictive jeans.

Alfred had handed them Bruce’s credit card as he pulled up to the nicest hotel in Gotham, only giving a soft smile as they clambered from the luxury car, bouncing into the lobby to book the honeymoon suite. He always knew this would work out perfectly, now he only needed to prevent Jason from finding out until his grandson and new granddaughter were clothed.

Y/N’s hands shook as she attempted to put the key into the lock to the room as Dick continued to tease her, calloused hands cupping her breasts below the jumper, flicking her sensitive nipples. “I swear these beauties have gotten bigger.” “That’s what happens when you get pregnant, Grayson.” She rolled her eyes. “Well I still love them Mrs. Grayson.” “Fuck, keep calling me that.”

“I love you so much Mrs. Grayson. Now get that fucking door open so I can make love to my wife.” As soon as she unlocked the ornate door, Dick scooped her up into his arms to stride across the room and lay her gently on the bed.

She pulled the sweater from her body as she shuffled up to the headboard, propping herself against the huge white pillows and watched her husband crawl up, laying between her legs, eyes black with lust, to kiss her gently. His tongue prodded the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance which she happily gave.

His fingers trailed up the length of her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soon, the need for air broke them apart. Dick hauled Y/N onto her knees so he could carefully take the sundress off of her perfect body. As he pulled it up, he followed the hem with light kisses to her overheated skin, pausing only at the base of her stomach with a whispered, ‘I love you so much my babies’, then continued until he reached her lips once more.

Hands falling to her hips, Dick played with the band of her panties, fingers slowly sliding beneath it and around so he could grip her generous ass. Giving the cheeks a squeeze that made Y/N mewl into his mouth. “Take your clothes off please.” Her voice was breathy, e/c eyes half lidded. “Take it off for me.” He said, going back to nipping at her neck. With only a slight bit of difficulty, she managed to get him naked as well.

Dick’s black hair fanned out over the pillows and his wife settled on top of him, hands on his chest, grinding down onto him. “Need you inside me please.” She was desperate, pussy clenching wildly for the man below her. “Go on bunny, take what you need.” Shifting her weight to her knees, Y/N carefully dragged the ruined panties off, stumbling slightly in her hurry.

Delicate fingers wrapped around his thick cock, giving a couple jerks before guiding him back to her slit. Pregnancy hormones definitely made her wetter than usual as he slipped in with no prep, the stretch of his cock making Y/N sigh with satisfaction. “Missed your cock.” She murmured, hips rolling to try to get him as deep as possible. “Missed you more though.”

Sitting up, Dick wrapped his arms around her, loving the way her soft flesh moved under his fingertips as she took her pleasure from him, thick thighs clamped tightly around his own muscular ones, hands threaded through his hair. This had to be heaven.

He guided her forwards and back, a slow rocking that was driving both of them insane. “My good bunny. I love you so much. You’re so fucking perfect. Doing so well for me.” He praised, biting along her collarbone, driving her higher and higher. With each roll down of her hips, Y/N tightened around him, strangling his cock.

Her pace slowed, her husband taking that as his cue to flip the both of them over so he could take over. “Feels so gooood Dick.” She moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “Gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, my perfect wife. My one true love.” “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She chanted, falling over the edge. Dick soon followed, spilling into her, thrusting softly as their peaks diminished, the pleasure fading.

With one more kiss, Dick slipped away, returning with a warm washcloth to clean Y/N up before collapsing onto the bed, head laying on her tits, hand on her stomach, legs intertwined.

“I’m going to do everything possible to make it up to you. I love you and our children with all my heart.” “We love you more.” “Impossible.”

As the afternoon light made Gotham shine, the lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally happy.

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Ya like glitter glue?! PT 2

(Yandere Sun/Moon x reader)

PT 1, PT 3

AO3 version

I decided to write this instead of getting a full night's rest for work. Enjoy!

Word count: 2300

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“Oh goodie, you’re here, you’re here!” Sun hops in the spot to show his excitement.

You smile and wave at the animatronic. At first you were a little anxious at his energy level when you first met, by as the day continued yesterday, you managed to become less put off from it. He reminds you a lot of the very children that come to the day-care, but larger and made of metal.

“Hello! Ready for the day? I noticed we had a birthday boy listed today when I checked our schedule,” you inform him, making your way over to the desk.

Somehow Sun managed to become even more excited as he throws his hands in the air.

“A birthday boy? Does that mean cake? Does it say what kind of cake or is it a surprise? Oh, is the flavour a surprise? I got it, the surprise a flavour!”

You give a small huff in amusement at how the longer the bot speaks, the less sense he makes.

“The cake is being served out of the day-care, so unfortunately no cake for either of us, Sunny,” you say in mock sadness.

The day-care attendant all of a sudden stops his little dance and stands still, his joyful facing looking directly at you.

“What? No! You at least deserve some cake!” Though his voice still had its usually gleeful tone to it, the way he says that sentence comes out nearly harsh in a way. This behaviour seems off to you and before you can speak, he continues his little dance and quickly adds, “Afterall, you do so much to make the children here as happy as possible!”

“Sun, what was-“

“Lookie, y/n! Our little buddies are here,” he exclaims as he sees some children and parents descending the stairs towards the day-care area.

You frown at how he cuts you off like that, but you make a mental note to report that to your supervisor later about what just happened.

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The day goes smoothly. Sun does a little dance as he sings happy birthday the child, even going as far as to ask you to join in on the sing, saying please about a thousand times which can make anyone give in because of the fact he doesn’t need to breath in between words. But besides all of that, the day runs its normal course of him entertaining children and you stopping children from pouring glitter glue in his gears. Again.

Once the afternoon staff member shows up, whose name you learnt was Tim, you took that as your opportunity to go to your lunch break.

“I think the smell of pizza is burnt into my nostrils,” James groans, dropping onto the closest seat in the staff room. You haven’t known James long, but he’s been one of your fellow employees you became fast friends with.

“Don’t you work in the pizzeria?” Another staff member on break asks.

“No, I work in the arcade. Everywhere in this play serves pizza!” He states.

“Even the exercise place,” you add.

“Even Mazercise!” He practically yells, dramatically lifting his arms in the air. “Anyways, I’m going to eat this leftover burrito in hopes I get the smell of pepperoni out from my nose”

With that, you return back to your own food as well. Once you have spent about 10 minutes in the staff room, you ended up receiving an unknown phone call. Fighting against the urge to ignore it and just enjoy your lunch, you decide to answer the call and end up hearing Tim on the other end.

“Y/n, thank God you answered. We just had an emergency with Moon, who started glitching out and crushed a kid’s arm! You need to come back here and help me out! The lights are back on, but Sun is basically freaking out at what he did and ran off! Security and I are handling the parents right now, but we need someone to look for the animatronic!” In the background, you can hear the angry parents shouting.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible and try to track down where Sun went,” you tell him. Once you hang up the phone, you quickly go to pack your items in your locker and walk as fast as possible back to the day-care.

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“There you are!” Tim exclaims in a breath of relief.

“Where did he go?” You ask.

Tim points to the stage above the day-care, where Sun goes once the day is over.

“He’s up there. I got one of the security guards to check in there, but I think he blocked the door somehow. Maybe he’ll be more willing to let someone in there if it was someone he’s actually met. I’d go, but…” Tim finishes his sentence by pointing at the two very pissed off looking parents standing outside of the play area.

“No, do you what you got to do. I’ll go up there and look for him,” you reassure Tim by giving him a small pat on the shoulder and go to leave, quickly walking past the wrathful gaze of the parents of Moon’s victim. After the incident happened, everyone else in the area of the day-care was escorted out, giving you easy access to the upper area of the theatre.

Once you got to Sun’s door, hidden behind a Foxy the pirate poster, you give it a few knocks. Unfortunately, there is no response, so you decided to call out to the animatronic instead.

“Sun, are you in there? Can you let me in? If you need a friend right now, I’d be happy to give you company right now.”

You don’t get a verbal answer, but you hear an object being moved from behind the door and the door creaking slightly open. You slowly enter and are met with a long metal hallway leading to a room full of other broken animatronics, drawings and even a playhouse. Once you get to the end of the hallway into the room, you still see that Sun is nowhere in sight.

“Sun, are you still in here?” You call out to him.

“In here!” He replies, the voice coming from a tunnel in the wall. You look in and see a hidden room on the other side. You second guess yourself for a second but decide to crawl through and into Sun’s secret room. Once inside, you see the child like drawings of all the other animatronics on the walls and Sun standing in his usual posture, appearing to be playing an arcade game.

“So…” You begin, unsure how to bring up the fact his counterpart broke a child’s arm. Swallowing your nerves, you continue on. “Want to talk about what happened before, Sun?”

He spins around and sits cross legged in front of you.

“About what? The birthday party from before? My favourite part was the songs! Wait, no! It was the game of TWISTER!”

“No, Sun, not that.” You were unsure if he was in denial or just didn’t remember, but then you recalled that Tim did in fact tell you that Sun knew what happened to that child.

“Then what?” He says, turning his head like a confused dog.

“Sun,” you begin. “Moon broke a kid’s arm.”

“Moon wouldn’t do that,” he quickly responds.

You blink at how quick he is to defend his lunar counterpart, but then give him a frown.

“Sun, the kid had to leave in an ambulance. There was a lot of witnesses to what he di-“

“Moon didn’t BREAK anyone’s ARM,” he snaps, hitting the ground with his metal fists. His voice sounding similar to how Moon talks. The outburst causing you to jump back a bit. He quickly unclenches his fists at your reaction and starts fidgeting. “I’m sorry about that, didn’t recharge well the other night! Or maybe it’s all the sugar from the Fizzy Fazz getting to me! I did also eat a few hands full of moondrops and sunnydrops at the same time!” He tries to explain.

You continue to stand there, unsure how to reply to him in case he snaps again. But as he stares at you, you realise that he’s waiting for you to speak up again. Probably hoping you’ll accept that as an answer, you think. Conflicted on whether to lie or tell the truth, you decide to go with Plane C and just convince him to go back to the day-care so that more qualified staff can help instead.

“You might be right. What about we go and take you back to the day-care centre so that we can have maintenance give you a quick look and see what’s up with you. Okay?”

He cocks his head again like before for a moment and continues to look at you.

“Okay, if you say so.”

“That’s great, now let’s get out of here,” you say, waving him to follow you as you crawl out of the tunnel.

Before you can turn left back into the hallway, Sun grabs you by the back of your collar. You feel your heart practically leap out of your chest and into your throat, fearing that he saw through you.

“Why don’t we take the quicker route by jumping into the ball pit? It’s WAY more exciting, plus entertaining for the others to watch!” He says, practically giddy at the idea.

“Wait, no, I don’t want to-“

“Don’t be a spoilsport and let’s GO!” At that, he lifts you up and jumps over the rail that separates the room from the stage. As he walks through, you see a bird’s eye view of the whole day-care centre and the long drop into the ball pit. Sun is laughing hard in his excitement and practically throws you down below into the ocean of colourful orbs.

Though the land wasn’t designed for a human, you still came out okay as the kid proof floor beneath the balls was soft enough to not cause damage but not soft enough to stop you from getting winded from the impact. Crawling out of the ball pit, you hear Sun jumping into the ball pit right behind you. You’re still on your hands and knees, still trying to calm yourself from what happened when Sun picks you back up and helps you stand on your feet.

“Was that fun for you too, Y/n? I want to go again!” He laughs.

“Never do that to me again,” you whisper.

“It’s only scary the first few times! If we do it several more times, you won’t be afraid anymore! Trust me!”

Instead of continuing that horrifying conversation, you decide to walk back over to the desk that Tim was typing away at.

“Oh, you’re back! And with Sun!” He says, looking happy about there being some good news today.

You quickly stroll right next to him and pull Tim close enough to whisper to him.

“Send a maintenance report for Sun immediately, just don’t let him know what you’re doing.”

“Whatcha gossiping about, huh? Is it a surprise for me? I love, love, LOVE surprises!” Sun asks, standing about a foot away from the front of the desk.

“We’re just discussing what to do for tomorrow,” you quickly tell him.

“Oooh! Can I help brainstorm? I was thinking we should have a larger ball pit, maybe even a little boat on it!” He claps his hands in delight.

You give a small smile, faking your own excitement at his suggestion. “That is a wonderful idea, Sun! We’ll let management know about that idea. But before that, seeing that it’s nearly closing time, you have to clean up all the scattered toys and blocked from the day for tomorrow, Sun.”

“That’s a great idea! I’m on it, captain!” He gives a mock salute and skips over to the other side of the day-care.

Once he was far away enough and looked busy, you turn back to Tim, who was a bit confused with the situation.

“Sun has either a few of his screws loose or someone designed him to be insane on purpose,” you begin.

“What do you mean by that?” Tim asks.

“Whatever happened to Moon is also happening to Sun,” you explain. “When I went to ask him about what happened, he actually got angry and refused to believe what Moon did. And then he brushed it off! Hell, Sun was the first one to act odd this morning!”

“I’ll sort get it sorted out. You’re shift is over now, so head back home and get some sleep,” Tim says.

“Fine,” you groan out.

“We’ll take him out of commission for tomorrow, so you can have the day off, does that sound good enough?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, it does sound like a nice deal.”

“Good, now see you in a few days, okay?” Tim says, turning to work on the computer.

“Okay then, see you!” You reply, leaving the day-care and not even bothering to say your goodbyes to the animatronic.

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Instead of going home straight away, you decide to hang out at a friend’s house and watch some movies with them, right before driving back home. Once you reach your front door, it’s about 11pm at night. You go through your pockets looking for your house keys. Unable to find them, you decide to dump the contents of your bag onto the ground in hopes of them being in there.

But then it finally clicks. Sun pickpocket you. It was way too late to go back to your friend’s house now, plus you didn’t want to be a bother, so you decided to go with the only other option. You’re going to go back to the day-care in the middle of the night to get your keys back from a malfunctioning robot.