Jason’s love language is acts of service.
He struggles with initiating physical touch sometimes and he’s not the best at giving gifts or saying the right words.
But what he is good at is showing his love through his actions.
As long as Jason is around, you will never, EVER, have to worry about the dishes being dirty. You’ll never tie your own shoe laces and you will never have to carry your own bag.
He’ll make sure that your makeup is off and that your skin care is done on nights when you’re too tired. He’ll brush your hair and tie it for you too.
He’ll peel your oranges and make sure you’ll have at least one home cooked meal every day. He’ll iron your clothes and bring you a hot cup of tea.
With Jason by your side, you’ll never have to worry about doing your tedious tasks alone.
Jason can’t say I love you, but he doesn’t need to, his actions prove it enough.
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katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's just—your fucking—hips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
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i had this idea where Tim has cuteness aggression and is just so bad at conveying it (well not like batman level but you get the point) that sometimes people mistake his cuteness aggression face as a 'im gonna punt you six feet under' face and tim is confused when his brothers or his friends get scared when he just wants to squish em cause they're sososo cute.
his family (except for dick and cass) doesn't know about this so they just think that 'oh god-- oh myfucking gofd-- tim is glaring at me again what the fuck-- what did i do???' and is just scared of what they did to cause tim, THE CALM ONE, to glare at them.
but tim is just:
tim, [on the inside]: awWWWW lOOK AT MY BABY BROTHERS!!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!! I WANNA PAT THEM ON THE HEAD!!! I WANNA SPOIL THEM I WANNA BITE THEIR CHEEKS LOOK AT THEM AWWWEEE I WANNA SQUISH THEM SO HARDD!! NO-- NO THEY WON'T LIKE THAT I HAVE TO STAY CALM!! ENDURE THE URGE TO PINCH THEM!! 🥺🥺
tim, [on the outside]: *glares at them like they just burned his entire supply of coffee and caffeinated drinks and disgust*
duke: did... did i do something--
tim: *clenches his fist*
damian: don't be such a coward, drake, using physical cues to convey your emotions are unbecomi--
tim: *walks out of the room*
duke & damian: ...
duke: oh fuck... did we make his mood even worse?
damian: surely drake hasn't been... affected by that *his body clearly shaking*
dick: don't worry timmy isn't angry at you guys :)
jason: i can hear him screaming what do you mean he isn't angry
dick: he's just... letting out some pent-up frustration..
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I love the trope where if you look at chilchuck too close he actually looks like a middle aged man. Like, when you really zoom in he's got some facial stubble that's already going grey and crows feet by his eyes and if you push his hair back, he's got grey at his upper temples.
And that he has like hair on his arms or whatever, in a way actual young halflings don't. Its such a cool trope, its much better than "oh he just looks young" its like "He looks his age, you're just not looking at him with the eyes to See."
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