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"Hoard (Sick Sick Sick)" (2016) ~ Walsall ⌘ A window overwhelmed by a chaotic collection of books and papers.

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Habits.
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Dick is a low key hoarder. He sees something shiny, he picks it up. It’s his inner bird nature. It’s really unexpected of him though. No one would see his struggles because he hid it so well. You go to his room? Spotless. His place in Bludhaven? Clean.
Where does he hoard it all?
One of Jason’s safe houses that Jason had forgotten about.
So when Jason was doing some ‘shady crime lord business’ and needed a place to hang low he suddenly thought of a place in the area that he was pretty sure he stopped paying the bills on. Either way he headed there.
Pleasantly, the code worked and he got in… half a foot past the door.
Junk, as far as the eye can see which wasn’t far. And it wasn’t just random things like bike parts or newspapers, no, it was their stuff. Dicks, Tim’s, Damian’s, Bruce’s, even his! Someone had been taking their things and had the gull to put it in his safe house!
Who in their right mind would do that? They obviously weren’t!
Grumbling, Jason began climbing over knee high mounds of objects. As he got into the living room he saw an organized pile forming a circle around a chair. It seemed to be pictures. Hundreds of them. And they were Tim’s old pictures he had just thrown out!
Was it their trash man?! Was the bastard stealing their trash? Was he selling it? Oh, was Jason going to give him the what for-
A foot met his gut sending him sideways into a stash of Damian ‘s old animal plushies. Jason groaned as he rose. The power of the kick, how it was done and where it landed added with the size of the small foot; he knew who it was right away.
“Dick!” He yelled.
“I am not a dick!”
Jason snapped around growling; saw his older brother in grey sweats with the band rolled half a dozen times and one of HIS old torn shirts. It even had a washed blood stain that wouldn’t come out.
“Dick!” He boomed.
Dick froze as he realized the intruder was not a thief but in fact his brother finally returning to his own place. His worse fear coming to fruition.
“Ahhh… no?”
“What,” Jason stumbled to his feet in angry frustration.
He signaled the pictures, stuffed animals, piles of clothes… his eyes landed on warped metal and snapped his head back to Dick.
“Is that my old bike?”
Dick glanced away, “no.”
“How’d you even get it up here?”
“I’m a Robin, Jason, if I couldn’t at least do that?Seriously?”
Well, true, but that wasn’t the point.
“What is all this junk? More importantly, why in my place?”
Dick twiddled his thumbs.
“I like to collect.”
“I can see that!” Jason agreed.
“Stop yelling at me!”
Jason rubbed his face in stress.
“Why my place?”
“Because no one would know.”
No one would know. Well. Jason knew now. He knew very much so because he’d just been kicked into a pile of musty stuffed animals that’d been deep into a trash can.
“Dick.”
Dick squeaked as he sensed it coming.
“No.”
“Dick.”
“You can’t!”
Jason folded his arms as Dick was desperately pleading.
“Anything but that! They won’t understand.”
“You have to get rid of everything. Now.”
Dick fell to his knees sobbing. Began to sweep up the pictures in a big hug which sort of made Jason feel a little guilty. Maybe they could keep this between them-
“No!” He wailed, “they won’t understand! They won’t get why I am throwing them away! The toys Jason! The poor toys!”
And he’s lost it. Probably seen Toy Story one too many times. Dick held a picture up of his brothers.
“My brothers. They won’t understand why I’m throwing them away. I really liked these ones a lot, so much cuter.”
Jason grit his teeth then. Yeah. He’s definitely throwing everything away.
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“Wow,” Damian acknowledged as he watched Dick cling to Bruce, fighting him over tossing a trash bag into a bin, Tim trying to yank him back at his waist, “wouldn’t have guessed.”
Jason gave a nod. They watched Alfred come up and spray Dick with Lysol sending him running.
“You should probably go check all of your safe houses,” Jason muttered.
“On it,” Damian agreed walking away.
Hey there! I saw in one of another post of yours that you dealt with hoarding, any tips for de-hoarding the house?
Oh boy, do I have a lot. Here's what has helped me, a hoarder who lived several years at Level 4 (squalor, utilities shut off frequently):
Always be kind to yourself. Hoarding is a disorder and for me it was triggered by accumulated trauma. It will take a while to dig out, and you will likely have to wrestle with hoarding urges all your life.

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may I request vi x reader who has a bunch of stuffed animals pls?
girlfriend!vi x hoarder!reader sfw
cw : slight mention of reader's shitty parents, reader hoards.
girlfriend!vi who was invited to your house, making you very nervous.
girlfriend!vi who upon entering your apartment immediately felt a comforting vibe.
girlfriend!vi who noticed your walls filled with photos of you and your friends and family, even people who you didn't talk to anymore. some pinned, some framed.
"damn babe, you sure your walls got space for us?"
"I already put us up."
girlfriend!vi who noticed the booth pictures you both took on your first day pinned to the wall, next to the pictures of your family and your family dog.
girlfriend!vi who noticed a shelf of used journals next to the couch and went to check it out while you went to bring water from the kitchen.
girlfriend!vi who cracked a smile when she realised each journal was completely dedicated to each person in your life, and she happened to open the one that was dedicated to her.
girlfriend!vi who opened a page with a dried flower taped in it, written on the side was, "vi picked this flower from my hair today, I think I love her."
girlfriend!vi who was dragged away by you so that you can hang out in your bedroom and definitely not because you didn't want her to read more cringe stuff you wrote about her.
girlfriend!vi who couldn't help but gawk at the amount of stuffed toys you owned, all spread around your room. some on the table, some on the shelves, some on the sitting on the floor, some sitting on your bed.
"...are you judging me ?"
"no babe I'm just curious."
girlfriend!vi who sat down on your bed while you explained what each stuffed toy meant to you.
like the blue rabbit was given by your father when you were 6 and it was the first stuffed toy you ever got, the giraffe one was given to you as an apology by your mother after she hit you for the first time, another one being the purple dog your high school friends got you by pooling up money when your dog passed away, there was one huge penguin doll you got as an apology from your parents after you screamed at them for fighting all the time, there was this narwhal one you were gifted by your mother on your birthday as an apology for missing your graduation, and there was one small pink bear stuffed toy you from those vending machines and it was the first time you ever got anything from those perpetually jammed machines.
girlfriend!vi who realised each and everything in your apartment held value which others may think is unreasonable to keep, but the emotions and memories attached to them is something you and only you knew.
girlfriend!vi who also opened up to you about her little stuffed bunny toy she passed onto her sister, the one she held on tight to when she was informed about her parents' demise.
girlfriend!vi who drew circles in your thighs as she spoke how she understood why it was difficult for you to part ways with the things you owned.
girlfriend!vi who immediately wrapped her arms around you as you broke down, telling her about how scared you were that she was gonna think that you were some creep or judge you for being a dumb girl with attachment issues-
girlfriend!vi who cut you off with a kiss and wiped away your tears.
"I'll never judge you babe, I love you."
note : oop did I project too hard (˘・_・˘)