#unsentpromises

Thanks to a bad decision on my part to never update my tumblr linked e-mail account I can’t get back into my old blog, unsentpromises. So rather than get too bent out of shape about it I’m revamping. I’m back y’all! (Y’all being the four people that I ever actually talked to on this site, but hey y’all.)

oh, god, this so much–what a lovely, lovely image. i absolutely agree that tony would fall in love with every single one of them and would just be so proud and caring and giving.

tony is so, so impressed by tim’s mind and loves the fact they share a passion for coding and computers. tim even has free reign of tony’s workshop, and they spend a lot of time just sharing the space, working on their own projects. of course, barbara’s hacking skills put both of them to shame and tony is even more impressed when she gains access to his system and rewrites his codes to improve them. he brags about this to everyone, how brilliant these kids are.

i imagine that when he was young, dick relied mostly on tony (and clark) for advice about matters of the heart. tony is, without a doubt, the most vocal cheerleader for dick/babs. seeing them happy makes him happy, his heart swells in his chest, and he’s so proud that they’ve found and held on to one another throughout all the turmoil that life has thrown at them. 

tony is so patient and loving and gentle with cass. he fills the silences and is so animated and expressive–a total contrast to the way she was raised, so it’s hard for her to know what to make of him at first. but tony is patient and he gives her the room she needs to figure out what she wants to say. he always makes sure to ask for her opinion and input, even when it’s something small like ordering take-out. he never pushes or rushes her but he’s always willing to offer affection when she needs it.

poor kon feels so burdened by his genetics at times, and it’s a struggle tony understands rather well. tony is terrified of any similarity he shares with his father and fears becoming that kind of man. similarly, kon hates the fact he shares genes with lex luthor and often doubts himself because of it. (there’s even a heartbreaking comic where kon makes a list for “what would superman do” and “what would lex luthor do” and slots each of his own actions to determine which one of them he’s more similar to.) i imagine that kon and tony have long conversations about this, where tony just listens to all of kon’s fears and doubts and reassures him he can choose his own destiny, regardless of his DNA. i also think that tony would be the first person kon approaches to confess his feelings for tim. 

imagine bitty’s moving back into the haus, unpacking his baking supplies while talking to jack on the phone, and lardo, chowder, ransom and holster just think he’s talking to his mom until bitty says “i’ll talk to you later, sweetheart... haha i love you, too.” 

and everyone else in the haus stops whatever they’re doing and stares at bitty 

“bits...” 

“BITTY” 

“WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO?!” 

“um... my mother?” 

“you call your mother ‘sweetheart’?” 

“um...” 

“wait. you know what this means?” 

“what--” 

“BITTY’S GOT A SECRET BOYFRIEND!” 

"wait no i--” 

“HE’S BLUSHING!  HE’S TOTALLY GOT A SECRET BOYFRIEND” 

“WE MUST ALERT THE MASSES!” 

so ransom and holster immediately spam the SMH group text with “BITTY HAS A BF AND HE DIDN’T TELL US” and everyone’s like ??????? 

it’s utter CHAOS and bitty’s just trying to take it all in stride until jack responds with “haha. nice.” and then bitty’s... well, a little ticked off bc how is it fair that he’s the only one that has to deal with this 

it takes a few minutes for shitty to respond, but when he does, all hell breaks loose: WHAT?????????? DEETS, BITS.  GIVE US THE DEETSSSSSSSSS 

ransom and holster obvs just egg him on like “DEETS DEETS DEETS” 

lardo’s the more reasonable one that’s like “look, bits, you don’t have to tell us who he is” 

bitty breathes a sigh of relief 

...until lardo adds: “if you tell us how he is in bed” 

cue even more pandemonium, ransom and holster keep chanting “DEETS DEETS DEETS” 

and then 

AND THEN 

jack fucking zimmermann texts: “come on, bittle.  how is he?” 

maybe he calls bitty’s name as bitty walks away, hugs him one more time and tells him to have a good summer, but as bitty walks away again, jack has this tightness in his chest that won’t go away but he can’t figure out why because he’s emotionally stunted af 

so the summer comes and goes, jack and bitty text and call occasionally, and at the end of every conversation jack is overcome with this feeling to tell bitty... something but he can’t get the words out, so he makes some lame excuses before hanging up 

fall semester starts, and ransom and holster inform everyone in the group chat that they have successfully set bitty up on a blind date and are keeping tabs on him as they speak, and holster takes discreetly takes a photo from where he and ransom are hiding towards the back of the restaurant

jack’s heart sinks when he sees the picture of bitty with some cute guy on the cross country team, and he grabs his phone, finds shitty’s number and texts him: i fucked up 

shitty replies thirty seconds later with: be there in an hour 

true to his word, shitty shows up at jack’s apartment in providence and patiently listens as jack spills all of his feelings. jack’s voice is shaking from the magnitude of this revelation, his entire body an anxious ball of energy, and after a couple of hours, jack tires himself out and falls asleep on the couch 

cue shitty calling lardo and finding out that bitty’s date hadn’t gone as well as the two thought it would, and then shitty recruiting everyone’s help to stage a very elaborate romcom-esque love confession, and the second jack wakes up, shitty orders jack to get in the car and they drive up to samwell 

lardo, ransom and holster manage to get bitty out of bed and nudge him down the stairs and out onto the porch just as shitty and jack pull up in front of the haus, and bitty’s still half-asleep wearing a tank top and his ridiculously short red shorts and clutching senor bun in one hand, and jack’s... well, a nervous wreck