TBP preferences because I said so

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Finney:
"Hey, y/n?" Finney asked.
"Yeah Finney?" You asked.
"How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?" He queried.
"Finney, I love you so much but this is the fifth time you've asked me that this week. It's making me have a brain aneurysm." You replied. He looked at you and frowned before dozing off into space.

Bruce:
"Hey, y/n?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah?"
"How come E=MC squared?" He asked.
"Well, according to Einstein's words, '...Followed by the special theory of relativity that mass and energy are both but different manifestations are of the same thing a somewhat unfamiliar conception for the average mind. Furthermore, the equation 'E' is equal to 'M C squared.' In which energy is put equal to mass multiplied with the square of the velocity of light showed that a very small amount of mass may be converted into a very large amount of energy, and vice versa." You continued on to talk about Einstein and how E=MC2. Bruce wasn't necessarily interested in the topic, but he'd listen to you geek out anytime.

Robin:
"Y/n?" Robin asked you in a sad voice.
"Huh?" You replied.
"How come time goes so fast when you're sleeping? Like, everything goes black beyond your command and then like, three seconds later, the sun is shining through your blinds. Blinding you." He queried. You remained silent for a few seconds before replying.
"How the fuck do you think I'd know?" You asked.
"Well, the first day we met, you knew like, everything!" He half-whined.
"I don't know everything, Robin. But, do you wanna know something that I know, though?" You asked. He stared at you with puppy eyes.
"You need a new diary. It's filled to the brim with stickers to the point it's popping up." You said, he looked at you, dumbfounded.
"You looked through my diary?!" He shouted, blushing a lot.
"No! But I have the common sense to recognize that there are way too many stickers in there. Where did you even get so many?" You asked before leaving the room.

Vance:
"Y/n." Vance said as he loomed over you from behind as you played pinball.
"Sup?" You asked.
"How does a cassette tape work?" He queried. You deadass stopped your game of pinball to turn to him slowly.
"You...You really don't know?" You asked.
"...No." He answered. You spent all day explaining how they work and how to use one because apparently your man can do algebra, science, physics, and any other academics but creative writing just fine but can't work a fucking cassette tape.

Billy:
"Y/n..." Billy groaned into your pillow as you did your schoolwork on the side of the bed, at your desk.
"Yeah?" You asked.
"Why can I smell gas?" He asked.
"Alright, we're leaving this house right now." You said, dragging him to the front door and leaving the house.
(Jk)

"Y/n..." Billy groaned into your pillow as you did your schoolwork on the side of the bed, at your desk.
"Yeah?" You asked.
"...Is a papercut a tree's last revenge?" He asked. You sat there, stunned. Too stunned to speak.
"I...I don't know. Probably not because it isn't alive anymore." You explained.
"Ah...Okay." He mumbled before falling asleep again for the third time. He wanted to hang out, but you had homework. He didn't give up, but he always falls asleep while you do your homework.

Zach: Wow, regular preferences actually feel kinda...weird now. Requests are open 24/7, but my brain
Definitely isn't lmao. Still feel free to request though.

Edit- Just read Robin's yandere preference and should I actually make a part two to that because i mean....🤭🤭🤭 ya boy is runnin' low on ideas sooooo 🫵🫵🫵 tell me pls