#I talked about Jason's hair in the post but actually every part of Jason can become slime and transparent.

[wisecloudnightmare]

And this was how Danny found him.

Oh, baby, shh shh.

A stranger was hugging him, Tim should back away, he should-

What hurts?

Embarrassingly, more hot tear spilled out of Tim's eyes, his throat clogging up.

Everything hurts. Help-

Tim froze. He didn't mean to say that, but... it also didn't feel like he was actually saying anything?

Tim was forcibly pulled out of his thoughts by a warm touch brushing away his tears. He should feel humiliated, violated. This is somebody he didn't even know. Tim chased the warm anyway when the stranger sensed his teasing up and tried to create some space between them.

The room was quiet for a moment as Tim was considering hitting the panic button, but well... Tim wasn't panic (he was not).

A sigh escaped the person in front of him, unlike most, it came out fond.

How about we move you to the sofa and I'll clean up this mess huh?

Tim surveyed the floor and cringed in embarrassment.

Shh, no no no, baby. It's okay. It's just coffee. There won't even be any strains left, I promise.

Tim let himself being picked up, bringing owlishly when he felt how dry his pants, no, his legs were. There wasn't even any stickiness. What magic-

Shit. Did Tim really let someone he didn't know WITH MAGIC HE DIDN'T KNOW touching him without protests?

Was it mind-control?

Watching the man glided his hand through the air like he was brushing off invisible dust, the mess of ceramics and coffee disappearing not a second later, Tim quietly went through the routine steps one took when they believed they were mind-controlled but was still conscious.

As quiet as someone who couldn't stop himself from crying his heart out like a very upset baby that was, which what the fuck?

He finished checking his body (which was in the same condition as the morning—hurt like a bitch when moved, but that meant the stranger didn't think he needed to restrain Tim- focus.) the same time the man's vibrant green eyes snapped back to him.

Okay, now that the cleanup is done, let's look at your body, huh?

Tim tensed up, which in turn made his everything flared up in blinding pain, shit.

Hey, it's okay. Nothing scary. Just, there are some changes in your body and it's very distressing, right? I'm here to help!

Tim wanted to focus on his words but Tim's bones suddenly shrank in some places and elongated in the others.

What. The. Fuck.

Tim fell out of the sofa screaming, peering up to the man through his tear, the panic button forgotten.

HURT

The man kneeled down, hands hovering frantically over Tim.

Can I touch you? Aw baby, I want to help but I need your consent first. Hey hey, let's me make it better, okay?

Even through tears, a semi-transparent third eyelid, and pin feathers, Tim could see his genuine concern.

Fuck the regs, Tim would weather Bruce's disappointed stare later but he needed to survive (what sounded like a fucking puberty of all things) first.

Tim put his snout-beak thing into the man's lap, it barely fitted.

...please help.

A blink and darkness swallowed his office whole. A cold yet gentle hug lured Tim into unconsciousness.

Tim didn't know how long he slept but stars and literal space greeted him when he woke up. He seemingly lay on a dark nothingness but the young and fragile thing nesting inside his sternum told him that he was inside the stranger.

Well, Tim couldn't call him that anymore. While Tim didn't know his name yet, he knew they were as close as a child and its caretaker could be.

Spiritually, emotionally, physically.

Had Tim brought up the fact that he was curling up inside the man? Yes? Did it feel as weird as it sounded? Yes. Okay, move on.

He didn't know exactly what happened but like the man said, Tim changed. Tim moved his upper set of wings. Yep, all real.

Damn, this was going to be a long ass report.

Oh, you're up! Feeling better?

Tim hummed and stood up. All of his spines cracked concernedly loud but it felt so good. Tim tried to make it happen again.

Ooh, big stretchyyy.

Tim smiled, making a show of rolling around in the stardust, tail sweeping a nebula closer to wrap it around himself like a glowing blanket.

How long have I been here?

Tim felt like it was something a part of him was worried about... probably his human side. It focused on the dumbest things sometimes, like paperwork, the company, the linear concept of time, the works.

I thinks... three days? I would probably let you rest longer but we have a situation.

So that was why Tim still tired...

Wait.

Tim's vigilante side reared its head.

Tim pushed it down because the man sounded more exasperated than anything.

What situation, er... Can I ask for your name first?

A silence rang out through the space, some stars in Tim's nebula blanket jumping out like particularly embarrassed fleas.

I didn't-? Aw, sorry, baby. You can call me Danny or Phantom.

Tim burritoed himself in the nebula and rolled after the stray stars like cleaning slime, grinning at the man's sheepish voice.

So... the situation?

Oh!

Instead of an answer, Tim was pulled out of a very comfortable blanket, Danny, why are you suddenly-

Oh, he was back at the office.

With Batman and Nightwing poised for a fight at the door.

In Danny's lap lay Robin and Red Hood's heads, both fast a sleep. Nothing worrying there.

Tim lifted his head from Danny's shoulder, sensing Nightwing tensing up like he prepared to fight Tim too, which, rude.

Danny?

Danny rolled his eyes and finally explained. In human language, ugh.

"They don't listen to me when I said your siblings needed help too, and tried to take them away-"

"HOW DARE YO-" Nightwing stepped forward but halted when both Danny and Tim hissed at him (though Danny's was more like the ringing of cracking ice... while Tim's had smokes accompanying).

"I knew they didn't know before, but their ignorance persists even after I told them you all were suffering and I could help." Green eyes shine like hell fire. "I would kill them but I don't want to make trouble for you."

Eye softened by affection, Danny crooned, "sorry to wake you up early, baby"

Tim sighed. Time to face angry Batman and angry Nightwing. At the same time.

Fun.

Can he get he (star)dust bath back please?

...

Fine, okay. He could do this.

First thing first, to assure them that he was fine, everyone was fine, the monsters were still your brothers, pinky promise!

Human body.

Human language.

Human monochrome morality and boring rationality-

Focus, baby.

With Danny's cold hand as a focal point, Tim thought of the warm and light feeling before he woke up and reeled himself in like that nebula blanket.

"...Tim?" Nightwing's hopeful voice greeted Tim's painfully human ears. He can't anybody's heart beating, blood pumping, other organs working anymore. How could he know if they worked right?

It's fine. I'm here. I'll protect all of you... Even these dumb father and older brother of yours.

Tim scratched the scales on one of Damian's heads (He was purring. Cute.) and glided his hand through Jason's slimy acidic (not as harmful as it would become) "hair" that clung to his fingers a little before letting go.

Yeah, everything would be fine.

Tim looked at Batman and Nightwing.

"I have something to tell you."

When he stood up, nothing hurt.

Short DPXDC Prompts #579

Tim doesn’t know what’s going on. His teeth are growing sharper, his eyes are turning green, he can jump farther, run faster, and has quicker reflexes than ever before. It’d be interesting to study if doing anything and everything didn’t hurt so damn much.

———

Danny can hear the telepathic cries of a baby ghost changing from Human to something Other. The baby ghost that’s without a Guardian. Said caretaker is essential to this stage of their development so they don’t wither into nothing from their newfound power. He needs to find this youngling and he needs to find them fast.

[xoxochb]

im so bad at requests but i saw ur post asking for song suggestions for fics to base off of and i think u should do “so high school” by taylor swift if it’s not done already <33

jason or leo x reader would fit well but everything else is ur choice!!

��·˚ ༘ * I feel so high school every time I look at you

warnings: all of part two is an intense make out, and part one, two, and three all have sexual insinuations but I think that’s it

pairing: american footballer! jason grace x nerd! fem reader

A/N: this song needs to be injected in my veins

1. you know how to ball, I know aristotle

“do you want my help or not?” you throw your pencil on your bed

“yes, yes, I’m sorry” jason stifles a laugh

“alright, then act like it. this paper is due tomorrow, einstein.” you pick up your pencil “okay, you can do division, right?”

“of course I can! who do you think I am?” he places a hand on his chest to show is (dramatic) shock

you hit his head with your pencil, “I know you’re smart, I know you, but you’ve got to use your brain for something other than football”

“yes ma’am” he picks up his pencil and moves his position on your bed from in front of you to beside you

“then let’s do it! the more time you was the less time we can actually hang out and talk and stuff” you point to his paper, encouraging him do his homework

“hang out and talk, except there’s not going to be a lot of talking-”

you cut him off with an elbow to his rib cage, and he holds his stomach dramatically

“I am your boyfriend! what did I do to deserve such treatment?” he gives you puppy eyes

“you’re an idiot, that’s what you are” you roll your eyes

“that is also your boyfriend” he pokes your cheek, and you hit is hand away

“let’s get to work, do you want to do this all night?” you sigh

“no because I really wanna-”

you cut him off again, but this time with a hard slap of your hand to his head

2. your friends are around so be quiet, I’m trying to stifle my sighs

“jase-”

your cut off with a kiss

“jason” you push him off

“y/n, I love you, but please shut up” he pulls you back in

but you pull pack and he pouts, “jason, we have to go”

“we don’t have to go you know?” he squeezes your waist and kisses your jaw

you sigh. who are you to resist him?

you pull him back in, and you let yourself lay down so he can have easier access to your lips

you let him slip his hands underneath your shirt as the kisses get messier

“you’re so beautiful” he mumbles against your lips

his hands slides his hands higher up, your shirt which is basically half-off at this point

he trails his kisses lower, you tug on his hair at the action, and he lets out a content sigh

you put your hands on the back of his neck, pulling his lips back to yours

he moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, “can I?”

“I’m literally begging you, please do”

he laughs and does as you ask

you try your best to pull his lips impossibly closer to yours

“so beautiful” he pulls away for a second to look at you with lovestruck eyes

you pull him back in, and between breathless kisses you say, “just keep kissing me, idiot”

3. you knew what you wanted, and boy you got her

you wake up the next morning to the smell of cooking. pancakes could it be?

you reach for jason only to find out he’s not beside you

you stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen, where you find your blond boyfriend indeed cooking pancakes, and what you also notice is that he’s shirtless

oh god he’s hot you think

“I could say the same about you” he laughs

your eyes widen, “did I say that out loud?”

“I could lie and say no” he slides the pancakes onto a plate

“you’re stupid” you walk over to the counter, sitting on it, and he stand between your legs, hands on your hips

“you look good in my shirt” he smirks, looking down at the shirt you had on, which was his

you smile, “and you look good without one”

“I think I figured that out last night”

you hit his shoulder and shake your head, “there’s something wrong with you”

“you love me” he kisses you

you hum in agreement, “I love you”

4. I feel like laughing in the middle of practice

you loved watching your boyfriend’s football games almost as much as you love your boyfriend

what you love even more is when he wins and comes running over to you, forgetting about the fact he even won the game

he ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug

you laugh, and pull him in for a kiss

“I told you I’d win for you” he whispers, pulling away

you smile widely, pulling him in again

you hear his teammates calling for him behind you, but you know he doesn’t care what they have to say, because all he cares about is having you in his arms after yet another great game

[nofingjustaninchident]

Helloo!!! im in such a Jason Grace era these days and fics for him are SO limited in the fandom?? its actually super sad. i loved your previous jason fic smm, Would you consider making a Jason x fem!reader where Jason just has a veryy bad day, he gets overwhelmed by everything and everyone, and he just cries into reader's arms and she comforts him?

i feel like he deserved to just cry it all out atleast once, considering the amount of pressure the poor boy has had from everything :( so i would lovee to read about that!

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content: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings: angst but then it’s fluff, kinda short, cursing, 5’3 (1,60m) reader, life in New Rome!

a/n: HA LOOK WHO’S POSTING TWICE IN JUST ONE DAY???? hehehe i love this request so much my boo deserves more in his life i don’t fucking care.

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Sometimes it’s just too hard to be Jason Grace.

The mighty son of Jupiter. Pontifex Maximus. Counselor of the Zeus cabin. Juno’s Champion. Hero of Omlympus. Centurion of the Fifth Cohoort.

The titles were endless. And so was the work.

And everyone, and i mean everyone, counted on him for various things and reasons.

“Hey Jason, are you coming to capture the flag?” Annabeth asked, every week.

“Hey superman, come to bunker 9!” As always, Leo wanting to show him some new cool tricks or projects.

“Oi, sparky! Can you help me pick an outfit for my date?” Piper would ask him.

He was just so tired. He just wanted to tell them all to fuck themselves.

But he would never. He was too noble to do that. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew his friends were needing him and he was… well, being a human and an young adult, taking care of his own stuff.

So when he got home from another endless day, back to his shared apartment in New Rome and to his beautiful girlfriend, who made him his favorite dessert - brownies with caramel and peanuts -, he broke down almost instantly.

Obviously, you ran towards him, scooping him in your arms - which was a difficult task, since he was almost a whole foot taller than you - but you did it anyways, pulling him close to your body, letting him sob in your shoulder as you tried to soothe him.

You had never seen him cry like that, clinging on you for dears life. Once again, he was never one to show his real feelings to anyone, not even your or Thalia.

You scooted him in your arms, rubbing soft circles at his back while you whispered small ‘shh’s and ‘it’s gonna be okay’s in his ear, the both of you say in the floor of your cozy apartment.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, your shoulder and the upper part of your white tank top completely soaked in hot, wet tears, he finally calmed down - at least a little.

“Hey, honey.” You finally whisper into his ear as he pulls away from your embrace, eyes all puffy and red as he sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his tone low and cracked as you kept caressing his hair smoothly. You caressed his hair and gave a soft and gentle kiss so his cheek.

“Are you okay?” You were answered with a soft nod of his head as he scooted closer to you, snuggling against you warm body and keeping his head on your chest. He looked like a five year old child, and that made you smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.. not now. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice all mushy and muffled by his cheek tightly pressed against you body.

“Of course it is, my love. Do you want to eat? We have pasta with that sauce you like.” She said between little kisses in his eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his lips. “And i made you your favorite brownies.”

“Mmhmm…” He let out a content mumble, finally pulling away from him and giving you a kiss on the lips. “After that i… after that i’ll talk to you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay. But you have to eat before. Come on, i’ll help you get up.” She said as she got up and held out her hand for him to grab.

You finally got on your feet, and you turned around to reheat the food. When you were at the oven, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he kept the closest he could to you.

Soon, the food was on the table, and the doorbell rang. It was the girl that walked with your dog. You thanked her and pulled Thor, your golden retriever, inside the house.

He immediately went to Jason, wiggling his tail and giving him the biggest licks in the world while the blond laughed.

You smiled at the sight. You knew that he was obviously hurting with something, and you were going to discover with what, but, right now, he just needed some love.

You gave him just that, as you ate together chilling and chatting about your days, you talking more than him.

He helped you with the laundry while you washed the dishes, and the chores were finished very quickly. You went back and cuddled up on the couch, a massive ball of fur, aka your dog, resting comfortably between you two.

You heard when Jason sighed and felt his shoulders shaking, showing his impending collapse, once again. You cyy it deles him closer to you as he cried and cried. His sobs were the only thing heard in the house.

Ten minutes later, when he was calmer, you were stroking his hair in the softest way you could, making sure he would be ready to talk.

“I-i’m just so… tired. Of everything and everyone. It’s- i know it’s selfish, but i can’t help but want to just… ran away. To just stay with you and Thor and give up on the rest of the world.” He said, his words are muffled and smudgy as he holds onto you.

“I know, baby… You shouldn’t work yourself out. You’re doing too much. More than you should, and you know that. You have too much work.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“I just- i can’t let them just, you know, alone. It’s.. i can’t.” The son of Jupiter said, crying more.

“Honey, they won’t be alone. We have Reyna and Frank and Percy and lots of other people that you can use some help from. You’re not alone. Ever.” She said, reassuringly.

“But-“

“No buts. You’re gonna take a week off, and we’re just gonna hang out here, together, with Thor. No works, no college, no Pontifex Maximus stuff. Just y/n and Jason. And that’s not a request.”

He mumbles something but snuggles closer to you. “Fine. As long as we’re together.”

a/n: i’m literally so proud of myself bro, i got to do two, TWO works today. i’m evolving boos

[bitter-hibiscus]

I absolutely your Robin Jason headcannons, do you have any more? Maybe some Red Hood ones as well?

!!! im so happy to be getting these asks this is so fun

More Jaybin hcs (part one here):

He has a bunch of 1960s style clothes because Rena likes dressing like a mix of Amy Winehouse and Twiggy

baby goth in the making thanks to Natalia. she gives him a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's poems and he's just hook, line, and sinker into the subculture

He usually listens to metal bands but his guilty pleasure music is slow ballads and gayboy pop (think Kevin Atwater and Troye Sivan)

His favorite rogue to fight is KGBeast because of sentimentality, since KGB is the first rogue he ever defeated as Robin

He has pimples on his thighs and neck but somehow never on his face

He hates having his nails painted because of sensory issues, but lets Rena paint them anyway

His favorite of Dick's teammates is Vic, because he let Jason watch him fix one of Kori's alien weapons once, and he's super patient and kind and answers all of Jason's questions

Red Hood hcs:

Still mostly listens to metal but his favorite band is Rainbow Kitten Surprise (his favorite song is Finalist)

He has a journal where he writes shitty, angsty poetry with a fountain pen

He can never quite resist petting dogs during patrol, so there are multiple pictures online of Mafia Boss Red Hood playing with civilian's puppies

Has a tattoo of a wilded rose on top of his batarang scar to hide it. It's corny and ugly as hell but that was kind of the point. After he starts dating Rose he tells her it's because they were destined to meet. She gags every time

full-fledged romantic goth now. I'm talking manic panic white base, big eyeliner, and fake fangs. I'm talking huge messy hair with about a ton of hairspray. I'm talking "hates that every goth clothing he can find has bats on it"

His main mug is one of those corny millennial "don't talk to me until I've had my coffee" ones that Roy got for him during the outlaws. Jason uses it ironically but Roy thinks he also finds it funny

Sometimes when he's feeling nostalgic Jason will lay down on a rooftop and try to find where Oa is up in the sky, because he and Kyle looked for constellations together during Cosmic Mistake

Contrary to popular belief, his favorite superhero isn't Wonder Woman, it's Black Canary. Which is too bad because she hates his guts

Sent Sasha to live with an ex-con he trusted in South Dakota. He still sends her gifts often but they don't talk anymore since they realized how bad he was to her mental health

Deathstroke's #5 hater. Loses only to all 3 Wilson children (minus Res), Cassandra Cain, and Oliver Queen

Really wants to meet Connor Hawke because he was actually being genuine in GA Vol3 when he told Ollie he'd always wanted to meet him, and has since really really wanted to meet all of the Arrows even though none of them like him. He's the world's worst fanboy

Will do anything Talia asks of him but spits on Ra's face if he so much as looks in Jason's direction

Calls Damian "little prince" in Arabic (Amir Le-Zghir) specifically because of the book, but ALSO because it was what Willis called him when he was a child

Duke is his favorite bat because he isn't afraid to make fun of Jason, gets into a shit ton of trouble, and swears around Bruce like it's nothing

Whew, I think that's enough for a single post. Still have a lot more though lmao

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

my candy's profile 💗🦇

first of all, I want to thank @eldaryasharbinger @queenkamisama and @candysweetposts because they had inspired me to do this with my oc and I completely credit them with the template ideas and everything 💗 I really enjoy reading about your candys!

credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers 💗 (also, I'm going to make a spanish version of this post, but later)

As a warning, this is a REALLY long post, i'm not joking lol I've yapped a lot and there's still a lot of info left xd

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 24 years old (she's turning 25 the year the game takes place)

Birthday: December 8th

Nationality: Salvadorian.

Languages: Spanish, English and French.

Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual.

Appearance details: She has little dimples that are visible every time she laughs or smiles, has a lot of bruises on her knees and stretch marks on her hips. Most of the time she has eye bags and she straightens her hair, but naturally it has more of a wavy texture. She has body hair.

Outfits

Work - Every day - At the beach - Formal/Date

Relationships dynamics

Devon, main romantic interest: When she first arrived at Devenementiel she was a bit intimidated by Devon, because she wanted to do things right and give a good impression. As time passed, his charisma and kindness made her feel a lot more comfortable and after he helped her in her first solo project, she felt like they were on really good terms. Candy definitely feels attracted to him, but questions if it would be a good idea after what happened last time (she hasn't told anyone on the team about it) - When she had to start looking for apartments and Devon helped her with the interview (he volunteered after seeing how stress she was about it), it was the first time in MONTHS she saw Devon nervous around her. Ironically, he seemed to be enjoying the situation more than her, and the shine in his eyes when he called her "my wife" would be something difficult to forget. ("Didn't you say this would be difficult?" "idk, it was easy to think about you as my wife" "... you said WHAT NOW?") - On Devon's part, there's a lot of qualities of her that he likes, after all he hired her, but he specially likes how passionate and dedicated she is with her work and hobbys, but sometimes she can get way too carried with details and it stresses him lol they're working on it tho.

- Both are ambitious and so, I can see them having constant problems with making time to be together. They sort of mirror each other in the things they value the most and their biggest flaw, so finding a balance it's going to be harder than confessing to each other lol - Candy was quite disappointed with Devon's behavior when Thomas told everyone Roy's habit. She kept herself out of the jokes and everything but when they were deciding whether or not to spy on Roy and she told him how inappropriate it would be (for a THIRD time) for a moment she could tell he was hesitant, but proceded with everyone else except her and Amanda. Days after, when the topic came up again (because Roy did prank them and told them Amanda and Candy warned him): "I should've know you were planning something." "I'll give credit to Roy for the prank, but I was actually concerned for him. " "Candy, we are friends, nothing was going to happen to him" "Devon, believe me, you don't want to go on that hill with me again. I think you know Roy's boundaries, but this is one of mine's" and if bro didn't noticed he was fucking up, it was clear by her tone and glare: It reminded him of her "conversation" with Jason. Roy, coworker and friend: Roy and Candy had good chemistry since the start, mainly because of how easy going Roy is and as time passed they ended up being friends. They like to talk about Roy's swimming competitions and you can BET they were following some Paris 2024 Olympics events.

- They liked talking about TV shows Roy watches and every once in a blue moon when their schedules are free they like to go to the movies with other friends. Wouldn't say their friendship is perfect, because sometimes they but heads when Roy's being way too impulsive but at the end of the day they balance it out. Thomas, coworker: Candy didn't knew how to approach Thomas at first, he and Amanda seemed to her like they were just going to be on co-worker terms, feeling like they didn't have anything in common. Now that she has been working at Devenementiel for some time, she enjoys debating with Thomas A LOT to the point that if Amanda or Elenda see them talking they will literally leave xd.

- They are the type of friends where one ask a seemingly insignificant question and the other answers the most serious way, trying to think logically about it, and the conversation ends up being an hour long lol. In my canon, them and Amanda are like, the moon to Devenementiel's team Sun¿

- Their relationship sometimes can be unpredictable, because they disagree on really important topics and as i've mentioned my Candy heavily dislikes gossips and Thomas isn't as bothered with boundaries as she is, so when in ep 04 Thomas started to talk about Jason's personal life she started to dislike that part of his personality, even arguing with him "How is it that you feel comfortable sharing the personal information of others, but never talk about yourself and when people ask, you ignore them? Isn't it unfair?" And Thomas just gave a half-ass answer. Amanda, coworker: Now, with Amanda it's really funny, because even thought they work in the same department of the company and both have similar work styles she didn't like her from the start.

- She thought Amanda would be the type of person to put others down to lift her own accomplishments, and at the time she didn't really bother talking with her outside of work-related things. After all, she had plenty of coworkers like that in EPMC and even ballet.

- Her perception of Amanda changed with the events of episode 08 and after sitting with her and talking, she found out Amanda thought the same of her, plus she thought Candy didn't took things seriously enough sometimes. But instead of making her angry or offended Candy just laughed because for the longest time they were both concerned about something false, finding it ironic. Amanda was quite puzzled with her reaction but at the end they agreed to try and be friends, which ended up being easier after that first bad impression.

- Candy takes a lot of fashion advice from Amanda and she considers Candy a safe person to talk a little more about her own sexuality, since she mentioned she has dated women before. Since Amanda likes dancing, she's the only one of the team who Candy has show some of her performances (Even thought she has years of experience Candy's really shy of her abilities since she compares herself A LOT with others). All of this trust, of course, has taken them some time to build up but they've become more closed than what people think.

Jason, work rival: Can I just say, that I think this Candy on paper, would have fitted better in Goldreamz rather than Devenementiel? but what's done it's done yk. (in my mind there's an au where she is working at goldreamz but that's a story for another day) - When she first met Jason on ep 02, he didn't necessarily impressed her but she didn't thought he wasn't as bad as Roy mentioned, however, the things she assumed about Amanda ended up becoming true with Jason: His arrogance and constant remarks about him being better than Devenemetiel and Devon in everything annoyed her quickly, and interally she was trying not to take it personally and ignored Jason's attempts to provoke her, something he didn't quite appreciated. "How interesting, Devon, it seems like your new employee is the most professional out of you three." "Better say of the four of us, Jason. Or would you say arrogancy is a desirable quality in a bussiness partner?" "You can interpret it as arrogancy, but I'm prideful of the services my company can offer to our clients" "If you were so confident, at least in my opinion, there wouldn't be such a need to remark it every time you speak. After all, actions are worth more than words, isn't it?" - In general, she doesn't find Jason to be incompetent or anything like that, but she despise that facade of his. If it's canon that Jason searched for Candy's number and contacted her, he would promptly get ignored, not because she doesn't want to answer but knows that's exactly what he wants. - In ep 06 when Goldreamz and Devenementiel's team are arguing, I imagine she wouldn't say anything and just dedicate to analyze and contrast information, retaining a laugh because she finds it so funny when Devon, Thomas and Jason are being sarcastic.

Elenda coworkers, friends: Elenda reminds Candy SO MUCH of her best friend so it's not a surprise they got along pretty quickly, as she did with Roy. She has a soft spot for Elenda tbh, similar to Brune. They are wholesome and Elenda makes her laugh a lot. Even if she has insisted to see at least a video of any of her ballet performances, Candy isn't revealing anything lol. I can 100% imagine them going to a karaoke and BLASTING Crowstorm's songs (picture them not being able to talk the next day at work xddd) either that or pop songs. I imagine they just found each other in a karaoke as a coincidence once, since both were with their own friends, but now they go together.

Brune, coworkers, on good terms: In my headcanons, Brune can speak spanish as her second language so when Candy is burned OUT of speaking french she would exclusively talk spanish to Brune lol They are not as closed as with Elenda, but they do joke around and appreciate the other's sincerity.

um hello hi and thank u for reading all of this? like wow xd I'm going to continue adding info and as i've mentioned before i'm going to make a spanish version of this post, just for the funsies yk, but that's going to be on another time. Also, I would have been infuriated if I wrote this before episode 08 because my perception of Thomas, who I've had considered my main route, change in an awful way :c Devon too did things I don't like, but for the sake of completing this I chose him (believe me I thought about it a lot of time xddd)

[xixovart]

assigning my favorite pjo characters songs based on vibes :))

ignore the lyrics in these. it’s vibes. all vibes. rythm, melody, motifs, instruments

this somehow (unsurprisingly, because it’s me) ended up becoming a psychoanalysis of certain characters but the motif is essentially the same so enjoy!!

NICO DI ANGELO

my all time fav. love him so much.

there’s somehing so gentle but real about the melody in this. the way it feels like early winter at dusk. the way it feels like gentle solo dancing in the kitchen to a melody stuck in your head. the way it feels like braiding a loved one’s hair and talking.

WILL SOLACE

my beloved underrated child

now this one feels like a summer in the suburbs. like puzzles and cheap juice from the market. like the sun blazing on your skin and you’re laughinh and running. like playing that game on the road with chalk. it feels like nostalgia, like longing for an infantile giddiness that is long gone.

ANNABETH CHASE

the woman you are 💗💗💗💥💥😍😍

there are probably better options, but this one can be interpreted as either calm and nostalgic or melancholy and painful. “everything reminds me of you” but do the memories hurt or heal?

HAZEL LEVESQUE

please show this woman some love. she really deserves it

i have no idea why. maybe it’s the way it’s so upbeat? not saying that hazel is a “sunshine character” as the fandom usually puts it, cause she isn’t, it just reminds me of how much she overcame and how much happier she is now than before. she got her happy ending despite literally every single odd. ugh i love her so much.

JASON GRACE

stupid little amnesiac. gotta love him.

again, i dont know why??? maybe it’s the instruments. it’s probabl6 the instruments. but jason is just such a beautiful and kindhearted soul and i think this song embodies that. this song reminds me of every time jason told leo he was important. every time he somehow made reyna laugh before everything happened. makes me think of how he was the first person to unconditionally support nico and the first to make him feel like he’s not the person he’s made out to be. makes me think of how he and leo were the first to actually see and recognize piper. how he made temples for every minor god(dess) he could think of because he understood what it’s like to be forgotten. im not sorry that this turned into a jason grace appreciation post btw.

KAYLA KNOWLES

pls talk about her more plsplsplsplspls

you know im right. you know im right. i dont think i even have to elaborate. this song was written for her. the beat? the instruments??all her

REYNA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO

she. 😍

the feeling of letting something—maybe a person, an era, maybe your whole life in her case it’s all—pass you by because you took it for granted. a melancholy and quiet regret and longing something that is burned and can never be rebuilt, no matter how much you try. it won’t feel the same.

ALEX FIERRO

el mapache humanizado

i have no idea why i said that in spanish but alex is latino so it stays

it’s so? alex?? pls tell me i make sense. becuase like some parts of the song are like just pure teenage dirtbag shenanigans and the prime of your life, but others feel like screaming underwater and pleading for help. ykwim?

anyways yes i never shut up and i love all these songs and i really should go to sleep now because it’s 12:15 but i’m gonna continue reading the odyssey because time is an illusion. see ya losers. love ya.

[ittostan]

"It was a little mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Genre- Angst

Show- Stranger things

Warnings- Angst (no comfort), kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing, L Eddie

Word count- 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Author note- hey guys so I guess the original post of the first part disappeared!! So here it is again (SECOND PART IS STILL UP!!)

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign!

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off. He laughed at your confession.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze.

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave.

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away.

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do?

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. He tried to make it up to you. He did. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you

[snoelledarts]

I don't think anyone's asked about 'I can't believe I'm writing Percabeth' yet?

Omg I'm so happy you asked. It's really disorganized/a lot of parts from it have been recycled into things that have since been posted BUT I did write the "night before Frank catches them in the Argo II" scene (a classic) XD

Snippet below the cut! Teen and up, I suppose? For jokes the book already makes about Frank being mortified that they were alone together. And jokes about Coach Hedge threatening the Seven with Sex-Ed PowerPoint Presentations.

Percy and Annabeth have been meeting up in random spots less traveled on the Argo II. They’ve been spotted a few times. Mostly by Jason, who claims that walking aimlessly around the ship clears his mind (Percy has seen weirder habits), and once by Leo who Percy had to actually pay real mortal money to keep his mouth shut. He still can’t believe that bribery worked. 

Leo, when Gaea destroys the Earth that $5 will mean nothing. But who is Percy to judge?

Tonight, they’ve chosen the stables.

“How are you holding up?” Annabeth asks him, face mushed against his shoulder. He can’t see her mouth move, but he can feel it, warm and soft against his neck. She presses a soft kiss there, chaste and sweet, and Percy follows it up with his own kiss to her forehead.

“Nothing new here,” Percy laughs, holding her just a fraction tighter. “How about you?”

“Same.” There’s a pause, and at first Percy can’t tell if it’s an awkward one or a comfortable one, but then Annabeth laughs into the silence and every muscle in Percy’s body automatically relaxes. “I think we’ve run out of things to talk about.” 

Percy laughs back. It’s true. They don’t get much recreational time these days, so really all there is to talk about is their inevitable doom, which they have strictly banned discussing at their secret meetups. 

“May I interest you in some comfortable silence instead, m’lady?” Percy asks, tipping an invisible hat her way even though she can’t see the gesture, buried against him as she is. 

“Gross, Percy. Don’t ever say m’lady ever again,” Annabeth giggles, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. Her hair blocks his view of the outside world, closing them off from the world. It also tickles his nose, but Percy very skillfully holds back his sneeze to avoid ruining the moment. “You know we aren’t good at silence. It’ll last all of five minutes before one of us gets antsy and says something really stupid. And it’ll probably be you, but you’ve reached your limit of stupid stuff you get to say, today. So we can’t have that.” 

Percy tries to mock being serious back at her, but he can’t help the wide grin that splits his face. “What happens when I go over the limit?”

“A fate worse than death.”

“Oh, really?” 

Annabeth nods, very serious. (How does she do that? Percy would give anything to be able to school his features into something other than a goofy grin around her, but even at his most serious he locks eyes with her and his heart swells and he can’t help but smile--)

“Well, I wouldn’t want that! So I guess I’ll just have to sit here and be very, very quiet.” Percy takes a deep breath and then puffs out his cheeks, pretending to hold his breath. Like a petulant child. Because he is one. 

“Percy!” Annabeth laughs, and lifts a hand up to push at one of his cheeks to pop the seal of his mouth. Seeing the opportunity for what it is, the moment her hand makes contact with his face, he lets all the air out in one giant raspberry. 

And if he spits all over Annabeth? Well, she’s seen grosser things in battle. 

“Oh, yuck! Perseus!” 

They devolve into another fit of laughter, which turns into a light wrestling match, which turns into Annabeth giving him a brief kiss to gain the advantage. Not to be out-done, Percy kisses her back, and they both quickly give up on their one-v-one to kiss instead. It’s mostly closed mouth, the wonderful feeling of Annabeth’s soft lips on his. Their kisses are unrushed. Gentle, casual, the way that keeps Percy’s head spinning in the good way. The way that has him grinning into Annabeth’s kisses. The way that has him humming gentle and wrapping his hands around her waist and hold her close.

When they finally pull back, Percy rolls her on top of him just to feel the comforting weight of her body on his. It’s good like this, his own personal weighted blanket. They fit together like the gods made them side by side. Percy feels his eyes start to drift closed with the warmth of his girlfriend in his arms after so long without her. Even with the discomfort of the hay poking into his back, he can’t find it in himself to bring it up that they should go back to their separate rooms. 

It’s really just their luck that it would be Frank who finds them in the morning. 

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“Dude, it could have been worse. Could’ve been Coach Hedge that caught you! Then you’d have to sit through his teen pregnancy lecture again. Or worse, his sex-ed presentation. Why does he even have that shit on hand?” Leo puts a faux-sympathetic hand on Percy’s shoulder, but he can hear how hard Leo is holding back his laughter. 

Jason is only a little bit better off, a pursed smile hidden behind his hand as he, too, is a victim of Percy’s plights. 

“We weren’t even doing anything! Her shirt moved in her sleep! It’s not like we were both shirtless or something,” Percy groans into his hands, face hidden in shame. He feels Jason shift off of the table where he was leaning against it to sit on Percy’s other side instead. Great, a captive audience. 

“Percy, my man,” Leo starts, still too close to busting into a fit of giggles for Percy’s liking. He puts out a small fire that started on the edge of his pants. “It’s just us, you can drop the act.”

What? Drop the act? What act-- oh. Sometimes Percy gets so comfortable and caught up in this monumental relationship that he’s built with Annabeth that he does, in fact, forget that he’s a teenage boy in a teenage boy world. 

Operation: Convince the Other Boys That He and Annabeth Were Not Doing Anything Because It's True is a mission Percy knows is destined to fail. But just like all the other missions he went on that were destined to fail, he embarks anyways. 

“It’s not an act, my man,” Percy rolls his eyes, finally lifting his head from the safe cocoon of his arms. His face is still red, and his hair is probably sticking up in every direction, but that’s not relevant right now. “If we were doing something I wouldn’t have bothered to lie about it.” Percy gets more defensive about it than he means to, feels his hackles rise before he realizes what’s happening. 

Leo nods sagely at Percy’s words, unbothered by his harsh tone. 

“Then there’s nothing to worry about,” Jason adds, ever wise. “If you weren’t doing anything, then why are you so upset?” He raises a stupidly perfect light eyebrow in Percy’s direction. 

Jason does, unfortunately, have a point. But that is not a Pandora’s box Percy is willing to open with these guys that he doesn’t really know. Sure, they would die for each other. And it would probably be best if they got to know one another more than further than superficially. But that’s on being a child soldier, Percy supposes. 

Leo suddenly perks up, holding a finger up in the air and Percy half expects a lightbulb to actually appear above his mop of curly hair. “You’re upset because you wanted to do something but Annabeth said no! Blue balls sucks, man.” 

It takes so much confidence to be so utterly wrong and look so pleased with oneself about it. Percy would know.

“No,” Percy snaps, pushing up out of his seat. “No, it’s not because of that. That’s awful. If that was the case, I wouldn’t ever be upset about it. Can this conversation be over now?” 

Jason seems to agree with him, looking equally uncomfortable, shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears. 

“Damn, my bad. I’m sorry.” Leo has the decency to be thoroughly embarrassed, at least. Percy forces himself to breath in once, then again, then a third time. Slow and steady, like Annabeth taught him. He counts to seven in his head before he sits back down, an olive branch to the other two. 

Percy’s usually a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. At least everyone at Camp Half-Blood thought so. And yet, at Camp Jupiter, he felt anything but. Hazel and Frank don’t see him that way. Jason and Leo and Piper have mostly seen him moody and brash and more than his fair share of stupid. 

Percy’s starting to wonder if he’s really a happy-go-lucky guy. This conversation is certainly not making him feel happy-go-lucky. 

“Apology accepted,” Percy says, because his mother raised him right and he has manners, thank you very much.

“Right… anyways,” Leo’s eyes dart every which way like he’s doing joke calculus to figure out how to lighten the mood. Percy wouldn’t be surprised if Leo did actually have a formula for that. Whatever it is, it needs tuning. He seems to make everyone groan with disappointment just as often as laugh when he employs his methods. “It’s not like I would know! You two are the ones with girlfriends. Single-Leo lives on, unburdened by the warm embrace of women.” Leo’s maniacal grin settles back on his face where it belongs. 

Percy finds it amusing how often Leo swings between making himself out to be the slickest guy on this side of the universe and demanding respect for being untainted by being in a relationship. Gotta be hard, being the perma-seventh wheel. 

“I wouldn’t know either,” Percy shrugs, saying the first thing that comes to mind so that he seems cool and casual and normal like everyone at Camp Half-Blood knows him to be. Except… Why did he say that? Why did he say that why did he say that--

Jason and Leo both give him a funny look, but thankfully the conversation moves on without a hitch, because Jason butts in and changes the topic (Percy’s hero).

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 20

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: With Frank dropping bodies at an alarming rate you try your best to keep up and to not get caught in more vigilante bullshit than necessary

You knew Frank's appearances at your door would be few and far between. He was doing his best to keep those he cared about that was still breathing in that shape. You just wished there was more you could do to help him besides keeping your phone turned on at night should he need a patch job unexpectedly.

 He was dropping bodies faster than the news or police could keep up. You had enough contacts in the NYPD after so many years of being a paramedic that rumors floated your way. A war between gangs was the best theory. Those who knew what was going on were worried about who would be next or if a civilian would end up in the cross hairs. You knew that wouldn't happen. Frank wasn't a bad guy, he wasn't some psychopath. He was a man who had watched his family get slaughtered and not be able to stop it. Lack of skills was the only thing keeping you from insisting on being at his side.

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You were trying to find some semblance of a new routine. You'd help Curtis with the meetings he held, the soup kitchen and had dinner with him at least once a week. You started going over to Alice and Kenzie's at least one night a week. You had to keep your head on straight should the occasion arise Frank need you.

A part of you felt wrong not telling Curtis. He deserved to know Frank was alive. It's not like he'd say anything but you had made a promise to not tell anyone and nothing could make you break that promise.

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Of course around the station house discourse was coming up as to what was actually going on. Some believed what the news was reporting, others thought it was some sort of secret government clean up. You kept your mouth shut and stayed clear of any and all discussions revolving around the gang murders.

You were almost off shift one night when the news of Metro-General being shot up by a lone gunman came through. Apparently he was after a witness involving the Irish gang murders. Your eyes flew up to Jason's when he said those words "How do you know that?" You asked a lot harsher than you meant to. He shrugged "sergeant Mahoney. You remember him don't ya?" You nodded so he continued "He told me. From what they're thinking this guy is the person behind all the killings a one man wrecking crew"

"Well if he shot up the hospital they'll have footage and be able to identify him" Kayla tossed out only to be over talked by Jessie who said "Who cares? Not a single civvie has been injured. Cops need to stay out of it and let the man work"  any further conversation was lost to you from the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. They'd know who he was. Fuck all of New York would know Frank was alive and his face would be plastered every where. You couldn't keep him safe.

"Y/N you ok? You're a bit flushed" Alice asked in all but a whisper. You slowly shook your head and checked your watch "No I'm not. I um do you think you can cover me leaving early? Riley and Ash will be here soon" "Of course. Is there something I can help with?" You shook your head and headed to the locker room "No but I promise I'll call you in the morning"

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You hadn't made it but a couple blocks when your phone started ringing from a blocked number "Hello?" You answered cautiously and let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding when Frank's voice was the one on the other end "Hey kid" you glanced around and saw the only other people on the sidewalk were out of ear shot but you lowered your voice regardless "You went after one of the pieces of scum at a hospital?" "No one got hurt. You know me better than that" 

You ran a hand across your face so as to not get louder "No shit. I meant the fucking cameras. NYPD knows you're behind the killings. Cameras are a bitch. They're gonna find out who you are" "This the part where you tell me you can't help me any more"

"Of fucking course not. I'm a paramedic and have no legal requirement to report who i render aid to off the clock. I'm just worried about you" "Don't be. I'll come by your place once I'm sure no one knows I'm coming. I just need you to make sure my nose ain't broke" "I'll be around" you said to the dead line and cursed before sliding the phone back into your pocket. Shit was about to get real deep.

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"So you shot daredevil? Did you fucking kill him?" You asked Frank once you'd popped his nose back into place and made sure there would be no lasting damage. "Naw I hit mainly helmet. He'll have one hell of a headache but I'm sure I'll see that red asshole again soon enough" you wanted to laugh to keep from crying. For the first time in a while you were terrified and not for yourself. What if the remaining members of any of the gangs caught up with Frank? 

"I'll be fine Y/N. If you can't handle this anymore I get it sweetheart. It's getting neck deep" you forgot at times just how long you'd known Frank when he read your expressions like that it was a reminder. "I ain't going anywhere just..just stay alive Frankie. Please?" He pressed a quick kiss to your temple "I'll be fine" before you could say anything he was disappearing out your door and down the hall. You glanced out and didn't catch so much as a glimpse of his back.

"From your mouth to God's ear" you said to the empty hall then shut your door and locked it. You glanced at the time and said a silent thank you to the powers that be that you were off the following day,you needed a shower and a nap.

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Your phone ringing broke you out of your sleep and you groaned when you looked at the time to see you had barely hit four hours.

You felt around on your nightstand then bought the phone to your ear without even looking at the caller i.d. "Hello?" "Y/N I need a favor" you sat up blinking at Kenzie's voice "What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you ok? Is Alice ok?"

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you knew it was just a gut reaction to what had happened with Maria and the kids but you couldn't help it. "Y/N deep breath. I'm ok. Alice is ok. She's just busy and I need some paramedic version of help for a friend of mine" you pushed the blanket off your legs and was already walking into your closet as you asked "There a reason they can't call an on duty squad?" 

"Well um his friend is blind and a bit self conscious about getting hurt and he knows I'm with Alice so he called to see if she could come over and since she can't I figured I'd see if you were busy" you reached for a pair of jeans but stopped halfway "This friend have a name by chance?" "Franklin Nelson? You know Nelson and Murdock?" "The law firm that handled the Fisk case? Yeah everyone knows them" you answered sliding the jeans onto your legs. "Well I've known Foggy for a while and apparently last night Matt his law partner took a fall and got a pretty good lick to the head but doesn't want to go in. Can you go to Matt's apartment and check him over?" 

"Text me the address and make sure Foggy knows I'm coming" you replied and you heard a ding and saw where she'd already sent the address through "Thank you so much Y/N" "Anything for you dear" you told her before she said bye. You laid the phone down so you could finish getting dressed. Wonder if Foggy had some coffee made because you didn't want to take the time to make any.

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You walked up the stairs checking numbers until you were at the one Kenzie had said. You hesitated for a second and shifted your med bag before knocking. "One second!" A voice called out before the door opened to show a friendly looking guy with longish hair who was a little on the bigger side but his smile made you feel at ease. 

"You must be Y/N" he said and offered his hand. You shook it then patted your bag "Did this give me away" "a bit" he replied then added "I'm Foggy by the way" "Nice to meet you but where's the injured person I'm here for?" You didn't want to seem rude but if you were lucky maybe you could grab some coffee after you left and get a nap before meeting Curtis later that evening.

"Oh yeah he's on the couch" he said waving his hand into the apartment so you walked past him stopping so he could close the door and show you further inside. 

On the couch was a brown haired guy who appeared to just be wearing boxers laid back covered with a blanket and his eyes closed. "Matt the paramedic is here" Foggy announced so Matt sat up pulling the blanket further up. You appreciated the thought but you'd seen a lot worse than his bare chest and legs. He was a good looking guy and just a small part of you felt weird for acknowledging that even to yourself. Maybe it was the fact that he was a patient or maybe some remnant of the past lingering in your mind. You pushed it away quickly going into work mode.

"Um Mr Murdock? My name's Y/N is it ok if I give you a once over?" You asked and he smiled slightly "of course. Forewarning don't try to see if my eyes are dilated and it's Matt by the way" "Well I see your sense of humor wasn't hurt huh Matt?" You asked sitting your bag down on the table next to him before digging out gloves.

You checked him over and once you cleaned the blood away saw that dermabond would do the trick to close what wound was there. "How'd this happen again?" You asked as you worked. "I fell" Matt answered almost before you finished asking.

"Well if you don't mind me saying don't you have a cane or something? I'd suggest using it" "Yes ma'am" he replied but the way he tracked your movements not with his eyes but with his actions made you feel there was a lot more to him and how he'd gotten hurt than what you were being told but you brushed it off and finished cleaning him up then stripped your gloves off.

"Well Matt you're good to go. Give it a little while but by tonight showering is fine. I wouldn't suggest taking any more blows to the area so be extra careful please. You can take aspirin as needed. You may have some dizziness or ringing in your ears. That's common but if you feel you're losing any hearing or if the pain gets worse than over the counter meds can help I would suggest going to the hospital" "Thank you Y/N" he smiled when he spoke and once again you got the feeling of something else going on but you brushed it off.

You gathered your things then smiled at Foggy "Do you want my cell number so you can contact me directly should he get hurt again? I don't mind helping who I can"

"Actually that would be great" he held his phone out so you added your number and your name plus paramedic by it in parenthesis. You handed his phone back then said "Take care you two and nice work on the Fisk case" "Thanks and thanks for taking care of Matt" Foggy said and Matt added "If you ever need a lawyer feel free to look us up" "I'll keep that in mind" you laughed then showed yourself out. 

So maybe some of Maria's tendencies of claiming strays had rubbed off on you. Those two seemed like decent guys and if Kenzie liked them they must be. Besides when was having two lawyers on your side a bad thing? You shook your head as you walked down the stairs. Quick stop at the coffee shop then you could maybe catch another hour or so before meeting Curtis later.

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You were just walking downstairs to Curtis' car when your phone started ringing from a blocked number again. You took a breath and held it considering it was night them. That was when Frank hunted so that was when he ended up hurt.

"Y/N. Any way you can bring me a couple suture kits?" You turned around and walked right back into your apartment "Where to? Curtis is waiting downstairs for me so what do I tell him?" There was silence for a moment then Frank spoke "That's even better. I'll give you the address get him to wait on you in the car, just say it's personal. Come up to the roof, give me the kits then get as far from here as possible got me?" You shoved three suture kits out your med bag into your purse and added your gun as well. Frank sounded like trouble was brewing and you didn't want to walk in naked. "Be there in ten" you said then he hung up without another word.

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You had to hand it to Curtis. Yes he was extremely protective of you but when you told him it was personal he agreed to wait in the car given you be back down in the agreed on twenty minutes. "If I'm not down feel free to call the calvary and come busting doors down ok?" He had rolled his eyes at your comment but laughed nonetheless.

The walk up the stairs you were waiting for someone to point out that you didn't belong here. You could talk your way out the situation of course but you also didn't know what was going on with Frank so better not to even be caught. You made it to the roof access door and the moment your hand touched the handle it opened to show Frank on the other side. 

He pulled you out onto the roof checking the stairwell behind you in the meantime. "I bought you three kits. I didn't know how badly you were hurt this time" you held the kits out and he nodded "Thanks it's just a bullet graze. Shit went a little sideways" you heard what sounded like chains rattling and your eyes went wide "Frank do you have someone tied up?"

He looked over his shoulder and gave a sharp nod "Told ya I'd be seeing red again" you pushed past him despite him telling you to go back down and followed the sound of the chain. When you walked around the corner there was daredevil himself chained to a portion of the roof.  "At least tell me you didn't shoot him again" you whispered to Frank.

Daredevil's face turned up at your voice. "Who's that?" "None of your fucking concern. Forget she was here or we'll have problems" Frank's voice was a growl but you were frozen to the spot. That voice, added into where Daredevil's helmet was damaged and the familiar way he tracked movement. It wasn't possible was it? Matt was blind, you'd checked his eyes yourself but you had that same feeling you did in his apartment and he'd gotten hurt the same night Frank had shot Daredevil. 

"Kid you alright?" Frank asked and you nodded. "He won't bother me. Will you red?" You wanted to call him by his name to see if he'd react but you also didn't want to let on anything considering he also knew your voice and if you were right his best friend had your cell number.

He shook his head "She just bought you suture kits. I can't hold helping someone in need against her" "Good" Frank replied then touched your elbow "Get going now. Once you get back down to Curt decide you want to eat on the other end of the city, got it?" 

You nodded and started to walk off but stopped to look back at Frank. There was so much you wanted to say but with another set of ears there you didn't want to get too much into it so you simply said "Stay alive" he shrugged one shoulder and replied "I always do" 

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"So you gonna tell me what that was about or why the sudden change in appetite?" Curtis asked as he drove down the street. You cut your eyes towards him and gave a small smile "I told you it was personal and I remembered Ash talking about the new korean barbeque place and I wanna try it" he studied you for a moment then shook his head "I know you better than that but I'm gonna let it go cause I'm hungry and you're like a sister to me so I'll trust that if you need me you'll tell me"

"You know I will Curt" you were just happy he'd chosen to let it go for tonight and said a silent prayer to whoever or whatever was listening that Frank and Matt would both still be alive and well come morning light.

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@weallhaveadestiny

[thescienceofdeductionn]

Mindset Part 3-Situational Awareness Part 1

This is where things get really interesting. This is for me the most useful and understandable subject about what we do. But problem is(Actually it is not a problem, it is what makes this valueable.)it is hard to apply. First of all, why i say it is easy to understand is because there are a lot of movies and tv shows that use situational awareness in the scenes, so when you watch them you understand. If you need example here is the first one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjrWOZby8s8

So, it is self-explanatory. But here is the summary: You look around, take as much as information you can, then realizing the changes and important informations. That means if you are in a cafe you have to be aware of the people around you and when they leave and when new people come in etc. You have to be aware of the staff and even their names.(If you hear or see.) You have to know who sits behind you and what he/she wears and if he/she came here with car and which car is his/her? You get the point. We finished the understanding part. Now how to apply? You can't go to a cafe and always look around you with your head spinning or always watching people while they are walking around. What you have to do is: Be in a "Relaxed Alert" condition and go with the flow. Like Bruce Lee said, "Be water, my friend." How do you get to "Relaxed Alert" condition? You have to want to be aware of your surroundings and always observe while you look away. You can't look away without purpose because you have to take as much as you can, so you have to turn every looking to observing and turning it to opportunity. Let's give example. You are talking with your friend, sitting across. Then he/she shows you something with his/her finger at the other end of cafe. While you are looking there, you just don't look at what he/she shows. You are observing everything you can. Now here is where the memory part comes. After your observation part, you need to remember what was there so that when you look again you can compare and be aware of the changes. Is the girl with blonde hair same girl that was sitting there or is it a new person? You have to compare and know what changed. Also in the Jason Bourne video, he knows licence plates because he uses mnemonics(that is a whole different subject for different posts)so he can hold these. Why would you need these? Because if you see 6 cars at the parking lot and if you see 8 people with car keys inside, you would know that at least 2 of them parked far away. Then you would be able to use that information and if you memorized the car models and if you know which key belongs to which car then that is where it all gets interesting. You could take this 8 people with you and know which car belongs to which person and which one parked car away etc. Now you see the importance.

Obviously it is not only about observation and deduction, it is also about safety.(Look for other posts.) When you be aware of your environment, you know where is the danger and how you can avoid from it. You can see where the entrance and exit points and act on it. If a guy comes with gun from entrance, you would be able to escape easily because you already observed where the exit is. Or you could get close to him(if you are close to entrance and you see he is entering with his hand holding a gun)and counteract. You saved a lot of lifes, obviously yours too. I would like to go deeper about this subject more but it is becoming a long post so i want to keep going with an extra post for Situational Awareness. If you have any questions, ask so that i can reply them in the next post. For now that's all. See you later.

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch

Part 2: Happy Wildcats New Year!

SDFHKSD EVERYONE WAS LITERALLY JUST STANDING THERE WAITING FOR TROY

Also the way Chad just grabs him like I’M HIS BIGGEST HYPEMAN OUTTA THE WAY PEOPLE

Chad: Because in two weeks, we’re going to the championships, with you leading us to infinity and beyond!

OK Buzz Lightyear

This is so jarring to me because it’s January, right? But everyone is dressed for mild weather, no coats in sight and it’s so green around them? Is it that warm in New Mexico? ...So I googled it and for Albuquerque, they apparently still get pretty chilly winters and can even have snow. It’s funny they filmed at this time but still went for the New Year timeline, they could have easily just had it be at the start of the school year and troyella could meet at some other party. Why am I so focused on this do you ask? idk I live in the UK – if I see a lot of sunshine in a movie, it fascinates me.

Everyone is too happy to be back in school

Idk who started the Wildcats chant but it means Chad didn’t start the very first one in the series!

I saw a post about how Troy actually wears blue and green more than red, and yeah it looks really obvious here in this sea of red. There’s some symbolism there with Chad in red handing Troy the basketball as he talks about him leading them to a championship win, Troy looks a little uncomfortable with all the attention and hands the ball over to someone else.

Sharpay’s iconic strut <3

Chad’s background music is a sitcom laughtrack, apparently

Jason: Do you remember the night before? Troy: No. Not at all. All I remember is, like, pink jelly.

Troy what the hell happened at that party? Unless he just doesn't want to talk about the karaoke

Genuinely curious does a typical school in the US really have an American flag in every classroom?

WHY DOES CHAD HAVE SO MANY WATCHES. I thought it was just for the Charlie’s Angels scene but nope, that’s just his style apparently. Are they all synced to different timezones?

Aw Chad checking up on Troy like, the SECOND he starts to act funny

They really did Monique dirty with her fits and that headband. I wish they styled her hair in a way more suited to her hair type but yeah…

Ms Darbus acts and dresses like the spirit of all drama teachers I love it, her look reminds me a bit of my art teacher in school

Troy why would you try to call her? To see if it’s her? Why not just wait until you leave the class? Why did Sharpay and Ryan pick up their phones? Do all three of them have the same ringtone? So many questions.

Bit mean of Darbus to give Gabriella detention within the first 2 minutes, maybe she didn’t know about your cell phone rule! And why didn’t she introduce Gabriella to the class?

Ms Barbus: Mr Bolton, I see your phone is involved, so we will see you in detention as well! Chad: No, no. That's not even a possibility, Ms Darbus, your honour, see? 'Cause we have basketball practice, and Troy...

Chad calls Darbus “Your Honour” pffffft nice try buddy. Anyway get you a bestie who tries to get you out of detention <3 But also Chad’s reasoning about them having basketball practice shows their jock status in the school and how he thinks they should get let off for that. And like it’s true, some kids are more favoured than others in school for those kinds of things. Doesn't fly for Darbus, though.

Jason 😂😭 I know he is probably genuinely asking and cannot read a room, but there was always that one kid that managed to make the teacher ramble about their life for like half the lesson so we didn’t have to do any work.

[sammygems]

so before i made this post, i was actually sending a friend on discord some of the things i remembered/noticed while rewatching, so mini update with those notes. these all apply to like, very early season 1.

what the fuck was the point in Sasha making Sean Connery big???? what was the reason???? 😭

one of my favourite things in early Diaries is when a character who was previously like, just one of the minecraft comes alive villagers becomes "aware" and Aphmau is like "oh wow you can talk to me now?" and the villager just like, boardline gaslights her with "what do you me? i've always been able to talk to you"

why did Brian's name change from Ryan to Brian? like, do we think that Jess or Jason just forgot what his name originally was and changed it to Brian without realizing or was there an actual reason that was never explained???

the way at the start of the series, literally every time there is voice acting, everyone pronounces Garroth's name differently, it's so funny

to quote myself: "damn, remember when Sasha was described as "a woman with hair as white as snow" and Gene as "a man with eyes like water""

Aphmau when she learned that Kiki had a love story with a werewolf: "that's kinda weird and sad"

Aphmau when she makes Aaron a werewolf so she has a love story with a werewolf: sometimes very weird fetish-y stuff

when Levin first came into Aphmau's care, i said to my friend that it's very funny to listen to Aphmau talk about babies as if she doesn't know what it's like to have one, even tho when Diaries season 1 came out in 2015, she already had 2 of her irl kids (Joseph was born in 2012 and Julia was born in 2014)

there was some vague werewolf racism from Aphmau in an episode, don't remember which episode it was but it was before Laurance made his debut

"Laurance meets Aphmau and immediately trauma dumps on her"

Garroth had his face reveal and i said "remember when this was a big deal?"

"Brendan is one of the girls" ~ this was in reference to Brendan being at the beach with Kiki, Donna and maybe KC looking at Laurance and Brendan said that he was only there because "the other girls are here and Sasha was a girl" but i found it funnier to just ignore the part about Sasha

Aphmau found out that Laurance was Joh's adoptive son, but she said to herself "so he was the guard for his step-father or adoptive father?" and this caused me to rant to a different friend about people mixing up step-family and adoptive family

remember when Zane told Aphmau that he would be fine with marrying her so he could abuse his power over her?

this was followed by me saying that i love evil Zane btw

"Zane on his sacrificing babies arc"

and that's all that i sent to my friend while watching before i made the original post for this, i just thought that i would share. other then this, it's mostly just me celebrating when a character finally shows up

Things I Have Noticed/Remembered from my MCDiaries rewatch

I will be updating this as I continue my rewatch, currently everything listed is out of order, cause I've started writing this as I am on episode 64 of season 1 and I don't feel like fixing it to be in order, so sorry!

What the fuck was Garroth's "plan" he mentions to Zenix in the first episode 😭

Zenix seems to be younger then Garroth in Diaries, considering the way that Garroth talks about him, but I think in MyStreet, Zenix is either the same age or slightly older then Garroth, so far this is like, the only obvious age difference between the series (besides Travis and everyone else of course)

I forgot how entertaining Brendan's character is, he's far less annoying then I remembered

ZANE AS AN ACTUAL BAD PERSON, I LOVE HIM

I love Vylad, but I legit forgot how much he was in Diaries season 1, I thought he was in it far less

Currently at the stage of Diaries where there is no lgbt+ people, i'm very disappointed by this (we haven't even reached the queerbaiting)

KC's character is....not as bad (racist) as I was expecting, still not great though. I'm choosing to believe that KC is from Tu'lu and Maid Cafes are a thing there, and "Kawaii~Chan" is just a stage name for her work.

Y'all know how Cadenza went missing and she was actually turned into a chicken? Yeah, the way Hayden, Castor, & Laurance talk about her to Aphmau makes it sound like Cadenza is a small child. But then it turns out she's the same age, if not older, then Laurance and Aphmau.

Aphmau should've just made Joh and Hayden lovers, I'm so serious, it would make the whole Cadenza and Laurance being "close like siblings" in season 1 to I think actually being called as siblings in season 2 and in MyStreet a lot easier to understand and make a lot more sense.

Why does Kenmur have like, some sort of romance with all the girls from Meteli??? He was engaged to Sasha and is stated to have feelings for Cadenza.

I love when the episodes open from Sasha's POV, and she goes and talks to Gene and there's just no voices. I love having to pause to read what they're saying. (this point is sarcasm)

The way literally everyone reacted to learning Laurance was blind was....icky. Like, I understand Cadenza and Aphmau reacting as like "we need to find a way to bring his sight back", but the fact that it was literally EVERYONE who decided he needed to get his sight back was so weird.

I don't mind Laurance ACTUALLY getting his sight back, but I wish it was done differently. Like, personally, I'd have him like, have to wash his face with the water of the fountain of Lady Irene.

Emma & Corey, Dale & Molly, and Logan & Donna are very sweet couples.

After Zoey and KC were able to turn Cadenza back to her human form, Zoey mentions that she "recognizes Cadenza from somewhere", but I don't think this goes anywhere???? I'm assuming it was supposed to hint at like, Cadenza's backstory.

ngl, I kinda wish we got more of Zane and Kiki's relationship, I really wanna know what side of Zane Kiki actually saw.

Anyway, Kiki is currently expecting.

Nicole (my beloved) has showed up. I've decided I won't question the logic behind her iron fists being able to break bedrock, and instead say that her referencing her iron fists just made me think of Ace from One Piece and Natsu & Gajeel from Fairy Tail.

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT NICOLE'S FOX, ROXY, AND ABOUT THE WYVERNS IN GENERAL 😭

I need to mention that in one episode (before Aphmau went to Scaleswind and learned about Lady Irene), Garroth says to Aphmau "by the seven", which I think she was hurt, but the use of "by the seven" is similar to how the same phase would be used in Game of Thrones or to how irl lots of people say "oh my god", so I'm really wondering if there were originally supposed to be 7 Divine Warriors instead of 6.

The way when Aphmau found Levin and decided to keep him and Garroth IMMEDIATLY decided he would be Levin's father figure.

The way when Laurance found out that Aphmau had a kid, his response was to play with Levin and say to Aphmau "you didn't tell me you had this little buddle of joy/energy".

That's all for now, I'll like, update when I have more to add.

[ltgreentea]

Your Wish Is My Command

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Emerson!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, self-harm, scars, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, spanking (kinda), grinding, thigh riding, missionary, doggy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, first time (for reader), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, manhandling, hair pulling, praise kink.

Summary: The older sister of Gareth Emerson has been the unlucky soul that is Eddie Munson's last hope for passing O'Donalds class. You agree to tutor him, but you don't remember him being the terror that bullied you anymore.

Authors Note: I'm aware that Gareth doesn't have a canon last name but I loved Emerson so much so please don't hate! I was inspired to write this while listening to Queen- Good Old Fashion Lover Boy and it's a song that my character would listen to, every part will have a different song that goes with it, if y'all want, I can create a playlist with songs I think Eddie listens to and y/n! Also, this is the first fanfic that I'm posting online so please don't bully me :). I try not to use "y/n" too much because I hate it, so pet names it is! This is the first part of a series, if you want to read more show this post some love! <3

(p.s. I also read over this a bunch of times so I hope there are no typos or grammar issues if there are any I'm sorry! Happy Reading!)

-GreenTea

February 6th, 1986

“Good afternoon Miss Emerson! I hope you’re ready for this unit on Shakespeare!” You give her a smile and nod. Walking to your assigned seat, “There is something I have been meaning to speak to you about.” This is strange, she never talks to you about much other than her class. “I know you might not enjoy doing this, but I would like for you to tutor Mr. Munson. I refuse to have him in my class another year and I need him to pass so he can graduate.” What? You wanted to scream out and tell her no, but you can’t. 

“Sure! I wouldn’t mind tutoring Eddie!” You have got to be kidding me, this is the actual worst, what will mom and dad think?

“Great! I will let Mr. Munson know, after class, I will get you a packet to go over with him. I want both of you to meet after school today” She seemed all too giddy but inside you wanted to tell her to find someone else, but there probably was no one else who wanted to tutor him. The class was still about 15 minutes from starting but you pulled out your textbook and notes, looking over the last few pages in case there was a surprise pop quiz. Not even a few minutes later, Eddie walks through the door causing a disruption in the peaceful classroom. 

“Oh great! Mr. Munson, Miss Emerson has agreed to tutor you. I want both of you to meet after school today” She looked like she could barely contain her excitement over a student she wanted out of her classroom. He nodded his head and headed towards you.

“What’s gotten into you? You normally are late to class,” you say sarcastically, scoffing at him when he sat down at the desk next to yours and turned it towards you.

“Can I level with you here princess, I know you’re currently struggling to keep up in math so let's say that you help me with English and I’ll teach you my tricks for Mr. Smith’s class? Sound good?” He sounded a bit hurt, but he had his normal annoying voice that he knows ticks you off but how did he know you were struggling?

“Don’t call me princess… hey Munson, are you good? You just aren’t acting like yourself?” Several other students entered the classroom, including Eddie’s bully Jason and his girlfriend Chrissy. You quickly shifted your attention to your notes and brought your hand up to your face to put a barrier between your eyes and Eddie.

He scoffed and dropped his head and said under his breath, “Yeah. Just peachy.”. As the both of you go back to not acknowledging each other's existence. The rest of the period was pretty much the same, uneventful, that is until Eddie got bored of Shakespeare and decided to start passing notes. 

“Hi”

“Hi.”

“I’m bored”

“Pay attention.”

"U R no fun. Meet me under the bleachers after class?”

You read the last note he sent you and looked over at him in annoyance. You were scribbling out your response when Miss O’Donalds speaks up, “I hope those notes are pertaining to the tutoring you will be doing later, Mr. Munson and Miss Emerson.” You crumple the note and stuff it into your bag. Ashamed that you were just caught passing notes with Eddie and went back to pretending that you couldn’t see Eddie brazenly staring at you out of the corner of your eye. This continued until the class was over where you headed towards Mr. Smith's class, and where you had hoped Eddie will go too as you physically felt him follow close behind you, like many days before. Today was different, as you start to turn down the hall to go to math class you are tugged to continue walking towards the doors that lead outside. 

“Hey!” You struggle in defiance.

“Calm down princess, you can miss one class.” He let go of your backpack and grabbed your wrist once the cold February air hit the both of you. Leading you straight to the bleachers on the football field. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“What could Eddie Munson want to say to me?” You sounded much ruder than you wanted to but he still continued. Finally getting to below the bleachers where he pulled out a cigarette and lit it taking a few puffs before offering it to you. You shivered, regretting your choice of wearing a skirt, it was colder than you thought.

“Firstly, rude. Secondly, thank you. It means a lot that you accepted to tutor me-“

“You don’t need to thank me-“ as you decline the offer.

“But I actually do, I asked Miss O’Donald to help me find a tutor and she said you were my last option. I didn’t think you’d help me considering you hate me.” Again Eddie had become closed off again like he did in class.

“What? I don't hate you.” You pretend to not know he picked on you for years. He never looked sad to you, but right now he looked very much not like his normal dorky self. “Eddie…”

“No, it’s cool princess. I totally understand that Little Miss Perfect doesn’t want to be seen interacting with the town freak.” He took another puff, and look down, kicking up the dirt and the little bit of snow leftover from the last snow of the season.

“Edward Munson, I swear to god if you don’t drop this pity party I won't help you graduate!” You had had enough, and you just wanted to get to class considering it was about to start and how cold it was. “Have you ever considered that maybe I want to actually help you graduate? I know that the only class that is keeping you from graduating is English and lucky for you I just so happen to be good at it.” Your teeth were chattering by how cold you were and your sudden confidence to put Eddie in his place. For the first time in a long time, Eddie was speechless, no witty remarks, no scoffing, nothing.

You glared at him, expecting him to let you get up and leave but you felt him grab your wrist and pull you back down to his squatting position. The both of you were face to face, his face kinda cocked to the side to examine your face but you really couldn’t read his expression. The long drag he took of his cigarette was blown into your face and he watched as you sputtered the smoke away. He took off his leather jacket, and denim vest combo, and placed it around your shoulders. The jacket was warm enough to stop you shivering and he smiled.

“You are constantly surprising me, Sweetheart, it’s not every day I let people call me that.” He laughed, making you blush, from embarrassment? Or something else? You tried to pull away again because you are starting to feel something… something you really haven't felt before, “Where are you going, sweetheart? We’ve already missed Mr. Smith’s class so we better enjoy this alone time while we have the chance.” He pulled you down until you hit the ground and he joined you in a criss-cross position, snuffing out his cigarette

“Alone time? What do you mean Munson?” He pulled you closer.

“You know exactly what I mean Emerson.” It was barely enough for you to hear because he was in your face, you could basically taste the awful cigarette he had in his mouth. You could tell that your face was covered in a deep-set blush, you’d never been this close to anyone before. His deep eyes watched you looking for a sign of weakness and he finally found it when you glanced at his lips. You’ve never really noticed how full they look, and nice…. But he had already pulled you into a kiss by the collar of his jacket. It was surprising but nice? Eddie Munson… nice? No way, but you didn’t exactly pull away. He dragged you on top of himself, making you crawl into his lap, straddling him. You really couldn’t form a coherent thought, until Eddie shifted under you, feeling something hard hitting a certain bundle of nerves just the right way that you gasped, allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue. You can taste the cigarette on his breath more and smell a faint cologne, like it had been put on hours ago and not reapplied but it was all intoxicating. When Eddie pulled away he let out a deep laugh that made you worry, did you do something wrong?

“Oh Sweetheart, the things that you do to me…” The look on your face was something he wanted to see forever, a mix of anger, confusion, and just enough flustered by the intimate act. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I think you would rather not get caught with me right?”. He was right, what on earth do you think you were just doing. ”So… meet me in the auditorium for a continuation of our ‘study session’?” 

“Yea- Yeah… “ you really didn’t know how to come up with an answer for no… so you agreed. Walking back to the school, and handing him his jacket back, "Here, thank you, Eddie."

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You debated on just leaving and going home, but Gareth had already found a ride and you told your mom you would be home late tonight anyway, so what was the harm in going? You did promise to help Eddie graduate after all. So after your last period, you headed towards the auditorium, opening one of the few that head backstage, you had been back there countless times to retrieve your brother after his childish game that he plays with Eddie and the rest of their club but today was different. Today you were going to be backstage alone with Eddie for who knows how long, reading Shakespeare of all things. The area where Hellfire normally plays is dark, there is only the ghost light on and Eddie is nowhere to be found. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, being back here with dim lights was scary and it set your nerves on edge if they weren’t already. 

“OK Eddie, stop playing around!” You shout into the darkness hoping he would give up. You set your bag onto the table and picked out a seat to sit in, you chose the one Gareth normally sits in, right by Eddie's crafted throne. The ghost light that was right above you suddenly turned off and you were left in complete darkness. “OK Eddie, this isn’t funny!” your tone sounding slightly more scared. You could feel your heart racing, you got up from your seat and tried to look around to find a source of light, seeing the dim exit sign above one of the doors. The red light was just enough to see the outlines of objects backstage and see something move just outside of the light. Just as you were about to plead to Eddie one more time you felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you into a kiss. 

“Relax, it’s just me sweetheart.” You could barely make out the cocky grin on his face from the red lighting but you knew it was there. 

“Very funny Munson, now turn on the lights.” Who did this boy think he is? You’re just his tutor, nothing more and he keeps…kissing you.

“Only if you say please.” He taps the tip of your nose.

“Eddie… please turn on the lights.” you sounded exasperated.

“Anything you want sweetheart.” He kissed you one more time and then trotted over to his seat. Picking up a small switchboard, and turning on the lights. It looked significantly cleaner than you remember it being, with no cans of soda, no bits of food on the floor, and most importantly no dorky kids… aside from Eddie.

“Ready for Shakespeare?”. You were a little more than excited to read what Miss O’Donald had assigned for the week. “Venus and Adonis” you could hardly contain your excitement that you smiled widely and giggled. Opening up your textbook and the little notes you were able to write down in class, looking at the first note that Miss. Donalds had written on the packet she handed to you at the end of class today ‘MAKE SURE HE IS MATURE ABOUT THIS’ in big-bold red right at the top of the page. There was no way he didn’t notice it but you pretended not to see it. “Let’s get started shall we?”

You had begun to copy your notes for Eddie to study later on, while he pretended to read the first half of the assignment. It wasn’t long before he started sighing and groaning in annoyance. He kept this up until finally, he said, “I’m bored!” 

You shot up a gaze at him, “I’m almost finished, just read, it’s not hard.” Eddie didn’t like this answer. He reached his arm out to snatch your face pulling you up from your seat with his forceful grip. Once he has you standing he pulls at your hips causing you to take a seat right on his lap. “Actually, I think I want you to read it to me.”. You tried to get up, blushing furiously, only to be bounced right back on his lap, causing him to groan and a small moan to escape your lips. 

“Why don’t you be a good princess and read for your knight?” Eddie’s hands found their way to your waist keeping you in place as you leaned forward to pick up the textbook and once you had it in your hands he shifted you backwards onto his lap, the sturdy fabric of his jeans and his raging hard-on put just enough pressure on your clit to draw out another small sigh. 

You had begun to read. It wasn’t long before you felt Eddie’s hands wander. His first stop was your breast, for a couple of lines he groped until he got bored, grinding against your core making you stutter. Eddie shifted you over to his thigh, making you grind on him. You were glad that you decided to wear a skirt today.

“If you stop reading, I stop too princess, keep going.” So you continued, you could feel the heat pooling in your panties, becoming soaked and leaving damp spots on Eddie’s jeans as he helped move your hips to give you friction just where you wanted it. “That’s it princess, use my thigh to get yourself off.”

Between every few words now you moan just slightly and continue reading. You need to catch your breath, you stop for a moment and so does Eddie. You let out a whimper and tried to resume riding his thigh but he stopped you.

“Just read Princess, it’s not that hard.” He spat out the words who had just said to him minutes ago. “Or do you need some help?” You gulped, and resumed your reading and you found Eddie’s fingers just making it under the hem of your skirt. You couldn’t help the shameful way you used his thigh but you’ve never really felt this before… it was like you had to be released, from what exactly, you don’t know.

“I think you need some help,” his hand finally made it up and around you, brushing over your panties and making quick work to find the little bundle of nerves and start to graze over it. Taking in a sharp breath but you still continued to read, that’s when he didn’t like that reaction. He got both of you up and sat you on the table, the surprising movement made you yelp. Still reading Eddie had begun to lift up your skirt,

“WAIT EDDIE!”. You had forgotten where you took your frustrations out on your body. He stops and lets go of you but it's not what you wanted. “I’m sorry it’s not you, I just have…. I don’t want you to see.” 

He looks confused, “I want you to continue, I just don’t… I don't want you to dwell on them.” he was even more confused.

“Dwell on what sweetheart? If this means your just afraid because you're a virgin we can stop-” . 

“NO! It’s not that!” You closed your eyes and sighed, lifting up your skirt, littering your upper thighs were scars. Some healed over and some that look fairly new, Eddie looked sad. “Y/n… what happened?”

You were ashamed, “Would you believe me if I said I had more than a few skeletons in the closet? I don’t really want to talk about it right now, let’s talk about it later okay?” You brought him into a hug, “I want to continue, please Eddie.”

“Okay, just let me know if you want to stop.”  All that’s keeping you from what you want now is the pair of panties you have on which Eddie takes a moment to take in along with the many scars, he dips his head down and starts to kiss each one.

“Continue Princess…”  you picked up the book again and started reading, the peppering of kisses on your thighs was more than enough to rekindle the fire inside of you. His kisses slowly started to find their way to your inner thigh, almost right where you needed that sweet friction again, your heart was beating out of your chest, and the words on the page came out breathy and almost inaudible.

“Speak up Princess, I can’t hear you.” You could feel the fabric of your panties shift. “Look at that, so perfect and wet, just for me.” If the words he didn’t just say didn’t make you melt, him taking one long lap on your core did.

“Ah!” The sudden foreign feeling was something you were mortified about and didn’t want to stop, between the soft moans escaping you continuing to read. His tongue expertly found your clit and played with it just the right way. You shift the book to one hand, needing to ground yourself on something, finding Eddie’s hair to be the perfect place to rest your hand. Your fingers entangled into his curly dark hair and unconsciously pulled on it. You felt the slight groan that vibrated into you, yet you still continued to read.

Eddie needed a way to make you break, to stop reading and tease you. So he continued his assault on your clit with his tongue and moved one of his hands that were keeping your thighs open. With how aroused you already were, sliding the first two fingers into your core was no problem. His fingers explored your dripping arousal, finding a spot that made you gasp and moan out his name. Once he found it, he abused it, making obscene sounds that surely anyone in the room could hear. You stopped reading because there was a new feeling building within you, something that was about to snap,

“Eddie. I- stop, something!” The words weren’t forming but he continued his work on your core. His tongue and fingers were too stimulating. Eddie knew you were close, with the way you clamped down on just two fingers, so he decided to give you this one pass. You dropped the book, making a loud crash to the floor, and let your other hand join the one tangled in his hair. 

“Eddie, please! I-“ you tug harder on him and the vibration from his groaning was just enough to snap that knot forming inside of you. Letting out one last moan of his name and coming undone. You feel your legs shaking, and you fall back onto the table, unable to keep yourself up. Eddie continued his motions until he was satisfied that you rode out the orgasm on his face.

He stood up and helped you back into a sitting pot on the table and smiled up at you, “I’ve never had that happen before!”.  His face glistened with your wetness, the sight of it making you turn away and blush. He stood up and turned your face back to his, kissing you. You can taste your arousal on his lips, and then he pulls away. “You taste amazing by the way.” You're still panting from the sudden overstimulation. “Now it’s my turn Princess, are you ready?”

Eddie picked back up the book and handed it to you, taking this as a sign to keep reading. He decided to start by latching himself to a sensitive spot on your neck. Hearing the sound of his signature handcuff belt unbuckle, and a zipper. He stopped once he was satisfied that he had left enough of a mark on your chest only for you to see. 

On the last word you looked at Eddie, he had his dick in his hand, giving it a few strokes while looking at your trembling figure, you didn’t know if you were shaking because of the excitement or your post-orgasm but to Eddie it was hot. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t have a condom?” You shook your head yes. “No sweetheart, tell me with your words.”

“Yes, Eddie, god please, I trust you. I want you to fuck me.” The words almost didn’t feel like your own as it came from your mouth.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you, I’m going to make love to you Princess.” He whispered to you, his words made you feel ashamed… although you wouldn’t admit it, you knew he has been pinning over you for quite some time. Sure, your relationship when you first met him was filled with malice but now, you won’t admit that you’ve been catching feelings for him as well.

It didn’t matter when he lined up to your entrance and began to take a few experimental thrusts through your folds to cover his cock in your juices. “Good girl, just keep reading.” He said as he slowly pushed himself through your entrance. The intrusion stung but the feeling of his cock finally being inside of you made you moan as well as him. Inch by inch he rocked into you, finally feeling him slow when getting to the base, he was so snug against you, filling you up just right. “Shit Princess, you feel so good around me.”

You whimpered out the next few lines as Eddie begins to move, at a slow and deep pace. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt him bottoming out, and with each thrust stumbling over the words. You had begun to feel that knotting sensation similar to the one before, making everything feel much more intense. Eddie had quickened his pace, which erupted a slew of moans and cries from you, losing your balance and dropping the book. Eddie stopped completely, making you cry out in frustration when he stopped your wiggling to get any kind of movement. He exited you, picking up the textbook and bending you over the table, giving your ass a smack and then kneading on it.

“Find the page.” He whispered to you, this was unbelievably difficult. Be you had no idea what you were reading let alone the page number.

“Ed-Eddie, I can’t.” You sobbed out. Without warning he slammed back into you, making you and the table lunge forward. 

“Then I guess you’re going to have to beg me to make love to you.” He laughed down at you. No way, you weren’t going to bed him. So you kept quietly whimpering hoping he would take pity on you and satisfy you again. “Now, now princess, I’ll give you everything you want, just beg for it.” This man was insane… 

“Eddie please!”

“Please what Princess?”

“Eddie please make love to me, I want everything!” You were practically a dog begging for scraps, and he obliged, the sound of him mercilessly fucking you into the table was echoing throughout the auditorium, with the chorus of your moaned-out begging and his grunts of approval. He turned you on your back, so he could latch himself onto your lips, feeling him get a bit unstable with his thrusts until he slowed down to an antagonizing slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He grunted out, he looked like an angel with the lighting around his hair that curtained over his face. 

“Yes Eddie, it feels so good.” You wondered how he might like a pet name that he aptly gives to you depending on some circumstances. “You feel so good, Master!”. There, you almost felt him tense up and get even harder than he already was inside of you.

“What was that Princess? Keep doing that!” He hisses out as he began to fuck you again at a faster pace.

“Yes Master, please- you are doing so good! Don’t stop!”. Eddie knew with all of the begging, how great you felt around his cock and the new title of Master,  that he wasn’t going to last for very much longer. You were also close to reaching your second orgasm but you had to cum before him, so he reached down and began expertly rubbing against your clit. 

“Master please, I’m gonna-“ this only made Eddie double down on his worship of you. That familiar feeling of something about to erupt grew stronger.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock Princess.” With his permission you gladly did, your pussy throbbing, spasming around him. “Fuck. Yes, Princess. Can I come in you?” 

“Yes! God yes! Eddie, I please cum in me!” He kept his sporadic thrusting until he finally came. Pulling you into a kiss, and burying himself deep inside of you. Hot white ropes coated your insides as he cummed with a loud guttural moan. For a few moments, he stayed right there, with his cock buried deep inside of you, holding you as your breath became steady again.

“That was hot as fuck y/n, I think I’m in love with you.” He broke the silence, with a huge grin on his face. “Are you ok?” 

“Ye-yeah, I’m good…Thank you Eddie.” 

“Thank me? Noooo, no, thank you, sweetheart, that was totally unexpected!” He pulled you into another kiss, your lips were already red and abused. “Shit, wait. I came in you, are you on birth control or anything?”. He pulled himself out of you and stuffed himself back in his pants.

“Shit! No, Eddie. I’m not!” The reality of the situation just hit both of you.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can go to the store and pick up a Plan B, but right now you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you.” He bent down and scooped up some of the cum that had leaked down your thigh, shoving it back in and then bringing his fingers up to your mouth to lick clean. Tasting the mixture of yourself and his cum on his fingers was hot.

“Hey Eddie, has it been the whole time?” The “I love you” didn’t go unnoticed by you… you thought maybe he has always felt this way.

“The whole time sweetheart..” you pull him into an embrace, this felt different. You've known Eddie for years, and each encounter with him all led up to this moment, how light-headed you felt just enjoying his touch. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll head to the store then we will continue studying.” He laughed.

“Oh yeah? Continue studying huh?” You question him.

“Oh yeah, my girl said she’d help me graduate, so that’s exactly what we are gonna do!” He kissed you again.

“Your girl?” you raised an eyebrow at him and laughed.

“Do you expect me not to be obsessed with you after that?” 

“Okay, but we have to keep this", you gestured to both Eddie and yourself, “a secret. If anyone figures out about this, I can kiss my life goodbye.”

“Okay! but not forever! I’m telling the whole world after we graduate that you are mine!” He playfully nibbles at your neck, causing you to giggle.

“Yeah, we will see Munson.” As you continued to giggle under his touch.

[imaslutforcuddles]

Antsy

Eddie Munson x Reader 

Summary: Your someone who has always had mental issues, you just got into Hawkins high. You promised yourself you wouldn’t use drugs as a coping skill, but that promise died a long time ago. You go looking for a dealer and find Eddie. Eddie may be a ‘heartless’ dealer but he knows when someone’s hurting.

Warnings: swearing, depression, mention of self harm, self hatred, sensitive topics, mention of drugs, smoking, hurt people connecting through trauma.

A/N: AND DONE. I’m sorry this took way to damn long to finish and post, I’m a little sick at the moment so I haven’t been able to make this a priority but I’m glad to say; here she is....  This is a bit based off the song Antsy by UPSHAL. The reader is new, but you can imagine them as any age. I made this a mainly platonic blurb between reader and Eddie but you can take it anyway you want. I’m willing to make a part two if people want one.

I went to the doctor, asked him for pills He told me to try just simply breathing

Your first year in Hawkins high, and you were absolutely mortified. With shaking hands you opened the cafeteria doors, you cursed under your breath for forgetting to grab your medication on the way to school.

Walking around you noticed how ‘normal’ this school was, how there were groups on every table and they all seamed to like the same things. That made you want to puke, labels always made you anxious. You started walking back towards the exit doors, all the people grossing your guts, when your eyes were caught with another bright pair of brown ones. The kid smiled brightly patting the seat next to him, showing you that you were welcome to sit with him and his friends. You moved forward when a jock stopped in front of you, “Are you sure you want to sit with those freaks?” You smiled weakly as your throat clenched. Your inside jumped when you felt a hand land on your shoulder, “Hey Jason how about you walk off and talk to your girlfriend instead of other girls.” A boy said from behind you, holding onto the hand on your shoulder you moved your head up and down. “Yeah pretty sure she would love for you to be loyal.” 

The blond boy walked off with a huff, you turned around to see who got you out of that awkward situation. Realizing his hand was still connected to you, you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me again dingus.” He laughed bouncing his brown curly hair he raised his hands up in defense, “Damn girl, your breath is too hot don’t burn me!”

My stomach's in knots and I'm physically ill

You groaned a little and reached down to your stomach, causing the boy to frown.

But I'm sure it's not what I've been taking

“Please don’t worry about me,” you smiled up at the senior. “I just haven’t had my daily weed dose.” You smiled and laughed as his face went blank, “Wait actually?” He asked, you grinned and took a deep breath to calm down. “Yeah it helps with my nerve, I’m not a druggie I swear.” You said holding your arms up in defense.

The world is on fire I'm so fucking tired And equally wired, so

He grinned and asked, “Do you need any cause’ I can hook you up later?” You looked at him wide eyed, “Fuck yes I do.” “Alright meet me outside after school.” 

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain When toxic shit tastes just like candy?                                                              And love might be lit But I'm scared of what it might demand of me

The whole day had gone by painfully slow, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on a joint of some kind. You head full of hate towards yourself was just to much to bear these days. The excessive cutting wasn’t a good reliever either because the excuse of a ��cat’ scratching you was getting to annoying to repeat daily. Apparently people paid more attention than you had thought, and it was giving you a fucking migraine. At first you were skeptical about taking weed everyday because drugs had been so bad in your family history, but after a while it became to hard to just pass on. The high would get rid of any bad thoughts, you would just float in pure bliss. The edibles were really tasty too, one time when you were younger you had gone to the ER due to overdosing on edibles, thinking they were candy. 

You had tried to hide the pain in love at one point, but it was a complete blow-out. The person had used you for their own personal reasons and dumped you when it became an inconvenience for their schedule. Trust was something that was hard to come by for you, so when you finally had given it away and it was torn it two. That hole just stitched itself back up, stronger than ever before. Your too afraid to live in the love, and you instead trust the high and sweet, sweet, release the weed gives you.

Sure it creates more pent up anger and hurt and it will definitely wear off on how fast you were abusing it, but hey, at least it helped? Right?

No wonder I’m antsy.

Walking over to the table where Munson had promised to meet you came faster that you had originally thought, because before you knew it, you were sitting on the cold wood of the drug dealers dealing spot. You had kept your head down low, making sure to just keep your focus toward the ground incase anyone passed by. Sitting down on the bench was honestly quite nice to what you had thought it was going to feel like. You planned sitting on a soggy prickly harsh bench, but this one felt like a smoother build. 

As you only paid attention to the wood beneath you, the boy made his way to you. He reached his hand out tapping your shoulder causing you to jump straight up, “GOD DAMNIT.” Your screech caught Eddie off guard causing him to jump a little himself, you turned your head to look at him. Your face was red with anger and your body was full of adrenaline.

The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired

You ranted to him for the next five minutes about how he can never touch you again unless he wants his fingers broken off his hand, when you just honestly wanted to cry. The second you stopped to take a breath, tears started falling. The stress of the whole day just overwhelmed you too much. Your face had stayed hard though, the tears slowly forming and rolling down your face gave away your mental state.

Yeah, it's no wonder I'm antsy

Eddie’s face went from an annoyed smile, to a worried frown. He stood up from his spot on the other side of the table thinking he should get up to reassure you, but remembered how much the touching effected you comfortability. So, instead he sat back down. “Hey, hey, don’t cry okay I’m here for you okay?” You shook your head acknowledging his words. Eddie smiled and settled in his seat a little, “Okay, take some deep breath’s with me. In.. out.” You turned your head over to his, glaring at him. “It’s just a few tears Munson, I’m not a fucking child I know how to breath.”

Although you had just cussed him out a bit, he just smiled and looked at you with pure adoration. You snorted, “Okay enough staring bro can you just let me pay, get the shit and leave?” He snapped out of whatever the hell he was in before and grabbed his drug box, the second his eyes came to yours they were full of serious hardness. “Fine, but you have to promise to become an addict or some shit.” Your face froze, “A fucking addict! Is that what you think of me? You think I’d stoop that fucking low.” His face retorted, “No, I never said that. I’ve seen what drugs can do, and I know that it doesn’t matter the type of person you are. The shit can fuck you up if you don’t pay attention. So be fucking careful with the shit okay?” 

And he said, "I love you, " I said, "No, thank you" Got too many issues and to-do's and nothing's to get to

You frowned, “Look Eddie, I’m not in the right mindset to have anyone care too much about me, alright? So whatever the hell is going in here,” You waved your hand around the two of you in a circle, “Isn’t going to fucking flow. Got it?” 

He shifted In his seat a bit and cleared his throat, “I don’t know what you think I feel but I don’t like you like that. I just care about you, It’s hard not to.” You grinned, “Okay Munson, sure dude I care about you too.” You looked around while he took out the drugs he thought you might need, “Here,” He said passing you some pre-rolled joints and edibles, “This is all your getting from me alright? Use them wisely.” You groaned and rolled your eye’s taking out your wallet, he huffed a little and pushed your wallet-holding hand back. “Don’t worry about it, It’s fine.” You smirked, “Better for me lover boy.”

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy

As he was getting up to leave you stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him a little closer than you meant to. “About what happened earlier, don’t worry okay?” He nodded and then left.

And I'd run back home except politics broke up my family No wonder I'm antsy.

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[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (2)

Alright, Here is the addition to the first post I made about Marinette having a somewhat of a similar backstory to Jason.

[Masterlist]

WARNING: the Revenge part have some suicide, death, physical abuse and bullying stuff mentioned. Extreme Lila Bashing.

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Marinette runs a business called Afterlife (I am bad with names, gimme a break) with Wayne Enterprise as a partnership. She is the mysterious designer MT.

Jagged knows about Marinette and the whole LB thing after one scare and an explanation and promotes it a lot.

The Waynes can’t believe that she knew Jagged Stone.

So Afterlife brand is taking off and is the hottest new thing since Jagged is wearing it and MT is apparently the mysterious newly adopted Wayne who hasn’t appeared in public much and the family’s personal designer.

Loads of Celebrity commissions.

Gabriel loses sales as the new line they launched ‘coincided’ with the launch of Afterlife’s newest fashion line called Karma.

I should mention that Edna Mode(?) and Audrey Bourgeois gave many praises to MT because they are amazing designs and to spite Gabriel a little bit.

Gabriel doesn’t panic yet. A lie

I haven’t talked about Lila much, have I? Let’s just say she got a visit from a ghost, well, several ghosts.

Remember that guy Marinette mentioned that could get her fake documents. It was John Costantine, who owes her a favor ( he owes her more than a few and he would do anything she asked for her brownies. )

Tim and Babs dig up dirt on Lila Rossi and their silence was brought with a delicious cake.(coffee flavored for Tim)

Gets John to do a little summoning for her.

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(Suicide implied, death, bullying, You have been warned)

“~Lila~. ~Oh Lila~”

Lila turned to her other side, wishing the voice would shut up.

“Oh, Lie-la, sleeping so peacefully. So silent. I wish you would stay that way forever.” The voice said menacingly.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide open to come face-to-face with supposed to be dead Marinette Dupain-Cheng with a manic look. Did Marinette had red eyes before?

Lila screamed.

“Oh, it’s no use. No one will hear you. Remember when you said those words. To poor Bianca. Every day at lunch break in the old unused bathrooms when you beat her up for not doing as you say.”

A girl with long dark hair appeared. Covered in black and blue bruises. Looking at Lila with hate.

“Let’s not forget. Poor Tommy. Alex. Andrea. Wil. Gary. Nico. Freya. Magnus. Della…” As Marinette listed off names, more and more teens appeared, the youngest being a 10 year old girl.

They all had the same expression as Bianca. Utter hatred.

“And there is me. The latest in your long line of victims. Lie-la, how do you feel right now, looking at the casualties of your greed for fame and fortune? Your ‘enemies’. And you know that English saying, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Marinette gave a sinister laugh.

“You are dead. You were all supposed to be dead. This isn't real. This isn’t real.” Lila chanted, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

She felt cold fingers lifting up her face to meet red eyes, promising many Bad things.

“Sorry, sweetie. This is the cold harsh reality. You thought that you could get away with it. The deaths you caused with your filthy lies and ‘so-call accidents’. You danced on our ashes and you built your kingdom with our blood on your hands. I hoped you enjoyed it while it lasted. ”

The nails dug further into her face, drawing some blood and sure to leave some scars.

“Because, Lila Rossi, this is the last time you would know peace. And could you pass on a message to the Agrestes for me. Tell them that Death cannot hold back the wrath of Ladybug.” Turning to the other ghosts. “Get her.”

Marinette stepped back as the other teens pounced on her. Scratching, pulling, biting. Inflicting pain on Lila. She jumped out the window and landed next to John smoking.

“Thanks for everything. Will she be okay?” Lila’s screams can’t be heard due to a soundproof charm.

“She will wake up in the morning, a little sore thinking it was all a nightmare.”

“That is until she looks into a mirror. I left a little something to remind her that it actually happened. By the way, can you help me with this curse?” She said, pulling out a notebook.

“Let me see. Hmm.. Oh.. that’s a good one. Nice. Wow...You are very creative with curses, remind me to never get on your bad side. But are you sure about that last part?”

“Lila needs a lesson and as much as I hate her and wants her to suffer for the rest of eternity. She doesn’t deserve being tormented for the rest of her life. At least, she should learn that actions have consequences, especially for everything she had done so far.”

“You are too kind despite everything that has happened, Pigtails.”

“Doesn’t mean I am going to give you the resurrection spell I used.”

“You are no fun. You are as bad as Bats.”

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Lila’s curse is that she sees her victims when she leasts expects it. Alya, talking about her blog, is replaced with Bianca cracking her knuckles and about to punch Lila. In everyone else, it looked Lila screamed ‘Please don’t hurt me” to a confused Alya.

Lies some more to save face but the more she lies, the more the ghosts keep appearing. Some actually hurt her but there are no bruises or cuts to prove that it happened.

She is just so jumpy all the time and during photoshoots, Adrien gets replaced with a rotting corpse and every picture comes out with fear in her eyes.

Gabriel fires her after a million complaints.

Not before relaying Marinette’s message. “She cursed me. She came into my room and did this to me (pointing to the scars on her face.) She sent my dead classmates after me.”

“Who?”

“Ladybug. She told me to tell you that even Death cannot stop Ladybug’s wrath. So better watch your back, M. Agreste.”

(Gabriel didn’t feel threaten not at all. There is no such thing as ghosts. Sure magic is real with the Kwamis and the Miraculouses as proof. But ghosts? Those are just stories. Lila Rossi just had a nightmare that was too vivid for her. He definitely is not searching Google for warding them off. Especially revenge-seeking ones. He was just looking for inspiration. That MT caused a lot of trouble and sleepless nights for Gabriel but this next line was sure to be a success.) He was wrong.

No matter how many NDAs he made people signed and how much security measures he took. Afterlife seems to hosts fashion shows, launch new lines or their designs made the cover of a famous fashion magazine and SHOWING UP the GABRIEL brand EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Gabriel is rarely in the headlines these days and most of the billboards in Paris is filled with products from Afterlife (Chloe as a model with a mask to conceal her identity which adds to a mystery.) or WE.

He is super frustrated and a little desperate.

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Got any ideas for revenge on Gabriel, Natalie and Adrien? Also the rest of the class?

(Part 3)

[geekkatsblog]

Yup it's that time again! Headcannon time. Bruce edition

Where I completely ignore the comics I've read in favor of imagining stories where DC actually allows its characters to be happy.

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Before Bruce tried and failed to cut Tim off of coffee as seen in my (Videos the Batkids posted that went Viral headcannon) Clark first tried it on him.

The whole thing started on the watchtower when Bruce actually broke a yellow coffee mug over Hal's head just because he took the last of the coffee. Hal was clutching his head in pain meanwhile Clark looked on at his boyfriend in horror.

"Bruce you're Addicted to coffee."

"No I'm not I can stop anytime I want I just choose not to."

Clark looked highly amused by that answer for some reason.

"You literally just used the line of every addict in denial. I bet you couldn't last a day without a cup."

And because Bruce was a sucker to prove people wrong he accepted the challenge. With the prize being that Clark would finally get rid of that God awful tacky brown suit with the elbow patches he got from the 2nd hand thrift store down town.

He made it 2 days with little problems before it all went down hill. Bruce was working a particularly rough case and ended up running off of a 10 minute nap, and it was at that moment he realized exactly what he had given up.

The events were as followed:

The Batkids all temporarily started to move to Jason's apartment just to avoid Bruce's wrath. Breaking the coffee machine because, "If I can't have any no one can," was the last straw. Tim a fellow not coffee addict who could stop anytime he wanted, almost started world war 3 because of it.

He told off a cocky executive who really was getting on his nerves by talking down to everyone. He may or may not have outed the man's secret affair with the secretary downstairs along with the fact that his thick luscious hair was a toupee.

When Luthor proposed a project for their companies at a gala, Bruce told him to fuck off and use the money to buy himself a hair transplant, loudly enough for the reporters to hear and get it on tape. It made the front page and he was trending on Twitter for 2 days straight afterwards. The gossip sites were playing it for weeks after. Not to mention the whole thing became a meme.

He was spiraling out of control and he wasn't even halfway through the bet yet.

A week into the bet was when things got extreme. It was in the middle of the quarterly League meeting where all of the senior league members met up for an update. Clark had come straight from teaming up on a scoop with Lois and must have stopped for that ridiculous cheap tasting road side coffee, because Bruce could smell it from all the way on the opposite side of the table and before he knew it he had grabbed Clark by the Cape and shoved his tongue down the man's throat for a taste of the same coffee he had been making fun of for years. Needless to say the 25 plus heros in attendance were stunned, especially because no one besides the original 7 and a few of the members related directly to Bruce and Clark like Kara, Connor etc knew Batman and Superman were dating.

Clark thought it was hilarious and if he made sure to show up smelling like coffee all the time it wasn't anyone's business, (*cough Hal cough Barry*) The fun stopped however when Bruce clad in full Batman regalia in the watch tower kitchen, was very clearly flirting with an all too interested and smug Green Arrow, for his half finished coffee and silence. Clark no longer found Bruce's desperation entertaining and almost blasted the archer with his laser eyes, before literally dragging Bruce out of the room.

Luckily the bet ended that very night when Alfred discovered Bruce literally perched on top of the refrigerator about to munch on single coffee bean which must have escaped the container at some point before it was hidden.

The picture remains on the fridge to this day and no matter how many times Bruce tries to get rid of them a fresh picture always reappears, by the next day.

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Because Superbat is now my current Otp obsession.

Finally watched the new Justice League movie Zack Snyder's version, I was scared to watch it due to my disappointment in the first one, but I must say the movie was awesome. I especially love the changes in Flash's character. They really turned him from cute quirky filler character to the main character that saved the world. Loved the speed of force scene and the Injustice scene in the end gave me chills.

The only bad part was that the movie had several scenes for potential sequels, only for me to read that there would be none. Hope it changes. #restorethesnyderverse😭 plz.