#like Jason was an overachiever in school

[thief-of-eggs]

Headcannon that Bruce dedicates a little area on a wall in the manor to hanging photos of all his kids and their achievements- except, just like an overachiever new mom who insists she’ll make a detailed scrap book for each kid- he looses momentum after the first kid or two.

Which means there’s a huge section dedicated to Dick and all his minor accomplishments over the years, followed by one or two photos of Jason, followed by two large blank spaces on the wall (Tim and Cass)

He doesn’t let Alfred finish hanging things because he SWEARS he will get around to it. And maybe he will. Eventually…

But in the meantime it’s stuck looking like he has clear favorites, especially since Damian gets into the habit of hanging up pictures of himself on the other end of the wall (he cannot allow the non-blood children of Bruce Wayne to surpass him in recognition in his own home)

Tim doesn’t really notice since his own home didn’t have too many pictures of him. Cass doesn’t mind since she doesn’t always like seeing her own likeness. Jason thinks it’s hilarious to bitch about every time he sees it, claiming that Bruce didn’t even care enough after he’d died to at least hang up an updated school photo for him.

And of course everyone loves to tease Dick over it, given just how many photos and newspaper clippings adorn his section of the wall. Not that Dick is ever affected by any of their teasing- after all, who wouldn’t want their old school photos displayed proudly on the walls?? He doesn’t understand the embarrassment

[demonic0angel]

can we connect the 'Duke gave Jason Jazz's number' ask with the ask of 'Babs being Jazz and Danny's sister'?

(Sure :3)

Jason gets Jazz's number, Babs is their sister

When Duke walked into the Clocktower, he paused in place at seeing the people on her screen.

"Uh. Babs? What's that?"

Barbara turned and blinked tired, exhausted eyes. She had spent several sleepless nights just researching everything she could find on her siblings.

She was so, so proud of them, especially because Danny was going to school to be an astronaut and Jazz had already graduated, currently working within Arkham Asylum as a fair and hard working psychiatrist.

"This? It's nothing," she said absentmindedly. Like hell she was going to let any of the vigilantes she knew linger around or pester her darling siblings!

"... that's a picture of Jazz Fenton."

Barbara blinked. "You know her?"

"Yeah, sometimes Jazz volunteers at Gotham University to tutor people. She helps me with my anatomy classes," Duke explained.

A first witness account about her siblings from someone she knew!

"Tell me more," Barbara said eagerly.

Duke crossed his arms. "Tell me why you're looking into her."

Barbara sighed deeply. Then she said, "We're half siblings. I found out that she and my half-brother are in Gotham so I just wanted to learn more about them. I never met them before because my biological mom left when I was young."

Duke's eyebrows rose. Then he said, "Huh. Well, alright. Jazz is really nice. She explains things really well and she's also really patient. Everyone wants her to tutor them, but she's pretty busy so you have to schedule her in advance sometimes. I have her number, so I usually get tutored by her often. She also talks a lot? But she's super nice!"

Barbara nodded. She had hacked into several places and had already figured out most of her sibling's personality traits.

Jazz was an overachiever, eager to please, helpful, chatty, and a bit of a know it all. Danny, meanwhile, was a bit antisocial, but very kind, thoughtful, clever, and quick to help others.

Had she mentioned that she was very proud of them? She wanted desperately to meet them in person one day.

Duke then continued with a small laugh, "Y'know, if nothing else happens, I think you'll see your siblings again. Maybe even as in-laws! Jazz gave Jason her number the other day and he's been super eager to ask her out."

All time seemed to freeze. It was like a record scratch that turned off the music.

Barbara stared at him. "Excuse me?"

Even if Duke wasn't a meta that could predict the future, he could already feel the danger.

"Uh."

".... did you just say that Jason is trying to ask out my adorable little sister? Jason? Jason who once killed 8 people and put their decapitated heads in a duffel bag? Jason who lives in a trashy apartment because he's too busy committing crime to clean it? Jason who forgets to shower sometimes because he gets lazy?"

"............ yes?" Duke sounded afraid.

Barbara turned around to her computer again, bringing up more files. This time, they were named after Jason and Red Hood.

"Leave. You didn't see anything here."

Duke immediately bowed. "Yes, ma'am. Please spare me."

"You'll live only because you can tell me more about Jazz."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." Then he scrambled out of the Clocktower. RIP Jason. You will be missed.

[eclips-moon]

Batboy's dating younger Reader headcanon

Hey y'all ! So this is my first time writing, please feel free to give your thoughts on the headcanon and if you want I would really appreciate some tips and advice :)

Tim Drake (Robin/Red Robin)

Protective AF: Tim would be a bit obsessed with keeping you safe, like... he already has a big brother vibe, so dating someone younger turns that into overdrive. He’s always checking on you, making sure you’ve eaten, got home safe, etc. Dude’s basically your life manager.

Super Respectful: He would NEVER cross any boundaries, especially knowing that you’re younger. He’s all about giving you space to grow at your own pace, while quietly supporting you from the sidelines.

Overachiever mode: Expect random gifts like "I did your homework for you" or "I hacked into the school system, and you’re now top of the class." He’d be lowkey smug about it but also super sweet, blushing when you thank him.

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The Rebel with a soft spot: Jason? He’ll tease you about being younger, throwing around nicknames like "kid" or "baby" just to rile you up, but deep down, he’s got this protective instinct that runs DEEP. Anyone messes with you? They're about to meet Red Hood.

Conflicted feelings: Jason’s probably the most worried about the age gap. He’s already got a lot of self-doubt, so he’s constantly overthinking whether he's bad for you or if you deserve better. You’d have to reassure him that you’re all in, age difference and all.

Gentle Giant moments: Under all that sarcasm and tough exterior, Jason’s a softie. When you’re alone, he’s way more affectionate than you’d expect—always making sure you’re okay, wrapping you up in his leather jacket when you’re cold, stuff like that. He has this big-brother energy but romantic vibes creep in, making it all the more intense.

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Mr. Charming: You think the age difference bothers him? Nah. Dick’s the smooth talker of the Batfam, and he’ll joke about being your "wise older boyfriend," but he takes the relationship seriously.

Casual PDA King: He’s super affectionate. Always sneaking in little kisses on your forehead, holding your hand, or pulling you into his lap when you’re both chilling. He’d lowkey treat you like you’re the most precious person in his world.

Big Brother Mode Activated: Being the oldest of the Batboys, he’s super used to looking after younger siblings. This means he’ll also be extra watchful of you, even when you don’t realize it. He won’t overstep, but his protective side would slip through when he thinks you’re not noticing.

Damian Wayne (Robin)

Denial City: Damian hates admitting he cares for you at first because you’re younger. He’s probably the most resistant to the idea of romance. He’d tell himself (and you) that you’re too immature or inexperienced for a relationship... but his actions say otherwise.

Tsundere Vibes: He’ll brush off anything romantic at first. Compliments? "Tt, don’t be ridiculous." But then he’ll turn around and make sure no one else gets too close to you. If anyone flirts with you, they're getting the classic Damian death glare.

Secret Softie: Eventually, he’d accept his feelings, and when he does, he’s surprisingly thoughtful. Damian may not say "I love you" often, but he shows it through his actions—whether it's training with you, sharing his books, or letting you sit in on his quiet moments with his pets.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"TOP OF MY SCHOOL"

SYNOPSIS: How an archer!reader first met Green Arrow and became White Arrow.

You've always been an overachiever, but that's not your fault; most people are underachievers. If your mom ever taught you anything, it was to reach for the stars and aim for the biggest and brightest one there is, and watch it explode into tiny little stars that can inspire the next dreamer and believer. So here you are at this archery tournament; you worked so hard to reach the finals. Your fingers might hate you, but that trophy will be in the manor, shining brighter than all the trophies and medals collected by the rest of the family. It's big, golden, and stunning. You don't care about the prize money—pfft, you're rich. You care about outshining all the Waynes, especially your father. Bruce's awards would look like baby medals compared to yours, and he'll notice you; he'll notice his baby and all the hard work they've done. The damage to your fingers is temporary, but the win is forever; the win is for life.

So there you are, hitting bullseye after bullseye, smirking like never before, perfect position, back straight, eyes forward. Who would you be if you didn't win? You wouldn't deserve the name Wayne if you didn't win; you wouldn't deserve to show your face outside of the manor gates. Ha, you would even say your name. Final game, and you're up next. Oh, you were gonna knock the judges off their feet, and you're gonna play them for fools when this is all said and done. So remember your stance: feet apart, back straight, head forward, elbows straight, bowstring near eye level. You could feel the tip of your fingers slipping with the toughness of the string for the bow, but you won't let it bother you; smile through the pain.

You look up at the stands; you see your judges and the people in the stands. You see Alfred and your school friends, but the seat you left for him is empty. You've been telling him about that tournament for days on end; you didn't shut up about this. You made him write it on his schedule board and his computer, yet he still isn't here. Rage is seeping through you. Bruce, you promised! He went to Damian's soccer game—the one he LOST—went to Jason's spelling bee, and Steph's track meets, but this is the most important moment of your life, and he isn't here. You wouldn't stop talking about it at the table, even when you knew no one was listening. This was your dream; this was your life goal, and he dropped it for what—a stupid ballet recital from Cass?

You're staring up at the stands, that empty chair you left for him. You felt the arrow slip through your fingers, and a loud "WISSH" went past you. Turning back fast, you saw that you hit orange, throwing you off your win streak of only hitting bullseyes. But it's okay, as long as the other kids don't outdo you when it's their turn. But they did; that slip-up was their chance. Every single time the arrow points red, you feel like they are aiming at you, shooting down your pride, your ambition, your hard work—everything you did to get here. You felt each arrow piercing through your very being, leaving you bloody. Your fingers clenched; you could feel the trickle of blood coming from your bandages. You knew you were going to lose when the game was set and match, and you were on the podium.

The judges were handing out the awards, and you closed your eyes, hoping that someway, somehow, you won. You had your hand open for something, but then felt another thing wrapped around your neck. It was a medal—a medal. Maybe it was gold, and the real trophy was coming out. But when you opened your eyes, you saw a silver medal wrapped around your neck. Silver, not gold. Silver. You felt red-hot tears prickle down your face. You wanted gold. You had the best shots each round; you missed just one—just one. You didn't deserve this; you didn't. But if you looked over your shoulder, you could see the kid who won—the tears of happiness that flowed down their face, holding the trophy way up high. That was supposed to be you. You were supposed to be the one highest on the podium. You meant to take this trophy to Bruce, show him what you could do, show that you were worth the time and trouble, and for one moment, he could see you as one of his own. He could see you as his. But no, you let your emotions get the better of you, and you lost.

You saw Alfred and your buddies running over to you, and you wanted to cry even more. You didn't deserve the hugs or their love because you didn't win. You didn't win. Running off the podium, grabbing your bag, you heard them calling you, but you don't stop. Your feet are moving on their own, gasping for air, and you finally stopped running. You're in the middle of Gotham City's streets, and you finally break down crying. How will you win his love? How will you win his affection if you can't win a stupid archery match? Then hell, the Justice League—and you saw him right there, the great archer himself, down on his luck. He was beaten down and bruised just like you; his bow was nowhere to be seen, and you heard so many swooshing sounds that your ears could bleed. Half the Justice League is in Gotham, including Batman. You ran over to him, not running over to Batman—he can handle himself.

"Mr. Arrow, are you okay?" You heard a groan through the sound of buildings crashing down and people screaming and running away. You shouldn't be here on the ground; he shouldn't be here on ground level. But you couldn’t leave him. What kind of fan would you be if your favorite superhero died right in front of you? You have to find his bow. Shit, where is his bow? You're running around like crazy. Still, you saw the green bow. The earth shakes, making you look up; it was some kind of brick monster and he was gonna crush you. You rolled over, grabbing the bow and finding an arrow. You tried to run over to Green Arrow, but the floor was breaking underneath you, and you couldn't reach him. Falling on your back, you had to stop it somehow. If you didn't, Green Arrow is dead and gone.

You have to win. You have to save him. Putting the bow up to your face, back straight, eyes forward, elbow straight, bow near eye level—through a small hole in the beast's chest. If you could hit it, the fool is done for. But what if you lose? What if you don't win? What if this silver medal around your neck proves that you're a loser? You put your arm down just for a moment, but you heard the groan of Green Arrow. If he can lose, so can you. But if he can win every other day, you felt the toughness of his bowstring; it cut your fingertips, making you bleed. The pain makes you want to cry. You stained the bow with blood—your blood. It's gonna be his life on your hand if you don't shoot. Aim, shoot, aim, win, win, win, your brain screamed at you.

Letting the arrow fly, it hit the core, making the monster crumble. You finally won; thank God! You fell to your knees, looking down—blood coating the green bow red. You felt a hand on your shoulder; it was his. "Nice shot, kid!" That gruff voice—his voice. You're a winner, not a loser like the first time and the time before.

[prlssprfctn]

Hello!! I'm the one who asked about what you think about Jason being the favorite robin(child) of the rogues. That is actually my first time asking. I love the headcanons and narrations you wrote about! Now, I'm kind of thinking about Jason being an top of the random lists that Tim has in the Batcave like?

Children, adoptees or wards? (Do adults count? - Dick)

Jason - lost count after 100 homeless kids under his care and in his illegal but safe orphanages, rapidly increasing to an unhealthy number 500(Tim wrote it).

Bruce - 17??? (Are we?-Dick)

Dick - 1 (Does Damian even count? - Jason)

So on...

Jobs Legal or illegal

Jason - Illegally employed: Crime boss, drug lord. Etc...

Legally employed: Doctor(Since when?-Bruce), Nurse(I'm asking since when?!!!-Bruce), Librarian(Where ?!!!-Babs). Teacher(Where?!!!-Damian(He is not letting go of the chance to let go of Jason's teaching). (Jason just went to get employed by every job possible to keep the money and funds coming... Ain't No Way. He's asking Bruce for money)

Bruce- CEO

Tim- Co-CEO

Dick- Cop

Certificates

Jason with the help of Talia reviving his paper documents. - He filled the whole living room with Diploma, PHDs and Certificates that is definitely real (no hacking required)

Bruce, Tim and Dick just hang their Gotham High school diplomas above the fireplace...

Alfred is removing some of Jason's certificates to the library to make room for Damian, Steph, Cass and Duke.

And every other random list

Funnily enough there is a calendars in the Batcave and Kitchen. Each calendar has a significant person. And only Jason's calendar is filled with notes of events, next to him is Tim after Tim it's Bruce.

Like:

Dick- Hey... Jay what does the assassin meeting mean?...

Jason- ...

Dick- Jay... What about the mercenary meeting?

Jason- ...

Bruce- What does a magical assassin's meeting mean?!!

Everyone- Jay... JAY!!!

Jason slowly disappears like the disappearing meme that Tim always shows and it came to bite him in the ass.

Jason finally uses the magic spells that the sorcerer he bullied to teach him to good use...

giggled—

Jason-overachiver-Todd. his overachieving is on that level when he doesn't even realise it, he just automatically volunteers and does everything and anything.

(shh, it is his way to make up for all years he missed while being homeless and dead).

also, Tim makes the most specific, strange lists, too. like, about random things, really.

"who died the most in the family?"

1. Jason [25 times]

(Bruce: ?????? WHAT)

2. Bruce [15 times]

3. Dick and Damian [1 time]

4. Steph [0.5 time]

"who owns the most hobby clubs and community groups?"

1. Jason [48]

(Tim: Okay, reading and theatrical stuff is one thing, but CROCHETING? THE ANONYMOUS CENTRE OF PEOPLE FREE OUT OF COMA???)

2. Dick [33]

3. Alfred [12]

4. Bruce [1]

(Damian: Father, I don't think League of Justice counts for a community group...)

also, Jason unlocking another magical powers along the way is so fun, especially if he can disappear randomly sometimes. like, he is in the middle of an argument with Bruce? whoops — and he is gone.

[arandomao3user]

More tim pregggg except with bernard stuff i love my lil freaks<3

*Pats head* Of course, little anon, anythin' for you, sweetheart u_u

Bernard: Do you think I'm gonna be a bad Father?

Tim, currently trying to place jenga blocks on his stomach: You're gonna be a great Dad, Bear.

Bernard: But what if I'm not?

Tim: Think of it this way, as long as our kid doesn't become a vigilante, you'll still be better than Bruce.

Bernard: Is that what you tell yourself..?

Tim, slowly placing the last brick: Yup.

—

Tim, at midnight, unable to sleep because the child growing in him is kicking him internally: Bernard, your daughter is awake.

Bernard, groaning and placing a hand on Tim's stomach: Go to bed, chilli bean.

Tim: Stop calling our daughter a chilli bean.

Bernard: She likes it.

Tim: She's kicking more, congratulations, you made her hyper.

Bernard: Hrmmm... Darla Janet Drake-Wayne-Dowd, go to bed right this instant.

Tim: . . . Wow, no respect for her Father.

Bernard: She's already going through terrible two's, little overachiever.

Tim: So proud, already sticking it to the man.

—

Bruce, walking past a sitting room, before slowly backtracking: . . . What's happening here?

Jason, sitting beside Tim, a book in hand: Making sure his kid comes out with some class.

Tim: He's been reading sonnets to my unborn child.

Jason: It's a critical part of the kid's development!

Tim: Somehow I doubt that.

Bruce: Alright then, uh, have fun?

Tim: Thanks, I won't.

Jason: You don't need to listen, I'm not even talking to you! I'm talkin' to my poor niece who's only knowledge is gonna be about stalking and cooking, I'm tryin' to prevent the next Gotham rogue!

Tim: My daughter is not gonna be a rogue!

Jason: Pfft, not on my watch she won't.

—

Tim, asleep on the couch in the manor:

Damian: . . .

Damian, slowly walking over to kneel beside his stomach: If you are listening, I wish for you to know that I am the superior Robin. That of who you inhabit is a mockery to man and I feel a deep shame for you, however I will ensure you rise above your bloodline and contribute great things to the Wayne Family name.

Tim: Are you trash talking me to my unborn child..?

Damian: YOU HEARD NOTHING!

—

Bernard, crying over paint swatches: She's growing up so fast!

Tim, patting his back: She's not even born yet, Bear.

Bernard: We're already painting her nursery... Soon she's gonna be drawing on the walls, then she'll be choosing her own nursery colour!

Tim, picking up a swatch: I say we go with black.

Bernard: That's so depressing! Are we raising Wednesday Addams!?

Tim: I did like her views on colonization.

Bernard: Tim!

—

Bernard: Guess what I found at the mall with Jason!

Tim: Oh no... What?

Bernard, holding up a tiny leather jacket: Our baby us gonna be so punk.

Tim: That's both cute and terrible, why?

Bernard, grinning as he slowly turns it around to show the Red Hood symbol:

Tim: No! Our baby cannot be out with a drug lords symbol on her!

Bernard: Why not!? Nobody will mess with her. She'll be the coolest kid on the block.

Tim: Bernard, she's gonna be a newborn.

Bernard: A cool newborn.

Tim, sighing: What else did you find?

Bernard, snickering as he holds up a Green Lantern ounsie:

Tim: Are we just aiming to make Bruce mad?

Bernard: You know you like it.

Tim: I do, actually...

—

Bruce: Do you think I can finish med school fast enough to be the doctor who delivers Tim's baby?

Dick: Uh, B, I don't think that's even legal.

Bruce: Hrn...

—

Stephanie: Hey, Bernard!

Bernard: Steph, hey! What're you doing here?

Stephanie: I promised Tim I'd do yoga classes with him, since someone had to steal lamaze classes from me.

Bernard: Sorry! I just assumed he might want me in the delivery room with him.

Stephanie: Nope, he definitely wants me there. I'm experienced and all.

Tim: Steph! You ready?

Stephanie: To catch you when you cramp up? Obviously.

Tim: I'll have you know I'm not that out of shape, it's only been a few months.

Stephanie: And all those years of hard work are already fading.

Tim: Ha ha. See you tonight, Bear?

Bernard, pressing a kiss to his cheek: Yup, I'm making you a balanced dinner packed with vitamins and protein.

Tim: Disgusting. Robbed of my junk food and soda privileges, for shame.

Stephanie: You can go back to treating your body like trash when you aren't sharing it anymore.

Tim: Such joy.

—

Tim:

Cass:

Tim:

Cass: Why are you on a roof?

Tim: I'm not doing any vigilante activities, just... Missed the view. O knows I'm here.

Cass: Hm. It's a slow night, I'll stay with you.

Tim: Okay. Thanks.

Cass: No problem.

—

Bernard: . . . What if she hates my cooking?

Tim, trying to nap: She won't, Ber.

Bernard: How do you know?

Tim: I'm incubating her. I know.

Bernard: That's a terrible way to word it.

Tim: It's not a lie.

Bernard: . . . What if—

Tim: Bear. Sleep time.

Bernard: . . . Fine.

—

I hope that's satisfactory :D I am... So tired. I haven't drank caffeine all day. Crashing.

[brucewaynehater101]

Overachiever Tim Drake goes to ballet with Cass and picks it up fast enough that he and Cass are set to perform together in a production of Giselle with Cass as the lead, Giselle, and Tim as Hilarion

YJ has front row tickets and bouquets prepped for both of them

Bruce has front row tickets and a bouquet for Cass, he did not know Tim would be in the production

Alfred also has a ticket and a bouquet for Cass

Jason was off on an outlaws mission but sent flowers for Cass and if he and Tim are on amicable terms and Jason finds out Tim was in the performance too then later Tim might get some alien tech as a congrats present

Dick is there opening night and castigates himself for not knowing Tim was in the show too and having flowers only for Cass, takes both Cass and Tim out to dinner after the show, ditching B who was planning the same but wasn't as quick as Dick to make the invitation since he was trying to rearrange the reservation to make sure there was room for Tim which previously he was not included in Bruce's count. YJ goes with as well since they also had dinner plans prearranged with Cass and Tim and are generous enough to allow Dick to be part of the group since he's making an effort.

Damian, bribed to be on his best behavior, is actually impressed with the dancers' skill and has flowers for no one, ends up left with B and Alfred after the show instead of going to dinner and is upset. Dick gets him out early from school on a different day for lunch to make up for it.

Tim is going to never try out for a production again no matter how much of her share of cookies Cass promises him or how much she makes pouty faces and calls him little brother. He arranges for people to present flowers to every performer at the end of the show. Last thing Gotham needs is a ballet themed rogue who was salty that they weren't satisfactorily appreciated for their talent.

Tim and Cass dancing together is a beloved hc. Usually, I love to see them casually dancing with each other in the kitchen, on Gotham's rooftops, in the Batcave, and in the living room. Them performing on stage together is precious. I hope Alfred got a video of it.

Cass probably purposefully didn't tell Bruce, Dick, and Alfred about Tim as a prank. She purposefully refused to tell Jason (I personally like their relationship to be where she loves Jason, her brother, but also hates his guts cause he murders people. Just sibling-like hatred, though). She only tells Damian about it cause she thinks it would be funny if he knew and she knows that he wouldn't inform the others.

I'm glad YJ is there to support them, though. What food did they end up getting?

[psychesalcove]

„ WHEN YOURE ALL ALONE, ILL REACH FOR YOU (when you're fellin' low, i'll be there too)

↳ COLLEGE AU! JASON GRACE X GN! READER ”

requested: yes, from amandamariee

⚠️: reader is a bit of an overachiever, crying, being overwhelmed bc of school work, shitty ass writing (sorry gang) not proofread AT ALL

in which ; jason comforts reader who is overwhelmed by school work due to finals.

a/n: thank you so much for the request babes!! i hope this lives up to your expectations,, i loveee fluff and comfort fics so so much like it's actually scary 😔 ALSO i made the reader have a history major – just in case anyone was wondering :)

finals season was upon the students of new rome. cafes were filled to the brim with students, workbooks, and the sound of typing on laptops (that were specially made for demigods, of course).

you were one of the studnets who found themselves at the cafe more often than you would like to admit. earlier today you were at a popular cafe downtown with annabeth, but, around two hours into your study session, you wanted a change of scenery.

and that's how you found yourself back at the condo you and jason shared.

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your wooden desk that you had gotten at ARC had every surface possible filled with studying items. old assignments, papers your professor handed out, your notes, and every color of highlighter imaginable.

your tea (which jason had made for you) was long forgotten on the edge of the desk, close to tipping over onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom. you had been in the same posion on your chair for about an hour and a half, eyes focused on reading an essay you had wrote a couple months ago.

jason would have already had you take a break by now, but he was downtown. you and jason were supposed to meet with the seven for dinner tonight, but you decided to stay home and study more. jason had insisted on staying with you, but with much persistence on your end, he was out the door and on his way downtown.

and of course, when you're studying for the most important test of this year, your dyslexia decided to act up. you had been stuck on the same sentence for about 5 minutes now. the words kept getting jumbled in your mind, floating from place to place on the page. the monster attacks you could deal with; but not being able to read a simple sentence?

you sighed heavily through your nose, setting down your pen onto the desk. this essay should be easy to read; you were the one who wrote it after all. your eyes shifted from the essay to the rest of your desk. you had no idea how you were going to manage getting all of the information you needed for the test in your head.

you reached for your laptop that was under a folder, because you decided that it might be easier to do work digital instead of on paper. you quickly logged into your laptop, and went to google classroom.

your eyes were drawn to the notification icon, seeing that there was one. you clicked it, mouse hovering over the writing that appeared on the screen: a comment from your professor.

y/n, i've seen you do amazing work in my class this year. what happened with this? i know you have more potential than what you wrote. i'll have to give you a D for this one, but it shouldn't affect your grade to much considering you have an A. it'll bring it down to an A- or a B at the most. i'll hope you gain your skill back in further work.

oh.

you quickly changed the screen onto where your grades were shown. there it was. a B. you knew that it wasn't a bad grade or anything, especially remembering when percy showed his grades to you once, but it still didn't sit right with you.

this was your best class, the one you always understood and got at least an 80 or higher on. you've never gotten a D.

tears quickly filled up your eyes, causing you to bink rapidly in an attempt to keep them at bay. you looked at the desk, in hopes of feeling better by now staring at the large B on your screen, but it only made it worse. all the papers and assignments quickly overwhelmed you, seeing how much you still had to do.

how will you even pass this test if you can't write a simple article about an artifact?

with that thought in your head, tears quickly started dripping down your face. a rational part of you told you that a small assignment like that didn't show your worth of the class, but the emotional part of you quickly overtook that thought.

as you sat there, posture rigid and tears freely falling down your face, you were to focused on your own being to register the sound of a door opening and footsteps going down the hall twords the bedroom you were in. you only got out of your head when you felt cold hands rubbing up and down your upper back.

"hey, love, what's wrong?" a voice, that you quickly recognized as jason's, said. you didn't know how to verbally respond, so you coughed hard and brought a hand up to your face to try to remove the tear stains from your face.

jasons hands moved from your back to go over your shoulders, hugging you from behind. "how about we get you into a bed first, hm?" he questioned gently, leaning awkwardly so his face was closer to your ear. after registering what he said, you nodded slightly as you made a move to stand up.

jason aided in getting you up, and then put a hand over your shoulder when the two of you started the short walk to the bed. he let you sit first, and then quickly followed in suit. he sat in front of you, letting you get a clear image of his blonde hair and concerned face.

he grabbed your hands and held onto them lightly, giving you the option to leave his grasp at any point. "love, try to copy my breathing, okay?" he instructed, making eye contact with you. he slowly took a deep breath in through his mouth, waiting for you to follow. once he saw the movement , he slowly exhaled through his nose, again, waiting for to follow his breathing pattern.

this continued until jason deemed you collected enough to talk about whatever made you upset. "want to tell me what got you so worked up, my love?" he asked again, softly smiling at you when you two made eye contact.

you quickly explained your situation in a shaken voice, still getting own crying. his eyebrows knitted in concern as he listen to you, and his thumb started slowly rubbing circles on your knuckles when he noticed your teary eyes.

once you finished speaking, he took you into his arms and held you gently. "how about you take a break. i'll make you tea, and you can eat if you want. then, we'll come back, and i'll help you with whatever you need help with. sound good?" he explained, already making a move to stand up with you.

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the two of you quickly found yourself in the kitchen. jason had dimed the lights to emit a soft orange glow from above, and turned on the stove light as he filled the kettle up with water.

"you know, you're amazing at what you do, love." jason said, turning to you as he turned off the sink water after the kettle was filled up. "and, i know that you also know that, somewhere in there," he continued, brining up a finger and pointing at his head. you chucked softly, making jason get a small grin on his face from making you laugh, even if it was only little.

he walked over to the stove and placed the kettle on the stove, turning on the stove top, then moving over to where you sat on the counter. he gently wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you into a gentle embrace. "yknow you could have asked for my help earlier, i would have stayed with you, my love." he said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"i know, but i wanted you to go out. i didn't want to keep up cooped up in here with me just because i didn't want to have dinner with them." you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"i never feel 'cooped up' with you, love. and i wouldn't have minded not going, although leo and piper seemd very pressed about you not being there tonight. said they wanted to meet up with you tomorrow to 'add to their gossip'." he said, chuckling lightly at the thought of leo and piper.

you smiled softly as you thought about your friends, knowing how much they meant to you. just then, your stomach growled, notifying both you and jason that you were starving.

"how about we make you some toast? then we can go back and start on some flashcards for you, sound good?" jason asked, pulling away from the embrace and walking over to the pantry, signaling with his hands for you to follow.

[multiverseworm]

Why I think Tim Drake finds himself identified with the plot of The Breakfast Club.

(This is a follow up on my previous post about the Batfamily Letterboxd reviews)

I do believe Tim would not only find the film to be boring at first when Steph suggests that the family should watch it during their famous family nights, but he would also find himself unable to accept the emotional wreckage he would just have experienced after finishing it.

Let me explain.

It could be argued that the Batfamily dynamics, most specifically, the siblings ones could be represented by the characters in the movie, as well as their personalities and experiences.

However, I would like to take this a step further and say that each member of The Breakfast Club, the struggles, masks, and both personal and interpersonal relationships represent a stage of what Tim has got to go through in his life. Let’s go through each:

• Claire Standish (The Princess):

Claire comes from a wealthy family and is part of the popular crowd. She is used to being admired but also feels isolated because of the pressures that come with her social status. Underneath, she is insecure and deeply unhappy. She also feels like she is only valued for her looks and status.

Stage> Tim’s pre-Robin life.

Tim came from a wealthy family, but he wasn’t spoiled or arrogant. His parents were often away on business, which left him feeling emotionally neglected. He had money, but not much real connection with others. Making him feel unhappy and unfulfilled.

• Allison Reynolds (The Basket Case):

Allison is an outsider who has no real friends and is used to being ignored. She suffers from extreme loneliness and neglect since her parents completely ignore her. She has no sense of identity and feels invisible. She doesn’t actually have a reason to be in detention, she just showed up because she had nothing better to do. Throughout the movie, Allison opens up to the others and shows a more vulnerable side. Claire gives her a makeover, which symbolizes her desire to be noticed.

Stage> Tim decides to be Robin.

Tim had always been a very intelligent and observant child, regardless of his lack of interaction with others, he could study them quite well. When this trait helps him find who Batman and Nightwing are, and uses that same skill to find them and make himself heard despite this being something he is not used to doing. The mantle of Robin becomes his makeover.

• Brian Johnson (The Brain):

Brian is a top student, likely in advanced classes. He’s an overachiever who is socially awkward and desperate for approval. He wants to fit in but doesn’t know how. His self-worth is entirely tied to his grades and academic success. His parents pressure him to be perfect, and he feels like a failure when he falls short. He was given detention for bringing a flare gun to school after failing shop class, his first real academic failure. This hints at unaliving thoughts, as he implies he considered using the gun on himself. Over the course of the movie, Brian opens up about the intense pressure he faces.

Stage> Tim faces the pressure of being Robin after Jason.

Tim quickly realized the importance and heaviness of the mantle he had been passed down. All of this, mixed with the constant struggle of having to pull Bruce out of the shadows that grief was causing on him, made him feel the need of having to live up to the image of someone he knew the bat had chosen himself. This led him to have an immense lack of self confidence, now needing to prove to Bruce, Dick, and everyone else involved that he was not Jason, nor he wanted to be. He wanted to be better, but into the eyes of a grieving man, he always fell short.

• Andrew Clark (The Athlete):

Andrew’s father pushes him to be the best, and he feels obligated to live up to that expectation. He is confident and friendly but deeply insecure. His biggest fear is disappointing his father, who only values him for his athletic success. Throughout the movie, Andrew realizes that his self-worth shouldn’t come from his father’s approval.

Stage> Being valued for who he is by Batman.

By this point, Tim had faced many challenges as both himself and as Robin. He was not accepted as Robin at first by Bruce, but eventually, he earned his trust with determination and skills. Batman had to push him, in ways that were completely different from the previous Robins. The detective potential, the strategic nature, the methodical approach. Tim was a natural that Bruce was ultimately proud had found his way to him. And Tim learned not to depend on whatever he was similar or not with the past people who’ve had held the mantle before.

• John Bender (The Criminal):

Sarcastic, rebellious, and aggressive on the outside, but vulnerable and deeply hurt underneath. He uses his tough-guy persona as a shield to protect himself.

He hates authority figures because they remind him of his father. He believes he is destined to fail, as he has never been given a chance to succeed. Over the course of the movie, Bender goes from being hostile and defensive to showing his vulnerability. He shares a heartbreaking story about his father burning him with a cigar, which helps the others understand why he acts the way he does. At the end, as he walks across the football field and raises his fist in the air, it symbolizes his defiance but also his newfound sense of hope.

Stage> Red-Robin era, post-Bruce’s alleged death.

After Bruce was presumed dead and Dick had to assume the mantle of Batman for a while, it began one of the most difficult times for Tim. He not only was disregarded by his own family when he firmly believed that Bruce was still alive, but he was left with a sense of betrayal once Dick decided to take Damian Wayne under his wing as his Robin, removing a mantle he had earned through sweat and tears. He rebelled and went solo, beating people to near death in hopes of finding the truth about what he believed has been a lie, and that Bruce would be found.

Tim doesn’t stay in that dark state of mind permanently, but he struggles with it on and off depending on the circumstances. And just like Bender, once he has been able to let himself show vulnerability despite his family’s troubled relationship, he finds himself receiving support from a new found family in the teams he’s led: Young Justice and the Teen Titans.

[mysterycitrus]

Hi. Your posts show up on my dash and I think you have good and knowledgeable takes. What do we do when canon is inconsistent and contradictory? For example Winick!Jason vs Morrison!Jason pre new52? Like W!Jason says child sidekicks are dumb and shouldn't exist while M!Jason had him go get sidekick for himself. How should we reconcile this when discussing the characters? Thanks.

id say as a general point of reference that consistent, foundational character traits can persist regardless of bad comics. dick grayson is an example - in taylor's run he's written as a pretty idiot but in waid's worlds finest he's portrayed more accurately as a neurotic overachiever, and both runs were being published at the same time. it's about reading enough comics to be able to judge for urself what u want to keep and what u want to discard.

there's also broader metatexual reasons for why tangibly bad characterisation exists — winick and morrison mischaracterised and villianised talia al ghul in different ways to the detriment of her characterisation. talia's writing was a combination of bad writing and sexualised racism. similar issue w roy harper — his history with addiction is rewritten and his autonomy is undermined. it's always worth thinking about why a writer might interpret a character a certain way.

wrt to jason, he's an interesting case because unlike a lot of characters he has an actual, definitive comic thats the literal foundation for his existence in modern canon - under the red hood. jason's had the worst holistic writing by a considerable margin, and so people tend to discard his appearances depending on their taste (green arrow, batman and robin 2009, the recent gotham war arc, countdown, botc, etc) but utrh is his backstory and the context for his actions. winick's jason, through lost days and outsiders, feels like the same dude and is kinda the "base" version of the character. we also know what winick thought about morrison btw.

i actually don't think most of jason's actions pre-flashpoint are absurdly ooc, because he was conceptualised as a bad dude with hypocritical morals. theres a lot of dialogue around how bias has affected jason's writing historically but as red hood it feels like a believable radicalisation imo - winick's jason could be driven to hurt others. thats fine tbc because thats what makes him an interesting and complex character, but the issue is that no one was willing to commit to rehabilitating him into the bat-adjacent, generally heroic figure he's now recognised as. i personally think that him being chummy with the bats is a lot more egregious of a mischaracterisation than him blowing up a high school. there's no bridge between the jason that gloated when bludhaven got nuked and the jason that goes to batburger with the gang. i need more than the writer telling me that they like each other in a text box.

but again thats like. personal interpretation. every character with a book has comics that’re featured on every reading list, and then its a matter of ignoring or recontextualising the stuff u personally dont agree with. tis the nature of enduring canon. the picking and choosing.

[happyk44]

For the character ask- Jason Grace and Jason Todd 💌

Jason Grace

1: three facts about them from my personal headcanons:

Jason suffers from severe depersonalization and emotional disconnect/amnesia

He has chronic pain that he does not treat and ignores because he's had it so long it's become normal to him

He knows ASL

2: a reason they suck

He was not fleshed out as well as other characters - he doesn't really have a backstory and we never see him refer to his past the way the others do, even after TLH when his memories should've come back in full

3: a reason they are great

He's sees the best in people

3: a reason I relate to them 

I was definitely that kid in school was seen as a flawless overachiever

4. (what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character

Lol, I don't write it very much, but my preference is 100% valgrace

5. five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened

His arc finalized with him realizing that he wants to learn how to be his own person. He does not go back to Camp Jupiter, but he also doesn't stay at Camp Half-Blood - he just leaves to go on his own journey

He and Leo confess their feelings because, look I love aroace Leo, but also I love gay Leo who falls in love with Jason and they get married and are happy together forever and ever

I also!! Really love the idea of Jason disabling Leo as a parallel to Hera disabling Hephaestus after she threw him off Olympus. There are two options I like: 1) it happens near the end of the book, Jason blasts Leo's arm off by accident in the middle of the battle, Hera is freed and patches him up before he bleeds to death, or 2) it happens during the fight with Circe. Jason pins Leo with heavy air pressure and readies to kill him - but killing Leo goes against his base morals and as a child of Jupiter, he is bound to little else but his morals and the rule of law. So the disconnect between that and with what he's being told to do temporarily frees him of Circe's influence and he's able to deviate and severe Leo's arm off instead. Afterwards, he and Leo use a combo of fire and lightning to cauterize the wound.

I would've loved to see Jason embrace or be more of a representative of Jupiter/Zeus's law and order side of things, the way Hazel and Nico showed the two aspects of Pluto/Hades. Since the Greeks appear to be more within the realm of nature and Thalia is shown using lightning frequently, it would've been cool to have scenes showing Jason using skills outside of lightning and wind. Manipulative Jason who can turn enemies on each other, diplomatic Jason who can convince people to help him so easily. Jason being able to enforce order and calm to a chaotic situation, Jason being able to force his rules, his beliefs, his laws on people. That would've been so much fun - and also a fun way to repel him against the other characters, like Percy, who may be put off by his ability to override someone's free will

Also bloodthirsty wolf boy Jason!! Like yes I get that he wasn't at the Wolf House for that long but who cares? Give me vicious Jason who is protective of his pack, give me starving Jason who rips the flesh from your throat and swallows it whole

6. five people that character never fell in love with and why

I don't understand this question tbh - is it like. who did they fall in love with in canon but I don't think they should have, or who I think they should've fallen in love with, or what.

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Jason Todd

1: three facts about them from my personal headcanons

His white spot is due to vitilgo. Going through the pit just kind of triggered the gene, sort the same way getting a cold or the flu or severe stress can

He helped take care of Damian as a kid - I think this is canon in one of the animated series, or at least like, implied canon, but unsure about the greater comic network. As Talia was helping him recover and whatnot from the pit, he helped train Damian. He has conflicted feelings about this now, but he remains a safe space for Damian to disappear to whenever he fights with Bruce. Dick may be Dami's big bro now, but Jason was his big bro first.

Autopsy scar! I just like the idea.

2: a reason they suck

He hasn't ripped the Joker's head off yet :( Like I understand why - it has to be Bruce who kills him, it wouldn't be as comforting or satisfying and it wouldn't mean much, but like whatever, someone kill this fucking clown, I hate him

But, nah, on a serious level, I think Jason is a good character. I don't really have anything on why he's bad, other than maybe poor writing? I don't read his comics much tbh

3: a reason they are great

Shoots things and pisses off Bruce

4: a reason I relate to them

I also was an angry little nerd when I was young

5: (what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character

I don't really ship Jason very much, but jaydami would be my go-to because Damian is my favourite. Otherwise, I would recommend either jayroy or jaydick. Or brujay, but only because of the angst potential. I don't really care for Bruce past that, lol. Maybe brujaydick if that's a thing. Little wing getting smushed between people he opposes but also loves a lot. That's hot.

6: five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened

I don't have a lot of thoughts on Jason because I priortize Damian and also don't read a lot of comics (so Jason and others get left out because I prefer to read the ones with Damian. Or Duke. Or Dick. The DDD trio lol), but I do get kept up to date by my friends who do love Jason. I'm not sure what never happened to him that I would've wanted to happen to him other than like. Him not dying.

Actually, I do kind of wish they would give Jason his own team. Like I know JayRoy is popular and everyone liked the teamups with Starfire, but I like the idea of each robin sort of having their own little group - like Damian with Jon, Maya, and sometimes Suren, or Tim w/ Kon and the others whose names I don't remember, Bart, Cassie and someone else I think? And then Dick w/ the OG titans. I do get the sibling experience of being friends with your older sibling's friends because they're around all the time and you don't have anyone

I know he had Bizarro and Artemis at one point as a group? I don't know if they sort of "belonged" to anyone else first, but if they didn't, then yeah bring 'em back. Let Jason have his own people to connect with.

Also I want him to beat up Bruce and win. Just for funsies. Doesn't even have to be about anything. Just smack him around.

7: five people that character never fell in love with and why

Right so. Yeah I still don't get this question. 😂 Sorry.

[haveyoureadthisdcfic]

[Fancomic showing a red-headed Jack Drake, who is watching his son, Tim. Tim is wearing a Superboy sweater under an open jacket. Captions are Jack's thoughts.

It's like I don't know him anymore. My son, Timothy. He's not the the other kids his age.

Tim catches his dad looking, and waves. Behind him, we see Robin's back.

Has he ever been?

Jack stares. We see Robin from behind again, on a roof ledge. We see a tumble of papers, all graded with A+ or 100%. We see Tim hitting a punching bag, and dressed in a nice suit.

Have I ever truly known him? He was always a hard worker. He was always a smart kid. He was always just ... Tim.

We see a red bird in a cage. We see a Robin sitting on the ground, holding his arm, blood streaks on the wall behind him where he slid down it. We see Tm's bruised and bandaged face. We see Jason's Robin costume in its case.

We see a young, gap-toothed Tim, grinning at us in his school clothes.

The thought of him in danger, or hurt ... or landing himself in a grave, young, next to his mother ... terrifies me. Is it so selfish to not want that to happen to my son?

Over an image of Robin, Jack asks again,

My son? Robin?

We see Jack again, his face offscreen. Then images of an older Tim in school clothes, Robin fighting, and of Robin helping a child.

All I ever wanted was Tim to be a good kid. But he's so much more. He's a hero.

We see Tim growing from an infant in his mother's arms, to a toddler in a Batman sweater, a child in a tux, a boy with a camera, a young teen holding a Robin mask, and then finally, as Robin.

My son, always exceeding every expectation. I'm glad, though.

Jack has a complicated look on his face. Robin is grinning as he leaps through the air with his bo raised.

What can I say? Tim has always been an overachiever. Tim, I ...

We transition to Batman holding Tim. We see blood spreading from around Jack's foot.

I'm so proud of you. Your mom and I love you.

End ID.]

In honour of the poll currently ongoing! This crossed my dash and I couldn't ignore it!

The Drakes son

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I love Tim Drakes character and story, he’s my favorite robin if you couldn’t tell. He was a normalish kid before he stepped into the vigilante life, him becoming Robin was one of the best things that happened to him, he’s made friends, became familial with the bats, made a new life for himself. But he had also witnessed so much pain with him becoming a vigilante inadvertently killing his parents and him seeing the friends he had made die, leading him to manic. This comic was also inspired by me doing a Tim-robin reread and the fic Heart, Humble by Betty (it is so good, it explores Jacks and Tim’s relationship and is one of my favorite fic).

[pureimaginefic]

Before the fame and fortune the Backstreet Boys were just normal kids trying to make it through high school like everyone else. Like for most teens, high school is not without a little drama along the way. The series kicks off in the summer of '89 when a young Victoria "Vicki" McAdams is uprooted from her life in suburban Seattle, WA and moved crossed country with her divorced mother Elizabeth aka Lizzie, Vicki quickly meets a young, pre-fame, pre-BSB Brian Littrell.

the two become quickly acquainted with each other and romance begins to blossom between them, Vicki is then introduced to a whole new group of friends including Emily Anderson the sassy and quick witted girlfriend of Brian's close friend, the somewhat dimwitted and sometimes unintentionally insensitive Jason. Unfortunately she crosses the path of Lisa Jones, a popular girl with her sights set on the future popstar and her girl posse.

She also becomes friendly with the other future members of the pop supergroup and their girlfriends, the studious and overachieving Christina, the budding fashionista Sasha, the gossipy and brash Melissa and the level headed Kellie. Witness the future heartthrobs and their first loves charge through all the obstacles adolescence brings them, including teen pregnancy.

[nootqueen404]

Welcome to my Nightmare - Chapter One

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Summary:  Y/F/N Y/L/N is dragged to a show by their best friend on Halloween night. One of the bands performing is the newly reestablished Corroded Coffin with a “new, improved, and exonerated” Eddie Munson. No one can resist Eddie’s siren song, not that your long standing crush on him would make any difference. But he has clearly changed since being accused being a murderous cult leader. Will the change make any difference or will you become bolder in your pursuit?

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Minor Steve Herrington x Fem!OC

WARNING (DNI if you're under 18. Them's the rules:) Everyone is over 18, Cursing, light shoving between friend, teasing, mention of Steve's chest hair, past bullying mentioned.

a/n: The was suppose to be a one-shot, but this first part alone was 7 pages long...good to know I'm still an overachiever. The first part is pretty tame.

Tags: @groupies-do-it-better @reddeadgirl666

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Usually you would be happy over the idea of having a long weekend, especially since this one just so happens to fall on Halloween. But this was Hawkins, Indiana. This town could never make up its mind whether to be the Center of Hell and Depravity, or as boring as ever other town in the Midwest. It didn’t help that your home was recently rocked with scandals about demons, earthquakes, and evil cults masquerading as an afterschool club. Oh! And did we mention that you have a major crush on their leader?                       Eddie “the Freak” Munson had been living rent free in your head since middle school. It all started when Jason Carver stole your copy of Salem’s Lot while you were sitting out on PE. You got the book as a get well gift from your best friend after breaking your leg on the trampoline. Jason had chucked it over the fence, landing page side down into a puddle. Since you still had the cast on you couldn’t get the book back. But Eddie saw everything and hopped the fence for you…and then broke Jason’s nose with a solid sucker punch.                        Chivalry wasn’t dead; it just comes in the form you least expect. In this case it was Munson and his shaved head and a mouth full of braces. You bonded over your love of horror, music, and all things nerdy. You even helped form the Hellfire Club along with him and your equally lovable best friend Faye Burgun.

“Hello?! Earth to y/n!”

Speaking of Faye; you snapped back to reality after a particularly hard jab in the ribs from her.

“Ow! What the fuck Faye?!” you snapped back at the tiny red head.

“Were you even listening to me? Look, I get that the last few months have been a choice, but we’re out of the woods now. It’s time to party!” She did a little dance while you were getting things out of your locker. Faye did a little spin as she swung open her over stuffed locker, cassette tapes and drawing of future costumes threatening to spill out. “Besides its Halloween!” she chirped before doing a power stance “This is the day you and I are at our strongest!”

The only other people you know who loved all things kooky, spooky, and weird other than Eddie was Faye Burgun, or “Burgie” as you liked to call her. You’ve been best friends since Pre-K when she moved out from the East Coast, and she was the one who got you into horror to begin with. Whenever she wasn’t doodling in the margins of her notebook or ranting about the latest movie, Faye was coming up with ideas for costumes and improving her skills as a makeup artist. She always insisted she was going to be “the Next Tom Savini.”

“Are you sure this is when I’m at my strongest? ‘Cuz right now I’m at my sleepiest. I don’t get how Ms. O’Donnell could possibly make a book as great as A Wrinkle in Time so boring.”

“That’s because she was created by US Government? They used their machines to pull her out of a Peanuts cartoon.” Faye smirked “How else are we going to defeat the Russians?” while making the same sound the adults do in the show. You couldn’t help but laugh. You could be feeling the lowest of the low and Faye would know how to pull you back out.

 “As I was saying, there’s a show going on at this wicked cool night club outside of town. It’s Halloween themed obviously and admission is half price if you dress up. Soooooo…” says Faye slamming her locker closed “We’re going, right?”

You let out an exhausted sigh “Wrong.”

“Wrong?! What the hell do you mean ‘wrong’?!”

“Just what I said, wrong” you shut your locker with a clunk and walked away.

Faye ran after you as fast as her 5’1” frame would let her, the chains on her pants jiggling like a certain cartoon fairy “No no no Y/N! Not wrong! You’re coming with me!”

“I can’t, Faye. My parents need me to stay back and keep an eye on the house while they are on vacation. The last thing they want is to come home from their trip to Montreal with a repeat of the Halloween of 83’.”

“You cleaned up all the toilet paper and eggs. I should know, I was there” Faye replies breathlessly, finally catching up to you.

You snort “I’m pretty sure half of that mess was yours.”

“One-fourth of that was possibly mine.”

“Whatever, Burgun.”

Faye manages to stand in front of you before reaching the exit, her tiny arms stretched out as far as they can go and let out a loud “No.”

“Y/N Y/L/N This is the last time we can celebrate Halloween before we graduate; before I leave for California! This..” She stops midsentence when you try to move past her, still managing to block the exit. “This is our last hurrah before we leave this dumpster fire of a town and make it big!”

You try to get around Faye again. It failed. “Please Y/n! I know shit has been rough with Hawkins blowing up for the seventh time in, what, four years?”

You try to dodge again, critical fail.

“And a bunch the class dying, in jail, or locked up at Penthurst Hospital…” Faye was counting each bat-shit insane thing that happened in the last six months alone on her fingers. “But this is our time, our moment to finally let loose; get to be kids again.”

You finally managed to break past your tiny punk friend, but now have to struggle to find the keys for your bike. “And I can’t risk my mom making me take a gap year after graduation because I picked a dumb show over keeping the house from burning down.” At first Faye looks totally defeated, but then a flicker of light flashes across her eyes and her lips curl into a Cheshire grin.

“Corroded Coffin is gonna be there,” she smiles.

Your head snaps back with such force that you accidently throw your keys at Faye, eyes growing wide. “Excuse me, what did you say?” Faye’s smile gets even bigger and she slowly repeats what she just said, clapping between each word.

“Corroded Coffin is going to be there! You get to see your husband, Mrs. Munson!”

You laugh, but the idea of being married to Eddie has been a long time dream of yours, “I have as much of a chance with Eddie Munson as you do with Steve Herrington.”

Faye grips her chest like she was shot. “Ouch! You didn’t need to dig that hard. It’s not my fault that’s fine as Hell.” She let out a dreamy sigh and stared off into space “I’d give up my autographed copy of Video-drone to run my fingers through Steve’s chest hair.”

You walk over, letting out an audible gagging sounds, and pick up your keys, “Wait, isn’t he in jail?” you ask “You know…for killing Jason’s ex?”

Faye shakes her head “Nope!”

“Nope?” you say stunned.

“Yup!  All charges were dropped after the DA got a hold of the files and realized with was a bunch of bullshit.” Faye finally decided to not be a human road block and was leaning against a pillar. For the first time in what feels like years you finally feel there is hope again.

He’s free. Eddie is finally free to just exist!

“Yes!!” you start bouncing up and down all giddy “That means Hellfire can get back together! I could-, “ you let out a loud gasp “that means he can graduate with us!”

Faye was digging through her own bag trying to find her car keys, just as excited as you. “That means you can finally tell him your feelings and get to making me a grandma.”

You start fidgeting with your Hellfire keychain Dustin Henderson made you last Christmas. You’ve wanted to tell Eddie your feeling for him for so long; you were planning on telling him when you all had graduated. One less thing on your plates, you know? But between him getting held back and the possibility of him being a serial killer, it would have been best to never bring it up at all. You feel Faye’s hands grip your face and you stop spinning.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N this is your last chance to tell that dipshit how you feel! Your last chance! We almost lost Eddie for good, if not from being in jail then worse.” You hid your gaze. Yeah Faye Burgun was a goober that didn’t learnt to tie her shoes until she was sixteen, but when she said she was serious about something, she meant it.

Before you could answer her Faye pressed a pale finger to your mouth “Before you say anything, yes I know I’m right. The question now is are you going to tell Eddie Munson – the Eddie Munson – that you’re totally bonkers for him? That you’re coo-coo banana toots in love with him?”

You let out a frustrated groan and bat your best friend’s hands away from you to cup your own face “I know you’re right! Jesus Fucking Christ on a motorbike!” You take a deep breath and compose yourself.

It’s now or never, Y/n.

You look up at your best friend with the biggest grin you can muster:

“I’m going!”

Faye launches herself into your arms for a giant hug. You both run off, arms linked together like you were six-years-old again about to cause some mayhem on the playground. Faye pulled found her keys in the pocket of her battle vest.

But you stop, causing Faye to trip over her two feet “Wait! What about my bike?”

The red head steals your keys, unlocks your bike, and runs to her car carrying the bike over her head “We’re not going to Zombie Todd’s House of Sin on a fucking bicycle, Y/L/N!”

[sapphirefallschronicles]

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - Where are they now #2 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Ever since Livia and Syverson announced the pregnancy, how are they doing?

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

It had been a crazy three days, but now the door is closed and we are hidden away from the hospital, nosy citizens of Sapphire Falls and it’s just the three of us. The three of us. 

‘We made this,’ I whisper, as I lean against the headboard while I stare at my lovely Sy, who’s holding the baby in his strong arms. ‘I can’t believe that.’

Sy smiles, catching himself getting choked up again. He did that in the hospital a few times already and when I woke up from a deep sleep after giving birth, I saw how he was gently holding our little Luke, whispering all kinds of sweet things to him, with the tears burning in his eyes. ‘Liv, I don’t think I can ever thank you enough.’

I start to chuckle. ‘Honey, you… You don’t have to thank me. This is a co-production.’

He carefully gets up from the edge of the bed and sits next to me, as Luke opens his eyes and takes us in. ‘If I cry again, will you ever take me seriously again?’

I nuzzle against his side, before kissing his cheek. I always take you seriously, Sy.’

●・○・●・○・●

‘You know,’ Liv says as I hold up my phone, ‘You resemble your sister when you take photography so seriously.’

I offer her a stern look. ‘Don’t say that.’

Chris and Abigail are visiting Sapphire Falls, meaning we finally have a trusted babysitter around. I don’t like other people around my baby, so whenever Liv and I want to go out for a date, we bundle up Luke and take him with us. He’s a very calm and sweet little baby, but to just stare at my Liv, it feels like a while ago.

‘You look beautiful,’ I tell her and she smiles. 

‘Sucking up to the model,’ she notes. ‘I see what you’re doing.’ 

After I took a few photos, I grab my chair and sit next to her. ‘I love you,’ I tell her, as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

●・○・●・○・●

‘Within two years, Caleb Syverson knocked me up again,’ Liv chuckles as she enters the bedroom. After putting Luke to bed–who insisted on having his mom kiss him goodnight–she steps on the bed and straddles my lap. ‘And not with one baby, but with two.’

I lovingly cradle her stomach. ‘I’m an overachiever.’

She smiles at me. ‘You better not freak out, like you did with Luke.’

‘I did not freak out with Luke.’

Livia cocks an eyebrow. ‘Honey, you totally freaked out. And that’s okay, it was our first time having a baby, but I would prefer it if you tried to stay calm. This time around I have to push out two.’

●・○・●・○・●

Finally Sy picks up. ‘Look look look,’ I say with a squeal, pointing the camera of my phone to our twins Felice and Jason as they walk ahead. ‘I bought them matching outfits.’

Sy does not match my enthusiasm. ‘Really? It looks like they are wearing school uniforms.’

‘That was the point! Sy, keep up, will ya?’ I call out the twins’ names and they stop walking, looking over their shoulders. 

‘They are so stinkin’ cute,’ Sy notes and when I look at my screen, I can tell he is lovingly staring at his. ‘You coming home any time soon? I miss you.’ He has been like this for a while now. With Luke going to kindergarten now, these two are a needed distraction. But we’ve been shopping and Sy’s been at the farm.

Sometimes it’s hard on him not having a kid around and I totally understand.

‘You two wanna go home?’ I ask them, once I caught up. ‘To dad?’

‘Yes!’ they both exclaim.

●・○・●・○・●

Livia sniffles as she looks at Luke. It’s a hard day today. While the twins aren’t starting kindergarten for another two months, this fella is going to first grade.

And that’s been hard on Liv. ‘I cannot believe this,’ she chokes out, ‘my first born going to school.’

She stares at Luke, her oldest son, who is leaving his kindergarten days behind. She clears her throat, before she walks over to him, holding his face in her hands. ‘Mom, what’s up?’ Luke asks her.

‘I am so proud of you, my darling,’ she whispers. ‘Oh, so proud of you.’

I can’t help but smile, as I see how Luke consoles his mother. From the two of us, Livia is the more emotional parent–though I’m softening up as the years go by. While these milestones make me incredibly proud, they make Livia a little sad. She reminds me of my mother, who always cried whenever Abigail and I started a new school year. 

Luke gives his mom a kiss on her cheek. ‘I love you, mom,’ he mumbles.

‘I love you too, my sweet boy.’

●・○・●・○・●

‘You really said copy paste with our kids, didn’t you?’ Sy notes as he stares at the picture of the twins. ‘Luke looks just like you. These two look like you.’

Livia turns to the side. ‘I pushed three kids Syverson size out of my vagina. The least they could’ve done is resemble me.’

Sy can’t help but chuckle. ‘Okay, that is true,’ he laughs.

●・○・●・○・●

‘Okay, okay, I’m ready!’ Livia says.

‘Mom, you look beautiful!’ little Felice says with a smile. ‘I wanna be like you when I grow up.’

Sy’s eyes have widened, a little in shock to see his wife like this. Normally she wears comfortable clothes as work around the farm does not permit you to wear designer clothes, but with date night around the corner, she went all out. 

While their sons Luke and Jason compliment their mom too, give her a hug and a kiss, Sy gets up from the couch and walks over to her. ‘For fuck’s sake, Liv,’ he mutters in her ear, loud enough for her to hear it, too soft for the kids. ‘Good thing Chris and Abigail are here, because we’re not coming home early tonight.’

Chris walks into the room and says: ‘Okay kids, hot chocolate in the kitchen with aunt Abigail.’

‘Bye mom, bye dad!’ they all exclaim, before rushing to the kitchen.

Chris cocks an eyebrow. ‘I can recognize that gaze from anywhere,’ he says. ‘If you’re quiet, the shed’s all yours.’

‘The shed is always all ours,’ Sy notes.

Chris chuckles. ‘Just keep it down a notch, okay?’

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

Uninformed opion: I'd usually say some type of mutt to play into the whole street dog vibe but if you're looking for a specific breed a Cane Corso could be a good option as they physically have a similar large/muscular build and verryyy intimdating aura. They have a strong and fearless guarding nature, which parallels his protecting of Crime Alley really well. And they're also quite intelligent dogs despite people kind of lumping them in with dopey giants (kinda like how alot of people think Jason is dumb even though he was canonly an overachiever in school *cough cough*).

Pic for reference :]

Serious and important question:

if Jason was a dog, what breed would he be?