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celestialula · 2 years

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Omg I love your blog so much!❤️

I've been dealing with Eddie Munson brainrot like most of the world rn and I have an idea for a request that has been giving me butterflies for the last few days:

Reader is from a high class family and is stuck in an arranged marriage type thing but her and Eddie have been secretly seeing each other. Eddie knows how much she hates the guy she's supposed to be marrying and on the day of the wedding, he busts in all hot and badass to rescue her and sweep her away from the life she so vehemently hates.

Other details/plot points can be up to you❤️

old money | eddie munson x fem!reader

pairing | eddie munson x fem! reader

summary | see request.

wordcount | 7.446 words

warnings | arranged marriage. shitty parents. rich!reader. cussing. mention of buying drugs. a bit of angst. lots of fluff. some hotness here and there (but is that really a warning?) eddie is in this last high school year, reader has already graduated.

a/n | thank you, dear anon, for your compliment and for requesting this lovely idea. I had lots of fun writing it and I really hope that you don’t mind the length, please let me know if it lives up to your expectation <3

In this cruel world of economic instability, tax fraud, inflation, and corruption some families coming from generational wealth had found it fit to make alliances through insider businesses and arranged marriages, and oftentimes, both at the same time, to keep and increase their power. Your family happened to be one of those families, making you not an individual, but just a number with a certain value.

Securing the family business and its wealth meant that every family member had to make sacrifices. If something happened to one person it affected the entire family. Thus, you weren’t allowed to make decisions for yourself, but rather in the name of your whole family, meaning there was more than one person who had a say in the matter. One such decision lay in the choice of your spouse. You were not allowed to date just anyone, let alone marry them. Your future spouse was assigned to you when you were two and he was six, and both your fathers’ were the best of business partners there had been. When you were sixteen, you got an engagement ring via letter, a heavy chunk, but nothing personal, just a sign that you were officially off the market.

Your preordained destiny made you infinitely bored with your life, until one day, you met him.

Growing up in those societies you never had to worry about meeting new people for your friendships throughout your life had been established from the beginning, always in the same circles. Same faces with different names. One of the people who belonged to your circle – you called them friends – had asked you on a random day after school, to buy drugs from his dealer on his behalf. You had agreed. Not because you’d been interested in attending their party afterward, much less to use those drugs for yourself, but if it meant that it lengthened your walk home, cutting through the routine, and gave you a break from your boredom, you were more than happy to do it.

That’s when you first met Eddie Munson in the woods, he seemed odd to you, you could tell at first glance because he was very different from the rest of your friends. His whole appearance was more forbidding than inviting, but you didn't let his appearance and his strange reputation irritate you. The Freak. That's what they had called him. You realized quickly that he labeled you as well because of your association with Jason Carver and the other privileged kids you hung out with.

You hadn’t trusted him, he hadn’t trusted you, and yet both of you had always remained friendly with each other. The conversations turned out to be incredibly interesting, which immediately captivated you. You got curious. The need to try to convince him that you weren't like the rest of your snob friends had awakened in you, and back then you hadn’t known why it had mattered so much for you, but later, you knew.

It all had started that day, and more was to grow from it.

You’d often met him on the school grounds and at some point, you’d even arranged to meet outside, but in all your time together, he never wanted you to pay for him, never accepted gifts from you, it had been just you and him, nothing else. Your laughter had never stopped then. You’d had fun, you’d felt alive, he’d brought out sides of you that you’d thought not to exist anymore.

You had fallen in love with this lively young man.

So intense that every time you saw him, your heart started beating wildly. Whenever he gave you a fleeting smile, it took your breath away and you thought you were going to suffocate. Your thoughts were full of him, all day and all night. You’ve never had such a strong need to be with someone.

You didn't care what all the others thought about him. You didn't care how different he was, yes that's what you started to love about him, his whole unique way. A smile had always crossed your lips when you’d coincidentally met his gaze across the cafeteria, when he’d enthusiastically told you about his upcoming D&D campaign, whenever he played you his newly composed song first, when he aimlessly drove around with you in his car at night, or when he just relaxed on your lap after a long day while listening to his favorite band's new album. He was completely different in a way that couldn't have been prettier because with all the quirks he showed over time he'd only gotten more interesting. He was complete in his uniqueness.

And yet no one officially knew about you, he was your secret, and you were his.

"The whole time, he was only talking about buying this and buying that!" you complained one day in Eddie’s trailer, opening a drawer and putting your jade bracelet inside a pair of socks before you closed the drawer again. You’d seen your fiancé only a couple of times, on social events or charity galas, and never did you exchange more than a few sentences with him, and when you did, he bored you to death, and you almost always were in a bad mood afterward.

"What did he want to buy so badly?" Eddie shouted back over the running water in the shower.

"I didn’t care to listen for the details but he said something about red racing cars." You shrugged your shoulders, knowing he couldn’t see you from the bathroom. "Oh, and of course, more stocks and some shares from a new company. God, I hate it!"

"Which company?" Eddie asked and he sounded interested, what angered you a bit.

"How would I know?!" Exasperated, you opened Eddie's closet and grabbed the farthest shirt you could find. Inside you packed three gold bracelets and put the top back in its original place.

"He’s your fiancé, after all, give that poor guy at least the bare minimum of your attention."

"Eddie, I swear, stop making fun of me, or else I’m gonna drown you in your own fucking shower!" you threatened when you stuffed some rings into his unworn shoes and hid them in his closet. Only hearty laughter was heard from the bathroom. At least one of you was amused by this situation. It had almost become a tradition that after every dinner with your fiancé's family the next morning, you'd go to Eddie's trailer to share your frustrations with him. He was all in for the gossip.

"Aw, angel face, devil thoughts. Noted," he commented in a provoking cute voice as you opened the drawer to his underwear.

"No, I mean it, after an excessive thirty-minute talk about polo, he had the audacity to come back to the first topic… the ups and downs of being a shareholder!" Thinking about it, made you feel uncomfortable again. "Right then, I wanted to…" you paused, thinking of an appropriate word, "I wanted to murder him."

You heard how the shower head turned off and an even louder laugh was heard.

"They say there’s nothing better than your girl rambling about the things she adores but they’re wrong," he said as he walked the short way from the bathroom back to his own room. "Her rambling about the things she hates cannot be topped- What are you doing with my underwear?" He raised an eyebrow and now inspected you suspiciously.

"Nothing much." You shrugged nonchalantly and closed the drawer again, knowing your sapphire necklace would be safe with his neon-colored boxers he never wore.

Eddie met your gaze in the same nonchalant way for a few seconds, the both of you not saying a word. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't have to swallow at the sight of his naked upper body, on which individual drops of water were placed like tiny pearls. Although he had brought a towel with him to dry his dripping hair, he hadn’t paid much attention to it for he had thrown it lazily on his shoulder. Only a white towel was wrapped loosely around his waist and it didn't look quite secure either. You didn't know if he noticed your ravenous stare, if he did he didn't respond until suddenly his eyes widened.

Theatrically, he grabbed his heart all of a sudden and flopped backward on his bed as if he had been stabbed. Lying on his back, he brought both his hands to his mouth as if holding a megaphone, and yelled, "Neighbors, to the rescue! I have a pervert as a girlfriend!"

"Shhh!" Panicking you waved your arms around, signaling him to be quiet.

"Hurry! Oh, neighbors! O wretched state! Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death."

"Eddie!"

With a smug smile, he rolled sideways on the bed and rested his head on one arm as he gave you an all-too-knowing look to which you responded with an eye roll.

"See?" With his other hand, he made a half motion as if about to bow to an imaginary audience. "This is why you love me. Otherwise, I’d be as boring as stock-market-guy and you’d be long gone."

Being reminded of that guy, made you groan in annoyance.

"Oof, he just wouldn’t stop talking about stocks," you winced at the thought of the horrific hours at dinner you had to endure with your parents and your official future-in-laws back in your house.

"That’s what I’m saying. You need to start appreciating the work I put in to keep you around, babe."

"Are you even listening to me?" you wanted to know honestly, making your way from standing in his room to where he was lying.

"Of course I do. Are you listening? I am here all hot and bothered, baby."

"It’s not funny, Eddie," you whined, flopping down face-first on his bed right next to him. "They say the wedding’s gonna be moved forward by a month." The thought of it made you groan into the bedsheets.

"Nah, they just say it like that, I wouldn’t interpret much into it." You threw him a look that would kill if it could.

"They want it to be done as soon as possible!" you argued.

"We all want things in life we cannot have."

You huffed, "Okay, so you’re either really not listening to me or you're just being sarcastic with me, and I hope neither’s the case because I don’t have the nerves for this right now."

"Babe," he sighed giving in, "seriously, you worry too much."

"And you worry too little!"

"It’s a coping mechanism." Smiling, he traced the rim of your lips with his index finger, "What’s your excuse?"

Sighing, you replied, "I worry for the both of us."

"Look," he looked all serious now, "your father is – what was that rich man’s name from that soap opera all housewife’s watch?"

"Huh?" You make a puzzled look at that.

"You know, the one we watched together a few times and I said that I imagine Harrington’s father to be exactly like him because they share the same surname. I forgot the name. Was it Blaine Harrington?"

"Ah," now you knew which tv character he was talking about, "you mean Blake Carrington."

"Yes!" He snapped his fingers excitedly at your right guess. "Your father is a Blake Harrington!" He announced proudly, somehow managing to still use the wrong surname but you couldn’t care less. "He somewhat is the head of a dynasty and he always gets what he wants. He wants a wedding between his daughter and a guy from Wall Street?" Eddie’s serious gaze met yours. "He will get it no matter what. That’s why we will have no chance with whatever plan we come up with right now."

"Don’t say that." With this statement, he had taken all your hope.

"I'm not saying our hands are tied forever, I'm just saying there's no point in creating a master plan at this point of time that's sure to fail either way."

"Don’t say that," you repeated, now pouting. Looking sad and frowning, you lowered your head and traced the pattern on Eddie's bedsheets.

"What do you want me to say, sad girl?" He lifted your chin with one finger and forced you to look at him again, the cute pout still on your lips.

"Say all is going to be good."

"All is going to be good." His lovely way made it difficult for you to continue pouting, you'd much rather wrap your arms around his neck and remain like that for hundreds of years.

"And that I don’t need to worry about anything at all," you added, still not finished pouting.

"You don’t need to worry about anything at all." You suppressed a smile that made its way to your lips. You looked longingly into his beautiful doe eyes.

"Cuddle me," you finally said which made him smirk but he did as he was told.

"C’mere." With his strong arms, he pulled you closer so you could rest your head comfortably on his bare chest and he wrapped a protective arm around you.

"Kiss me," you whispered dreamily on his skin.

"Where do you want to be kissed?" he asked back softly.

"Everywhere."

He leaned all the way into your ear and purred, "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

You looked up at him with a frown and cocked your head.

"Are you perhaps reading Shakespeare in your Englisch class?" This was the second time in a matter of minutes that he had quoted both Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet, it couldn't have been more blatant.

"Aye, M’lady."

You slapped him gently on his bare chest and rested your hand there to which he laughed heartily. That was your way of showing affection when you found him amusing.

"What?" he asked you, "Can a gentleman not express his eagerness to kiss his holy object of worship?"

Again you rolled your eyes at that statement and were about to say something when he leaned forward and kissed you on your open mouth, making you sigh pleasurably into the kiss.

"My angel," he whispered against your lips.

"My sweet heaven," you whispered back the same way, teasing him and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"My angel," he repeated and licked over your lower lip, "Never worry when I’m by your side." Then he took your lips back in his and you felt his warmth spread through your whole body.

Maybe he was right, maybe everything would turn out well on its own, maybe there was nothing to worry, unless–

everything turned out differently than expected.

Several weeks later, you'd invited Eddie to a picnic date in the park. Part of you wanted to spend quality time with your boyfriend, but another part wanted to talk about your upcoming wedding. It was only a few weeks until then and you still hadn't made a plan to cancel that day. Every time you brought up the subject, Eddie found ways to sidestep it and take your mind off things. While it was cute how he didn't want you to worry, with the time pressure, it was only too appropriate to start thinking seriously. Today you would confront him again and not let go until you had a reasonable idea of how to escape from the madness, you were sure of it.

You were sitting in a floral summer dress on a light blue picnic blanket in a secluded part of a small park. Nobody came here, you and Eddie had been testing that on many occasions, be it day or night so that you could meet here undisturbed on the beautiful summer day and let the day fade away.

"Hey, babe, doesn’t it look beautiful?" you greeted when you saw him approaching.

With expectant eyes, you gestured to the picnic basket and the goodies you had already spread on the blanket while waiting for him.

"I even made the sandwiches by myself," you announced proudly, remembering how Eddie told you about his favorite sandwich combination.

"Oh and I also cut the fruits," you added, "But the rest is made by our maid, I hope you don’t mind, there was way too much food in the fridge and nobody will notice that I took some snacks for us," you smiled sweetly, "You definitely need to try this dip, it’s so good, trust me." You pointed at the food one after the other on different plates. You just started talking, while you had your eyes on the serving plates and pointed to each one with your hands while you wanted to euphorically explain to him what you had packed for your lunch together. But when you noticed that he still hadn't sat down next to you, but was standing next to you without a word, you looked up and stopped suddenly when you saw his facial expression.

His expression was unreadable. He seemed lost in thought and... pissed off?

"Don’t you want to sit down?" You asked him softly, patting the blanket next to you.

"I’m good." You weren't used to the coldness in his voice. Besides, he hadn’t even looked at you when he’d spoken, his gaze seemed fixed on the picnic blanket.

Frowning, you rose to your feet and smoothed your dress, which had slipped slightly up.

"Is everything okay?" you asked quietly and wanted to put your hand on his upper arm, but he brushed it off. Something was definitely not okay.

"You tell me," he answered, jaw clenched.

"I don’t understand, Eddie," you shook your head confusedly, "what’s wrong?"

He took a deep breath and then looked into your eyes. As with his voice, there was something icy in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"I asked you only for one thing in our relationship: Don’t bring your family’s wealth between us."

"Yes, and I never did." His statement confused you more than it should.

"No presents. No money," he continued listing and you nodded.

"Yes, but why are you upset all of a sudden?"

"Y/n" The seriousness in his voice made you look up. "I made it very clear that I don’t want your money, and I especially don’t want your parent’s money."

"It’s my father's money actually," you corrected humorously, in the hopes of loosening up the tension, "saying 'parents' wouldn’t be right since my mother never worked a day in her life." And neither did you.

He clenched his jaw again, obviously not in the mood to laugh.

"But that’s not the point, I assume," you added after noticing that his face hadn’t softened one bit. "We don’t talk about money here. It's that I hid my jewelry, so what?"

"So what?" he repeated after you disbelievingly, "One piece of that golden bracelet is probably worth more than my entire home," he seriously drew your attention to the matter, "You should’ve asked, y/n."

"You would've said no."

"You knew this and still did it?" His nostrils flared up. You realized he was slowly getting really mad at you.

"I did it for us," you justified.

"For us? My uncle found your emerald earrings hidden precisely in the back of the spice cabinet."

You didn't say anything to that. You had hoped that this hiding place would remain untouched since no one at Eddie’s had ever used the spiced cabinet.

"He asked me whether I started stealing or pimping now."

"What did you say?" you wanted to know.

"I lied, what else? And I know he knows. He probably thinks I’m part of a robbery."

"I’m sorry," you said sincerely, "I didn’t mean to cause any trouble between you and your uncle. It’s just-"

"It’s just what, y/n?"

"I-" You were lost for words.

"I did it for us," you claimed confidently, emphasizing every single word, even if he didn't want to hear that sentence. "What else do you expect me to do, huh? After you graduate in a few weeks, we both will leave this town to start new, leaving everything behind, how do think life works? We can’t start anywhere without some financial security." You couldn’t think of better financial security than your jewelry. Maybe you really should have asked Eddie first before you started hiding individual pieces of jewelry in his trailer, but honestly: his trailer was the best hiding place and you were more than happy to invest in your future together.

"Maybe we shouldn’t," he muttered under his breath.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn’t matter anyway," he shrugged his shoulders, "I gathered every piece of jewelry you left at my place - at least the ones I could find - and put it with an envelope in your mailbox." You had hoped you had misheard. Your eyes threatened to pop out of your skull at what he told you.

"You did- What?!" You yelled, your hand clapping in front of your mouth in shock. "Are you insane? How could you do that? Oh my- What if someone saw you?"

"I guess that should’ve crossed your mind when you decided to do something without asking me in the first place."

"Oh is that what this is about?" Your blood boiled with anger. "A stupid punishment method so I can learn from my mistakes?"

He down to you, "Accept that it’s not meant to be."

"What are you talking about? At least I do something, I plan. What do you do? Nothing. You just tell me not to worry and destroy what I worked for."

"I keep you from making a mistake!"

"What mistake?" You gritted your teeth, looking at him questioningly

His gaze dropped, hurt in his eyes, "Us."

Your heart dropped suddenly when you realized what he was talking about. You wanted to be angry at him, but you couldn’t ignore the direction your argument went.

"Why do you say such nonsense?" you asked him in an upset voice, "No, please," you shook your head in disbelief, "No, don’t say that."

Eddie shook his head, laughing bitterly at himself, "I’m in love with you, y/n, even if you’re stubborn at times, that’s why I‘m in love with you." You couldn't be happy about his confession because you knew where it would lead. "But-" He took a deep breath.

"Don’t say it," you pleaded softly with tears picking in your eyes.

"All this doesn’t save us," your heart crunched at the thought. "Years later, I don't want to hear that I've put you off your happiness. That I'm the reason you left your fiancé. That I’m the one who convinced you to hide your jewelry. Honestly, y/n, you have a bright future ahead of you with a man who can provide for all your worries and wishes. With him your happiness is certain. That person is not me. With me… I can’t guarantee what tomorrow brings." He stopped himself, one hand clenched into a fist.

"That’s bullshit!" you interrupted him angrily.

"Being with me is a risk I can't ask you to take," he underlined his statement.

"No! No, I don’t accept that, Eddie!" You put your hands on his broad shoulders. That simple touch already messed you up. Once again you had to realize how engaging his closeness was. "I did that myself. I only ask for your support."

"You always have my support. But you need to start on your own. You need to face your family on your own and you need to defend your rights. I can’t- I won’t part you from your family unless you take the first step. This is a path you must walk yourself."

"Okay," you agreed, "fine. So let’s- let’s just try okay? Try to think of a plan." You nodded your head and tried to form a smile.

"There is no plan." You didn't expect to feel a sharp pain in your chest when he said that. "I want you to be happy."

"Please." It was barely louder than a gust of wind. The words choked in your throat before you could even say them. It must have sounded pathetic, you were sure. Your desperation was clearly audible, while you were still looking at your counterpart, his black hair glistened slightly in the sunshine, and that was the last thing you remembered from that day.

Your heart bled because the pain you felt was unbearable. The doubts about yourself and your future plans grew from day to day, they grew and seemed to have no end. You had wished Eddie would take your worries and burn them to ashes, but you had been wrong. In an attempt to escape your fate, you had burned yourself. You had placed too much hope in one person. That's what made you suffer. He was just responsible for most things in your life. For everything good, but also for the opposite. You couldn't help but project all your anger and disappointment that you felt at your screwed-up family onto him. It wasn't fair to him, but you couldn't help yourself in your desperation. This realization drove you further and further into the seemingly endless emptiness in your life and heart. You had hoped he would become the good, the future, the happiness, a new chance in your previously loveless life. But the only thing you had left was more suffering for more than a week now.

You were caught between your feelings.

You crouched on the cold floor, a thin white blanket wrapped around you. You didn't care what would happen to you. Nothing in this world could comfort you because you didn't know what to do with yourself. Your situation seemed hopeless. Hot tears slowly ran down your cheeks and dripped onto the wooden floor, which was covered with wedding magazines that your mother brought to your room every day. Or individual pages that were torn out angrily because the perfect models reminded you too much of your mother's glamor or your father's charisma. The people who were to blame for everything you were feeling in the moment. They were responsible, and not Eddie. You whimpered again at that fact, your heart tightening bitterly.

You wept bitterly again, echoing right through that empty room. You were all alone in this room, all alone in this house, all alone in this entire world. It was dark and the stars could be seen through the window as well as the moon which was full today. It shone in the room where you couldn't walk without tripping over one of the numerous magazines and wedding dresses.

Only you cast shadows in the suffocating room. You pulled the blanket closer because it was bitterly cold – not the temperature in the room, but your insides. Your face must have looked awful, it was stained with tears and your eyes that were so full of life were empty. Your gaze was infinitely empty.

Finally, the day of days came around. Although every cell in your body fought against it, you stood in front of the large mirror in the bridal room next to where your wedding was supposed to take place. Everybody who was anybody, all the movers and shakers in and around Hawkins were invited to this pompous wedding in the town's biggest and oldest church. Not because your family was overly religious, but because they had to keep up appearances and the prestige that came with it; not to forget the aesthetics.

At noon soft cashmere and strong cologne took over Hawkins under white sunshine – the perfect summer day. And even so, the birds chirping were a constant alarm in your ears, the bright colors of your guests’ most extravagant clothes served as warning signs, the outside temperature indicating a first taste of the hell that would soon be your life.

You appreciated the short time you were given alone in the bridal room because everyone else had last organizational tasks to do, as gradually all the guests gathered inside the church and took their places.

In the bridal room, you took one last look at the full-length mirror in front of you. For weeks, a dozen people, most notably your mother, had been bugging you with all the wedding preparations. You've had to try on more wedding dresses than you've seen in your entire life. Your hair had been styled in a variety of ways. The most elaborate makeup looks had been tried on you to the point where you’ve no longer had recognized yourself. At the end of the day, you were even happy to be allowed to wear natural makeup and a long wedding dress with a rather decent design. Yes, allowed. 'Cause like a doll you'd been dragged from place to place, from look to look. At least you were satisfied with the results concerning your appearance, even if you wished for other actors in your personal nightmare. You would have no objection to an exchange of the groom for example.

You sighed sadly as you ran your finger over your reflection.

"Why that face, angel?" You jumped at that voice, turning around harshly, almost knocking out the table next to you.

Your breath caught when you realized you weren't alone in the room and you couldn't believe your eyes when you realized who this person was, for in front of you was –

Eddie

Fucking

Munson.

Looking smoking hot, be noted. The smirk never leaving his lips, he leaned at the frame of the closed door behind him. You took in his appearance. Black attire as if he’d attend a funeral. He had taken off his black leather jacket and had instead thrown it over his shoulder. The black shirt he wore was hugging his torso just right. Thanks to the rolled-up sleeves you could see parts of the tattoos on his arms. He had gotten inked early in his youth, and of course, he had designed and done tattoos himself as well. He was gifted with his hands; in many ways.

Focus, you told yourself.

You debated with yourself whether you should address your most recent conversation right at the beginning, or whether you should greet him first, or alternatively, whether you should start by asking him how the hell he got into this room.

But instead, you said, "Sometimes I forget how hot you are."

"Can’t say the same." Your smile faltered. Right. He had every right to be angry at you. One compliment obviously didn’t change it. But his next words surprised you.

"I remember very well how hot you are. And trust me," he walked over to you as you took a step back until you could feel the cold glass of the mirror behind you, trapping yourself between him and the mirror. Casually, he leaned forward, putting a hand on the said mirror next to your face, and placing his lips very close to your ear, whispering, "I tried to forget."

On purpose, he brushed his lips against yours innocently as he moved away slowly. You held back a moan, not wanting him to see how desperately you wanted him.

"And seeing you in your wedding dress," as he walked backward his gaze caressed you from top to bottom, making you shiver. "Believe me when I say I’m very hot and bothered right now."

Just the way he looked at you turned you on harder than any other person before. You had missed him so much. His voice. His scent. That special look in his eyes that literally undressed you.

"Eddie," you looked at him, a bit of melancholy mirrored in your gaze, but you couldn’t help yourself at the thought of what had happened between you, "I am sorry."

He shook his head quickly, "There is nothing for you to apologize for," he interrupted. "I’m well aware of your kind intentions."

"But I need to say it," you insisted and he let you do it. "It’s just- I thought it was a great idea. Selling my jewelry, I mean. Which – I admit – were bought from my father’s money, but at the end of the day they’re my belongings, you know," you explained honestly, "And I tried to explain to you that day that I saw it as a chance to break free from my father’s money and do something on my own."

You hesitated. He nodded for you to continue, so you did. "And I was hoping you would do that with me until-"

"I left-" He completed your sentence for you.

"Yes." He didn't say anything to that for a long time. What else should he say on the big day of your wedding? Congratulate you on marrying a strange man you couldn’t stand one bit? It was too late. Fate wasn’t on your side.

"Forgive me," you heard him say all of a sudden and you looked up from the ground just to see him walking two strides before you found yourself in his arms. You returned the hug dearly, inhaling his intoxicating scent, trying to make up for the time lost. "I’ve said things I shouldn’t have said. I'm sorry to have left you alone, and I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner."

"Stop with the sorry’s," you replied, hugging him harder, "You were right, I made some mistakes but you were none of them." The longing had gripped you completely, the fire blazed more and more in you. You've never loved anyone so deeply, you've never wanted anyone more. Your chest began to heave violently, just sucking in more of his scent. The seconds passed felt like hours.

"I let this pass only because we have little time left, but I will make it up to you, I promise," he pushed you slightly away from you to look into your eyes. "Given, you want me to."

"I don’t understand. What are you up to?"

"Let me ask you three questions."

"Okay."

"Do you want to marry that guy in there?" He nodded his head towards the door. You made a disgusted face.

"No!"

He grinned, "Wanna elope with me then?"

You scanned his body language unsure if he was bullshitting.

"Isn’t it a little late for that? Everyone in there will see us. I don’t even know how you managed to come here. I have so many questions, Eddie." He took your face in his hands, making you stop talking; his gaze wandering between your eyes and your lips.

"Do you trust me?" he asked you seriously, raising both his eyebrows.

"Don't ask me questions you know the answers to," you replied with the same amount of seriousness to which he cracked a smile.

"Alright, then. I want you to go out there and be the hottest bride anyone has ever seen."

"What?!"

"See? That’s why I asked whether you trusted me or not."

"I do trust you, Eddie," you set straight, "I trust you more than anyone, even more than I trust myself but… I can’t… I just… go out there? When you were just talking about eloping with you? How is this supposed to help?" you stammered nervously.

His right hand wandered to your shoulder where he stroked your exposed skin calmingly, and with the other, he played with the tip of a strand of your hair that had fallen forward. "Just play along, babe, will you?"

You sighed in surrender and nodded, although you still felt a little uneasy in your stomach.

"I promise it’ll all work out," he assured again. His hand on the doorknob, he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead and then disappeared out the door, leaving you more confused and nervous than before.

If you didn't have an audience and weren't holding the hand of that snob, you were sure you would have been biting your nails by now. You trusted him. You trusted Eddie and his words. But the tension wouldn't let you rest. Especially not if you were already standing in front of the altar and were only minutes away from saying yes to the man you didn’t want.

Where was he? What was his plan? Did he want you to go through with the marriage? It really couldn’t be it.

"… to love, honor, and protect her through sunshine and shadow alike,"

You were about to pass out.

Eddie, what the fuck is your fucking plan?

"...keeping yourself unto her alone,"

The man addressed – you weren't even sure if he was listening to the pastor – didn’t look at you, but instead looked past you to your bridesmaid, whom he impudently checked out. If there weren't so many witnesses, you'd be sure to make a gagging sound at the face he put on.

"...until death shall separate you?"

He somehow managed to direct his gaze back to you and answered with an arrogant "I do."

Your head snapped to the pastor as you heard your name and knew what was to follow. There was no more time left. It was now or never. You couldn't and didn't want to wait for a sign, because it was high time that you took your destiny into your own hands and stood up for yourself no matter the consequences.

"Do you intend to take this man, whose hand you hold, to be your lawful wedded hus-" Suddenly you let go of the man's hand in front of you as if you had burned yourself from his touch. He looked at you like you'd gone mad. There was a murmur from the crowd.

The pastor cleared his throat, "Y/n, please join hands."

You were determined not to do so. Instead, you grabbed your dress, pulled it up slightly so you could at least see your feet, and wordlessly took a step onto the stair below you, leaving the altar. Just as you expected a babble of voices, there was a loud bang from outside, causing heads to turn around and some to gasp in shock. Your body reflexively winced at the noise. Before you had time to identify the sound, a second bang was heard. Loud. Echoing. As if the clerestory windows were vibrating. And then many consistent little cracking sounds were heard as well, alternating with more bangs. Something was happening out there and it didn't sound good at all. It had taken a total of twenty seconds before the first angry scream was heard and the guests all got up frantically. Some curled up in their seats while others rushed toward the double door exits to get outside as quickly as possible. As for you, you were frozen in motion and trying to get as much out of your surroundings as possible to better estimate danger. Running out might not be a good option as that's where the commotion came from. So you thought until your eyes met a pair of warm brown orbs.

Relaxation settled in your bones, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. The grin on his face quickly revealed that he was the cause of the chaos. The way he nonchalantly leaned against the concrete pillar and ignored the panicked wedding guests who rushed to leave the place as soon as possible; he had definitely something to do with it. That had to be your cue.

Between the people running and screaming around, the loud bangs from outside, the strong smell that reminded you of New Year's Eve, and the stifling heat, you walked towards Eddie down the aisle with certainty and big strides until your faces were only mere inches apart.

"Hi," he grinned happily like a little child on Christmas morning.

"Hi," you bit your lower lip, melting under his intense gaze.

And that's all you needed as you locked your hands and ran from the ceremony. Unlike everyone else, however, you took the side rear exit and not the main exit. So it was easy for you to walk around the church, past other buildings, and straight into the adjacent woods where no one would follow you because it would take a long time for them to notice your absence.

"Wow, that was fucking awesome!" he shouted euphorically when you arrived at a kind of lonely clearing and reduced your speed.

Immediately you grabbed his black shirt and pulled him to you with all the strength you still had. His hair fell across your face as you nuzzled in his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. All the tension of the weeks let go. When you felt his hand on your lower back, you pulled him even closer to feel his whole body against yours. Now you could clearly perceive his warmth, you could also feel his heartbeat, which was beating at least as wild as yours. You looked up from his chest only to see that he was already looking down at you. You looked deep into his dark big eyes. That closeness was intoxicating, feeling him so close to you took you into another world when it was just mere contact with his body. It felt forbidden-good.

"Y-" He didn't get any further when he opened his mouth to speak this time, for you had already pressed your lips to his, thus stifling his next words. No, that touch wasn't gentle and careful. The kiss was rough and fierce, expressing all the longing you felt. Your breathing quickened again at this contact, but it wasn't just you that felt the same way, Eddie's breathing seemed to become more uncontrolled as well. It immersed you in something that you couldn't let go of. You were a prisoner of yourself and Eddie alone was your key to your freedom, and so much more.

You let go of his shirt and pulled away from him, breathing heavily. There was no need for words, his features had lost any usual expression. Because you now clearly saw the longing in his eyes. That look of his said more than he could and would ever say. A feeling grew in you. You wanted him for yourself, all by yourself. Addiction took hold of you, you wanted more, much more.

Your next thoughts were interrupted. His right hand touched your left cheek unsteadily and gently, drawing a small sigh of comfort from you as the cold metal of his rings met your hot skin. His fingertips brushed your cheek gently as if he were afraid you would flinch if he increased the touch. His lips were now beginning to form a small, intrigued smile. He obviously liked it that you sighed like that. That he caused this reaction in you. You closed your eyes and continued to enjoy his loving touches extensively.

"Marry me." His soft voice broke the silence and your heart started pounding harder in your chest. It was no question but a statement and you remembered how you wanted him not to ask any questions whose answers he knew already. But you were only too willing to answer this one.

"Yes," you breathed with glistening eyes.

He chuckled under his breath, and you swear you could see the stars in his eyes.

"If we hurry, we can still make it to our appointment at the registry office."

"Our appointment?"

"Henderson helped me organize a rather last-minute thing," he explained sheepishly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "You like it?"

But of course, you liked it! Why was he still asking this, after all, he noticed everything immediately anyway, so why this question now? Just his touch alone took you to a place you always wanted to be, it filled you with bliss and gave you a promise of a better tomorrow. It went without saying that the appointment at the registry office appealed to you; you being only one small step away from being the woman at his side forever, from being Mrs. Munson.

You were about to answer and opened your mouth slightly, but when you felt his index finger on your lower lip, you stopped. Why did he interrupt you now? Shortly after that gentle touch, he lifted his finger from your mouth to lean forward a little. His warm, soft lips wiped away any doubts that might have arisen in your mind. Immediately you let out another satisfied sigh, with which you wanted to show him again that you liked it very much. You loved to return his kiss, which your heart was looking forward to. Your senses were on another level, this strong feeling made you completely light-headed and showed you that love could be something so wonderful.

After all, you were his angel and he was your sweet heaven; your sweet heaven and your doe-eyed future.

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algumaideia · 1 year

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Leo's arc: Queerness

There are a lot of reasons why Leo's ending wasn't good, but the queer themes of his character make the heteronormative conclusion even worse.

I'm not exactly saying that Leo was queer coded, but there is a lot of queer experiences in his story. Not to say that what I'm going to discuss is a universal queer experience.

Starting with his complicated relationship with his masculinity. I know that being a queer man can make you feel disconected from your masculinity (my source is one internet friend and one youtuber). And Leo doesn't really like how his masculinity presents.

For Leo, good masculinity is the one that Percy and Jason have. They are strong, super powered, the hero type from movies that gets the girl in the end. Leo is very distant from this and this clearly bother him and gives him insecurities. It is important to note how this view of masculinity make women important, as both Jason and Percy are liked by girls in their life and are dating girls (i'm not saying they are straight).

In my humble opinion this disconnection from masculinity comes from the fact that his specific view of masculinity is very attached to heterosexuality: having a girlfriend, being a man's lady, making sexual comments about girls, plus whatever the hell straight boys do.

So if you feel other types of attraction of no attraction it can be pretty easy to feel disconected to masculinity, as those attitudes are an integral part of the masculinity you must seek.

And within his insecurities about his manliness, Leo almost seems to overcompasate when it is about the ladies. Which I find interisting is that he "falls in love" but quickly forgets every girl he meets. (I also think it is interisting that he doesn't seem to have type and just fall randomly in love. He is like wow this lady is traditionally beautiful gonna have a crush on her. But maybe that is 10/10 allo behavior wouldn't know). A thing that those girls have in common is that they don't really match with him and they are never girls he could pursue a relationship with.

And I'm not here to say that Leo's attraction to girls is not legitimate and we should ignore that he feels attraction to girls because it is convinient for my headcanon and reading. It is just that there is something about the way he is written that makes this whole situation not feel straight, but not that it erases his attraction to girls.

There is this line in Grande Sertão Veredas that I think summorizes how I feel about Leo's crushes:

"But I give you my word, I was very much of a man, and fond of women"

Riobaldo says this when he is talking about his love for Diadorim, another man.

In my eyes this is the logic between Leo's crushes. He is a guy and therefore he has crushed in beautiful girls. Riobaldo does feel attraction for women, but he also feels like his attraction for Diadorim strips him a little of his masculinity.

And there is also the fact that Leo feels left out among his friends in "straight relationships" (I'm not calling anyone straight). Always the odd one, not fitting in the heteronormativity. Queer, weird.

There is also the themes of self-acceptance in his story, because as I said Leo feels very insecure about himself and who he is which is a feeling that many queer people experience, feeling like you are wrong. Leo never gets to really have an ending for this problem (and the others) so it feels like his ending in this series is just his arc taking longer to finish.

And this brings up my last point. Leo's ending should not have been a traditional, usual one, the boy getting the girl, almost as a compensation for his actions. The fact that a traditional and expected ending in most stories are not for him, but that rather should have been unconventional because his situation is different than most stories seems pretty queer for me. Specially if we look through aspec lens and how friendship would have been a good ending for Leo.

So, my conclusion is that Leo's ending was a big win for amatonormativity and heteronormativity. I also probably read too much in these parts of his story and overlooked the actual queer ones...

#leo valdez #hoo #rick riordan critical #i'm going to talk about in another post how the relationship didn't solve any of his problems with loneliness

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Do you ever think about the idea of Jason being so repressed and in denial about liking men the he marries a girl, has 2.5 kids and is firmly convinced he's straight until years later he's divorced and one of his kids comes out and Jason tries to tell him "oh don't worry its normal to have fantasies of men but that doesn't mean you're gay" and then his kids are like 😮 and the other son says "dad I've literally never had an attraction to men, thats not a straight thing" but Jason still doesn't fully believe it. He wants to at least try to be supportive of his kid but he has a lot to unlearn so he goes to a pflag meeting and that's where he crosses paths with Eddie again and has his sexual awakening as an adult in the late 00's/early 2010. Like so much angst of all the years he was repressing everything but also the struggle to explore when you're in your late thirties/early forties and the gay club is filled with 20 somethings who have more experience than you, I mean he'd need someone like Eddie, someone with more experience in the local lgbt scene to help guide him

Wow, Anon, thanks for hurting my feelings 🥲

The worst part is Jason would refuse for a little while that his kid is gay until he realises he’s losing his son because of his own prejudice and decides to learn more. Goes to meetings and talks to other parents of gay kids, the gay kids and older queers who come to share their own experiences.

Then one day, it clicks and his entire life would probably fall apart honestly. He’d end up in a divorce with his wife, who’s only kind enough to allow him partial custody despite her scorn at being stuck in a loveless marriage for decades (he does love her, dearly, just not the way they had wanted. Maybe a few years down the road she’ll forgive him and they’ll realise they truly are platonic soulmates, but for now it hurts).

He’d move out, pays for anything his children and ex wife need still because he does love them dearly, but she can’t have him there while she mourns their relationship.

It’s probably after he moves out that his kids still to get a peak at who their dad really is, and Jason is a good dad when he starts to unpack all the toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia. He’s too scared to join the dating pool, but shortly after the divorce, he bumps into Eddie again at a meeting and it’s crazy to think Jason’s like him now. Kind of a freak. It’s daunting for Jason who’s confronted with the boy he used to scorn, who’s now…very much a man. Older. A tad scruffier. Still has long hair but tied back often, greys peaking through that he admits to dyeing with a chuckle.

It’s an awkward, tentative friendship on Jason’s side, but Eddie is happy to put the past behind them because he’s been in Jason’s shoes. That stage where you know but you’re scared of what that means, nervous to explore it. He sticks to Jason’s side like glue for months, teaching him little things that keep him closer to his kid, helps him understand, until eventually he invites Jason out to a gay club. Just to check out the scene, see if it’s for him.

A few younger gay guys approach Jason, because he’s older and standing next to Eddie who’s a frequent visitor (people love him because he can talk about anything for ages to make you comfortable or take you back to his place for crazy fun. The duality is a part of his charm). It’s apparent to Jason quickly that younger isn’t his type and he’s not really interested in being any twenty somethings ‘Daddy’ when he has his own kids at home who he cooks for most nights and helps with homework.

Mostly, he just feels out of place. It’s loud and the music isn’t his taste and it’s humid. He feels dressed down and awkward, sipping a scotch, and he just…doesn’t fit in. He’s too old for the scene and it strangely makes him want to cry because he would have enjoyed this when he was younger. Loud music and bumping and grinding. Liked it well enough at non-gay clubs with his friends.

He missed out on so much because he couldn’t accept himself, but he got a life with a good wife and three amazing children at least. He wishes he knew earlier, to save them all the heartache, but he could never regret his life when it gave him his kids who he adored.

Eddie takes Jason back home after that, and they drink cheap beer and watch TV instead and that’s good. Jason likes that. He’s older and he likes watching TV on his day off. Likes watching it with a cold beer and with Eddie’s arm pressed against his.

He falls asleep there and neither make a big deal out of it. It’s natural. They’re older, wearier, and falling asleep while watching TV is nice. Especially with each other.

Maybe they make a routine out of it. Jason goes to Eddie’s place when he doesn’t have the kids, goes there so often that his stuff starts to migrate their on accident until Eddie suggests Jason just move in, Eddie’s got more than enough space for the kids. Hell, Eddie likes Jason’s kids, they like him, the eldest thinks his music is amazing even if he retired from touring just two years prior. They’re still making music, but CDs are a hit and their knees need a break, so shows have become less necessary.

They aren’t even dating, they just share a place because it’s easier. They share a bed sometimes because Jason gets lonely and slept with a body beside him for almost two decades.

They’re friends. Teetering out of friends slowly with the way Jason looks at Eddie when he spills his coffee on his freshly washed white shirt, or with the way Eddie smiles when Jason snores against his shoulder after dozing off during a movie.

Either way, Jason’s not gonna be alone. He’s got Eddie to guide him through this new life, the complexities of it. He’ll teach him everything he wants to know about queer love, about pride and history, about sex that makes him feel complete rather than finished.

Eddie gets the kids and maybe even husband he never thought he wanted, and Jason gets the love he never knew he needed.

Jason’s in good hands, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s in Jason’s too; and they feel strangely safe despite it all.

#eddie munson #jason carver #munver #older munver is <3 #fluff #so much fluff #sorry couldn’t help myself sksks #old men in love <3 #TigerFreak

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Chapter - 2

As we were walking down the street, Grover began explaining the situation. Quite frankly he said a lot of things but none of it really went through to my head.

I was lost in thought when a pair of fingers snapped in front of my face making me stop abruptly, "Elenora Grace, were you even listening to a word I've been saying now for the past half an hour??" Dramatic much?

I swear to the Gods, Grover can be really sassy when he needs to be...I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose,

"Yeah Grover, I'm sorry I just spaced out....", he looked at me sympathetically.

"Are you still thinking about them?" I felt tears well up at the thought.

I nodded my head. Grover wordlessly wrapped his arms around me & we silently stood there as I cried into his shoulder.

That's the beauty of our friendship, we don't always need words to know what the other is thinking...we just understand each other.

I was thinking about....my family. My mom was a T.V scarlett, she would act for ads & T.V shows. 'Was' because she's dead. She got addicted to drinking & died in a car crash.

My older sister Thalia Grace. She died four years ago. She & two of her friends Luke & Annabeth were headed to camp.

They were about to be overrun by monsters but Thalia decided to stay back to defend the others.

Lastly my twin brother Jason Grace, we were inseparable & always knew what the other was thinking about.

He went missing when we were just four years old. I've never seen him since...but a part of me knows he's still alive somewhere out there...

When we pulled away, Grover began acting like a whiny baby goat.

"Well that's just great, now you've ruined my favourite shirt." He complained.

"Shut up you crybaby" I joked.

"Says the one who soaked my shirt with her tears just five minutes ago." I rolled my eyes & glared at him, his eyes widened.

"Okay, okay fine. I'm sorry." He put up his hands in surrender.

I smiled satisfied with his reaction & walked on ahead. He jogged to catch up to me.

"Okay...now are you gonna tell me about that demigod kid?" I asked him. He looked at me in a weird way.

I punch his shoulder, "Oww! What's that for?"

"It's for the kind of ideas that are going through your head right now."

"Harsh! But guilty as charged...", he said. I rolled my eyes in response...

"But he's so damn cute, I'll admit. He might even be your type." He said suggestively raising his eyebrows.

Cue another punch to his shoulder.

"Ow, ow, oww!" I saw his expression & burst out laughing so hard I fell onto the asphalt.

"Oh gods! You're such a drama queen. You should've seen the look on your face. It was absolutely priceless." I said.

"Yeah, yeah..laugh all you want." He tried to look mad at me but I saw him fighting a smile.

He really was my true best friend...

When I finally recovered from my laughter episode we continued walking.

Grover told me that his name was Percy Jackson & he was twelve the same age as me.

According to Grover he had a really strong scent(Yeah..satyrs identify demigods by their godly scent..sounds weird I know...) that could only mean one thing...Oh gods...

We shared a look & hoped we were wrong.

"We headed to the museum and Percy was called into a room by Mrs. Dodds our math teacher who was actually a kindly one in disguise." the kindly one was a fury.

"What in the hades was a kindly one doing at a school??", I questioned.

"I have absolutely no idea Nora...", he said

"The next moment Chiron had to rush over & give him a sword because according to Mrs. Dodds something was stolen....by Percy. So she tried attacking him." He said.

Dad's lightning bolt was stolen, he told me about it in the dream I had two days ago, & that I had to find out who stole it.

How was it possible for someone to steal such a powerful weapon? I wonder if it was....him?

But he'd never do something like that...right?

"After he killed her we just wiped everyone's memories because we wanted to convince him that what he saw wasn't real".

"So, did it work?...was he convinced?". He shook his head in response.

"He ran off, I had asked him to wait for me by the bus stop on the way back but...."

I facepalmed and sighed in disbelief.

"We have to find him", I mean how hard could it be....?

"But...where is he now?" I asked Grover.

"I..don't know...." he trailed off.

"What do you mean you don't know??" he flinched at my tone.

"You were supposed to follow him!" I said.

"That's why I need your help.." he said giving me a sheepish smile.

Along with the power of lightning and flight, I have the power of mind control, telekinesis & telepathy. I can even see glimpses of the future. Pretty cool right?

I sighed as I grabbed Grover's hand and pulled him into a nearby alley.

I couldn't be mad at him even if I wanted to...

I asked Grover to give me something that belonged to Percy. He gave me a flower ring.

I gave him a questioning gaze but he shrugs. I layed it on the ground & concentrated.

I've never actually seen what I look like when I'm using my powers. Grover says my eyes glow & my hair turns to a shade of blue.

I focused & felt myself getting transported to a beach side house.

This place looked really familiar...of course it was the cabin in Montauk...the one I used to go to all those years ago...

I let go of the ground & felt dizzy, instantly felt a pair of arms steadied me in place.

I return the ring & tell Grover what I saw. We take a taxi. It would take us three hours to get there. This was gonna be a long ride....

(A/N): This is what her hair and eyes look like in the scene mentioned above.

A pic of the ring that belongs to Percy, which Grover gives Nora to help her find him. You will find out soon why he has it.

Just in case your wondering who Nora had addressed as 'him'.

It isn't Percy. You're gonna find out at the end of the book. Buut...I'll give you a hint. It's someone she knows. I did say she could the future right? ;)

Link for the 3rd chapter is here.

Link for the prev chapter.

Comment, like & share.

Take care my lovely readers.❤

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #x reader #percy jackson x reader

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awesome-opossum-after-hours · 1 year

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rewatching stranger things part 4! (s4 vol 1) this one may be a bit shorter bc it's such a recent season and I feel like people have pointed out most of this stuff already

-Brenner is still hiding out in Indiana, as seen on the license plate of one of the cars in his neighborhood

-the flashback is dated September 8th, 1979 specifically

-010 moves his eyes like Will did when he was possessed, using his "true sight"

-Henry got to Brenner, but apparently it takes about 5 fucking GUNSHOTS TO KILL THIS BITCH

-El has a pennant in her room of somewhere called Dynamite Falls

-Jonathan has a framed picture of him and Nancy, a red smiley face, and a poster of The Evil Dead in his room

-Will has a The Cure "Boys Don't Cry" poster, and a corkboard of his drawings

-the Lenora Hills mascot is an Eagle

-Mike has a One Way sign hanging up, and what looks like an Ozzy poster?

-Dustin's room did not really change, and his D- is in Latin

-you can kinda tell how much they're struggling not to laugh during the "boobies" car scene...love it

-I still feel like there's something with Ms Kelly

-Jason's jersey number is 12... that's so foul why'd they have to use my lucky number

-Eddie's eating some type of Chex Mix, looks like the original which is a solid choice

-the band kids are wearing their hats while eating lunch

-weeder

-thats totally Eddie's handwriting saying "GIMME HEAD TIL I'M DEAD" bc I saw a bts video from the set design crew where they showed a drawing of Vecna from Eddie's room, and the handwriting matches that and Corroded Coffin's logo

-Erica's character is a Rogue, which is one type that the original party did not have

-Chrissy has a brother

-Eddie and his Uncle seem to both be huge collectors, their trailer has lots of hats and mugs on display

-there's a stain on the ceiling of Eddie's room

-Chrissy and Eddie are both wearing white Reeboks

-what sort of significance does 4819 carry??? that's the house number of both Max's old house on Cherry Hill Lane in Hawkins, AND the Byers' house on Lonzo Way in Lenora!

-Jason spray painted his jersey number on the wall of the Hideout

-I wonder who started the whole trend of vandalizing Benny's Burgers and turning it into a teenager lounge? probably Tommy H and all them, maybe Billy had some involvement too

-the town marks Barb's death as the "start of Hawkins' downfall", despite the cover up being released a year after Will's disappearance

-despite not knowing how to skate, Mike was doing fine when he was skating over to El

-there's a Rick Sanchez in the Family Video system. WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB

-i think Mike's actions towards Will made me really hate him bc I've been in a lot of platonic situations like that. friendships faded bc of one-sided effort, but I always got blamed despite being the one to try and keep them up. it sucks, and I'm sure it sucks more when you're in the closet and crushing on said friend

-shut up Angela it doesn't look like El shit herself, that's gotta be real talent if she shat all over the FRONT of her dress.

-Rick has a box of Cheerios on his table, maybe from Eddie?

-the boathouse was not exactly a quiet place to hide, the floorboards were creaking with each step

-Eddie was literally SHAKING

-after Eddie lets Steve free, Steve has a dramatic recovery moment in the background. Robin can be seen comforting him, checking if he's okay

-there are so many demobats, and I wondered how we haven't seen them before? the only other time we see the outdoors in the Upside Down is in season 1, where Nancy goes to try to find Barb through the tree portal. guess I'll have to do another rewatch!

-FUCK I WROTE A LOT MORE AND NEVER SAVED IT SO ALL MY PRECIOUS AND HILARIOUS THOUGHTS GOT DELETED

-most of the characters wear watches. this is because it was the 80s and nobody had cell phones. who would've guessed?

-the rainbow room seems to really value arts and crafts

-half the walls of the Rainbow Room go from red to purple, the other half go purple to red

-"this place is not a prison" well then maybe decorate a little better down there Brenner it looks like shit

-I always thought that Steve tore the bat's head off with his dogs out but turns out he ripped the body like diagonally ew... like tail and wing from the head and the other wing

-why are they getting interrogated at the Wheeler's house when it's Dustin, Max, and Lucas

-Eddie awkwardly standing in the background while Steve gets bandaged🤪

-Eddie changed underwear from the time he was getting manhunted by the Justice Squad of Superjocks

-Nancy had a demobat land on her back and somehow did not get clawed

-Eleven's mom says "I love you" to her right before she's taken away

#stranger things #eddie munson #kas theory #steve harrington #details #dustin henderson #stranger things theory #lucas sinclair #vecna #eleven #will byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #erica sinclair #robin buckley

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hello - do you have any dick grayson-centric fic recs?

do i-do i have any dick grayson centric fic recs?? oh babe you have come to the riGHT PLACE. as any of my mutuals could tell you, i have so many goddamn fic recs it’s not even funny anymore. here are some of my personal top favourites:

1. And The World Came Crashing Down by @zhe-angst-diary ~5k. a fic centered around dick’s self-sacrificial tendencies, especially for the batfam. a bit angsty, very much feels, a tad ooc, but i really did love it

2. bad signal by @prismatic-et-al 38k. the plotfic to end all plotfics. this author is one of the most brilliant dc fic authors i have ever come across, and the way they weave this dark, mysterious story is nothing short of ingenious. i was on the edge of my seat the entire time. again, brilliant.

3. Breathe In, Breathe Out by @kirazalea ~20k. this woman is one of my all time favourite writers for just some really really good stories about the batfam working through and overcoming their issues. this series is comprised of 2 fics that deal with the batfam discovering how much of an impact other people’s blatant sexualization and dehumanization of dick does to him, and how, over time and with help from his family, he picks himself up and starts to defend himself. really just a wonderful series

4. Declensions by @dustorange 13k. the best rom dick grayson fic to ever exist ever. you ever look at dc making dick romani and how they fuck up all the time and think “this could have had so much potential?” this work of art tackles that issue and creates something spectacular. each line of this fic had me screaming with joy. the robin cape symbolism? beautiful. i reread it all. the. time.

5. Don’t by @haunt-the-stars ~4k. do i have too many fics on here about dick dealing with + recovering from sexual assault and rape? probably. do i care? no. this fic takes a dive into trauma and how it can affect victims. it was absolutely heartbreaking, but also has the actual best wally + dick friendship i’ve ever read ever. seriously. if “wally west is a Good Bro” could be condensed into one fic, it would be this one.

6. the fit of the cowl by @quillium ~4k. some people could argue dick was the best batman. other could argue the cowl only hurt dick. still others say dick could’ve been a much better batman if was better written. regardless of your opinion, you should definitely read this fic. it delves into the different reactions the batfam have to batman!dick. the family dynamics in this one were super interesting, and it’s always wonderful to read a fic about dick grayson but from someone else’s eyes

7. Hard Truths and Other Realities by @ckbookish ~108k. a series about dick feeling lost after being fired from robin and eventually finding his way again. featuring very very much wonderful uncle clark, and bruce isn’t an asshole, he’s just a worried dad that fucks up a lot but tries his best to make amends. also, dick bonding with jason. it basically takes you through that time period from the end of dick’s robin to him solidly affirming himself as nightwing and starting to forgive bruce. a really cool take on canon, loved this series!

8. Job Performance by @i-just-want-to-destroy ~3k. ohhhhhh dear god does this fic give me the feels. set during s1 yj, it shows what being a vigilante since the grand age of 9 does to someone, how much it hurts dick to compartmentalize, how much he doesn’t even realize it. this fic leaves you with a sense of “wow. this child. he’s really fucked up.” in a heartwrenching way.

9. a soft place to land by @bluebeauregard 3k. the best dick + tim being brothers fic i’ve ever read. people like to expand on his gradual acceptance and love of jason, people go batshit crazy over him practically parenting damian. and while i do love those, dick and tim had the best canon sibling relationship in the comics (at least, in pre52). this fic takes that and runs with it, and it’s so goddamn unique. i have literally never read this idea anywhere, so i was blown away by both the fic and the way the author wrote it.

10. touch starved by @iwhumpyou ~4k. we’ve all seen fics where timmy’s touch starved from not receiving much affection from his parents growing up and the rest of the batfam smothers him in hugs. but what i really want is a fic where dick’s the one touchstarved because he grew up in the goddamn circus where everyone was close, but ever since he came to live with bruce, he’s been starved of the affection he used to so freely get, because his entire family is most certainly not the touchy-feely type. and for added angst, he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows his family has issues with trust/intimacy and he wants to make them as comfortable as possible. anyway apparently that fic exists and it’s this one read it and sob with me will you?

11. you gotta tip on the tightrope by Anonymous 12k. for people that don’t actually know much about comics canon and why exactly dick went undercover at spyral, this fic is absolutely wonderful. it shows the lead up of events that led to dick faking his death and leaving, and why exactly he chose to listen to bruce. (i’m using “chose” liberally here). plus, sibling bonding!! specifically with jason!

12. young volcanoes by @dottie-wan-kenobi 3k. i haven’t read this fic in a while, so i don’t remember some of the finer details, but i do remember loving it. also i have it bookmarked on ao3 with the tag “THIS!!!!!!!” so that counts for something. this fic focuses more on dick’s relationship with the titans rather than bruce or the jl, and centers around what their friendship has done for dick/how it’s helped him, and how much he loves them. a wonderful team fic.

anyway, i hope you enjoy these babe!! these fics are all so so incredible, and i just want to give all of these amazingly talented authors one big incredible hug.

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #fic rec #dick grayson fic rec #nightwing fic rec #dc fic rec #long post

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the way hazel and jason's friendship ended, that's a thing i will hate forever.

the first form of interaction that we have between these two is that the name hazel was one of the five names that jason remembers, isn't that adorable?. a book later we meet hazel and she tells us that jason was the one who integrated her, the one who showed her new rome, the one who made her feel comfortable in this new world completely unknown to her, he was the first person who could consider someone trustworthy (besides nico obviously).

she admired jason and he considers hazel his friend. all of this could have ended in one of the most beautiful and healthy friendships between two teenagers in media. this all changed when jason and percy were swap.

while camp half-blood spent three days without their hero, camp jupiter spent SIX months without theirs. in this time hazel was just with nico, just because nobody wants to be close to a daughter of pluto obviously. then frank arrived, hazel became someone that jason had once been for her, someone friendly. a while later percy arrived, hazel also was friendly with him, this ending of the three went on a mission together. thus making a very strong connection (which ngl was quite ignored by rick in the next books) but still not forgetting about jason, because this girl mentions several times how good jason was.

some time later the seven got together and began their trip, their quest, after many events we arrived at this famous discussion, the said debate between leaving or rescuing nico from that jar.

to refresh your memory, i'll tell you that the person who suggested that nico should be left there to die was not jason, as you all erroneously always mention, it was actually leo, leo fucking valdez, everyone's favorite but frank and piper's hello kitty top's aka me :) when he mentioned this, hazel asked him what the hell he was thinking.

jason, knowing that leo would not know how to explain himself in a good way, decided to speak and take the subject through logic, which actually makes a lot of sense. nico being supposedly part of percy's search team always knew where he was, this boy had previously tried to kill percy before, he asks if he can really trust him knowing this.

honestly, i think they are both right, hazel's reaction was valid, they are accusing the person who rescued her from eternal boredom, her brother, of being a traitor. but on the other hand jason's point is good, are you really going to put in danger the fate of the world for someone you can't trust? nahh he's not going to risk the lives of his friends for someone he doesn't even know. both sides of the argument are valid, that's a fact, so much that everyone thinks about it, even percy himself who has known nico since he was 10 years old god.

all this caused a break in the relationship between hazel and jason. for her he was no longer that kind boy she once knew, no, she sees him as everyone does, as a perfect hero, so perfect that it gives mistrust. he realizes this and is the whole series trying to fix this. which we know very well that he could not do because these two were never like before. this is something very realistic, due to arguments, friendships never return to the way they were before, due to thinking differently than someone else, relationships are broken.

it's very sad, isn't it? i always imagined that these two would have an inej and matthias from soc type relationship, like "you are actually not that bad, i'm your number one fan :)". i always felt like we needed a friendship between the romans, also i always felt that jason would have been very good friends with frank and hazel (i'll talk about frank and jason's relationship in a future post).

the last thing we have of these two is hazel touching his coffin, saying that they and especially piper needed him. i like to think that hazel said this actually because those 6 months he was in new york, thinking she really needed someone like jason in her life.

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You’re The Reason | Eric Matthews

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A/N: My first Boy Meets World fic! Gah! I hope you like this! Couldn’t stay away from the JATP boys though, so it’s kinda like a JATP x BMW crossover... Lemme know what you think!

Pairing: Eric x Fem!Reader

Song(s) used: none

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, party

Words: 4,028

Eric Matthews. The goofy, charming oldest boy of Alan and Amy. My best friend since forever. Our parents always told us the story about how we met in the sandbox in Kindergarten. I was building sandcastles when Jason, Eric’s first best friend, came to ruin them. Eric, being the charmer he always had been, told Jason off and pushed him out of the sandbox before helping me rebuild my sand castle. Ever since that day, the two of us had been the best of friends.

We did everything together. Everything from play dates to eating ice cream to going to middle school and eventually high school. Though we never graduated together as my parents had to move when I was 16. We moved to Los Angeles and never returned to Philadelphia. Eric and I were so torn. We had promised we would keep in contact and the first few months were hard, but we eventually found a rhythm in our long-distance friendship.

Every evening, we would call each other except for the weekends as those were date-weekends where both of us went out on dates. But come Sunday evening, we’d both be on the phone, telling the other what had happened during said dates.

During summer vacation, Eric would come to L.A. to visit me or I’d go back to Philly, just so we could hang out together for a few days. Those had always been my favorite days. We’d reconnect and find that spark again we always used to have, which, in its turn, brought us closer and made the next few months a little less hard when all we could hear was each other’s voice.

Last summer, however, I realized that I’d rather kiss those beautiful pink lips than stare at them as he talked about yet another girl he took out over the weekend and made out with. It stung, to say the least, but I couldn’t tell him how I felt. We were miles apart from one another, it would just hurt more.

Though what hurt even worse was when Eric called me one time in the middle of the night, crying. Confused and worried, I listened to him as he let everything he was feeling out of his system.

“Mister Feeny is retiring, Cory’s going to college and eloped with Topanga tonight and I just– everything’s changing and I don’t know what to do about it. I wanna stop time and just go back to the way things were. All of us in high school, Cory and Topanga fighting over God-knows-what or Shawn and Cory getting into even more trouble. And you… Not miles away from me…”

I choked back tears as I listened to him. He sounded so broken, so lost. I wished I could just hold him and let him cry as he spoke about how he felt. I wished I was in Philadelphia instead of Los Feliz, a place I didn’t quite belong.

“I’m sorry, Eric, I wish I could make things better for you…” I said, my voice just above a whisper, afraid I would cry if I spoke any louder.

Eric sighed on the other side of the line. “Why don’t you just– come home? Study at Pennbrook with me?” I stuttered and stumbled over my words, unsure what to say to him.

It wasn’t like I thought about it. I’m an adult, I could change my whole life around and move back to Philadelphia. Back to Eric. But while that sounded all beautiful and wonderful and like a dream come true, I couldn’t just drop everything here. I had my new friends, a college degree I needed to finish.

“Come on, babe. You know you want to…” Eric pleaded, knowing all-too-well what was going on in my mind right now even though he couldn’t see me. “I know I want you to.”

I heaved in a deep breath. “I can’t, Eric… I gotta finish my degree here. I gotta–” Just as I wanted to continue summing up reasons as to why I wouldn’t be able to go back to him, four guys I knew like the back of my hand entered my dorm and jumped onto my bed. I didn’t even need to see who it was to know who it was. “Guys– I’m on the phone here,” I scolded them as the floppy-haired guy gave me his best smoulder. “Lukas, no.”

“It’s alright, y/n,” I heard Eric say, though I could tell it wasn’t actually okay. “You go back to your friends. You stay put. Okay? Whatever makes you happiest.”

“But you make me h–” Before I could even finish my sentence, Eric had hung up the phone. “Happiest…” I mumbled before placing the horn back on the receiver.

“You okay?” the blonde guy I knew best as Alex Mercer asked me solemnly.

I pressed my lips together. “No– not really…”

Luke wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled into my neck while Reggie sat on the end of my bed with his legs crossed. “I think you ought to go visit him,” he said.

“What?”

“No, seriously. You miss him, he misses you and you clearly need each other right now. Go back to Philly, y/n. Even if it’s just for the weekend.” For once, Reggie actually spoke some sense.

“Yeah, I mean, you clearly miss each other and you need each other right now. And maybe, whilst you’re there, you can figure out whether you’d wanna move back to Philly or come back to us,” Alex added.

I had met Luke, Reggie, Alex and Bobby during orientation day, along with Rose, my roommate. There hadn’t been a day where we didn’t spend time together. All six of us were sewn to the hip. Wherever one went, the others went too. A lot of people called Rose and I their groupies as the four of them had started a band way back in high school. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those four were actually married to one another.

But to be fair, Alex and Reggie were speaking some truth now. I did miss Eric. I missed him tremendously. And maybe, once there, I could see that Los Angeles was truly where I belonged or if I should stay in Philadelphia with Eric… It was the ultimate life test.

I heaved in a deep breath before lifting my hand to ring the doorbell at apartment 3E. Nerves bunched in the pit of my stomach and my hands were getting clammy. I wasn’t even sure if Eric was home. I wasn’t even sure if coming over was such a splendid idea. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Even less so when a tall fiery red-haired girl opened up the door. My throat dried up for a second. Did I get the wrong apartment? Eric hadn’t told me about a girl roommate or anything. All I knew was that he lived with Jack and Shawn. Though I figured since Shawn had gotten into Pennbrook too, he might’ve moved into a dorm with Cory.

“Hi, can I–” the girl stopped in her tracks as she let her eyes glide over me. “You’re y/n, aren’t you?” Her lips curled up into a smile. “Eric has told me so much about you!”

The nerves in my stomach made room for fluttery butterflies. Eric talked about me. Even to girls as pretty as this one. Knowing Eric the way I do, I didn’t think he ever would. ‘Girl repellant’ he’d call it.

“Uhm… Yeah… I wanted to surprise him… Is he here?”

The girl chuckled. “Believe it or not, but he’s actually in class right now.”

“Eric? In class?”

She nodded her head, her lips curling up into a smirk. “I’m heading to campus now, you wanna come? His class is almost over.”

It definitely beat sitting here, waiting for him.

“Sure,” I replied and the girl quickly went to grab her stuff before walking out and guiding me towards the elevator again.

“I’m Rachel, by the way. I just moved in a couple days ago,” she said while pushing the button to call the elevator.

Rachel. Roommate Rachel. She was definitely Eric’s type… A girl.

“Eric hasn’t told me about you yet. For a second, I thought I was at the wrong apartment,” I said, chuckling a little.

Rachel and I got into the elevator and she told me about how she wound up living with Jack and Eric. I had to admit to myself that I was only slightly jealous of the moves the two boys had made on her. Not that I cared about Jack hitting on Rachel, but I did care about Eric doing it.

The red-haired fury led me towards campus and we talked all the way there. Mostly about Eric. She asked me questions about our childhood and I told her every single story about him. It wasn’t hard talking about Eric. Everything we went through together flowed out of me like a waterfall. A waterfall of Eric-filled stories.

“Oh, look. He’s at the Student Union, as predicted,” Rachel said, pointing towards where Eric, Jack, Shawn and Cory were seated on the sofas, sipping coffee.

A smile involuntarily crept its way up to my face. Eric Matthews. Seeing him now made my heart beat faster and my stomach fill up with all sorts of butterflies. My LA boys were right. I did miss him tremendously.

“Come on, let’s go say hi!” Rachel urged, pulling me along by my wrist.

“Don’t you have a class to go to?”

She shook her red mane. “I’d rather see this beautiful reunion,” she said.

Cory was the first one who met my eyes. His laughter made room for confusion to then turn into delight. “Y/N?” he exclaimed, causing everyone’s head to turn my way before he got up to embrace me. Jack and Shawn hugged me next and when I turned to Eric, he was still seated on the couch with his cup of coffee halfway to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear nervously. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

His wide eyes turned back to normal and as he put his cup on the coffee table in front of him, he blabbed while getting up to hug me. “Wha– of course I’m happy to see you, y/n. I just didn’t expect you to come? Don’t you have classes and stuff?”

I inhaled the familiar scent of Eric Matthews. As my senses filled up with him, my nerves finally calmed down. I was home.

“I wanted to surprise you…”

His hands cupped my face as he regarded me. He inspected every inch of my face as if to see if I was complete and really there. “And surprised I am,” he whispered.

Shawn handed me a cup of coffee as we all settled back onto the couch. They asked me questions about LA and about college in LA, and I answered each and every one of them. It felt good being with this gang again. It was like coming back home.

Eric took me everywhere that weekend. Friday night, we went to Chubbie’s. On Saturday, he took me back home where I reacquainted with Alan and Amy, and we spent some time with Morgan.

Now it was Saturday night and we were all at the club for a good party. I was three drinks in and chatting with Rachel at the bar. I had grown close to her over the two days I had been here. Just like Rose, she always knew exactly what to say. And she listened. She listened to all my sorrows and worries. She really listened.

“I think you’re in love with Eric,” she stated before taking a swig of her beer.

“What? No! I–” She raised an eyebrow at me. “I am in love with Eric…”

She let out a cackle. “Ha! I knew it!”

“I can’t act up on my feelings though, Rachel. We live miles apart. Being friends is already hard enough, I don’t even wanna know what being a couple would do to us. If Eric would reciprocate my feelings, that is.”

“Would you believe me if I told you Eric is in love with you too?”

“No.”

“Well, he is! The way his eyes light up when he talks about you… It’s pure love. Sure, he can be a bit daft and he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but when he talks about you, he almost becomes poetic.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I said and sipped from my beer again.

Rachel shook her head at me. “See for yourself.” She pointed somewhere behind me and the second I turned around, Eric was in front of me with those big, sparkly eyes of his and that goofy smile I’d come to love.

“Dance with me, baby!” he shouted and pulled me along to the dance floor. As I looked back at Rachel, she gave me a knowing look. She wasn’t right. She couldn’t be.

“I need you to stay,” he slurred, clearly having drank one too many beers. “Please, can’t you stay?”

“Eric,” I sighed, “You know I can’t. I’ve got –”

“A degree to finish and friends to go back to, I know, I know…”

I pressed my lips together in a thin line as I watched him. He was still moving, swaying from side to side to the music, but there was a lot less enthusiasm behind than before we started talking.

“Hey,” I started and placed my hands on his shoulders. “You know I would stay if I could, right? I just – I can’t, Eric.”

“Yes, you can, y/n. You can stay here, transfer to Pennbrook, live with me and Jack and Rachel. Be here. With me.”

His offer sounded alluring. A little too alluring. The alcohol coursing in my veins almost made me say ‘yes’, but the sober part of me knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. “I need a better reason than that, Eric.”

“I’ve got more reasons for you to stay.”

“Gimme one.”

Before I could properly process what was happening, Eric grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss. As we pulled apart for a moment, I had to take a breather and process what had just happened.

“That’s a good reason,” I whispered before kissing him again.

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that we’d actually wanted to do that for a long time, but the rest of the night we spent together, making out in a corner of the club until Rachel and Jack pulled us apart and brought us back to the apartment. Eric and I fell asleep together on the couch, cuddled up. The place where I’d wanted to fall asleep for months now. The place where I belonged.

It felt weird waking up in his arms. Not that we hadn’t done that before, but the events that preceded it were new. I hadn’t ever been kissed the way Eric had kissed me last night. It was with so much passion and love that filled up all my senses, that sobered me up almost straight away.

Though, when he woke, it was like nothing happened.

He didn’t speak about it, and changed the subject whenever I tried to. I didn’t know what had gone wrong. It was probably a mistake on his part. He probably didn’t want to kiss me. It was probably the alcohol speaking and not his heart. He didn’t love me the same way I loved him.

It was all a mistake.

“How was your night?” Alan asked playfully when we entered the Matthews’ kitchen for lunch on Sunday.

“Good! We had fun,” I replied and glanced over at Eric. He had jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he moved over towards the fridge.

“It was okay,” he spoke and shoved a knife right through my chest.

I had no clue what I had done wrong or what had gone wrong. All I knew was that Eric was giving me the cold shoulder. The kiss must’ve been a mistake. It must’ve been something he didn’t even want to do and it was just the alcohol taking over. And now it had ruined our entire friendship.

“When’s your flight back home?” Amy queried.

I placed my knife and fork down as I had just finished the delicious lunch Amy had made all of us. “Tonight at eight,” I responded with a nervous smile. My stomach churned when I felt Eric tense up next to me.

“Back to Northridge then, huh? Must be a big change going from cold Philadelphia back to warm and sunny LA,” Alan said with a smile and I nodded my head.

“It’s gonna be quite the di–” before I could finish my sentence, Eric had shoved his chair back and without uttering a word, he stormed out of the kitchen. I could feel my heart break in my chest. He seemed angry. Frustrated. All of the things I didn’t want him to be before I went back to LA.

“I’ll go check on him,” I said and carefully slid my chair back before following Eric outside.

He sat on the cushioned bench where we have had many a talk before as the sun set and the stars appeared into the sky. Though right now, it seemed awfully dark and gloomy. Nothing like what it used to feel like.

“Eric, are you okay?” I plopped down next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He scoffed. “No, I’m not okay. You know, I didn’t ask you to come here. I didn’t ask you to visit me. I didn’t ask and so I couldn’t prepare for you to leave… Again.”

“Eric, I’m sorry. I thought it would be nice to surprise you. I–” I stopped talking as soon as he shot up from the bench and took a few steps away from me. He looked angry and sad at the same time and it broke my heart even further.

“Don’t you know how much it kills me to see you go every time? But at least in the summer, I can prep myself for the goodbye that’s about to follow. I can prep myself for the heartache and now that I didn’t see it coming, I’m not ready for you to go.”

I opened my mouth to say something else, but before I could, he gave me another glare and then stormed off to God-knows-where. I couldn’t move. I was frozen to the bench. My best friend just yelled at me and ran off. I didn’t even say goodbye to him.

“Miss y/l/n, what a surprise,” a familiar voice sounded, causing me to snap my head towards the older man that stood in the next-door garden on the other side of the white fence.

I smiled at him, but I knew it wasn’t genuine and I knew he knew it wasn’t. “Hey Mister Feeny.”

“Are you okay?” he asked and opened the small gate. He made a beeline towards me and sat down on the bench next to me.

I heaved in a deep breath, breathing in the familiarity of my old teacher. “No, I –” I mulled over my words. “I missed Eric, so I came to surprise him but I think it might’ve not been such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause now he’s mad at me because he couldn’t prepare himself for me leaving…” I mumbled, focusing on the rings on my fingers as I twisted them around and around. “I don’t know what to do, Mister Feeny. I wanna stay with Eric, but I’ve got a life in LA. I’ve got friends and I’ve got Northridge and my family still lives there too…”

I looked up to see my favorite teacher regard me with such a tender and familiar look. He felt sorry for me and I also knew there was a pep-talk coming in a few seconds. Though at that moment, I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood for that pep-talk.

“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Miss Lawrence when she came to me with her dilemma,” he started wistfully, the only way Mister Feeny ever spoke. “You stay at Northridge unless you have a good reason not to.”

My mind immediately went to last night’s events when Eric kissed me after he told me he had reasons for me to stay. If I had a reason, it would be Eric. Eric would be the one and only reason for me to move back to Philadelphia and I couldn’t lie when I said Eric weighs out every other reason I had for going back to LA.

“I think you know what to do, Miss y/l/n,” he said before placing a comforting hand on my shoulder and getting up again.

“Hey, Mister Feeny,” he stopped halfway to his house. “You’re a good teacher, you know that?” The genuine and heartwarming smile that curled Feeny’s lips upwards made me feel nostalgic. I had missed that man.

“Thank you, Miss y/l/n. And you’re a good student.”

As Mister Feeny returned to his home, I couldn’t help but think everything over. Every thought, every moment of the past weekend seeped back into my mind. There was only one way to stop my thoughts and I knew exactly what it was.

“Y/N?” His voice caused me to snap out of my thoughts. There he was. Finally. “What are you still doing here?” he asked, visibly getting nervous. “I thought you’d gone home?”

I patted the spot next to me on the cushioned bench. Eric hesitantly took the spot, but I could tell he was tense and didn’t quite know what to do. He didn’t look at me and his hands fiddled around in his lap.

“I am home.”

Now he looked up at me. Confusion was written all over his face, a look I had seen on him before. The reminder of everything I ever told him that confused him made me giggle a little.

“What do you mean? Don’t you have to get back to LA? Back home?” He turned his face back to the sky. It was starting to get dark out and the stars above us were starting to make an appearance, along with the bright moon.

“I talked to Feeny and he told me that I should go back to Northridge…” I watched Eric’s jaw clench. “Unless I had a good reason not to.”

He turned his head to face me again. “Is there a good reason?”

I sighed. “I thought about it. I’ve got reasons to go back. Like my degree and my friends out there, my family…” Eric slowly nodded his head and I knew his mind was already preparing him for me to say I was going to go back. “But there’s one reason that makes me wanna stay here. One reason that outweighs all the other reasons.”

“And what’s that?”

A soft smile befell my lips as I leaned in and cautiously pressed my lips to his. Last night’s memories seeped back into my mind.

“You’re the reason, Eric Matthews.”

He smiled as his eyes darted from mine to my lips and back before he fully kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t help but giggle before melting completely into the kiss, into him. After years of being best friends and months of pining for him, I was finally kissing my best friend. I had finally given into my feelings.

And I was making the right decision. I knew that now. I knew that moving back to Philadelphia would be the right choice. I would be moving back home. Back with Eric. Close to Cory and Shawn and Jack and Topanga. All of my friends from when we were younger. Home.

The only thing left to do now was break the news to my friends in LA…

But that was a problem for later.

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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Dick was in space at the time. Though you can tell how hastily written Brothers in Blood is: Dick literally killed for Jason during Chuck Dixon's run on Nightwing. Jason doesn't know it, but even after everything, it does seem a bit OOC for him to basically say Jason should've stayed dead.

Hey Anon! I think it is safe to say that Bruce Jones just didn’t know who he was writing for. Or maybe he just wanted to give us his very own take on Dick Grayson’s whole character.

Dick killed Joker in Joker: The Last Laugh (by Chuck Dixon) and he indeed did it for Jason. He was definitely going to beat the living shit out of him after what he thought Joker had done to Tim, but as soon as the clown opened his mouth about Jason, Dick completely lost it and finally killed the clown (good for him).

Dick saying that he wished Jason had died that day in the explosion was incredibly out of character for Dick, in that you are also correct. (In 'Brothers in Blood' when Dick says "Jason, god, I wish he had died that night with Batman and Joker", he is referencing the explosion in Crime Alley in UtRH).

If DC really thinks that any of us would actually believe that Dick would actually want Jason to die after the events of UtRH then they really don’t know their characters at all.

Dick was one of the people that we never saw react to Jason being back from the dead, like he probably found out that the Red Hood was Jason through Bruce. Dick had a lot going on at the time so he it would have taken him a long time to find that out, I imagine that when he was finally able to sort his problems out, he would have gone to Gotham to check on Bruce and how things had ended with the Red Hood case.

If Bruce told Dick some of what happened in Crime Alley with Joker and Jason, I think that Dick, first, would have had his world shaken because of the fact that his first contact with his resurrected brother was a fight. And then his emotions would completely explode, “Where is he now, Bruce?”. “Is he safe? Have you tried to make contact?”

If Bruce had told Dick the complete truth about what he did to Jason in Crime Alley, I honestly think that Dick would have punched Bruce in the face with no hesitation.

I know many people reduce what Jason did in UtRH to him going on a horrendous killing spree but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. People need to re-read that comic because Jason had some pretty strong morals going on for him in that event, they are surely different to Bruce’s and even Dick’s but Jason didn’t kill innocent people or people who weren’t warned about what would happen if they didn’t follow his rules (that were basically don’t sell drugs to children).

So, I think Dick, being his mature and understanding self, would have told Bruce that he was way out of line, and while Dick wouldn’t be happy with Jason’s actions (of killing criminals), I still think that Dick wouldn’t hope for his brother to have died at the hands of Bruce while their father was trying to save the clown that had killed Jason in the first place.

People often times forget that Dick has always worked with dubious people, people who have different morals than him or were used to kill. Why would Jason stand out in such a way to him that Dick would actually wish he had died (again). Dick has a frenemy relationship with Slade fucking Wilson! And that man had recently (at that time) shot point blank at Roy Harper (Dick’s best friend) and also destroyed Bludhaven along the Society.

The Brothers in Blood arc started with Jason and Dick not seeing each other for a year, while I do think that Jason wearing a Nightwing suit and killing criminals would have been something that Dick would have been absolutely against, I still think that it wouldn’t make Dick want Jason to have died.

Also, Jason taking the Nightwing mantle and going on a killing spree was stupidly out of character for him too. Like, do they really expect me to believe that a man as meticulous as the Red Hood (with plans that took years for him to execute) would suddenly decide that what New York needed was a blood thirsty Nightwing?

He could have gone after drug dealers and other type of criminals in his Red Hood suit and still catch Dick’s attention. Maybe if they had done that, we could have had some very interesting interactions between Dick and Jason.

We could have seen them talk to each other; Dick could have told Jason that he believed Bruce was on the wrong side of things when he chose to save Joker instead of letting Jason kill him. Maybe Jason could have regained some of his memories with Dick from before he died and from there, DC could have explored the relationship they had as brothers before Jason died. I have been seeing some amazing posts by @bigskydreaming where he says that fandom has always used the lack of information about Jason and Dick’s relationship back in the day, to make it seem that Dick was never there for Jason and that he was a horrible brother, and not to make stories about them actually spending time together and forming a bond.

If 'Brothers in Blood' had explored Dick and Jason’s relationship before his death in a good light, we could have seen some developing friendship and/or allyship between Nightwing and Red Hood. And I am not talking about Jason changing his ways or anything of the sort, I am talking about them coming to an understanding of their different ways of fighting crime.

But I guess that was never the plan, having Dick say horrible stuff about Jason and Jason being completely out of control was more important or a better story to tell, according to DC.

The opportunity that was missed there was huge and that’s sad.

Anyway Anon, thank you for sending me the ask, I hope you have a fantastic start of the week!

#jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #brothers in blood #dc comics #asksss

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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Moonlight II

Genre: DC/Marvel Crossover

Relationship: Older!Damian Wayne x Adopted Stark!Fem!Reader

Requested: No (Only a few requests are open, please see pinned post for details)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, swearing, canon typical violence

Description: You are the adopted daughter of Tony Stark, Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne. Your two fathers hate each other which by extension should mean that you and Damian are on less than friendly terms. The issue? You’ve been dating for little over a year and have been keeping it a secret. What will happen if your fathers figure it out?

A/N: I actually hadn’t planned on this ending the way it did, but as I was writing it this is just how it happened. Enjoy!

Morning light shown through your window the next morning a few minutes before your alarm went off. Your mind drifted back to the night before with Damian sneaking into your room and inviting you out for an afternoon with his brothers. Excitement coursed through you at the thought of finally meeting them. You quickly got up and began preparing for your day, you were almost done when there was a knock on your door.

When you opened it you discovered Pepper standing there with a bright smile on her face, “Good morning honey, Tony and I were just about to have breakfast, did you want to join us?”

You glanced back at your clock and saw that it was only eight thirty, you had plenty of time to eat before going to meet Damian, “Sure Mom.”

You grabbed the rest of your things before joining Pepper. It had taken you awhile before you had started calling Pepper “mom”. When Tony had first adopted you, you weren’t sure what he and Pepper wanted. It had been some time since you had had a family and you weren’t sure what Tony’s motivations were. Did he just want to look good to the press? Did he want to ease a guilty conscience? Did he just actually want a kid?

Then Morgan had come along. You thought for sure that that would be it for you, they had their own kid now, they wouldn’t want you. But that they hadn’t treated you any differently and you came to think of Morgan as your own sister. You were fiercely protective of her and she loved you to death. She was currently staying with Peter while you and your parents were in Gotham.

Tony greeted you with a hug and a kiss to your temple and began blabbing on and on about the gala the night before. Your mind drifted to Damian and how good he had looked in his suit. Then it went to the stairwell and the night before in your room, you only broke out of it when Tony cleared his throat, “Earth to Y/N, you still with us kid?”

You chuckled nervously, “Sorry just got a little lost in thought is all.”

“Care to share with the group?”

You shook your head, “Oh I was just thinkin’ about all the things I want to get done today. We leave in two days so that’s not a lot of time to see the city.”

“You could always come back later with your friends,” Pepper suggested. “I’m sure a vacation would be good for you.”

You smiled at her, “Yeah, you’re right, it would be nice.” You glanced at the clock on your phone and saw that it was creeping closer to nine thirty, you had to be at the park by ten to meet Damian. You stood and said, “Thanks for breakfast, but I want to go ahead and get a headstart on today. I’ll see you at dinner.” You kissed Pepper on the cheek and gave Tony a hug before dashing out of the hotel room.

Tony looked at the door you had just exited from and said, “I don’t think she wants to be around us any more.” Pepper merely patted his arm and went back to her breakfast.

You on the other hand were rushing to the park that Damian had mentioned. You were a little worried that someone may see the two of you together, but you honestly also couldn’t care less. Sometimes you were tired of hiding the truth from everyone. You loved Damian and you wanted the world to know that fact, but you worried about what Tony would think or do when he found out. You also wondered if Bruce would be understanding or if he would forbid his son from seeing you as well.

You shoved those thoughts from your mind, you didn’t want them affecting your mood any. Today was going to be a good day. And when you made it into the park you immediately saw Damian, he had a baseball cap and sunglasses on trying to hide who he was, but you knew. You could spot him anywhere. He had spotted you as well and you noticed a smile growing on his face as you raced over toward him. Your arms wrapped around him and he gently lifted you off the ground a few inches.

“Hello beloved,” he whispered in your ear before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Hi,” you said, a grin stretching across your face.

Someone cleared their throat and you could have sworn your heart stopped. You had been caught. It was too good to be true. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Dami?”

You looked over his shoulder and saw his three brothers standing there all three of them with amused expressions on their faces. Damian practically growled at their words. Knowing that his brothers knew about the two of you made things a little easier. It was like Peter knowing that you and Damian were dating. The two of you needed someone to turn to when things were tough.

You had almost told Pepper one day when you and Damian had had a fight. You needed a motherly figure to go to, but you weren’t sure how she would feel about the two of you together. She wasn’t like Tony, but would she lie to Tony? You weren’t sure, so you decided to keep it a secret.

You had gone to Natasha despite never really talking to her.

She was in the training room at the Avengers' Compound and you approached her nervously. “Nat, could I talk to you for a moment?”

She had paused what she was doing and turned to you, giving you her full undivided attention, “What can I do for you Y/N?”

You rubbed your arm and said, “If I share a secret will you promise not to tell Dad?”

Natasha’s interest was piqued, “I mean as long as you aren’t in any danger then yeah I can promise not to tell him.”

“I’m dating Damian Wayne,” you said and you watched as her eyes lit up. “Oh God, please tell me you’re not going to use this against me?”

She chuckled, “I promise not to tell him or anyone else. How did this even happen?”

You launched into the tale of how you and Damian had been sworn enemies, always competing against one another and how it had turned to friendship and then to what it was now. You told her about the fight that you couldn’t even remember now, and she gave you her opinions.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all,” you told them with a bright smile. “Damian talks about you a lot and I’ve been begging him to let me meet you all since you found out about our little affair.”

“They were supposed to give us a few moments alone before ambushing you,” Damian said, his tone clearly stating how unamused he was with his brothers. “But clearly they didn’t take my feelings into account.”

“You’ve been keeping her to yourself for over a year now,” Dick said, his easy going smile never slipping from his face. “We just wanted to meet her.”

Tim nodded his head in agreement, “Don’t get mad, Dami. She’s only here for a few more days and then she’s on her way back to New York.”

You poked Damian on the side, “They have a point, Damian. I don’t mind meeting them now, we have plenty of time to be alone together.”

He still looked disgruntled but you let the boys show you around Gotham. They had an SUV with tinted windows to hide who was inside. The boys were recognizable and so were you. The five of you would be on the front page of all the gossip magazines by tomorrow and everyone and their mother would know that maybe you didn’t play into the whole feud your fathers had going on.

You could see the headlines now:

Real-life Romeo and Juliet with Children of Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark

Y/N Stark and Damian Wayne Making Headlines as Secret Affair

How Long Have These Star-Crossed Lovers Been Together?

You wondered how long it would take Tony to kick you out of the house and never speak to you again. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Tony, he deserved to know. It was just that you didn’t know what he would do when he found out the truth. You knew how much he hated Bruce Wayne, and to be fair Tony didn’t think straight on a lot of things when emotions ran high. He would definitely say something that would hurt and he might regret later.

But knowing your father he would be too proud to admit that he was wrong.

Damian noticed the look on your face and nudged you, “You okay?”

You smiled and took his hand in yours, “Yeah just thinking.”

“About your dad?” He furrowed his brow, the two of you had had many talks about your fathers and their reaction to the two of you coming clean about how you weren’t really enemies.

You leaned your head back and blew out a breath, “I’m just… worried.”

Damian squeezed your hand and said, “Whenever you want to tell him, I’ll be there to support you. And if you want to tell Father first we could while you’re still here. He may put on a show of hating Stark, but I don’t think he’d begrudge you.”

“Damian’s right,” Dick said from the driver’s side. “Bruce looks like he would be the type to throw a fit and tell Damian to get out, but he’s actually not that big of an asshole.”

You laughed, “You saying Stark is an asshole, Grayson?”

“If he doesn’t I will,” Jason turned and grinned at you making you laugh. “No offense.”

“None taken, I know my father can be less than welcoming and let his mouth get him into trouble.” You didn’t have enough fingers to count the times your father had gotten into trouble because his mouth had gotten the better of him. “I just wish I knew if he would be okay with us. That he wouldn’t let the feud get in the way of realizing how happy I am.”

Leaning over Damian kissed your cheek. “So should I set a course for the manor?” Dick asked.

“It’s up to you,” Damian said. “Father will be discreet.”

Taking a steadying breath you said, “Let’s do it.” The boys cheered and Damian once again squeezed your hand to let you know that he would be with you every step of the way.

#Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader #Damian Wayne x Stark!Reader #Damian Wayne x Reader fluff #Damian Wayne x Reader angst #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne fanfic #Damian Wayne fanfiction #Damian Wayne fluff #Damian Wayne angst

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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An Unexpected Friendship, But A Friendship Nonetheless

A Jason Todd and Harley Quinn One-Shot (Non-Reader Insert)

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: So I wrote this for @aurailia or @nitebirdie because she drew that wonderful Jason picture for me which you can find right here! I hope you like this, Jess! Love you! -Thorne

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Jason expected a lot of things.

1. Getting yelled at by Bruce for shooting serial murderers and rapists? Check.

2. Getting yelled at by Damian for calling him short? Check.

3. Getting yelled at by Tim for spray painting a billboard of him with penises? Check.

4. Getting yelled at by Dick for picking on his younger brothers? Check.

So really, it was getting yelled at by his family that he expected the most, but all things considered about his life, his expectations weren’t pretty high. He knew he was going to get hurt on patrol, knew was going to spend the rest of his life dealing with the chronic pain and learning how to manage it.

But the one thing Jason never expected, was to end up being friends with Harley Quinn.

And honest to God, the whole friendship only started because the psychiatrist they both went to accidentally scheduled them at the same time. A screw up. A monumental screw up. But it did lead to a revolutionary session where Jason and Harley spent most of their time badgering each other about their habits while the woman merely watched on and scribbled furiously at her notepad.

When they both left, they were in such a heated argument about which way would be better to deal with the Joker. Jason suggested a bullet in the head and Harley suggested cutting off his arms and legs. An excellent suggestion, he had to admit, but nothing would satisfy him more than killing the pasty bastard, and she knew that too.

Surprisingly, when Harley got to her bus stop, she grabbed the front collar of his shirt to keep him in place while she typed her number in his phone. Of course, Jason wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about: the fact that she’d lifted his phone without him knowing, or that she was putting her number in it and telling him to call her when he needed someone to talk to.

He’d responded that he didn’t need another shrink in his head.

She’d given him a pitied look and said it wasn’t for that, but for a friend.

And Jason wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but three weeks after, he was dialing her number at two A.M. just to hear someone’s voice over the deafening silence in his apartment.

They talked for hours about anything and everything. Cars, weapons, games, favorite childhood memories, everything they could think of. And by the time they’d finally talked until their tongues were numb, the sun had started peeking above the buildings in the distance.

He apologized for keeping her all night.

Harley laughed and asked to hang out on patrol come Friday night then hung up.

Jason hadn’t even told her who he was, but low and behold she was doing cartwheels on the roof of the building he was looking out on that night. And it should’ve annoyed him but hell, he’d grown up with Dick—gymnastics was something he was used to being around.

Halfway through their stakeout, she was perched on the side of the ledge, staring at the side of his head, and it shouldn’t’ve unnerved him like it did, but there was something about her bright blue eyes drilling into his brain that made his skin crawl—and not in the good way.

Will you stop boring holes in me, Quinn? He’d grunted. Pay attention.

Why? She’d retorted. Aren’t you tired of doing this? Don’t you wanna go do something fun?

Stopping drug dealers is good for Gotham.

I’m not talking about good for Gotham, Jason. I’m talking about for you.

Harley hauled him up and tugged him along, him barely resisting because good God she was relentless and headstrong when she put her mind to something. So, he let her. And she dragged him to the Bat-Burger down the block and shoved a roll of money towards the cashier, ordering one of everything on the menu.

And Jason found it really odd when he was balancing two trays in his hands while Harley carried the milkshakes over to the booth in the corner where they huddled in and started eating.

She held up a packet in between her fingers. Want some Jokerized seasoning?

He blinked at her and gently took it, sprinkling the red, white, and green flakes over his fries. And he wasn’t offended when she reached over and took one, popping it in her mouth.

It’s terrible to say it, but God I love this shit. She laughed and Jason’s jaw dropped.

I know! He agreed with a grin. I can’t help it! It’s so good!

Her eyes had narrowed at that. You should smile more, Jason. You look normal when you do.

Normal? He repeated.

You look happy. And that’s what you should strive for. She finalized and took the Robin Nuggets from his tray, grinning when he let out a noise of complaint.

When they could finally move after consuming so much food, she tugged him along to the department store that had closed hours before and while Jason wasn’t one to ever care about breaking and entering, he did have a problem with property that wasn’t a center for criminal activity.

Don’t be a baby. She griped and slipped in though one of the vents and Jason merely stared at the opening before he heard her yell to him. Get a move on! We have stuff to do!

Begrudgingly, he squeezed himself into the way too small vent and shimmied after her.

And Harley Quinn must’ve been planning this for a while because when his feet finally hit the floor, he watched as she started disabling security cameras and alarms in the entire building before spinning around and grinning at him.

Mall’s ours. Let’s get it. And she was off.

Bruce was not going to be happy about this but watching her swing that electrified bat at the glass windows, watching them shatter into millions of shards stirred up something devious in him and Harley was cackling when he broke a window with an armored elbow and yanked out the mannequin, tugging the black leather jacket off before shrugging it on.

He posed with his shoulders squared and strong and she clapped her hands. Looks good! Wanna go hit one of the jewelry stores and find some silver earrings to go with it?

Jason nodded and somehow Harley ended up piggybacking on him, giggling profusely when he started belting out Queen at the top of his lungs; she even joined when they got to the operatics.

And somehow, he let her convince him to go and help her raid the major makeup store in the mall. Harley managed to fill three backpacks full of lipsticks, foundations, eye-shadows, and a whole lotta other shit that Jason had no idea what they were for.

How much money do you think all that is? He inquired and she shrugged.

Probably a grand? Maybe two if I’m being honest. This place is a money-sucking-makeup-hog and I’ll be damned if I’m paying a hundred bucks for one set of lipstick and eyeliner.

She turned to him. Anywhere you wanna go? There’s a map out there if you wanna go look.

Jason nodded and walked out of the store while she was busy filling whatever belt pocket wasn’t empty.

After a few minutes, he heard, Found anywhere?

He pointed silently at one of the stores on the brightened map and she squinted, looking it over.

You wanna go there?

Wouldn’t’ve suggested it if I didn’t.

She shrugged and piggybacked him again. Lead the way, Jason.

He hated that the elevators had been out, and while he hadn’t broken a sweat carrying Harley up three flights of immovable stairs, his knees and his back were killing him when they finally got to the store.

He started wandering inside but stopped when she tossed him a duffel bag.

Fill it up with everything you want.

Jason tried to smile but could only manage a grimace as he stepped in and started going up and down the aisles. He wasn’t too picky with his choosing. Books that looked like they’d help manage his pain he shoved in the duffel bag. An electric pulsing gel pad went in too followed by a vibrating roller he could stretch his muscles on.

He was flipping through a book geared towards mindful chronic pain management when he felt her slide next to him.

Finding everything alright?

Mostly…this one is all about conditioning the mind to work with the pain.

Sounds useful. Meditation and mindfulness have been known to work. It’s really all about placebo-ing your mind into it. She looked at him. Jason, do you ever think about going to a physical therapist?

He scoffed. I already go see a shrink. Why would I go see another doctor?

Because your mind is one thing, and your body is another. Her hand was cool when she placed it on his arm. Jason, if you’re in pain, there are people who can help you.

He really wanted to be snarky but all he could do was glare at her. And what about you? Do you go see a doctor for all the things he did to you too?

Harley gazed at him for a long time before answering him firmly. I will if you do. Or… she started, then trailed off and picked up a few books on physical therapy. You can come to the apartment that Ivy and I live in and we can do it together.

And Jason blinked in shock because he’d never met a person who would agree to do something for themselves if he did something for himself, an agreement for dual help.

You’d really do that for me? For you too?

Harley smiled, big and pearly white, red lipstick a bit smeared in the corner from their meal earlier.

We’re both screwed up cause of what he did, Jason. But here’s where we’re different from everyone else.She linked her arm with his, leaned close and murmured. We’re not going to stew in it while healing is in our futures.

You know we’ll never be one hundred percent fixed, right?

It’s not about fixing, Jason. It’s about healing. Healing doesn’t mean you’re fixed. Memories, pain, it’ll always be there and no amount of management for pain or therapy is going to fix that.

She stared up at him. But it will remind you that you’re still you. Even if there’s a few broken pieces here and there. And no one can take that from you. Not even him.

Jason’s lungs were too tight to form words and his eyes stung horribly but he managed to swallow the lump enough to choke out his reply. You’re alright, Harley.

Smiling, she pressed her cheek into his bicep. Call me Harleen, Jason.

Not Harley?

No, not Harley. I only let the ones I care about call me Harleen.

Does this mean we’re friends then?

Oh, this absolutely means we’re friends now. Best friends, in fact. She tugged at his arm. And I think there’s a Wayne Enterprises outlet somewhere in here and I think we should leave Brucie boy a message.

Jason laughed and wiped his eyes, hurrying after her. Can we spray paint dicks everywhere?

Only if I can spray paint boobs.

You’ve got yourself a deal, Harleen.

Jason expected a lot in his life. To be yelled at by his family for being a pain-in-the-ass son and brother, to be injured on the job, to see a therapist every Tuesday and Thursday, to call his family every night to tell them he loved them.

But the one thing he never expected, was to find one of the greatest friends he’d ever had in a woman he had once been on opposite sides with.

He also didn’t expect Batman to come through the window of the outlet in the middle of their spray painting but that’s another story for another time.

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tickle-bugs · 3 years

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Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe).

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork.

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet.

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work.

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth.

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited.

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes.

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day.

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him.

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking.

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly.

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands.

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling.

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!!

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival.

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market.

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks.

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables.

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh.

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either.

- Nails. That is all.

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism.

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now.

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge).

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean.

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back.

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear.

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down.

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand).

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them.

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening.

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it.

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles.

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it.

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two.

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends.

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining.

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides.

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

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