#also sorry for all the jason slander

[marvelsswansong]

total mystery

summary: The new mystery on the block isn’t a new supernatural entity or government scientists. But rather the fact that somehow, the preppy, popular, cheer co-captain and class president of Hawkins High is dating Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson: repeat senior and leader of the Hellfire Club.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, everyone at Hawkins High (1) simps for you and (2) cannot believe their eyes and ears lol, pure fluff, typical opposites attract romance, Steve and Robin banter, Jason slander, humor, one OC named Carl, Eddie just being really goddamn in love to the point it's sickening

☆ word count: 3.8K+ ☆

a/n: the chokehold this man has over all of us... I get it now. Also I changed some stuff from the show to fit the story so please overlook any discrepancies!!! also i feel like i wrote too many kisses i'm sorry if that's annoying haha

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

“Did you hear?” Robin doesn’t even bother to greet Steve, seemingly out of breath and frazzled as she slides behind the counter of Family Video. Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Steve frowns and shakes his head sideways.

“Hear what?” 

Robin grins mischeviously, looking side to side before leaning over to whisper.

“Apparently, (Y/n) (L/n) is dating Eddie Munson.” 

Steve almost chokes on the can of diet coke he’s drinking, the carbonated liquid burning his throat as he coughs repeatedly to catch his breath. Robin looks way too amused for her own good, simply swinging her legs off of the counter as she adjusts her name tag onto her shirt. He has no idea how she can be so casual about it all, when Steve's eyes are almost bugging out of their sockets.

“THE (Y/n)? Like, co-captain of the cheer team, student president for two years in a row, only wears dresses and skirts to school every day (Y/n)?” 

Robins rolls her eyes at her best friend’s dramatic reaction.

“Obviously. Do you know any other girls at Hawkins High with her exact name?” 

Steve was suddenly grateful that today was a slow day - there was an eldery couple at the back looking through the historical fiction section and a young son and his mother lazily flicking through the new arrivals section, but otherwise the store was quite empty. Giving him a perfect excuse to press Robin for more information on this salacious rumor.

“Where did you even hear this?"  

Robin shrugs, sliding off the counter to begin sorting through the cash register. 

“Had to take a bus here and a group of juniors happened to be sitting in front of me. It’s all they could talk about for the entire twenty minute ride.” 

Steve suppresses an eye roll at her response, turning sideways to glare at the busy brunette.

“Oh come on, then you CAN’T take the rumor seriously. People gossip all the time at Hawkins High! Most likely, someone saw them interacting in a very innocent manner - like running into each other in the hallway - and spun a romantic story out of it to fill their boredom.” 

Robin clicks her tongue, shrugging her shoulders once more before closing the register and looking up at him with a sigh.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Steve. It’s just what I heard. And…” she pauses, chuckling. “In a weird way, I can kind of see it happening.” 

“You’re completely out of your mind, Buckley.” Steve counters, confident that she's wrong. 

“Yeah? How much you willing to bet for it?” Robin has a gut feeling that she’s right, and she’ll never pass up a chance to (a) prove Steve Harrington wrong and (b) make some money from it. Luckily, Steve seems to take the bait, straightening up at her proposal.

“Please, I’m confident enough to bet you $20 out the gate.” 

“$20?! You’re-” 

Then as fate would have it, the front door swings open and you enter the store, your white tweed jacket and matching skirt a sore contrast to the bright blue and red neon color palette of the store. Clutching a small leather handbag over your left shoulder, you seem a bit lost on where to start, before you make your way over to the new arrivals section. Steve hasn’t really seen you since his graduation a year ago - he was always aware of you, and the two of you did share some mutual friends - but he’d never really taken the time to get to know you. 

But now, staring at you from the counter, Steven wishes he had made the effort to at least befriend you. He's watching in awe as your perfectly manicured nails tap alongside the cover of a random action movie, your bright eyes squinting at the title before turning it over to examine another tape. The neon glow from the signs above seem to illuminate your face perfectly, exposing your soft blush and sticky lipgloss, your lips parting ever so slightly to sound out the movie titles. 

“Oy.” Robin then elbows him on the side, causing Steve to wince in mock pain. “Stop ogling at her. I know she’s hot, but she’s taken, remember?” 

Steve glares at her response, before rolling up his sleeves and stretching his neck. 

“Yeah right. Anyways. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go help our new… customer.” 

Robin attempts to stop him but now there’s a line of previous customers at the checkout counter, effectively pinning her to behind the cash register. But then she spots Eddie’s van pull up in the parking lot outside, and suddenly that didn't seem so bad. Oh, this was going to be so interesting for her to watch.

You’re stuck trying to decide between two movies - Footloose and Sixteen Candles - when Steve casually strolls up next to you, flipping on his boyish charm. You sense someone else’s presence behind you and turn around to see Steve Harrington, pointing at the two selections you’re holding with a smile on his face.

“They’re both really good picks, but I prefer Footloose. It’s the perfect mix of comedy and drama. Plus you can’t go wrong with Kevin Bacon dancing to rock music in a town where it’s illegal.” 

His comment makes you giggle - a light, melodic sound that makes Steve's whole body buzz with warmth.

“Thanks, Steve. Good to see you here, I haven’t seen you around since-” 

“Since graduation, yeah. You’re almost there too, huh?” he teases, and you shift nervously on your feet.

“Oh yeah, senior year and all! I can’t believe my four years are coming to an end. It feels like just yesterday that I was a freshman, starting out in Hawkins as the new kid with zero friends. I’m so glad I’m not a freshman anymore.” you laugh nervously.

“I’m glad you’re not a freshman anymore, either.” Steve offers, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that?” you hum, amused. Steve's grin widens as he prepares his next sentence.

“Cause now that you’re no longer a freshman, I can ask you-”

But Steve doesn't get to finish his sentence when two strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist, accompanied by a voice whispering “boo” into your ears. You jump at the sudden contact and noise, before realization dawns on you and you turn around to face Eddie, a semi-frown etched on your face.

“You jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack.” you smack him in the chest with your bag lightly, causing him to double over in laughter. 

“I’m sorry, princess. But you’re just too fun to tease.” 

Princess.

Steve’s blood runs ice cold at the nickname, as his eyes do a double take at the sight of you two together. His gaze follows as Eddie wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you right up against him as the metalhead takes out one of the movies from your hands and inspects it in the light.

“Sixteen Candles, huh? I know I said you could pick the movie this time but you’re really killing me with these choices, angel.” 

“Oh actually, Steve recommended Footloose so I think we should rent that one!” you excitedly respond, linking your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good to me. Can we check this one out?” Eddie asks politely, as Steve blinks wordlessly for a few moments. He’s shell shocked, embarrassed and confused as he forces himself to nod, trodding up to the counter and practically shoving Robin to the side to scan the damn VHS. 

“Hi Robin!” you greet the girl at the counter with a wide smile, as her eyes light up.

“You know who I am?” 

“Of course I do! One of my big campaigns last year was to increase the budget for our school’s band. You're amazing, by the way."

The two of you engage in light dialogue, but it all falls on deaf ears for Steve. Quickly completing the transaction and giving Eddie a forced grin, he watches as Eddie links his fingers with yours again, walking you away from the counter. 

“Oh, wait!” you pause in your tracks, turning around to look at Steve. “Steve, you wanted to ask me something?” 

The silence in the store is almost painful, with you looking at Steve with such innocence and wonder, Robin (badly) stifling her laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s ears going pink with embarrassment. 

“No, it’s uh, it’s nothing! It was about student government but I can just ask someone else in the committee.” 

You frown at his response, concerned.

“Are you sure? You can ask me right now!” 

God, Steve wishes there was a hole he could dive under right now because the embarrassment is becoming almost unbearable. 

“Yeah I’m sure.”

You give him another dazzling smile, bidding him and Robin goodbye, before the door closes behind you and Eddie, your laughter ringing in Steve's ears as Eddie impatiently pulls you towards his car. Steve can basically feel Robin’s gaze burning into his back as he turns around, dejected and mortified. Robin opens her mouth to tease him, but Steve quickly holds his hand up to stop his best friend from speaking.

“I know, I know. That was pathetic.”

“And I was right.” Robin smugly adds. “About (Y/n) and Eddie.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Robin lets a few moments of silence pass before she pokes him on the side.

“So, about the $20….” 

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“The two of them together? No fucking way.” Jason put out the lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leanged against the metal railings of the Starcourt Mall, glaring at his teammate, Carl, who had just said that he had seen you and Eddie making out behind the bleachers last Friday. “(Y/n) is like, one of the hottest girls in school. Why the hell would she settle for a freak like him?”

“Beats me, man. Maybe it was just a one time thing?” Carl weakly offers, shrugging his shoulders. Jason doesn’t seem very satisfied at his friend’s answer, craning his neck and looking over the side of the railings. The mall is as busy as it gets on a Saturday like today, with families, couples and friend groups pushing against each other from store to store. 

“I’ll see it when I believe it.” Jason puffs out his chest in annoyance, his tone laced with a twinge of anger and animosity that intrigues Carl. 

“You have something against her or something?” 

As soon as the question leaves Carl’s mouth, he remembers - last week’s party, by Chrissy’s pool house. Jason had strolled up to you with a drink in hand before asking you out, which you had flat out declined in front of basically the whole basketball team. It seemed as if the memory is also suddenly in Jason’s mind as the blonde rolls his eyes and shoves past his friend, swearing under his breath.

“You know damn well I don’t. Just shut the fuck up, okay? Let's just get some food."

His tone is decisive and Carl knows better than to push the blonde's temper any further.

“Sure.” 

The two of them don’t speak whilst walking towards the food court, the distant sound of muffled conversations and music from stores filling the air. Jason is taking his time to look around, comparing his options, when he hears your unmistakable laughter from the end of the hall. He tears his gaze away from the booth, only to see you perched on Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson’s lap, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream as his ring clad fingers brush against your exposed knees. 

The sight makes the jock feel sick with anger and jealousy, and suddenly he’s glad that the mall is bustling with people. Through the crowds and crowds of strangers, the two of you seem blissfully unaware of the star basketball player’s envious gaze, too caught up in each other’s presence to notice anything else but each other. Then you kiss Eddie’s cheek, whispering something in his ears before leaving the ice cream cup in his hands to walk off somewhere. 

Ignoring Carl’s protests to just “leave them alone”, Jason finds himself strolling up to his enemy, Jason's steps forceful and hurried. Eddie’s smile falters ever so slightly when he looks up at who’s suddenly standing in front of him, before an amused smirk appears on his face.

“Jason. What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor, my good sir?” his voice is dripping with sarcasm and more than ever, Jason wants to smack the damn expression off of his face.

“Cut the shit, Munson. What the fuck are you doing with (Y/n)?” Jason aggressively questions.

“I was kissing her, duh.” Eddie responds as a matter-of-factedly, enjoying being able to tease the jock. It’s not often that Eddie has the true upper hand, actual power over someone like Jason - so he’s relishing in it now, watching the basketball player’s confident facade crumble like chalk as his chest heaves in angry breaths.

“I know that, jackass. I’m asking what the fuck you’re doing kissing HER.” the blonde presses, but Eddie simply leans back against the table nonchalantly, totally unbothered.

“She’s my girlfriend, buddy. What else would we be doing? Because if you’re worried that's all we do-” Eddie pauses, before leaning forward with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “No need. We do a lot more, if you get what I mean.” 

Jason’s hands flare upwards to land a punch on Eddie's face but Carl beats the blonde to it, wrapping a hand on Jason’s wrist and tugging his friend backwards. 

“He’s not worth it, dude. Besides, your mom said you’d be grounded if you got arrested for assault one more time.” 

Jason stares straightforward at Eddie Munson with nothing but hatred in his heart, whilst the metalhead looks proud and relaxed, amused at how everything has played out. Shoving his teammate off, Jason straightens up, brushing his varsity jacket sleeves with his hands before pointing a finger in Eddie’s face.

“This is far from over, Munson.” 

“Cool.” 

Eddie’s more than aware that Jason is still staring at the two of you from across the dining hall, ignoring Carl’s attempts at conversation, and it’s what propels Eddie to do what he does when you return from the bathroom. 

“I’m back!” you sing, sitting back down onto Eddie’s lap. You notice that Eddie's expression is now different, still sweet but something a bit sinister in his eyes, and it makes you tilt your head in confusion. “Anything happen while I’m gone?” 

Eddie looks at your face, brushing your cheeks with his left hand, whilst his right hand rests on your upper thigh. He thanks whatever gods are up there that you’ve chosen to wear his favorite black dress today, cinched in at the waist with a belt, the fabric soft and the length just above your knees. Placing the ice cream to the side, he brings your face down for a hungry kiss, the taste of chocolate and raspberry still lingering on your lips. The knowledge that the smug blonde asshole - Jason Carver - is watching with seething jealousy across the hall makes it all the more satisfying when you eagerly return the kiss, Eddie’s left hand raising to pull you in closer by your neck. 

After a few heated moments Eddie leans back and you let out a few breaths, frazzled and dazed at your boyfriend’s sudden affection. 

“I’m definitely not complaining but… what was that for, Eds?” 

Eddie decides not to give Jason the satisfaction of looking over at him, instead opting to lace his fingers with yours and gaze at you lovingly.

“Can’t I just kiss my beautiful girlfriend because I want to?” 

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“And now, we have entered into the mystical lands of fa- Hello? Are any of you listening?” Eddie waves a hand in front of the freshmen boys' faces, noticing that their minds seem to be somewhere else. They sit there, unmoving, before Mike whispers something to Lucas, who in turn elbows Dustin.

“Right. Uh, we have a question for you. That's non D&D related.” he awkwardly starts to ask, causing Eddie to sigh.

“We’re in the middle of a campaign.” Eddie pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“We know, we know, but it’s important.” Dustin insists, and Eddie can’t help but comply: he does have a soft spot for these kids, after all.

“Alright then.” Eddie sits himself down on a spare plastic chair facing the kids. “What is it?” 

A moment of silence passes before Dustin blurts out the question that's been plaguging his and his friends' minds for the past few days.

“Can you give us tips on how to pick up girls?” 

The question makes Eddie laugh, his head thrown backwards as a loud laugh rips through his throat, before his smile is wiped off by the serious looks on the kids’ faces. 

“Oh, you’re being serious? Seriously? Why the hell would you ask me of all people that?” 

“Because we heard-” Mike starts, only to be shot a warning glare by Lucas that makes him shut up. That catches Eddie’s attention, pointing the end of his ruler to Mike.

“No. What is it? Speak.” 

“We heard that you’re dating (Y/n). Like, cheer co-captain and class president (Y/n).” 

The mention of your name makes his heart warm and it’s hard to fight off the smile from rising onto his face. 

“You heard right, Wheeler.” 

The boys’ eyes light up at the admission before they all start speaking at once, clearly excited.

“Wait, really? I thought it was just Hawkins gossip.” “I knew it! I called it beforehand, honestly.” “So that’s why we want to know how you did it!”

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Eddie shakes his head sideways at the freshmen boys’ antics.

“Look kiddos, I’m flattered that you’d want my advice on dating but I really don’t have much to tell you.” 

Lucas groans at that.

“Oh, come on! There has to be something you said or did to land a girlfriend like (Y/n)! Tell us, please?” 

The conversation is then interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at the door, before the door swings open to reveal you smiling sheepishly behind it. On your left hand you’re holding what looks to be Eddie’s beloved roleplaying notebook as you walk over and kiss Eddie on the cheek. You quickly realize that you’ve walked in on a fully active campaign, turning to look at three young freshman boys practically gawking at the sight of you being affectionate with Eddie.

“Oh. Hi there. I’m-” 

“(Y/n) (L/n).” Dustin finishes for you, and you laugh. Eddie squints his eyes at the boys, clearly noticing the infatuation glazing over their eyes. It makes him pull you down onto his lap, resting his head on your shoulder as you laugh - you know that’s code for ‘I’m jealous, please give me attention.’ 

“That’s right. And you three must be-” 

“Dustin.” 

“Lucas.”

“Mike.”

The three of them seem to be really good friends, you note, almost in sync with the way they introduce themselves and fumble to straighten up their posture in your presence. It’s incredibly adorable, and you can easily see why Eddie is so protective and taken with them. 

“Nice to meet you all. I’m so sorry for interrupting your game, I just noticed that Eddie left this behind in PreCalc and wanted to return it to him-” 

“It’s fine, princess. Actually you have impeccable timing, because these three boys wanted to know how I managed to land myself a girl like you.” Eddie says, rubbing circles into your left palm.

You laugh at Eddie's comment, before you see that Dustin, Lucas and Mike have leaned over to hear your response, completely serious expression on their faces. 

“Oh. You guys genuinely want to know?” you're surprised.

The young boys all nod empathetically, and you casually look over at your boyfriend, who is smiling down at you mischievously.

“Well go on, baby. Tell them how I won a girl like you over.” 

“Okay. Um… Eddie didn’t really have to do anything to win me over. I fell for him because he's... him. He’s charming, kind and funny. He’s passionate about music and protecting his friends. He’s wholly and unapologetically himself in an environment that tries to sap any kind of authenticity from you. If anything, I don’t know how I was so lucky enough to land a boyfriend like Eddie.” you finish, looking back at the senior with a soft smile on your face. Eddie's secretly getting choked up at your kind words but masking it behind a boyish smirk, shifting you on his lap.

“Aw, all those nice things and you didn’t even mention my devilishly handsome looks!” he complains.

You roll your eyes at his antics before looking back at the three boys.

“Yes, that too. It helped that Eddie is a good looking man. There. You happy?” 

Eddie swears he can see the whole universe in your eyes. He never wants to stop looking into them.

“With you? Always.” 

The boys collectively groan in disgust when Eddie pulls you down for a swift kiss, with Lucas loudly yelling that he was going to throw up. Eddie tells them to shut up as you stifle a laugh, quickly getting up and re-adjusting the varsity jacket on your shoulder.

“I should get going. I slipped out of a student council meeting to come down here to give Eddie the notebook. Are we still on for tonight?” you ask Eddie, who nods in response.

“Of course.” 

The room’s still masked in stunned silence when you wave the boys goodbye and disappear into the hallway, the rest of the D&D game long forgotten in their minds. Eddie waves his hands in front of their faces again, exasperated at their lack of focus.

“Oi, freshmen! Can we get back to the game now?” 

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Eddie swears the only quiet moments with you in this bustling, nosy town is in his bedroom. You’re laying against his chest, your body laying between his legs as he gently attempts you teach you the first few notes of his new song. Your skirt’s bunched up to your thighs and your frilly socks are rubbing against his bare legs, your cute giggles escaping every so often when he compliments you on getting a note right by kissing your face.

The sun’s started to set, bathing the trailer in red and orange glow, and he swears you look practically angelic in this light. Hair frayed around your face, your lower teeth biting your lips in concentration, your delicate fingers thrumming lightly against the guitar. With every shift against Eddie, your cardigan falls down to expose your shoulder and Eddie resists the urge to mark you up right then and there.

Noticing that he’s stopped instructing you on what to do, you stop playing, looking up at him with curiosity.

“Is something wrong?” 

God, Eddie thinks, the kids were right. He has no idea how he has landed someone like you. 

“Everything’s perfect, princess. Just… a lot of thoughts are in my head at the moment.” 

You frown at his response, setting the guitar to the side before pulling back to face Eddie.

“Is it about all the Hawkins students getting on your ass about us dating? I’m really sorry, I tried to do some gossip patrol today but people really like talking and drama and-” 

“No, no, it’s fine.” he assures you, placing two warm hands on your face. “I get why people talk. I mean me, Eddie Munson. Freak of the school, best known for supposedly devil worshipping and not being able to pass senior year. Getting to kiss and hold hands with you, miss co-captain and class president? Of course people would wanna talk."

Your expression softens at his admission.

“Well… you know what they say, opposites attract.” you tease, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. This time, your lips taste like cherry - he figures you must’ve been applying cherry chapstick whilst he was in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He’s hungry for more, never satisfied with just one kiss as he pulls you back onto him once more. 

“I guess they do.” 

The entire school doesn’t understand how you two are dating. Eddie isn’t quite sure why either. But he’s more than happy to let it be a mystery - so long as he gets to continue to hold onto you like this.

-> a/n: I hope we get to see a lot more from him in the show in vol 2 and onwards! Anyways, I really hope y'all enjoyed it: please let me know if you did and if you'd like me to write more in this fandom by liking/commenting/reblogging and what not.

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fics #eddie munson #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k

[plushieslayer]

Reyna when Octavian became Pontifex Maximus (due to an emergency) :😡🤬😱🤯😨😠

Reyna when Jason became Pontifex Maximus : 🥰😘☺️😊😇😁

“Reyna wanted to strangle him. No demigod in living memory had taken the title Pontifex Maximus. By doing so Octavian was elevating himself almost to the level of emperor.”

isn’t Jason doing the same thing?

and the greeks DID bomb CJ.So what’s the point😭😭

also letting an unknown person,who claims to be from a camp of PEOPLE YOU FOUGHT WITH and who suffers from AMNESIA become praetor after like 2 days is so fucking stupid I’m sorry

*not reyna slander,but like sometimes I realize how much immature these characters acted,because they were in fact minors,child soldiers.*

they all needed therapy fr

#reyna needs therapy #octavian needs therapy #octavian deserved better friends #octavian pjo #octavian hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #octavian #trials of apollo #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #hoo #percy needs therapy #JASON MY FERAL WOLF BOI :(( #jason is one of the most traumatized #jason suppresses emotions

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

Bats usually keep an eye on large gatherings in Gotham, but in this case Bruce literally can't pay them enough to do their jobs.

---

In Gotham, large gatherings are always risky business. With half a dozen big name rogues with half a dozen screws loose, things can get out of hand FAST.

So yes, forgive Bruce if he likes having at least two bats or birds on the scene when people group together and make themselves easy targets.

His rag-tag group of children, adult or otherwise, usually agree with him. But in this case-

"I'm not going out of my way to help anti-gay protestors," Tim says before Bruce even let's himself think about which of his partners in anti crime he would like at his back. "I'm the one that green-lit the Wayne Enterprises gay agenda that they're protesting."

"That's... Fair."

And it was! Bruce was hardly going to force his bisexual son to save people that would tear him down if given half the chance. He'd demanded far too selflessness of Tim already.

It was just... No one else was volunteering either.

---

Dick, alerted by Tim about the group of anti-gay protestors planning their little event on Facebook, takes one look at Bruce approaching and shakes his head.

"I've heard what they said about my baby brother," he cautions before Bruce can say anything.

Tim, out and secure in his identity, doesn't care what any civilians have to say about him. Dick, deeply angry and protective, cares very much what slander people sling at his little brother.

Bruce, understanding that maybe his eldest was getting better about managing his anger, but deeply unwilling to test his resolve, nods and backs away.

---

Damian is his next choice, though he doesn't hold very high hopes for him either.

"Father, I will not be responsible for the safety of fools willingly endangering themselves," Damian says, reasonably and Bruce is glad to hear it. He has a whole speech about protecting civilians even if they act in defiance of their own safety. It's blown to pieces when Damian explains further. "I've already taken the liberty of inviting Jon and his paramour to heckle them."

"No metas in Gotham," Bruce says before his brain can catch up to his mouth. "This is already a tense situation and-"

"No metas in Gotham," Damian repeats, pitching his voice lower as he mocks his father. "What do you propose Duke is, Father?"

This is an argument he isn't willing to have. Not right now. He puts a pin in it and reaches out to Jon to politely request that he doesn't make an appearance at the protest. Jon concedes in exchange for his permission to come to Gotham's pride event next week. Bruce gives it under the stipulation that Jon and Jay let him give them a full primer on Gotham rogues and how to counter them.

---

Stephanie is somehow warned in advance and texts him before he can reach out to her.

"sorry not sorry, if doctors in Texas can choose to let people die then so can I. ask someone else to help w your homophobe problem"

Bruce wants to point out that is a gross simplification of the fraught political state of Texas. He also wants to point out that they are nowhere near Texas.

He wonders about the feasibility of sponsoring abortion access and trans healthcare in another state if only because it is GENUINELY funny when bigots with talk shows get into a tizzy over Brucie Wayne.

He lets the thought lie for the moment.

---

Duke hears him out, at least, before telling him that he's really sorry, B, but he's gonna be sick that day. It's all very sad, has he tried to talk to Jason?

---

Cass looks at him. He looks at her. They both know she won't be his backup.

---

He hates to say it, but Jason WAS his last choice in this situation. Not for lack of trust or faith in his abilities, but because-

"I'm asking Aunt Harley to have Poison Ivy start a pollen induced gay orgy," he says bluntly when Bruce asks if Jason would be busy on the day of the protest.

"At the-"

"At Wayne Enterprises, for the protest. Yes. Stay away if you value your heterosexuality, old man."

Bruce, remembering his college days and the types of things he's gotten up to in his own time, doesn't correct his son. Revealing that his father was intimately familiar with gay sex isn't a conversation Bruce ever wanted to have with Jason. Or anyone else.

Bruce, wisely, lets the police handle the protest.

#tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #dc pride #batfamily #long post #my writing tag #once again this is coming to you live from my phone rip to everyone

[meili-sheep]

Genuinely disgusted by how people keep victim blaming Diluc, saying Diluc is the source of all of kaeya's problems. And some of the people slandering Diluc are Diluc fans themselves!

Don't get me started on the "jokes" this fandom writes about him. I personally don't think physical violence or 'characters getting blamed for something they didn't do' are funny jokes.

I'm so tired.

Wish people would realise how shitty of a person kaeya is. It doesn't help that Genshin rewrote kaeya to make him likeable.

(Kaeya and collei are friendly with each other, Kaeya babysitting klee when she already has albedo)

Sorry for rambling. I'm sick of how terribly Diluc is getting treated. And I am avoiding most of the fandom, but I still end up running into these people.

Honestly, like Diluc low-key has been getting shafted for a while. In the fandom and in canon.

And the only reason I think that he's been kept in Mihoyo's basement is because his lore is just so end game heavy. So that's why he hasn't popped up again. I think Mihoyo realized that the traveler could just ask Diluc shit, and he'd be able to solve like 70% of their problems.

As for the fandom. I personally am both fascinated by fandom as a method of looking at people's social interaction and as a method of studying their interruptions of media in a creative way. But also holy cow does it suck to be in here sometimes. And I feel I am desensitized to people's shitty takes on Kaeya and Diluc. Partly because well. I'm a Jason Todd fan, so I've been having the shit beating out of me since like 2014 (when I got into superhero comics). And I do see a lot of parallels between fan interruptions, Bruce's relationship with Jason and Kaeya and Diluc. Like Bruce has deeply wronged Jason. And I'm not talking Under the Red Hood, I'm like talking RHatO #25 and whatever the hell was happening in Gotham War (I'm honestly trying to forget that). And so has Kaeya. Like Man is not that stupid, his decision to tell Diluc that was entirely selfish. You have to have like no emotional intelligence to do what Kaeya did. And Kaeya had consistently proven he does have that. He had a great moment of weakness and now continues to be too weak to actually apologize. He's also dense in a way I'm not a fan of. Because if you really think he's gonna be a spy and betray Mondstadt I would ask you to take a literature course to expand your critical thinking and analytical skills. Because it would make no sense. Like he might for like half a second, but then he's gonna turn around.

Anyway. If you want a piece of advice, the only advice I can give you is to not engage and let it roll off your back. You're welcome to come here and bitch if you want. As I am the Hate Crepus corner. And I'd say I'd warmed up the Kaeya but honesty I think I've just warm up to how *I* write him which is different.

On a positive note, I'm working on a theory that Jason Todd and Diluc Ragnvindr are Lesbian Wraith characters. No, I will not explain at this time.

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc #maybe i just like character that like the punching bag of fandom #and In Jason's case canon #My mans gets no break

[devine-fem]

(sorry for anon i am just too Shy) but thank you for existing omg . i hate seeing ppl slander damian just to give fanon tim's character some flavor and mischaracterizing both in the process. it's just so refreshing to see someone who not only does not relate to this little white boy but also dislikes him. also want to thank you for the good mom talia al ghul content 🙏she deserves better

anyway, in batman: son of the demon where talia gives up damian to an orphanage, what do you think his life would be like? do you think he'd be able to trace the necklace back to his mom? this is a super open-ended question but i'd love to hear your thoughts in general and can' think of anything else to ask sorryyy

Oh yeah, Tim Drake makes me want to bite concrete. I also don’t really understand how fanon works, I only ever base my thoughts off of how canon is so I just dislike Tim Drake for Tim Drake, I dislike who he is, how he is and what he’s done to other characters in story and in general, he’s kind of responsible for Damian’s white washing for one.

If you like Tim Drake as a Damian fan, I salute you, that’s hard work.

Fandom kind of seems interested in saying that Damian and Tim pretend to hate each other or they make Tim and Damian out to love each other oh so much and this is just blatanly untrue and I find no interest in trying to repair or explore their relationship. I am totally fine with some characters not getting along at all.

I’m sorry but common interest between characters will not repair the relationship they canonically have. I don’t care that Jason and Damian both like books, they tried to kill each other three times and comdemned the other for their trauma.

This would be Damian without the intense training and he’d probably respectively lose his attitude as well. He’d probably be found by Bruce instead and be a sweet, shy little kid. It’d make for an interesting story for this normal kid to find out he’s kin to Talia Al Ghul, the head of an elite assassins league and literally Batman.

But that story would probably take away a lot of the fun parts of Damian that I enjoy so not many thoughts about it. He’d fit in more as a traditional Robin, it’d take away that unique quality that separates him from the rest of the Robins which is the fact that he chose to be Robin to become a better version of himself and that pulling him between two completely different worlds and destiny.

I’d read this if it was a short mini comic though, it sounds fun, Damian but more tolerable to the general audience, lol. It’s also kind of funny that it got retconned, to me I just like think it’d be funny if that was a entirely different kid and somewhere out there Damian has another brother than Respawn.

#damian wayne #talia al ghul #batfam #asks #al ghul family #dc comics

[bess3714]

I didn't know this comic even existed before now, but if the rest of the issues are as funny as this one, I might have to read it

Catman: He's not talking to us, right?

Bane: Idk, maybe? Hard to say

These guys are so funny

Bane: I will not break your spine. Instead, I will let the ground break your spine

Okay, so I just went and looked this guy up and his name is Peter Merkel, Jr. and her backstory is so wack but I'm lowkey obsessed with this murderous store-brand Robin and I want you all to know that

Bane saving kids is so sweet. Also I like how this could be read as Bane saying, "The Batman saved your child because his influence caused me to make the decision to save her" but also "I am the Batman and I saved your child."

Ohohoho, this is getting good!

Catman: You want to be Batman so bad.

Bane: No, you want to be Batman so bad.

Ragdoll: I want to be Robin. I want it so bad.

And the reference to Jason Todd's death is just mwah *chef's kiss* beautiful

"Oh, I'm a little sidekick short and lean, I'll be replaced when I'm eighteen!" Dick does not deserve this slander but I'm wheezing anyway lmao

I mean, not giving yourself permission to bleed out is a very Batman-like trait. The spine thing, not so much.

And the thrilling conclusion to the issue!

I cackled through this whole issue. I'm not even joking it was so amusing and I don't even know any of these characters. Fucking spectacular.

Oh, and getting back to the actual Battle for the Cowl-ness thing, the writing is on the wall for Nightwing

Ooooo, I think you're going to have to be Batman, Dick. Sorry, buddy. That sucks

#dick grayson #nightwing #battle for the cowl #bane #thomas blake #catman #peter merkel jr #ragdoll #secret six #secret six 9 #dickey bird #babble for the cowl #comic thought bubble

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (28)

28. Crossroads

MASTERLIST

Summary: Days could make a big difference 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: Crestan shows up so A LOT of cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, war and all that comes with it. Daemon slander, sorry guys.

Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.2k

Notes: we have a small time jump, in the last chapter, following Rhaegar, two weeks went by. I know is weird to read a story about an insert reader with no reader HAHA but we will be back soon!

The Lannister army had crossed, unseen, the Riverlands.

From Casterly Rock they marched south-east through the River Road and towards Riverrrun, unknown to them, Prince Daemon was there only a day ago, but he didn’t leave any men there, so, taken by surprise, Riverrun was taken almost too easily by half of the Lannister Army as they were making their own preparations to march… 

Thanks to Joanna Lannister, Lady of Riverrun, the casualties were to a minimum, and even if Jason Lannister, his brother, took his husband as a prisoner, she surrendered the Tully forces to his brother, everything to avoid bloodshed, the life of her men, family and people where the most important thing at the moment. 

So the Lannisters took control of Riverrun, and with that, and from there, thanks to scouts, and the maester of Riverrun’s sigil and ravens, they could easily pinpoint the location of the Winter Wolves, that were coming south from Moat Cailin and towards the Twins

So half of the Lannister army (the rest was with their navy), and the Tully forces turned, they marched North through all those small towns, and got to the Twins before the wolves, to gather the Frey forces as well, two armies, their former River Lords, The Freys were easily swayed to arm their men against the Northerner army

And together, the three forces crossed the River north, and awaited for the Winter Wolves. Hidden behind the treeline.

When they saw them marching south, they caught him between the river and them hidden in the woods. It could have been a slaughter of the older men's army, taking a big toll on the Stark Army taking out their most seasoned men. 

It was an assured victory

But… The Tullys, as commanded by their Lady Joanna Tully (former Lannister), turned their backs on the army, taking out their spears and pushing the Lannisters against the wolves, and they trapped them instead, covering their escape route. The battle had already begun, so the Lannisters were already caught against the Winter Wolves.

And Joanna and her husband had intentionally failed to notify the Lannisters about the very much grown dragon that was accompanying the northerner army, and the dragon had not been flying with the army, so the scouts hadn't seen it.

So the Lannisters and Freys were caught on plainfield, not protected by the trees, and between the Wolves and the Tullys. And from over the treeline, they saw in horror the golden and cream beast that breathed fire all over them 

Meanwhile… Rhaegar atop of Karnax had to reign in it, not to burn the entire forest near the Twins. 

As the Winter Wolves fought the Lannisters, and were winning, he attacked the rear part of the army, to make sure his fire didn’t burn the Northerners.

He felt like an almighty god, with the power of fire at his disposal, everything under him, everything he wanted to burn, it burned under Karnax’s golden flames. It felt so powerful, but with that, he also felt scared, terribly scared, the smell of burned flesh reached his nostrils and the sounds of their screams filled his ears, and that filled him with the need to throw up. 

The Freys soon surrendered, seeing the Tully army turning had already diminished their desire to fight alongside the Lannisters, so as soon as karnax breathed fire above them, they dropped their weapons and waited in the sidelines. And it didn’t take long for the Winter Wolves to slaughter the Lannister Army.

They captured a few captains, and a second grade Lannister uncle who was leading the attack, and by sunset, the battle was over and won. The first victory for the blacks. 

Rhaegar’s legs almost gave up when he landed on the ground again. Lord Roderick came close to him, see the boy was pale as a ghost

“Are you alright boy?”, he asked, grabbing by the shoulders, Rhaegar barely nodded, but he had his heart pounding so hard he could barely hear him, “you are shaking like a leaf in autumn”, he laughed

Rhaegar fall to his knees in front of the Lord of Barrowton, he felt dizzy, adrenalin abandoning his body

“You saved our asses boy!”, the men said, as the rest of the Lords of the Winter wolves surrounded the both their leader, Rhaegar and Karnax, “we might be dead if it wasn’t for you and your dragon”

“That boy needs some ale!”, laughed one, “and a woman to comfort him”

“No!”, he managed to say, “I’m betrothed!”, he said then. gaining laughs of approval from all those close to them, “but I want that Ale!”, he laughed 

The Twins were now for the blacks.

Rhaegar handed them the only Targaryen sigil he had on him at the moment, his own, The white dragon over the tricolor bolts on a black field, and that is the sigil that hanged by one of the Twins’s towers as a sign of their allegiance

And at night, they camped outside on the southside, as they were already accustomed to, by the fire, and under the stars, sharing tales of the fresh battle. These were seasoned men, ready for the Stranger, or their old god, to take them, so they shared their own stories between laughs.

“I’ve never flown into battle like that before”, Rhaegar admitted, “before this I only contested in one tournament, and the Knight from the vale knocked off my horse and on my ass”, he admitted, making all the men laugh

“Well boy, you did great”, said Roderick. “A Strong Dragon”

“Thanks Lord Roderick”, he said, “I really want to be a knight”

“Do ya’ now?”, he asked, amused, “Hey Manderly!”, Lord Roderick called, “come ‘ere”, Robin Manderly was the old uncle of the Lord of White Harbor, “you follow the Seven, right?”, he asked as the men showed up in the midst of night

“That’s right”, he said

“You are a knight”, he nodded, “Well, the boy wants to be a knight, Knight him already would ya’?

“I’ll be honored”, he muttered. So Rhaegar kneeled on the ground, by the fire, and the tall lord, with long and white beard and long gray hairs, took out his sword

“Rhaegar of House Targaryen and Strong, do you swear before the eyes of gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, your liege lord, and your king, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they may be?”, he asked, placing the blade on his shoulder

“Yes I do”, he answered firmly, so he changed to his right shoulder

“So now arise, as a Knight of the seven Kingdoms”, he said solemnly. And Rhaegar stood, with a big smile on his face, as all those Lords and men from the North cheered for him. 

.

Back in Riverrun, Lady Joanna Lannister and Tully sipped her cup of wine from Lannisport as she watched The Tully forces return home, unharmed and complete. And no sign of the Lannister army, just as planned

“What has happened?”, asked Jason, her brother, entering the room, he didn’t march alongside their men, instead preferring to stay in the comforts of Riverrun. Through the doors of the Hall entered the army captains, who grabbed Jason as the few Lannister soldiers who had remained, screamed loudly as they were being killed by the tully soldiers, and could be heard from outside the walls, “Traitor!”, he called his own sister, “how could you do this?”

“I’m a Tully now”, she answered simply, “and you are a traitor to the crown”, she said firmly. Not feeling not even a little of remorse, “you come here, threaten my husband, my children, my family” 

“We are your family!”, he said. And she shook her head.

“What shall we do now, My Lady?”, asked the commander

“Release my husband and the rest of the prisoners”, she commanded, and a soldier ran to fulfill her command. She walked towards Jason

“Family protects you and guards you, you betrayed me all those years ago, marrying me to that man, and you did nothing to protect me from him, even though you knew”, her husband was released and walked through the doors, alongside their two boys, one of six and ten, and the other of four and ten. 

“Take him to the cells”, Lord Tully commanded as he walked through the room to embrace his wife. Joanna hugged his husband and children. “You did amazing sweet wife”, he whispered against her golden hair, “my golden lioness”

“The Tully forces had return home whole”, she answered, “the Lannister forces were slaughtered at the Twins”

“You have secured the Riverlands”, sentenced his husband.

2 weeks ago

According to Crestan, he had been dragged from one part of this forsaken land to another… What is seemed to be a simple mission of sneaking prince Daemon to King’s Panting or whatever the fuck the name was, it was postponed bitterly, instead the prince had asked him to go up a river, it was barely deep enough to hold his ship… and then that river turned into three huge rivers called “The trident”

His men were getting restless, since they had to row… And Crestan had a lot of trouble explaining that they were most likely not going to be paid for their efforts, instead the only rewards will be their lives, and not be burned.

Apparently Daemon wanted to reach Riverrrun, and he couldn’t do it by Dragon, but a colorful pirate ship would be less conspicuous. What the actual fuck

Riverrun was an interesting castle to see, he had to admit, built over the river, it was certainly a sight. He wouldn’t mind being named lord of a castle, he thought. 

While Daemon negotiated with the Tullys, he waited patiently in his boat, that weird as fuck looking dragon would fly over them, with his strange, dolphin like roar. 

Apparently the negotiations had been fruitful, he had no idea Daemon had used him, and the fact he so easily crept up the river finally convinced them. The Tully forces were going to leave for Harrenhal soon. Even though Lord Tully had expressed his concern, the location of the Lannister army was yet to be revealed, they were the Green’s greatest ally, of course they were arming themselves… Where were they?

So Daemon promised that the northern army was going to come down soon, with them, a dragon. And Harrenhal has also a dragon, both of them could come in to help. 

If they only knew the Lannister Army attacked barely a day after they left. 

So finally, they went downriver again, and soon, Crestan thought he would be relieved, but a week had already gone by… if you were not dead after the attack, you were now probably really gone…

But the mission you gave him was also in King’s Landing, if Crestan couldn’t save you, he would save your daughter, just like you had asked him to. 

So they sailed down river again, and then they took another four days to turn around to finally pass by Dragonstone and reach King’s Landing

Even though a war was about to break out, Crestan had no trouble making port at the Black Water. He could already smell the disgusting city, and why the bay held that name. He thought it was a wretched city. 

Daemon hid himself in a cradle, and Crestad had two of his men to download it towards the city streets towards a house he had previously agreed on. 

He was a clever man, Crestan thought, but in this kind of city you could never be too careful, you could always get caught. Too many eyes. 

Crestan wanted to clean his hands of whatever this was, but Daemon knew he was a very skilled sword, so he forced him to escort him into the city, if he, the Rogue Prince, took out his Valyrian steel sword in the middle of the street everyone was going to hear about it. So he needed protection since he was going to the darkest parts of town. 

They walked in silence, Crestan didn’t really want to give him a reason to keep him around, so against all his instincts he just kept quiet and moved through the streets as two hooded figures. 

He had never been to King’s Landing, but what he thought of it was that it smelled like piss and shit, and these dragon lords were extremely obsessed with themselves, black banners with a three headed green dragon were everywhere in sight, everywhere he looked. His eyesight made him look towards the biggest building he had ever seen, and he truly had seen many

“That is the dragonpit”, said Daemon, “where Targaryens keep their dragons”, he said, amused. Crestan kept looking at the most dangerous building in all of Westeros, a stable for dragons. He wondered how many winged beasts were there, and if any or all of them were as big as Vhaelar. And then of course he remembered you.

Where the fuck where you?

He followed Daemon to the darkest parts of the city, he knew because the smell got worse, the streets were narrower and uglier. 

And they arrived to a two story building, with big dark green doors, when the door opened, Crestan wanted to kill the Rogue Prince

“A fucking whore house?”, he asked, “you brought me all the way here to fuck some whores?”

“Quiet”, he warned, as they both entered

The woman who welcomed them led them through a dark hallway towards the back of the building and down some stairs. He met with a strange looking woman that was waiting for them, clearly not from Westeros, if anything, she looked like she came from the strange lands of Lys. He had traveled around most parts of Essos, so he knew.

“The Rogue Prince Daemon”, she purred, she wore a white dress, and fixed her black hair up in her head. “And you are…?”, she asked looking right at him

“A friend”, said Daemon, “a friend from Essos”

“Don’t mind me miss”, he said with a charming smile, he didn’t really, really, he didn’t care what they could possibly discuss, so Daemon caught on to that and took what she offered him and then walked over to the next room, leaving him there. Alone.

So he pretended to get comfortable in one of the chairs that were displayed around the room, almost yawning, uninterested, but as soon as they closed the doors, he stood up, walking towards the double doors silently.

“...What we discussed” he heard 

“I have exactly the right men for the job”, she slithered with that strange accent, “it requires a special kind of men, bloodthirsty, that the only value they know is the one for gold…and a lot of coin”

“I just want the job done”, he whispered, Crestan could barely hear him

“Killing a child… a prince…”, she said back, “is nasty”

“That one-eyed cunt killed my niece, so I’m going to take his nephew”, he answered 

“He is just a child”, she said then

“I didn’t know a common whore cared for what happened in the Red Keep”

“You’ll find out that I’m not common”, she said back, “do you want the service from these men or not?”, he heard the rustling of coin, a big bag full of them

“They will go into the Red Keep, and kill prince Jaehaerys”, he commanded, “the boy of 6”

Crestan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“They will be violent, and vile”, she warned

“Even better”, he responded, “I want it to happen in front of their mother, extra coin if it is in front of that cunt Alicent, I want that family destroyed from within”

he went back and plunged himself back on the chair, making sure he looked very comfortable, and closed his eyes pretending he didn’t hear a thing.

Daemon came back with a pleased smile, and Crestan, despite the gruesome deaths the silver haired prince had threatened him with, this is the first time he actually felt scared when he saw him.

What kind of sick fuck orders the death of a child?

Yes he was a pirate, he had stole shit, killed some fuckers, but an innocent child?

Yes you were attacked and probably killed, but that wasn’t that child’s fault? Why doesn’t Daemon go after the motherfucker with the big dragon?

Na

You are going to have to wait a little longer. The gods or whomever the fuck was up there have him here for a fucking reason. 

Fuck this shit.

As they were being led out of that crap establishment, in his mind he planned the perfect distraction, he needed to get himself away from him, miss him with an excuse. 

He might be a thief, he might be a liar, some would say a real cunt, and a little bit of a coward, but he wasn’t a sick fuck 

The odds were in his favor, as they walked down towards a big street, they faced a crowd of people, going for the Sept for a mass or something, and they got caught in it. 

He heard Daemon calling for his name as he let himself get dragged by the group of religious followers, he didn’t answer, instead, he led this people led him away from him, it had been so fucking easy it was almost laughable.

Daemon thought he was going back towards his boat, it wasn’t that difficult to find the harbor. So he started walking. But Crestan did exactly the opposite, as he started walking towards the Castle, or what he guessed was the The third biggest building? that wasn’t the dragon stable or the big ass temple? that had to be the one. big, Red, Red Weep or something? yeah he’s got this, he thought, as he adjusted his cape and walked down the filthy streets. 

Two weeks had passed since the accident, and Aegon had survived the wound and the painful recovery, the outer layers of skin of his right arm, face and torso had melted off of him, and right now a new one was making his way in his flesh

He insisted on being moved to the throne room every day, servants carried him in the same chair they carried his own father through his last days, placing him in the first step leading towards the Iron Throne, and front here, he would receive lords and ladies, and would try to rule his faux Kingdom

Queen Alicent could barely stand to look at him, Aegon soon realized this and started to push her away from the war council, spurred by her continued abuse towards him since his childhood, her slaps and her angry looks. So he expelled her from the council. His right hand was Criston Cole now, the only one who matched his anger and wanted to see the black’s heads roll. 

And his other council members were hiding things from him, he knew it, if there was any good news from the Lannister army Tyland wouldn’t shut up about it, but nothing had been said and it’s been two weeks since they left Casterly Rock.

Something bad had happened and they were hiding it from him. 

Besides Borros had scouted the whole of Shipwreck bay, looking for the corpse of the princess or her fucking dragon, and nothing had showed up, that cunt, you, could still be fucking alive, maybe hiding in dragonstone or somewhere else, ready to fuck them up. 

Their most important army hasn't even left Old Town yet, tangled in impossible paperwork and bureaucracy, just thinking about it made his head spin and ache. 

Enemies were everywhere, some in plain sight, and other hidden, he couldn’t even leave the Keep, in case a rogue city watch soldier would come up against him.

There was no one who could trust. 

Not even his brother.

So he called him in, to meet him in the throne room, he needed 

“The Baratheon army will be here in a week”, he said, swallowing his pain with wine, “Borros is coming with a daughter of his choosing, that you will marry”

“I thought Daeron was the one”

“That idiot cunt hasn't even left Oldtown yet”, he spit, “he doesn’t even know how to command an army”

You don’t either, he thought bitterly 

“I’m not marrying any of his daughters brother, that wasn’t the deal”, he said

“Oh yes, this shit again”, he snapped, “Aemma this, Aema that, she is fucking useless, her family doesn’t give two shits about her, you all said that as long as we had her they wouldn’t attack but guess what, they have, that little bitch is useless”

“Don’t speak to her like that”, he said

“If you are not going to marry one of the Baratheon cunts then you will do this for me…the royal army is ready, you will fly with them and take Harrenhal”, he commanded

“Brother, you know who might be there”, he said slowly, “our nephews…”

“Those fucking traitors”, he said dismissively, “kill those little cunts”

“Aegon…”

“Is your grace, to you”, he said, pointing his burnt finger at him. Aegon blamed Aemond for his disfiguration, for his burns, it was his fault. If he had gone instead of him, one of the Strongest dragons on the black side would be dead, and he would be whole. “You’ll do as your King commands”

“You’ll send me to kill our nephews?”, he asked. Aegon grabbed the arms of his chair enraged

“You have done shit for this war”, he said, “but complain”

“Send me everywhere else”, he begged

“Storm’s End then”, he said, “Daeron is being summoned, but that cunt Borros needs a reminder of his alliance”

“Very well, brother, I will go to Storm’s End, lead the Baratheon army here”, at least he bought his nephews more time, as he figured out what to do

But one thing was clear, his brother was losing his mind.

Aemond knew about what happened in the Twins, he knew they were losing the war, alongside half of the Lannister army. He knew more things that his brother did, and yet… he still didn’t know how to stop this war. 

So without further discussion, he left the hall in search of his dragon. But deep in his gut, he knew he should have left King’s Landing

“Aegon is now disfigured, and injured”, spoke Rhaenyra, way more excited than she should be, “The North is about to Reach Harrenhal, but we don’t have news  from the Tullys, even if we have their support”

“The Tullys, Rhaegar Strong, his dragon, and a part of the Northerner army has destroyed seven thousand Lannister infantry”, reported one of his lords, “securing the Riverlands and destroying the lannister force in half”

“My nephew came through”, she whispered, at his side, Jace clenched his fist, he too wanted to prove his worth on the battlefield, riding into battle at Vermax’s back, “Where is the other half of their army?”, asked Rhaenyra

“They hadn't left the Westerlands”, said another, “if they do by sea, Dorne will sink their ships as they intent to make the pass”, Lord Corlys said, if they do by land, they will cross the Riverlands, a place we hold, with two dragons in Harrenhal it will be easy to erase the other half

“But is much easier for them to meet with the army from Oldtown”, she said, “and pressure Highgarden for the Kingdom’s food

“They are all going to meet in Harrenhal, reports from the capital had said that they are gathering the royal army”

“What about the Baratheons?”

“No word from Storm’s End, they sided with the greens, and without a proper master of whisperers, we cannot gather intelligence from the Stormlands”

“Even without the Baratheons… we are winning”, Rhaenya whispered, almost excited

“Not quite yet your grace, the greens have the treasury, my friends over the narrow sea had told me they paid handsomely for the triarchy fleet, to act as mercenaries, we expect them to attack right from Pentos, and that leaves us in the very first line”

“How about your fleet Lord Corlys?”

“Ready to defend us”, he said proudly 

“So we should expect a naval battle”, said Jacaerys, “I’m ready to defend us”, he said firmly, Rhaenyra caressed the back of his head with a soft smile. 

“You will”, she promised. 

Rhaenys had left Dragonstone, alongside Luke, and Rhaena to protect Driftmark, and also prepare the fleet. Rhaenyra felt a certain uneasiness in her belly, she hadn't received word from Daemon lately, everything had been terribly quiet, like the calm before the storm. But she shook those feelings away. they were winning

Thanks to you they were winning

Aegon was crippled, Vhagar hasn’t been seen since Aemond had killed you, and their fleet paled in comparison to Lord Corlys… the northerner army had wiped half the Lannister and remained intact, thanks to your son…

Her children were safe

Everything was looking up. 

More notes: this chapter came out a little strange… i tried to write what was happening in different places at the same time, it didn’t go quite right but… I kinda like writing about battles and war plans and schemes! haha GO JOANNA YOU LIONESS GOLDEN TROUT I LOVE YOUUU, her sigil is a Merlion BTW just made that up! I’m on fireeee. Sorry for the rant it’s just the joanna thing came so unexpectedly and I ended up loving it… if I’m aloud to because I’m feeling happy and ingenious, but also a lit self-centered right now 

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[sourslices]

hc that the titans know/knew dick better than the batfam — and it makes sense, but i dont feel like elaborating on this part. anyway...

it'd be nice to see too, yk... considering dick is the eldest in the batfam and (in at least fan content) he's known to be very caring about family and yadda yadda.

dick was the first. the first child hero/sidekick, the first robin... the leader of the titans. a charismatic leader, a faithful friend. most people idolise him, and even if you get disillusioned after getting to know him personally, there's still a certain amount of admiration and respect that will never go away when it comes to nightwing.

this also works with the yj universe — esp yj because dick's the youngest out of all of them (not too sure abt the titans, but ik he isnt the youngest)

damian's perhaps the closest to dick out of the batfam. most people are aware of the distance between them and him but jason and tim don't realise that they don't know a lot about his brother...

it starts with cass calling him out for pretending to be okay and even trying to adjust his body language to hide his fatigue and his wounds. it goes on with jason commenting about a movie night that dick had wrestled everyone into (the movie had been steph's choice btw) and then either roy or kori respond like this.

jason: *off-handedly commenting abt the movie night and dick*

roy/kori: ???

roy/kori: we saw that movie when it came out. dick hated it and swore not to watch it ever again lmaooo

or maybe it was food. jason talks abt alfred's meals and then kori chuckles and recalls how dick had told her that he wasn't too fond of alfred's cooking. jason had been like "???" because dick always acted like he loved it and then roy goes like no lmaooo dick finds most of alfred's food kinda tasteless. something about british men and not knowing how to put seasoning

when jason confronts dick, dick admits to it

dick: okay yeah true

dick: i didnt rlly like alfie's cooking when i first came here but he got better... gradually. it's better than before but

dick: ...if you ask me, i prefer his baking.

jason: roy said smth about him trying to make one of your ma's recipes

dick: i never asked him again.

dick: (starts thinking about how he had nobody to teach him how to cook like his parents did and becomes SadTM)

and then cass damian and duke all go like "??? im not alone ??" because in reality they all find alfred's cooking a little... subpar. its not bad per say but u have to rmbr alfred is old white british man and there are battles you lose. anyway, cass damian duke and dick all bond over this because they thought it was only them who found the meals prepared a little... yk. alfred still works on getting better but there is nothing that will beat food made by hands who know how it shld taste yk...

(sorry about the alfred slander)

anyway, tim starts to realise despite being dick's little brother, and the only little brother dickie had for a while, there's a lot he still doesnt know abt the guy. which is funny because tim used to essentially stalk him

kori and dick make up after a long discussion about assault and victim blaming and there are a lot of apologies and they resolve their remaining issues (that doesn't mean what happened was okay, or it was forgotten or whatever)

dick actually asks for some space and tells her their friendship will probably never be what it was and kori is sad but is like. okay. they're still friends after a few months of distance and a lot of therapy on dick's side. he didn't blame her for any of it but he still needed... time

roy and dick also sort their shit out. im unclear as to what that shit actually is because roy used to adore dick when they were speedy and robin but whatever they sort it out and there's some homoerotic tension between them im telling u... dick still asks for space el oh el it takes a while to recover from years of distance and they're not the same

but just because they aren't the same doesn't mean everything's different.

the titans are subjected to the changes in dick and they watch him interact with the batfam, meanwhile batfam realises they don't know a lot abt dickie while watching the titans take care of him in several different ways while they, despite being a family of investigators, didnt know smth was up. it's mostly donna who does the "taking care of"

ik i actually didn't mention many of the titans but... yeah

#dick grayson #donna troy #roy harper #kori'ander #did i spell it right #hope i did lol #batfamily #teen titans #dick grayson has eldest daughter syndrome #he needs to be taken care of #and he does! by his friends #titans are found family #you can pry those ideas from my cold dead hands #in a better world we would have never had kori as a victim-blamer #the mirage shit was a MESS.

[lumikinetic]

I can’t speak for everyone but I just hate Bruce and think steph’s role as spoiler was really cool & there’s a lot of unexplored ideas that could go along w her identity as spoiler (plus I love the spoiler outfit way more than her batgirl outfit I mean the black shadowy face the hood the belt.. it had it all) Though batgirl 2009 was amazing I just think it’d be cool if she called out Bruce for being a hypocrite and goes back to being spoiler/an independent vigilante. Think there needs to be more independent vigilantes around Gotham anyway like why does every hero need to be connected to Batman

I'm gonna derail onto a soapbox with this first one cause it is literally my number one all time biggest grievance with the way I see people interact with comics nowadays but my sincere and honestly held belief is that there are very very few characters in all of comics you can fully, thoroughly hate with justification. You can say "this character isn't for me" and that's fine whatever it happens, sometimes a concept doesn't make you feel that feeling when experiencing great media and this is why people naturally gravitate towards sci-fi over fantasy or slice of life over high octane action but I truly believe you can't hate most characters. Especially the biggest ones who have been running for 50+ years cause the odds that there is that one run out there that will make you finally Get It™ are astronomically high, and increase with each new writer and THAT is what comics are really about. I'm gonna be upfront w/you, I'm so so worn down by Bruce slander these days, even when I'm not trying to be hostile (like now for instance, I promise) it still comes off as that but god. It really is the lamest, most boring, hivemind-esque stance to take. "I prefer [character] to Batman" yeah sure that's valid I do too, a whole bunch of them, even Batman himself prefers Superman, but when people say "I don't like Batman, at all" all I hear is "I'm not willing to put the work in and actually do the reading". Bruce is cool as fuck as a character as it is, but if you let yourself just enjoy the rule of cool he elevates to 1000. Zdarsky's run has lost the sauce a little bit imo but Failsafe and chasing Joker to the end of existence is still great stuff, and that's just what's happening right now. Great thing about being the guy who oversaturates the DC market: Decades upon decades of top shelf content out there. BUT. The content won't come to you. You gotta go looking.

Anyway Spoiler is cool, yes

The full face mask is cool, yes

I have no preference for the spoiler/stephgirl split. Both identities are good for me she can use whatever. But it doesn't take a whole lot of attention to notice that at the end of the day, it's just a recycled and watered down version of "Laura Kinney is X-23 not Wolverine" or "Miles Morales isn't Spider-Man" and just like those ones, it bothers me. Who cares if both use it at the same time? At best, it adds something new and interesting to the world and offers a dual perspective on what an identity could be. At worst, it's just something inconsequential but in a way that is fun and doesn't detract anything from the story being told. If one Batgirl is preoccupied, maybe in a ghostly magic realm for example, we still got another to do normal Gotham stuff.

Historically, every "Batman-related" character got tired of being Batman-related (or they exploded, sorry Jason) and decided to take the batsymbol and make it their own (or the writers forced it on them, sorry Jason). Batgirl is not connected to Batman. Batgirl is connected to Barbara Gordon. Bette Kane if you wanna get really technical about it. Babs' whole thing is about how she didn't become Batgirl to appease Batman or whatever, she did it because she wanted to and the bat was a convenient symbol that already had some weight to it. Also don't let the internet fool you, Babs' time as Batgirl really wasn't as impactful and iconic as everyone thinks it is and the '66 TV show makes everyone believe. She was in the cape for a comparatively short time before going straight into Oracle. It holds much more meaning to both Steph and Cass, so even then, it's not even connected to Babs, it's connected to Cass more than anything, and only because she was the one who got it first.

I would say Helena B cause she was before Cass but she had it for like five seconds, so. Lol.

#ask #dc comics #batgirl #batman #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown

[yvtro]

A while ago you said that Jason should've been Batman after Bruce die and i don't remember if you mention about Robin in it. Let's say dc do it, should they make him a new character to be his robin or do you have anyone in mind?

i briefly mentioned it in a post yesterday, but originally when talking about jason becoming batman, my thought process involved bruce either retiring or getting seriously injured (in the latter case jason would take the mantle only temporarily), but now that i think about it the concept of bruce getting fridged for the sake of jason's character development is not only ironic and tragic, but also very funny. uno reverse. especially if they don't get to reconcile before; the angst of it all. the wretched parallel (bruce distorting jay's imagine in grief vs jason aiming to see the best in bruce in mourning; bruce getting considerably more violent at being batman after jay's death vs jay seeking to adjust his ways to understand bruce's ethos better; the tone of the batman comics becoming darker following jason's death vs it becoming what i would call 'aggressively hopeful' when jason takes over the mantle and tries to truly connect with the legacy). and none of it would be easy, the opposite really, a long, painful process. (also in my mind it follows from a secret disastrous storyline in which jason already loses hope in the concept of red hood as well; so his whole sand castle collapses, then bruce dies, and he's left to pick up the pieces).

all of this is different from another secret au in which bruce dies before jason even makes it as red hood and jason gets even more murderous while maybe taking the batman mantle too; identity theft seems to be his go-to coping mechanism.

sorry for such a long tangent... to your question about robin: to be fair, i have not thought about it, as i imagine jason would be rather uncomfortable with having a sidekick. some things to think about:

the *traditional* concept or batman & robin is a bit anachronistic atp. tim, for example, is still robin, but he also made robin uniquely *his* rather than adjacent to batman and bruce (this is of course not the first time this progression happened in the history of comics). damian (and that is not damian slander) doesn't really stand for what the original concept of robin was neither.

i'm not really diminishing the idea "batman needs a robin" though, but i feel like it's taken a bit too much at face value and doesn't take into account the story progression? the important part of this sentiment is that batman should not work alone, since the strict division of what batman means for the people vs what robin means for the people doesn't really apply anymore.

going back to existing robins, i believe jason would continue to work with them, but on their own terms, rather than trying to bring back the "dynamic duo" act. he would be protective, of course, but not more than he is normally; he definitely sees them more as equals, given that he used to hold the title too, and i doubt tim and damian would consider him "their" batman too.

(this is a vastly different situation than it is be with dick btw, who is the oldest and who created the robin mantle and also has more right to see it as his legacy. the subtle difference of "i shared a role and a title with these people" vs "i invented this role and title") tldr i don't think jason feels like he has a right to "have" a robin and for this to be his call.

also, as i already said, i think he would be (at least at first, and i believe for a long time) rather uncomfortable with the idea of having a sidekick. there's definitely a part of him who still appreciates and believes in what robin is a symbol of, but he has a complicated relationship with it, and probably with very idea of kids being in the field in general.

also, jason is young. i know dc keeps de-aging bruce, making him to be younger when he took in dick, but still, rn jason is supposed to be 23 at most (btw personally i don't accept like 90% of bullshit that was supposed to happen in this time, and since tim can be stuck at 17 for no good reason, why can't we also have jay to be younger so that the progession actually makes sense?? probably because it doesn't match the power fantasy middle aged men insert rh persona). i don't reckon he would be enthusiastic about being responsible for a whole child/teenager for a long time.

so i guess my answer is: no robin for jason, no sidekick even, for a long time. unless you give him some eldritch horror of a kid, maybe? that could be fun. but if you have any thoughts of why it should be different, please do share, i'm not ever deadset on my ideas.

#sorry for such a long answer! #batman jason agenda #<- settling for this name for the tag for now. i will come up with something better though #jason todd #jay meta #dc comics #answered

[joficeandwind]

I think it was about you or there's another J out there idk-

Also they're being really mean to others who either hesitate to block you or not blocking you

Ok... Let's go over this point by point.

Almost Racist over a local food: All I did was post about thinking Balut was repulsive. I didn't even know where it was from, I just learned about it and thought my disgust was post worthy. I do not know how that constitutes almost racism.

Calling Rookie the "E-Slur": I had literally no idea that Eskimo was a slur to anybody. I thought they were just a group of people that used to live in Alaska, you know, a really cold place. I thought it fit, and was completely oblivious to the apparent status of the word.

Pedophilia: I don't know how people who've been 16 for 9 days can be pedophiles. But, you know what? Maybe, enlightening me by talking to me instead of sniping at me in a discord you know I'm not in and screenshots you know I can't see would help, you fucking coward. And before anyone says anything, all I did was talk about not liking Rookie. Rookie here is directly slandering me. There is a difference.

Refer to point 2.

Ableism and Classism, and saying Rookie isn't human: I have no recollection of this, sadly, so I cannot say anything. From the rest of this, however, I struggle to approach it in good faith.

Wanting to kidnap Angel: Yes, I have an obsessive streak, and fantasize about kidnapping my girlfriend. I am a Jason Dean kinnie for a reason, heh. But, I know these things are wrong, and would never actually do it. Plus, if you actually talked to Angel, you would know that not only do they not mind, they sometimes enjoy indulging in the idea of me being hyper possessive and controlling. So, yeah.

Openly talked about wanting to get SA'd: Yes. I get off on the idea of being raped and tagged it appropriately so people who I know followed me and would be triggered didn't see it. I'm sorry for having a fetish/kink that you don't like. I can't control it, so painting me as a bad person for it seems a bit unethical, but oh well.

Jokes that my gay friends made me homophobic: I remember joking about my gay friends making me gay, not that. But, you know what, to be fair, let's say I did both. Guess what? They were jokes. If they really offended you that badly, that's your problem, not mine.

Is Transphobic: I will admit, I am uneducated on transgender people, gender dysmorphia, and the likes. I probably said some ignorant shit. But I don't hate trans people, far from it. It's how they want to live their lives, it has no effect on me or basically anybody around them, so, it's fine by me. Am I problematic with many opinions I have simply not shared on here? Probably. Do I hate an entire group of people for wanting to do something to their own body and identifying their way? No.

Misgendering Rookie: I probably have. If you ever corrected me and told me what I should say instead, that be nice. Don't ever remember that happening, though.

Said I want Rookie dead: No, I posted a meme. A "blocking them isn't enough I want them dead" meme. I am a hyperbolic and emotional person who makes hyperbolic and emotional jokes and statements. Deal with it, or don't and leave me alone. Don't try and paint me as a monster for it.

I took away all Rookies friends: ...What the fuck are you talking about?

And finally... @shadestar413. Now I understand why you are only answering in private. You're trying to keep the peace between two of your friends who are arguing. I understand that, and am sorry I caused this to happen. I just hope this helps you realize which side to be on.

And with that done...

Fuck you Rookie. Sophia, would you help me spread this around to help people realize the truth? This request goes out to other people who see and are willing to help, too.

#j rambles #herr

[fairy-in-the-snow]

Strange Love - Part 1 (?) Eddie Munson x reader

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader summary: you try your best to hide your feelings as you help Eddie recover from a broken heart. warnings: extreme angst, swearing, unrequited love (for now), A LOT of pining, Chrissy slander (im so sorry girl), slightly suggestive themes word count: 2k

A/N: Honestly this is so wild, I haven't written any fanfiction in such a long time and this one character has single-handedly lit a fire under my ass lmfao. I have been consuming Eddie content all across this damn app like a woman starved so I wanted to contribute <3 Any feedback is welcome, and my submission box is open if y'all have any requests! I'm pretty much willing to write anything (NSFW included, lord knows i am so thirsty for this man) so don't be shy!!

Enjoy, and let me know if y'all want a PART 2! <3

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You knew that she still liked him. It was obvious. You could see it in the fleeting glances she cast his way when he wasn’t looking, eyes full of faraway longing…but also mixed with an almost tangible bitterness. Their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms, to put it lightly. It had been a strange and unexpected pairing, one that took everybody by surprise. You had all been calling bets behind their backs (in an admittedly petty move) to see just how long it would last. You strongly suspected that they were only drawn to one another because they were such total opposites; so far removed from eachother’s worlds that they couldn’t help but chase their unusual magnetism and see where it led them. It all began when Eddie started selling her weed after school.

…And it all ended when she shattered Eddie’s heart into a thousand tiny, fragile pieces. One day after school, he had sought her out on the pitches after Hellfire, hoping to catch her before she finished cheer practice. And oh boy, did he catch her – with Jason Carver’s tongue down her throat. If it had been anyone else but Eddie, you would’ve found the whole situation so laughably cliché. Two high-school hot shots, the jock and the cheerleader no less, swapping spit under the bleachers? It was so pathetically obvious. You hadn’t been there, of course, (and thank god for her that you weren’t) but from what Eddie had told you, her excuses had been just as typical. It was a mistake. It’s not what it looks like (classic). You’re the only boy for me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Give me a chance to explain! The thought of her and what she did to Eddie, how she treated him, made your blood boil, and you had to make a deliberate point of avoiding her during school so that you didn’t get violent. You knew that she was no good for Eddie; after all, she may not have bullied him directly, but she was complicit in Jason’s cruel mistreatment. She never stopped him. Never came to his rescue. As far as you were concerned, she and Jason deserved eachother.

You felt bad for expecting things to turn sour between them, but Eddie was the only person who couldn’t see it until it was too late. The damage had already been done.

You had been the one to pick up the pieces afterwards, and you did it gladly. You would have offered him every single piece of yourself if it made his pain go away, even for a moment. Long nights were spent in his trailer, soothing him to sleep with your hands in his hair as he sobbed and hiccupped into your lap. You had gotten used to the warmth of his body beside you in bed, his slow breathing and gentle snores. Sometimes he would even reach for you in his sleep, and you would let him pull you close to his broad chest, your own heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage as you imagined him doing this because he wanted you. But then, a soft “Chrissy…” would fall from his perfect lips as he slept, and the spell would be broken. Tonight was one of those nights.

You peeled yourself away from him with a soft sigh, and allowed the cold to settle in your bones as you moved to the far side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You tried so hard not to think about your feelings for Eddie, but fuck, it was impossible when you spent so much time together and he took up all the space in your stupid, traitorous brain. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. His sweet, velvety brown eyes that dripped with kindness and warmth, so full of depth and beauty that you felt weak in the knees anytime his honeyed gaze fell on you. His plump lips that you wanted to catch between your teeth, and the way they would lift into a soft smile when he opened the trailer door to welcome you inside. The way his dark hair fell in soft, cherubic curls around his face, framing it perfectly, following the pale slope of his neck…He was like something carved from the heavens, and you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and worship him like he deserved.

It hurt you deeply to know that he could never feel the same about you. How could he? Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you thought about the way he whispered her name, like a prayer. Even in sleep, he could not escape her. In the deepest caverns of his subconscious, she was the one persisting thought. Your jealousy made you weak with guilt. It was selfish of you to have these thoughts, when he needed you the most. But they were insidious, seeping into your brain like an infection, no matter how hard you tried to banish them. All you wanted was to put the pieces of his heart back together. You yearned for happiness to return to him. Even if every moment you spent soothing him was just another dagger to your chest.

He shifted in his sleep, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You rolled onto your side to face him, biting your lip softly. He looked beautiful. Dark lashes brushed against his pale cheeks that held the faintest dusting of pink, and his hair fanned out on the pillow forming a delicate halo around his head. His lips parted gently as he exhaled, the calming rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie…” You whispered gently, clutching your pillow, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Your lip trembled a little at your confession, and you could feel the tell-tale lump growing in your throat. You had finally said it out loud.

It was so hard. So fucking hard.

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as silent tears escaped down your cheeks. After all these months, it was now your turn to cry. You had never felt more alone than you did in that moment, crying right next to the one person who made you feel so whole yet so empty at the same time.

You turned your back on him in an attempt to salvage some privacy. He slept like the dead most nights, so you were fairly certain you could have this moment to yourself uninterrupted. You needed it. You were hoping if you let out some of the pent-up emotion that had been festering inside you, that it would act like a sort of…reset button and you could act like nothing happened come morning.

You whimpered softly, allowing the tears to flow. Once you began, it was like you couldn’t stop. You weren’t sure how long you lay there in the darkness, crying, tasting the bitter salt of your own tears. Your breathing became shallow and uneven, though you used your pillow to muffle the sound. Eddie’s comforting scent filled your nose and it made you sob harder, knowing how close he was to you and yet so desperately out of reach.

“y/n?” A soft voice called out your name, still heavy with sleep.

Oh fuck. The shock of his voice made you jolt, your veins turned to ice. You tried your best to regulate your breathing and calm down, but you had worked yourself up too much and you gasped for air, trembling as you tried to hide yourself from him under the covers. Panic was bubbling in your chest, catching the breath in your throat and making you sweat. He can’t see you like this! Oh, God…Oh God, he can’t find out. Fuck, I’m gonna die, I-

“Y/n?” This time clearer now, more aware. “Hey…fuck, are you crying?” You heard him sit up sharply, moving towards you in an instant. Before you knew what was happening, he had swept you into his arms and was stroking your hair, shushing you gently and rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm you. You felt dizzy, shaking at the warmth of his touch as you sank into it, burying your head into his neck as your tears mingled with his soft skin. His arms…they felt so strong and secure, wrapped around you like this, you wished so desperately that you could stay like this forever.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, your breathing evened out and the tears began to slow. Eddie soon realised this, moving his hands to gently grab your chin and tilt your head towards him. You felt the cool bite of his rings on your flesh and shivered.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You wished he wouldn’t call you that, but you also delighted in it at the same time. You swallowed thickly, trying to find words. “I-…I think I had a nightmare.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; everything felt like a nightmare right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie moved his hands down to clasp your own, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of his rough, calloused palms. His thumb ghosted softy over my knuckles, reassuring you with the gentlest of touches. A light flush bloomed across your cheeks and you hoped to God he couldn’t see you in the dark.

“Not really…It’s all fuzzy anyways.” You sniffed and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Eddie tapped your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s cool. But no more tears, alright? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until I see that cute smile of yours.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. His natural charm was hard to resist.

“Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you relax.” He threw a wink at you. You knew exactly what he meant by that, and you welcomed the distraction. You were thankful that he was obviously trying to ease you further by acting casual.

“You’re about to make my day, Munson.” You were starting to feel normal again.

Eddie laughed, and the sound went straight between your thighs. A dull, hateful heat has been gathering there since he first touched you and the deep sense of shame that washes over you was overwhelming. He leaned over you and reached for the lamp on his bedside table, flicking it on and bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. You tried not to stare at his shirtless torso, but you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the tattoos etched into his skin. Your eyes lingered over the bats on his forearm, and he must have caught you looking.

“You like that one?” He asked in amusement, grabbing his rolling tray and settling it into his lap.

“I’ve always liked that one.”

He hummed in approval as he opened a small baggy. The smell was just as pungent as it always was, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Fuck, that shit is rancid.”

“Only the best for my girl. This one will send you to space, sweetheart.”

God knows I need it, you groaned internally.

You really tried to ignore the pet names. He used them with you all the time, but you were usually quick to brush them off. Tonight, however, you were like an exposed nerve; a thousand times more sensitive to his teasing. You were honestly a little worried that smoking in your current state would make you more careless with your words, but you couldn’t deny that a small part of you was just dying to confess and get all your shit out in the open with him. You were playing a dangerous game.

This night could get interesting.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction

[khaleesiofalicante]

OH HELL NO HUNTER FUCK OFF

if he lays a single hand on Arthur and tries to hurt him i will come for him so fast he won't have time to run.

I KNEW ALEC HAD A GOOD REASON TO DO WHAT HE DID

my poor David i want to hug him (all of them really they all need it)

Alec talk with David 😭

You are, Alec wanted to say. He is my son too.

nobody talks to me rn this will be all i think about for the rest of my life

i had to go do something else and i couldn't read for 2 HOURS. THE FUCKING AUDACITY . i'm pressing charges against the world for this.

i'm dying at Lance threatening to tell Magnus, so proud of his manipulation skills

that phone call is hilarious

hell yeah don't underestimate David he can do anything

When David dated that guy Jacob. Jason?

the Jaden slander is still here and i'm still here for it

LANCE I SWEAR YOU BETTER STOP SMOKING BEFORE YOU RUIN YOUR HEALTH. DON'T MAKE ME TELL THEIA

Max is so pure and caring and loving i am love him 🥺

LMAOOOO ALEC CALLING MAGNUS I LOVE HIM. sorry Lance but it's never a good idea to mess with Alec Lightwood-Bane.

Malec meeting awwww (also i want that t-shirt)

anyways how are you? that was such a great chapter (like all the others tho, you can't write anything bad) i loved it

hope you're having a great week and you're resting enough, love u

THANK YOOOOOOU.

i'm so glad you liked it because i was literally writing while listening to formula 1 testing lmao (i couldn't choose y'all I'm sorry)

I'm okay. My sister is migrating to England next week so it's gonna be all goodbyes and chaos over here and i am not looking forward to that 🥲

Hope you are doing well, babygirl.

#IALS

[skaterbeth]

the seven + others playing among us

because i fucking love this game 

annabeth 

so good. like. too fucking good 

prefers the imposter role because she is amazing at sabotaging and killing without getting seen 

a master at travelling the vents unnoticed 

very good at making sure she doesn’t form a pattern in who she kills 

only self reports when she knows she won’t be suspicious 

changes her behavior in real life to be less suspicious in game 

percy always gets so offended when she kills him out of convenience 

(“i can’t believe you killed me!” “you were literally in a room alone doing your task it was too easy”) 

memorized every task so she always has an alibi 

when she’s a crewmate she just finishes her tasks and always saves the crew when they imposter sabotages the reactor or something 

is always able to figure out who the imposter because she memorized everyone’s tells like the little shit she is (and percy can’t even lie to her anymore like he’s the worst liar)

wears white 

percy 

is kinda good at being the imposter but definitely kills certain people on purpose 

those people: jason (duh, he liked to piss him off), piper (cause he thinks it’s funny when she’s mad), reyna (bc he considers that a fucking accomplishment he would totally go around camp jupiter telling everyone he killed the praetor), and leo (no explanation needed) 

refuses to kill: annabeth (bc he’s a simp), hazel (bc he loves her too much), grover (🐐) 

people he’s indifferent to killing: frank and nico (but he still feels kinda bad bc my boy is too sweet) 

when he’s the imposter he’s so bad at defending himself 

and annabeth can read him super easily 

so when she accuses him he’s just like “yeah just vote me out lolz” 

when he’s a crewmate he kinda just does his tasks idk 

but he never saves the crew when their being sabotaged cause he doesn’t like that pressure 

always reports the body and immediately goes on the chat like “guys who killed my girlfriend 😡” 

always blames it on jason cause he likes seeing him get mad 

and when it’s not jason percy’s like 🤷🏾

wears blue 

leo 

he’s the most chaotic to play with adskjskdjk 

like 

he’s such a good imposter but he also accidentally brags when he kills someone 

“so who do you guy think it is?” “idk but whoever it was is a really good imposter” “... ok so it’s leo” 

even if he’s not the imposter people vote him out when he’s being annoying 

loves sabotaging 

always kills frank first cause he thinks it’s hilarious 

next would be annabeth because she’s super smart

but everyone tries to kill annabeth first 

doesn’t kill hazel because he thinks she’s too pure 

also doesn’t kill nico

very good crewmate 

always finishes his tasks first 

and when he’s done he just follows people around to freak them out and make them think he’s the imposter 

wears orange 

piper 

also chaotic 

always kills annabeth first but like makes it a point to do it so everyone always knows it’s her 

in the off chance she doesn’t kill annabeth first she always tries to pin it on her 

has definitely accidentally revealed herself as the imposter multiple times 

definitely charmspeaks people into thinking it’s not her 

and it actually works a fair amount of times 

if someone kills her she gets so annoyed it’s so funny 

cusses so much 

like 

they have to kick her out bEcAuSe hAzEl 

but hazel thinks it’s hilarious 

decent crewmate but she definitely prefers imposter 

wears red 

frank 

hates this game 

like 

cannot stand it 

but he doesn’t want to be left out so he plays it 

he hates being the imposter so much 

he doesn’t like to kill people so he just sabotages 

but he’s not very good at that either 

if he ever does kill he always accidentally does it in front of someone or he gets caught immediately 

when someone accuses him it’s super obvious when he’s lying 

but he’s a very good crewmate 

always does his tasks and helps save the crew when things get sabotaged 

will literally watch the imposter kill someone and when he reports it he accidentally says the wrong color 

(this makes it seem like i hate frank i really don’t this is literally just how i play) 

wears brown 

jason 

he’s literally dead he can’t play 

kidding kidding 

definitely still hasn’t figured out the map 

easiest to kill because he just wanders around aimlessly til he finds a task he was assigned 

is so bad at the admin card swipe he gets kicked out (which has actually happened to my brother) 

every time he gets killed the chat fills up with “was it a brick” or just 🧱

leo and annabeth make an animation of jason’s color getting hit on the head with a brick by reyna’s color 

never saves the crew when they’re sabotaged because he can’t get there fast enough and he doesn’t have the ability to do it fast enough anyway 

he’s like an ok imposter? 

idk like there’s not much to say for jason 

wears purple (because camp jupiter. yes he’s that boring) 

hazel 

y’all 

hazel is 

a fucking RUTHLESS imposter 

and no one ever thinks it’s her 

and she loves it 

being the imposter is definitely her preferred role 

always kills leo first 

never kills jason cause she thinks it’s funny to watch him try to play 

but she rarely sabotages 

she just kills 

if she does sabotage it’s the lights 

because she’s smart

self reports all the time and tries to act traumatized by discovering a dead body so no one suspects her 

she’ll always tell nico when she’s the imposter so they’ll pair up but he’ll always vouch and say it wasn’t her 

she always wins as imposter 

and when it’s revealed it’s her everyone is liked 😧

good crewmate 

gets her tasks done and saves the crew when they’re sabotaged 

wears purple (but bc she likes the color not cause of camp jupiter) 

nico 

pretends to hate this game but secretly loves it 

doesn’t really care about being imposter or a crewmate he just likes to watch how everyone else plays/interacts 

if he is the imposter he’ll never kill hazel 

who he kills (in order): leo (just cause he’s annoying), jason, annabeth, reyna, percy, piper, frank, grover, (never hazel) 

definitely makes random accusation because it’s funny 

he’ll never say it but if annabeth kills him he doesn’t care and roots for her to win bc he loves annabeth 

finds percy and annabeth’s banter super entertaining 

if he’s not the imposter he definitely follows people around and freaks them out for fun (specifically jason, leo, frank) 

good crewmate and always saves everyone’s asses 

will call the emergency meeting to say he watched leo kill someone (which he didn’t) or just to be like “yo im hungry y’all want mcdonalds after this?” (they can’t even be mad and everyone definitely gets mcdonalds after) 

wears black duh 

reyna 

mix of annabeth and hazel 

super good at the game and definitely enjoys the killing 

main difference between her and annabeth is that annabeth is more strategic whereas reyna just kills whenever she feels like it 

that being said 

she does kill jason first 

then percy 

definitely hesitates on killing annabeth because she likes her enjoys watching her try to figure out who it is 

annabeth and reyna have an unspoken agreement that when reyna’s the imposter annabeth won’t say anything as long as reyna doesn’t kill her 

i just love reynabeth ok 

master at traveling the vents 

if she’s a crewmate she follows around grover, frank, leo, and jason for fun 

because she finishes tasks fast obviously 

saves everyone’s asses when they get sabotaged 

will randomly accuse leo when she has no idea who it is in the first round 

(the girls all go along with it) 

originally wears blue but she doesn’t wanna match with percy so she switches to white to match with annababe ❤️

grover 

is so bad at the imposter it’s so funny 

but him and percy always partner up and vouch for each other 

but if percy’s the imposter and grover knows he’s very bad at keeping it a secret 

and annabeth knows those two the best out of anyone so she always figures it out 

sometimes she won’t say anything though because those two are dumbasses but they’re HER dumbasses 

he’s so sweet and doesn’t like to kill 

would rather sabotage 

he’ll definitely lock the doors on people cause it’s funny 

good crewmate 

knows the map really well 

never does the tasks to save the crew when their sabotaged cause it stresses him out 

idk what else to say for him lmao 

wears dark green 

when there’s two imposters 

best most dangerous duo: annabeth and reyna 

deadliest duo: hazel and reyna 

most chaotic duo: leo and piper 

boring but funny duo: jason and frank 

chaotic but cute and funny duo: grover and percy 

funniest duo: percy and annabeth (because their banter on the side and the fact that percy gets distracted by how cool his gf is) 

duo that bickers so nothing gets done: frank and leo 

duo that doesn’t work together: jason and percy 

duo that no one expected to be really good together: nico and annabeth 

stealthiest duo: hazel and nico

duo that would expose each other: leo and percy 

(i’m tagging @tridentgum because i remember you asked for this lmao)

#please give this notes i worked so hard on this #thanks to my brother for helping me #pls play this game it's so fun #also sorry for all the jason slander #but im not really sorry #also no this is not a jercy post so #let's be real folks #they dont get along that well #also yes i love reynabeth #can you tell? #stan a nico and annabeth friendship for clear skin #among us #the seven #annabeth chase #percy jackson #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #reyna ramirez arellano #pjo headcanon #pjo

[lesbiradshaw]

steve and jason stans rise!!!

me versus getting insanely attached to characters who have very unique interesting backstories and layers of trauma to explore yet were fucked over by the creators who apparently did not want to give them the time of day or go into detail about anything they feel past their romantic arcs

#i love piper so so much but i feel like she and jason would have both benefitted by breaking up in the first book lyke #to find themselves and also it would have decreased the weird romantic desperation leo felt and prevented THAT ending w calypso #jason is fr my baby tho like :( #jason grace i love you im sorry for the slander you get & that rick reduced you to a bland love interest that got kiIIed off #i know youre not straight i know you are in love with your two boy bffs i know you resent your parents & love your sister #i see you i love you #my baby being given away at age TWO..literally thrown to the wolves & treated like potential food for years #tested to prepare for his training at camp #spent his 1st 12 years around people who only wanted him to lead just to have those memories & family taken too #given fake memories in place that left him wondering if any of his relationships from before or after were real. #found out his sister who he could barely remember didnt abandon him after all & that it was just his mother who gave him away #his gold glasses and scar and constant struggle of fitting in and forming relationships that he feels are genuine #only to have them ripped away from him every time oh wow #the fact he wanted to go on the lame quests and be in the unpopular group of the legion and be friends w the Losers #AND AFTER EVERYTHING WANTED TO HONOR BOTH PARTS OF HIS GREEK AND ROMANT IDENTITIES #AND MAKE SHRINES FOR THE LESSER GODS #always helping the underdogs #oh GOD jason im so sorry #never even made it past 16 …. #in my head he is alive and well and he and steve can be bffs #the emotional labor i do for these characters…

[intercoursefluids]

Reviews Part 5 (Probably)

Thank you to @ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole for these wonderful recommendations sorry it took me so long to finish these but school has just recently started back up and ALG 2 H has a personal vendetta against me, not sure who I hurt but they are after revenge, anyways let's continue

Paris Bug - I loved it and read all of it, I blame you for my eye bags, it is beautifully written and I love soft!Jason

Cataclysm - I loved this Idea with the destruction and how it affects Marinette, I might just use something similar for my own works, I also love me some Timari

A Siren for the Sirens - Yes

Remember When - I am all over Mari tormenting Tim because she thinks he's pretty, it's beautiful

Capturing a Dream - Superman needs to stop being mean to my baby Conner okay I love him and I will not take this slander it's a good thing Mari is there to take care of him. It's a little scattered throughout the writing but that may just be me, 9/10

Mistakes - I love domestic Jasonette. It just hits different

Saturday Nights are Alright for Fighting (Sundays are for rest) - My f!cking heart! I love it so much I need more sleepy cuddles!

#reviewing recommendations #fic reviews #maribat