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MY BABYGIRL..... i love guy gardner saur bad....

HOW TO TELL IF YOUR COWORKER HAS BEEN POSSESSED

requested by: @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe

pairing: guy gardner x blue lantern fem! reader

summary: your relationship with guy gardner has always been contentious at best, so logically, demonic possession is the only reasonable answer for his sudden personality change.

There was something wrong with Gardner. Like stolen identity-shapeshifter-possessed by a demon level wrong.

It'd started after a particularly gruelling mission the guardians had forced you to work together on had gone spectacularly sideways, mainly in part to Guy's big fat mouth and impulsive behaviour. Weeks of preparation flushed down the drain, ending in a brawl that had nearly gotten you both killed.

You'd torn him an entirely new asshole for it, screaming until your voice was hoarse then storming away before he could get a word in edgewise.

In hindsight, you hadn't exactly regretted what you'd said, more so the way you'd gone about it. Nor did the kicked puppy look he'd thrown your way plague your mind, it didn't!

Returning to Oa had been embarrassing, and you'd been dreading the inevitable confrontation with Guy ever since. You'd been braced for anything he could throw at you when he'd stormed toward you, only to be completely flabbergasted when he'd apologised.

Guy Gardner... had apologised... To you.

You'd been so stunned that you hadn't even been able to put up a fight when the Guardians had decided to assign you to be Guy's partner permanently.

"A blue and a green lantern working together was exactly what the galaxy needed in these troubling times." They'd argued.

You called bullshit, they just wanted someone that wouldn't stand for Gardner's particular brand of fuckery, and you'd drawn the short straw.

A few weeks later, you felt like you were being gaslit or punked. Like everyone in the galaxy, but you were in on some elaborate prank orchestrated by Guy as payback. Because it hadn't ended with the apology, the next morning, Guy brought you breakfast.

He was opening doors, complimenting you, and apologising for minor things like being slightly late, which had also been happening less and less.

Frankly, you're not sure why the others aren't more concerned. When you'd brought it up with Hal he'd given you a weird look, claiming that Gardner was the same asshole as always.

You'd felt as if you were close to gaining answers when you'd cornered Kyle, the younger man clamming up anxiously until Guy had appeared from thin fucking air to pull you away for "important Lantern business."

Which, of course, had turned out to be nothing.

Now, with your suspicion at an all-time high, you were sitting across from Guy in a restaurant. A nice one at that, not the kind of place you'd think Guy would ever even set foot in, let alone pay for.

Your eyes narrowed. If Guy thought you were footing the bill, then he had another thing coming. You could picture it now, weeks of Guy getting you to drop your guard, only to stick you with an exorbitantly expensive bill under the guise of an apology dinner.

"I'm not paying for your portion of dinner, Guy." You raised a brow as he scanned the wine list.

"Don't you worry about that, Guy's got it all sorted, babe." He pointed a thumb at himself, shooting you a cocksure grin.

That was another new endeavour. The pet names. Well, Guy'd always called you some form of infuriating or crass name (sweetcheeks had almost earned him a giant hammer construct to the face), but lately they'd been... almost cute.

You swore you hated the way it made your stomach go all fluttery every time he called you babe, or honey, or sweet girl.

"Are you possessed?" You've given up on the illusion of browsing the menu, the words falling from your lips before you can think better of it.

He blinks. You blink back, refusing to back down, even as you wince internally at his incredulous look.

"Er, what?" He sounds as bewildered as you've felt the past few weeks, laughing nervously as he notices your dead serious expression.

"Don't give me those puppy dog eyes," you bristle, refusing to be gaslit any further. "Apologising to me, buying me things, flowers! Being all nice, and not at all... you!"

You pause to take a grounding breath, gesturing vaguely in his direction. "And now dinner? It's suspicious, so what's the play?"

His shoulders slump a little, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyes turn downcast, your satisfaction at being correct quickly overpowered by... regret? When he doesn't bounce back to his usual cocky self, instead seeming impossibly small for a man of his stature.

You sighed, trying to swallow down your sudden traitorous sense of guilt for upsetting him. "Guy—"

"You were right." He cut you off, bright eyes suddenly boring into yours. "That day, when you yelled at me, you were right. I am selfish, arrogant, and a lot of things much worse than you called me."

Though his voice is sure, unwavering, he sounds so... small. A word that you now realise should never be associated with a man like Guy Gardner. That sinking pit of guilt and shame from your words that day reignites in full force, and you try to speak, only for your words to fail you.

Guy, seeing the manifestation of guilt on your face, shakes his head. "I wanted to show off, and you got hurt." He frowned, lower lip quivering a little as he reached over the table and took your hands in his. "I was supposed to protect you, but you got hurt because of me."

Suddenly, the pieces start clicking into place. It's embarrassing, really, how easy the puzzle was in hindsight, only for you to completely miss it because you'd been staring too hard at the wrong pieces.

"Oh, Guy... that wasn't—" You stutter, well, it wasn't not his fault. "Look, you made a mistake, but we both survived, and I shouldn't... I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

Without even realising it, your thumbs had started to rub soothing circles over Guy's skin.

"I deserved it." He mumbled dejectedly.

"No, you didn't." You acquiesce, sensing Guy's intense need for absolution.

"But I—"

"Guy!" It's your turn to cut him off firmly, the sudden sternness in your tone making his eyes widen like saucers. "Are you going to keep wallowing in the past, or can we enjoy our date?"

"Our...date?" He whispers a little breathlessly, before perking right back up. "I mean, yeah, our date, that we are so obviously having right now."

Just like that, it was as if a switch had been flicked, and the confidence you were used to Guy possessing was back in full force. "Don't you worry that pretty head of yours anymore, babe, this'll be the best date you've ever had!"

Aaaaand he was back.

At least he was pretty to look at, you mused, even as your lips quirked upward in an uncontrollable smile.

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usually i'd put all this character spam on my side blog but i cant stop thinking of this fucking post

It's ok guys he's fine

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WHAT DID HIS ASS THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN 😭😭 PRAY FOR MY BABY HE STUPID

oh. oh that's my boytoy getting his ass swiss cheese'd.

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oh. oh that's my boytoy getting his ass swiss cheese'd.

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this is my favourite ever

Oddly Specific Chipotle Headcanons: Daredevil Character Edition

from someone that's been working at chipotle for over a year (save me)

Matt: bowl, brown rice, no beans, chicken, queso on the side he dips his chicken in, mild salsa, corn, cheese, lettuce, side tortilla (he eats it separately), no chips, water cup, pays on his card but asks to break his 5 so he can put all 5 in the tip jar (he likes to eat outside of the resteraunt because the fresh cooking food right there is annoying on his senses)

Foggy: bowl or burrito, white rice, pinto beans, barbacoa (or honey chicken), fajitas, medium salsa, pinch of hot salsa, corn, light sour cream, double cheese, guac in the bowl, chips, medium watermelon limeade, pays in cash and puts his change in the tip jar

Karen: salad, two vinigarettes, light white rice, black beans, carne asada (or chicken), mild salsa, small sour cream on the side, light cheese, guac in the bowl, chips sometimes, mexican sprite, puts a couple ones in the tip jar

Claire: bowl, brown rice, pinto beans, steak (or al pastor), queso, fajitas, medium salsa, hot salsa, corn, cheese, guac, lettuce, chips and guac, medium coke or berry agua fresca, depends on how busy she is especially if she's on break but usually puts her change from her order in the tip jar

Fisk: soft tacos, carnitas, light medium, sour cream on the side, cheese, no chips, apple nan, doesn't tip

Wesley: burrito, mix of both rices, black beans, steak and chicken double, mild salsa, medium salsa, corn, cheese, lettuce, no chips, grapefruit izze, depends on how busy he is but usually tries to tip a bit if it's busy or there's only one person on line and cash

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another man corrupting my psyche

I LOVE WESLEY BAADDDDD

Will never not blow my mind that James Wesley from Daredevil isn't in tumblr's list of creepy little guys. Y'all went nuts for that dude in the suit in squid game but slept on my man like wtf

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all i wanted was to work on the drabbles that i had. i just wanted to write for nightwing. i wanted to finish that constantine wip. i wanted to reply to my rps. AND THEN GUY GARDNER

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person in fandom: eeeyikes!!! i hope im writing this character in this short little fanfic right >_< eeekkk what if my takes on my meta are all wrong and everyone will Kill me!!

guy in professional comic industry: okay lets mischaracterize every single character that appears in this comic for 50 or so issues

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"i'm doing no writing" I LIE YET AGAIN!!!! MY FALSEHOODS KNOW NO BOUNDS!!!!!!

"ties are so fucking stupid—" you mutter to yourself, hands still trying to correct the mess of knots you've somehow managed to make out of a single tie.

how sweet of jason to be the one to get you a nice outfit for this event. got it custom made to suit your tastes, tailored just right to fit you... but unfortunately, he seemed to have overestimated your capabilities when it came to ties.

you've stood yourself in front of a mirror, trying to copy some online tutorials you had watched previously. all efforts in vain. great.

after a little more struggling and cursing under your breath, you hear a warm chuckle from the doorway.

"you could have just asked me for help, you know."

"this is what the learning process looks like," you retort.

"to what? tie a noose? c'mere."

before you can protest, jason's hands are on your tie, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out what exactly you were doing with it. he has to bend at the knees slightly to observe it closer.

the view of the top of his head makes for a very convinent angle to deliver a kiss. he laughs softly when he feels his lips on your hair.

"don't distract me now."

after a brief moment of untangling the catastrophe you were just wearing, he calmly ties it up. he makes it look too effortless — you're almost ashamed of the fact you were practically fighting with it just seconds ago.

"you look stunning, y'know. gonna make 'em all jealous." in spite of the lighthearted tone, there's a softness to the upturn of his lips. not a smirk. a smile — subtle yet sunny in the way that only he can be.

you grin. "are you saying that just because you got me the suit?"

"nah. ...maybe a little. but you'd look good in anything."

biting back the immediate instinct to joke about what anything might entail, you decide to relish in the simple sweetness of the moment.

the mundane act of tying a tie has become something strangely intimate in it's own way, like seeing this angle of jason all for yourself is something you can't help but cherish. he slowly straightens up after adjusting your tie neatly, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

"there," he says, unable to do anything but silently take in the image of you once again, standing in front of him so casually beautiful. he's almost a little breathless.

"gorgeous," jason mutters under his breath, hardly realizing the word slipping from his lips.

"huh?" you cock your head to the side, too preoccupied with fixing up your hair to catch on to what he was saying.

his face heats up. why do you always manage to make him feel like a schoolboy with his first crush? frankly, it's unfair. and humiliating. there's jason, a grown ass man, blushing like he just got his first kiss at a valentine's day dance.

"...said we're gonna be late. c'mon."

"jason. you aren't even dressed yet."

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"hey where's val?" doing absolutely nothing productive related to reader insert fic and hcs. i apologize.

— complex and mysterious, and mildly delirious ! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ     

just thought i'd make an intro 4 this side blog so y'all know im not a bot aauwhsjdhs,,, (´｀;) so anyways! hi! i'm valentine! my pronouns r she/he/it and i jus rb stuff here :p also! credz go 2 @/cafekitsune 4 all tha super cute dividers!!

prns are he/she/it. but also why are u discussing me.

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me x guy gardner moodboard becuz im insane i think??

does this count as yumeshipping if i wanna annoy him so so bad but i love him lots. it's not even inherently romantic.... but 2 me it'd b like the type of dynamic where everyone around them is confused abt the relationship status

asshole who's a sweetheart x sweetheart who's an asshole. becuz hehehe yaaaay yaaaay >u< <3 (actually hes so lovely in my eyes like fr)

chat i think he'd fw a boygirl like me ‼️ – said with pure and utter delusion

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AWWWW AWW AWWW

icl,, started tumblr to be a faceless nobody (cuz im shy) but aww :,> this is so sweet

uhh uhhh,, literally all of my mutuals. ty for being niceys :]]]

reblog if you've made a good friend on tumblr.

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words of affirmation i repeat on the daily

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how it feels to pick up an issue of booster gold (1986) after reading hellblazer

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[ divided. ]

it's just a hug. that's what you tell yourself. what he tells himself, too, probably. though with constantine, you never really know.

one arm settled tight around your waist, the other hand crading the back of your head as though it might anchor him if and when the world turns upside down again. no grin, no quip. just the slow inhale of your familiar scent and the ache that settles deep behind his ribs.

an ache that screams and writhes; one that he does his best to ignore, like he does everything else.

it should've ended already. should've been a quick exchange before you both disappeared, the kind people give when they're pretending not to need it. instead, you both stay. your hand curls into the lapel of his coat and his thumb moves only once against your hair like he's reminding himself you're definitely real, but still something he'll never be allowed to keep.

the air goes quiet. not soft. quiet. like london held it's breath to give you this moment of peace.

you don't say anything. what's left to say? love was always the worst and least of your problems. you could've set whole cities on fire with what you felt. watched them burn and smiled - for him. but constantine's life is a ticking clock, a supposed curse to those that step into it and yours was simply never meant to run parallel.

you both know how this ends; ashes and regret, one more good thing ruined by proximity. words you don't mean. situations you could hage avoided. so you just hold on, wanting to be selfish for once. pretending, in that stolen stretch of time, that maybe this time fate might look the other way.

but, of course, it doesn't. because fate has never been in the game of twisting just because of a small spark.

when you pull back, you don't meet his eyes and he lets you go like he didn't just spend the last three minutes convincing himself he could; he had to.