#i don't think jason cries a lot but Sometimes..

[yourthirdparent]

jason crying while nico tries to comfort him and hide his panicking cuz he doesn't know how to comfort people. nico just spouting whatever he can think of and at some point he starts talking to jason like he's a dog. like "yeah buddy, let it out, good boy" and it works and jason stops crying.

[lazycats-stuff]

I'd like to request batfam x male reader, who crotchets a lot. He has some medical issues, so he doesn't go on patrol, he helps out with information gathering though.

When Damian got added to the strays, the reader tried being a good older brother, and he crochets him a little stuffed animal for him as a welcome gift. Everyone in the family has one, even Alfred. Let's say, Damian had a bad day, and coincidentally the reader just finished the crochet animal and goes to his room to give it to Damian. Damian snaps and destroys the stuffed animal in front of the reader, also saying some pretty hurtful stuff. The reader cries because it took a lot of time to male it. You can end it however you want

Take your time <3

Sure. Oh Damian is so dead. Nobody messes with (Y/N).

Summary: Damian messes with the wrong brother.

Warnings: angst, fluff, reader is a sweetheart, everyone loves the reader, unspecified medical problems...

(Y/N) sometimes envied his brothers. If it weren't for his medical problems, he would have been out and running, fighting crimes. But he was still happy with his position as Oracle number two, helping Alfred out when it came to patrol and information gathering.

" Can I get you some more tea, master (Y/N)? " Alfred asked him, standing up.

" Please do. " (Y/N) said, giving Alfred his favorite mug.

(Y/N) turned his head back to the computer, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, putting his hand over his mouth.

" Tired? " Alfred asked as he poured some tea.

" A little bit. " (Y/N) answered.

" Guys, we need access to GCPD data base. " Bruce said through the comms.

" You have an access to it, why do we have to? " (Y/N) asked, confused. Alfred came back with tea, also confused.

" Something is jamming the access. " Bruce explained further. (Y/N) put the tea aside, trying to get into the said database.

" Hmm. Something is happening with the network. It's down... " (Y/N) said, confused.

" I would go to GCPD and check it out. " (Y/N) said, taking his tea.

" Alright, will do. "

With that, it was quiet and they knew that this was in one way or another it for the night. (Y/N) glanced at the crocheted bat he made for Bruce.

(Y/N) had a little bit of tradition for everybody. He makes little stuffed animals. Every single member has one, even Alfred. He would make it for everyone who would come into the family, just to feel welcome.

And it did work. It made all of them feel nice and welcoming. And it made them like (Y/N) and it made everyone more protective of (Y/N). Jason took the number one spot at the amount of protectiveness he had for (Y/N).

Everything changed when Bruce announced he had a biological son. With Talia al Ghul. (Y/N) didn't know what to think about it. Bruce was always saying to use protection, so how did it happen? As a playboy, you are supposed to be a careful person when it comes to sex.

" I'm sorry, how did Damian happen? You are usually the one telling us to watch ourselves, you know, use protection amongst other things. " (Y/N) asked, taking a sip of his tea.

" Talia spiked my drink. " Bruce said, making Jason snort. (Y/N) smacked him on the arm.

" I'm sorry, but how didn't you notice it? " Jason questioned, trying not to lose control again.

" Jason not now. Damian is in the cave, Alfred is going to bring him up. Please be nice. " Bruce said, sighing as he heard Alfred coming.

Everyone turned their heads to see Alfred walking in with a small boy with green eyes and who eerily looked like Bruce at that age. (Y/N) knew because he saw the pictures once. Alfred showed him the photos.

" Everyone, this is master Damian. Master Damian these are master Jason, master (Y/N), master Tim and master Dick. " Alfred introduced Damian to everyone.

Damian didn't say anything, instead he turned back to Alfred to ask him to show him his room.

" I don't know about you, but this is going to be interesting. " Jason said to (Y/N).

" I think he just needs to adjust. It's never easy to come somewhere new. " (Y/N) replied, taking another sip of his tea.

" Will he get a stuffed animal too? " Jason asked, standing up.

" Yup. It's a tradition here so... " (Y/N) said, trailing off.

" If you say so. " Jason said, watching as (Y/N) took last sips of his tea before putting the mug into the sink.

" Any chance I can ask you to help me with a case? " Jason tried as they were going to their rooms.

" Nope. I need my sleep. " (Y/N) said, opening his bedroom door.

" You are mean. " Jason said, chuckling. " Good night. "

" Good night Jay. "

It has been a couple of weeks and (Y/N) finally finished up his stuffed animal for Damian. He made a Robin stuffed animal in his colors. Well, the suits color. Green and red with a R to symbolize the Robin. He was happy with his creation and was now actively looking for Damian.

What (Y/N) didn't know however, was the fact that Damian had a very bad day. To put it bluntly, everything went to shit. Absolutely everything that Damian had planned went to shit. Absolutely everything and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.

Coincidently, (Y/N) decided to gift the stuffed animal to Damian. He knocked on Damian's door, entering after hearing a harsh what. (Y/N) entered the room, holding his bird in his hands.

" So, we have a tradition here where I make newcomers stuffed animals. So here is yours. "

" I don't need that right now! And I don't need something from someone so worthless to the family! " He yelled grabbing the stuffed bird, ripping it apart.

(Y/N) was heartbroken. He slowly stepped out, closing the door before he started crying in the hall.

" (Y/N), what's wrong?! " Jason asked, confused. He just came from the dining room and seeing his favorite brother sad was something that should be illegal. (Y/N) shook his head, running to his room and slamming the door shut.

Jason scowled, wondering what made (Y/N) upset. Well, who made him upset... He looked at Damian's door and went there. He opened the door and his eyes feel down onto the remains of (Y/N)'s stuffed animal. He looked up at Damian before he jumped at him.

The two started fighting. Jason was blinded with anger and rage, punching wherever he could. Bruce heard the commotion and when he saw what was happening, he had to tear Jason off of Damian.

It was difficult to separate them, but once he did, he was pissed. Beyond angry.

" WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! " Bruce yelled, mad now.

" He took (Y/N)'s animal and tore it apart! He is heartbroken! You didn't saw him when he started crying! " Jason yelled back, face bloody. The kid can definitely punch.

" Out. I will talk to Damian. " Bruce said calmly. Jason wiped his nose, going straight to the bathroom in his room to clean it up.

He can't allow his brother to see him bloody. He really can't. He washed his face and once he made sure that he has stopped the bleeding, he went to (Y/N)'s room. He opened the door and his heart broke.

(Y/N) was still crying on the bed, curled into a fetal position.

" Oh (Y/N)... Come here. " Jason said softly. (Y/N) sniffed and turned to face Jason. Jason sat down on the edge. (Y/N) moved closer and put his head in Jason's lap.

" Why did he do that? I just tried to be nice... " (Y/N) asked and Jason gently scratched (Y/N)'s scalp.

" I know that. Damian is just Damian... " Jason said, knowing that (Y/N) doesn't like when they are talking negatively about Damian. Or any of them.

Jason stayed like that for a couple of hours and (Y/N) fell asleep during that. Jason didn't mind, but he had to move. He gently put (Y/N)'s head on a pillow. He covered him and left the room.

He didn't expect to see Damian in the hall.

" What do you want? " Jason asked quietly, not to disturb (Y/N).

" I wanted to... Apologize. "

" Did Bruce make you do that? " Jason said, not believing a single word that came out of Damian's mouth.

" No. I just had a bad day and I let it out on the wrong person. " Damian said, meaning every word of it.

" Well, don't wake him up now. You know, everyone has a stuffed animal made by (Y/N). Even Alfred. " Jason said. " Bruce has one near the Batcomputer and sometimes takes it with him somewhere important. He took it to outer space once. " Jason wasn't sure why he was telling that to Damian, but it felt important that he knows. " Again, don't wake him up. " Jason said, leaving Damian.

Damian had no plans on doing it.

[sunny-mercya]

Parents Regrets

02. Fever Nights

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Another sleepless night for the Wayne family. A whole week it was now, in which they hadn't got a single amount of sleep. Tired they were, irritated, cranky and grumpy—to put it nicely—on it's finest level.

And the sole cause for this was you.

You had gotten a fever, heaven above knows from where. One of the strong kinds, which a adult could sweat off but a child not.

And a way of telling, for children who are in delay of speaking, was throughout crying.

Jason sighed deeply through his nose. Rubbing his eyes—pressing his palms into them—pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at his baby brother, who squirmed around in whining, not crying anymore but still teary eyed, of not liking the warmth—even though the only thing your wearing are diapers and a oversized shirt.

Jason has come, after some months of destroying something in rage, to terms with it of having another sibling, a much younger one, again.

Taking the washcloth from your forehead, Jason picked you up. You were starting to get fussy again and before another hellish cry would erupt from your tiny vocals, Jason decided to carry you a bit around.

«You know I love you sunshine, but a little bit of sleep would be nice, for the both, all of us» said Jason, more to himself than you in the sense of your not able to understand and reply at all.

You weren't the healthiest one—I mean Tim was unhealthy too, but in contrast to Tim, who lacks sleeps, human decency and only drinks his coffee on a empty stomach—wasn't prone to get easily sick, like you do.

Doctor Liz, after many check ups, told them that you have a weak immun system and that there wasn't anything to do about it—expect for medication and treatment vacations.

Jason would've comment, that there was a way—the lazarus pit or some dark magic rituals, but Bruce has already warned him not to bring it up. He could understand it though, doing one of those options would equal lots of pain for you and if your tiny body and mind could handle it was another question.

~~~

It was 4AM and all Tim wanted was a good old big cup of coffee to drink and being interrupted by Jason and the little annoyance of a brother—who cries, screams and shits endless—wasn't part of his plan. Tim glares at them, grip around his cup tighten.

«Can't you keep that thing away from kitchen?»

«Now now Timber, don't be so rude. We're just wanna have some chocolate milk,»

«I swear if he gonna cry again, I will scream.»

Jason ignored Tim, rummaging through the cupboards and fridge with one hand and preparing you a bottle of lukewarm chocolate milk. Hopefully this time you're able to drink it and not vomiting it all out again.

Tim glanced from time to time up from his phone at Jason and you. Tim wouldn't say he hated you, it's just being constantly keep awake from your crying was taking a toll on him.

«I don't think your choco-milk addiction is good for [Name].» mumbles Tim, eyeing the chocolate milk in your bottle wearily.

«Pff, better than Coffee don'tcha think?»

«And what if he is lactose intolerant?»

Jasons amusing smile fall instantly when Tim has pointed out the possibility of it.

«Fuck.» Jason cursed out, thinking back to all the times you had a endless pooping after you drank your chocolate milk. He never thought milk was the reasons for it, thought you only had a very sensitive stomach.

Tim groaned loudly when you started crying again. Hiding his face into his crossed arms onto the counter and screamed.

~~~

Your fever still hadn't gone down. Sometimes it would a bit, but then would rise again and with Jason constantly having giving you milk, a new problem has rising up, which adds to your feverish state.

Bruce bounced you on his leg, humming a melody and shushing you gently, trying to calm you down. Another sleepless night he guessed.

Bruce still doesn't what the reasons is for you feeling so unwell, besides the news of you being lactose intolerant. Maybe he should bring you into the hospital, Liz probably has some medication to help you. Then again Bruce wasn't sure if you would take this form of separation so greatly.

Just for a little bit, just for a little bit more they have to endure sleepless nights. You're recovery would just take a bit of time, nothing to fret.

Oh, but Bruce didn't know just how endless the nights would be go.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

@disrespectedgoatman @estrellami-1 @darkrose517 @panicatthediaz @mandriice @nightmareglitter @ilikeititspretty

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

There had been a lot of arguing, but everyone agreed that the younger teens needed to stay at the Byers' house while the older teens searched the area around the lake.

"It's my goddamn theory!" Dustin had complained.

'We can't be worrying about you guys while also searching the lake for a gate," Steve said, shutting it down. "Please."

Pleading with him had done the trick, and Dustin had shut up. Chrissy had agreed to stay there with Max and Vickie.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked softly.

"Yeah, she needs someone to be here for her who's also going through it," Chrissy replied, and then she raised her cast. "Plus, I have this."

Steve had cupped her face and kissed her deeply before releasing her into Eddie's open arms. He had watched in amusement as Eddie dipped her and kissed her soundly. Suddenly, Max pulled him aside.

"You remember that you're cursed too, right?" Max asked.

"Yeah, of course. Kind of hard to forget," he said, pointing to his head phones.

"It's sometimes you spend so much time taking care of everyone else that you forget to take care of yourself," Max said.

"Max. . . ," Steve trailed off.

"Please, take care of yourself," she paused. "I need my big brother to come back to me."

"Yeah, okay," Steve said, struggling not to cry. "Of course."

Max threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. Meanwhile, behind them Frank started to sniffle.

"She called him her brother!" Frank said.

"Oh, come on, don't this to me. If you start crying, I'm going to start crying, and then Gareth starts crying. We all know what he's like when he cries!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Eddie, there's something wrong with your - nevermind," Max sighed.

To Steve’s amusement, Eddie was crying softly into Chrissy's shoulder. How can anyone think that they're mean and scary? They were all a bunch of softies. Steve laughed and hugged Max tightly, pressing a kiss into his sister's hair. She huffed and rolled her eyes before pulling away.

"Okay, so it's me, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy then?" Steve asked.

"And you're taking us as backup just in case you guys run into Jason," Jeff said, nodding at Frank and Gareth.

"My noble brethren!" Eddie grinned. "Knights of the Round Table! My sturdy protectors - !"

"Enough, boy," Wayne rolled his eyes. "I suppose I should stay here since I have the other gun."

"We'll be back before we know it," Eddie said cheerfully and hugged his uncle tightly. "I mean, before you know it."

"Stay safe," Wayne said softly.

"You too," Eddie said.

Eddie whistled for everyone to gather around, yanking people into a group hug. Chrissy was giggling under Eddie's other armpit.

"Feels very much like when we huddle during a basketball game," Steve said sharing a grin with Lucas.

"This is not a sports game, Steve," Dustin grinned.

"I beg to differ," Eddie said with a wide smile. "What are we going to do?!"

Blank stares blinked at him, and Eddie rolled his eyes. He whispered into Chrissy's ear, and she smiled before whispering to the next person, then the next. Everyone smiled.

"Okay, so, what are we going to do?" Eddie asked again.

"Kick Vecna's ass!" Everyone exclaimed.

"And break!" Eddie yelled, clapping his hands.

As Steve was moving away from the group, he felt a pair of hands slap his ass. He turned around to find Chrissy and Eddie grinning at him.

"Good game," she said and giggled.

"Stop objectifying our babysitter in front of us!" Dustin said.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," Chrissy said.

"Neither could I," Eddie grinned.

They decided it would be easier to just use Nancy's car, which meant everyone climbing in the front of her car while Eddie and Steve climbed into the very back. Just as Steve was about to climb into the back seat, Lucas and Dustin came out.

"We just wanted to tell you to be careful," Lucas said.

"All of you," Dustin said.

"Both of you have kind of been like brothers to us," Lucas said. "Especially, you Steve."

"And we don't want anything to happen to you," Dustin said.

Steve pulled Dustin and Lucas into a tight hug before releasing them to let Eddie to do the same.

"Keep an eye out for each other," Steve said.

"We always do," Dustin said.

Robin popped her head out the window with a cheeky grin on her face.

"And remember, bedtime at 9, kiddos!" Robin said, laughing when Dustin flipped her off.

"And no parties! Grandpa Wayne will tell us all about it once we get back," Eddie said.

Lucas rolled his eyes as Steve laughed, grabbing Dustin and pushing him inside. Eddie climbed into the back and pulled Steve with him, pulling him in between his legs. Eddie closed the door.

"Alright, let's go!" Eddie hollered and pulled Steve back against his chest.

Steve smiled as Eddie scratched his stomach as he wrapped his arms around him.

"It's weird without Chrissy," Steve said.

"Yeah," Eddie said softly. "Do you miss your parents?"

"Uh, yeah," Steve said as he played with the rings on Eddie's fingers. "Why are you asking?"

"I was just thinking about Wayne, my dad, and my mom," Eddie shrugged. "Is it still crazy that I miss my dad after everything he put me through?"

"No, I think we never stop missing our parents even after they're long gone or after they left," Steve said. "Plus, I think you have a big heart, and you love deeply. It's probably why it hurts so much when you get, well, hurt."

"Talking from experience, big boy?" Eddie asked softly.

"Yeah," Steve replied.

"Does it bother you that they left you for Florida?" Eddie asked. "Your parents, I mean."

"No. It's what they've always wanted to do after they retire. Why would I be mad for them doing something that they wanted to do for a long time?" Steve asked. "We both made our choices."

"That's either really healthy behavior, or you've buried your feelings so deep that it's become unhealthy," Eddie said.

"Jesus. I mean, what do you want me to do? You want me to get mad right now? It's not going to do anything," Steve said. "It's not going to be very helpful."

"I want you to be honest with yourself and admit that you wished that they had stayed for you," Eddie said. "That you wished you had asked them to stay."

"Okay! Okay! Fine! I wished they had stayed! I wished they had chosen me over their careers for once or what they had wanted! I wished they were here and I wish that they knew that I might fucking - that I might. . . that I might die," Steve said weakly.

He turned and sobbed into Eddie's chest. Eddie held him tightly, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, baby," Eddie said softly.

"I'm scared. I don't want to die. I don't want to leave Robin, I don't want to leave the kids, I don't want to leave you or Chrissy," Steve sobbed. "I don't want to leave."

As Steve cried, he heard the sound of the others cursing and the sound of people moving around. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. He looked up to find that Robin had climbed in the back with them.

"Steve?" Robin asked.

"I think it's finally hitting him," Eddie said softly.

"Oh. . .," Robin paused. "I think I might have accidentally kicked Nancy in the face when I was climbing over the seats."

Steve snorted with laughter and pulled Robin into his arms, hugging her tightly. Now, they were both lying awkwardly on top of Eddie.

"I'm scared, Robbie," Steve said in a small voice.

"Me too, Stebie," Robin said. "We won't let anything happen to you, dingus."

Steve, Eddie, and Robin groaned as they rolled out of the back when Nancy pulled up to Lover's Lake. It had been very uncomfortable with all three of them in the back. Nancy stood at the edge of the lake with Dustin's compass in her hand.

"Your face okay, Nance?" Robin asked.

"I've had worse," Nancy said in amusement. "You were checking on your best friend. Are you okay, Steve?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine. So, the compass?" Steve asked.

"Dustin's definitely onto something," Nancy said as she frowned at the compass. "There's definitely a gate here. I think it's inside the lake."

"They did say they found Patrick's body in the lake," Steve frowned.

"We need to find a boat," Jeff said.

"Well, we're by a lake, so there's a possibility there might be one lying around here somewhere," Frank said.

"You think, Frank?" Gareth asked sarcastically.

The group began to move around the edge of the lake, using the moonlight streaming through the trees to light their way. They did bring flashlights, but they didn't want to use them in case it gave away their position. Jason was still on the loose. They found one lying close to the shore, making it easy to push into the water. Steve and Eddie held it down, so it was easier to get into the boat. Steve held out his hand to help Robin into the boat, but she just grinned. Steve groaned as Robin used his head and Eddie's to get into the boat. Eddie just laughed.

"Seriously?" Steve asked.

Nancy giggled at Steve as Eddie helped her onto the boat. Eddie held out his hand to Steve with a grin, and Steve blushed as he took it, getting into the boat. Eddie jumped in and turned to the others.

"What about you, boys?" Eddie asked.

"We'll stay and guard the shore, m'lord," Frank said.

"For not all of us will fit on the boat," Jeff said.

"Safe passage, return to us and our Lady of Hellfire," Gareth said.

The three of them bowed, and Steve laughed when Eddie could only nod, waving his hand at them.

"Nerd," Steve said affectionately.

"Dork," Eddie giggled as he brushed his nose against Steve’s.

They pushed the boat to the middle of the lake, and the compass started going haywire. Steve stood up.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Someone has to go down there to make sure," he said.

"And it has to be you?" Eddie asked.

"Anyone else on the swim team or work as a lifeguard for three summers?" Steve asked and paused. "No? It has to be me."

"Is there anything that I can say or do to talk you out of this?" Eddie asked, and Steve shook his head. "Ooh, what if I offer to give you - "

"No!" Robin and Nancy yelled at him.

"I was going to say give him a really good kiss," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Jesus, get your head out of the gutter, ladies."

Steve laughed, bending down to kiss him deeply. He stood up as Eddie blushed and began wrapping a flashlight in a bag. Steve took off his socks, shoes, Walkman, and then, finally, his sweater. He could feel Eddie's eyes on him, and he smirked. He tossed the sweater at him. Eddie scoffed and handed him a flashlight.

"Be careful," Eddie said, taking his hand and kissing it. "Come back to us."

Steve knew he was talking about him and Chrissy.

"Always," Steve said, and then he dove into the water.

He started swimming down with the light guiding his way. He didn't need it for long because a moment later, a red light started coming into focus. Steve swam all the way down and came face to face with the gate itself. A weird feeling came over him, a feeling he couldn't quite describe. He held out his hand toward it, a move that he knew was stupid. Suddenly, he saw some move underneath the slimy red skin of the gate, and he swam backward. Steve was quick, and he started moving back towards the boat. He resurfaced, gasping as he breathed in the fresh hair and held onto the boat. Eddie looked relieved.

"Yeah, there's a gate down there, but it's not a full sized gate. It's more like a snack sized gate - woah!" Steve exclaimed when he felt something brush against him.

"What?" Eddie asked. "What is it?"

"I thought I felt - "

Suddenly, something wrapped around his ankle and pulled him down beneath the water. Whatever it was, it was yanking down and quickly, too. Steve was moving his arms, trying to get away, but it was useless. He couldn't fight against whatever was trying to pull him away from everything and everyone he ever loved. As the darkness took him, he wondered if his parents would miss him or be relieved that he was gone. Would they even care?

Chapter Fourteen

[lxstfuck]

Prompt: Teasing and eventually taking care of sub!eddie while he’s hiding from Jason and his gang, like telling him you know he couldn’t have hurt anyone cuz he’s your good boy, going down on him and eventually riding him to relieve his stress. Poor baby is so scared but the reader helps him forget even if it’s just for a little while 😵‍💫

Rolling, yelling and moaning a little.

You wish is my command dearie!

Stress free; Sub Eddie Munson x Dom fem reader

Tags: Little mommy kink (Eddie calls reader mommy twice), Aftercare duh!,dom Fem reader, sub Eddie, little bit of dacryphilia implied and lots of praise! S4 spoilers and changes since it's needed, i added a little titty play cuz he adores titties and your a bad bitch, unprotected sex (wrap it babes!), Cumming inside.

A/n: Just a little FYI you smoke and your not a little bitch nah! You do have piercings and ur tiddies are pierced and he absolutely loves it! That's it!

He was scared. No. He was terrified. You were the first person he talked to. He was so scared that sometimes he would threaten you. Eventually, Dusting and some other kids that Dustin said were friends. Still, you didn't trust anyone, not even the girl that was called Robin. You threatened Steve with a cracked bottle and when you glanced at your boyfriend, and he nod, you let them go.

They explained quickly that Eddie was in danger -but you knew that already- of course you knew this beforehand but still frowned at this. You wanted to help him. You'd give your life to protect him. But for now, you could only help him by staying by his side and caress him.

Not long after they left and promise to keep in touch Jason's gang came by. You were smoking a normal cigarette but you seriously doubted they knew the difference. So as soon as they saw you, long sweater and baggy pants, cigarette in hand they approached you.

“Where's your freaky boyfriend, L/N” You smirked, a shit eating grin that made them question what was so funny. “I know you know where he is or is he here with you?”

He kept questioning until you got bored and threw the cigarette on the grass, stepping on it with unnecessary force. Exhaling the last bit of smoke left in your mouth you licked your lips and raised your head and crossed your arms.

“I don't know where he is.” another boy you didn't really know raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed? My parents too.” you laughed at your own joke. “Trust me blondie. I wouldn't tell you even if i knew. Now," you clapped once, remarking your point. “I'm trying to get high and from what I see you're looking for an excuse to assert the little of dominance you have here so get out of I'll start kicking ass while smoking again.” Jason wouldn't dream of facing you.

No one would face you. You lived near Eddie and Max and for your own sake you had to learn to fight. You were in the fight club and you were one of the best so far. Your technique was always aggressive and cold.

“Go. Leave. Bye!" You yelled as they muttered something and left slowly. You cussed them and when you were sure they left you went back inside.

What awaited you was a curled up Eddie hiding in a corner as he covered his mouth. Almost like he was in a horror movie and he was about to get eaten by the monster. Maybe it felt like that to him. But to you, he was just a little cat that was scared. You believed him right from the start. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Even if the story came off as weird and rather fantasy like, you believed him.

“They're gone my cute wizard" He looked at you at the nickname to see you with a soft smile plastered on your face.

He cautiously stood up and hugged you. He towered over you but you still hugged him back and rubbed his back. Reassuring him everything will be fine.

“Do you really think i did that?" his voice was cracking and even if he looked the prettiest when he cried, you didn't want to see him cry right now. Not for this reason at least. “Promise i didn't do it..." He kept rambling about how he would never hurt her and telling the story over and over again. You kissed him softly to shut him. It worked like a charm.

“Of course you didn't do anything Eddie” your tone was soft, sincere and this Eddie noticed. “You're such a good boy. You would never do anything wrong". He sighed at this and you say in a corner and he sat in front of you. “Hmm?"

“I am? M' a good boy?” He questioned and you knew he needed this reassurance and when he leaned in to kiss your neck softly you knew where this was going so you played with his hair as he sighed and slid his cold hands inside the sweater.

A little later, the sweater was nowhere to be found, maybe on the floor, maybe stuck somewhere nearby. Your breast were exposed and he looked at you, a little plea in his eyes. You nod softly, putting your hands in his hair and caressing it as softly as you could. Brushing it gently and feeling his relax little by little. His big and calloused hands cupped your breast and his lips attached to the left one, sucking, kissing and sometimes biting. He felt the cold metal of something in his mouth and then he realized, you had your piercing on. Lord knows he tries! He tries so hard to not bite it roughly. But he loves you and he loves that piercing.

“What's wrong Ed?" you call him out. A whisper and he can't help but whine when your hand snaked to his pants and palmed him through them. “Come on babe, tell me what you want”. It might've come up as mean, maybe a little teasing. But in reality you were helping him voice his desires.

“Mommy...” He voiced, head thrown back and eyes shut. His hips were going up unconsciously. “Mommy please wanna feel you” he pleas as you stand up to take off your pants, slowly, teasing, on leg after the other. You were left only in pantys. A cold breeze made you shiver as you ordered him to take off his clothes too. You put your sweater under him so he wouldn't sit on the floor and get hurt. After all you were taking care of him.

Once undressed he looked at you. Your legs were one at each side of him and your last piece of clothing was long forgotten s you took it off when he was undressing. You touched his dick, he was already hard, sensitive and ready to cum. You lowered you hips, his dick just touching your folds but never entering. You did this a few times only for him to say your name over and over, begging you to let him cum. And who were you to say no to him?

Finally, you lowered your hips, finally letting him enter you completely. You sighed. God he felt so warm inside, so perfect. Fit for him. His hands traveled to your breasts once again and he pulled you closer so he could suck on them as you bounced on top of him. The wet noises whenever he was almost completely out and you harshly thrusted yourself on him plus the loud smacks of skin to skin made it all sensual.

“Good boy Eddie. Doing so good for me” You praise in between moans and breathy sighs. He deserved that praise. He needed it too. And you were willing to give it to him.

He still had his face buried in your chest as he grunted and moaned your name like a broken record. Over and over again you named would be thrown around and it mixed perfectly with the lewd sounds that filled the room.

“That feel good honey?” You manage to ask as he nod, you felt him drool on you and you chuckled, almost tired due to the movements. But you weren't going to stop until he had released. “Whatcha say if you cum in me?" you question and this seemed to catch his attention because he started thrusting up roughly. You took that as an affirmative answer. “The do so, baby. Cum in me. My dear baby". You held onto him and pulled his hair a bit as you moaned praises into his ear until you felt him fill you. The feeling was so intense that it made you cum as well. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you were both dirty. Still, you guys needed to clean up. You managed to get outside and cum was going down your leg. You smiled when his air caught up.

“Lets go take a shower mmk? I'll help you get washed” he nod and he looked at the sweater you had. It was messy, dirty. “Don't worry, I'll just have one the spare shirts you keep here. Or I'll call Robin to bring me one".

“No. Have mine". He muttered and you couldn't help but kiss him. You put on your underwear and pants. Threw on his shirt and walked to turned on the shower. You were willing to do it all over again if it meant getting his pretty head off the situation for a few minutes at least.

!The art isn't mine! I just did the banner, credits to whoever made it.

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[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:

It's less about his character and more about the way ppl talk about him and narrative around him in a lot of current stuff. The way everyone try to bend over backwards to prove how his reasons to turn Darth Vader were somehow noble or good when almost every single bad guy in Star Wars (expect Palpatine and that guy who taught him) have much more sympathetic history and reasons and how he's not a bad person bc he cried a few times while doing atrocities. And how everyone else gets the blame for all his shortcomings ('they did it but never taught him!!!' -he literally parrotos this same lessons to his own student, it's obvious he knows better but chooses to not apply to himself anything that is slightly uncomfortable to him). Like, I love characters being genuinely not good people as much as a next guy but let's not pretend they're good people actually

the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to. THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth

BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM

Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia.

White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else

His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about ""his"" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9""+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy.

[happyk44]

"I think I'm in love with you."

Annabeth paused for a breath. Then immediately started laughing - a high pitched shriek of a laugh that had Nico startling in his seat across from her. His eyes went wide, then narrowed.

"It's not funny," he grit out when her laughter died down to subtle giggles.

She covered her face with both hands. "No," she breathed. She pulled her hands back to her cheeks. "No, I know. I'm sorry, it's just-" She gestured loosely with one hand. "You know - before, everyone thought..."

Everyone thought he was attracted to her. That he wanted her, not Percy. She heard the musings after that first war, when her and Percy's relationship was new. Nico wasn't avoidant or mean to Percy, not at that point. But he was definitely warmer to her when Percy wasn't around. And seemed a little disgruntled, bothered, when Percy would pop up and sling his arm around her.

Everyone thought it was because he had a crush on her. Not the other way around.

And now...

She leaned back and shook her head. "Why do you think-"

"It's the same," he cuts in. She arches an eyebrow. He glares at the table. "Like with Percy. Before. I... You..."

She let him breathe. Find his words.

Nico usually spoke clear, deliberate. He wasn't ever really without words. If he didn't have anything to say, he wouldn't speak. If he did, he got his point across as cleanly as possible. The few times he did trip up, people tried to help him through it and it only sought to agitate him. Though he tried not to show it, feigning politeness.

Hazel, Jason and Percy were the few people who didn't try to figure out what he was getting at before he could.

Sometimes she wondered if he practiced his words in his head in advance. Or if it was just situations like these, sudden, emotional, that caught him off guard no matter how much he recited. Either way she understood - he knew what he wanted to say. He just couldn't get it out.

When she was younger, she felt like that a lot too. Especially in the early days of living with her dad and step-mom. When everything she said always went wrong and people got mad. Eventually the words got stuck. Especially the more frustrated or upset she was.

It was hard work to come across as someone smart and capable, logical and driven - not some silly emotional girl who had nightmares of spiders biting at her in the night and an evil step-mom who got angry when she cried and mocked her for stumbling over her words.

She wouldn't push Nico to explain himself. They could spend all night in this cafe if he needed to find himself.

"Thank you," she said quietly as the waitress dropped off her iced coffee and Nico's piping hot espresso. Nico mumbled a similar remark. His eyes remained trained on the table. She watched the waitress walk off then breathed shallowly. "She's pretty."

"It's not-" Nico closed his eyes. "I don't find other girls attractive, Annabeth. It's just you."

She sipped at her drink. Sweet caramel - too sweet. Percy always kissed her after she took her first sip. He didn't like overly sweet things, but he always joked that he liked them on her.

"I-" Nico's elbows dropped onto the table. His head hung in his hands. His shoulders rose up to his ears and didn't drop. "It's weird." His voice was but a whisper. "I don't understand it."

The ice clinked in her glass. Condestation dewed against her palms. She chewed her lip. "You know, aesthetic attraction-"

"It's not-" He exhaled shakily. Then slowly slid up and back.

His eyes were somber, sullen. Sad. It made her want to reach out and stroke his head like a frightened kitten, soothe him into her arms and assure him that all was okay. Take him home, clean him up, and make him warm.

"I want you. And it's terrifying."

An alarm blared at the back of her head. A visceral reminder - hubris. Don't be prideful about this.

Still she couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "How do you want me?"

There was something intoxicating about the way his eyes seemed to darken as he stared at her. They were already obsidian black, but now they'd graduated to a heated void. That he couldn't care about any other woman in the world but her. Gay as the day was long, and she was the night that broke him.

She needed to know. It was as imperative to her life as it was dangerous to her ego.

He was silent. All noise ceased to exist around them as they stared at her each other. Then he leaned forward, his breath cold as it puffed across her face.

"I want you naked. I want to touch every bit of your skin. I want to eat you out until you're soaked down my chin." Heat slid from his lips and burned across her skin. "I want to feel what it's like when you come on my fingers. I want to know what you feel like on my dick." His voice cracked. "And I want to know what it feels like to kiss you. To wake up beside you, to hold you, to have-"

He pulled to a harsh stop. Words still lingered on his tongue, in the back of his throat, she could feel it.

And it made her nearly delirious with a heady sense of power.

"Lots of people have those feelings," she said. "It's normal, nothing to be scared of, Nico. You're not the type of person to force your emotions on everyone else."

At least not willing, she thought. The nightmare episode just a few days after the second war - Nico fallen asleep in the sun and grass, Hazel and Frank beside him. A few kids playing nearby. One of them tripped over him in their haste to grab a ball that had gone over their head.

It had only lasted a few seconds. Just moments between Nico being startled awake and realizing he was safe, but the things he expressed left everyone feeling nauseous and on edge for days. It was so vague - no real memory or sensation behind it. But the power, the strength, the misery...

He dragged a hand through his shaggy curls. Then sighed. His bag - a black messenger with a lavender logo embroidered on the front - plonked onto the table. He opened it up and tilted it towards her.

It was organized for a messenger bag. A notebook in on pocket, some pencils, a granola bar, a baggie of ambrosia squares, his wallet. She frowned, leaning in closer. Then swallowed dry when she noticed a set of vials in a small boxed container in the center of the bag,

Dark blood-red liquid swirled inside each one. She could almost taste the bitter tang on her tongue.

She liked the taste of pomegranate. She didn't care much for the whole chewing spitting thing, and didn't like to swallow the raw pulpy seeds. But she did like drinking it.

The first time she'd tried it, she'd been eight, holding her goblet and wondering how sweet it must've been to be worth burying yourself for six months with the man that stole you. The sour earthy taste caught her by surprise. This, she had wondered, is what Persephone was so willing to consume in her hunger?

It didn't really make sense at the time. The story she'd been told made it clear that Persephone had caved to her self-imposed hunger. Surely there were other things to eat - if she was starving, why would she choose this one? Why would she choose this acrid difficult thing to seal her fate?

If Annabeth was going to cave to her starvation and eat something that would imprison her some place for half the year, she'd go with a lamb dinner. Not a sour fruit that made her gag when it first crossed her tongue.

Later on she considered the story again. Persephone was a goddess eternal. Eating was not a necessity, it was a pleasure. Why would she eat if she didn't have to and she knew better? She must've been tricked then. But tricked into eating a pomegranate of all things? Was that even something that could happen? Did she not know how it tasted? Did she think it was sweet?

Or did she know it was acidic? Did she slice the fruit in half and scoop out its seeds, feeling the sticky red juice trail down her thumb and know she was going to bite into something that would make most people gag and frown?

Did she choose her descent? Her, the goddess of nature, biting into a bitterness she always longed for?

Annabeth had poured into books on nature after that - she had been maybe 10 or 11. She wanted to know what it was that would captivate a goddess of spring to go below. Agriculture and grain were her mother's ideals, but nature and simple vegetation - those were all her own choices.

So what was the difference?

And in the dead of the forest, in the middle of capture the flag, she found her answer. It was a lush patch of grass. It didn't fit the usual nymph spots. Not to mention the nymphs tended to live around the edges of where the games would play. Neither they nor the satyrs enjoyed having bothersome demigods running back and forth across their homes, carrying swords and arrows and loudly swearing captured "enemies".

Naturally she approached. This area of was typically overrun. The grass was mostly downtrodden, but here in this little patch it was standing tall. Curiousity got the best of her, as it always did, so she dug it up. Maybe one of the Demeter kids had planted a trap there.

But no. It was just the decaying body of a fallen bird. Being consumed by the earth it landed on.

It hit her hard then. How life worked before people, before farming. Animals died and the earth ate them. Then produced the very things that those animals needed. So they came back and ate and died and ate and died. Each time they'd fall and take their last breaths. The bugs would come and pull them apart. The grass would spread across their bones. The plants would flourish from the nutrients left behind.

Wasn't that the point of manure and tilling the soil? To renew what had been taken away? That didn't happen in the wild. So it had to be cultivate by nature.

By death.

And in that moment, she understood why the goddess of nature would allow herself to bite into the bitterness of the fruit of the dead, and why the king of the underworld would be so taken with her at first sight, he just had to steal her away.

She stared at the vials. Then up to Nico's utterly distressed face.

He would never do that to her, to anyone. She knew that. He'd rather die than bound someone to him without a reason to force his hand.

But he wanted to. He wanted to bind them together, pierce her soul to his beckoning, make her obey him while she was living, as if she were dead.

She wondered if he'd ever wanted to do that with Percy.

"You know," she said slowly, "I wouldn't technically belong to you if you dosed me those."

He snorted and closed the bag. "I grew them myself." He was quiet as he tucked the bag into his lap, and folded his arms across it, gripping it tight like he was afraid if he didn't, the vials would jump out and fall down her throat. "So you would."

"Ah."

"I didn't..." He closed his eyes. "I thought about it once. With Percy. But I never got close because he was with you and I couldn't... I couldn't take him from you. Not like that. It wouldn't be fair. But now..."

When he didn't finish his trail of thought, looking off to the side instead, she crossed her arms over the table and gently prompted, "But now?"

His smile was sad, a little quirked thing she never liked seeing on his face. "I still want him, Annabeth," he said. He tilted his face ever so slightly towards her. "I always have. I probably always will. And now I want you. So there's nothing to stop me from taking you both, except my own morals."

"Morals are good."

He caught her eyes. "They're breaking."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Oh."

"That's why I wanted to tell you," he stressed, "in public. Where someone would notice if I..." He glanced down at her forgotten iced coffee. "If I did something to your drink."

"Okay, well." She bit her lip. "We just won't accept any drinks from you."

"No."

She frowned. She did not like that word when it came from someone else. "No?"

"No," he repeated. "I'm not risking it. I just wanted to tell you so I could explain why I won't be coming around anymore." She stiffened. "If you could tell him - Percy." His Adam's apple bobbed. "I didn't want him here for it because I didn't want to make him-" His face pinched inwards. "-mad at me."

Never, she thought. Percy's anger could stick around like the shattered remnants of life after a storm, but not with Nico. In the moment, distress and anger, but it would quickly fall away with the misery on Nico's face.

"My father never kidnapped my step-mom," he said. "People think she was stolen or that she sauntered down of her own free will, but truth be told, they just met." He sighed, frustrated and fisted the canvas of his bag. "He brought her home because he loved her and she followed him because she loved him. She doesn't even have to stay below if she doesn't want to."

"And you think you'd keep us prisoner?" She laughed. "Nico, you would never do that."

His eyes glistened. "My father told her not to eat it. He knows who he is, but having power over another person that way... it's always a risk." A wispy breath and he leaned back. "I know I wouldn't. I can't even fathom it, but if something happened and I changed..." He shook his head. "Why risk it?"

He stood up sharply before she could say anything else. A handful of bills fell on the table in a neat little pile. The price of their drinks, plus tip.

"Bye Annabeth."

She jerked backwards. Her chairs skidded against the tile, loud, as she hopped to her feet. "Wait!" she called out, but he was already gone. She held still for a second, thinking maybe he heard her, maybe he'd come back.

But he didn't.

Deflated she slowly withdrew back to her seat, pulling up forward to the table. Her drink - too sweet caramel - sat in front of her. Nico's espresso in a dainty white teacup sat further across, completely untouched. She wondered if he would chase the sweetness off her tongue like Percy did. She wondered if she would chase the bitterness off his tongue, like Persephone biting into the seeds. Would Percy?

If he had given them the choice to fall below, in the depths of darkness and dirt, would they have taken it as willing as nature took to the dead?

[bookwyrminspiration]

Call me out if I’m wrong here, but I feel like sometimes, when you’re in this fandom, there’s a lot of contradictory?

I feel like not that long ago people were upset that others were saying they didn’t like something, so wording changed.

I do believe that we should be honest on whether or not we like something (while being kind/gracious about it), but that might be the reason why some people are more nervous to just come out and say it?

Again I may be so incredibly wrong; I’ve been dipping my toes in and out of the fandom for a while now.

I think you have a valid point. There's a lot of people in the fandom, and we have different opinions, some of which contradict each other. Sometimes one view dominates, then the other. We vacillate and change, which is only natural.

Regarding the recent wording change, I'm not sure what specific thing that was in response to--there was some conversation in the vein of "if you don't like it, why are you here?" Which was more in response to the overwhelming negativity the series has started to accrue with the long interims, its current direction, and fans getting older. The sort of "people don't want to hear about how much you hate the thing they love." Even if you've established yourself as a fan of it previously.

Which I think can coexist alongside simply saying you don't like something. I can say the new cover isn't really hitting for me without tearing it apart and making those who really enjoy it feel bad, you know? I don't mind it, understand why it's like that, and appreciate Jason Chan's artistic prowess, but that doesn't make it interesting to look at.

But you're right, there's been this push to justify why you dislike things, at least in online spaces. So it's harder/makes people nervous to say "I just don't like this." Myself included. Instead it's "this was rushed" "this was last minute" "Shannon's publishers are pressuring her" "her editor's are pressuring her" etc.

Which, again, is entirely possible. Writing and publishing is hard; it takes a lot of work and pleasing the industry isn't easy. But there are points where--I think--people approach it with bad faith.

To use the cover as an example again, a lot of people are saying it's rushed. Possible. But is there a history of rushing covers? Not that we've seen, all the others have been spectacular, detailed, and thorough. What would they gain by rushing it? They could meet deadlines sooner, have something to share with the audience since we're in a weird period. But they could also damage their marketing with a subpar product, especially given the series' popularity. Why do we think the cover looks rushed? Its simplicity, its different mood. But, again, Shannon said that was intentional. There's Keefe's appearance, which is really hit or miss for people. I don't think Keefe not looking as attractive as people imagine/want is a result of rushing, but because there's an impossible standard for him as The Boy of the series. And so on and so forth.

The point of that being we've come to this conclusion, I think, hastily. While book 9.5 wasn't the original plan so of course timelines change, I don't think S&S has a history or motive to rush. There's already an established precedent for delays when necessary, the cover came out later than others, and there's (i think) a solid, purposeful reason the mood is different.

Could I be wrong? Absolutely. But the rapidity of the conclusion and with how much it feels we've been outsourcing our dislike the past few years I'm started to feel a little skeptical. Boy who cried wolf kinda thing. Was it rushed again, or do we just not like it? Feels like a slapstick explanation without further examination

And of course you don't have to analyze everything, but some things are a bit more complex, you know?

Point is: I think we're overusing these explanations (pressured, rushed) and at this point if we don't delve further into it it starts to lose its meaning. There is an argument for being rushed and pressured! But without getting into it, I can't tell if we're thinking it through or just avoiding saying we don't like something for fear of judgment/reprisal.

[yonemurishiroku]

hello! I know you super-ship jasico but I was wondering if you got any pernico fanfic recs? Ty! :D

wdym but? Just because I super-ship jasico doesn't mean I can't be obsessed with percico now can I? I'm a man (girl. woman. danger to society, if u will) of everything.

sorry losing track LOL anw you don't specify your references so I'm seriously going in blind here lmao. Imma just suggest those I love the most amongst my bookmarks then. There would be explicit content and i'd try to include as many warnings as i can think of, alrity

Everything by BobInTheComments. I barely read 1/10 of their works but I KNOW they're all brilliant. Trust me.

Again, everything by Doevademe (OriginalDaemon). Trust me.

too much poison in these veins and frankly? Everything by fuckin_rodent (I don't advise trying if you're a Will stan tho, and the content is pretty heavy sometimes btw)

betsib has some amazing works too! One of my favourites is Rest your head close to my heart wherein Nico and Percy have to take care of a baby legacy of Zeus (go figure) and Percy realizes his feelings!

The Who We Are series bc I cried

Fire Bringer by wewhofightmonsters: Percico in Prometheus' POV. It hurts so much. I cry every time for Prometheus and Nico's friendship. 😭😭😭

[with symphonies playing in a] World without Sound by shadowtraveled (orphan_account): THIS HURTS. But I love it. Because it's one of the rare ones that depict an unusual take on Percico of mine. Basically it's about Nico leaving, Hazel is sad, and Percy has an epiphany but it's too late. The author left it undone IMO but the work itself is beautifully heart-wrenching.

When the River Meets the Sea by bvnne: Again, shared custody. What's wrong with Percico and shared custody and babies?????

Where do I Begin? by Mitsumi in which Percy, Jason and Piper embark on a quest through Nico's memories to save him. Fuk u Cupid. Pls mind the tags btw.

Wash Me Throughly by creepy_crawly: This is short and kinda like a little treat LOL. Summary: "Percy helps Nico wash up, and gets a little jealous of the water." It's really what it is.

Only Human by Avaetin: “Will you be able to kill me, Percy?” Dark Nico. The villain in me is cackling.

Surfer Kid and Ghost Boy by exul_ansis: Gamers AU. Nico has mental problems. Percy thinks he is a failure. They try to help each other. PLS READ THIS JKASDHASKJDHASKJ

Shuffle 50 by ZoudiaxZoe: Topic: Drug Use. They're both a mess. Implied cousin-incest, if you will, their family is just fucked up. BUT PLS READ THIS 😭😭😭

I have a lot more but frankly I don't know if I should include lolol this is probably too many anyway.

I hope you enjoy!!! Please don't forget to show the authors some support if you can! ^_^)/ 💖

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Colors

A/n: Not gonna lie this is an entirely self indulged fic

Warnings: being self deprecating, wounds, kind of the start a panic attack at one point I think (I didn't really realize till after i'd written it), technically mentions of murder without acutal saying the word, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: When the red gets too much, your always there to show him there's more to life then the crimson red

The three P's:

[Pov: Jason's pov] [Parings: (romantic) Jason x reader] [Pronouns used: You/your]

Jason Todd's life wasn't very full of colors. He got a lot of black, brown sometimes, and the aching red that followed him every where.

Red was like the trail that followed him, the color people saw around his aura, the color smeared across his face, or someone else's. It was very prominent in his life, and some part of him hated what it represented and another part of him nurtured it.

Then you came along.

Dancing into his life you spread color around religiously, the way you walked was yellow, but the way you stood was pink. Then you would open your mouth and a stream of colors would come out seeking out all the points in a conversation.

Your aura changed every now and then but to Jason it was predominantly purple. Which is fitting, as the color itself often meant; wisdom, ambition, peace, and mystery. Because to Jason, you were everything mysterious as you were kind. He couldn't understand, how someone who's grown up in the Gotham dumps, could be so good?

Tumbling into the open widow he nearly breaks it on the way in despite how he usually can come in at least semi-graceful. He limps to the bathroom his hand held firmly on his lower left side, desperately trying to find the first aid kit.

Everything around him is red, he's basically glowing red. His emotions are running high as he shakily tries to find everything he needs but his vision is just getting so blurry, and he knows, he knows he's panicking. Jesus, it wasn't like he was 14 again.

He shouldn't be like this - he fists his hands as they shake, he's Red Hood, not Robin. He isn't helpless, he can protect people. He swears it, but his mind doesn't quite believe.

Protect, protect, protect, he can protect those people, he has to be able too. He can't let more people die not at his hands-

Your eyes are in front of him, staring as you cup his cheeks. The redness fades slowly and a pale gold is around him while your thumb brushes over his lip and your other hand goes to find the proper medical care to help him.

Openly he stares at you in awe, you somehow know how to help him, without even saying a word. To calm his mind with just being there.

After he's all stitched and bandaged up you pull him close and run your hand through his hair.

"Come to bed my love, you've protected them all already."

When you say those words he nearly cries, they're exactly what he needed to hear and lets himself get absorbed into your embrace.

"I couldn't ask for a better partner, you know?" He whispers into your ear so quietly it was as if he were afraid someone else would hear the words in your empty apartment.

You don't reply instead you smile down at him before gently pulling him towards the bedroom.

As he sleeps he sees every color possible to see - he dreams about you.

Words 509

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[alovelyburn]

I was wondering who your top five favorite Berserk characters are and why you like them? My bad if you’ve gotten this ask before.

Not in a few years! 1-3 are easy for me, it just gets tough after that because at that point there are a lot of characters I like without any of them standing out as particularly more amazing than the others.

...this is very long.

Guts Despite I guess being more of a vocal Griffith advocate, Guts is actually my favorite character not just in Berserk but in Manga as a whole, and arguably in..... fiction. I mean I can't think of anyone I like more offhand, anyway. As for why... I'm generally fond of the kind of character that he is: a complex personality with a lot of heavy issues, rage and emotional struggles. If you look at any media with a Guts-like character I probably like them - Auron, Senji Kiyomasa, Jason Todd, whatever, they're just my kind of thing but Guts is really the granddaddy of that type and he's more nuanced and interesting than any of the other ones I've personally run across. Jason kind of skirts close sometimes but it depends on the writer... and Western franchise comics are just less consistent by nature. There's also the Punisher but he's a homicidal maniac.

So, even though I like this type in general, it's sort of rare that they're the actual protagonist right, like usually the protagonist is some teenager and the broody complicated guy is like the mentor, or a scary guy they have to deal with or, in the case of a romance usually the love interest. That doesn't stop them from being fun characters that I like, but it does tend to limit how much exploration they get.

I appreciate that he's a protagonist who isn't always a nice or admirable person - that he makes mistakes and hates himself for it, that he sees his own monstrousness and struggles to control it and sometimes gives in to it (or even makes use of it). And the coexistence of his sometimes seemingly contradictory traits - his protectiveness vs the way he hurts people, his desire to belong vs his tendency to abandon, his insecurity and his cocky swag, his uncertainty vs his steel will - also makes for a multifaceted personality. Miura said he designed characters with a mind toward what they'd bring out in Guts and as a result, Guts has a lot brought out in him, I guess. Generally speaking the more complicated a character is the more interested I'll be in them anyway. This is something that's going to come up with Griffith as well, but I also have an attraction to moral ambiguity. I genuinely believe he's capable of being just as cruel, just as monstrous, as Griffith ever was (and vice versa) - and in a lot of ways we've already seen him do that - it's just that I guess a lot of people don't register it that way because his specific priorities better align with their sympathies and also he's the protagonist so people will tend to side with him anyway. But that... doesn't change that he's a person who will use a child as monster bait, or that he sexually assaulted a woman he's supposed to be protecting, or that he let the pilgrim camps around the tower of conviction get sucked into hell in order to get his ex back. It doesn't change that he's selfish and cruel sometimes.

Traditionally I also tend to be drawn to characters who kind of defy I guess stereotypical gender...norms? Guts in a lot of ways is a classic masculine type, but I appreciate that he isn't the no-emo badass that, I guess, he gets perceived as by some people. I love that he cries more than most of the characters in the series, or that his primary motivation is heartbreak over Griffith betraying him. That his rage is more cope than anything else.

I always say he'd reconcile with Griffith if he had a chance, as we know, but if you think about it that's kind of a dick move, I mean Griffith did feed the Hawks to demons and rape Casca in front of him. But that doesn't mean I dislike that I feel he'd do it, on the contrary, that just makes his emotional workings more interesting to me because it's a little desperate and sad, and a little selfish and monstrous, and I think he'd... know that it was a dick move and that he's a little pathetic for being willing to do it. And I think he'd struggle with it and hate himself for it. But I still think he'd do it. Which is interesting to me.

I also love that he's not motivated by romance. It's a rare gem of a thing, and I mean I do obviously believe he has romantic feelings for both Casca and Griffith, but even with that being the case I don't think his romantic feelings for either are his true motivators - he's not attached to Casca just because she's the woman he was planning to be with, he's attached to her because she represents the Hawks in his head. And while his feelings for Griffith have a romantic component I do think it's just one color in a massive storm of feelings. I always think Griffith is in love with Guts, whereas Guts loves Griffith which includes also having romantic feelings for him but it's not necessarily the primary driving force in those feelings.

Also, I really love a stone-cold badass. I've never been a person who automatically gloms onto the underdog, I guess; I know a lot of people are inherently turned off by overpowered characters or characters who rarely lose or whatever, but that just doesn't bother me, I love watching a character cut through an army solo, it's just fun for me.

Along the same lines, I love that he's relentless and can't and won't be stopped. This is kind of an interesting one because I feel like for a lot of people a big chunk of his appeal is that he is always kind of struggling against larger forces and he gets fucked up and he takes hits but keeps going. Whereas for me, the part that appeals to me is just... that he keeps going, whether that means fighting and fighting and never taking a hit or taking hits and getting back up is less important to me than the fact that he's always continuing to go.

And I like the way he mouths off to gods and demons.

Griffith Even though Guts is my favorite, I do actually think Griffith is Miura's master creation. The subtlety of his characterization, the ambiguity that sometimes ripples back just enough to reveal the edge of this vast and complicated personality and the way the reader is left to connect the dots is really fascinating to me - though I do wish people were better about connecting the dots instead of drawing over them.

I say this a lot, but Griffith is the one who actually embodies the reasons I love Berserk the work itself, the world, the philosophy behind it, etc. That someone like him can break is evidence that anyone can break. That someone as good as he is can be cruel is evidence that anyone can be cruel. That someone as terrible as he is can be kind is evidence that anyone can be kind. He encompasses the breadth and depth of humanity in Berserk's world, in all its beauty and all its hideousness.

I love every Griffith, though I do think all of them are distinct in their own ways.

During the Hawks Era, there is a certain innocence to him that persists despite the things he sees and does. He is... childish, I mean honestly, when I think about Griffith in the Golden Age this is maybe the main thing that comes to mind? Because he can be the adult in the room, he can be the genius strategist, the brilliant combatant, he can be serious when he needs to but these are all roles, and when his guards are down (mostly around Guts) his reserve melts and he's expressive and silly and playful and ultimately his self-image is literally that of a barefoot child.

That kind of informs a certain earnest purity that comes through in the way he sees the world and the feelings he has about things or people, and the specifics of the ambitions he holds. Even some of the things that people use against him - the piles of corpses you could say - are things that by the standard of the day really aren't anything he needs to feel bad about, but he's tormented by them to the point where guilt ultimately becomes arguably the driving force behind his actions more than the original ambition that created those corpses to begin with.

I think in the end, what drove Hawks Griffith was still a kind of kid looking at the castle kind of idealism - the dream of self-discovery intermingled with the yearning to build the kind of world that wouldn't make people go through the things he did. The issue is that in a more realistic world, as Berserk has tended to be (magic and stuff aside), that is hard to sustain.

You know what he reminds me of? For anyone familiar with Fate/ there's a thing about Artoria/Saber where she became a martyr to her own Kingdom because she ended up living for the country and sacrificing for the country which made her increasingly dehumanized and Gilgamesh, charmer that he is, realizes she's trying to carry the world on her shoulders he basically determines that she's inevitably going to be crushed under the weight of her own self-imposed burden, which he thinks is hot. Aside from the hotness of it, that always reminded me of Hawks Griffith - the way he tried to carry the Hawks on his back and never let them see that he was imperfect, the way he lived to maintain that image so they had something to believe in, and the way it strained the man underneath.

And that! Is! FASCINATING, look as much as I love Guts for being basically made of steel, I also love Griffith for not being as mentally resilient as Guts is - in fact so many of the reasons I glommed onto Griffith are the direct opposite of reasons I love Guts - so much of Griffith's character is driven by his feelings for Guts, especially during the Golden Age, and I find that to be just as fascinating as Guts' romantic ambivalence. In so many ways Griffith seems larger than life and inhumanly perfect - invincible like he can withstand anything, but all that strength can't hold him up when his heart breaks. In the end its his fragile human heart that is his downfall every time. And the breakable interior underneath his epic hero exterior makes for an interesting cocktail.

This is getting too long so I'm going to try to be brief with Neo - obviously he embodies the larger cosmic themes of Berserk even more than Hawks Griffith does - but I also find him fascinating as the fallout from everything that went on with Hawks Griffith. Because Griffith tried so hard to be a person who lived for his dreams and wasn't battered about by his emotions but he couldn't manage it and so when he's remade in the image he desires he becomes the thing he wanted to be, and its beautiful and epic and inspiring but also kind of hollow and sad. Griffith lives in the fallout from making the wish with the consequences he didn't expect, and it's interesting because it's not wholly clear how much he realizes what he's lost - how much he feels it - until the external imposition of factors that bring his emotions back full force for those shreds of time between transformations.

Farnese She's been my third favorite for... ages. That said, she's not Guts or Griffith so I don't have as much to say about her. I just think she's an interesting character - the changes that take place in her as she tries to reinvent herself are really cool to me.

If you line the events we know up chronologically you get a pretty cohesive story about this emotionally abandoned girl who cycles through various forms of trying to locate herself and her place in the world and forming kind of frantic dependencies on various copium flavors until she is ultimately forced to face the lie that her life had been, at which point she has to start over from nothing. I think that's a cool and very human story. Also, it's interesting to me to see this person who, when we first meet her, seems so powerful (in a political sense) and determined have all those masks torn down until you see the terrified lost person inside all the trappings... and then to see her build herself back up, but in the way she chooses and through the means she desires, having finally been untethered from the obligation and demands of her family or the church.

Farnese is kind of a normal person to me, you know? Like Guts and Griffith are Epic Heroes - they're Made Differently in that heroic form. And people like Serpico are kind of skirting the edges between normal and epic - I'd call him kind of a normal hero as opposed to an epic hero and then there's Farnese who is very cool yes, but ultimately also a basically normal person. And watching her grow and adjust in this world that is deeply hostile to normal people - not just the Berserk world as a whole but the specific path that she goes onto by following Guts - is A+ entertainment for me. It also makes her admirable, because she was born to such extreme wealth and could have had such an easy life if she decided to put her tail between her legs and run home, but she didn't.

So... yeah I mean I think it's a good arc.

From here the short list was Charlotte, Serpico, Zodd and Rickert.

Charlotte I talked a lot about why I like her so much pretty recently, but to quickly recap... I enjoy watching her develop from a sheltered shy shrinking violet into someone who is, while still very gentle and quiet, far stronger and more resilient than one would have expected. I love that she has these progressive views - I assume she got most of them from her father who was quite progressive as well before he lost his damn mind, but it means she and Griffith are aligned on a lot of political views.The risks she takes to save Griffith, the way she loves him even when he's lost everything and can't talk anymore, the way she's able to fight off the King without assistance and protect herself for the year that follows... it works for me. She's a different type of character than someone like Guts or even someone like Farnese, and of course she doesn't get a lot of screentime since she's a relatively small character, but I've seen a lot of growth in her. I also think she's adorable and her romantic fantasy version of the world is kind of... just. Interesting. It's interesting when one character is in a different genre of story than everyone else, I don't know.

Rickert He stole Zodd's spot. Mostly because I always like that "last of the old Guard" type of character, and I find his emotional struggle where Griffith is concerned really interesting. In a lot of ways it echoes Guts' struggle, albeit without the UST. The bit where he smacked Griffith - that whole scene and everything leading up to and after it, is one of my favorite parts of the series - I love that despite knowing what Griffith has done, he still wavered on the edge of whether to stand with him or not. I also love that he decided not to, and that at the same time he still holds his reverence and love for the Griffith who used to be, even though he can't accept the Griffith who is. Even then after that, he's still reluctant to believe Griffith would have him killed - which I think he's right to doubt, because I'm so sure it was Locus who did that. Anyway, he doesn't do much - rather he does a fair amount but he does it in spurts and then vanishes for years at a time - but I'm always glad to see him when he shows up.

Serpico is still on the edge for me right now, but I've been warming to him more during the current reread, I guess because I had to think about him more than I normally do. So I wouldn't be shocked if he eventually overtook Charlotte or Rickert - not sure which. I just need to see more of him/think more about him to get a sense of where he falls for me.

I also think that if we get the full backstory on Skull Knight and Void there is a high chance that they'll just knock the bottom two off entirely and give me a legitimately solid Top 5 instead of, honestly, a Top 3 + extras.

[via-rant]

Some Trans Leo Valdez headcannons I've had for the LONGEST time!! (And some other extra ones) pt. 1

. He started not liking his hair while his mom was brushing it one day. It's been uncomfortable for a while and just a pain in the ass to manage. So he asks his mom if they could cut it a little embarrassed about it. His mom says of course and takes him to a hair stylist.

. His Tía disapproves of this when she sees him again but she disapproves of everything Leo does so Esperanza just ignores her and continues the other conversation.

. But he doesn't find out until years after she dies. He didn't have time to think about that while on the run.

. He started wearing hoodies by his third foster home to hide bruises and scars. Especially when he started developing.

. He cuts his hair when it gets too long and hates using she/her pronouns but never tells anyone because he's too scared. Everyone already hates him there's no need to make it worse.

. When he was put in Wilderness he was put in the girls dorms and almost cried. That was when he realized he "didn't want to" be a girl. Still didn't tell anyone. (Piper is his roommate btw because I'm too lazy to make another oc)

. Until he was on his period and he's really, really emotional on his period. Like mood swings are everywhere but, like everything else, he pretends to be okay. Anyway that's not the point. He gets a little too emotional one day after school hours and starts ranting to Piper about.... Something and accidentally tells her about it.

"I don't even want to be a girl and-"

. He starts freaking out but she comforts him and tells him it's okay to feel that way. He starts ranting about that instead and Pipers like "Have you heard of Trans people?" He's in denial at first because he can't be more of a freak than he already is. He's already ADHD and autistic and has powers he, apparently, got from his dad that caused his mother's death.

. But after a lot of thought he started asking Piper to use he/him pronouns and a different name. And he was so. Much. Happier! (He also looks up more info about LGBTQ stuff and finds out he's Pan.)

. He started getting really comfortable with it and started asking teachers. Some were supportive others not so much. Until someone attacked him for it. It just started out as whispers in his ear of "You'll always be a girl." He never knew who it was but he always brushed it off. Then he started feeling hands rubbing his arm and back. Sometimes his neck if they were brave enough.

. He stayed close to Piper most of the time just talking and joking with her to prevent anything further from happening. Let's just say it didn't work. He didn't tell anyone.

. Piper noticed the slight change in his mood but he always insisted he was fine. But she noticed. Noticed he was barely eating, noticed he wasn't sleeping but she stopped asking after a while.

. Then they met Jason. A new recruit, as Leo put it, and became friends instantly. Apparently he was there for fights. Lots of fights. They laughed at that because "You? Get into fights? Okay." They never believed him. (Plot twist he actually does just not with people.) Just like Leo and Jason not believing that Piper "just asked" for the BMW.

. They snuck around and pulled pranks and Jason snuck into their dorm a lot and had sleepovers doing stupid stuff and protect each other if they got in trouble. Unless they all get caught.

. At some point Leo gets a crush on Jason but Jason and Piper get together and he just sits in the background, unnoticed and it's getting harder to hide.

. During one sleepover Piper fell asleep and Leo thought Jason was asleep when he started having flashbacks. He sneaks into the bathroom and splashes his face with water to get rid of the reminders but it doesn't work and he has a panic attack right then and there scratching his arms.

. Jason walks in when he hears heavy breathing. He helps him through the attack and Leo tells him what happens while crying. Jason tells him it's not his fault and that Dylan was wrong. When Leo was completely aware he felt bad and apologized.

"You don't have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong."

. Then Jason woke up on the bus with no memory and it's mostly the same. Except Leo's heart broke. The only person he told and he loses his memory but like everything else he pretends it's okay.

. Then everything happens like normal. Mostly.

. During the quest Piper gets him a binder and he starts crying when he looks in the mirror. Especially after he puts his shirt on.

. Pipers the only one who knows he's Trans on the ship until Hazel finds him sneaking a pad from the bathroom. And she's so confused. Leo sighs and explains it to her and she's like "That's an option?!" (From the 30's over here)

. She like explains to him she doesn't want to be a boy or a girl. Leo tells her that Nonbinary people exist and they're like... Immediately attached to it! She doesn't tell the rest of the crew yet.

. The bit with Eros happens and Jason is like "Yeah? That's normal?" Nico is staring at him in confusion like "Excuse me?"

"What? Leo's cute."

[yeyinde]

I feel you'd have the best catholic!Jason todd ideas.

I do have a lot of thoughts about this! (and immediately my mind went to hot priest!Jason Todd so I guess it's time to re-read the priest comic...). I like the idea of Jason having an empty relationship with Catholicism the most, so I went with this one.

Maybe he was "raised" Catholic, but it was performative. It wasn't the, "we're a perfect example of what a Catholic family should be" pantomime, but a parasitic one. Exploitative. Meaningless and hollow except for what it could do for them. And maybe it looks good on paper for Child Protective Services.

Maybe there's a cross on the wall but was picked up at a yard sale, and is covered in dust. A ratty bible is on the table, but when you look closer, you realise it's missing pages and scribbled in. Circular holes are burned into the cover (the same ones found all along the old couch, in blankets. Mattresses). They don't pray, but they go to church when they serve food. Saves money on groceries, doesn't it? So, why not. Jason sat at the back (and maybe he tried to listen, to pay attention) while his mum nodded off in the pew, and made fun of the whole thing, at all the rich people in their Sunday Best, only to smile at the priest when he came to greet them.

Some Catholic schools serve their students lunch and snacks, and all you have to do to be admitted it is get baptised. His mum might have dragged him to the church to do so because it meant she didn't have to spend money on feeding him lunch every day. Maybe the only time he ever really ate a whole meal was during school. It cuts the cost of clothes, too, since most Catholic schools require a uniform.

I like the idea of Jason trying to be religious. Maybe he prays during dinner one night but his dad mocks him for it. He never does it in front of them again.

Jason grows up in this limbo where his parents exploit it for their own gain, but he wants to believe. And maybe he does. But it doesn't last long. Not when at school they teach him about gods infinite mercy. How he knows all. But if that's true, how come he never answers Jason's prayers late at night with his pillow muffling his cries? How come he's ignored? I like the idea of a crisis of faith because it can be absolutely devastating even when you don't really believe in all the nonsense.

His parents use it against him. Why would god leave me with a ungrateful kid like you? His mum throws the cross at him and he watches it shatter on the floor. Nothing happens. He wonders if that means something.

And then he sees the divide. There's a difference between being a poor Catholic and a rich one. Maybe it infuriates him, drives him away from it.

He stops being religious as he grows up. Beings to resent it. Maybe he still wears a cross around his neck, a small gold chain bought at a pawn shop for $5 because it's a habit. Sometimes religion can be an addiction, too.

It never really comes up. It was an aspect of his upbringing the same way finding his mum slouched over on the couch was. Just there. Habitual, almost.

And then he dies.

And then he comes back.

Another crisis of faith that doesn't really go anywhere. Maybe he's too jaded to the idea of a higher power, or maybe he's scared. Terrified. I'd like for him to adopt the same parasitic relationship with Catholicism as his parents did. He goes to church because he thinks he should feel bad about what he does. He sits in the last pew at the back, bows his head. And nothing. Nothing. He just thinks about all the times he wept at night until he couldn't cry anymore. All the desperate prayers that went unanswered.

Maybe it wasn't god who brought him back, after all; but you can't have one without the other. And maybe a part of him is beginning to wonder if there's even a difference between the two.

I like the idea of him struggling with guilt over his deeds as the Red Hood but I don't think he really feels it, and I think that hurts him more than anything. There is an absence of guilt and maybe some trickle-down toxicity. maybe he goes to church because he thinks he should not because he wants to but he sits in the pew and he doesn't pray and he definitely doesn't ask for forgiveness because there's nothing to forgive. But in some twisted way, it makes him feel better for not feeling guilty and so. He goes.

Questioning his faith that might not have ever really been there is something I really like talking about. I think there's more to it than just Catholic guilt.

[raphael-angele]

Wholesome Things Damian Does for his Family (+the Titans)

Headcanons!

Movie! Titans

I made a post on my other account once saying Damian is very fond of gardening and has a mini garden on the Kent Farm. Well, on their anniversary, Damian would make bouquets for his grandparents and leave them on their graves. He would use amaryllis and stock flowers for Martha and statice and Queen Anne's Lace for Thomas. He leaves them at dawn before the sun even rises and stays there until it does. Bruce doesn't know who leaves the flowers there, thinking maybe it's Alfred.

He does the same thing to Terra. Whenever Terra's death anniversary comes along, he sneaks out before the sun rises and goes to her grave. He gives her white lilies and yellow daffodils. And he just spends the rest of the day with her on her grave, as if talking to her. The titans would come and visit them but he doesn't leave until 12 am.

He made Jon a new jacket. One time while they were on patrol, Jon got into an accident and tore his jacket and it's practically unfixable. Jon was really sad so Damian took it upon himself to make him a new one. He left it on his bed a few days later after school.

He makes baked goods for them. It doesn't matter whether or not his school is having a bake sale. He will make them all cookies of different flavors, brownies, butterscotches, cupcakes, muffins, etc. He didn't just learn baking from Alfred, he also learned it from Jaime. One day, he'll be making something and he'll give the first one to one of them to see if they like it. He'd be giving it to them with his arms raised to them and say, "Eat".

Whenever he's at the Tower and he makes breakfast for the team, he makes a vegan substitute for Garfield. Like, if he's making sausages, he also makes one for him made out of plant based ingredients. And Garfield doesn't bother asking him if it's vegan or not anymore cuz he got so used to it.

In one of my previous posts, I said that Raven has a slight OC disorder. And because of this, everytime the team goes for an outing or a meal outside, Damian always wipes and cleans the seats and tables and arranges the place mats and the condiments.

Damian always tries to find time to spend with Dick. Whether it's training or just hanging on the ceiling with aero silks. Dick likes it when they do that since not a lot of the family has an acrobat's advantage.

Damian polishes and fixes Jason's guns for him. One day, he goes into Jay's room to look for a book and sees one of his guns is on the desk and is disassembled. He looks closer and sees that there's something jammed in one of the parts. He then proceeds to fix it, polish them and reassemble it. He now does this whenever he wants to. Jason still doesn't know.

He has one particular weapon that is dedicated to all of his brother's weapons. It may not be engineeringly possible but still. Two swords that both have guns as handles (Like Blake Belladonna's). It can turn into double sided swords by the end of the hilt (magnets maybe). When in double sided mode, the handle can extend and the blades can curve to turn the weapon into double sided scythes. I'm thinking of adding an electrocution function whenever the fingerprints don't match Damian's.

He makes painting or drawings of them. When he's bored, he makes them drawings of themselves at that very moment. Damian once snuck into Dick's room and looked for a picture of him and his parents. When he did, he took a picture of it and made a painting of it for Dick's birthday. Needless to say, Dick cried.

He catsits for Selina. Whenever Selina has an emergency trip and has to leave for a few days, she calls up Damian to watch over her cats. Sometimes, he takes Alfred with him. Damian follows Selina's rule book very carefully. He doesn't accept payment but Selina still pays him.

Damian once stole Jason's copy of The Seven Husbands of Evenlyn Hugo and got it signed by TJR in an event where Raven went to. Jason was pissed when he found his book missing. When Damian gave it back, Jason's first instinct was to kill him. But when he looked at the front, he was just speechless and awkwardly hugged his little brother.

Damian buys Tim Death Wish coffee beans. Raven and Damian's definition of a hang out, is teleporting from one country to another. Most of the time, they go to New Zealand, Iceland or anywhere peaceful. But some times, they go to sightseeing in random places. Damian often asks her to take them to New York so he can buy Death Wish Coffee. He then gives them to Tim when he comes home.

Small headcanon that Damian is the only one who can beat Raven at chess and Raven is the only one who can beat Damian at poker. Chess is one of their bonding strategies and coping strategies when they're fighting. And I imagine that it's basically the only thing Damian had in common with someone the first time he came to the tower. Raven losing chess for the first time was really surprising to the lot of them cuz she's basically unbeatable. Same goes for Damian in poker, considering Raven was raised by Constantine.

[gayfrogs03]

⚠️⚠️!!!TW: Mention of attempted r*pe towards the end!!!⚠️⚠️

Why do people argue that Tim isn't a genius in canon?? Like yeah, it's a exaggerated for fanfic a lot because it's fanfic and they can rightfully do whatever they want to the character, but it doesn't mean it's not canon!

I have a lot of thoughts on it, and why

Tim is a genius, a child prodigy if you will

The average persons IQ is between 85 and 115, to have what is considered a not just high, according to google and my phy class, but a very high IQ it has to be 130 or higher. Tim Drake's IQ in canon is 142, which means he is above what is considered a very high IQ level. This is just when he's just some kid with his brain still developing and learning about the world, imagine when he gets older and smarter what it'll be like

(You can ignore this part if you want, just a side rant about IQ test. I don't really like IQ testing very much, I don't believe that they can properly measure someone's intelligence, people are way too different, it doesn't take into consideration that people's brains work in different ways, especially neurodivergent people (NOT SAYING ND PEOPLE CAN'T SCORE HIGH ON IQ TEST, THAT IS VERY MUCH NOT TRUE, WHILE I'M ND AND JUST MADE IT TO THE AVERAGE LEVEL I HAVE A LOT OF ND FRIENDS WHO SCORE VERY HIGH), and they seem to think everyone's brain and intelligence level are the same or can be represented/shown in the same ways when people are way too different and complicated for that. I bring Tim's IQ up because a lot people do like to see a measure of intelligence by a "scientifically approved" (most scientists don't believe you can measure intelligence, or can't agree on the right way to do it) way, seeing numbers settles something in them. Plus I think Tim is one of the few people that the test a least mostly works for, at least it fits how his brain works)

I think a lot of the controversy begins with the differences between Tim and Jason, their hobbies and how they perform at school.

Some people like to label Jason as the dumb poor one while holding Tim up as this all mighty genius who's never even gotten a B in class (stereotyping because of their upbringings) which isn't true at all to their character. People get (rightfully) upset about this, but in their rush to defend Jason they bring Tim down

See, Jason is far from dumb, he was actually a nerd who was the top of his class and read Shakespeare for fun (tho tried to hide that fact), don't remember if this is canon or headcanon anymore but Jason's favorite author is def Jane Austin, not at all what these people paint him be

Tim on the other had, did not do well in school, failed classes or was just barely passing them, not because it was hard or anything, he just found it boring and didn't try, believed he had better things to do than school work, like solving cases as Robin. And other than W&W his hobbies are very nerdy either, he prefered to go skate boarding or hang out with friends than sit down and read (tho in canon he does read sometimes, not Shakespeare or anything like that, usually sci-fi, comics, and works of pure fiction, but he didn't read a lot like Jason because he either didn't want too or lack of time to do so. Headcanon that the first time he curled in somewhere in the Wayne manor to read Bruce cried because when he walked in he thought he was Jason for a second, Tim thankfully didn't notice Bruce enter or leave too wrapped up in his book. Sorry off topic)

Despite that being Tim's canon, people in there rush and rage to defend Jason rip that away and make it so he has average intelligence or lower, that's he's not special in anyway

Tim was the smartest Robin (was because I think DC should let him move on from being Robin and make his OWN identity) that is a fact, that is canon, he's not the nerdiest but he is the smartest -there is a difference- of them all. Bruce himself says that Tim is smarter than him (and Alfred but everyone and their goldfish knows that).

That is not saying the other Robin's are dumb, they're not, all of them have above average intelligence and are very smart, it's just that Tim's intelligence is higher than theirs, part of life there is always some one that's better than you at something, for Tim his brain is better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ra's is obsessed with Tim because of his brain, because of how smart he is, and called him Detective. A lot of people downplay this (usually Tim anti's, but they're a whole other thing) and say "he just acted like that to get Tim to join him!" Well even if he only called Tim "Detective" as a way to try and flatter him into joining the league somehow (very unlikely of Ra's, flattering someone is not the route he'd go, at least I don't think so, Ra's isn't stupid he'd know that just some nice words wouldn't get Tim to join him, tis why he had the whole "I'll help you get Bruce back" thing, he knows what people want and uses it to his advantage), he still wanted him for his brain, still was obsessed with him all the same

They also downplay it by claiming he's interested in all of them, Tim's not special he was just the one there to use, Ra's wants to stop Bruce and use his kids to do so or something. Again, I don't think so. Yes, he has some level of interest in all of them, what supervillain wouldn't? They're vigilantes, they risk ruining what he's working for, and yeah it would help him if they joined him instead of fighting against him. But, with that being said, I have two main things to say about the flaws of their claims

One: Ra's has been around for a long time, and has eyes everywhere, he's known about Bruce, about Batman, and his talents since the very beginning, again he isn't stupid, and is insanely powerful (why do you think he still walks the earth free?). If he believed that Bruce was a threat to him and truly wanted to take him out Bruce would have been dead way before he even met Dick, like as soon as he became Batman, he wouldn't wait so long and go through the trouble of trying (and failing) to get his kids to join him and do the dirty work for him

Two: Ra's interest in Tim is a lot different from his interest in the rest of the superheros and vigilantes. Ra's at first intended for Damian to be his heir, to take over the league, but as soon has Dami joined the batfam he realized that Damian was not fit to do it, not smart enough, not strong enough (he's ten give him a break Ra's), if he truly still wanted Damian to be his heir he would make it happen, but he now believed Damian is not fit for the job.

That's when he begin looking for a new heir, someone who's incredibly smart, and incredibly strong (Tim wasn't trained by Lady Shiva to be called weak), and he found Tim, and decided then and there he wanted Tim he be his heir (after trying to kill him, that's not important, well Tim surviving his attempts (aka the people he sent to kill him) is part of what got him noticed by Ra's). He literally became obsessed with Tim and his brain, wanting him to be his heir, or make him a heir (tried to get his daughter to r*pe him, thank god for Cass)

That got off topic, again, but the point his, Tim is a genius! Stop dumbing him down! Even if you don't like him he's still a genius! It doesn't change anything!

Just because he doesn't act like your stereotypical genius in the media who's only personality trait is that their smart doesn't mean he stops being a genius

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Code Blue - Ch. 7 "Laid To Rest"

Summary: Jason's funeral takes place. A painful memory is relived. David is there to help Josie through the day. The after gathering receives an unexpected visitor which doesn't end well.

*Warning* Funeral scene, angst, language

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 9, 2023

Chapter characters: Josie, Jason, David, Lee, Amy, Emily, Britt

It was the day of Jason's funeral and you were in a complete disarray about every single thing on top of being irritable as hell with your anxiety. You dreamt of the explosion again and woke up sweating and silently screamed into your pillow so your mom wouldn't hear. You gripped the pillow so tight, pretending it was Lee.

Not to mention you were avoiding the determined detective who kept calling about getting your statement. The last thing you needed was reliving the nightmare of the explosion during this time, so you left him a voicemail and told him you would be in after the funeral sometime and to leave you alone. Then there was Lee....intrusive thoughts of him constantly.....feeling guilty for abandoning him, yet still angry and hurt over what happened. At least he had respected your wishes as you had not heard a single peep from him in the past five days.

You laid in bed for awhile reading through the fun texts you and Lee shared last week....and the you began typing a reply.

"Lee...it's Jo...I just wanted to say I am ok. I hope you are too and..."

You immediately deleted it and cried. Besides, if you had stupidly sent the pathetic text, he wouldn't have received it anyways since he now had another phone. You wondered if he even remembered your number....and if he was thinking about you too.

'Jason!" you cried and planted your face back into the pillow. The last memory you had of your brother played like a movie in your mind. It was just hours before the blast.

"Hey...got your message to meet you here."

"Hey, have a seat. You alright?"

"Yeah"

"You don't look fine Jo."

"Um I haven't been sleeping a lot. So...why am I here? Is something wrong?""

"I want to talk about my funeral arrangements if something ever happens to me...for mom's sake..and yours."

"You asked me here to talk about your funeral? Why are you talking like this Jay? Is something going down?

"That's not important. I just want you to promise me something."

"Ok??"

"I don't want you or mom to dress in some stupid tradition of all black with veils and sunglasses."

"You're kidding right? This is what you want to talk about? What I am supposed to wear to your supposable funeral? Jason March, what the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing Jo...I just want you to promise me that, that you'll put on some bling or something...and make mom do it too."

"Why not? That's all you wear?? Why couldn't we do that to honor you...IF you died?"

Jason Morgan March who solely went by Jason Morgan, had his own personal trademark consisting of a black tee, jeans, and a black leather coat who rode a Harley. He was 5'11, had striking blue eyes and spiked dirty blonde hair and was often referred to as stone cold by a mutual friend of yours and his, Spinelli, a computer genius with impressive hacking skills. Some might have thought the nickname was in reference to the professional wrestler Stone Cold Austin because Jason was brawny just like him and could kick anyone's ass without even flinching, but that wasn't why he earned that title. Jason truly could be stone cold. He had to be in his line of work. he didn't show much personality or feelings, unless it was with his close friends and loved ones, especially you, his baby sister.

"Come on Jo...can't you ever do anything I ask?"

"I think you know the answer to that. Now how about you tell me the truth? Something is happening and you feel like you might die. What has Sonny gotten you into this time??"

"Jo...for fucks sake. I am just asking a simple request like any other person might do for their arrangements. You know I am a high risk for dying."

"Well you're not any other person! You're my brother and you're in a life of crime so of course I am going to think the worst here! Something is going to happen. I can see it in your eyes. Is that what this is about? Just say it..."

And then 4 hours later, your brother was dead and you were in the hospital.

You couldn't think about it anymore and went to shower.

As you were getting dressed, you thought about how this day was going to suck in more ways than one. Britta, your best friend who was in love with Jason, couldn't make it as her chief of staff position required her to be at the hospital, but she promised to be at the after gathering....Emily's flight in from Ireland was delayed so she probably wouldn't be here in time for the service...but at least David would be by your side. He always was when possible. You had even invited Orlando to the after gathering just to be nice since the two of you had been friendly texting for the past four days after you had been at his place to get your hand fixed up. You had removed the bandage as the purple and blue bruising was fading to a soft yellow and green that was barely visible and it didn't hurt so much anymore either, but you still kept ice on it to help with the minor swelling. The last thing you wanted was Dave asking questions because you could not lie to him...but you knew for Lee...you would.

There was a knock at your door. "Josie...it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah Dave...I'm almost ready."

You were all dolled up just like Jason had wanted you to be, wearing some gaudy sparkly necklace of your mothers that stood out like a sore thumb. You had gotten your mom to dress extra nice too, like Jason wanted but you didn't tell her why. She didn't need to know Jason had pretty much knew he was going to die and that you were honoring his preplanned wishes. Yourself, being as stubborn as you were, compromised your dress's colors, with the top being black and the skirt being white.

David knew Jason too and was well aware of his mob relations, but as you already knew, most people were. The two weren't friends for obvious reasons but stayed civil for you, just like Dave was only there today for you.

"Wow, look at you. Beautiful as always."

You giggled at his irrepressible facial reaction.

You instantly became emotional at the also beautiful 6'1 sight of him.

Stupidly, you forgot you were holding an ice pack on your hand and now were going to have to lie your best friend, something you never did.

"Josie, what happened? Are you alright?" he asked in alarm.

"Dave, calm down. I am fine. It's just a little skating mishap."

"Josie, you don't have skating mishaps. You're an expert. The only time you ever hurt yourself is off of the ice."

Damn it, he knew you too well and you were going to have to do better to convince him so he would just drop it as you certainly were not going to tell him you almost broke it on another man's face.

"Well I do when my mind is not in the right place. I was there last week and just wasn't paying attention and fell on a land. Satisfied now?"

Of course he wasn't. "Josie, it could be broken. You need to get it looked at because knowing you, you didn't."

"No, I didn't because I told you, I am fine. It doesn't hurt much anymore."

"I'll be the judge of that as I'm the doctor here. Now let me see."

You humored him until he was finally happy.

"Can we go now?"

You were frustrated and began to cry. Dave was one person you were comfortable with crying in front of.

"Hey...sweetheart. Come here."

He held you so lovingly as he kissed the top of your head.

"Jo...Dave...it's time to go." Margaret called up the stairs.

You and your mom rode with Dave to the church. Margaret March adored David as much as you did...well, you were certain you did much more. He always had your back on everything but you knew there would be the first exception if he knew about Lee. You had been in relationships while you knew Dave, so it wasn't like you were afraid of him knowing that...it was just the fact that the others didn't work with Dave like Lee does. You just didn't want to cause Lee any more problems, even if you never saw him again...

The first thing you did was walk up to his closed casket and look at the photos you picked out of him. Your mom was too upset to look through them all, so she had asked you to do it....as if it were any easier for you. Two of them you focused on. Jason and Britt, a picture you took of them at a happy time. He loved her too but pushed her away to keep her out of danger. Exactly what Lee was now doing with you as he felt he was the danger. The other photo was an old and rare photo of you and him as he hated having his picture taken. There was another of Jason and your mom in her younger days with blonde hair. It cracked you up that she always got on you for dying your red hair blonde when she in fact had done it.

Then you through all the flowers to see who had been nice enough to send some. Most of them were red roses and carnations, but one stuck out to you. Yellow carnations, daisies, roses and deep purple lilacs.

The card read "To Jo and the March family. My deepest sympathy condolences. Dr. Lee Pace."

Your heart sank as your throat began to close. All you could think of was how had revealed he was the doctor who treated Jason when he was brought in the night of the explosion and how he had obviously blamed himself for not being able to save your brother. If only he knew that you did not blame him, not even a little bit. Then you wondered if that was the reason he sent them, out of guilt or if it was because he was trying to make things up to you for what he did....possibly both you figured. The fact that he even bothered meant a lot to you...but it didn't fix things.

You then went back and sat between your mom and Dave, talking with him until the service began. Megan sat on the other side of your mother. It really bugged the hell out of you that she was there but she had no choice. Your mom made her.

"Did you see Britt before you came? How is she holding up? I feel so bad for her that she couldn't get out of working to come say goodbye to Jason."

"Yeah, I stopped at the hospital on my way to your place. You know my sister, tough as nails."

That Britt Westbourne certainly was, especially being there the night Jason was brought in, yet she still sat with you in the waiting room before your panic attack, to make sure you were alright. You never understood how these two doctors could do it. You had seen what these things had done to them. You had seen what it had done to Lee.

"Have you spoke to the detective yet?"

"No... and I don't want to speak about it with you either Dave. Not here ok?"

"I know Josie, but you're going to have to. He's been persistent. I'll go with you if you want."

"No...I will do it alright?" you huffed. You didn't want him involved in any way.

The funeral had ended and you all went to bury him and then back to the house for the after gathering. You quickly ran upstairs and changed out of the uncomfortable dress into casual clothing and unraveled your hair from the braid, letting it hang loosely, then went back to join everyone.

Nurse Amy, Britt and Emily had finally showed up and you sat with them, catching up on things.

"So! All for mom's Irish cocktails, say I."

Translation. Jameson whiskey and ginger ale. You planned on having many of them to drown out this day.

Dave was in the kitchen making them. He was one hell of a bartender and you planned on having him make his midnight margaritas later as well.

Suddenly Dave came in empty handed.

"Uh Josie, Britt, Amy...why is Dr. Pace standing in the front yard?"

Your head whipped around to him so fast, you felt it crack.

Lee stood there, staring at the house, contemplating on going up to the door, unaware he had already been seen from the kitchen window.

You rushed outside to find him in quite a disarray. It was pretty cold out and he was only wearing a dirtied tee with an opened button down shirt over top.

"Lee? What are you doing here??"

"Didn't you get my texts? I sent you many of them. I..I need to talk to you."

He was a mess. He didn't appear drunk or high, but just rough around the edges and anxious.

"Jesus, Lee. Respectfully, you look terrible...and no, I didn't see your texts. I haven't been on my phone much at all today. What is going on?"

"Can you come back to the house with me?"

His eyes were tear stained and red, driving a knife right through your heart.

"Lee...I can't leave. Today was Jason's funeral, everyone is here. I think you knew that though, since I received your flowers. Thank you for that by the way. They are beautiful. I..I brought them home with me. We...we can talk right here, but only for a few minutes, I need to get back inside and you need to go. It's cold and you shouldn't be here. What do you want to tell me?"

You were trying to be as nice as possible to him since he already appeared in a bad way, but you still felt bitterness over what happened.

"Jo....I...I'm sorry."

The look on his face was so sincere but you weren't ready to accept his apology, even though you deeply wanted to.

"Are...did I...hurt you? Jo...I...I would never..." He paused as he saw you holding your wrist to hide the bruising.

"Lee...I..I don't want to do this right now. I asked you, no I told you to leave me alone. I can't take this Lee."

"All I wanted was to talk to you. To tell you how horrible I feel. It's been 6 days Jo. I haven't asked you for anything except for this."

He was becoming upset and so were you.

"I made my boundaries clear and you aren't respecting them. My god Lee, I just buried my brother and you want to come here today of all days just to ease your own guilt."

His reaction told you he agreed with you.

Just then Dave came out and came to your side.

"Dr. Pace." he greeted Lee in a respectful but leery tone and put his arm around you. "Is everything alright here?"

"Dr. Conrad. I..I didn't know you knew Jo. Are...you two...together?" Lee asked in a hurt tone as his eyes studied Dave's grip on you.

You began to laugh as his unjustified curiosity infuriated you.

"Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know....yes...yes we are."

Dave's eyes widened, leaving him speechless as you put your arm around him too.

Lee's physical response was a mixture of shock and that of having his heart plucked clean from his chest.

Were you trying to hurt him like he had you? Had he not suffered enough? These thoughts instantly plagued your mind but your walls of steel were in full force.

"I'm gonna need you to back off and leave, now."

Lee gazed at you with saturated eyes and his lips slightly parted in disbelief, then walked away in a dazed trance without a word.

You immediately felt sick and ran off behind the house crying. What did you just do? It had just came out of you, the cruel and stone cold side like Jason was capable of. You didn't want this...not at all. Part of you wanted to race after him, throw your arms around him and tell him you didn't really want him to go.

You were losing air as Dave came running up.

"Hey...Josie...are you ok? What was that all about? Why was he here?"

"Dave...I...I can't...I just can't..." you gasped and cried.

He didn't even say a word, just laid his hand on your face, then hugged you.

"It's ok...I'm here. You don't have to tell me."

David already knew from what he just witnessed and from your reaction that you had it bad for the obviously reciprocating doting doctor. It broke his heart but all that mattered to him was your happiness, even if it meant it would never be with him.

You went back inside and headed for the kitchen, chugging down a straight shot of whiskey. There on the table, your phone sat as you stared at it, then out of curiosity, you read Lee's previous texts.

"Jo...it's me...Lee. I need to see you. Please text me back."

"Jo...will you please talk to me? Can I stop by for a minute?"

"Ok...I am just going to swing by real quick. I just...I need to talk to you. I know you told me to stay away...but I..I can't."

You stormed off into your room, slamming the door and covered your mouth to hide your breakdown. What was happening to you? Why did it hurt so much?

The doorbell rang and then a few minutes later, there was a knock on your door from Britt.

"Josie...Dr. Bloom is here that you invited."

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