#it’s very Roy Kent of you don’t know shit about what they’re going through of me but I stick with it

[lenacopperleaf]

God I hate national broadcasts so much.

What I want from national broadcasts? The same kind of energy when I was at the wild game. Just a Little avs fan hanging out with a season ticket holder seated next to me. We shared things about our teams that the other person didn’t know and were nice and complimentary to the other team. That’s what I want. None of this “this team was spanked last night” or “I don’t know if I’d have confidence in Georgie about the west” nonsense that tnt’s been spouting.

This is what local broadcasters thrown together could bring us-a better national broadcast world

[bullet-prooflove]

Pictures of You - Roy Kent x Reader

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Roy’s in the locker room when Trent approaches him. He’s listening to a conversation between Issac and Colin with his arms crossed over his chest, when he catches the expression on the other man’s face.  He knows that somethings wrong, he can feel it in the pit of his stomach. When Trent tilts his head towards the empty manager’s office, Roy follows without hesitation.

At first, he thinks it’s something to do with one of the lads, a story that’s about to break, a leak about Colin’s private life. A surge of protectiveness rushes through him, if that’s the case, he’s going to hunt down the piece of shit that told the press and strangle them with his bare hands.

It’s only when Trent shows him the image on his phone that Roy understands the magnitude of the situation. His mouth goes dry, he rubs his palm across his stubble as he surveys the headline.

Kent’s Kinky Caster.

The picture that accompanies it is one that he’s never seen before. Your hair is longer, it falls across your shoulders as you bite your lower lip. Your thumb is drawing down the strap of the midnight-blue corset that you’re wearing. It accentuates your curves, pushing up your breasts.

You look fucking fantastic but it’s not you, he knows that you prefer lace and silk. Materials that cling or drape, that don’t dig in or contort your shape. He prefers you comfortable when you’re with him, not trussed up in something that’s going to leave marks across your skin.

“They must have hacked your phone.” Trent summarises as he takes back the device and slips it into his pocket.

“Not mine.” Roy says gruffly as he drops into Beard’s vacant seat. “I’ve never seen that picture before, the shit she sends me…” Roy trails off before he meets Trent’s gaze. “It’s classy, nothing like that.”

Trent bows his head in understanding. The picture that’s been delivered to the papers is one of a woman who’s trying so hard to be something else, for someone else. You’ve come a long way since then. He should know, he’s been your friend and confident for a few of years by now. The two of you had worked together for The Independent once upon a time. You’d been an investigative reporter before moving onto the podcasting world, and a damn good one at that.

The two of you still caught up every couple of weeks for drinks. He was one of the first people to know about your blossoming relationship with Roy Kent. You had no idea who he was initially, and Trent had found that endearing.

He suspects that the photograph has come from your ex-Martin. Trent knows that he will claim that his phone had been hacked but realistically no one hacks the phone of a Booker Prize Winner. Nobody cares who they’re sleeping with.

Trent recalls he’d made a nuisance of himself in the aftermath of the breakup. Turning up at your house all hours of the day and night until you’d sought a restraining order. After that he would bad mouth you to anyone that would listen, which is why Roy had headbutted him last month at a Save the Polar Bears event. Trent had gifted him an expensive bottle of Scotch  with a card that read “Because you did what I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”

“I’ve put a few messages out to my contacts.” Trent informs Roy, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against Beard’s desk. “I should hear back from them soon.”

“I did this.” Roy tells the other man as he rubs his hands over his face in exasperation. “It’s because I headbutted him at the fucking Panda thing isn’t it?”

“Polar bears.” Trent corrects before sighing. “I think you give yourself too much credit. Martin’s had a bee in his bonnet because SHE left him.”

“Yea.” Roy snarls, his dark eyes practically glowing with rage. “Because she walked in on him fucking a Page Three model in her bed, if it was me, I would have painted the room with his innards.”

It’s a vivid image, Trent has to give him that.

“He doesn’t like that she’s happier than him, more successful. The fact she’s with someone who actually cares about her, who gives her what he couldn’t.” Trent says taking off his glasses and gesturing with them as he speaks. “Being the type of man that he is, it probably sent him off the deep end.”

“That doesn’t excuse this type of shit.” Roy snaps, sagging back into the chair in frustration. He’s helpless right now, utterly fucking helpless and he hates it. The story is already out there. Every fucking pervert on the internet is probably wanking off to that picture of you and you have no fucking idea because you’re on a flight home from Ireland. He knows this is going to devastate you and he can’t stand the thought of it.

He looks up at Trent, his expression one of anguish.

“This is going to kill her.”

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Fly Me to the Moon

A perfect first date with Roy Kent, despite not feeling well.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.5k words

Warnings: mentions of allergies, nothing but fluffy fluff

Of course your allergies were acting up. That made sense. It was only your first official date with Roy Kent, after you’d spent two weeks trying to sync up your schedules, so of course your allergies chose today to go into overdrive. There was no way you could put things off again; you were worried he’d think you weren’t interested, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

You’d been mad about him since you first met at Keeley’s party, where she gleefully introduced the two of you. At the end of the night, you’d exchanged phone numbers, with Roy cheekily asking if you’d be alright if he didn’t wait three days to call you. He called just as you were walking into your flat after the party, asking if you’d like to go out sometime. While the two of you tried to figure out when you were both available, you texted every day, and he even popped by your work a couple of times to say hello and bring you lunch, much to the excitement of your coworkers.

And now you laid on your bed, head aching and nose stuffed up, wondering how you were going to get through this afternoon. You didn’t want to take medication, that made you drowsy. So, you’d just have to suck it up.

You quickly got up and finished putting on your makeup, hoping to conceal some of the puffiness in your eyes. After that was hair and putting on the dress you’d had hanging up for several days now. As you chugged a giant glass of water, hoping it would somehow make your allergies disappear, your phone buzzed, letting you know that Roy was out front.

The lift was, as always, far too slow as it descended to the ground floor. As soon as the lift opened, you walked as quickly as you could out the front doors, eyes scanning the street for that giant black car you remembered from the party. It was a bit of a shock when you saw Roy standing on the sidewalk, his black ensemble contrasting with the bright bouquet of flowers he held.

“My niece told me to bring flowers. She said ladies love getting flowers on dates.” He handed them to you and planted a light kiss on your cheek, a tingly feeling lingering long after his lips left your skin. “If you don’t like them, you can blame her. She’s eight. What does she know about fucking dating?”

Keeley had warned you about this; Roy rambled when he was nervous. You instantly found it endearing.

“They’re lovely,” you assured him. “Your niece is very wise.”

Roy slipped his hand effortlessly into yours, giving it a squeeze as he led the way to his car. “She is.”

Your eyes flickered down to your hands, then up to his face. “Tell me about her.”

For most of the drive, Roy talked about his niece, Phoebe. Your heart melted at the way his face completely lit up when he spoke about all the time they spent together, clearly the best of friends. You had the feeling he didn’t always get to talk like this.

“You like space, right?” Roy’s question popped up out of nowhere.

“Space?” you repeated, not quite sure what he meant.

He nodded. “You, erm, mentioned in it one of your texts. That you wanted to be an astronomer or some shit when you were a kid?”

You were amazed that he remembered “Oh, yeah.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Then I found out that you have to be good at maths for that, so I changed my mind. So now I’m more of a casual fan of space.”

Roy smirked. “Good, I got it right. I sort of picked the location for our date as soon as you told me about that.”

A pleased blush covered your face; you were pretty sure you’d talked about that maybe two days into texting one another. He’d been planning this for two weeks. He’d been thinking of you for two weeks.

The mystery location turned out to be the local observatory, a place you were a smidge embarrassed to admit you hadn’t been before.

“Well, I’m glad to introduce you to it,” Roy quipped as he took your hand again, leading you to the entrance. “Been here a few times with Pheebs, she loves it.” He passed the ticket booth and went straight to the entrance, where an employee scanned the tickets on his phone. “Bought these as soon as we set the date,” he informed you with a shrug. But you could see the excitement that shone in his eyes as you entered the building.

He kept your hand in his as he led you from exhibit to exhibit, pointing out his favorite things and listening intently to the comments you made and the facts that you shared, your old love of astronomy coming back to you as you prayed he ignored your sniffling. Some people gawked and waved at him; he gave curt nods of acknowledgement, but otherwise kept his attention on you, making you feel like the most important person in the world.

When he checked his phone, your heart stopped for the briefest moment, worried that maybe he wasn’t having as much fun as you were. Instead, he smiled at you, the way he’d been doing all afternoon.

“Did you want to see the planetarium show? They change it out every couple of months, I haven’t seen this one yet. It’s starting in a few minutes.”

You gave him a teasing nudge with your shoulder. “You sure Phoebe won’t mind if you saw it without her?”

Roy shrugged and pulled you towards the planetarium doors. “She’ll fucking get over it.”

If you were being very honest, you didn’t watch much of the show. You knew you saw stars and galaxies and planets, but the only thing you could really focus on was Roy and the way the lights danced across his bearded face. Your heart fluttered when he glanced at you in turn, quirking his eyebrow playfully each time your eyes met. About halfway through the show, he brought your still intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a featherlight kiss to your knuckles, making butterflies appear in your knotted stomach.

“Where to next?” you asked as the two of you left the planetarium, squeezing his hand.

Roy’s smile turned coy. “Phases of the moon,” he announced, gesturing towards the small room off to the side.

The two of you walked inside, and you were a bit relieved to find that it was empty, allowing you to be alone with Roy for the first time all day. Despite the fact that he mostly ignored the way people stared at him, you wanted a moment where he was just yours.

On the walls were images depicting each phase of the moon: new Moon, waxing crescent, first quarter, waxing gibbous, full Moon, waning gibbous, third quarter and waning crescent. Projected on the ceiling above the two of you was a moon changing phases, showing how it progressed during its cycle.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized how dark the room was, and how close Roy stood to you. His eyes were on the ceiling, watching the changing phases. He perked up as it neared the end of the cycle.

“Full moon,” he murmured.

Before you could respond, Roy leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours, letting his free hand gently cup your face. As your lips moved slowly in response to his, you remembered a late-night text you had sent him about a week ago:

A kiss under a full moon is probably the most romantic thing I could imagine.

Sure enough, he shot you a wide smile once you’d parted. “There. First kiss under a full moon.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Roy Kent, you hopeless romantic.”

“Promise you won’t fucking tell anyone,” he teased. As if to bribe you, he ducked his head and kissed you again, a slower, deeper kiss now.

You’d keep all of this man’s secrets if it meant feeling his lips against yours over and over again.

Fiercely blushing, the two of you stepped back out of the exhibit, with you wondering if everyone could sense that you had just kissed Roy Kent.

His hand gripped yours tightly as he led you back to the entrance. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Great. I know a place that makes the best kebabs.”

Seemingly as soon as you stepped outside, rain began falling over the two of you, wet and heavy. You tried to keep your footsteps brisk as you crossed the parking lot that seemed much bigger than it had earlier in the afternoon.

Great, you thought. I’m puffy and stuffed up and now I’m wet. Great. Real attractive.

But then you noticed that Roy was gazing down at you, his eyes filled with adoration and tenderness. His smile went all soft when your eyes locked.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

And right there, in the middle of a soaking wet parking lot, with your nose stuffed up and your aching head begging you to take an aspirin, you tugged him close to you, determined to get another kiss.

[primasveraas-writing]

“Kent v The Shitty Knee Itself”- Ted Lasso

A sort-of-sequel to "Kent v Linebacker," but this can still be read on its own. Part 2 of 3 of my fics about Roy Kent's shitty knee.

Part 1 // Accompanying AU

WORDS: 1649

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Roy Kent is old as shit.

His daughter is a fucking toddler. His son is in preschool.

And he has fucking arthritis.

“What the fuck do you mean I’ve got fucking arthritis?” Roy Kent explodes at the doctor, who waits patiently for his outburst to finish. “I’m in my fucking forties! I’ve got two fucking babies at home! What the fuck am I supposed to do when my fucking daughter needs to piss and we’re all sprinting into the bathroom? I can’t fucking potty train on a shit leg.”

His wife rubs his shoulders comfortingly; the news is less surprising to Keeley, who gave a damn when the doctors mentioned arthritis could develop, and who is also extremely endeared by her husband’s priorities, which apparently lie very firmly with teaching their daughter to pee in the toilet.

Roy shouldn’t be shocked either; he’s had a limp for a long time now, and progressively worsening pain. He’s been elevating his leg whenever possible, to the point where Ted pulls chairs up for him or sits down first so Roy doesn’t feel awkward (on good days, Roy scowls at Ted and stays standing, but these occurrences are increasingly few and far between). It’s been a long time coming, and as much as the great Roy Kent hates to admit weakness, his shit knee is getting shittier.

Keeley had forced him to go to the doctor when Roy scooped up both their children, one in each arm, and proceeded to fall on the floor in a heap of small limbs and curses. He again made the case that he was fine, but there’s a limit on how much Tylenol one person can take in a day, and Roy’s exceeded that limit for weeks.

He walks like he’s on a hill, wobbling as he drags his right leg behind him. Keeley remarks on how uneven his gait is, and Lily, his precious fucking baby, demonstrates just how wonky Roy is by limping around too. It makes him laugh, but then his gaze meets Keeley’s, and he realizes there’s not much he can do aside from accept his fate and ask Dr. Patel why his knee is failing him (again, the fucking thing).

Arthritis. Fucking hell.

“The majority of your symptoms can be mitigated by limiting any strain on your leg. This includes walking, lifting, twisting, standing, stairs-”

“-breathing, blinking, fucking doing any shit worthwhile-”

“We can also prescribe medication, but given the amount of pain you reported, I think the best option to look at is a walking assistant.”

“What, like a cane?” Roy snorts. He feels Keeley still behind him, then he looks up at Dr. Patel, who’s gazing back at him, entirely serious.

“A fucking cane.”

“It’ll alleviate the weight on your leg. Ideally, you won’t need it every day, but it’ll make a difference when discomfort gets too high.”

“Fuck no.” Keeley squeezes his shoulder. “Fine. Fucking hell.”

-

It’s an adjustment. Roy walks back to their car, cane-less for the time being, limping, and imagines a cane in his hand. Imagines being able to straighten up, and not going to bed in fucking agony after a long day.

He also imagines showing up to the football club with a cane in his hand and Jaime fucking Tartt the fucking muppet smirking at him with his stupid fucking face, and he wants to turn around and tell Dr. Patel he’ll never use a fucking cane in his fucking life. Then he imagines having a stick to beat Jaime with when he’s being a prick, and Roy grins to himself at the thought.

That’s what he tells Keeley on the way home: he’s on the fence. That there’s a stigma he doesn’t want, that he remembers this the pitiful looks he received after his first injury and after surgery. It’s fucking bullshit, that he’d be looked at differently just because of a fucking rod in his hand, or because his stupid knee is fucked.

“Since when does Roy Kent care about what other people think of him? I mean really,” Keeley tells him, patting his thigh. “Everyone decent won’t bat an eye, and anyone who does is a prat.” She shrugs. “It’s a flawless system, really. Good way to sort people out.”

Roy grunts in agreement and drums his fingers on the door. He sighs, leaning his head back.

“What if I can’t keep up with Lily and Ollie? What the fuck am I supposed to do with little kids?”

“We’ll adapt,” Keeley promises, offering her hand. Roy takes it and presses it to his lips. “They already know they can’t run from you, or bowl into you at full speed-” Roy snorts at this. “-so now we tell ‘em that they gotta be patient.”

“They’re gonna be the most patient kids on the planet,” Roy muses, but his chest feels lighter. His wife is fucking amazing.

“They’re fucking perfect, they are. And besides- they don’t love you cause you can lift them or up throw them around or run around after them.” She squeezes his hand. “They love you ‘cause you’re you, Roy. You’re their dad.”

Roy nods silently. She’s right, as always. His heart is warm, much lighter against his ribs. “Thanks, babe,” he tells her, and Keeley beams at him.

-

They adapt. Roy remains in awe of the resilience of children- Lily and Oliver don’t give a damn that he uses a cane, except they quickly have to delineate that it’s not a toy, so Oliver doesn’t hit anyone with it, and so that Lily doesn’t hit Oliver with it. Because of this, Roy has to be careful not to threaten anyone at Richmond with his cane while his children are around. One day, his kids will learn to do as their dad says, not as he does, but for now, his babies swear and scowl, and pick up on every bad habit Roy shows them. It’s fucking adorable.

The first month is the hardest. Roy and Keeley decide to grant him some grace- he doesn’t have to do shit like garden or mow the lawn, or anything too strenuous. It’s uneven, in the beginning, and Roy goes to bed every night feeling like a shit husband for everything that’s unloaded on Keeley. They fight about it, eventually, and Roy apologizes to Keeley with tears in his eyes. They find a balance, which involves a chair in every room in their house and somebody hired to do the lawn. Their roles have shifted, but it’s a pattern he’s familiar with by now. He’s gone through so many major changes with Keeley: switching careers and marriage and injury and parenthood twice over. And using a cane isn’t any harder than having a newborn and a toddler, so they manage. After all, they’re unstoppable together.

Nobody on the team makes a comment on the cane, except Ted leaves sticky notes on it whenever Roy isn’t paying attention, and Roy wouldn’t mind so much if they weren’t positive fucking affirmations, the corny twat. Then the rest of the team follows suit, and they sign it and put stickers on it and all sorts of supportive shit, and Roy tells only one person this, but he kind of fucking likes it (against his better judgment, of course).

Commentators and the press are not nearly as kind. There’s any number of articles written about him and how old it makes the football world seem. Roy wants to fucking kill all of them, but Keeley reminds him that all the pricks have shown their true colors, and one day he finds a picture of a particularly insensitive reporter that has been utterly defiled and left out in the locker room. Roy tucks this away in a drawer in his office, and he’s almost nicer at practice that day.

Beard and Ted match his slower pace as they walk out to every match, which isn’t subtle even from the offset, but they don’t say anything about it and neither does Roy. He also realizes that he’s never the only one sitting in a group of his friends, even if it’s just him and Ted, or Keeley, or Rebecca, or Nate.

Yoga gets much harder, then he and the yoga moms spend a night researching yoga for people with shit legs, and yoga gets easier again. If they want to do a challenge night, Roy shifts into the role of yoga instructor, which he’s fucking great at, thank you, and so what if he gets to drink more wine because of it.

And his fucking knee feels better. His medication works, but the cane helps the most. Ted and Keeley had told him ever since his initial injury to be kind to himself, to rest when needed, and to not be a stupid stubborn prick about his health. This mindset turns out to have a few merits, and maybe it’s even a good habit he can teach his kids.

It says a lot about him, this cane that accompanies a man in his forties. He needs it because he was a professional footballer who injured himself preventing a goal in one last game. Who needed surgery cause his energetic maniac of a son ran into him. Whose wife told him to use it with pride, because he’s Roy fucking Kent and his family and friends love him so screw everyone else. Whose coach used it as a tool to force positivity onto Roy, whose team and kids decorated it with messages of love and smiley faces and the two worst signatures he’s ever seen (though he credits Oliver and Lily for trying). It’s a symbol of persistence, of the pain he’s endured, of those who rallied behind him.

Roy Kent. Married to Keeley Jones. Father of Oliver and Lily. Coach at Richmond AFC.

And he happens to use a cane.

[do-not-careissa]

Now that Men in Black has reinvaded my mind so have new plot bunnies. So have 2 Jason joins the min ideas/options.

1. Sort of a Mr and Mrs Smith type thing, jaykyle, only sadder and angstier:

Post death and resurrection Jason wasn't picked up by Talia, instead it was MiB. Using their alien tech they're able to heal him and put his mind back together. They know who he is, just like they know who Bruce and the Justice League are (for how much the Kents believed no one noticed their sudden baby acquisition, they were wrong. MiB's known all along, if anything they're the reason the Kents and other alien adopters and adoptees have done so well at staying hidden.) They give Jason the choice to either return to Bruce, go with a normal family (in both cases he'd of course have his memories wiped), or stay and work with them. Now while Jason might not have the Lazarus Pits affecting his emotions and mental stability here, he's still a teen/young adult (say like 18 or 19 by the time he's healed enough to leave) and his last memories of the bats and his bio mother weren't exactly the greatest. Add on top of that the feeling of being forgotten/replaced that would undoubtedly come at seeing the addition of, what, at least three more people to the batfam. He doesn't believe there's a place left for him there, decides to stay, at least he can do some good while he's at it.

Cut to a few years later, Jason's moved up the ranks, he's one of the organization's best agents (could be just that branch, division, or overall) but of course the job doesn't really leave much for certain other needs. So on his rare time off he'll slink off to this nice bar or something and just enjoy himself, feel human, all that good stuff. And that's how he gets involved with a certain Kyle Rayner. The guy seems normal enough, an artist with laughably bad pickup lines but a smile and eyes that make you want to laugh with him rather than at him. They have a night together, and that one night turns into two, then three, and by the fourth Jason's sure he's making a mistake here. Regulation says to keep contact with non-mib individuals to a minimum and don't give them a reason to remember you if you have to interact more than once. He shouldn't be doing this, really, but he's also given up so much over the years, both to mib, to the bats, to the universe, can you really blame him?

Between the two of them rain checks are a regular, either one or both claiming a sudden work trip that couldn't be skipped. It made Jason guilty every time but he couldn't just not go. This was his job after all. And Kyle, well he was just a normal guy who happened to be a bit loose in the head sometimes, it made sense for him to forget to call off meetups and hookups, that's just what normal people their age did right? It takes far too long for him to admit that he's in too deep, that he's fallen for this loveable dumbass. But the same could probably be said for Kyle too.

The moment they meet not as Jason and Kyle but as MiB and Green Lantern you could hear a pin drop. Jason couldn't believe this, not in a million years. Kyle? A fucking Green Lantern? Are you kidding?!

Because you see, while the general population and even the capes might be unaware of MiB, MiB is more than aware of them and they have a very big problem with them, especially the Lanterns. Because they know the GLs and Guardians would argue that earth is their terf and that minehas not right to set up rules and protocol, byt MiB has been on Earth longer, they've existed since Roswell if not earlier, GLs haven't touched Earth til maybe 15-20 years ago. And MiB's work is to protect not just the humans of Earth but the aliens who've made a home here, or even just those ones that are here for a visit. Thanks to the GLs, and by extension the Justice League, not only is MiB and its agents in so much more danger of being exposed or attacked, but so are those aliens.

Suddenly Jason's happy go lucky secret relationship has been soured if not ruined. Kyle, he'd trusted him, even l-, he actually liked him as more than just a fuck buddy, but this? He's devastated, he's angry, and while he's sure Kyle's feeling something like that too, he doesn't get to, not when he's siding with the group putting innocent people in danger, not when he's siding with the bats and Tha Guardians and everything Jason stands against.

He manages to catch Kyle off guard, taking him down and neuralyzing him quick enough that him can't take him down too. It hurts to see that blank look take over Kyle's face once the light fades, but he can't let that affect him. Kyle made his choice, and he needs to make his.

Idea 2: much angstier in the "fuck Bruce and the JL" sort of way

Post rhato 25 and Roy's death, Jason's health is deteriorating quickly. Maybe he lied about how well he was out of guilt so Roy wouldnt feel like he had to stay with Jason instead of going to Sanctuary. Now with no one there to help him, along with the mental and emotional toll, Jason's body is shutting down. This is it, he's accepted it, he fucking hates that this is how he goes, but well, it's kinda poetic that Bruce would ultimately be the reason for his deagb this time wouldn't it? Between the physical injuries he gave Jason and the mental ones he's caused, everything all ties back to Bruce.

So Jason's just there, accepting his fate, but then out of nowhere these suits just show up and they've got an offer for him. They know who he is, what he's gone through, they know how to help him and keep him safe. They can heal him. But the only way they can let him know exactly what they're doing or who they are is if he joins them. They say they've been watching him for a while, we're actually planning on approaching him, but the situation with Batman and now with the League and Jason's health has pushed their time table up. He's obviously skeptical til they really go in on everything, breaking down mib, breaking down what they try to do, and you know what, he's in. Fuck Bruce, fuck the JL, fuck them all.

None of them stepped in to help him, none of them did anything to stop Bruce, no one except Roy, Roy who's now dead because of them. They don't get to tell him what to do anymore, they don't get to control him.

So they bring Jason in for the procedure, and there's a few ways this could go. A) They just use whatever alien tech they have that heals him no issue, maybe need to replace a few bones or joints or something, whatever it is he's healed. B) they need to meld his DNA to a sample from an alien species that heals quickly (personal favorite, could go down the route of this giving Jason superhuman abilities, or even something akin to energy absorption as the reason he's able to heal which would make him a massive threat to everyone especially the gls (imagine him just draining their rings in minutes and then using that power against them)). C) the Lazarus Pits are actually of alien origin, and since Jason's already been dipped in one before and had his brain and body altered/healed by it, it still remains dormant in his system, they just need to activate it.

Whatever they do it works, and soon enough we get Jason as MiB and Bruce and the others all believing Jason to be dead ala MiB​ tricks. Months or even years later there comes a confrontation, the "I thought you were dead!" Shit. Or the GLs/guardians learn about them and try to impose their bs on them, try to scare them into disappearing, and guess who MiB sends to deal with them? Why their star agent of course.

[secondgenerationnerd]

“Are you even looking at this? What do you mean ‘it’s not that bad’?” for Omega squad?

Y’all want some angst, huh? Gonna make this a bit of a follow up to “Baby Mine”

Also!! I am so sorry this took so long! Work has been super crazy the last few weeks!

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It’s not often the team’s parents can be together for dinner, but today, with the exception of Bruce out of town on business, things have worked out pretty perfectly. Jason managed to show up, carrying Dahlia with him, and the Drake-Kents have shown up, baby Grace sleeping in Kon’s arms.

Added with the 8 members of Omega, there’s more than a little chaos going on, people spread out around the room, eating and laughing. The hero had turned to a favorite topic: Missions and scars.

“Are you even looking at this?” Lian asks, showing a twisted scar on her forearm, “What do you mean it’s ‘not that bad?’”

“I am looking at it,” Mar’i laughs, pointing at the archer with her fork, “Just saying, based on powers and all, any scar I get is likely to be worse by comparison. With the near invincibility and all.”

“Is this what you all talk about when you’re here, squeaker?” Roy laughs.

Lian gives her father a not-so-charming smile, “Not always, but I don’t feel like getting hit with a sandal again.”

“Why, Li?” Colin snorts into his soda, “You and Jai pranking alpha isn’t worth getting mad about. Now the tortures Damian puts us through in training—”

“They aren’t tortures, Wilkes, and I’d expect you to know that,” Damian tuts. Dahlia toddles toward him, hands stretched out in front of her. Damian lifts her into his lap, tapping her mouth three times with a sweet pepper from his plate, “Mar’i, what scar are you talking about?”

The princess wipes her mouth, standing, “Warning, lifting my shirt a bit.”

“Take it off, Mar!” Irey laughs. Mar’i makes a face at her friend, lifting the edge of her top enough to show a nasty scar on her stomach, barely bigger than the palm of her hand. Her normally tanned skin is red in the center, growing pinker at the edges.

“Holy shit.” Jai blinks, “When did you get that?”

Mar’i sits back down, “Remember when we got ambushed by my aunt?”

“Cass?” Linda frowns, sure the assassin turned dancer would be the last person to hurt Mar’i.

“No, my mom’s sister. Kormand’r.” Mar’i’s slight accent thickens at the name, “Translates to Blackfire in English.”

“I remember her,” Milagro leans against Colin. “It was just after your 12th birthday, right? We were investigating a vandalized property.”

“Yep. She ambushed us and you all got locked in that cage. No powers, no weapons.”

“She beat the shit out of you...” Jai says softly. The team gets a similar look. Like they’re all a thousand miles away.

“That she did. I made that big starblast, destroyed the cliff edge.”

Irey shifts uncomfortably in her seat, “We looked for you for hours.”

The team sits in silence for a moment, then shift, like coming out of a trance. The other heroes in the room understand. They’ve been there too.

“Anyway,” Mar’i continues, “My aunt had taken me to this hanger thing. I’m not sure. I woke up and she was staring at me. Like she was planning. Naturally I got up, ready to fight, but the blast left me weak. Next thing I know, she’s on top of me, and there’s a knife...”

“She stabbed you?” Bianca blinks, unable to understand how anyone could do that to a child.

“She did. When I screamed, she just twisted the knife and laughed.” Mar’i nods. Dick reaches over and sets his hand on his daughter’s. A simple gesture they’ve seen him do a lot over the years. Roy, Wally, and Clark suddenly seem very interested in their plates.

“How the hell did you survive that?” Kon asks, taking a bottle from Tim as Grace fusses. The princess frowns, brow furrowing.

“It’s fuzzy. I just remember a burning feeling then Dad holding me in bed, singing to me.”

Jon looks over at his father, frowning at his hunched shoulders and blank stare, “Dad? You okay?”

“Not really.” Clark can’t look up. “The burning sensation Mar’i remembers...That was my heat vision. We- Wally, Roy, Dick, and I- we found her. Half dead and bleeding.”

“She wouldn’t have made it to a hospital.” Wally says, “We had to help hold her while Clark cauterized the wound.”

More silence, this time uncomfortable. The four men still hear Mar’i’s screams, her pleas for them to stop. The others exchanging a few looks, none of them knowing what to say.

But Mar’i does.

“You saved my life.” Everyone looks to her kind, firm voice, reminding too many of them of her mother.

“We—”

Mar’i gives Roy a kind look, “Uncle Wally said it himself. I wouldn’t have made it to a hospital. You all made a field decision.”

Dick leans over, kissing his daughter’s temple, “Still. We’re sorry, Starshine.”

“Don’t be. Kormand’r hurt me. You all saved me.” Mar’i smiles as she gets up, carrying her plate, “Besides, we already have to many emotionally constipated people here already. Let that shit go.”

That gets a laugh from the group, breaking the tension. As Mar’i sets her plate in the sink, she turns to find herself face to face with Clark. The others have changed the subject, now arguing about most accurate hero/action movies.

“Mar’i, I just wanted to say I am sorry.”

“Clark, you really don’t need to.”

“I do. Coming from someone else that’s, well, hard to hurt, I know what it feels like when you do get hurt.” He places a hand on her shoulder, “I just wanted to say I am sorry. I’m sorry you were hurt and I’m sorry that you still have the scar.”

Mar’i smiles at him, “Scars remind me that I survived whatever tried to kill me. I wear mine with pride.”

Clark nods, smiling back at her, “Jon’s lucky to have you in his life. All of us are, really.”

“Yes, you are.”

That makes the older hero laugh as he hugs her. Mar’i has always hugged the superfam harder than other people, reminding them she won’t break. At times like this, Clark’s grateful for it.

“You know you’re Lois’s favorite, right?” He asks as they walk to the table.

“I’m everyone’s favorite.” Mar’i laughs.

Kon hears that and rolls his eyes, “You sound like your parents.”

Kissing her father’s cheek, Mar’i stands behind him, holding herself to her full height, “And I will never apologize for it.”

[batfamily--headcanons]

I really want to understand this universe(the golden era I think) so could you guide me on which comics I should read

I will first admit that I am no expert on comics and I’m not particularly good at keeping track of the different eras. However, I can give you a list of what I think are some of the most classic Batman/Batfam/DC stories and the ones I just adore.

Batman: A Death In the Family-Classic story, everyone pretty much knows of this story but not everyone has read it. This is when Jason Todd (Robin #2) is brutally murdered by the Joker and it is the first introduction to Robin #3, Tim Drake. It gets really weird in the middle, when the Joker becomes an ambassador for Iran, but stick with it because Tim’s introduction is one of the most interesting Robin origin stories.

Batman: Death Of the Family-This is a different story despite the way too similar name. It’s newer and more gruesome than you might expect. This is the story where the Joker taunts the entire Batfamily and kidnaps them all. It has the whole Batfam in it which is what made me want to pick it up and read it in the first place and is definitely a great way to understand the characters as all of their greatest fears are revealed in this story. There are multiple issues spanning across different series from Batman to Red Hood and The Outlaws, so I definitely recommend getting the trade paperback of it because it’s easier than hunting down each issue in order.

Batman: The Long Halloween-This is such a classic story with lots of Batman Rogues running around and causing mayhem. They’re also speculating that this is potentially what the new Robert Pattinson Batman movie is based on, so it might be good to read if you’re excited for that movie (I have mixed feelings, but I’m hopeful). Also as a huge Agents of SHIELD and comic fan in general, I love so much of what Jeph Loeb does.

Tom King’s current Batman run-Pretty good until the wedding issue and then shit goes off the rails fast and it angered a lot of fans, myself included. Nevertheless, it did have some great moments. He also wrote Heroes in Crisis, which I do not recommend at all.

Batman:The Killing Joke-The animated movie did this story so dirty and I will always be mad. It’s one of the many possible Joker origin stories and the most popular by far. It’s not a very long story, but it absolutely regarded as a classic and it is when Barbara gets shot by the Joker so it’s also important for a major change in canon as well. Solid writing, beautiful art. I could go on about this forever. If you do decide to watch the movie, skip the first half, it’s ridiculous filler (with a ridiculous 90′s stereotypical gay character to boot).

Dick Grayson as Agent 37-This was a pretty fun storyline all things considered. It’s great if you want to fully understand Dick’s character without getting confused about the baggage that is having all of the Batfam characters around. For some people, they get the Robins easily confused (part of that is DC’s fault for literally drawing the same character but just taller or shorter) so it shines the spotlight on Dick.

Red Hood and The Outlaws (The one with Roy and Kori)-I so badly want to recommend this because I love these characters together, but Lobdell’s writing is not always spot-on and his depiction of Kori is comic book misogyny at its finest at times. Maybe read the first few issues just to get a better feel for post-Lazarus pit Jason, but it’s not the best series.

Red Hood:The Lost Years:I am a slut for Jason Todd angst, I won’t lie and so this is one of my personal favourites and it helps to establish resurrected Jason’s character to new readers. You really see how he struggled after his death and Talia al Ghul is there too which is even better. Jason is one of the most interesting and complex characters in all of DC comics and they almost never do anything exciting with his character so this series is a breath of fresh air. 

Batman:Under the Red Hood-This is about Jason’s return to Gotham after being resurrected and it’s great. The conflict between him and Bruce once he learns that it’s Jason under the hood is so well-written and you find yourself agreeing with both of them to an extent. Another great Jason Todd story. There’s also an animated movie based on this as well and it’s pretty good all things considered (I have Jay’s speech to Bruce at the end memorized so that should tell how much I enjoy it).

A lot of the new 52 stuff is not great. Tim’s new 52 Titans team were just kind of meh and like I said, Red Hood and the Outlaws had potential but was brought down by not so great writing. I wish I could remember some good Tim or Damian stories right now, but I’m blanking. Super Sons is newer, but I liked it quite a bit. It’s about Damian, Bruce’s blood son, and Jon Kent, Superman and Lois’ son fighting crime and going on adventures together. It’s a nice bit of fluff in the darkness that comics has become these days.

Harley Quinn (The Jimmy Palmiotti/Amanda Conner series)-This one is probably one of my favourite new 52 releases. I love where they’ve taken Harley’s character, she’s more than just the Joker’s girlfriend and this series shows it. It’s not too serious and most of the time, it can be downright weird, but it’s so fun you can’t help but love it. I own every single issue from the Conner/Palmiotti run. I haven’t read it since they left, so if anyone has, let me know if it’s any good because from what I did see of it, I wasn’t super impressed.

I do have some non-DC recs too so I’ll put them here as well because why not

House of X/Powers of X-The best X-Men story in recent memory and I love the X-Men so much so this makes me so happy. They’ve done some very interesting things with the characters and I love the acknowledgement that Franklin Richards is technically a mutant and the catty way that Cyclops does it is great.

House of M-One of the best X-Men stories and probably what WandaVision will be taking a lot of inspiration from. If you like alternate universes and reality bending, this is for you.

Matt Fraction’s run on the Hawkeye solo series-This is what made me fall in love with Clint and Kate as characters. It shows that the Hawkeyes are not useless Avengers and it has a bit of humour to it, which I love. The Kate Bishop follow-up to this is pretty good too, but I haven’t finished it yet so I can’t vouch for the whole series.

Deadpool Killustrated Series-This is just Wade murdering his way through the Marvel Universe and then through the classic literary characters that those characters were based on. It’s dark, funny, strange story that’s a whole lot of fun without having to worry about keeping up with 80 years of canon. 

I hope this helped in some small way. I am always up for talking comic recommendations since none of my real life friends care about comics. If anyone has any recommendations for me, I am all ears. I read stuff from all over so brand is no issue. I don’t really feed into that Marvel vs DC stuff anymore. Both companies have their strengths and weaknesses and that’s okay. It’s really late here and I’m procrastinating writing a paper so do forgive any spelling errors or completely incoherent sentences :) Stay safe everyone!

[thehelleniclunarwitch]

Teenage Promises (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has till then. 

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader 

Minor pairings: Roy Harper x Reader   Pietro Maximoff x Reader   Connor Kent x Reader    Dick Grayson x Reader

Minor Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Pietro Maximoff, Connor Kent, Dick Grayson

Fandom: Venom, Marvel, DC

Warning: Language

*Sixteen Years Old*

The pair lay in the back of his truck under the night sky. Y/n pointed at the sky above them.

“There! I found the Little Dipper first,” She grinned.

Eddie glanced over at her with a small smile.

“Hey, let’s make a promise,” Eddie said.

Y/n dropped her arm down next to her as she looked over at her best friend.

“What kind of promise?” Y/n asked.

Eddie took her hand in his. The two of them weren’t shy about displaying their love for one another. They had been best friends since they were three years old. Y/n tightened her grip on his hand as Eddie sucked in a breath before talking.

“Let’s promise each other that if neither of us are married by thirty-five then we marry each other,” Eddie said.

“Do you have that little faith in us?” Y/n asked with a chuckle.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Are you that repulsed at the thought of marrying me?”

This time it was Y/n who let out a soft chuckle.

“No, it’s not repulsing,” Y/n said.

Eddie sat up on his elbows. “So is it a deal?”

Y/n bit at the bottom of her lip.

“Deal,” Y/n said as she shook her friend’s hand.

*Eighteen Years Old*

“Wait, really?” Roy asked.

“Yeah, her dads don’t want to exactly tell her no because she is their only kid, but they are pretty strict about no dating,” Eddie said.

Jason chuckled behind him. Eddie glanced back at his best friend and gave him a sour look. Jason rolled his eyes but took the hint to fall quiet. Roy was also his best friend and should at least warn his friend that Eddie was head over heels in love with the girl, but all of this was far too entertaining to say something.

“Steve and Bucky are legends. They’re terrifying. I don’t need them coming after me because I asked their daughter out on a date,” Roy said.

“That’s why I’m just giving you the fair warning,” Eddie said.

“Thanks, man, I guess I should call Y/n and break it off,” Roy said.

“Yeah you do that,” Eddie agreed.

Hunching his shoulders forward, Roy quickly left the locker room with his lacrosse bag and pulled out his phone.

“Dude, your desperation is showing,” Jason commented.

Eddie wheeled around to glare at his friend.

“One word to her and I’ll tell Y/f/n that it was you who spilled the coffee on her brand new laptop and not some random stranger at the coffee shop,” Eddie threatened.

“Dude, low blow,” Jason said.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t mess with me,”

Jason sighed and shook his head. The familiar ring tone that belonged to Y/n began to echo through the locker room. Eddie pulled out his phone and a small smile tugged at his lips at the sight of Y/n’s name flashing across the screen.

“Gotta go, my girl is heartbroken,” Eddie smirked.

“You sick bastard,” Jason scoffed.

Eddie only grinned as he answered the call bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey you,” Eddie answered.

Eddie grabbed his bag as he turned on his heel to leave.

“Roy broke off the date?” Eddie asked.

Jason shook his head once again as he picked up his own bag and began following his friend out of the locker room.

“Of course I can pick up ice cream and come over,” Eddie said.

Jason nudged Eddie on the shoulder to let his friend know that he was heading towards his own vehicle. His own girlfriend, Y/f/n was leaning against his bike waiting for him.

“What took you guys so long?” Y/f/n asked as Jason dipped down to kiss her hello.

“Roy broke the date off with Y/n,” Jason said.

“Shit, I should call her,” Y/f/n said.

“Don’t worry about it, she called and Eddie and he’s already on his way,” Jason said.

Y/f/n looked up at her boyfriend. “You’re pretty calm for having one of your best friends break another one of your best friends heart,”

Jason only smirked. “Maybe I already have it handled,”

“Oh really?” Y/f/n asked.

“Yeah, really, now can we go? I’m starving,” Jason complained.

“Right, cause you’re going to waste away,” Y/f/n teased.

Jason pushed the helmet down on her head before climbing on his own bike. Glancing across the parking lot he watched as Eddie hang up the phone and climb into his truck.

Eddie waved towards Jason before pulling out of his spot and whipping out of the parking lot.

Eddie knew that Jason would rag on him more later on, but right now his best friend needed him. Deep down, Eddie knew this was wrong that he shouldn’t sabotage her chance at happiness, but Eddie truly believed that he was the key to her true happiness.

Eddie stopped at the corner market down the road from Y/n’s house to pick up her favorite ice cream and a box of tissues. He quickly paid for the items and then continued his way down to the Rogers-Barnes household.

Bucky was the one to answer the door.

“Are you going to get her to stop crying? Nothing we do is working,” Bucky asked.

Eddie held up the bag of ice cream and tissues. “I’m on it,”

“Thank god, she’s upstairs,” Steve said rounding the corner.

Eddie kicked off his shoes and then took the stairs two at a time. He found Y/n curled up in her bed. Eddie jumped onto the bed next to her. Popped open the ice cream and then let his friend rant and rave to him about stupid Roy Harper.

*Twenty One Years Old*

“Thanks for meeting me. You’re her best friend if anyone can give me insight for this date it’s going to be you,” Pietro said.

Eddie gave the blonde a soft smile. “No problem at all,”

“So tell me about Y/n,” Pietro said.

“Well, she’s an independent woman. She hates the whole chivalry thing. Don’t open doors for her. Let her pay the bill, act like you’re not into her. That whole chasing thing is lame to her.” Eddie explained.

“Growing up with two dads must have taught her that,” Pietro said.

Eddie had to press his lips closed tight to keep from bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, Y/n’s never been the damsel in distress and she isn’t going to start now,” Eddie said.

“Okay, okay, I think I’ve got this,” Pietro said.

“Oh, but she does hate making decisions. So make sure you order dinner for her,” Eddie said.

“What kind of things does she like to eat?” Pietro asked.

“She’s a meat and potato kind of girl,” Eddie said.

“Great, thanks Eddie, this was really helpful,” Pietro said.

“No problem, good luck tonight,” Eddie said.

Pietro shook Eddie’s hand and then excused himself.

“You know it was shitty when you did it to me and it’s still shitty that you’re still doing it,” Roy said coming around the corner.

Eddie looked up at his friend. “I know, but,”

“You love her. I just don’t understand why you don’t tell her,” Roy said flopping down next to her.

“This way is much more fun,” Eddie grinned.

Roy shook his head. “You’re going to get caught. How do you think she’ll take that?”

“I’ve been careful. She’s not going to find out,” Eddie said.

“Dude, your big mouth is the reason I found out anyway,” Roy pointed out.

“No, years had gone by and I figured you had the right to know,” Eddie corrected his friend.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, but if the day comes Y/n finds out I’m going to happily sit back and watch her kick your ass from here to China and back,”

Eddie scoffed. “You’ll be eating those words when she’s walking down the aisle at our wedding,”

“Whatever you say, dude,” Roy said getting up.

“You have little faith in me friend,” Eddie said.

“No, you’re too cocky for your own good,” Roy said before walking away and leaving Eddie alone with his own thoughts.

“Mark my words!” Eddie shouted out after him.

Later that evening, Jason, Y/f/n, Roy, and Eddie all sat in Y/f/n and Y/n’s apartment watching a movie with their takeout still on the coffee table in front of them.

The door to the apartment flung open, Y/n stormed in and then slammed the door behind her. Y/f/n was quick to her feet.

“Was it that bad?” Y/f/n asked.

“He was twenty minutes late, the door slammed in my face, ordered me a bloody steak, didn’t let me say one word all night and then made me pick up the almost hundred dollar bill,” Y/n snarled as she kicked out of the heels Y/f/n had picked out for her.

“Jesus, that doesn’t sound like the Pietro I know,” Y/f/n said as she walked over to her friend.

Roy and Jason both looked over at Eddie who was trying very hard not to smile.

“This is honestly such bullshit and so confusing. I never thought he would be like that,” Y/n said.

Y/f/n wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder.

“I’m going to pour you a giant glass of wine and then we can have a bitch fest over chocolate in my room,” Y/f/n said.

“Hey! We’re watching a movie,” Jason exclaimed.

“And my best friend needs me,” Y/f/n said with a growl.

Once the girls were gone Jason looked over at his friend.

“Thanks for the cockblock. I hope you’re happy,” Jason said.

“Oh, I’m stoked,” Eddie grinned.

*Twenty Five Years Old*

Connor Kent looked over at Y/n.

“Wait, you really think that your dad could beat my dad in a fight?” Connor asked her.

“There’s no competition,” Y/n blatantly replied.

“My dad is Superman,” Connor said matter of factly.

“And my dad is Captain America. He’d wipe the floor with your dad,” Y/n said.

“Okay, so we can’t be civil about this?” Connor asked.

“Absolutely not,” Y/n said sitting back with a huff.

Connor sighed. The two fell silent. He pulled out his phone and kept it hidden under the table.

To: Eddie Brock

I thought you said she’s a big fan of my dad?

From: Eddie Brock

She’s a huge fan.

To: Eddie Brock

She just told me her dad would wipe the floor with my dad

From: Eddie Brock

You're his son. Did you really think she’d admit that to you?

To: Eddie Brock

I guess I didn’t think of it that way.

From: Eddie Brock

You can save the date

To: Eddie Brock

How?

From: Eddie Brock

Tell her how much you admired the Avengers for taking down Thanos

To: Eddie Brock

Thanks

Connor slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“You know I’ve been meaning to tell you what a great job the Avengers did taking down Thanos a few years back,” Connor said.

Y/n paled.

“What? What did I say?” Connor asked.

Y/n stood and tossed down her napkin onto her plate. “You do realize that I lost my godfather, my aunt, and one of my best friends, right?” Y/n said.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry,” Connor began stumbling over his words.

“Have the great rest of your night,” Y/n hissed.

“Y/n!” Connor exclaimed.

“Tell your dad I said hi,” Y/n growled before storming out of the restaurant leaving a baffled Connor Kent behind.

Y/n called Eddie and told him to man the ice cream she was going to need a lot of it.

*Thirty Years Old*

“I’m going to kill your brother!” Eddie roared.

Jason didn’t even bother to look up from his book.

“Which one?” Jason asked. “I have a pack of them,”

Eddie swatted the book out of Jason’s hands.

“Dick Fucking Grayson just took my girl out for dinner,” Eddie spat.

Jason threw back his head and laughed.

“Ooh a little too close to home now, huh?” Jason asked.

“Yeah for you, when you’ll have to attend his funeral,” Eddie snarled.

Jason shook his head.

“Call of your hound, Jay, before you have one less brother to annoy,” Eddie threatened.

Jason sighed. “If I do will you man up and tell her already?”

“Do it before I get arrested for murder!” Eddie ordered before storming away.

Jason rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

To: Dickhead

Yo

From: Dickhead

What? I’m on a date.

To: Dickhead

You do know that Eddie is in love with Y/n, right?

From: Dickhead

What?

To: Dickhead

Yeah and if you don’t ditch that date he’s going to murder you.

From: Dickhead

Fuck we just ordered.

To: Dickhead

It’s your life. I gave you the warning.

“Hey, everything okay?” Y/n asked.

Dick’s head snapped up from his phone.

“Uh, yeah,” Dick hesitated.

“You sure?” Y/n asked.

“Actually, I think I made a mistake,” Dick said.

Y/n cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked.

“I thought I was over Kori, but the more I sit here with you it’s obvious that I’m not,” Dick said.

“Um, wow,” Y/n said in shock.

“Sorry, Y/n, but I can’t do this,” Dick said before leaving her alone at the table.

Jason looked up from his book once again.

“That son of a bitch!” Y/n shouted.

Jason winced. Y/n set her eyes on Jason.

“Your brother is a real piece of work!” Y/n growled.

“Now, Y/n,” Jason began.

“Don’t you now Y/n me,” Y/n snarled.

“Hey what’s with all of that shouting,” Y/f/n asked.

“Take your pregnant self back in that room. I don’t want the stress of you witnessing your husband's murder to harm your baby,” Y/n growled.

“And why are you going to kill my husband?” Y/f/n asked.

“Because his good for nothing brother just left me alone in a restaurant because he’s supposedly not over Kor,” Y/n said.

“You kill my worthless husband and I’ll go kill Dick,” Y/f/n said.

“Now girls,” Jason said.

Both sets of burning eyes turned on him.

“Right, my brother is in the wrong and I’ll kill him myself,” Y/f/n quickly corrected.

“Smart decision,” Y/f/n said.

Once Jason was gone, Y/n followed Y/f/n into her bedroom. She curled up next to her friend and the two fell into a Netflix binge while Jason took care of his brother.

*Thirty Five Years Old*

“Happy Birthday!” Eddie shouted as he burst into Y/n’s apartment.

Y/n stood there, her arms crossed, and a glare already settled on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Y/n asked him.

“Uh, no,” Eddie said.

“You do know that I figured out your whole plan years ago, right?” Y/n said.

Eddie’s heart dropped but he had to play all of this off.

“What plan? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie said.

“Roy, Pietro, Connor, and Dick. They were all so great leading up to my date,” Y/n began.

“Girl, I have no idea what’s your rambling on about,”

“They did everything exactly wrong. The complete opposite of what I like. The boys never went to Y/f/n for advice on me, Jason wouldn’t help, but you, you would be more than willing to play the best friend part,” Y/n said.

Eddie gulped.

“So, admit it, did you sabotage all of my dates over the past years, even the ones I didn’t even mention?” Y/n asked.

Eddie stayed silent.

“Edward if you know what’s best for you-you'll start spilling,” Y/n growled.

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I did,”

“Why?” Y/n exploded. “All I’ve ever wanted was to get married and have kids. You have purposely ruined all of my chances at being happy,”

“It’s because I’m selfish,” Eddie said.

“Clearly,” Y/n hissed.

“But you don’t understand why,” Eddie said.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

“Do you remember that promise you made me when we were sixteen?” Eddie asked.

Y/n’s facial expressions softened as the memory came back to her.

“Let’s promise each other that if neither of us are married by thirty-five then we marry each other,” Eddie said.

“So what, you sabotaged all of my dates over the years so you could marry me?” Y/n asked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/n? I’ve been in love with you way before we made that deal,” Eddie said.

“Eddie,” Y/n sighed.

Eddie held up a finger as he dug around in his pocket.

“I mean come on Y/n I can’t be the only one to be blamed here. You could have fought tooth and nail for any of those great guys,” Eddie said.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Y/n asked.

“That deep down you love me too,” Eddie said.

“Eddie,” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes.

“And you’re just too afraid to admit it,” Eddie said.

Y/n scoffed, but then fell silent as she watched Eddie get down on one knee.

“If I’m wrong you just have to say so,” Eddie said.

Y/n’s eyes widened.

“But if you’re wrong, which god I hope you are, then will you marry me?” Eddie asked as he opened the small black box.

“Oh my god,” Y/n whispered.

“You’re the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want you to be my wife and I want to give you babies lots and lots of babies,” Eddie said.

“Shut up,” Y/n said.

Eddie closed his mouth.

“God I hate when you’re right,” Y/n said.

Eddie broke out into a smile.

“So is that a yes?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, you idiot, I’d love to marry you,” Y/n grinned.

Eddie slipped the ring on her finger before picking her up and spinning her around. Sure Eddie could have done this a little easier, but this was way more fun and a lot more satisfying. But hey they were both getting their happy endings and that’s all that mattered.

[thoughtlesstales]

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- MARVEL: AGENTS OF SHIELD

I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT - SERIES | TEEN | WIP - HIATUS | PHIL COULSON X DAISY JOHNSON | PREGNANCY - WORRY - OLDER/ YOUNGER RELATIONSHIP - Daisy finds out some interesting news.

- ARROW

A LITTLE WHITE LIE | GENERAL | 1376 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | FLIRTING  - Bruce Wayne takes an interest in one, Felicity Smoak 

ALL BETS ARE ON | GENERAL | 325 | NO SHIP HUMOUR - BETTING  - Sara, John and Roy place their bets  

ALL SHE WANTED WAS A DOG | TEEN | 712 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | PREGNANCY - LABOUR - ANGER - A very angry in labour Felicity tells Oliver it’s all his fault that she is in so much pain. and that she would of wanted a dog instead.

BLEEDING LOVE | TEEN | 1254 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK  ANGST - BLOOD - ALCOHOL - HURTING  - Thea catches Felicity kissing the Green Arrow

CAUGHT IN THE ACT | GENERAL | 450 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | HUMOUR - KISSING  - Thea catches Felicity kissing the Green Arrow 

COME HOME TO ME - SERIES | MATURE | 14,955 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | ANGST - VIOLENCE - MISSING CHARACTER - Oliver leaves them, or at least that’s what they’re lead to believe.

DREAMS AREN’T THAT FAR FROM REALITY | GENERAL | 1240 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | BABIES - FLUFF - Felicity isn’t too good with babies, so she puts in a phone call for help

DREAMS COMING TRUE | GENERAL | 245 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | PREGNANCY  - Felicity has some news 

FATHER AND DAUGHTER  | GENERAL | 382 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | BABIES - FLUFF - CUTENESS - Felicity falls and awakes to find Oliver with baby

 FATHER LIKE SON | GENERAL | 784 | NO SHIP CHILDREN - CHILD BORN WITHOUT PARENT KNOWING - Oliver leaves once more, gone for five years. When he returns his blood runs within another 

FRAT BOYS & BOOBS | TEEN | 1606 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK TALK OF SEX - FLIRTING - HUMOUR - Anyone with boobs can get a frat boy to do anything

GIVE DADDY A BREAK EH? | GENERAL | 1048 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | BABIES - TALK OF SEX - MARRIED  - Oliver and Felicity go on holiday with their little one   

HE DIDN’T NEED A REASON | GENERAL | 608 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | LANGUAGE - KISSING - FLUFF - It’s a cold and windy day, but that doesn’t stop Oliver and Felicity enjoying what they have.

I CAN’T LOSE YOU  | MATURE | 1326 | FELICITY SMOAK X SARA LANCE BLOOD - VIOLENCE - ANGST - KISSING - It’s a cold and windy day, but that doesn’t stop Oliver and Felicity enjoying what they have.

INSECURITIES | TEEN | 1258 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK NERVOUS - FIRST TIME - KISSING - MILD SEXUAL CONTENT - INSECURE FEELINGS - Oliver and Felicity have yet to sleep together. Felicity is nervous, comparing herself to Oliver’s past conquests 

IT’S A GOOD JOB I LOVE YOU | GENERAL | 1525 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | FLUFF - I LOVE YOU’S - KISSING - Olicity have been dating for a couple of months, Oliver says I love you first, but Felicity doesn’t say it back, now Oliver is insecure about the fact that she didn’t say it.

IT’S JUST DINNER | GENERAL | 698 | NO SHIP JEALOUSY - HUMOUR - Oliver thinks Felicity and Lance are on a date  

IT TECH WITH THE KILLER MOVES | TEEN | 2084 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | ALCOHOL - DIRTY DANCING - FLIRTING - KISSING - An adventurous, drunken and un-Felicity like Felicity there to make Oliver jealous   

NEXT TIME, I’LL TRY AND DODGE THE BULLET  | TEEN | 1079 | FELICITY SMOAK X SARA LANCE | FLUFF - BLOOD - BULLET WOUND - Sara patches Felicity up after getting shot, based around 2x14

 NO MATTER WHAT | MATURE | 203 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK ANGST - MISCARRIAGE - CRYING/UPSET - Despair and heart break wraps around the hearts of the Queen Family. 

PLEASE JUST WAKE UP | MATURE | 786 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | CHARACTER DEATH - VIOLENCE - BLOOD - ANGST - It’s the end 

POUTING PARENTS | GENERAL | 767 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK  FLUFF - BABIES - CUTENESS - Starting them young

SHE COULDN’T BE HIS GIRL FOREVER | GENERAL | 899 | NO SHIP ANGST - DEAR JOHN LETTER  - She writes a letter saying goodbye, for good.   

SHE’S SCARY | GENERAL | 610 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK PREGNANCY - LANGUAGE - THREATS OF VIOLENCE - Felicity isn’t handling the pregnancy well  

SKYLINES & THIEVES | GENERAL | 1120 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | VIOLENCE - KNIVES - LANGUAGE - Oliver, Felicity and Dig head to NYC for a QC meeting/undercover mission   

SUNFLOWERS & DATES | GENERAL | 699 | NO SHIP JEALOUSY  - Oliver thinks Felicity and Lance are on a date 

STAMINA | GENERAL | 607 | NO SHIP HUMOUR - ALCOHOL -  - Thea wonders who is under the Hood

THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING | TEEN | 2024 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | THREATS OF VIOLENCE - REHEARSAL DINNER - Max Fuller tries to make a move on Felicity at her’s and Oliver’s rehearsal dinner      

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT | TEEN | 1271 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | KISSING - ARGUING  - Oliver & Felicity are arguing in front of the team and the only way Oliver can stop her is by kissing her.       

YOUR LOVER, YOUR FRIEND, YOUR CONFIDENT AND YOUR HUSBAND | GENERAL | 1374 | OLIVER QUEEN X FELICITY SMOAK | MARRIAGE - FLUFF - KISSING  - Felicity walks down the isle to the man of her dreams    

- CRIMINAL MINDS

ALPHABET CHALLENGE | EXPLICIT | WIP | AARON HOTCHNER X SPENCER REID | VIOLENCE - LANGUAGE - BDSM - D/s -  - A different chapter every time based on a letter of the alphabet. Warnings/Triggers listed on each chapter

IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN | EXPLICIT | 2624 | AARON HOTCHNER X SPENCER REID | SMUT - Three times they’re nearly caught, one time they were TALK ABOUT STUBBORN | TEEN | 2599 | AARON HOTCHNER X SPENCER REID | MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE - SERIOUS INJURY - Five times Aaron asks Spencer to marry him. One time Aaron says yes.

- CSI

YOU’VE NEVER SHIED AWAY FROM DANGER | TEEN | 1015 | NICK STOKES X READER | GUNS - VIOLENCE - LANGUAGE - Nick’s changed and you don’t know why 

- HAWAII FIVE-0

EVERY BIRTHDAY HAS SURPRISES | TEEN | 2335 | STEVE MCGARRETT X KONO KALAKAUA | KISSING - HUMOUR - Kono thinks everyone has forgotten her birthday and Steve goes above and beyond 

FINALLY HE COMES HOME - SERIES | MATURE | 9387 | STEVE MCGARRETT X KONO KALAKAUA | PREGNANCY - BABIES - VIOLENCE - MISSING CHARACTER - ANGST - TENSE RELATIONSHIP - CHILDREN - Everything was good, and then it wasn’t

HEART BREAK | MATURE | - | STEVE MCGARRETT X READER CHARACTER DEATH - ANGST - You lose the love of your life 

HR NIGHTMARE - COLLECTION | MATURE | WIP | STEVE MCGARRETT X READER | HUMOUR - SEXUAL LANGUAGE - TEASING - They’re all HR’s biggest problem, but mainly just you and Steve. 

ONE NIGHT. JUST ONE NIGHT | EXPLICIT | 3821 | STEVE MCGARRETT X READER | SMUT - ALCOHOL - NO PLOT-ISH - Steve gets picked up by you.  

POSITIVE - SERIES | TEEN | WIP | STEVE MCGARRETT X READER  ANGST - PREGNANCY - WORRY - MORNING SICKNESS - You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby

SAY SOMETHING | GENERAL | 440 | STEVE MCGARRETT X DANNY WILLIAMS | SOME VIOLENCE - GUNS - FLUFF - ENGAGEMENT - Steve’s plans, don’t go exactly to plan

WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU, MAKES YOU STRONGER - SERIES | EXPLICIT | WIP | DANNY WILLIAMS X ORIGINAL CHARACTER | ANGST - VIOLENCE - GUNS - TORTURE - KNIVES - HOSTAGES - THIS IS DODGY SHIT GUYS - Danny meets a woman that will change his life, in more ways than one. 

WE’RE YOUR OHANA, THIS IS WHERE YOU BELONG! | EXPLICIT | 2825  STEVE MCGARRETT X DANNY WILLIAMS | SMUT - SOME ANGST  - Danny wants to leave Five-0, Steve wants to know why 

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS | EXPLICIT | 2825 | STEVE MCGARRETT X READER | MAJOR ANGST - MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH - IT’S SHIT - It’s the hardest day of their lives  

- JURASSIC WORLD

THERE’S A TIME AND A PLACE TO BE TALL | GENERAL | 1884 | OWEN GRADY X CLAIRE DEARING | CUTE - FLUFF - KIDS FIGHTING  - Three times Claire was taller than Owen, one time she wasn’t

- MAN OF STEEL

HELPING HIM FOCUS | EXPLICIT  | 1878 | CLARK KENT X LOIS LANE ANGST - PTSD - SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES - KISSING  - Lois wakes to find Clark lost in through, she brings him back to the world in the dead of night.  

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Happily Ever After - escape series

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, The Kent Bros. Pairing: jondami, timkon Summary: If any of them were asked, it’d be unanimous. None of them a lick of remorse for what they’d done.  A/N: They live on an island or coastline or something. Jason’s basically made it his mission in life, now that his sibs and their lovers are safe, to antagonize Dick and his very existence. This is a few months after the last bit. Cass and Jason do eventually go visit. Tim and Damian still try to convince them to stay forever.

Stuff for the Escape series

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Jason hummed as he looked at all the pieces of his guns on the coffee table. He hadn’t used them in ages, hadn’t been the Red Hood in years, but they needed cleaning.

And man, he loved cleaning his guns.

He picked up the cloth, and was about to pick up one of the pieces, when he heard a bedroom door slam.

And it was rude, but he couldn’t help but smirk.

“You didn’t sleep long enough.” He called lazily. Heard Dick stop at the front door.

“We’ve been through this, Jay.” Dick returned bitterly. “I’m not resting until I find Tim and Damian and get them home safe.”

“We have been through this.” Jason agreed, not looking up. “And how many times do I have to tell you? Maybe they don’t want to be found.”

“They’re not safe.” Dick pushed, then quieter. “The Kents are criminals.”

If Jason was going to say anything – (he wasn’t.) – he didn’t get the chance. Dick was already out the door, heading back to the headquarters of his anti-metas operation.

Jason rolled his eyes, returned to humming and cleaning his guns.

And he stayed like that for a little bit. Half an hour at most. He always seemed to lose track of time when doing something he enjoyed.

But then suddenly – another bedroom door smacked against a wall. He heard the quick patter of feet, and turned just as Cassandra came into the living room, a ringing tablet in her hands.

“The boys.” She said quietly, vaulting over Jason to sit on his other side. Settled into the couch cushions before answering the call. “It’s the boys.”

The screen lit up with Tim’s face, a bright, blue sky behind him. A pair of sunglasses sat on his head, and in the shadows of the undone shirt buttons, they could see a slight sunburn.

Tim was mid-laugh when the call was answered, looking off screen. But when he looked up and saw his siblings, his smile grew even brighter.

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Jason chuckled, leaning back himself. “What’s so funny?”

“Conner and Damian are fighting over dinner.” Tim replied with a snort. “They both think they’re a better cook than the other, and take any opportunity to prove it. Conner, I believe, just won today’s bout, and Damian’s pouting about it.”

“But I’m sure Jonny-Boy will fix him right up.” Jason joked. Cassandra just rolled her eyes.

“Of course. He always does.” Tim glanced in the other direction, smirked knowingly. “It’s frankly a little gross.”

Off screen they heard Jon laugh, and Damian snap. “Oh, please. We’re nothing compared to you two rabbits. Or have you forgotten the time you woke the neighbor with how loud your intercourse was?”

And even through the sunburn, Jason and Cassandra could see Tim blush as he looked back at them.

“It was only once, I swear.” Tim whispered.

“At least we didn’t get caught getting it on in the backseat of a car by the cops.” Conner called lazily. And it was nice, hearing him back on his feet. His recovery took longer than expected, with frequent setbacks and relapses. It was a relief, that he was finally out of the woods. “Twice.”

Damian made a sound to respond, but was cut off via gentle cooing from Jon. Tim laughed and shook his head, putting his attention back on his siblings.

“So how are you two?” He asked. “How’s…how’s things back home?”

“Same old, same old.” Jason shrugged. “…Dick’s been quiet.”

Tim’s smile faltered a little. “Oh?”

“He’s still looking for the two of you.” Jason nodded. “Convinced himself that it wasn’t you two breaking the Kents out of prison, but rather your boyfriends manipulated you.”

Damian snorted, still not appearing on screen. “Like they could.”

“Hey.” Jon scolded. “I’d like to think I’m a little more able at that kind of thing than you think.”

“That, or that you and Damian are merely misguided.” Cassandra added softly. “That you just do not understand the true danger Conner and Jonathan possess.”

“Basically, he still just wants to play hero.” Jason sighed. “Save his widdle baby bros from the big bad metas.”

Tim sighed too, leaned back in his chair. “…I’m sure it’s not great for you two out there.” A pause. “It’s still not too late for you guys to come live with us.”

“And listen to the four of you bang all the time? Pass.” Jason waved off. “Besides, despite his…craziness. Dick is still our brother. Someone’s gotta take care of him, and Cass and I agreed we don’t want it to be the two of you.”

“He has put you through enough.” Cassandra nodded in agreement. “And if you are happy, we are happy.”

“Excuse me if I don’t just to accept that.” Tim pouted.

“Look at it this way.  Cass and I, our friends aren’t metas. Kory took Bizarro and went back to Tamaran. Artemis went back to that island no one can find.” Jason listed off. “I can go drinking with Roy whenever I want. Steph and Barbara practically live here too.”

“You two had the most meta friends.” Cassandra reminded. “That is why this hit you two the hardest.”

Tim huffed. “I just wish you could at least visit.”

“Maybe one day.” Jason promised. “But don’t worry about us, okay? Worry about your lame-ass boyfriends, and not killing your brother.”

Tim looked out of frame and smiled. Twisted the tablet to show Jon between Damian’s legs on a chaise, lounging against his chest, eyes half lidded. Damian had his arms around Jon’s back, fingers idly tracing patterns along his shirtless spine as he stared up at the clouds and blue sky above them.

“Eh. He grows on you, I’ve found.” Tim whispered, then louder: “Say hello, Damian.”

Damian blinked and looked over at them. Then smiled and waved warmly.

“I…miss you both.” Damian admitted as Jon shifted his head to look up at him. Damian returned the glance, leaned down to kiss him. Looked back towards the camera with a wider grin.

“And we, surprisingly, miss you too, kid.” Jason hummed. Grunted, when Cassandra elbowed him playfully in the side. He feigned hurt, but smiled as he rubbed his side. “…It looks good on you, though.”

Damian quirked an eyebrow. “What does?”

“That octopus on your chest there.” Jason laughed. Jon grinned and wrapped his arms protectively around Damian. “Happiness overall, though.”

Damian blinked again, and then grinned a little softer. “…Yeah.”

There was a snort from Tim, and suddenly the tablet was being turned back.

“Wait!”

Tim did, keeping the camera on Damian and Jon.

“How’s.” Damian paused, swallowed. Jon hummed encouragingly. “…How’s Grayson?”

And of course. For all his bravado, for all his nasty words and sneers and threats – it was still Dick. Still probably the first person he ever loved, and the only one he always would no matter what, besides Jon.

“Still leading this garbage crusade. Pissed off that you two are gone, like I said before. Said he won’t rest until he finds you and brings you home, and throws those gosh-darn country boys back in prison.” Jason listed off. Cassandra just looked away, towards the penthouse’s front door. “But,” Jason sighed. “Otherwise the asshole is fine. Alive and well and looking to stay that way for a while.”

Damian stayed quiet. Just nodded as Jon held him a little tighter.

Tim turned the tablet back towards himself.

Conner was with him now, leaning on the back of the lounge chair, a few grilling tools in hand. He merely gave a silent wave. Cassandra gave him an equally silent – but clearly excited – wave in return.

“Happiness looks good on you too, Timbers.” Jason inhaled. “You better make sure it stays on him, Kent.”

“I’ll do my best.” Kon promised with a smile. He frowned almost immediately, though. “…I’m better now. My powers work fine. Jon and I could easily come get you guys-”

“Y’all mention it one more time, I’m hanging up on you.” Jason cut off sternly. “Really. We’re fine.”

Suddenly, Jason and Cassandra heard the ding of an elevator in the hallway. It was Dick, no doubt, back so soon. No one in his anti-metas team was allowed to go near his personal abode, and outside the family, with Steph and Barbara giving clear warning they were coming, no one else really dared to.

“And it sucks that we’ve gotta cut this short, but.” He glanced at Tim with a grin. “We gotta go.”

“Why, is everything okay? Are you safe?” Tim asked urgently. In the background they could hear Jon already swearing he’ll fly back if he needs to.

“Fine.” Jason reiterated with a roll of his eyes. “Just that Dickie’s home, and I refuse to give him the joy of speaking to you, or seeing you, or even knowing you’re alive.”

“His punishment.” Cassandra smiled, blowing a kiss. Tim turned the tablet one more time, and she blew one to Damian and Jon as well. Jon returned it as Tim twisted it back. “Love you. Be safe please.”

“Love you too. All of us.” Tim repeated quickly, as the doorknob turned. Jason waved him off, even as Cassandra reached for the button. “Bye!”

Cassandra shoved the tablet between the sofa cushions just as the door opened, and Dick came stomping back into the house.

“Back so soon?” Jason asked nonchalantly, not actually looking at his brother. Staring back down at his dismantled guns.

“Forgot some stuff.” Dick grumbled. And while not looking at Dick, he must have glanced at them, as he suddenly stopped in the hallway. “What are you so smiley about?”

“I’m not smiling.” Jason retorted. “And if I was, it was because you weren’t here.”

“Not you.” Dick snapped. “Cassie.”

Jason glanced at his sister. Indeed, a huge shit-eating grin was spread across her sharp cheeks.

“What’re you so happy about, Cass?” Dick asked her.

“Oh.” She hummed, glancing up at Jason. The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Nothing.”

“…Jason?” Dick asked for confirmation.

“Yup.” Jason looked up at him. At his deep frown and bad posture. “Absolutely nothing.”

Dick looked between them, then let out a long-suffering sigh as he continued down the hall. Jason just let out a bark of laughter, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulders.

“Nothing at all, Dickie-boy.” He repeated, even as Cassandra pulled the tablet back out. Turned on the screen to expose a photo of Tim, Damian and their respective Kent brother, all four piled onto the sofa, each couple completely wrapped up in themselves. A photo from a few months ago, that had been sent as proof that everyone was safe and accounted for after their escape. Cassandra gently ran her fingers over their faces, letting her smile deepen. “Nothing at all.”

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ten awesome fics 🙌

tagged by @clotpolesonly to list 10 awesome fics!!! not a ranked all-time-favorites thing, but just fics form any fandom that i love, but um, these will probably be my all-time faves anyway (they’re not ranked though). Most of them aren’t actually from any of my usual fandoms, because sometimes I just like to read mindblowing fic, you know? And most of these mindblowing fics often show up in tiny fandoms with little drama and incredible authors who kinda pop in, drop a fic, and vanish back into their own regular fandoms.

(Limiting the number of Batfam fics on this list was really hard omg I should do a Batfam fic list at some point)

Can the City Forgive I Hear Its Sad Song by @victoriousscarf (Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, DC Comics) --- Hoooooooly shit guys this one’s fucking incredible (I mean this author’s incredible in general but this fic). Even if JayDick is not really your thing, you should absolutely consider giving this a shot. I know this is a JayDick fic and that relationship is great (like holy shit great it’s written really well), but what’s really fucking incredible in this is the Bruce and Dick relationship. The DC fandom, particularly the older DC fandom, used to put out some fucking incredible Bruce/Dick relationships, but this one, I think this is the closest thing to their canon relationship that you can get. Bruce and Dick aren’t even anywhere near each other throughout 98% of this fic but you can sense their relationship overwhelming everything else anyway. They’re not in love, they’re not really family, they’re not really friends, they can do without each other, but they love each other more than they’ll ever love anyone else, they are family, and they are friends, and most of all, they do need each other whether they want to or not. I can write a dissertation of Dick and Bruce’s relationship obviously, but the worldbuilding in this fic is also cray, and the plot, particularly the ending, blew my mind. The main story is COMPLETE, but I’m loving the AU of this AU too, even though it’s a WIP right now. Such an excellent read, I can’t emphasize it enough.

1000 Days by @zarabithia (Dick Grayson/Clark Kent, DC Comics) --- (full series linked in the masterlist) Okay, you know how there’s that one fic that can make you ship something so hard it becomes an OTP? This is that fic. This series is the definition of “writing makes the ship”. Before this I never even considered Dick/Clark and now it’s a DC OTP like what? How did that even happen? Except it is that good. And the crazy thing is that it works, with a canon premise. It’s not even an AU! Dick meets Clark when he’s just a baby Robin, and the series works through the entire timeline as Dick grows up and makes friends and faces life issues and becomes independent of Bruce, and the slow, realistic development of his relationship with Clark as he grows from the little boy who was starstruck by Superman, into his own, adult person. (Also the Roy/Dick friendship in this is bomb.)

Roadtrip Vigilantes by Beabae (beabaseball) (Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, DC Comics) --- I. I can’t. This one just. I love it so much Bruce and little Dick and running away from the League so they can stay together -lays down on the ground and cries-

Republic of Heaven Community Radio by @bicatperson (Carlos/Cecil, Welcome to Night Vale, His Dark Materials, Fusion) --- If you’re into Welcome to Night Vale and are familiar with His Dark Materials please do yourself a favor and read it. Incredible storytelling, incredible writing, incredible plot, incredible representation. There are like, two white characters in this, and the culture is marked out very clearly as Not White. Loved everything about it. Loved every character (but loved Cecil the most).

Sass-Badger Verses Son-of-No-One by @bewareofchris (Malik Al-Sayf/Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad, Assassin’s Creed, Modern AU) --- I know nothing about Assassin’s Creed other than that they jump really high and wear cool outfits, but you don’t need to know anything about it either; this fic stands on its own two feet. This fic made me care about whatever plot point or character or relationship it was focusing on at the given time instead of only on the overarching plot or the romance or one or two characters. The storytelling is, frankly, the best I’ve read in a very, very, very long time.

A Deeper Season by lightgetsin, sahiya (Miles Vorkosigan/Gregor Vorbarra, Vorkosigan Saga) --- Fanfic series for the Vorkosigan Saga, which is a series of novels? Don’t know anything about them at all, never read ‘em and, after this fic, can never read them, because the original novels can’t possibly live up to this? This is my canon now. Amazing, amazing story. Amazing, amazing characters. Very unique take on a royal romance.

A Tithe to Hell by Aja (L/Light, Death Note) --- Okay, you do need to know the canon for this one. Basically, what if L was even more paranoid than he actually was, and L and Light’s, er, relationship, continued past episode 26. In case you haven’t guessed, this is my new canon for Death Note. I can never go back. Best characterization, amazing storytelling, incredible dialogue, and did I mention the characterization???

Single Use Weapon by @fahye (Jack Benjamin/David Shepherd, Kings) --- Fahye is one of my favorite authors of all time and this is, hands down, my favorite thing they’ve ever written, which is crazy, picking a favorite was really hard all their stuff is so good, but this is the one that’s going to stick with me for a long time I think. I love a good spy/double agent story, and this fic has the best plot and characterization of any spy(ish) fic I’ve ever read. It’s so good, guys, The way Jack is written, it’s droolworthy for so many reasons.

Whispers from the Rye by @@somniumquiesco (Wolfram von Bielefeld/Yuuri Shibuya, Kyou Kara Maou) --- ajshdkjafldksalkdsjl I don’t even know what to say I started reading this when I was a teenager and nearly ten years later I still read it over and over again. I’ve changed, my tastes have changed, but my love for this story has not changed one bit.

Shadowlord and Pirate King by Footloose (Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, BBC Merlin) --- Epic space adventure AU the worldbuilding in this is so fantastic it’s got magic, space pirates, assassins, intergalactic war, political intrigue, pirate politics, a prophecy, and a thousand other really fucking great things. The Merlin fandom and Footloose in particular regularly put out insanely amazing stuff, but this is the peak. I would pay actual money for this fic, which is more like a novel really. (Also @mushroomtale‘s art is A++++++ gorgeous as usual but extra gorgeous because I love this fic the most? Also the art goes so well with the fic in terms of style and tone too???)

One day I will probably be able to write an actual PhD dissertation on Bruce and Dick’s preboot relationship but today is not that day, so I’m going to sadly turn this over to @storiesintheashes, @ice-tiger-kitten, @procellariidae, @naiadique, @girlwithribbon, @merkitty, @imonajourney, @mtblackbearfic

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RANDOM PAIRINGS UNDER THE CUT!

Hey there, everyone! As promised, under the cut are your random thread pairings, and prompts to go along with them! If you have any questions or anything needs to be changed, please, feel free to let the admin team know, and we’ll work things out.

For now, enjoy!

UPDATE: Wanda Maximoff is now paired with Laura Kinney, and America Chavez is now paired with Kitty Pryde!

DAMIAN WAYNE + KAREN PAGE

God, he seems so young to be out on his own, doesn’t he? And with all the people around him in that alleyway, moaning and groaning in and various states of disarray, what kind of person would Karen be if she didn’t stop and help?

TJ WAGNER + FELICIA HARDY 

Turned around and totally lost in a new city—a new universe, even—TJ finds herself in a seedier part of town. In comes Felicia, the night’s bounty in hand, and immediately, TJ feels like there’s something off. Two of them, alone, on a darkened street, in a shady part of town? Nothing could go wrong.

SELINA KYLE + CLINT BARTON

After spending yet another night in Stark Tower, Selina runs into Clint. Immediately interested by his bow and arrows, she makes it her goal to get Clint to be her friend—if only to steal a few of those trick arrows for herself. Just for fun.

HARVEY DENT + JAMES RHODES

Harvey isn’t very good with machines, but seeing the man struggling, he’s going to do his best to help out—unfortunately for Rhodey, that might not end up going exactly as planned.

BARRY ALLEN + JUNE MOONE

June is sketching in the park when, before she could even realize what was happening, there’s a man standing in front of her with a coffee cup dangerously close to slipping out of his hand and onto her paper. It’s a close call, and she’s about to say excuse me, when, of course, someone bumps Barry’s arm, and suddenly, there’s coffee everywhere. 

DICK GRAYSON + BOBBI MORSE

A joint investigation with the SCPD and SHIELD should be smooth sailing, but for the life of them, these two just can’t seem to get on the same page about the Genovese case. It’s not going to be long before they start exchanging blows in the conference room. 

STEPHANIE BROWN + CASSIE LANG

Concerts are fun, they certainly aren’t as fun when you’re alone—needing a break from the constant shoving of the crowd, the girls bump into each other when they go outside for a break.

JASON TODD + KATE BISHOP

Pfft. He’s seen better. She’s not even as cute as Roy—and he’s going to be sure to let Kate know of that fact. Even if they are in the middle of fighting some baddies. 

FRANK CASTLE + JAIME REYES

Frank is dealing with a broken down car, and he’s supposed to be getting somewhere in a hurry—thankfully, Jaime is around to help him out. The only problem is that if Frank isn’t exactly where he needs to be in 15 minutes, he’s missing out on his only shot to get....whatever it is he needs to do, done.

HOWARD REYES + (TIME-DISPLACED) WARREN WORTHINGTON

Picking pockets is easy, but when Howie slips slightly and brushes up against Warren’s back, things get a whole lot more interesting. Of course, he steals the wallet anyway—Warren, noticing it before it’s too late, takes off after him to get his wallet back. 

PEPPER POTTS + SARA LANCE

Pepper is no stranger to danger, not when she’s spent so much time close to Tony Stark, but assassins are a little bit different. Sara, knowing that these people are after her, refuses to let anything happen to Pepper—but that easier said than done. 

LAURA KINNEY + WANDA MAXIMOFF

It’s less than easy being a mutant in this city, that much is for sure. Anti-mutant protests have been springing up all over the city, and while the number of them have been declining lately, that doesn’t make them any less terrifying when they crop up. Wanda just wants to keep walking—Laura looks ready to get in a fight.

BARBARA GORDON + JONNY FROST

Jim told Jonny to leave his daughter out of it—but honestly, Jonny’s never been good at following the rules. Surprisingly, however, he’s helpful and kind to Barbara, if only to further his own agenda.

BILLY BATSON + IRIS WEST

Working on the easy stories has never been Iris’ forte, and the current story she’s working on is about the ban—and while searching for sources, she quite literally stumbles upon the best source possible. How could she write a story on heroes without input from a hero himself?

NYSSA AL GHUL + ERIK LEHNSHERR

Nyssa is finding more and more that coming here to get Sara might not have been the best plan—and she’s searching the city for something, anything, any source of inspiration to make things click together. Erik isn’t one to pry, but a woman dressed as an assassin certainly seems like someone worth investigating. 

WINN SCHOTT + KAROLINA DEAN

Winn is used to being the one being saved (a side effect of being a civilian in this city) but when the girl who’s saving him looks like she’s made of literal rainbows, well—he can’t help but feel a little ridiculous.

KURT WAGNER + DIANA PRINCE

Kurt is blue, and that can get difficult to deal with—especially when he walks out of a building to see a group of anti-mutant protestors he has to push through. Diana, noticing his apprehension, decides to help as best she can, but the protestors aren’t so willing to just let them pass. 

 VIV VISION + DANIEL RAND-KAI

Viv isn’t particularly fazed by people being unkind to her but Daniel, upon witnessing the scene, is furious. He decides to step in. 

BUCKY BARNES + TIM DRAKE

Bucky’s arm isn’t working, and he’s shit out of luck. Tim thinks he can fix it, but Bucky is wary to say the least—but the way his arm is glitching, well. Bucky can’t decide what he’s more nervous about.

ROY HARPER + TONY STARK

Tony gave his boyfriend a goddamn dog, and Roy still hasn’t met him. He decides that needs to change.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF + JAINA HUDSON

The White Rabbit is fast—but Quicksilver is faster. Whatever the hell got these two into a disagreement, everyone else better steer clear. 

PETER PARKER + TOMMY SHEPHERD 

It’s midterms season, which means cramming for these two—after chugging about four energy drinks each, however, they’re bouncing off the walls. Now, Tommy is trying to convince Peter that they should suit up—what’s the worst that could happen?

KITTY PRYDE  + AMERICA CHAVEZ 

Of course, the one day it rains in Star City, it pours. And of course, that’s the day America and Kitty forget their umbrellas, leaving them stuck inside a large store. They’re wandering the aisles when the power goes out—leaving them in the pitch black. 

JESSE CHAMBERS + ROSEMARY ATKINSON

Studying for midterms is stressful—but at least it’s a little less stressful in a pastry shop. After noticing Jesse sitting in the corner poring over her textbook for hours on end, Rosemary decides to give the girl a reason to take a study break—a cupcake and a quick distraction.

JUBILATION LEE + SAM WILSON

After everything that happened with the man who tried to kill her, Jubilee is a little jumpy—which is more than fair. Sam, leaving his office, notices that the young woman seems a little agitated, and tries to help as best he can.

ADALINE LANGSTON + CASSANDRA CAIN 

Cass accidentally let Alfred the cat out of the manor—it was definitely an accident, obviously, but she also obviously cannot let Damian find out. Adaline is looking for the owner of a cat she found, but Cass can’t quite tell if that cat is Damian’s cat—and she knows bringing home another cat would be even worse than just losing the cat. 

KORIAND’R + DAISY JOHNSON 

Daisy just needs a drink—and thankfully, the bar is empty. Kory is more than happy to just spend some time talking to the other woman, but when a group of rowdy drunkards walk in, their quiet time is heavily disrupted. 

JOKER + JIM GORDON

My, my, Jimmy! You can’t drag in Jonny-Jonny and hold him for hours and hours and expect to get out of it without any commotion! 

JAMIE-DEAN ATON + NATASHA ROMANOFF

Natasha has seen that look before. Something with JD feels off, but she can’t quite place what it is. However, Natasha isn’t one to leave a mystery unsolved—so, while she’s talking to him, she’s trying to do a little digging, too. 

ROBBIE REYES + JESSICA JONES

Bar fights seem to be Jessica’s scene lately, and Robbie just knows that he wants no part of it—somehow, he gets dragged in, anyway. After everything is over, they have to deal with the carnage before the cops show up. 

CHRIS KENT + MON-EL

It’s always strange to meet someone who’s like you, especially when you’re an alien in a sea of humans. It’s even stranger when Mon-El know who Chris is, but not the other way around. 

ZATANNA ZATARA + DODGER

Dodger knows of someone who has an artifact that Zatanna is after—and while he’s willing to sell, he’s only willing to sell to Dodger. Now, Zatanna has to convince him to do this, but it doesn’t look like there’s anything in it for him. Zatanna has to convince him. 

HARLEEN QUINZEL + KATIE POWER

Hunky-Dory is missing! Harley is sure he’ll come back, but still, enlisting some help on the way, she’s hunting through the streets to find him. 

GABRIEL SUMMERS + WADE WILSON

Yikes, Gabriel has a kid? Oh boy, Wade knows that he should probably steer clear, but something about the guy looks familiar—he can’t help but get closer to get a better look at the father and son.

SHARON CARTER + ANNA MARIE

Sharon can take care of herself, she knows that, but Star City is far from safe at night. It’s definitely a relief to know that Anna Marie is in the same boat—and she won’t have to walk home alone. 

HOWARD STARK + HOLLY ROBINSON

Holly isn’t known for being particularly patient with people who don’t seem to show her respect—and she’s fairly sure that Howard is just about the worst person she’s met in a long, long time in that regard. 

STEVE ROGERS + SCOTT SUMMERS

Laser eyes—at least, what he assumes are laser eyes—are a new one, but Steve takes it in stride, using his shield to deflect the beams before any damage could be done. But why is this kid using his power on Steve—what could he have done to make it necessary?

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"Here's My Heart": Braid's 'Frame & Canvas' Turns 20

By David Himmel

Today marks the 20th anniversary of the release of Frame & Canvas by the Champaign, Illinois-based band Braid. This album mattered. It mattered when it was first released for what it meant for the punk/emo/hardcore genre. It mattered for what it meant for the band. It mattered for what it meant to me and the thousands (Tens of thousands? Millions?) of kids like me. And yeah, it matters now.

I know I’m not the first to get all fanboy gooey over this album or this band. But lately I’m having a hard time not submitting to the allure of nostalgia, that gorgeous siren. No, it’s not nostalgia. It’s reference to the past, my past. It could be that the last year was a wild one — first year of marriage; dog gets sick; land a new job; wife gets pregnant; lose the new job; dog dies; first child is born. A lot of impactful things have happened personally — internally. And it’s been busy externally, too — all things Trump; the generational war; the race/socio-economic war; the geographical war; Stranger Things 2. In wild times like these, it does one best to cite history for the guidance, clues and cues for how to best navigate the new, but always familiar, waters. And so, I’ve been going back to the well of my favorite movies, books and music for comfort and clarity.

Frame & Canvas is a favorite. Braid is a favorite. As such, the record release of 20 years ago today is worth writing about.

On April 7, 1998, I was a freshman in college at UNLV. I was miserable. The whys and whats of why are too numerous and convoluted to get into here but I can tell you that overall, I felt stale.

I didn’t run out and buy Frame & Canvas on its release day. I don’t remember when I bought the CD but I remember that it did not leave its place in the 6-CD disk changer in my new Volkswagen Golf — my first car — for all of my sophomore year at school. I remember playing it at full volume with the windows down and the sunroof open as one of my sophomore year roommates, Matt Sandoval, and I drove to San Diego for a weekend on the beach. He was impressed with it. It sounded like nothing he’d ever heard before. He wanted more. So did I.

“So I’m told that Chicago’s cold. Can’t be cool as California.” — First Day Back

Braid wasn’t new to me. The released two albums (and a slew of singles and splits and compilations, etc.) but Braid hadn’t resonated with me until Frame & Canvas. The band’s third and final album — before the release of a two-volume compilation of singles and B-sides, and a temp-to-full-time reunion release 16 years later — was just the right mix of nuance that my sensitive, wannabe rockstar heart and ears required. I had even seen Braid perform the earlier stuff at Chicago’s Fireside Bowl several times when they shared the bill with my favorites at the time, The Promise Ring and The Get Up Kids to name two. (Those bands still rank among my favorites, and their albums remain in routine rotation on my turntable, in my iTunes and in my car.) After I completely absorbed every lyric, drum beat, guitar riff and bass line I could from Frame & Canvas, I dove into the older stuff. And now I loved it. All of it. I became a superfan.

Braid broke up in 1999. They went on a one-off reunion tour in 2004. I flew from Las Vegas to Detroit to see them open for Minus the Bear. I still have the ticket stub. It wasn my birthday weekend. It was fucking incredible.

But back to the record at hand…

The songs were about being in a state of certain uncertainty. A place of transition with the balls to step up and have no fear of fucking it all up. The songs were about girls and friends and getting older and being younger and parents and longing and having and missing and distance and places and things and giving a shit and not giving a shit at all.

“We’ve got a lot of great mistakes to make. We’ve a lot of chances to take, so let’s take our time and hurry.” — The New Nathan Detroits

Or that’s how I perceived them. What do I know? I didn’t write them, I only listened to them. It’s that old argument: What Does The Art Mean And Who Does It Mean It To? The album, front to back and back again was everything my tender Midwestern heart was feeling and everything my late teenage brain was thinking

Frame & Canvas was released at the end of my freshman year, but it was wholly consumed throughout my sophomore year. My sophomore year was the year when I was still sad but sick of being sad; bored but sick of being bored; interested but struggling to find something interesting. Throughout the album, there were lyrics that spoke to exactly what I was feeling or thinking, or needed to hear because I hadn’t thought of it that way. And certainly not with that shift in time signature or run down the frets.

It was my sophomore when I shook off the dust and salt and tried new things while staying evermore true to myself. That was the year college started to be enjoyable and life started to suck. That was the year my twenties began and a new, more confident, less afraid David emerged. I didn’t know what a Nathan Detroit was — I didn’t get the reference, but I couldn’t help to relate because there was something both familiar and new about this guy, Nathan. (I later, of course, realized that Nathan Detroit was a reference to the character from Guys and Dolls. The reference and connection still accurately applies.)

One of my longest standing and still best friends, Brian Wolff, once told me, “You treat lead singers like they’re great philosophers.” Yeah, I do. Fuck Socrates. Eat shit, Voltaire. Bite my dick, Angelou. Give me my Nanna, Broach, Portman, Schwartzenbach, Andriano…

I’m not alone in this, I know. Music matters. Bands matter. Singers and guitarists and bassists and drummers matter. They say and play what we want to say and play but can’t because we’re in our own way. And get this; there are bands for the bands, too. Everyone is inspired.

So, it’s 20 years later…

I’ve seen Braid perform live countless times at this point — considering all the times in high school at the Fireside, the reunion show, the quieter shows before the release of the new album in 2014 and the few since. And yeah, I own the VHS and DVD of Killing a Camera, the live performance documentary of the band’s swan song performances. I’m a fan. Superfan.

In the years since Frame & Canvas has been among us, the listening public, it has remained a constant source of companionship. Through girlfriends of distance, through missing my Midwestern roots while living my dear dessert life in Nevada, through being married...

“I can’t come home, I’m stuck in a phone booth again. But once in your arms, we’ll rise above the ground. You and me, and the beautiful aerial view… I’m never coming down.” — Collect from Clark Kent

A short departure for a story of a different tone, yet related…

When I was making my move from Las Vegas to Chicago during June of 2007, I stopped in Rock Springs, Wyoming. It was on the way and I had to pee. I also was jonesing for a small town beer. Preferably a draft. I found what I considered a local-enough tavern to piss and throw anchor in, and steered the VW into the small parking lot. I too my piss, drank my beer and scribbled in my notebook. Those writings are somewhere, actually close to me in a well-disheveled filing of notebooks in my desk just to the left of this very keyboard. I’ll spare you the contents of that bar top writing because it’s not good. At least not without music to it…

Point is, while I was drinking and writing, it dawned on me that Braid had recorded a song about Rock Springs, Wyoming. It’s called I Keep a Diary, and as I realized that, I recognized that was living out a song I loved. For I, too, was keeping a diary. Bonus: The date of the diary entry in that song is my wife’s birthday. How about that?

“Ten-ten, ninety-seven… Rock Springs, Wyoming hotel. As far as I can tell, I just don’t miss you anymore.” — I Keep a Diary

OK. So here we are, 20 years later. I embarked on my career, I poured through and over girlfriends, I bought a house with a pool, I lost my virginity, I bought a boat — sort of — I got married, I became a dad, I bought another VW Golf then a VW GTI, I got some cancer, I became a scotch drinker.

The thing about our formative years is that they’re always formative. We don’t grow out of who we were when we were angsty, emotional, needy, angry, confused, certain, brilliant, and dumb-as-fuck teenagers and twentysomethings. That is our base. All of us. That’s why our record collection, and collecting, caps out around the time between our teenage and late twenties years. Unless you’re a music critic or seriously committed to avoiding atrophy in spite of the certain emotional disappointment new music will bring your aging ass, this is true.

But Braid keeps on.

Never mind that the band got back together. Never mind what members went on to do in subsequent years. Never mind that Bob Nanna — guitarist and vocalist of Braid — went on to write — for hire — our wedding song. Yeah, it’s pretty fucking cool that my rock ‘n’ roll  emotional hero knows my dog’s name!

How does one reconcile fandom with heroism. I see these guys at shows… they are cool enough and real enough to be friends but incredible enough to pass me over as a passing piece of late ’90s and early 2000s dust. Except that we’re all part of the same thing… The Scene, the listening public. And wouldn’t you know it? My wife hired Braid’s lyricist to pen our wedding song.

Jesus Christ.

The frame… the canvas… it’s still so real and so important.

And if Bob, Todd, Chris, Damen or Roy happen to read this… Thanks. Next time I see you at some show in town, the drinks are on me.