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spider-quinn · 8 months
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Hello Fall (Eddie’s Version) 🖤🧡🍁
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Please give it a like if u save, use, or just like it 🎃
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solsticebinary · 4 months
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Haha floyd is so <33
Anyways I am very normal about this movie (lie)
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Age Of Consent [part three]
Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 1,784
What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, and a lot of profanity.
A/N: When you write an entire chapter and then it doesnt save so you have to write it again from memory. Anyways, how about a little Eddie POV? Pretty sure we can categorize this as a slow burn. Thank you so much for sticking with this little story. Enjoy this next part and if you would like to be tagged, please let me know!
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Eddie couldn't stop thinking about you.
He was hopeless, unable to concentrate on anything else. After two years, he thought that he had managed to get over it, but the moment he heard your voice that scar on his heart split right open into a festering wound, once more.
His fingers tapped against the lunchroom table as he waited for Dustin, wanting an explanation. Why were you there? What did you want from him? Was this some sort of sick joke? Did you just want to torment him? Make fun of him for still being in high school like a fucking loser?
He eyed your brother as he approached the lunch table.
The moment that Dustin had sat his tray down, Eddie grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him away from the crowd. The younger boy was absolutely terrified at this point, having not a single idea of what was about to happen. He liked Eddie, but he didn't really know Eddie, and he did not want to be punched in the face over a misunderstanding that was most likely your fault.
Eddie's eyes were menacing, squinting at his curly-haired friend before he address him, "Henderson," he almost growled.
"Eddie." Dustin gulped.
"You want to tell me what your goddamn sister was doing here last night after Hellfire?" Dustin's mouth gaped open, his mind desperately trying to find the words. "Now, Henderson!"
"S-She uh, she said that she d-didn't want me to be a part of the club!" He stuttered. "So I uh- I invited her to come out and meet you and see that you weren't as bad as some people say, b-because you're a totally nice guy."
Eddie sighed. Reality had hit him like a brick as he realized that you still hadn't told your family that the two of you had dated. Hell, you hadn't even told them that you knew him. Not even after Dustin had told you that he was part of the Hellfire Club, which, to Eddie, would have been the perfect opportunity, even if it was two years too late.
"She really never told you," he muttered quietly. "Figures."
"Told me what?" Dustin asked.
Should he out your secret? God, did he want to, if only just to annoy you; cause an issue in your otherwise perfect little life and force you to confront the past that you so desperately tried to run from. You had your reasons, you made them clear, but Eddie still carried this smoldering torch that he just wouldn't let burn out. He always would.
"Oh my God," a realization washed over Dustin's face as he figured it out. "You dated my sister, didn't you?"
Eddie said nothing, but it was all over his face.
"Gross!" Dustin shrieked. "Ew, you dated my sister."
"Yeah, and she broke my goddamn heart." Eddie ushered his younger friend back to the table. "In fact, she was very clear that she never wanted to see me again, ever, so imagine my surprise last night when she just- just showed up like it was the good ol' days."
"Dude, I had no idea."
Eddie's expression softened. This wasn't Dustin's fault, at all. "I know, man. I know you were just trying to advocate for me. I appreciate it."
"What happened between the two of you?"
"That depends on who you're asking, I'm sure."
"I'm asking you," Dustin replied curtly.
Eddie knew that offloading all of his pent-up emotions was probably super inappropriate, but it's not like he had anyone else to talk to about it. Except for Wayne, but his uncle had already heard him crying in his pillow enough times to get the gist of what had happened. The countless sad songs that Eddie had written, and practiced out of his bedroom, basically told the entire story from start to finish so Wayne never needed to ask.
"For starters, she didn't want to tell anyone we were together," He began. "Which, let me be clear, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy; the feeling that you're not good enough, but you're just so fucking in love you're like- whatever, babe, whatever you want. You know?"
Dustin nodded his head despite the fact that he most certainly did not know.
"She said it had something to do with my 'life choices', but that is such bullshit, man. I know that the real reason is that I wasn't able to graduate and she didn't want to be with some lame asshole who was stuck in high school. Whatever, it was inevitable. She was going to go off to college and meet some normal dude who she could take home to the family and wouldn't hold her back."
He knew he sounded pathetic.
"It doesn't matter, dude." He waved a hand in the air. "It was years ago. Shit's in the past. Just, for my heart's sake, please keep her away from me. No more surprise visits, okay? Shit almost killed me."
"What!? No." Dustin exclaimed dramatically.
"What do you mean, no?"
"You're obviously still in love with her." The younger boy accurately noted. "As gross as that is, you totally are."
Eddie hated how a fourteen-year-old kid could see right through him like he was made of glass. He hated it and at the same time was mildly impressed. How is it that this kid- this child- who didn't know a goddamn thing about love, have it all figured out? No matter how much of a facade he tried to put on, it was just that painstakingly obvious that he just wasn't over you.
"So?" Eddie said, his voice small.
"So, get her back."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Get. Her. Back." Dustin emphasized, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal whatsoever. "It's simple."
"I don't think you really understand, Henderson. Your sister made it very clear that she never wanted to see me again, let alone be with me again."
"So why'd she agree to come to Hellfire?" The younger boy asked innocently. "Maybe she's still in love with you, too."
Eddie laughed dryly, "No, no- see, that's where she and I are different. She never loved me. Not really, anyways."
Dustin sighed and sat his sandwich down on the tray in front of him before placing a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Listen, Munson." He said frankly. Eddie was incredibly confused. "What I'm about to offer is for a limited time only, so if you're interested, I suggest you take me up on it. I can help you get her back."
Fuck, he hated your brother's confidence. It gave him hope. He was a pessimist by nature, so he knew that it was most likely false hope, but it was hope nonetheless. If there was even the slightest chance that Dustin was right, Eddie had to take it. He was already a fool, but not taking a chance on the one thing that he wanted more than anything- that would just make him plain stupid.
"How?"
That was all Dustin needed to hear. He spent the rest of their lunch block calculating ways to put you and Eddie in the same place at the same time. He rambled off a schedule of your day-to-day activities; your work schedule, when you usually took lunch, what stores you liked to shop at, your jogging route, and what you did on the weekends.
"We go to Antonio's for pizza every Wednesday night around 6:00," Dustin mentioned. "You could conveniently be picking up dinner for you and your uncle around that time."
Sure, it sounded a lot like stalking, but Dustin was confident that they would be able to chalk it up to coincidence and you'd be none the wiser. Eddie wasn't really convinced, but he figured he might as well trust the process and see if Dustin might be able to work his magic. After all, he said that he had experience with this sort of thing.
It took everything in you not to accost your brother the moment that he got home from school. You had practically been sitting in the same spot all day, waiting for him to arrive, knowing that the first thing he did this morning was seek out Eddie to find out what had happened last night.
From your room you heard his backpack hit the floor in the kitchen, followed by the sounds of the refrigerator opening and closing. You gave him ten minutes before you tip-toed down the stairs, stopping just around the corner to assess his mood and demeanor.
"I know you're there," you heard him say without even looking up from his textbook.
You sighed and cut right to the chase, "what'd Eddie have to say?"
"Not much," Dustin answered and you thought for a moment that maybe Eddie didn't say anything at all. "Just that you two dated and then you broke up with him because he didn't pass the 12th grade the first time around."
There it is.
"Of course that's how he remembers it," you muttered.
"Kind of shitty, if you ask me."
"Well, I didn't." You spat. "It's a lot more complicated than the fact that he didn't graduate, Dustin." It was just like Eddie to make himself out to be the victim. "Actually, that wasn't even an issue."
"So what was the issue?" He asked. "And why didn't you ever tell us?"
You combed a hand through your hair and sighed. "Because it was right when dad had just died, okay? Mom was already going through so much, I- I didn't want her to think that she had to worry about me lashing out because I was dating Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. You and I both know that sometimes it's just better if she doesn't know things."
Dustin could only nod in agreement.
"And it's not like it was a secret from everyone. The whole school knew we were dating." You argued. "And yeah, I broke up with him and it sucked. But you can't just pinpoint it to one thing, there were multiple things over time and I just finally decided that I had to do what was best for me."
"D'you miss him?" Dustin asked and the question surprised you.
"No!" You replied a little too quickly. "No. Absolutely not. The only reason that I agreed to go last night was because of you. I definitely do not miss him, that would be absurd."
You could tell that he wasn't buying it.
"Anyways, this conversation is over." You declared. "Keep going to your little club, I don't care, just- no more talk about Eddie Munson, deal?"
"Deal," Dustin replied with a smirk. "It'll be like he doesn't even exist."
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letsgetrowdy43 · 11 months
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My star
John Marino x broadway actress!reader
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user48 the spotlight looks so good on you
_Quinnhughes is the term 'Purr' appropriate as a compliment??
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Ynofficial Playbill did an interview with me on my return to the spotlight, go give it a read!! link in bio <3
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localemofreak · 6 days
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Me when I saw the newest photo of Joseph:
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martyrbat · 5 months
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harley quinn (2000) #13
[ID: Harley Quinn staring pleadingly at Pamela Isley after asking her to run away from Gotham with her. Pam bluntly replies, “No. Can't.” Harley continues to look at her longingly as she slowly admits, “I thought we were friends, Ivy. I like you... Admire you, even. Always wanted to be strong and independent like you. But I guess you're so strong and independent... you don't need friends.” She leaves as Pam still doesn't turn around to face her, her face hidden in shadow. END ID]
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soldier-poet-king · 5 months
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ok i admit i dont really go for urban fantasy and the combat/fighting scenes in it were rough and i thought some of the plot was dumb but the first book in the tarot sequence got me??? like a solid 3.5/5 which given my innate distaste for UF is p damn high. it's about the RELATIONSHIPS. the rune-brand brother bond and how they understand each other and love each other and fight and cuss each other out and care so deeply and apologize and work around each other's trauma and triggers. addam's priority always being his brother. THE TERRIBLE DELIGHTFUL TEENS MAX AND QUINN. whatever the fuck is going on with ciaran i adore him. the 20+ yr recovery arc. the magic system with the sigils and courts based on the major arcana. the INSANE amount of plot bombs dropped in the book 1 epilogue. everyone is so traumatized and yet they get up and they try. ive only had max for a day and a half etc etc etc
like. it is dark and heavy and holy holy shit content warnings abound i would not actually /recommend/ it to most ppl because of that, but it's not grimdark. terrible unspeakable things happen and keep happening and yet there is tentative hope of ending the cycle or at least saving a few kids and building a home and there's love and accidental child acquisition and idk ik ive been real tired lately and it's no masterpiece. but it hit in some kind of way i wasnt expecting it to
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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years
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QWAT AU, just a little sideways, version goodness-only-knows.
(brief reference to drink spiking, standard hitter stuff, qwat-typical angst.)
[1.5k in all, also on Ao3]
Eliot and Quinn run into each other on the job for years, and they're enemies more often than not, but they're cheerful about it. Quinn's happy to banter a bit while they fight; Eliot's happy to give a little constructive criticism. They keep a count of the bones the other one has broken like it's a running joke.
It's comfortable, mostly. The nature of the job means they can't easily be friends, but they can be friendly. After a while they even share a few drinks, though they cover their tracks when they part ways afterwards.
When Eliot drops off the face of the earth for two years, it's... well, it's possible he's been captured or killed, but you'd think whoever did it would want to broadcast that fact. Unless it was an accident. A freak thing. A heart attack. And Quinn can't mourn, because... it's not like they were friends. It's not like he doesn't know what the job involves.
So he carries on.
Most hitters are, unfortunately, bastards. Quinn gets as far as going to a bar with one then has to lure them out the back to make a point then knock them out after they tried to spike his drink. His other attempts don't go any better. It irritates him. No honour among career criminals, fine, he gets that, but—
—But maybe the friendliness between him and Eliot was something that was worth protecting. Even if they were enemies more often than not.
Except that's not really an option now, is it?
So Quinn's being more careful and he's even more surly around the friends he does have (those he's vetted, those he refuses to work against, a few civilians he can only visit under certain aliases, that one volunteer at the animal shelter who lets him in after hours to hang with the kittens for a bit of socialisation (for the kittens, in theory.))
Then he hears a whisper.
He's not meant to do anything about it. Tracking Eliot down outside of a job falls firmly outside the rules of their old friendly rivalry, but... he can pretend he's on a job, maybe. Get a good idea of what kind of shape Eliot's in, fight a bit for the fun of it, think about how best to proceed with this isn't a friendship, but maybe we should treat it like one, at least a bit. Don't you think?
Then when he finds the safehouse and finds Eliot, still as stone and more dangerous than Quinn's ever seen, looking just as cornered as the most sorry-looking stray that's ever turned up, malnourished or worse, at the animal shelter... Quinn has to re-evaluate quickly.
If nothing else because Eliot seems to be drawing some conclusions about why Quinn is there. If nothing else because if he doesn't think quickly he'll be fighting for his life in the next five seconds.
He begins to slowly take out his guns and disarm them, crouching to access the holster at his ankle and set all the pieces on the ground, tossing one knife then the others onto the bare mattress in the corner. The entire time, Eliot's eyes don't move from his. The entire time, Eliot's a statue that feels like a bomb.
The last knife is Quinn's favourite, and it's not as professional, not as carefully chosen as the others. He feels his own reluctance as he tosses it after the rest, sees the faintest flicker of change in Eliot's eyes.
It's a relief, that. He had been starting to think that Eliot didn't recognise him.
"You'd best think this through, Quinn." Eliot's voice is rougher than it should be—illness or lack of sleep, Quinn can't be sure. "I'm not going back."
Quinn pieces this together with what he knows, what he's guessed, what he's heard over the past few years—nothing as simple as imprisonment, reading between the lines of what Eliot just said. Something that hurt him. Something someone like Quinn could be sent to drag him back to.
They're not friends, but maybe they can be. Maybe he can add Eliot Spencer to the short list of people he won't take jobs against, won't double-cross under any circumstance. Maybe he can allow himself this weakness, this indulgence. (Maybe Eliot can, too.)
He has the rough shape of things now. He just needs one more detail.
The first real crack in Eliot's armour—a shadow of confusion, a twitch down his arm like the kind of flinch it hurts to suppress—comes when Quinn asks him, his voice even, "Who did this to you?"
[part 2] [insp.]
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delicatepoets · 2 years
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joesph quinn………….. the chocolate button eyed, crystal loving, oat milk consuming, three chain wearing, aquarius man that you are <3
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tenitchyfingers · 2 months
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Aw man, I just rewatched Two of Us. They really made a movie out of a McLennon fanfic. Bless.
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boltgunkiller-archive · 4 months
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best friends……………………
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spider-quinn · 8 months
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Someday My Prince Will Come 👑🖤
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holdingontoeddie · 1 year
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joseph quinn would be the KING of princess treatment.
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super-oddity · 10 months
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me, a romance fan, in a revolutionary war museum going “yo it’s charlotte and george” in one room and “yeah i know all about the highlanders and jacobites” in the next
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kajmasterclass · 8 months
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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“I think I’m going to move to Gotham,” Jazz’s tapped away at her laptop, clicking through her college acceptance letters. Danny sat up from where he was scrolling through his phone and stared at her. “Thoughts?”
“And prayers,” he sassed. “Because you’re going to need them. Why the would you pick Gotham when Harvard accepted you?”
“Gotham has Arkham. And Doctor Quinzel.”
“Isn’t she Harley Quinn? The Crime Princess of Gotham?”
“Yeah, and an acclaimed psychologist with hundreds of published work that revolutionized the mental health field! Sure, she’s more criminally inclined now, but I’d kill to pick her brains.”
Danny grinned. “Interesting word choice. You’d fit right in. It’s just weird that all of their psychologists turned into villains.”
“Okay, but I won’t. You’d stop me.”
“Or I’d join you,” Danny rolled back onto the floor.
“Don’t you dare, Daniel Fenton. You’d better stop me if I went villain.”
“But I feel like you’d have a pretty good reason for it though?”
“I appreciate the trust, dumbass, but I’m always this close to loosing it.” Jazz rolled her eyes as she jabbed a finger at Danny.
“Hah! You’ll fit right into Gotham!”
Jazz hummed. “So, Gotham?”
“Yeah, why not?”
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“Danny!”
“Little busy!” Danny dodged a blast from a GIW agent.
“Why’d you pick up, then?”
“You don’t call often- hey, can you guys knock it off? I’m on a call!” Danny shouted. Surprisingly the agents stopped.
“Woah. You guys actually stopped?”
“We’re anti-ghost, not rude cavemen. Finish your call, Phantom, so we can get back to capturing you.” The agent with red hair said. Her partner nodded their head.
“Riiiight.” Phantom floated away a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked Jazz.
“So, Dr. Quinzel-”
Danny heard a further off “Call me Harley, darling!”
“Harley,” Jazz continued seamlessly. “Is dating Ivy, a meta! Which, totally cute and their relationship is so healthy. Goals, honestly-”
Danny heard another far off comment, “Awe, thanks, Jazzy-wazzy!”
“But long story short, they got in touch with the Justice League about the GIW and they’re getting pulled back! And disbanded! Are you fighting the agents? Can you see if they’ve got the order to pull back?”
“Wait, seriously?” Danny perked up, the exhaustion from the fight all but gone. “I’ll ask.”
Danny turned to the two agents, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hey! Did you guys get orders to stop hunting me? I heard the Justice League got involved.”
“What? We didn’t-”
“Shit, wait, we got orders.” Her partner jabbed their phone at her.
“Fuck. This isn’t over, Phantom!”
“Yeah, yeah! Shoo!” Danny watched them peel away. “Thanks, Jazz! Maybe I’ll finally get a peaceful school year.”
“R.I.P.” Jazz solemnly intoned.
“Dead-ass.” Danny replied, just as seriously before the both of them broke. Cackling, Danny said goodbye to Jazz.
“Maybe I should get some gifts? Hm… Undergrowth has some rare plants.” Danny muttered as he flew back home.
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