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The Boys, 2019- S03 E04, Glorious Five Year Plan

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John can’t remember much from the ‘save’. It was blood and dead bodies here and there. mostly is what John wants to forget, even how they walked down to the safety remains a mystery, thick clouds covering that part of John’s brain, all he can remember is a big animal, with fur and soft under his touch but aside from that, nothing.

“did I tell you, I booked another travel for vacation to winter lands! Snow and all dangers laying around!” he loves how Nadie spreads charisma in the air so effortlessly like it’s her nature everywhere she goes, John doesn’t question when she tosses herself on his couch, letting her rest for now.

Pulling out chicken from the freezer, he bites on his lip “I can reserve another ticket if you like to come with me, too..” he offers casually, leaving it for her to decide.

“nothing special. Just a simple dish of roasted chicken!” he roams through the cabinets for his pan “you can stay here for the night.. just have that on mind that you’re always welcome here. I don’t know why you’re always in rush, makes me think you expect me to kick you out!” he jokes lightly, deep in his heart he really wants her to stay.. well, just watching movies together and having snacks, that’s all John asks for.

"Hey now. Just because someone is smarter than you doesn't mean they're actually smart. That's a very low bar to clear," She teased in response. Nadie could very easily make her words sharp, like gnashing canines, so when she dulled them for John... perhaps that was meant to say something. She rolled her eyes at his Tyler joke, but still the edges of her lips lifted up into a good-natured smile. Despite everything... Nadie enjoyed their time together. Craved these fleeting moments of closeness she had long thought separate from herself.

"Me? A bad huntsman? Have you already forgotten how we met? I'm the survivalist who helped save your butt!" Nadie objected, even between laughter. It was enough of a distraction that she didn't even fight back against the need for the first aid kit.

"Shit, I am kind of hungry," That was a lie - Nadie Tarbell was always hungry, "What are you thinking for dinner?" Cocking an eyebrow at John, Nadie collapsed back on the couch, moaning in exhaustion at how hard the whole day had been. Until now.

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"I snuffed them out, like flies. And I would do it again." [ heheehehehehhe ] @deliriumang3l

It wasn’t part of the main plan, it’s just a little turn from the main event, the description of ‘play around and see what happens!’ sort of thing! He never expects her to charge on him, not sitting back even while she sees he’s holding a knife and it looks like one of those scary black and white movies, with his shadow on the wall, holding up the blade and her looking so small yet so brave in front of him but it’s him who feels dreads sinking its claws in his heart when she says those words and suddenly his hold on the knife sheath weakens, threatening to drop it.

“you- you what?” she’s a killer on the run! Just like you! The irony of the situation makes him laugh if it wasn’t about the intention of killing her. I told you I feel a connection between us and her! she’s like us, she’s like me, John!

“so that- that town of yours you have been talking about… you killed all those people?” he lowers the knife but still on alarm, in case if she wanted to attack, in case if she changed her mind. The storm is dragging on outside of his small hut and no one can hear them if she screams..

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“what else you think Vought sent me here for? This project of yours is taking lots of money and effort from my company so I’m here to end it here and now.. unless you give me something to linger around for?” the smirk shaping on his face is meaningful, he’s no stranger to such things, making new deals for something better. maybe this small man in front of him can even sweeten the deal too?

Homelander marches around Frontman’s office idly, hands clasped behind his back and eyes jumping from one object to another with bored expression “so what is it you do here besides making childish games for people to kill each other? I just want to know why rich men are so interested of what you guys have here, why this.. entices them? What is so special about it anyway? I mean, I get why you opened such things, we have herogasm at home too! but this.. is a little waste of money, don’t you think?” he turns to the man with mask.

now you gotta die. ( YOU HAVE FRONTMAN, GIRL?!?! AAHHH!!! FOR YOUR FRONTMAN PLEASE!!!! ^3^ ) @homelander-rp-blog || GIRL YESSSSSSSSS!!!!

There is a gentle turn, dissonant with the mechanical face and voice that turns to look at John after the words are left to simmer for a bit. The Frontman stands firm, his soldiers waiting for so much as a lift of his finger to try and protect him.

It doesn't happen. Instead, he speaks.

"Will you be the one to kill me?" It is supposed to be a question, but a tinge of the tone makes it seem like a request. Despite this, the man slowly and discreetly reaches for his gun, he keeps his gloved fingers on it. "Or will you continue to be enslaved by your own weakness?"

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my name is inigo montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die ... sentence starters

prompts about confronting the one you want vengeance on

the vengeful:

"Beg. Beg for mercy."

"You've destroyed everything…"

"I've waited so long to do this…"

"Still so cocky, even now… at the end."

"You're not getting away, again. Not this time!"

"I'm doing this for them, everyone you've hurt."

"Why so surprised? I'm what you turned me into."

"He told me enough. He told me you killed him!"

"Face me. Face me! Answer for everything you've done!"

"My name is (name). You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"Why should I grant you mercy? You never gave them any."

"Did you think you could do all of this and get away with it?"

"Why did you do it? Before this all ends, I want to know why."

"I always pictured this revenge differently, but I'll take what I can get."

"I'm going to make you pay… for all the pain, the suffering. All the hurt you've caused. You're going to pay."

the target:

"Kill me, then. End this."

"I'll answer for my sins..."

"You won't do it. You're not able."

"Revenge won't make it all better."

"You're asking me if I regret any of it. I don't."

"All this time, and you're still holding a grudge."

"I'm sorry for all the harm I caused, I… I'm sorry."

"What a good monster you've become, so angry."

"Kill me and you'll never have the answers you need."

"I snuffed them out, like flies. And I would do it again."

"Do you expect me to grovel? To beg for forgiveness?"

"Look at how strong you've become. All thanks to me."

"You don't understand, I've changed. I'm trying to be better!"

"I remember their screams, yes. It was such a pretty sound."

"I'll give you anything you want... anything at all. Just let me go."

"You should walk away. We both know you don't have the stomach for this."

"I didn't turn you into a violent monster. I only drew out the anger that was already there."

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an  independent,  private  &  mutuals  only  blog  for  detective  erin  lindsay,  of  the  one chicago  universe,  est.  2021  and  revived  in  2025.  protected  by  em.

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Not a Hero Starters

"If you're gonna kill me, just kill me, but for the love of god, shut the fuck up!"

"I can't wait to get my hands on that asshole."

"Hmmm... maybe you're good. Maybe you got lucky."

"You had to come in here and mess things up, didn't you?"

"You won't get any sympathy from me, asshole."

"Let's see just how impressive you really are."

"I don't know about you, [name], but I'm getting real tired of playing games."

"You're slowing down, [name]. Almost had you that time."

"Let's just focus on the mission and maybe we can continue this conversation when we get back. OK?"

"Just how much more of this do you think you can take?"

"Maybe [blank] is convinced. If they weren't, I wouldn't be here. But working with [blank] is gonna take some getting used to on my part."

"[name]—still with us, I see. Very impressive, my friend, very impressive."

"Just shut up and accept it, [name]."

"You're going to fail, and then you're going to die."

"How the hell are you still alive? You should be dead."

"That's just what [name] wants you to think. I'm just the bait—and you fell for it."

"Now here's the deal, [name]. You don't follow me and I don't bounce your head off the ceiling."

"I know, I know. I've done... I've done terrible things. Horrible things. I've killed your [blank]. Tortured them. And I enjoyed every second, [name]."

"Any idea what [name] is up to down here?"

"Don't worry. I'm gonna find a key to this thing and get you outta there."

"Please tell me what I'm looking at."

"That's my business. You let me worry about that."

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Antony Starr as Homelander in The Boys season 1

My GIF masterlist

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Land of Minimal Tree Cover, Los Angeles -- May 31st, 2025

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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  thunderbolts*  (2025),  directed  by  jake schreier.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

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He’s coming to an empty home that evening. Stunned, confused, did Bonnie really took what he told to heart? Alright, he was angry and sad but he didn’t mean to lash out like that! That was very low of him.. even Annie used to remind him how he can not control his emotions when they bubble up to the surface.

He spots the letter, almost falling over in his rush to snatch it up and pressing to his nose. Eyes jumping from word to word “oh damn! You idiot girl!” unbelievable! She really did such thing?! And she didn’t even take the horse! If she’s not dead yet, John will drag her back here, would kill her himself!

Having a dog would really come in handy right now. John desperately thinks what if that sheriff was here, surely they are better trackers than old John but his short years served as deputy taught him few tips that might be useful. Shit, they have to be useful or Bonnie will die!

Clouds are pretty close so John doubts he can come back to his hut after he finds her. she shouldn’t be too far with that bad leg of hers but probably walked a good mile down to the south. He grabs bandages and some firewoods, cans of food and of course, ropes and his gun too. the horse is skittish, not willing to follow him in the storm. The mountain man starts his search on the feet, cursing the poor animal for being too scared to come.

Hauling all the stuff on his back is such an agony and the wind is not helping at all. Foot tracks are all gone but he can spot dried blood here and there in the snow. She really should do something for bleeding or this can attract wild animals.

“BONNIE!?” he yells once he’s close enough to mountains skirt. Where he knows miners camp should be. “BONNIE!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?”

Dear God! Please be alive! Please answer me!

“BONNIIEEE!!”  

"i want you gone!"

that sentence hurt her down to her core, her broken core. her insides feeling as if she was breaking in half. her heart shattering into a million pieces that would forever be unmendable. bonnie watched him leave the cabin after grabbing his gun. she would stare at the door, wanting to tell him not to leave her there but she doesn't. maybe he needed to cool off. but he wanted her gone ...

grabbing a small piece of paper, she began to write a small letter to john in her chicken scratch handwriting.

"john, i know i have been terrible (word is scratched out multiple times, still getting the spelling wrong) to you but i just want you to know that i'm so sorry. i don't want to ever hurt you like that again so i'm going to leave. just as you want. the snow storm will get here soon so make sure you stay warm. i'm out of your hair john. i promise. forever." tear droplets stain the paper and make the pencil slightly smudge but she dabs the tears away softly to save the words.

placing the paper where she knew he could find it, she walked back out into the billowing snow, looking up towards the mountain's peak to see the storm cloud as it was moving in ever so close. her feet leave deep snow prints walking out towards the forest, arms wrapped tightly around her body. she knows of a cave that she thinks she can survive in until the storm is over.

after around a mile, her feet were bleeding again. bloodying the white snow as she got closer to the cave. no bears, no mountain lions. good. she huddled up inside the cave, having left blood streaks all the way in. she lean against the back of the cave, away from the cold wind as it picked up and the storm began to roll through. if she survives this. she's turning herself in.

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Cal’s voice pours over him like a bucket of the ice cold water “h-huh?” the girls giggles in the background when John turns to face Cal better “what did you just say? surely it won’t look like party trick to me at all! She eyes you like she wants to eat you! Of course she’s the problem here, you’re distracted all the time we talk and I’m just trying to look serious here!” he’s fussing over nothing, it’s pretty obvious Cal had enough.

“what do you mean by that?! If I wanted someone strong by my side I’d go to the Gunpowder years ago!” ouch, wrong because John hates that man but maybe he really needs to poke back at Cal for calling him a threat! “and I have any permission I want! The hell is wrong with you?! You don’t want me here? fine! You know what, I’m starting to feel bored of this stupid game anyway! go ahead, say your last word so I can leave and you can eye anyone you want in this bar! Yeah I know what they say behind my back, he’s a manchild- what the hell is that word anyway?- he’s so selfish, so on nerves, so impatient, zero tolerance! Fine! Yeah! I-I’m leaving, mister perfect!” he tosses the cue on the green table. The dry sound it makes when hitting the surface, colorful balls clanking to each other and the old men by the bar turn their heads to glare at John in which he copies right back at them-

“w-wait, what?” Cal just said he takes the job?

And now he’s laughing. As if what just happened was a funny show and not clashing drama for John. “I- I’m not jealous! Stop it!” and God, the way he leans back to the table, that idle drawl of saying those words, the way he swings the gun over his shoulder and strangely looking boyish and playful while he’s at it makes something flip in John’s gut. He rolls his eyes, following after the man “the most important thing is, would you really want to be mine, Cal? it isn’t easy, oh, if you really want such a thing, your life will be a living hell before you even know it!” but is it what John really wants? Is he ready to face his emotions? Joking comes floating, it’s a safe territory but what if.. what if John does want Cal deep in his heart?

Flying is banned. So is shooting laser and using super power in unnecessary cases. The company very explicitly asks him to go low for few days, maybe weeks to accomplish their mission perfectly. They are taken to Russia grounds with a jet. Those ones that radar can’t spot and they land in the middle of the night. A hotel room is reserved for them from before under two names with passports. When the CEO informs him that it’s up to them to decide introduce themselves as a couple or not, John can’t look at Cal’s eyes, blushing hard.

‘we just reserved one room. Our team suggested this way is better due to better protection.’ The CEO only makes it worse. Guy sitting there in his office back in the America and smiling at them knowingly through the screen like he actually knows something. John wants to throw himself out of this Goddamn plane!

‘something wrong, Homelander?’ the man asks, looking as smug as ever. Fuck! Can he just turn this screen off?!

“nothing. Just jet-lagged..” John looks out of the window, the city lights shining under their feet.

Cal let the silence stretch. That faint, smoky music slithered through the bar like a whisper no one could quite make out. Somewhere behind him, the girls laughed, the bartender rattled a shaker, and the soccer match on the dusty TV screen flickered with green, white, and gold. But none of it reached Cal. He saw the way John looked at him. No, not just at him—at the girl, then back at him. That jealous, confused flick of the eyes. That too-tight grip on the cue stick, like it might snap under his hand if she looked one more time. Like Cal belonged to him. Cal knew that look. He’d seen it in war zones, black sites, and holding rooms where men with nothing left still thought they had a claim over him because they were scared of what he might do without direction. He’d seen it in the mirror, years ago. Before he stopped pretending this body belonged to anything but the job.

Now here they were. Candlelit by cheap bulbs and quiet desperation. And John was staring like he wanted to speak a different kind of language but didn’t know how. Cal didn’t need to know how. He just exhaled, slow and steady, cue still in hand. Idle fingers holding it now more like a weapon than a game piece. He finally spoke, and when he did, it was with no warmth and no interest in comfort. “You’re really gonna tighten up on me over some college kid’s party trick?” His voice was rough—tired, maybe, but more than that: irritated. With John. With the dance. With being looked at like that. “Don’t look at her like she’s the problem. She’s just young. Doesn’t know better.” Then, louder—clearly meant to reach the girls without him even turning toward them: “Sorry, sweetheart. Don’t waste your lipstick. I don’t swing your way.”

There’s a flick of the eyes back to John, sharper now. Jealousy wasn’t foreign to Cal. He just never expected to see it on that face. His voice cut through the air before John could even try to cover it up. “Relax." He didn’t look at the girl. He didn’t need to. His voice carried just enough for her to hear. “Not interested. Not my type.” Then, deliberately, to John— “Or yours, apparently.” He let that sit between them, let it burn for a second. Didn’t care if it embarrassed him. Hell, maybe it should. “You really think I don’t see it?” Cal asked, taking a step closer. Steps not threatening, not yet. Just close. “The way you watch me when you think I’m not looking? The way you bristle when someone else does?” He leaned on the edge of the table, knuckles pale where they pressed into the wood. “You want to act territorial? Fine. But own it. Don’t hide behind the mission briefing like it’s got your dick on a leash, Captain America.”

That name hits like a slap. It's not playful, not affectionate. A gut punch dressed as sarcasm. And Cal doesn’t stop there. “Yeah,” he mutters, stepping in now, “it’s Vought again. Of course it is. They never fucking stop.” He’s in John’s space now, and he stays there. Imposing, not with size but with presence. His words don’t need volume. They hit with weight. “And they’re right. I don’t take jobs anymore. Not unless there’s blood on the floor and they’re too scared to clean it themselves. So if they sent you to be the honey in the trap, that’s a new low. Even for them.” His eyes sweep over him. Not admiring. Assessing. Dissecting. Like he’s picking apart the cracks in the perfect blonde hero mask.

“She’s not a threat, John. You are.” He stood straight now, full height, that weight he carried settling across the space between them. It wasn’t just muscle or myth. It was again just his mere presence. That old-soul stillness of something built for death. Yet, used to silence. “You walk in here pretending this is a briefing. Like this is about Vought. About Winter Boys. But that’s not why you showed up, is it?” He took a step forward. “You came to see if I’d say yes. You came to see me.” Another step. “You want someone next to you who doesn’t flinch. Someone who won’t question the orders because they’ve already done worse without being told to.” A slow, knowing shake of his head. “You didn’t need a partner, John. You needed permission.” And now he was close. Closer than any news crew or handler had ever been allowed. His voice dropped low, quiet enough to get under the skin. “You don’t need me for the mission. You need me so you don’t fall apart out there. So when it gets ugly, you don’t have to pretend you know what ugly really is.” He let that linger. “You think standing next to me makes you look like the strongest one in the room? That’s cute.” Then, with a tired breath, Cal stepped back. He didn’t want this fight. Not really. Not here. But John needed to hear it.

“You want my answer? I’ll go. I’ll take the job.” Cal laughed. He laughed. Not out loud. Not in any way John could clock and call him on. But deep in his chest—God, he laughed. 'Jealous. You’re actually jealous.' He thought, fangs biting into his lip. He exhaled through his nose, subtle. Like letting the thought drift off in the cigarette haze, somewhere between disbelief and something that almost resembled pity. Of course he’d be possessive. That’s what men like John did. They tore down cities to protect a story they told themselves. But Cal? Cal was nobody’s fairy-fucking-tale. Nobody’s headline. He leaned against the table, arms loose across the edge, and finally said—soft, almost idle: “But don’t confuse that with loyalty. And don’t ever confuse it with friendship.” He grabbed his rifle off the back of the chair, swung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door. “And next time you stare at me like I belong to you—ask yourself why you want something you can’t control.”

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              there's a story told around these parts.  kind of a local legend. tells of a woman who was cast out.  sentenced to die on an island out on the lake.  but there was a man in town who fell madly in love with her.  every night, he would sneak out, row across the lake.  bring her food, and  ..  company.   and every night she would stand there, on the shore, holding a lit candle to help him find his way.            indie  &  heavily  canon  divergent  maria  of  silent  hill  2   (  both  original  &  remake.  )    heavily  selective  &  mutuals  only.     crossover  &  original  character  friendly.     penned  by  regan,   she / her,  30+.      please kindly offer a reblog ?   ♡

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TORTURE THE BLOND MAN MORE

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❛ you hear me? i beat you. i win. ❜ @iobartach <3

“ohh I’d love to see you try! Very brave, aren’t you? Thinking you can defeat me, it’d be cute seeing your face once you realize you were wrong!” Homelander has no idea what kind of ‘hero’ or even ‘villain’ this man is, his costume strange yet pleasing colors, though he won’t voice it but feeling jealous of how this man carries charisma like it’s easy for him, like he’s a leader. Strange how he never met this guy before and now it feels like he has seen him somewhere but can’t place his face… hmm, where have I seen him last time? His memory blank when he searches it but nothing “don’t you think it’d be better if you introduce yourself first? Am I not allowed to know the name of the man who’s challenging me?” he holds his nose up, looking down at the man.

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John borrows some of Colt’s clothes, which are ridiculously comfortable and loose on him, burying his nose in the soft fabric of the man’s shirt when he tugs it on. smiling like a love struck idiot, the fabric soft and worn out under his fingertips and he loves how everything in the drawer smells of ‘Colt’. He’s not picky, a simple jeans and to shirt would be fine and a baseball hat, which he steals from Sage’s suitcase. Sage herself was smart enough to always have her stuff packet around unlike John who was busy fighting when this apocalypse thing happened.

He’s not thinking much of it, no he won’t! but he expects a little peck on lips at least when Colt passes him! not even a gentle hug! Nothing! Colt just steps out of the shower, dresses up and marches past John to the doorway. His eyes gluing to the broad back of Colt, biting his lip. Was I too harsh on him? was he really into it and did I just cock-blocked him? I was just too scared of.. of getting something down there! Maybe he shouldn’t have over-reacted when Colt touched him there back in the bathroom but he was scared and it’s his first time and Colt is now very cold toward him. his tone even has no emotions when he orders, as if Sage and most importantly, John aren’t there at all!!

He swallows a sob forming in his throat when Sage eyes him with a frown. Crying right now would make everything more awkward. “I.. I’m coming” fuck I’m not crying! He has no right treating me like this! was it all this was about? So, what, I’m a little chicken out and now he won’t talk to me?!

His reflection catches him when he passes the dark screen of the tv; well, John, he’s out of your league. Wouldn’t want a loser lover like you! And John fights hard not to scream or throw something at it. because Colt still likes him, right?! He can make it up to him.. oh he will!

So the ride is quiet and Sage looks bored. John takes the front seat and won’t look at Colt at all because I have zero self control and might start apologizing and it makes me look weak! Why my life is so hard?!

“so where is your lab?” Sage asks. Just to break the thick silence.

Colt stands in the bathroom, a smirk playing on his lips as he listens to John's retreating footsteps. He can almost feel the tension radiating from him, the struggle between desire and control. It's a new game they've never played before, and one Colt enjoys.

He takes his time washing up, savoring the moment of solitude. His mind drifts to the way John reacted, the flush of his cheeks, the hitch in his breath. It's a rare glimpse into the vulnerability that lurks beneath John's formidable exterior, and Colt finds it strangely endearing.

As he steps out of the shower, Colt grabs a towel and dries himself off, his thoughts still on John. He can't help but wonder what's really going on in that head of his. Is it just the physical attraction, or is there something more? Something deeper that John is too afraid to admit, even to himself?

Colt dresses quickly, his movements efficient and precise. He knows John won't wait long, and he's right. As he exits the bathroom, he sees John and Sage. The look on Johns' face is something Colt can't quite put his finger on.

He pushes off from the doorframe and starts walking down the hallway, his steps quick and purposeful. "We need to get to the lab, gather the equipment, and figure out how to restore the supes' powers. That's our priority, and nothing else matters right now."

Colt glances back over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto John's. "You with me on this, or do I need to drag you out of here?" His tone leaves no room for argument, and he knows John will fall in line. Colt turns back around and continues down the hallway, confident that John will follow.