#✦ verse: masks & monsters

[dramatisperscnae]

@therebetterbepie [-drops a half-dead Dickiebird at your feet like a cat-]

He's tired. He's been pushing himself nonstop for days, ever since the cemetery. Since Jason. Since learning his baby brother hates him. He's always assumed that would be the case, of course - why the hell would Jason think otherwise? - but to have it confirmed…to know that Jason is alive and well, somehow, and wants nothing to do with him. Has disowned him. After everything else he's lost over these past few months, what else does Dick have left but his work?

He can't even go back to Bruce. Not now. Not after Blockbuster. After Bludhaven. And if Bruce knew about Jason? Knew and didn't tell him? What does that say about their relationship? More than enough. The weight of his failures is crushing him, each one parading through his head almost non-stop. Getting fired from the 'haven PD. Losing Babs. Killing Blockbuster. Catalina, god he wishes he could forget her; every time she crosses his mind it makes his skin crawl. Sophie, and Slade, and Chemo falling on Bludhaven, and now Jason, back from the dead…

The only thing that stops the parade is his work. It gives him something to focus on, something to do, even though a part of him knows this is stupid. Self-destructive. Dangerous. The rest of him doesn't care. Hell, it almost welcomes the pain. How many fights tonight alone? Six? Seven? He's lost count. Took a couple bullets here and there. A knife, once. And now he's finishing up on a herd of Talons that damn near came close to ripping him to shreds. But he's still standing, somehow.

Still standing.

Barely.

A part of him is disappointed by that.

Arm tucked over his stomach Dick stumbles his way out of the alley, fetching up against a wall once or twice and leaving a streak of blood behind each time. He should probably call for help. He has to keep moving. Get to the next fight. There's always a next fight. But maybe…

Is there a chill in the air?

Maybe this time there won't be. He runs into the wall again, slides down it. Tired. Getting darker. Light must be out here; happens sometimes in these alleys, no one bothers to check the bulbs on the regular. Footsteps approaching. Should reach for his sticks. Sit up. Too tired. Sticks already in hand. Doesn't matter. Can't move. And this is Gotham. Maybe the footsteps will just pass by. Just leave him here. It's dark, he's in black. Easy to miss. Right?

[normaltothemax]

@dramatisperscnae

The truce between himself and Dick was recently forged, the bonds that they were building together weak, but steadily, if slowly, growing stronger. Strong enough that, when Jason had needed backup on a case while Dean was out of town, he had asked Dick, rather than just trying to go it alone anyways.

Surprisingly, they worked pretty well together. Maybe it was because Dick was still doing his level best to avoid ticking Jason off in even the smallest of ways, or maybe Jason’s plan was just that good (it was), but there was minimal arguing, and what little there was could barely be classified as bickering. Dick made good points when he spoke up and he took things seriously (not that Jason really thought he wouldn’t).

Shit still hit the fan.

Not only did the asshole Jason was after have basically an entire army with him—ninety-percent of which they’d managed to dispatch of already—he had a fucking magic user, too. Jason was really starting to hate magic. Especially when he took a blast of it directly to the chest, shoving Dick out of the way. He flew back, hit the wall hard and then the floor.

He was pretty sure he blacked out for a second there.

When he came to, everything was dark, and there was something heavy on him. Jason didn’t know where he was or what was going on but…there was something on his head, and something inside of whatever-it-was that was digging uncomfortably into his face. He reached up, frowned; something else was covering his hands, flopping over them, like his sleeves were way too long. Still, he managed to sort of feel what the thing was. Some kind of helmet, maybe? It took a moment of struggling, but he managed to get it off, a too-big domino mask falling into his lap as soon as he did. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked over himself. “What the hell?” He’d never been one for playing dress-up—well, so long as you didn’t count being Robin—so why were his clothes about a hundred sizes too big? He looked up, eyes widening as his confusion only grew. What was going on?

[thecrimsonhelmet]

@dramatisperscnae continued from here

Those seconds of silence are enough to have his gut churning with anxiety. Regret. The desperate desire to take the words back and shove them deep down where they’ll never see the light of day. But he can’t take it back, now that the question is out there, so he forces himself to stand there, still and waiting and watching Dick, his grip on the book the only thing keeping his hands from fidgeting.

Then, Dick is grinning, bright and elated, looking like Jason’s just offered him everything he’s ever wanted, plus a trip to Disneyland, on a silver platter. Like Jason’s worth a smile like that. Again, the thought makes him ache. Again, Dick’s words filter through his mind.

You’re a better man than you think you are. Give yourself a chance.

Rather than trying to dissect any of that, any of his current feelings, he focuses on this moment, and this moment alone. Nods once, sets the book down, and grabs his jacket off the back of the couch. “Great. Let’s go.” He pauses just long enough to point a finger at Dick. “Not a word of this to Dean. I don’t need the lecture.”

And then they’re off. Jason takes Dick to a little hole in the wall dive bar in a slightly sketchy part of town. The kind of place where no one will look twice at Jason, obviously underage, drinking. Where the bartender cards him because he has to, but barely even looks at the fake ID, and clearly doesn’t give a shit whether it’s real or not, so long as Jason’s got money.

Which he does.

He maybe drinks a little too much bourbon too quickly, used to needing quite a bit to even feel tipsy, with the Pit. Normally, when he’s been drinking since Dean brought him back, he just has a beer or two. But he’s got a lot of conflicting and confusing emotions swirling around inside his brain right now, and a simple beer just wasn’t going to cut it.

“He’s such an asshole,” he laments to Dick, sitting next to him at the bar, gesturing with his glass and somehow managing not to lose a drop of his current drink. “Goddamn Pepsi, like I’m fuckin’ twelve, or somethin’. Fuck him. I fuckin’ died, Dickie.” Just in case he didn’t remember. “Twice. I think I’m allowed to have a damn beer every once in a while.”

[wetbloodworm]

noticing a pattern in my writing/OCs of 'monster that preys on people pretending to be human/human-adjacent'. i mean it's not the first time i've noticed but i've been thinking about three of them recently so like. a pattern.

[gauntlets-shot]

[ FIVE PLEAS ]  send for five times the receiver wanted to ask the sender to stay and the one time they do. - Vi

A collection of 'five times' drabble prompts | accepting

It wasn't that meaningful the first time. Vi was eating a cupcake at her dad's bake shop and scrolling through her phone. It was the typical day for her, she had just come back from a day at the ring so she had an ice pack tucked away underneath her shirt, right on her side. Vander insisted she rest upstairs to be more comfortable but Vi insisted on being in the shop so they could spend time together. Caitlyn had just walked in and Vi's gaze immediately landed on her. Vander by now had noticed how Vi looked at one of his regulars and today he decided to make a move for her. "Hey what's your name? Caitlyn? Well, that girl over there is my daughter Vi. She's been staring at you for the past few days every time you come in for your regular order. What do you say, huh?" Vander had asked and Vi was mortified. She was a babbling mess as she tried to apologize but eventually, Caitlyn had to be on her way. Vi watched her walk out but she had wanted her to stay, even just for a few more minutes.

The second time, Vi had almost said something. After Vander had set things in motion the day before, he finally talked Vi into asking Caitlyn out officially or at least trying to initiate a conversation. This time when Caitlyn had come in, Vi was the one behind the counter. She worked at the shop on rare occasions but this time, it was specifically to talk to Caitlyn. As Vi handed the woman her order, her mouth opened to say more but what ended up coming out only made her want to cut off her lips. "So, do you live across from us or work at the shop there? I watch you walk there every day." How could she sound any stupider? Thankfully though, that was enough to start a conversation and the two ended up talking for a good couple of minutes. It was only until another customer came in that Caitlyn excused herself. Maybe if Vi had asked her to wait, then she could've stayed for a while longer. She was easy to talk to, she found out.

Things had started to build since the last two times. Vi and Caitlyn were friends now. They chatted every time Caitlyn came in for her usual and sometimes, Vi would swing by her shop. It was hard though. Vi wanted to more time to spend with her but being a hero had it's ups and downs. Despite just being friends, the two had deep talks, the talks one would have with someone special since Vi didn't just open up to anyone. She had had another rough day in the ring as well as being a hero and she had been in the wrong headspace to be social. They were hanging out in Vi's room but not too long after Caitlyn arrived, Vi had the sudden urge to breakdown. Her life was weighing too heavily on her shoulders and she had explained she was stressed to Caitlyn. She didn't want to burden her further so, despite having hesitated to ask Caitlyn to stay and comfort her, Vi gently insisted she leave her to deal with her shit.

They had gone out on a date the fourth time. Well, this was their first one. Caitlyn had driven Vi's drunk ass home another time but she figured, why don't they both get drunk instead. Vi didn't really remember much from the night Caitlyn saved her but it was quickly forgotten as they danced the night away in the club. Like Vi had promised, she and Caitlyn had gotten drunk but Vi managed to cut herself off before she was too drunk. The two then got an uber home and as soon as they got out of the car, they were stumbling into Vi's dad's bake shop and were making out in the back room. In the heat of the moment, Vi was going to ask Caitlyn to stay the night but it didn't end up coming out. Caitlyn didn't even live that far but Vi had walked the woman back to her shop. They ended the night with one final kiss before Vi went back home, upset she hadn't spoken up.

Way too much had happened by the fifth time. Caitlyn had revealed she wasn't one hundred percent human and that she had powers. There was a new dynamic between the two, well between Caitlyn and Crimson. Instead of wanting the woman to be near her, Vi wanted her as far away as possible. Caitlyn wanted to help fight and she very well could've but Vi wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of Caitlyn potentially getting hurt. "Stay back, I'm serious!" Vi had snapped as Crimson. When Caitlyn refused for the millionth time, Vi had no choice but to take her to the nearest building and physically trap her in. Just before she put the final piece of rubble up to barricade the door, Vi's eyes met Caitlyn's. She hesitated hard, her brows furrowed so tightly her face might as well have popped. Just let her stay and help Vi told herself but then she averted her gaze and covered up the door completely. This was for the best.

After bickering and bickering for weeks, Vi was this close to full on turning on Caitlyn. She needed the help but she didn't want it. The villains were bigger, badder and Vi was falling behind due to the fatigue of her daily life and her superhero life. Caitlyn had been showing up at every scene to give Vi back up and every time Vi spent half the battle fighting or shooing Caitlyn off. Vi was nearly at her breaking point but then one day, Vi really did need the help. Not just one, not just two, not just three, but four foes had shown up to take Crimson down. Vi was scared shitless but she didn't show it. They couldn't know. Before they all actually went after her, Vi was arguing with Caitlyn again. When she saw them coming full force, Vi let out a deep sigh and met Caitlyn's eyes. "Can you stay?" She asked through gritted teeth. "I need...I'm gonna need backup. I'm gonna get eat alive if I go down there myself." After Caitlyn had officially agreed, Vi popped her gauntlet up and clasped her hand in Caitlyn's. "We're partner than," Vi told the woman before equipping her gauntlet again and jumping down into the danger zone, confident now that Caitlyn was officially fighting with her.

[gotaletter-archive]

SILENCE] The sender sits in comfortable silence, providing a calm presence. // silent hill monster michael au

Hurt/Comfort Starters

James isn't sure how long he's been here. He somehow managed to find his way back to Rosewater Park, almost in a sort of fugue state as he stares across the water. The way the fog gently rolls along the surface of the lake is hypnotic, and the complete lack of the presence of monsters scuffling along the broken streets of the town leaves an eerie and almost serene atmosphere. Well, that is until he realizes his radio has been making noise for the last minute or so.

At first James almost gets up, a rush of fear taking over his senses as he recognizes the shape of his lurking murderous guilt, but stills upon realization. He's not... Doing anything. He's just been sitting there, with him, staring out across the waves just as James has been. Almost like a true reflection of himself. Did he get tired too? Did he need a moment's peace as well? It makes this figure seem almost... Human. As if he weren't some shadow that stalked him all over town.

With a sudden click, silence is brought between them. The radio slumbers. James turns his gaze back to Toluca Lake, and for a moment considers resting himself against the hulking man. No. Maybe not yet. Maybe not ever. Could he find comfort in someone like this? In someone so menacing? His breathing takes the place of the radio static, and James can actually feel his blood pressure begin to drop. His body relaxes, even though he knows it probably shouldn't.

He probably would have hurt me by now, if he actually wanted to do something. James thinks to himself. With that thought, he lets out a sigh and closes his eyes in order to focus on the rhythm of Michael's breaths.

In. Out. Back. Forth. It mixes with the sound of the water lapping up against the shore. Sunderland can feel himself being lulled into a gentle and peaceful trance.

@pumpkinstabs

[bitchimasnake-sss]

I wanna see how the monster trip would react to their partner begging for round two..

maybe I'm just dirty or smth but I really wanna see Sanji's nose bleed /j

ahaha making sanji nosebleed is kinda my passion /hj

🌙thinkin' about: the monster trio! vs round two!

cw: pussydrunk boys. nsfw thoughts include: cunnilingus, creampie, overstimulation, cocky men, doin' it raw. oh, and pussydrunk men. okay, thats it. MDNI OR ILL HUNT YOUR PETTY ASSES. m.list

monkey d. luffy:

❤️monkey d. luffy knew — from the bottom of his heart — that you were the girl of his dreams. there was no doubt about that. the way you smiled at him, the way you pouted when he would annoy you, the way you happened to lecture him when he would act reckless. you were his, no doubt. ❤️but holy fucking shit. looking at you all bleary-eyed and tongue-tied, he almost felt his heart rip him apart whole. looking up at him with such a desperate look that it almost knocked the wind right of his lungs and replaced the air he breathed with something much more sinister. what did you want of him? he was all yours from the very start. ❤️covered in sheen, strands of jet-black clung to his forehead and his heavy breath fanned over you spent face. his cock had stayed buried within you despite painting your walls white a few minutes prior. despite making you cum twice already. shifting his weight on his elbows, he bent down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your pretty face. and as he felt weak nails breaking the skin of his biceps, his eyes met yours, "what's wrong, peach?" "l-luff," your voice stuttered, and he almost grinned at the the sweet falsetto, "hm?" "'nother round, please?" ❤️and how could monkey d. luffy say no to the girl of his dreams? grinning ear to ear, his larger palm intertwined against your weak ones. bringing you dainty palm up to his lips, he pressed down a messy kiss just as his hips pistoned into your cushiony heat, "ah ah, luffy. fuck—" "shh." a delirious smile on his face, lust-induced haze in his eyes, and your name on his lips, "don't need'ta say twice, baby."

roronoa zoro:

💚as a swordsman, roronoa zoro revered himself to be a man that could mask all emotions, all calculations behind a stoic look-of-stone. but were you so well-versed in him that you could read his mind? seemed like that since you were begging for the very thing he was ready to give. "zo." you looked over your shoulder, a stern twinge in your words despite your trembling lips and teary eyes, "again, please." "ha-hah, again?" his thumb circled your twitching clit, enjoying the way you squirmed under him with every wicked swipe over your overstimulated cunt. faux concern on his tongue, he teased you, "think you can handle it?" "yes. another round, please." bobbing your head up and down so fast, looking back at him with such raw emotion that he felt a lump in his heart where you were. fuck, why did you have to be so pretty? 💚snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his heady words accompanied the frenzied touches across your swollen clit, "might regret it later when you can't walk." "i don' care, zo— want you." you whined, your sweet voice so close to his ears. and who does he think he is that he can say no to you? nothing. he's a fool at your hands, always. 💚 and you should really be careful what you wished for. because as the swordsman dragged his tip all the way out just to push it right back in all of a sudden jolted you forward. your moans muffled as you bit down the pillow, "s-slow down, zo— ngh fu—" "c'mon," he purred, words strained as he tried to maintain whatever sanity he had, "you asked for this."

vinsmoke sanji:

he has a nosebleed as soon as you call out his name in that weak voice of yours but let's pretend he's got game. 💙vinsmoke sanji treated you like you were glass in battles. scared of out his wits that one wayward shove, one reckless pull and you would shatter. but what a fucking hypocrite he was! becausr right now, he was the one wrecking you. experienced fingers curling within your plushy heat, his tongue toying with your swollen clit as his eyes watched the woman over him fall apart. "hah, fuck." you panted, walls clenching around his fingers dangerously as nectar pooled from your divine body down his greedy throat. he almost felt himself come undone as your feeble voice called out his name. 💙he knew the routine by now. vinsmoke sanji would lap away at you like a man starve as you will try to pry him off by squirming and pulling his hair. in retaliation, he would grab your thighs harder and continue eating you out till you cried out his name loud enough for everyone to hear. simple enough, right? 💙but right now as he looked up at you, he didn't find you clenching your eyes and trying to pry him off. instead, you met his eyes with a hungry glint. reddened, kiss-bitten lips commanding him, "sanji, again." "hm?" his eyes widened, and as he pulled back, your slick shined on his lips and jaw. he looked up, grinning like the devil, "what did you say, my love?" at his sudden inspection, your throat closed up. voice growing weak, feeble, "a-again?" he answered by sinking his face back against your heat. and the last thing you heard before you lost all semblance of sanity was a rough rumble of, "again."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD, IM LEGIT GOING OUT WITH FRIENDS IN LIKE 2 MINS AND I NEEDED TO POST THIS BEFORE I LEAVE AAAAAH anyways. ahem, ahem. am i ever gonna get tired of these men? no. so, just enjoy. okay, a genuine question: should i add ace, law to my usual roster [i.e. the monster trio]? i love writing ace so i'm just finding excuses lmaoo and with law, i think it'll give me good practice before i transition into long fics for him. let me know what you think lol. credits: @rookthornesartistry for the dividers! tagging: @mist-ixx [let me know if you'd like to be in the taglist!] m.list

[wonryllis]

ⓘ SIM JAEYUN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE.

❪ 🕸️ ❫────𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁!

( NOTES. ) where you are JAKE SIM'𝓼 MJ. fluff, suggestive in some places fem!centered. lowercase intded. 2040wc. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠 requests are open. happy new year guys!

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS WOULD BE REALLY APPRECIATED!

now playing. sunflower by post malone, stay by justin beiber.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who first notices you when you knock out his target with your tote bag because you saw him running from the neighborhood hero. immediately catching his attention with your cute face and fiercely aggressive yet again cute anger. gods knows what was in that bag, or maybe it was the angle or the way you swung it, he thinks back on it calculating shit to make it make sense and it does but nevertheless you're still cute and awesome.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who accidentally finds the little bookstore you work part-time at every monday, wednesday and fridays. always hovering around the area on the said days coincidentally exactly during the hours of your shift.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who sometimes changes out of his suit in the alleyways nearby into his nerd get up to drop by at your bookstore and always look for books that you don't happen to have as he asks at the frontdesk and you reply with your sweet smile and your sweet voice that's he finds himself getting addicted to.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who later finds out you go to his university and have been in his chem class for two years but he hasn't ever noticed you? well that's because he started being the friendly little hero just the week you transferred having no other focus than his newfound superpowers. it's a shame he thinks he could be celebrating his two year anniversary with you right now but in reality you don't even know his name.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who as stalkerish as it sounds has pictures of you in his phone, candid clicks in the bookstore to you clad in your labcoat in chem. a whole folder in his laptop where he has planned it all out how he's going to win your heart.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who loves coming in to save you at the right time and how the bad side happens to go for you even though you haven't become his woman yet. not that he'll let you know he's the one behind the mask it's too dangerous if others were to find out you were associated with the man himself and aim for you. he can't risk losing you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who kind of becomes friends with you in his superhero disguise but still a stranger as jake. and it's all because of the numerous saves where he flirts with you shamelessly after defeating the enemy. "don't you think it's too much of a coincidence how i always come for your rescue?" hanging upside down at your face right after knocking out the black hat, "i think it's destiny," lowering the pitch of his voice as he moves even closer.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who now drops by in your bookstore in his suit for a quick flirt and who hopelessly stares at you across the room in uni wondering when it'll be jake's turn and not the friendly neighborhood spiderman.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who gets caught while staring and confronted by an uncomfortable you whether there's something he needs. and who has his clumsy ass exposed the same night when he's fighting right outside your window, his mask getting pulled off by the monster. his wide eyes looking straight at you like a deer caught in headlights as you realize it all. fuck, it's all over.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who gets hit and punched more than usual because he thinks he's lost his chance with you, but having his world blown over when you let him in, more like invite and clean off his wounds for him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who can't keep his eyes off the tiny pajama set you have on but he also can't do anything because now he has an identity you know of, a face you'll either love or hate. no longer be able to hide behind his mask to hit on you. truly his feelings show on his face, in his eyes, the way they stay stuck on the plush of your thighs, on the fallen strap of your top as you stand between his legs, hand on his jaw holding it up while you apply the ointment on the corner of his lips. "what were you thinking? you never got beaten this bad!" "you don't wanna know," oh how hot you are when you scold him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who thinks he's in utopia with how you had no trouble accepting him as spiderman. even seeming more interested than ever. but no he will not get his hopes up yet.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who dies and ascends to heaven when he comes back to say goodnight and you pull down his mask to leave a kiss on his lips, "goodnight," "w-what?" "i'll see you in chem tomorrow, hm?" "yeah? yeah, right goodnight,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who calls you his sunflower eversince, assuming you've that kind of a situationship. his symbol of faith, positivity and hope. his corner of peace in his topsy-turvy life.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who takes you on unofficial swing dates, his mind travelling places when your body presses into his as you hold on for dear life. it's hot though the way he shoots the spider-web and swings. but it's even hotter when you're sitting in his room watching him work on upgrading his high tech suit and web formulae.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who goes "you have something here," pointing at a spot besides your lips before leaning in and leaving a soft kiss there then moving towards your lips in a pepper of more each getting convulsively harsher.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who tucks your hair behind your ear when they fall into your eyes as you speak. listening to each and everything you say and the way your lips move and your hair frames your face.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who buys you gifts and leaves them in the bookstore with short little sweet notes. who takes selfies of him in his suit half up in the air mid-swing and updates you about his day. "hey sunflower, im on my way to find this new flying green elf they say has been going around causing trouble, i'm so excited!" his voice notes sound with a quick hey watch out! or something in background as he almost falls off in the middle of the road texting you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who videocalls you at night and watches you fall asleep as he repairs his fight damaged suits, smiling at the sight of your pouty lips and the way your cheeks squish against the pillow when you snuggle into it, wishing it was him instead.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who short-circuits and malfunctions when you find the secret folder in his laptop looking through his perfect plan to win you. but what can he do, he admits he had grown obsessed with you before he even knew it himself. "uh just, well it all worked out anyway, i didn't really have to do any of that," "just so you know, i liked you well enough as spiderman and jake. i somewhat did have some idea that you were spiderman,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who sometimes arrives at 'dates' hours later because "hey, sorry sunflower im running just a little late, there's a bit of traffic," speaking into the phone as he hangs on a bus mid-fight. which he actually got into while looking for wild flowers for you near the river and the villain spotted him clad in his red & blue attire after he escaped the last time owing to some defects in his suit,"jake are those sirens?" "no?" "where are you?" "five blocks away, four, three actually just gimme me two minutes i'll be there!"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who does unexpected things to save you because you always jump in when you see him being pushed into a corner. his web sticking to the bottom of your top as he pulls you to him, hands going around your waist,"i'm gonna throw you out the window now," "wha-" before he's swinging you out. chill he'll shoot the web to help you down.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE as much as he loves you, is tired of you insisting to tag along because baby you're in too much danger in the main area "i'm coming with you!" "no you're not!" "jake!" though he loves how you want to be there for him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who once ends up fighting a monster in the corridors of the uni and later has to hide from the others but can't seem to find the place for it when you come to the rescue and drag him into a janitor's closet in the corner. "you just kissed me," "i know" "jake we're literally hiding to save your ass," "i just couldn't help it. sorry." having your own little seven minutes in heaven in there.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who drops into your balcony at night with the excuse that's his web liquid finished or whatever that is and that he can't take the bus or the cab or walk home. ending up in your bed cuddled together after a messy makeout session. or sometimes knocking against your window all wound up, feeling slightly guilty when you wince and worry while cleaning the cuts and bruises,"are you okay? does it hurt a lot?" "m used to it," "please be careful, i hate it when you get like this," but boy his mind's somewhere else again, leaning in to kiss you, lips falling to your jaw and trailing down to the crook of your neck when you dodge it on the lips. "jake, you're injured!" "i'm sorry, sunflower. just gimme a kiss it gives me strength," "you better rip apart that lizard next time i can't see you like this," "yes love, i promise, now-" his lips capturing yours in a hard suck.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who does the iconic peter gwen kiss on the rooftop the night he has dinner with your parents after they catch you two in your room. "do you think your dad likes me?" "not too sure about that, but he'll have to deal with it, i'm not leaving you,"

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who randomly picks you up from the streets after pinging you a quick text and swings you to these special spots no one can get, high up in the air to show you the little arrangements he makes with his webs. "jake! what was that!" "didn't you get my message?" "i did but i didn't know you'd just grab me like that!" "did you like it though?" ... "yes i did," big smooch

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who even after all this is shit ton scared that'll you'll drop him if he asks you to be official. also afraid of the fact that being with him would put you in constant danger. isolating himself away from you to think it through and somewhere in him mind weighing it out that he's better out of your life than in it. it's all fun and games when it's the romance but what when you're used as his weakness?

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who has a deadly fight with the green goblin, you getting dragged into it and being attacked against before he uses all of his last strengths to defeat the villain and save you a second over death.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who realizes that at this point being without him would cost him the life of both you and him. he's too in love with you and you're too in love with him to stay apart. you're the safest by his side where he can see you and save you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who after the said deadly fight, the worst in his superhero career, at the verge of passing out holds onto you, hands cupping your cheeks and foreheads leaning against each other, eyes closed and deep breaths after a long kiss,"can i be your boyfriend?" SPIDERMAN!JAKE who asks to be the one for you.

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Ideally, Dick would be able to keep the viewpoint a secret from Dean until they were standing there. He'd actually toyed with the idea, asking Dean to wear a blindfold or something and guiding him all the way there. But at the same time, it wouldn't be difficult to pull a mild bait-and-switch on him. After all, Wayne Tower did have a public observation floor, given that it was still the tallest building in the city; the penthouse just happened to be a few floors above that, with a private rooftop patio and pool that made for an even better vantage point.

Plus there was nothing that said he couldn't do the driving. Dean loved his car - and with good reason - but Dick was quietly proud of his own vehicle, given he'd built the Nightbird himself from the ground up, and then of course there were any number of cars he could steal borrow from Bruce if he really wanted to. When he pulled up in front of Dean's cabin, though, it was in his own car, currently in muscle-car mode, her dark blue paint glimmering in the late afternoon sun. Leaning back in the driver's seat he fired off a text to the hunter.

[Text: Ash] You ready? [Text: Ash] Don't worry, I promise. No gargoyles. We'll be taking an elevator.

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Happy (Belated) Birthday, Jason! It's an older book, by several years, though it still looks pretty much pristine. An adventure novel, part of a series Jason loved - or had, at one point. Whether he still does now Dick has no idea. Maybe. It's probably pointless, he knows, to gift Jason a copy of a book that came out years ago - the year of his death, in fact - but…well, Dick had bought it originally as a birthday gift for him. It had just come out then, Alfred had told him how much Jason was looking forward to it, and thus it had been intended to be an olive branch, an attempt for him to try and actually be the big brother he should have been. But he'd never gotten to gift it. That fucking clown had seen to that. Dick's not even sure why he's kept it all these years, with its jaunty little inscription 'to Little Wing, fly high!' with the date of what should have been Jason's 16th birthday, and he's almost certain it's going to end up thrown at his head or donated to a library rather than kept, but… Well, better it gets donated than keep living on his own bookshelf, right? And thus it gets wrapped up in dark blue paper, tied with a silver bow, and set on the coffee table in the cabin's living room along with a chocolate mousse cupcake with a single red candle in it. Dick's actually just about to see himself out, figuring he might as well just drop things off before Jason gets back; just his luck Jason's faster than he is. "…Happy birthday." It's just barely not a question.

He’s not sure why it surprises him that Dick remembers it’s his birthday, but it does. Enough so that he freezes in the doorway with his leather jacket halfway off, looks up only to blink at the man that should’ve been his brother. It takes a second for his brain to reboot, for him to get his shit together and actually make his way into the cabin, shutting the door behind him. He finishes pulling off his jacket, throws it over the back of the couch. “…Thanks,” he says, like Dick saying those two words didn’t just completely throw him.

Then he catches sight of what’s on the coffee table and, once again, his brain grinds to a halt. A cupcake, a little wrapped gift. He frowns, brow furrowing. “What’s that?” Stupid question, it’s fairly obvious what it is, but what it is just doesn’t make sense.

Yes, it’s his birthday, and yes, they’ve been inching their way towards a better relationship at a snail’s pace, but why the heck would Dick get him a birthday gift? He barely knows the man Jason is now, what would he even think to get him?

Then again, Claire barely knows him and she managed to nail it with a solid one out of three.

He doesn’t move from where his feet have grown roots through the floorboards, but judging from the shape and size of the gift, Jason’s betting on a book. He can’t help but be curious as to what Dick thinks he’ll like, wonder if Dean maybe set this up, suggested something to him. “Do I need to be worried about there being potatoes in that cupcake?”

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Jason shrugged. Yeah, he asked Dean right before they needed to leave. That way, if he did get turned down—not that he thought Dean would do it maliciously, but he could’ve had other plans—he could leave straight away and not look like he was running away with his tail tucked between his legs, off to lick his wounds in private.

There was nothing wrong with a strategic retreat, but that didn’t mean Jason liked doing it.

Snorting, he started toward the garage. “Pushy,” he teased. He gave Dean a sideways glance, a brow raised, lips twitching. “Can I drive the Impala? Since I’m the one that knows where we’re going?” The answer would be no, of course. Jason had no doubts about that. Dean might just love that car more than he loved them. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to ask anyways.

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Jason squints at Eddie, completely baffled. His grip tightens on the gun as his mind scrambles to make sense of the situation. Chili—he can smell it now. The guy’s talking about chili. Like it’s just a normal Tuesday for him. Like this is some kind of sitcom misunderstanding instead of a hostage situation.

He drags a hand down his face, trying to shove some of the exhaustion out of his system so he can think straight. It doesn’t work. “What the actual fuck is happening right now?” he mutters, glaring at Eddie like maybe that’ll force him to make sense.

Because he’s still moving slowly, deliberately, hands visible at all times like he’s somehow the reasonable one here. Like Jason’s the one out of line for holding him at gunpoint. And yeah, maybe he is actually making chili, apparently, but that’s not the point. The point is, who the hell breaks into someone’s place to make chili?

His jaw tightens, the incredulity he feels practically radiating off of him. “You’re serious,” he finally says, half questioning and half statement, because he honestly doesn’t know what else to say. “You’re really worried about your damn chili right now?” Because not stirring his chili isn’t going to burn down the cabin. Maybe the chili itself will burn, but a fire’s not gonna spread because of it. It’d take a lot of skill (or lack thereof) to set chili on fire.

Jason’s competent enough in the kitchen that he knows that much.

The gun lowers slightly, though it’s still trained on Eddie, as Jason lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh. He does not have the mental bandwidth to be dealing with this right now. “Fine. Whatever. Stir your stupid chili. But you try anything and I will blow out your kneecaps, I swear to god.”

He gestures toward the stove with the gun. “Must be some damn good chili if it’s worth getting shot for,” he huffs, annoyed and confused and tired and already just so very done with today.

Seriously, he feels like he’s in a goddamn fever dream, what the hell?

a snort leaves him when he's called on his offer of food. he hadn't really thought about it like that but the kid did make a good point. he should have really assumed that that would have been the response that he was going to get. but it had honestly been a genuine offer. "I guess I should have said; I'm in the middle of making food. it's going to burn if you don't let me go deal with it. and if the cabin burns down because you held me hostage, Dean's never gonna forgive either of us."

so at this point Jason could shoot him if that was what he wanted to do. but Eddie wasn't about to burn his best friends home down because of some kid's tantrum. he'd dealt with Claire enough that this was nothing now.

with his hands still up, he moves towards the stove. making sure that Jason could see the pot that was on the stove simmering away. sure that if the kid took two seconds outside of the thought of shooting him, he'd smell the chili that was cooking at the moment.

"so… you can shoot me. or you can let me stir the pot and watch it while we wait for Dean."

Jason could think what he wanted about him. could think he was an idiot and an asshole if he wanted. it didn't effect Eddie much. more and better people had thought worse and less of him.

so the ball was really in Jason's court now.

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@normaltothemax sent Jason to apologize OwO

Jason's shifting his weight, hands deep in his pockets, not making eye contact—very clearly uncomfortable being here. But he has to do this. Not just to get Dean off his back, but because he owes it to Dick. Because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to live with himself if Dick…if Dick offs himself because of what Jason said. Because he hates giving in to the Pit like that and he has to be better than what it turns him into. He has to. He doesn’t even make it past the doorway before blurting out, “I’m sorry.” Wincing, his gaze darts up to Dick, before guiltily away again. “I didn’t…I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t—” I didn’t mean to. He shakes his head, bites the words back, because, “There’s no excuse. I was mad and scared and I knew saying that would hurt you so I said it. But I didn’t mean it.” His shoulders have steadily been creeping upwards the entire time he’s been speaking, but his eyes finally meet Dick’s. “I didn’t mean it, Dick. I’m sorry.”

Dick hasn't really been keeping track of the time since he woke up in Dean's cabin. It hasn't really mattered much. He's been eating, sort of - it's mechanical, nibbling at whatever's on the plates Dean puts on his lap, but it's still eating - and he's been sleeping, and aside from that there hasn't been a whole lot to do.

Except think.

It's too quiet up here. There's no ambient noise, no sound to break the silence that weighs on him constantly, nothing to pull his thoughts out of the darkness that surrounds them. It's so quiet, in fact, that even the smallest sounds stand out, which is why the soft shuffle of footsteps in the door have him looking up.

He's expecting to see Dean. Why shouldn't he? No one else comes out here.

He's not expecting Jason to be standing there at all, much less looking ashamed.

It actually gets the first true response he's had since the last time they spoke, Dick actually lifting his head off the pillows and sitting up as best he can. The apology has him staring in mute confusion, not least because Jason looks like he's expecting some kind of blow or punishment when he finally looks up.

For a long moment Dick lets the silence hang between them again, not sure what to say to an apology he never expected, before finally speaking in the quiet monotone that is all he has the energy for these days. "…You were right. I had no business being out there. I knew better. I just…didn't care. There was too much…too much lost…"

He shakes his head. None of this is Jason's fault, not even a little. "I broke the Code…lost the circus…lost the 'haven…so many dead…because of me…" His eyes meet Jason's briefly, tired and full of a soul-deep pain. "Lost you…but I lost you years ago…and that was my own fault, too. You don't…have to apologize to me, Jason…"

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Last of Us (Show) Starters ❝ you keep your eyes on me. and don’t look anywhere else. ❞ (jason m&m)

Jason remembered dying the first time. Remembered what it felt like. The pain and the cold and the nothingness. He was strange mix of them, now, laying there, struggling to breathe on the cool, hard ground. Somewhere between feeling cold and feeling nothing at all, all that pain still lingering.

Those weren’t the worst parts about dying, though.

No, the worst part was the fear.

The fear of knowing it was all coming to an end, that he was going to die and it was going to hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. That Dean couldn’t do anything to stop it. There wasn’t time. Jason was hurt far too badly, had lost far too much blood. It wouldn’t matter if Dean broke the sound barrier driving, Jason wouldn’t make the trip.

But it was okay, because this time, Jason wasn’t alone.

This time, someone had made in time.

This time, his dad was here with him.

His grip on Dean’s hand was weak, but he held on stubbornly, not willing to give up the contact if he could help it. “N-no—” Blood speckled his lips and chin as he coughed, the harsh sound tearing up his throat. “No deals,” he choked out. “N-no…no deals.” Jason didn’t want that. He didn’t want Dean throwing away his life for him. He didn’t want to be brought back if it would cost him the very best thing he had. “P-promise.”

Promise him, Dean.

He was fading fast, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dean if he’d tried. Not that he would. Jason wanted that comfort, he wanted that feeling of safety, even if he knew it wasn’t real. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last.

But his eyelids were growing heavy. It didn’t hurt anymore—he remembered this, knew it was time—and he was so very tired. His eyes slipped closed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “S’okay.” It was okay. Dean was here. The last words he spoke were a mumbled, “Love you,” Jason needing Dean to know that, before he gave in and let the darkness take him.

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Is that what you think? Jason didn’t respond, he just waited. Because of course, that was what he thought. Nothing else made sense. Jason must have finally found that invisible line he couldn’t come back from, must have finally done something Bruce couldn’t forgive, must have finally broken the condition for Bruce’s ‘unconditional’ love.

Bruce hated older him, and that was why he wasn’t allowed back at the Cave, and why they weren’t going to Bruce for help. And it hurt. It hurt so badly, but if Dean just told him what he’d done wrong, maybe Jason could fix it. He could stop himself from ever making that mistake and everything would be fine.

Dean was asking for his trust, and while Jason didn’t trust him—he didn’t know him, had only just met him recently, how could he possibly actually trust him?—he didn’t have many other choices. Or any other choices.

Dick trusted Dean enough to leave Jason alone with him, and Jason trusted Dick. He supposed he could extend that trust to Dean. Just a little, and only for now, but he could.

I don’t lie to you, kid, he said, and that sure sounded super fake, but whatever. Jason would just have to deal. Dean said he didn’t want Dick knowing about what he was about to say (and that was either the truth, or the man was a fantastic liar), and that would have to be enough.

His brow furrowed in confusion when Dean started off with something that had nothing to do with Bruce. “I just haven’t hit my growth spurt, yet,” he huffed, a little annoyed at being called short. But to hear he’d end up taller than Dick was a surprise. He’d heard Dr. Leslie talking to Bruce, picked up on words like malnutrition and stunted growth. They didn’t think he’d wind up all that tall, as an adult, and he was fine with that, as long as he didn’t stay this shrimpy forever. But taller than Dick? He couldn’t even imagine.

Immediately, he opened his mouth to argue, when Dean said Bruce didn’t hate him, because what other reason was there? It snapped shut again when Dean gave one. Jason…was mad at Bruce? “I’m twelve, you can say ‘fuck’,” he muttered absently, turning everything over in his mind. Bruce did something. Something that made older Jason so angry that, knowing himself, he’d probably pitch one hell of a fit if he found himself in the Cave when things were back to normal. It was hard to accept, because yeah, Bruce messed up sometimes, but it was almost always because he was trying to care in some weird, ass-backwards way. And yeah, it made Jason angry sometimes, but it was never anything so bad that Jason would hate getting his help with something this big, that badly. It didn’t make sense.

And then Dean was saying even more random shit that didn’t have anything to do with anything, and Jason’s frown only deepened. “…I’m not Robin anymore?” Dick said Dean knew the Secret, so it was okay to talk about it. And he’d sort of figured that much, already, given what he’d been wearing when he wound up in his older self’s place, but having it confirmed still sucked in a major way. Did Bruce fire him? Was that why Jason was angry with him?

“…’Least his uniform now is better than it was. ‘S not showin’ off half his fuckin’ chest. That vee practically went down to his damn bellybutton.” He scoffed, turning back to the vegetables to try and deal with the thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head without having to look at Dean. “Stupid. ‘S just givin’ people a bigger target to shoot at. And he’s still basically wearin’ spandex! At least mine’s got body armor.”