#✦ verse: masks & monsters

[therebetterbepie]

- a thing for @starboipersona

--- after talking to tim dean felt a lot better. seeing that kid awake and alive with his own eyes lifted an immense weight off his heart. he just stepped out of the room and shut the door behind ben a few moments ago. with tim awake the question became, what did they do now? he lost a lot of blood and so it wasn't like that was done and over with at this point. it seemed like they weren't the only ones with that question and he wasn't surprised to see tim's best friend...maybe more? dean wasn't entirely sure what they had going on but all he knew was that it wasn't a surprise to see kon milling around close by, clearly spinning his wheels like he didn't know what he was doing.

"hey," dean approached the young super with a tired expression but still a slight smile. "you doin' alright? there's sandwiches and snacks and stuff if you're hungry," he offered. while tim was still out dean and eddie made a quick run for coffee and food and there was a pile of it on the table in the lobby. it was needed. "i'm sure this is a lot to take in. hell, i don't think i've fully processed it and i was part of it," he admitted. "but uh...hell shit ain't -- you know what lemme try this again." he huffed out a soft singular laugh. "i'm glad you're here for tim. i wish that we were meetin' a different way but it is good to meet you. i've heard a lot about you from tim so you know, nice to put a face to the name and all."

[dramatisperscnae]

[It's Dickie's birthday!]

@thecrimsonhelmet

“’Wing.” Red Hood is just going to appear beside Nightwing on the edge of the skyscraper (though he’s sure Dick knew he was there the whole time). With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he regards the other for a moment, before jerking his head to the side. “C’mon. Quit your brooding—I got something I want you to see.” Or rather, some people for him to meet. If anything will cheer him up on his birthday, it’s a bunch of little kids he can show off to, right?

He's been in no mood for company for weeks. Not since Claire had handed him that breakup letter. Not since the bottom dropped out of his world. Again. Hell, if he hadn't been asked to keep an eye on Claire and Jason - and if he didn't have to keep an eye on Bruce - he'd have left Gotham entirely by now.

Not like there's much to keep him here, right?

Honestly he doesn't even remember what day it is, sitting atop one of the buildings in Gotham's Financial District. It doesn't really matter, does it? One day's pretty much like another. Get up, go over case notes, go on patrol, go home, rinse, repeat…it keeps him moving, at any rate.

It's the soft crunch of boots on concrete that alerts him to Jason's presence, even before the other speaks. Dick turns his head slightly in acknowledgement but doesn't say anything. The invitation, though - or instruction, whichever - has him actually looking up in vague confusion. Something for him to see? Must be major; the Red Hood doesn't usually fraternize with anyone connected to Batman, after all.

Still, Dick gets to his feet and nods; faster to actually go see what's got Jason actually coming to find him than waste time with questions, 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?

[mad-hunts]

and if i told you all that, in the universe that gerard way came up for batman (called kingdom of the mad), the way that barton's bio dad ended up dying was BC barton accidentally killed him in a fit of rage... what would you all say (also, his father was alive + still doing the whole 'hunting trips' thing with him until he was thirteen years old, so he's even more significantly effected by his father's influence. yeahhh... as you all may be able to tell, i've been thinking about this a lot LOL)

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Tumblr Text Posts “ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”

“I think we’ve already established that, for a while there, I had more than a few screws loose,” he deadpans, the helmet’s voice modulator making the words even more toneless. Jason would take the helmet off, but that right there is kind of his current predicament. It’s bashed up just enough and in just the right way that the latches are completely useless.

And it turns out that when he took all the C-4 out of his helmets way back when, he missed one of the spares. Trying to take it off without using the proper latching mechanisms will blow his head clean off.

Fucking figures this would come back to bite him in the ass.

God, if the helmet doesn’t kill him, Dean absolutely will.

Considering how difficult it’ll be to rewire the thing while he’s wearing it, Jason needs help. So, he’d explained everything to Tim, thinking he’d get a less severe reaction from him than he would Dick. So far, it’s looking like he thought wrong. He huffs, rolls his eyes. “Look, I meant to take it out of them all ages ago.” Dean already read him the riot act for it, thank you very much. “Clearly I missed one. It wasn’t intentional—I don’t actually have a death wish.” Most days, at least. “So are you gonna help or not?”

@batstalked (x)

[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

[therebetterbepie]

--- "no, i didn't mean it like that," he promised with a weak smile. "i just mean you were just ready to make that hard choice like everyone else had around you. not to fit in but because you knew that was your moment, like it was there's, 'cause you've seen this shit way too many times before." but he listened as tim went on to explain the rest. about how life was for him every night as a vigilante, about how he had survivors guilt, and how everything in the last couple days had passed. it was clear that it really had been a hard choice, not that dean thought it was easy. he knew what it was like to weigh your life in your hands and decide if you were ready to risk it, or worse, give it up completely. and he knew tim would have planned for the worst case scenario because that was what the bats did. that was why the others were in the graveyard. somebody there in case they didn't take out the gate. it hit dean in that moment that while tim admitted he was scared in the car, he must have really been terrified and it made dean ache thinking it. "you shoulda road with eddie," he sighed out, thinking at least he knew. but that didn't really matter now. "i'm just sorry it came down to this, bud. you know i never wanted that for you. i know you did what you felt like you had to but i just...i'll always wish that went different."

as soon as tim started tearing up dean turned to lean up against the bed with him and slipped his arm around his shoulders to hang onto him. it wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear, he wasn't surprised that there was something between kon and tim, but the confession and tim's timing were. dean blew out a breath because he could see why tim was upset and scared. that did have to be rough on kon, but the way that kid held and protected tim was pretty telling as well. "i don't think he's pissed at you for the reason you think he is," dean spoke out calmly and rubbed a hand up and down his arm. it wasn't that hard for him to put himself in kon's shoes but confession or not that was still his best friend. "i'm sure he ain't super happy about the timing, don't get me wrong, but if i was kon...i'd just be pissed you didn't tell me anything. like i was pissed at eddie. before you woke up we had a little...talk. and by talk i mean i blew up at him and acted like a real asshole. don't work yourself up, we're fine. but you just gotta let kon...feel his feelings." he rubbed at the back of his neck as he said it. "there's no way he's gonna hate you, even for this. when you care about someone that much you know it's gonna be okay. it's been a rough day on him but as soon as everyone else gets a chance to see you, i bet he'll be right back in here. you'll see. you're just tradin' your survivor's guilt in for somethin' else here. that's all."

a sort of soggy laugh leaves him as Dean talked about his take on what Tim had just said. it would have been amusing how much gets lost in translation sometimes. Tim can only shake his head softly and wipe his nose with the back of the hand sans IV. "you make it sound like i did it to fit in," he snorts. "for most of us… when you pick up the whole vigilante thing you have to accept that every night could be your last. right place wrong time. wrong place wrong time. for me a line could have snapped. the wall could have given way. there's so much that could go wrong at all times. and it did, don't get me wrong. so much in my life went wrong… but it --- it's survivors guilt, i guess. i was always the last one standing. so it wasn't like it was my time to shine. it was just… 'oh. this is it. this is where i have to look death in the face and choose.' i didn't want to. i wanted something else to jump out and say there's another way. that's why i kept going over my notes the whole way here… but there wasn't another way."

and he hates that he had to put them all through it. because he knows what it's like to be the one standing there helpless. to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces. hell, he was still in pieces from everything that happened in his life. but he was putting himself together slowly. it helped that he was surrounded by people who didn't push him away when they cut themselves on a sharp edge. they just helped him wear it down and moved onto the next. this wasn't a 'team' built on secrets and contingencies plans.

the untethered hand wipes at his face. annoyed with himself that he couldn't keep himself together long enough not to keep crying. "i… i told him and then i slit my own throat. i made him listen to my heart stop after telling him that i loved him… i wouldn't be so sure on the not hating me front. i'd hate me." he did hate himself for it. but fear made you do stupid things in the heat of the moment. even if it was a horrible excuse. "all… all i could think about was when he'd died. and how i'd never get the chance to tell him. but then he came back and i didn't want to fuck it up so i… i still didn't tell him. and then this happened and i just -- i couldn't potentially die for good and not tell him. and i get why he's pissed. it was pretty shitty of me to do."

as much as Tim hopes that this is a situation that they can get through. he doesn't want to get his hopes up either. just because Kon said that he loved him too doesn't mean that what he'd done wont be too much for Kon to get past.

there was still a chance that he'd fucked everything up.

[normaltothemax]

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?”

@dramatisperscnae

[milkfordragons]

Will Graham's psyche: what's true and what's false.

Empathy disorder? More like killer-empathy disorder, since Will only ever connects with killers, or, in rare cases, with victims who stir something personal in him (like Peter). The show presents Will as highly empathetic, yet this remains one of its greatest deceptions.

Will never truly empathizes with anyone who hasn’t killed or doesn’t possess the latent capacity for it. His empathy is entirely selective, drawn only to those he already perceives as reflections of himself.

What Will actually engages in, more than anything, is Verdrängung (repression in the psychoanalytic sense). He does not lack awareness of his own violent urges; rather, he buries them under layers of moral justification, allowing himself to indulge in them under the guise of righteousness. His role as an investigator grants him a socially sanctioned outlet for his fantasies, transforming them into something not just acceptable but *honorable*. This is why, when Hannibal suggests he quit, Will so forcefully asserts, “I save people!” He clings to that rationale, not because it’s true, but because it keeps his self-image intact.

And yet, why didn’t he quit? He had more than enough reasons—moral, emotional, even physical...but he never did. How much of the blame can we really place on Jack Crawford? At what point does Jack stop being a selfish manipulator and become just another one of Will’s scapegoats? Will doesn’t leave because he lives for this. He is obsessed with the euphoric sensation that his overactive imagination provides when he immerses himself in the mind of a killer.

For those unfamiliar, what Will is actually doing is a form of self-hypnosis. He’s not gifted with it (he is with an active imagination) he has trained himself, evidenced by his use of an induction method (the pendulum). This isn’t some innate ability; it’s a learned skill. He explicitly states that he is well-versed in psychology and “knows all the tricks,” so it’s not surprising that hypnosis is the one thing he allows Hannibal to perform on him. Unlike traditional talk therapy, which he resists, hypnosis is effective in his concept.

Will had likely been fantasizing about killing for a long time, which explains his career choices. Becoming a cop offered him the opportunity to kill while maintaining moral superiority. When he claims he was “unable to shoot” and subsequently quit, the question arises: was he truly incapable because he’s a good guy, or was it something else? A failure to act not out of moral hesitation, but out of something more physiological, as a man who cannot perform sexually when too overwhelmed by the anticipation of actualizing his fantasies?

Observe his expressions as he emerges from his crime scene inductions: rapture, exhilaration. He is high on the experience. His repression is so severe that his desires manifest in his dreams, yet even there, his reactions betray him—he doesn’t wake in terror, but in euphoria. “I’ve never felt more alive,” he confesses after killing Randall Tier. That wasn’t fear or disgust speaking...it was pleasure.

This is why he becomes obsessed with killing Hannibal. Who else could he kill with his bare hands and still be perceived as the hero? The slayer of monsters? But Hannibal is not just any killer, he is the embodiment of Will’s own pleasure in causeless violence, the mirror of his most unthinkable desires.

Will represses (Verdrängt) Hannibal because to acknowledge what Hannibal represents, the raw, uninhibited joy of destruction, would be "too ugly a thought": that beneath the mask of righteousness, Will Graham does not simply understand monsters.

He is one.

When someone embodies a repressed individual's unconscious desires, their presence can trigger a crisis within the repressed person, forcing those buried impulses toward the surface. Freud describes repression (Verdrängung) as a process that doesn't eliminate desires but merely pushes them out of conscious awareness. However, when an external figure appears who openly embodies what the repressed person has spent their life denying, this creates a destabilizing effect.

The repressed individual may react in several ways:

Fascination and Obsession: They may feel inexplicably drawn to this person, seeing them as magnetic, intoxicating, or even fated. The unconscious recognizes a mirror of its own buried desires.

Rationalization and Projection: Instead of admitting their attraction, they might intellectualize their feelings, attributing their obsession to external factors ("I need to stop them," "I want to help them", in Will's case Abigail) or projecting onto the other person the very desires they refuse to own ("They're trying to manipulate me").

Moral Struggle and Hypocrisy: They may position themselves as morally superior or in opposition to the person, as if their role is to tame, punish, or save them. This dynamic allows them to engage with the repressed content while maintaining a socially acceptable self-image.

Compulsion to Destroy or Merge: In extreme cases, the person may oscillate between wanting to destroy the "other" and wanting to become them. The embodiment of the repressed can be seen as both a threat (because they expose the truth) and an object of desire (because they represent a forbidden completeness).

Will's relationship with Hannibal is a textbook case of this. Hannibal embodies Will’s repressed desires: violence without guilt, freedom from moral constraints, indulgence in his own darker nature. Rather than directly acknowledging this, Will frames his obsession as a battle between good and evil, between law and chaos. But his actions betray him: every choice he makes pulls him closer to Hannibal rather than away. His repression ensures that he cannot admit his true motives, even to himself, so he continually recasts his pursuit of Hannibal in socially acceptable terms—justice, survival, necessity—when in reality, he is drawn to him because Hannibal is his repressed self made flesh.

[thecrimsonhelmet]

~~~ "Oh you're the one with the helmet. But they call you "The Red Hood", right? Wildly confusing. Anyway, it's very cute that you all have your little themes. Let me guess, you have the power to tell when something is too cold, too hot or juuuuussst right?" (i can't decide on the jason so uno reverse dealer's choice lol)

Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. So his dad Dean ditched without a word, leaving behind a few goddamn notes, like that was anywhere near good enough, and Jason got to deal with this…imposter instead? This Twilight Zone version of the hunter, all smarmy and uppity and I’m-better-than-you? Bullshit. Absolute fucking bullshit.

Jason was sure as hell going to keep his helmet on for this interaction (and he prayed to whatever god was out there that it was a short one). He wasn’t about to give this jackass the satisfaction of seeing how young he really was.

“Funny,” he deadpanned, his helmet’s voice modulator making him sound even less amused than he already was. “No, really, I never heard that one before. Did you come up with that little nugget of comedy gold all by yourself, or do you have your own writers?” Unholstering one of his guns, he held it up to the light, inspected it for a moment, before he switched the safety off, cocked it, and let his arm fall back to his side, weapon still firmly in hand. “No powers. I’m just real good at shootin’ shit.” The threat was more than obvious, and very, very real.

@therebetterbepie

[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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[normaltothemax]

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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@therebetterbepie [from here]

[text: Ash] We've dealt with hell before. [text: Ash] I've made some calls. You might be hearing from a man named Jason Blood soon; he's the demonologist who helped with your pendant. He knows more about Hell and its workings than anyone else I know, and he lives in Gotham. [text: Ash] You might also hear from Zatanna Zatara and a man called Constantine, and possibly some others. A hell gate is no small thing, so I put the call out for all hands on deck. The magic-users I /don't/ know, Zatanna /does/, and this isn't the first time any of them have dealt with Hell trying to kick the door down to our plane of existence. You'll have help. You probably already do, but you'll have more. [text: Ash] Might as well get this over with fast, right?