#but the hero doesn't know that...

[autocrats-in-love]

Hi, do you have a snippet for prompt 321?

Prompt by. . .me (#321)

"Oh no," the hero said in horror. "What did I just do?"

They had just kissed the villain. Their sworn enemy. The person who they had vowed to bring to justice.

What's worse, they were already in a relationship.

The villain stared, amused. When would the hero realize that the villain and the hero's partner were the same person?

Falling Twice in Love

“This is terrible,” the hero said. “I have to call my partner. I can’t believe this.”

The villain didn’t say anything for a minute. How should they play this? Revealing themselves would be straightforward. But toying with the hero would be more fun. So. . .

“You’re with someone?” The villain said, aghast.

The hero shot the villain with a treacherous look. The villain recognized that look from home. Perhaps the hero realized that, as well, because guilt seemed to fill them all over again. They started pacing back and forth, rubbing their hands together. The pair were standing in a deserted stairwell. The villain had approached the hero, impressed at the obliviousness the hero still exhibited surrounding the villain’s secret identity. They had decided that, perhaps, a kiss would jog the hero’s memory. So they pulled the hero in by the collar. The hero had returned it, because it all felt so familiar. It was a kiss the pair had experienced hundreds of times before-- from lying in bed in the late morning, to reuniting after days apart. Apparently, that still wasn’t enough for the hero to put the pieces together. The villain sat down on the bottom stair, stretching their arms as they watched the hero panic.

“I can’t believe this,” the hero said. “I cheated.”

“Did you, though? I kissed you first.” The villain said.

The hero didn’t appear comforted by that fact. “I kissed you back.”

The villain shrugged. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“I do not want you. Shut up.”

The villain had to stop themselves from laughing. “I beg to differ.”

The hero tried to take deep breaths. Which the villain knew they were terrible at. Their pacing was always off. Usually, the villain helped. But that might be a dead giveaway. And the hero could figure out this mystery for themselves.

“Isn’t part of your job playing detective?”

The hero ignored the villain in favour of continuing to pace frantically. The villain felt a gust of wind every time the hero passed them. The villain reached out and touched the hero’s arm. The hero froze, staring down at where the villain’s fingers met their sleeve. It probably felt achingly familiar, in a way the hero couldn’t define. This was getting painful to watch.

“Are you a detective, or not?” The villain said.

The hero didn’t take their eyes off the villain’s hand. “Yeah. I solve crimes.”

The villain couldn’t tamp down the smile. They pulled their hand back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You must be pretty bad at your job, then.”

The hero blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The villain held their finger up. They reached into their pocket and pulled out a tube of lip balm. The same flavour they used at home. They popped off the cap--the hero had to dodge it--and applied it liberally. They looked to the hero for a reaction. The hero still didn’t seem to get the picture. The villain lowered their arm. A sigh escaped them. “You are so unobservant. How do you find criminals?”

“I don’t really need to find them. They come to me.”

“And kiss you.”

“This is the first time this has happened!” The hero shouted.

The villain stood up. The additional height from the step made them taller than the hero for once. The hero looked up, keeping unhappy eye contact. “Second time.”

The hero looked even more offended. “It is not-”

The villain leaned down and kissed the hero again. Softly. Making sure to transfer their lip balm. When they pulled back, the hero was furious. “I can’t believe. . .”

Their words died in their throat as they licked their lips. The flavour registered. The hero’s eyes lit up. The villain could hear the gears turning in their head. Could see the pieces sliding into place. The hero found the villain’s eyes again. “Step down.”

They backed up, giving the villain room to get eye level with them. The hero stared at the villain intently. Then they reached out and pulled their mask back. Their eyes filled with surprise. Then relief. Then rage.

“You asshole!” The hero said.

They punched the villain in the arm. The villain hissed. “Ow!”

“Why would you do this to me?” The hero said.

They peeled back their own mask. Their face had gotten redder with anger. The villain shrugged. “In my defense, I didn’t think you would go this long without figuring it out?”

“When did you figure it out?”

“Pretty much immediately. You’re not very subtle.”

The hero rubbed their temple the way they always did when the villain’s shenanigans got to be too much. “So, you’re a criminal?”

“You’re a cop,” The villain responded.

“No, I’m not! And I said I was a consultant for the police.”

“I said my company’s work was shady.”

The hero didn’t look appeased. “You didn’t tell me you were the one committing the crimes.”

“Oops.”

The hero sighed. They stared deeply at the villain. Then they pulled them into a hug. The villain hugged back. The hero pulled away and wiped their eyes. “We have to figure this out. You’re taking me out to dinner.”

The villain gave a military salute. “Yes, chief.”

“Shut up.”

The hero couldn’t keep the fondness from their voice. As they took the villain’s hand and let the pair out of the stairwell, the villain knew they would eventually be forgiven. 

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[dippingmytoesin]

The Realm's Greatest Actor

Danny didn't mean to lie. He really didn't. Or, well, he did. But he didn't want to! He had no choice.

He wasn't great at lying, but he was amazing at acting.

So that's what he did. He acted, playing the part of a thousand-year-old king stuck as a kid. It was easy because it wasn't fully an act.

Danny had died. When he died, he was fourteen. His ghost stayed fourteen forever. His human half stopped noticeably aging at 18 or 19-ish. He has been a ghost for... 240 years? 245? Maybe a little more. And he has been the Ghost King for 235.

So, he acted the part. When he was summoned, he pulled out the theatrics. Chill the room, frost the floor and walls, maybe a little of the ceiling. Fancy cape, fancy crown, fancy fantasy king clothes. Presentation of what most expect.

But he was forever fourteen, so he needed a little... something more, if you will. Floating around, randomly appearing behind people, the occasional echoing giggle. A fae-like trickster, if you will.

So was his act. He would get summoned, decide whether to do the thing or not, maybe have a mostly harmless twist. Like making people make him food, or he turning the big bad into a squirrel, or whatever. A childish trickster, with the powers of a god.

He set up some rules for himself he didn't actually have to follow.

Don't go into a room before invited, but after even the slightest invitation, he could go whenever he pleased for the rest of eternity.

Shake hands to 'seal a deal' or, if they're really gross, snap. And when you shake, do way too much; fast and eager.

Whenever someone asks him to do something, ask for something in return. If they say no to what he asked, just huff and do the thing they asked anyway.

Laugh at random comments, and make random comments that make no sense. i.e, "Wow. The walls are so hungry here! You should probably paint them blue.

Sprinkle a little ice on random things, and anything he eats or drinks. Don't explain it, and maybe do it for some people he likes.

Randomly stare at things, and tap/poke a door knob before opening the door.

There were a few smaller things, but that was the gist of it. Random rules to throw people off his scent. Leave them wondering and curious.

So, when Danny is summoned to help with a world-ending threat by a bunch of heroes that remind him of when he was a kid watching cartoons, he helps. And he stays. But how long can he keep up this charade?

(Prompt- you're here!) (part 1)

[tsibeyantiger]

I never fully realised how heartbreaking this "I choose the prophecy" thing is. Imagine you are Annabeth. Imagine you are fourteen and the boy you have a crush on since over a year just broke literally any rule, travelled across the whole country and held the dam sky to save you, and you hear him say: "I'm gonna die in two years, because otherwise this poor little boy would have to carry the burden of the prophecy and I can't let this happen."

Edit: I feel like y'all still aren't sobbing enough, so I'd also like to remind you that six months later, Annabeth goes into the labyrinth and gets the prophecy "and your love will face a fate worse than death".

[thebrainrotsreal]

Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333

[castielsprostate]

breaking the sign in two by how hard im tapping it

[bluerosefox]

Eldritch Kidnappings

hmmmm a Kon/Danny/Tim idea? Maybe? Depends if anyone wanna ship all three but leaving it open ended (or if Tim is already dating Bernard just make it a Kon/Danny only?). AND a deaged Ellie.

Red Robin and Superboy (the original) were at a JL meeting. It was boring to be honest. Nothing to much was happening besides the normal stuff for all the heroes there. No big crises or world/universe ending danger.

Or at least it was...

Because not soon after a glowing green portal ripped opened and a large eldritch creature stuck its huge head and half of its body out. Every hero there went on high alert and into fighting stances, ready to defend the Watchtower. Once the creature was halfway in the room its eyes snapped opened, glowing near Lazarus Pit green colored but like brighter? neon?, and darted around the room before stopping right on Superboy.

Without warning or words the creature quickly reached out, using at first two arms/hands before more sprang out and swatted away heroes in the room that attacked. It quickly took a hold of Superboy who tired use his strength to get free but found the being stronger than him. Red Robin, in a panic to save his best friend (and crush, shhh maybe) quickly joined in but instead of being swatted away like the others gets snagged by a hand and soon found himself captured as well.

Just as quickly as the creature appeared, it retreated back into the still open portal, dragging the two with and not caring at all of the powers, fists, or shouting being thrown at it.

Then it was gone.

Leaving the JL in a panic.

-x-x-

"-And thats why I need your help! I understand its a lot to ask but please, any help will be welcomed." the eldritch being, or rather Danny Phantom begged as he worriedly glanced at them.

So... It turns out the eldritch being was a young halfa ghost hero named Phantom that needed their help stabilizing his clone/sister/maybe daughter?

She was apparently melting and needed stable DNA when he had rushed her to a ghost doctor and was told. But Danny had no clue how to stabilize a clone and the fruitloop that cloned him the notes were bare bones and frankly terrible. In his desperate need for help Danny had sought out clues/advice from his mentor who basically pointed him to Superboy and Red Robin in his frustrating riddling way.

Superboy's DNA had the stable cloning gene/code they needed. Red Robin was smart enough to help figure out a way to put it Danielle 'Elle' Phantom. (it also helped that he had dabbled into cloning during his... bad year)

So yeah, Danny in his panic to save his clone went full on eldritch monster and opened a portal during their meeting and dragged them to the Far Frozen where Ellie was currently suspended in a ecto healing pod and was now begging for their help, promising them anything if they helped out.

The catch? If they put Superboy's DNA in Ellie she'll de-age to her true age and no longer be a 'pure' clone.

Instead she'll be their (Danny and Conner's) kid.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Them 🥹

Bonus lock screen:

[whenthewallfell]

Last year I started working on a picture of Lucy Gray and Katniss. It was meant to be something about how rebellions are a communal thing, how tiny acts of resistance build up over time, how the fall of dictators is an inevitable thing.

I struggled with it because I felt my current skill level wasn't enough for how important the piece was to me, and I eventually decided to put it aside until my art improved.

And then SOTR came out. My boyfriend bought me the book and I settled down to read the first few chapters. I read up to Haymitch's reaping, found out Katniss's father was related to the Covey, and the disappointment was so much I couldn't bring myself to read anymore.

My art has improved vastly over the past year, and from a technical perspective I'm ready to tackle that picture again. But every time I pick up the pen, I think about Katniss being Covey, and I can't. Because now the message is gone. Now it's not about rebellion, it's about destiny. It's about the rightful heir to the rebellious throne. It's about hereditary lines and good breeding stock.

And it sucks.

[eatingyarn]

i saw sten in the veilguard artbook and got highly inspired.

[gaywineauntsstuff]

the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.

Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.

Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"

There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.

Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.

so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.

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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members

they're having gossip session

Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.

Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.

Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..

Dick: hmmm and then what happened

Jason: and then.....

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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Dick: yea Tim

Tim: Kon is being a dick

Dick: oh?

Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man

Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother

Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:

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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist

Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!

Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??

Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.

Dick: omg she didnt

Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party

Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.

StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats

Dick choking on his coffee:

Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.

Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more

Steph: you sound a little teary

dick: don't worry about it

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Damian: Richard

Dick: Damian

Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father

Dick:? what you love patrol??

Damian: and school

Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me

Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital

Dick: kid

Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -

Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?

Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-

Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.

Damian: you're the best

[firesmokeandashes]

Mha "could've been canon" quotes/scenarios

Fake Deku: *walks into the common room and over to Katsuki*

Fake Deku: "Hey Bakugou! Want to go spa-"

Half of class 1 a: *suddenly jumps the fake deku*

Fake Deku: "Wait! What are you guys doing! Get off me!"

Ochako: "Cut the bullshit, we know you're not Deku"

Fake Deku: *detransforms into some random villain*

Villain: "But how? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary!"

Todoroki: "Midoriya never calls Bakugou, Bakugou"

Tenya: "In fact we're not entirely sure he knows how to say Bakugo's real name"

Katsuki: Besides, danger sense would have alerted Izuku before everyone jumped you and gotten out of the way. So really you're just stupid"

Jirou: "Wait, sense this guy isn't Deku-"

Momo: "Where's the real one!?"

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Meanwhile at the villain's hideout:

Izuku: "So you see, you can be whatever you want to be, you don't have to be a villain"

Villain 1: *sniffling* "That's so deep man"

Villain 2: *crying* "No one's ever told us that before! Thank you!"

Villain 3: *sobbing uncontrollably* "Thank you so much! Im gonna turn my whole life around now, I promise!"

Villain 4: *sitting in a corner contemplating their life choices and having a mental crisis*

Izuku: *slightly flustered* "There's really no need to thank me! You guys should have been told all this from the beginning!"

All four villains: *thinking* 'And he's humble too!'

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Back at UA:

Aizawa: "So you mean to tell me he's been missing for FIVE HOURS!?"

Katsuki: *frustrated sigh* Yeah"

Aizawa: *insert groan of dissapointed and frustration*

Aizawa's phone: *rings*

Aizawa: "What!?"

Villain 1: "Um, is this Erasurehead?"

Aizawa: "Yes, what do want? I'm in the middle of important business!"

Villain 1: "Well, you see, we have one of your students, Midoriya, and we want to know where we should drop him off at?"

Aizawa: "...."

Aizawa: "What do mean 'drop him off at'"?

Villain 1: Well, he kind of gave us a talk about how we don't need to be villains and now we all feel bad about the stuff we did and want to give him back to you"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly while dragging his hand down his face*

Aizawa: "Meet me at the abandoned choclate factory over on 15th street"

Villain 1: "Okay! Yeah, we can do that and I just want to say how sorry we are for kidnapping him! We're fully expecting to be arrested when we get there, so don't worry about us putting up a fight"

Aizawa: *sighs tiredly and hangs up*

Katsuki who listened to the whole conversation on speaker phone: "So he did it again?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "And now you have to call the police and do more paperwork than you want to?"

Aizawa: "Yup."

Katsuki: "Want me to go with you to pick him up or..."

Aizawa: "Yes, lord knows he's gonna need someone to talk to on the way back and I cannot deal with him right now."

Katsuki: "So... what do we do with this guy?"

Katsuki: *jabs finger towards the shapeshifing villain who is tied and gagged with sero's tape snd spewing muffled curses at them*

Aizawa:"Hand him over to campus security and let them take care of him"

Katsuki: *nods and drags the screaming villain out the door with him*

Aizawa: "Im getting too old for this"

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Later at the abandoned Chocolate Factory:

Aizawa, Katsuki, and a handful of cops walk into the Factory:

Izuku: *jumping up and down while waving his hand*

Cops: *rush over to arrest the villains*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan!! Over here!"

Katsuki: "We know, idiot! We aren't blind!"

Villain 1 being arrested: *whispering* That's 'Kacchan'? I thought he'd be nicer"

Villains 2-4 also being arrested: *nod in agreement*

Izuku: *bounds over to Aizawa and Katsuki*

Izuku: "Sensei! Kacchan! You're not going to believe the day I've had!"

Izuku: *begins rambling*

Aizawa looks tiredly at Katsuki: "You take care of him, I have a big enough headache as it is"

Katsuki: *nods and turns back to listen to Izuku's rant and scold him for being reckless and getting in trouble again*

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[helianthus05]

thinking about si-eun saying 'yeah, i'm home now' on the phone when he's at the hospital visiting su-ho

[ghouljams]

Ooooooooooh I’m just loving the pining and yearning from Gaz and his girl. Rubbing my grubby hands and grinning thinking about all that juicy angst. I don’t think you need to hear this but I hope you make it so much worse. Really twist the knife in the heart a couple times and squeeze some lemon juice on it😈😈😈

You're just so young. Young in the way that people who were never allowed to be adults so often are. Young in the way the girls who get married to men far too old for them, far too young to do it, are stunted with.

Which is why it makes Gaz grit his teeth to hear you talk about Price. Because it ages you. You go from this sweet, bubbly woman, to something quiet and broken down. You talk about Price with your eyes on the floor, with your fingers laced tightly together, like the color is draining from you, you look lifeless. It kills him. You light up the room when you smile, your eyes sparkle and your skin radiates sunshine, your voice lilts with a youthfulness that most people have discarded by your age, and then it's gone as soon as Price is mentioned.

So he doesn't bring him up. Doesn't mention the most important man in his life to you, doesn't talk about work except when it's to mention Soap or Ghost, doesn't invite you to base or to meet the guys (though Johnny invites the both of you to a family barbeque and assures Gaz that Price won't be there), he keeps you tucked away. A dirty little secret.

He imagines your kids calling him dad and it makes him nauseous with guilt. He imagines carrying you across the threshold into a house just for the four of you, and it gives him a fever. You give him a card for valentine's and it means nothing, you give one to the other wives and even save one for the Mactavish family, but your perfume lingers on it, and your handwriting loops so perfectly, and you sign it "love," and it kills him. Eats at his heart with sticky teeth, sealing each puncture so nothing leaks out as you bleed him. Affection that can never escape, that can only boil and boil, batter at the scars it's left until he can barely glance at you without anxiety creeping in.

He never felt guilty with Price's other wives, so why you? Why do you twist in his gut like a knife? Why can't he bring himself to hold onto you, to sink his own teeth in? He met you when you were still his Captain's wife, and he'd thought the same thing then as he does now: you should've been his. You know it too.

"I should've married someone nice, like you," You tell him with your knees pulled to your chest, your feet tucked under a beach towel to keep warm as the sun sets. "Maybe I would've been happy."

"You're not happy?" It eats at him to think that.

"No, I am," You hum, rest your cheek against your sandy knee, "but I can still hear him sometimes. Moments like this."

"What's he say?"

"Doesn't matter," Maybe that's what it is that really stops him, how tightly you ball yourself up, how small you make yourself, even after everything he's given you, all the trust in the world doesn't matter if you never open yourself up to anyone, "my therapist says it's normal. That wanting to go back is normal."

"You want to go back?" It's dry on his tongue, choking. 'I'm right here' he wants to say, 'pick me, please.'

"No," Your smile is so small, "not really. It's just a silly thing, fancies of a stupid little girl, thinking love could save someone."

Gaz picks at the callus under his middle finger, digging his nail into the tough skin, something to focus on that isn't the pain in his chest.

"Let's stop talking about John." He offers, lips barely parted to mumble the words. You laugh, the sound tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm sorry-" he wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake, make you promise to never apologize to him, to never apologize to anyone, "-you just remind me of him."

Gaz's hands shake. He swallows the lump in his throat, tries to listen around the high-pitched whine that's started up in his ears. It doesn't work, you're too muffled, too far from his grasp.

Usually it's a compliment. Spoken with a clap on the shoulder by commanding officers, praising him for his work in the field. Price's protege, the man who set records that still stand in basic today. He reminds you of Price? Was that why the other women stared at the two of you? Why they whispered between themselves? Why the Captain always seemed to inevitably rear his head in your conversations, the monster under the bed that you could never seem to be rid of?

He reminds you of the man that tried to steal your future from you.

His breath stops, his heart constricting too hard too fast to keep up. You lean against his side with a shiver, your head resting on his shoulder.

How can you even stand to touch him?

[brainrotcharacters]

deadclaws badassery where it's revealed Wade and Logan tested the distance on Logan's hearing.

Watch them hundreds of feet away from each other in the battlefield and all it takes to set Wolverine loose is for Deadpool to mutter "Logan."

gif credits to original owners!

[somewhereincairparavel]

I want a best of ❤️ I need badass jason grace quote from the book

may I present to you, thanks to my 15 minutes dedicated to digging, ✨ jasassy ✨

his constant usage of hippie will always make me giggle XD he's so grumpy in those