sometimes i don't even know why i put my cape on

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

The Incredibles (2004 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "'Greater good?' I am your wife/husband! I'm the greatest good you are ever gonna get!"
  • "Where.Is.My.Super.Suit?"
  • "It will be bold! Dramatic!"
  • "No capes!"
  • "I didn't know the baby's powers so I covered the basics."
  • "The public is in danger!"
  • "_______ doesn't have any powers."
  • "Well, (s)he'll look fabulous anyway."
  • "We survived but we're dead!"
  • "This is a hobo suit, darling."
  • "I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now."
  • "And it can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees."
  • "That's a new feature."
  • "Look at me when I'm talking to you, _______!"
  • "Stop right now, or you're fired!"
  • "Do not change the subject, _______! We're discussing your attitude!"
  • "No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again."
  • "You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?"
  • "See? Now you respect me, because I'm a threat."
  • "Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You got me monologuing!"
  • "My God, you've gotten fat."
  • "Normal? What do you know about normal?"
  • "The only normal one is _______, and (s)he's not even toilet trained!"
  • "_______... this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office."
  • "Sometimes I just want it to stay saved!"
  • "Honey, you know why we can't do that."
  • "You always say 'Do your best', but you don't really mean it."
  • "The last thing you need is temptation."
  • "Pull-yourself-together!"
  • "I was wrong to treat you that way. I'm sorry..."
  • "Fight! Win!"
  • "Well, not every superhero has powers, you know."
  • "I work alone."
  • "I am your biggest fan."
  • "And your outfit is totally ridiculous!"
  • "We get there when we get there!"
  • "You can't count on anyone, especially your heroes."
  • "_______, it's great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I've got no idea what you're talking about."
  • "Yes, words are useless!"
  • "Yeah. No school like the old school."
  • "I'm always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me!"
  • "While what? I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don't think so."
  • "I can't lose you again!"
  • "Your identity is your most valuable possession."
  • "They will kill you if you give them the chance."
  • "I hereby declare war on peace and happiness!"
  • "(S)He starts monologuing."
  • "Yammering! I mean, the guy has me on a platter and he won't shut up!"
  • "Just like old times, huh _______?"
  • "Luck favors the prepared."
  • "(S)He puts thumbtacks on my stool."
  • "It's not my fault! _______ ran away and I knew I'd get blamed for it..."
  • "_______, you're making weird faces again."
  • "That was the best vacation ever!"
  • "I should have told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn't want you to worry."
  • "To tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling."
  • "You gotta admit this is cool! Just like a movie!"
  • "Valuing life is not weakness."
  • "If you haven't noticed, _______, we're not doin' so hot either."
  • "Look, I performed a public service. You act like that's a bad thing."
The Bird and the Bees (RWBY)

This is for @megaexguilmon, I was your @rwbysecretsanta. You said you liked the Bees and the Branwens. Couldn’t put both birds in there, but you got one bird and some bees. Hope you like it, had to write fast to get it out today. Enjoy, and happy holidays!

Words: 2871
Relationship: Bumbleby
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Blake Belladonna

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anonymous asked:

I have a prompt, bruce and diana having a friends with benefits kind of situation for a while and they both start to fall in love with each other, so they decide to tell one and other -one the same day maybe- and break things off but obviously they don't expect the other person to love them back. I know it sounds like a cheesy rom-com, but with superheroes. :)))

It felt as though waking up next to Bruce didn’t make or break their ‘Friends with Benefits’ agreement in the slightest.

It didn’t make Diana feel at all cheap to dress in the middle of the night and prepare to scamper off to Washington via the transporter in the BatCave.

What did put a sour note on their arrangement was the feeling that it was merely another form of training - a form of sparring that offered a different award - for something else he had to do at night.

Or perhaps someone?

“Come on,” hummed a feminine voice throughout the cave as Diana made her way down the stairs. The moment that sultry sound hit her ears, Wonder Woman made use of her ability to fly and hovered her way to the bottom of the staircase. Hiding out of view, of course, for fear of being labelled a snoop. Lo and behold, it was none other than the only other woman who had any stake in the life of the bat.

“I said no, Selina.” Bruce affirmed while dressed to impress in his crime fighting suit, hood resting on his shoulders and revealing the back of his head to the leather-clad woman.

A disappointed sound slipped through the femme fatale’s lips. “All right, if you say so–”

“You know the way out.”

“Hmph, I always said you had a way with words.” Selina sneered before her heels clicked their way over to whatever entrance she had come through, ready now to depart the sullen presence of the man she came to see.

In response, the keys on the massive computer’s keyboard click-clacked, filling the cave’s silence the moment that they were alone. And he knew that he wasn’t alone, made clear by the way he called her name after a pregnant pause, “Diana.”

It was reflexive for the almighty Wonder Woman to bite her lip whenever she was being summoned in such an accusatory tone, and she blamed her mother for instilling in her such a reflex. “Bruce.” She replied as elegant as can be, returning her feet to the ground and strolling over to his side. However, before she could reach him, that expansive cape of his spun with his body and created some distance between them.

His baby blue eyes were no longer soothed by their love-making, but rather, looked much more veiled than they did before. Bruce was never an emotionally available man, so it wasn’t a shock to see him wear a distant façade.

She usually was able to hold onto his secretly affectionate side until they were called in for duty, though.

“How did you know I was there?” Prodded Diana while trying to sound casual, even while planting her hands on her hips.

“You think I wouldn’t notice if you were hovering nearby?”

“Nearby, or in your precious cave?”

She almost got half a smirk for that remark. The lack of a humorous response only put her on edge, though her disposition refused to showcase that to him. They stared one another down, shades of blue waging war without so much as a reason to fight; it was all Diana could do not to shake him sometimes and use her strength against the all-powerful Bruce Wayne, given that it sometimes felt as though all he understood was force.

Or dominance.

Whether he was the one demonstrating, or the one receiving—

“Are you headed back to Washington?” Queried the ‘World’s Best Detective’. His voice rumbled low, enough to cause a shiver to strike so strongly against her skin that it reached her bones. Never in her five thousand years had she ever guessed a man could make her feel so lovesick – literal and figurative, of course – and yet, there she stood before the only human being, regardless of his gender, who held the unique quality of making her immediately dream of answering him in a seductive way.

‘If you care to join me, and help me to test the quality of my mattress, too.’ She wished to say.

Sadly, she decided to respond with the complete opposite sentiments. “I think I should return tonight, and…I doubt I will be making use of my transporter again.” Diana’s chest swelled as she delivered her decision in regards to their casually entangled relationship, the breath deep within her body meant to help her to appear strong and tall, certain of the actions she was taking.

Bruce blinked away his surprise, however, it was impossible not to note the way it tugged at the corner of his eyes. “I see,” Was all he said at first, digesting her termination of their physical flirtation. After taking his time, Bruce used his Batman voice and demanded to know, “Why now?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No, never mind. You’re entitled to ending our…arrangement whenever you so choose. The transporter will always be open to you in case of emergencies, Diana, on both ends. Remember that before you decide to shut it down—”

Finding his babbling to be absolutely depressing in an indirect sort of way, Wonder Woman stepped forward and dropped her arms down at her sides. “Bruce, we promised this wouldn’t change our working relationship.”

“And it won’t. Which is why—”

“I would hope that our friendship would remain intact as well, without us needing to state it.” Again, the sky met the sea while they eyed one another and two different yet mighty storms made impact, hoping to comprehend the other’s design and complexity while remaining whole; they were both great forces of nature, to the point that some warned them about their attraction causing calamities in every which way for the Justice League, but the shared quality of each of their occasionally disastrous natures was their easily identifiable stubbornness.

Nevertheless, it was the sea who fell against the sky first, as Bruce tore his glance away momentarily. For some reason, Diana felt the sudden urge to chew on her lip once again, indicating that he was not done with her yet.

A noisy part of her greatly appreciated his perseverance, then.

“Friendship…” He repeated to himself under his breath.

Again, she asked, “I’m sorry?”

A flash of something knowing flickered inside of him, and that confidence bombinated in his voice when he answered her, “Selina came here tonight to discuss something with me, but I was already out of bed before she arrived” – when the abrupt explanation received no initial reaction, he carried on – “because I…thought of something while lying in bed after we…”

As adorable as a rosy-cheeked bat appeared to be, Diana clarified quickly, “You don’t owe me any explanations for what you do in your own house.”

“Then take it anyway, free of charge.” Grounded out the master of the manor.

“Selina doesn’t bother me, Bruce.” Wonder Woman broke through their subtle courtesy and charged towards the underlying motivation for his retrospection of the night, post their carnal war between his sheets.

A truly annoying beeping coming from the computer called their attention away from the roundabout conversation, causing the respectable ‘Master Wayne’ to release a most undignified sound of irritation. For the first time since she descended the BatCave’s stairs did Diana smile, then she turned to officiate her leave. “Good night, Bruce. I’ll see you at the Founder’s Meeting tomorrow—”

“Diana, wait.” Commanded Batman, even though his voice quivered in a way that did not suit the vigilante. For some unfathomable reason, she obeyed him and was immediately aware of the impassioned stomps that were charging toward her! Those familiar instincts of her ordered her to fight back, to take charge of the situation before he gained the upper hand! When that gloved hand claimed a great deal of her shoulder in its grasp, it was all she could do to restrain herself from spinning on her heels and leaping backwards, prepared to face whatever aggravation had suddenly befallen him!

No, she had not anticipated that he had approached her in order to steal away that bottom lip of hers with his own teeth.

That very hand she had nearly knocked away found her cheek and held her while he devoured her mouth in a kiss, fervent and apologetic for whatever slight she had suffered from. There was the taste of longing in her mouth when he dove in with the desperation he had only ever shown her – a brand of emotional insight that belonged solely to her, she knew. Now, it took all of Diana’s strength to stop herself from lifting him into her arms the way a groom would carry a wife and usher him back to his bedroom, where she would have him drive his true disposition home.

Over and over again, until someone from either of their day jobs tried to screw them over in the morning.

Her favorite way to hold onto Bruce whenever he was in his precious suit was to stick her fingers behind the rim of his belt and tug him closer to her body. And, in doing so, she managed to illicit a pleasant growl from the depths of his belly. The sound rattled her bones this time, drawing an Aphrodite-like giggle out of her heart.

“So,” Diana murmured into their kiss until he gave her enough room to speak coherently, “is it mandatory for you to wear your suit whenever you come down here, even if it means getting yourself dressed when you should be sleeping next to me?” It was her turn to accuse him of something and try to discover what his guilty tick was.

Of course the World’s Greatest Detective didn’t have one.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find his other ticks, other reflexes that she could find while taking her time to get to know him.

After clearing his throat, Bruce Wayne said to her the words she never thought to hear, especially considering the way she almost exited his precious cave tonight, “I had to call the Watch Tower and I didn’t want anyone to walk in on my conversation with J’onn and see who I really am beneath my cowl.”

Oh, how quickly she arched her brow at him, as if to say: the League’s business was more important than taking care of business with me?

Sensing the proverbial dog house calling, he quickly tacked on, “If only to make sure that the roster was stacked enough so that no one will disturb us if I planned to have breakfast served to us in bed tomorrow morning.”

Her brow stayed arched, but with a different sentiment behind it this time: you were that concerned with sharing a bagel with me, that you had to call the WatchTower in full attire at three in the morning? Truly, it made sense in the most basic of terms, and yet…

That was his tick: his crazy desire to be precautious when he was apparently becoming smitten.

Just as smitten as she, if Wonder Woman were being as honest with herself as she expected others to be.

It was just as sweet as it was frightening, and it was with that realization that Diana stowed her caution away, lifted Bruce into her arms and returned them both to his bedroom, doing her damnedest not to laugh once again for fear of waking Alfred. After all, he had a feast of breakfast to prepare now that they both had confirmation that their schedules were clear. And given that they had just become friendly again, surely they had renewed energy within them both to enjoy the benefits of their special arrangement, even though there was a sense that they both knew it was not just an arrangement anymore.

 ((Here you go: rom-com WonderBat! In texts that discuss Aphrodite, she is sometimes depicted as exhibiting a ‘lover’s laugh’ – a type of sound that someone who is deliriously happy makes. Since she is the goddess of love, I thought it would make sense to make some sort of reference to her when she is Diana’s patron goddess (currently) in the comics! And yeees, Selina made an appearance! No hate towards her or anything, in case Bruce seemed a little harsh to her here. Hope you enjoyed this silly li’l story and feel free to prompt me again! ~Maiden))

No More Bloody Secrets

Title: No More Bloody Secrets

A/N: Co-written with Cecily (and by co-written, I mean she had the ideas and cracked the whip from her side of the sofa while I wrote all the words, and then we fought over who should get to post it on their blog to the point that she nearly kicked me out of the house, but that’s just the price to pay for art, kids) I STILL WAN TIT  cecily shhh. Also thanks to Gina for beta-reading.

Word count: 1900

Warnings: None really, except for ridiculousness and supernatural themes.

Genre: Humour/fluff/crack-ish

Disclaimer: The following is a completely and utterly fictitious account of an imaginary situation for recreational use only. Not intended as a substitute for imagining others complexly. Please idolise responsibly.

Summary: How long can Vampire!Dan keep his supernatural secret from his boyfriend? (Happy Halloween!)

“Dan?”

“What?”

“We need to talk.”

“What about?”

“About these dental bills you’re racking up.” Phil held up a stack of papers, raising his eyebrows to his friend.

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