#AND I WON'T FIND OUT JACK SHIT UNTIL I DO

[juneberrie]

DATING APPLEJACK !

request || equestria girls!apple jack x fem!reader

author's note: everyone say thank you to mars for encouraging my delusions & to the person who requested this. also ive been picturing her the way @/cloiiiiii on tiktok draws her so like yeah

ⓘ word count : 0.8k || applejack masterlist

probably didn't realize she liked you until someone (rarity) told her

"what? no way, i don't like-" and then the "HOLY SHIT I DO LIKE HER!"

she was the last to know

rainbow and rarity have to give her advice on asking you out (rarity's is serious and helpful, dash's is just "ask her out dumbass")

probably asked you out with flowers.

"so uh– i was wondering' if you'd, uh, y'know, wanna go out with me sometime? it's fine if not– y'know what, nevermind its stupi–"

she's so nervous!!!

anyways onto the actual dating hcs

she was the one to say i love you first

you guys were probably taking a walk or something and you were talking and she'll like smile at you really lovingly and go "i love you, y'know"

calls you really cheesy nicknames — sugar, sugar cube, pretty girl, my girl, princess, angel, darlin', missy, sweetheart, sweet pea, honey, etc etc

would take you on the cutest dates!!!

sunsets, picnics, apple picking (duh), late night drives

if u like shopping then she's def the kind of girl who'll hold all your bags

she'll also walk you to all your classes / walk you home

also!!! kind of gf who won't leave u alone in public. like if you guys go out she WILL stay with you at all times cause yk 😕

she's such a sweetheart

will open doors for you and get offended if you try to do ANYTHING yourself

SHE WAS RAISED RIGHT 🗣

can and will give you her clothes to wear. PLEAAASE wear her flannels/shirts around her she will lose her mind

"well, darlin', don't you look nice?" whenever u get dressed up

she either gets flustered really easily or she doesnt

pls imagine her in like. a white tank and jeans and cowboy boots

1 million dead 4923 injured

her voice in the morning >>>>>

it has a little rasp and her accent is like ten times thicker and just ugh

she's jacked btw. apple jacked.

she grew up up a farm like what'd u expect

anyways imagine needing to get smth off a shelf or something and she just comes up behind you and reaches to grab the thing and her arms ohmygod

love languages are definitely acts of service & quality time

CONSTANTLY doing little things for you

holding open the door, getting you flowers every week, randomly cleaning your room when she's at your house, filling up ur drink, ordering for you, etc

such a "my girl" kind of gf

"attagirl" "my girl" "pretty girl" "sweet girl"

randomly gives u compliments

also!! i don't see her as the kind of gf who comments under ur insta posts but she's def the kind who'll post them on her story

she's not a very social media person in general, but any post she does make is probably of you

would def write you a sappy letter on your anniversary/valentines/christmas/new years/your birthday

basically any chance she gets she'll write u a long, sappy letter telling you how much she appreciates you and loves you and yap yap yap

i don't see her as a person who wears much jewelry, but i can definitely see her having a locket with your picture in it, or some kind of matching bracelet

randomly starts yapping about you to the girls

"she's so sweet and i love her an–" "SHUT UP WE GET IT." "dang okay"

they're your biggest fans!!!

pinkie probably made a fan account on insta thats just her posting cute pictures of you guys

rarity helps applejack plan dates and shit

dash playfully flirts with you any chance she gets because she finds it hilarious when aj glares at her

speaking of that, i can't see her being someone who gets jealous super super easily?

like, i can definitely see her sidling up beside you, putting an arm around your waist, and glaring at the person who's flirting with you

"who's this, darlin'?"

she has an rbf so if you're really sunshine-y you guys look ridiculous tg

scary guard dog gf!!!!

such an early riser but if you ask her to stay in bed with you she'll be so dramatic about it (she'll sigh and be like "alright, alright, but just this once" <- its happened multiple times)

apple bloom adores you!!! she'll randomly barge into aj's room to talk to you (aj thinks its cute how much she likes you but she does NOT appreciate her sister's interruption)

100% your biggest supporter

if you do theatre or choir or orchestra, she'll show up to EVERY. SINGLE. PERFORMANCE. you will ever have

if you do sports, trust she'll be at all your games yelling her head off and holding a big ass sign

she's really good at cooking so she'll learn how to make your favorite dishes!!! this also means you guys have cute little dinners at home a lot <3

© juneberrie 2024 – reblogs are appreciated!!!

[ihaznoclue]

Hello!! I would like to request Bumblebee, Ratchet and maybe Smokescreen being extra clingy and protective after their female human s/o barely escapes death in a fight !! Thanks alot ☺️🩵

Pairings -> Bumblbee, Ratchet, Smokescreen x Female Reader

Warnings -> Near Death experiences, Blood, Injuries, weapons mentioned || NOT PROOF-READ

Note -> Them being extra clingy and protective over their souldmate/sparkmate after the reader barely escapes a death fight

Genre -> Angst and Fluff

Bumblebee

This baby wouldn't even let you go anywhere without him being there

Once he found out that you had a fight with someone at school as you were badly injuries since they brought a weapon to the fight which was unfair

You had blood coming from your nose and on your knuckles from punching the hell out of the guy that fought with you

You also had a stab wound on your side which you barely escaped from stabbing into your heart area

When you came back to the base, bee was all over you saying if you were okay and what happened

Jack seemed to have told Bee on why you were away for 3 whole weeks from being at the hospital

Bee now would always carry you with him either on his shoulder plate or his servo

You would always tell him that you are okay just need healing

He is not going to let you slid away and have another fight again

What would he do if he actually lost you?

He would be lost without you

Ratchet

He is literally like a protective boyfriend to you

He would always tell you that you can't go anywhere without healing

But when he can't find you he would go ape shit as he would look everywhere and then you would just walk out to the main base area to see him eye widened

Then he would scoop you up as take you to his beathroom

He would sometimes lecture you to never go anywhere without telling him as you reassure him you won't be in any other fight

Once you came back to he base with some blood on you and some bandages around your neck

He goes into worried mode as MIko excitedly explains what happened between you and someone else

Then Ratchet would be like really confused as he never thought you were the type to fight someone

But Ratchet is always going to be there by your side

He would even let you stay with him in the base while he does his work while you do yours that you missed while at the hospital

Smokescreen

He is such a worried puppy

This dude would literally follow you around the whole base and always makes sure you are okay and comfortable

Even cuddling, he would make sure to not hurt you in any type of way

He's such a sweetheart to you as you always have to explain to him that you were healing quickly and it was a little wound

He would literally say how you passed out after the fight

He was about to pick you up as he saw the fight and saw you covered in injuries and blood on your favourite shirt

He would have to wait until everyone was gone, luckily Jack was there to take you to Smokescreen as he takes you to base where June darpy was as Jack takes you out

Smokescreen was always by your side even when you woke up the next day

Now he won't leave your side even if it was something basic to do

He's protective when you say "ow" he would think someone did something until he realises that you were fine

But the poor baby can't help and watch you just in case

-A<3

[starfxkrinc]

ode to eaters - devoured

for those who don't know, ode to eaters is my bones and all au set in the 80s following eater!reader and human!jj as they traverse the south to escape rafe cameron. i haven't touched her in a while despite this au being very dear to me. dedicated to it's #1 fan @nemesyaaa

no matter how far you got, rafe was close behind. you could smell him--that tinny metallic smell of sweat and cocaine. you could scrub your skin raw, bury your face in jj's clothes, huff gasoline until you were dizzy. it was still there, drifting in the wind.

he was close, of course he was. rafe would stop at nothing to bring you back and reduce you to that half feral animal you were when jj found you. so you had to keep moving, the carolinas were far behind you, now you were somewhere in shreveport finding your way deeper in the bayous until you were alone.

somewhat. the old shack you and jj found was too alive. despite it's abandoned appearance the food was fresh, cabinets dusted. someone was living here.

"what other choice we got? need a few days for me to work on the truck, ain't no point in jacking a new one, not right now. it's too hot." that's how jj justified himself, and you couldn't argue. plus you were exhausted, so was he. the craters under his eyes were so black they were purple, and it gave his blue eyes a haunted look.

you wonder if that's how you look to him.

so you stayed, even though you were starving. and you began to pace over jj's sleeping form like a wild animal. too often he woke up to you on top of him, nosing at his pulse as you drooled. whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a liar. because the only way you could sate yourself these days was by sucking on his pulse point until it throbbed.

pretty soon you'd start gnawing at your own arm.

it'd never been this bad before, you used to be able to just be a person, but so many years alone has made you insatiable. being able to eat whenever, wherever spoiled you.

the worst of it came after two weeks of stagnation. jj can only work so fast by stealing parts, and deep in your gut you knew rafe was close.

and there was somebody else.

not an eater, like you and rafe. a veg.....only not. a veg who eats.

like jj.

and he stunk to high heavens. something rich and fatty, coated in damp soil. rafe has someone with him. and he's even closer.

when you told jj you could tell it freaked him out, he got antsy, started leaving for longer stretches of time even though you told him not to.

"you want us to get the fuck outta here? well i need to work, do somethin'. you just gotta trust i won't leave you."

every day you watched him walk out that door, and you tried not to let the smell of him get muddled up with everyone else. salt, weed, something warm and spicy tangled underneath.

as long as you could smell him you calmed, well enough to sleep through the day until he came back.

then you woke up and it was gone. your nose clogged up with that fatty-oily smell. someone was in the house.

someone was in the room.

you couldn't so much as scream before he was on you, drenched in sweat so bad his wifebeater clung to his tan skin, greasy dark hair curtaining his face. all you could see was the glint of a gold tooth.

"shit, i see why rafe's drug me across the mason-dixon lookin for you. you're a pretty thing aintcha?"

clawing and kicking you did your best to fight him off but he was too big. he dug his nails into your throat as he tied you up with one hand, and leaned in close "lucky i don't feel like steppin on no toes, baby boy's been real strict about finding his favorite toy."

his voice was muffled from the adrenaline coursing through you, but you knew that accent. it was the same one you heard from rooms away when rafe kept you barricaded in his sister's old room. it was similar to the one jj had--thick, sitting just in the back of his throat.

he was too close, your hands were tied. and you were so. fucking. hungry.

you latched onto his nose, feeling the cartilage crumble between your teeth as hot, tangy blood filled your mouth.

he screamed, "fuckin' bitch! fuck rafe, i'm getting my share now."

this was how you were gonna die. hogtied chewing on his nose like a pig's ear. you laughed, high and maniacal as he cut your shorts off. his blood poured into your open mouth as he choked your harder. jj was gonna find you, a bloody, fucked open mess. you laughed harder.

then it was back, that sea salty smell. and you saw him out the corner of your eye, jaw set and eyes crazed.

yeah, whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a massive liar.

because it only took a second, and the man on top of you didn't even see it coming when jj slammed the hunting knife into his neck. you were drenched in even more blood when he yanked it out, grabbing him by his ponytail onto the floor.

you sat up gasping, watching as the jj slammed the knife into him over and over until his head was barely hanging onto the rest of his body. he was so covered in blood his blonde hair was tinted red, and all you could see of his face were his eyes.

finally he stopped, panting and shaking as he turned to you and nodded towards the mutilated corpse under him.

"y'hungry?"

[moriitis]

How freaky do you think Toby is?

Like, do you think he is into public sex or getting caught being intimate with his partner? Or does he enjoy being intimate with his partner alone?

-🫐🔮 Anon

How freaky is Toby?

Content/Warnings; sex, mentions of public sex, mentions of porn, masturbation, being sexually frustrated, mentions of murder.

Toby 100% at first is a virgin. Like, this man would not have gotten any action before he murdered his father and it's not like he got much action after. (I know him and Clockwork did stuff together and he probably lost his virginity to her.) But even after that, he's still insecure and awkward as fuck! I wouldn't be surprised if a part of him just assumed every woman was the same and there was just some kind of magic button he could flip that would make them orgasm. I don't really think he knows much about himself either? Like, I don't think he's ever sat down and really considered what turns him on or what makes him horny? Like, his dick will just get hard and he'll rub one out to deal with the issue if needed.

And fuck the whole debate of, 'is Toby an ass or titties kind of guy?!' because we all damn well know that this man is both. I don't wanna say this man is horny all the time - but in the end of a day, he's a dude and he's gonna get a lot of random boners that make no fucking sense. And no, he's not gonna suddenly get turned on or aroused if a woman is nice toward him, just more things like if he were to accidentally brush a hand against your waist or you put a hand on his knee. I feel like physical touch is more boner inducing than 'omg she smiled at me, omg shoulders, etc.' LIke, he's down bad but not down, down bad. He's just awkward and despite the little experience he has, he's sailing a ship blind essentially.

Lowkey feel like he has a lot of unrealistic expectations when it comes to sex too. I don't wanna say he lives off porn, but I see him using Pornhub or Twitter occasionally to help him jack off (even his imagination at times when needed but that's hard because he usually ends up thinking of weird shit that turns him off.)

Toby got energy too, depending on the situation and stuff. He will cum within seconds, I'm gonna put that out there but he can continue going until you're satisfied.

Onto the question though, is Toby a freak? I think his freak level will depend on his partner. I'll be honest at times Toby can be a little sex obsessed, he mostly uses pleasure in an attempt to feel something and forget about his problems (but post nut clarity will hit him HARD.) I feel like his sex drive will try to match his partners. You don't want to have sex for months on end? He's fine with that, sure he'll try to initiate something or attempt to turn you on but if you brush him off or say no, he won't persist. He's not one of those asshole guys where sex is expected, if you're not up for it - that's fine! But he'll jack off later to help relieve himself if he's really sexually frustrated. (And yes, since you guys started dating he dropped Pornhub.) Same thing for the other way round, if you wanna have sex everyday, shit, he'll try and keep up!

On the topic of public sex, I'm gonna say no. I think the idea interests him enough but he's not going to pull anything risky. Slender trusts him with going out ito civilisation, he's a wanted criminal and the last thing he wants to get caught for is fucking public indecency. Not only that, but if Slender did find out? If either of you got caught? If he got caught and you got away? I don't know, I don't think he could live with himself and nor does he trust Slender enough to not punish you too. Now, Toby is a notorious rulebreaker though, I think between the other three, Kate, Tim and Brian, Toby is the one that breaks the rules the most. But that would explain why is memory is so fucked up. Plus, he's someone's man now, idk the idea of being in a relationship matures him a little.

If you tried to initiate something in public, he'd probably maybe sternly tell you off a little.

"No, no, n-nnow isn't the time. Let's do this l-la-later, yeah? Be good for me, huh?"

"I'll make you feel good, j-just me n you. Come one."

Like sure he'll get hard at the idea of you being so sexual and the risk of it all, but Toby isn't that fucking stupid. I think the worst part for him would be how tempting it would be, so he'd struggle internally for awhile.

But he'd make it up for when you guys are alone. Considering how awkward he is, he would prefer to do these kinds of things alone. Now, would that stop him from fucking the shit out of you in his car? No! But as long as you're parked up somewhere dark, he don't care. It's not like he would be ashamed for fucking somebody as perfect as you, in fact, it's normal! God damn, what could be worse, public sex or murder?

And yes, he will fuck you with the lights off. He's just insecure, maybe at some point he'll find some confidence to allow light, but as long as he can feel you and hear you - he's satisfied. Although he does love when you ride him when he's sat in the drivers seat of his truck, he loves seeing your facial expressions so close, your hot breath on his lips.

[softly-sirius]

Are the Bear Staff Jacked and Kind? (Gn)

Currently on shift: Carmen, Luca, Richie, Sweeps, Tina, Sydney, Fak, Mikey, Marcus

TW: Lifting, mentions of weight, I kept this as gender-neutral as possible and tried to stay away from describing the reader's body type or weight, but pls reach out if there's any way I can make this more inclusive or you see anything that is upsetting <3

Thank you @laurenjbb for requesting this, I hope I did it justice! Also thanks to the person who pointed out I was missing Mikey :)

Carmen:

You had to goad him into it

If you straight up ask he’s saying no, but if you say he’s just not strong enough and scared to drop you he is manhandling you so fast.

A smug little grin on his face as he takes a moment to cop a feel of your plush thighs. 

“You were saying baby” 

You would boast about how strong he is all-day

Taking any chance to squeeze at his arms (and maybe nibble on them a little bit)

He’d be so blushy at the end of the day

Luca:

As soon as Luca sees the first TikTok, he waits for you to bring it up. You’re a sucker for these TikTok trends and he’s lost track of how many you’ve asked him to try out

So he waits

And waits

And waits

And what the hell? why are you not asking him to lift you up?

He wonders if you haven’t seen it yet, but then he catches you scrolling through the videos on your phone in bed, so he knows that can’t be it.

What if you think he can’t lift you? 

He’s not having that, not at all. 

He starts doing ‘casual’ push-ups in the bedroom

Lifting as many heavy things in his arms at once as possible

Not so subtly flexing his arms every time he catches you looking. 

Eventually, he just gives up.

He sets it up himself, hiding his phone on the kitchen counter and asking you to come and taste something. 

You stand in front of him, searching the counter and finding nothing there for you to taste. 

Before you can question it, his hands are on you and he’s lifting you up and up until you are sat on his shoulder, shrieking.

“LUCA!” You’d yell, before you realise exactly what he’s been doing, also realising what all of his weird behaviour has been about. 

He watches that video on a loop whenever he misses you, bc he loves hearing your giggle

Richie:

I’m so sorry, but no matter how much you beg and ask there is no chance he is lifting you like that

He is an old man and he will break his back, no matter your size it’s not happening

He won't lift Eva onto his shoulders anymore either

If you goad him about it, you will be called a brat and you will be in for it later

Lowkey turned on whenever you call him your old man

Call him your anything and he’s weak in his old man knees

If this takes place after forks he might let you try to lift him over your shoulder

If you succeed (after forks) he is so excited and gets you to do it again and again in front of everyone. 

Smugly talking about how strong his fucking s/o is

But makes you lift so much heavy shit from now on

Fak:

Fak is the one who wants to do it, might not even ask, he’ll just grab you by the waist and hoist you up

Look people might disagree but you think your man is a beefcake, he’s hauling shit around all day!

His strength is not appreciated enough

His grip is iron-tight on your thighs to keep you stable 

You’re giggling on his shoulder, stealing his hat and putting it on your head so you can get a hold of his hair

He’ll just walk around with you on his shoulder for a while, just because he can

Sweeps:

Did he just hear a thud? 

You get on his shoulder and your head hits the ceiling

Might be taking you to urgent care, but he’s still pretty proud of himself

Sydney:

You both try and lift each other grappling at each other's waists

Too bad Sydney has the worst sense of balance known to man because whether she’s lifting or being lifted you both end up on the floor. 

Wants to keep trying because she swears she’ll manage it this time

Swears she won’t lean too far backwards this time 

Swears she won’t lift you too far over her shoulder this time so you fall right off

Swears she won’t spin around and take out the lamp this time

You need to buy a new lamp

Mikey:

Have you seen this man?

No matter what you weigh, even if you’re Mikey's carbon copy in stature, this man can lift you like it is nothing

Not only will he lift you onto his shoulder if you ask

He’s lifting you every which way, just to show he can 

Just to get you laughing and smiling

Piggyback ride, check

Princess carry, check

Bent over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, check

Pushed up against the wall, wrists above your head, check

Marcus:

How your sweet, loving partner got so ripped when he eats so many sugared treats you’ll never understand 

Can’t say you don’t appreciate it though

I feel like Marcus does this all the time already

Like let's be real, Marcus is probably the best boyfriend you could have

He rarely brings his work shit home and if he does it’s because he knows how much better you will make him feel about it all

So if doing some little lifting trend makes you happy, he’s all for it

I think along with Luca, Marcus is the only other one who sees these trends 

Is probably the only one willing to let you upload videos of the two 

Might ask you to do the trend together before you do, just to see your excited little grin

You swear he is your dream boy jacked and kind

You remind him off it all night with sweet kisses and wandering hands

Tina 

If you ask she gives you The Look

Still Hungry? Here is our Menu:

Would you love me if I was a worm?

Would you peel my orange?

Will you watch Barbie with me?

Wiping off their kisses

[tsotg]

The Monster Hunter and the Hunted Monster

I thought of another universe I might wanna make content for. I know a lot of people already have this type of AU already but I can't resist making my own ;;-;;

Imagine Hiccup has been hunting Jack for ages. Jack has been one of the few creatures he's never been able to catch and that type of challenge is exhilarating. So he keeps trying to find him, luring him out with the threat of harm to his precious forest.

One day, for a reason or another, Pitch curses them both. They're both lost and trapped in a new and un familiar environment. Hiccup is overjoyed that he's finally able to catch Jack when they bump into each other but that feeling doesn't last long. They're both kind of terrified of where they are but won't show it to each other, instead letting it out as anger towards each other.

A few days into their banishment, Hiccup gets desperate. There's no animals to hunt, nothing to grow, he's starving and it doesn't seem like he's gonna get any food any time soon. So he goes to Jack and begs to know how he's not hungry. Jack replies with how he obviously doesn't get hungry because he's a spirit.

Hiccup breaks in front of him, he tells him how scared he is and how much he wants to go back home. Jack gets surprised, of all people, he would've never expected Hiccup to show this much vulnerability.

Jack feels the same as he does, he's scared and he wants to go home. And after settling down and making sure Hiccup isn't trying to trick him, he tells him so.

They talk about how much they love their home, about anything that comes to mind really. Until Hiccup has a fainting spell. Jack hurries to help him but has no idea how humans work anymore. He's been in his forest for so long.

When Hiccup wakes up, Jack asks him what happened. Hiccup reminds him how hungry he is and how little energy his body has. Jack hesitates before telling Hiccup how he has saved people lost in the forest in the same situation before but he's not gonna like how it's done.

Hiccup brushes it off, it can't be that bad right?

Jack presses his lips together in an awkward smile.

"Well- Not a lot of people get lost in the woods you know. And the children can see and hear me no problem. They follow the animals out of the forest. I've only done this twice and the first time I didn't even know I could do it so it wasn't super successful..."

"Just spit it out, if you can save me, do it. I want to go home after we get out of this shit hole."

Jack thought about telling him for a second but he doubted Hiccup would let him after hearing of the process.

"Ok, close your eyes then."

"Why?"

"It'll be easier for the both of us."

So Hiccup closed his eyes after giving Jack an eye roll. Jack took Hiccup's chin, opening his mouth slightly, braced himself and leaned in. As soon as their lips connected, Hiccup jumped in surprise and tried to push Jack away but couldn't find the strength in time before he realized what was happening.

This wasn't just a kiss, Jack's eyes glowed and his skin slowly lost the little colour it had left. He was transferring his energy to Hiccup. And Hiccup felt alive again. He leaned in slightly and enjoyed the feeling this gave him. Until he felt Jack's grasp on him weakened and he regained he train of thought again.

Jack took a second to snap out of the daze this put him in. Hiccup feared for a the worst for a second before Jack blinked a few times and his eyes went back to normal. He looked around for a second, almost looking as if he had no idea where he was. His eyes locked onto Hiccup and fear crept onto his expression. Hiccup felt him tense up in his arms. And then just like that, he took a breath for the first time since Hiccup closed his eyes and he looked normal again.

"For the Gods, if you told me this was gonna kill you I wouldn't have let you to do it!" Hiccup scolded.

"I didn't know it would do that. It never did in my forest." Jack looked off in the distance to ponder for a bit before what Hiccup said actually registered in his head. "Wait you're worried about me?"

"That's not the point."

"Yes it is!"

Jack gave Hiccup as teasing grin. Hiccup completely disconnected from the conversation and got up. Jack couldn't hold back, he kept teasing Hiccup as he tried to walk away.

"Well look who's feeling better." Hiccup tried to say it in a sarcastic tone but couldn't hold back a small smile.

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RAHHH PLEASE tell me if you wanna read more!! I will write more! And maybe I'll draw some better art of these gays.

[princess-of-the-corner]

My problem with Adrien's actions in Syren isn't his feelings, but the timing. Paris is flooded by an Akuma attack, thousands of people are DEAD and will stay so unless the Akuma is defeated, and THAT is the moment he threatens to quit unless Plagg tells him about the Guardian.

He's literally holding the city hostage for it.

He's literally fucking not he's doing the exact fucking opposite and the fact that I have to say this fcukign AGAIN about a years old episode is getting on my nerves so let's go over several facts here

1.) There is literally nothing Adrien can do right now.

Adrien already tried fighting Syren the old-fashioned way without the power-ups. He got his ass handed to him. So did Ladybug. That's why Ladybug fucked off to ask Fu if he had any ideas. If Adrien tried to do something again, he'd lose to Syren and get his Miraculous taken.

The only thing he can do is sit and wait for Ladybug and hope that she may have something for him to do. Which, for all he knows, she won't! Adrien doesn't know about the power-ups so Ladybug's probably going to come back with another Hero who has some water-themed powers who can save the day single-handedly!

2.) He's trying to do what he can

The whole GODDAMN POINT is that Adrien wants to help! He wants to do something! He thinks that if Plagg gives him all the information that Ladybug's being given, he may be able to find a solution and be a better and more useful Hero.

What else is he supposed to do right now? Jump in and fight Syren? I relegate you back to point #1! Think of a plan? He doesn't have all the information which is why he's trying to get Plagg to tell him!

3.) this is not the first time he's been relegated to uselessness.

Syren is early on but it's part of a long string of episodes painting Chat as very useless for anything other than Ladybug's emotional support cheerleader.

Adrien is making a point of how he isn't needed. Clearly! He can't do jack shit against this Akuma! He's just gonna sit on the rooftop looking pretty while Ladybug brings in yet another Hero to help where he can't. Chat is just one of many tools to her. What's the point of him when she has /better/ tools that are getting the job done and he's not even given basic respect?

4.) He's not even taking Chat Noir out of the equation.

Yes, Adrien threatens to quit as Chat. But he quite literally says why does it matter? Ladybug can just give the Miraculous to someone else! He doesn't matter! Not here, not in other fights! His presence means nothing to her outside of being a tool which can be replaced incredibly easily as shown with the other Heroes!

5.) This is not the first time Adrien has asked for answers!

Adrien has been begging everyone he can for more information in much nicer ways. But yes he finally hit a breaking point when it's thrown in his face how utterly he doesn't matter to the fight at all and all he can do is sit there and contemplate the situation instead of doing anything helpful because! Again! There's nothing for him to do! As the previous points show that fighting the Akuma is a bad idea and he can't make a better plan if he doesn't have more info!

It's not like he 'picked the worst time', he's been asking for a while now and is yet again asking and saying 'hey shits fucked I might be able to help if you tell me about it!!!"

All this to sum up is I want a genuine answer about what Adrien was supposed to do while Syren was happening that doesn't boil down to 'he should shut the fuck up about wanting to be an equal Hero Partner who is given info so he can handle things! How dare he want basic respect for the job he's doing! He should just sit and look pretty whule Ladybug handles everything until she needs her tool- i mean, until she needs him to use Cataclysm on something'.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I've got an idea to propose! What if child!reader is taken in by the creepypastas (of your choosing) after being abandoned by their family? Small child, if you're comfortable! If not I totally understand Silly :>

Here's a 🍕 for your troubles!

Various crps taking in child!reader who gets abandoned

Oooohooohoo this prompt brings me back to old crp fandom... I miss it... or maybe that's just the nostalgia idk I only really stayed in the x reader circles

Characters: slenderman, splendorman, jeff the killer, Eyeless jack

Notes: gn reader, young child reader, platonic/familial post obviously, short and written on mobile, slender mansion au for funsies

CWs: mentions of canon typical violence and generally shity bio parent behavior

SLENDERMAN

He does at the very least stalk your family. Both to keep them away- they've already given you up. They don't get the right to come back for you. He already doesn't have much faith in humans and this.. certainly doesn't help..

He's cold. Not because he doesn't care for you but because he doesn't know how to really interact with non-killer humans on a personal level. Much less how to interact with a child

He checks in on you before you go to bed to make sure you're settling in nicely

It takes him a while and some prompting from others to figure out what exactly your needs are... and he does truly attempt to meet them in his own way

SPLENDORMAN

Great with kids, and he's going to calm you right down- and he's always going to be there for you moving forward.. he's not usually violent.. but there's a certain raw anger (and hurt) that sits in him when he finds out about your situation

Now does he confront and... go further.. with your family? Probably not. Doing that won't change your circumstances, at least it won't make them better

So he dedicates to trying to make you as comfortable in the mansion as possible- he knows the others can be a little scary but he'll show you they aren't gonna hurt you

Always always checks in on you every morning and night... reads you bedtime stories. And yes! He does voices and acts scenes out!

JEFF THE KILLER

When it gets out that your family willingly ditched you he's going to... pay them a little visit. He's a douchebag but he's not totally heartless. And he's SEETHING

Like sure he's not the best family member either but at least he can say he's never abandoned anyone- just domt.. bring up the murder-

He's more like an older brother or cousin figure to you than he is a parent. He's just.. not responsible enough to properly raise a kid on his own

Teaches you swear words and how to use knives. Obviously not.. the safest... at least you know how to defend yourself...? He definitely gets chewed out by someone else- the least he could do was wait until you were a little older

EYELESS JACK

The odds are you more than likely followed him... given that jack doesn't like being around others for his sake and everyone elses... he already feels shit about his current situation but he'd feel even WORSE if he dragged a kid into it

...buuuuut you followed him back to the mansion and- albeit with a lot of arguing you're allowed to stay. He's heavily considering dropping you off somewhere safe in town

Hes... not the most emotionally available parental figure for the longest time. He's responsible and he makes sure your basic survival needs are met

Lots and lots of awkwardness when trying to get you both comfortable... clearly doesn't know what he's doing.. needs time .. but he eventually pulls through

[scary-lasagna]

I LOVED THE VAMPIRE POST SMM. So like would Liu, EJ, BEN and Jeff let their vampire s/o bite them and drink their blood?

Homicidal Liu

Liu is squeamish when it comes to blood due to his past trauma of obvious reasons.

And even with a high pain tolerance, he wouldn't voluntarily allow himself to be bitten.

Many risks come with the first bite; An artery could be sliced, blood infection, too much blood loss, you hate the way his blood tastes so therefore you will hate him forever.

That last one was just Liu's imgaination running wild, but all together it's pretty risky.

He might offer a test bite, not a full chomp, but a little nibble on his arm to see how it feels. A pinprick was all he could describe it as.

But he quickly backed out once he caught wind of the blood trickling down his arm.

He might allow a second attempt, but not anytime soon. 

Sully, however, is a different story. He would let you drink this body dry, and force Liu forward in the middle of it just to be a sadistic asshole. 

Either way, they're both willing to try at least once.

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't think that you would enjoy his blood very much.

Much like the liquid that seeps from his eye sockets, his blood has a tar-like consistency. 

It wouldn't go down easy, and if your body rejects it since it's not truly 'blood', it won't come back up easy either.

Ultimately, Jack says no due to your safety. It just too big of a risk for Jack to feel comfortable letting you take a bite out of him.

Jelly donuts are better, anyway. Especially at 3am while everyone else is asleep.

BEN

BEN will act tough and dominant up until it's actually time for you to bite him.

He'll get squirmy and find excuses to delay the inevitable now that he's talked the big talk and agreed to do it.

You'll of course call him out on it, and will nervously sit down and away from his stack of DS games that he wanted to organize alphabetically. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask him, with a comforting hand on his knee.

"Yeah.." Ben sighs and rubs the back of his neck with a nervous tic. " I'm just afraid it'll hurt or I make a weird noise or something." He chuckles lightly.

"We can start, and if you want to stop we can and I won't judge you for it." You reassure. "Or we can do blood lettings which doesn't involve biting."

"It's that like plague doctor shit, though?"

"Well yeah but it doesn't invol-"

"Just take a bite, babe."

He trusts you with all of his heart. And he lets you take a bite.

And yes, he does make a weird sound.

Jeff

Oh hell yeah, fucking go for it.

No questions asked.

Jeff thinks it's hardcore, and frankly, he's not experienced enough to know the dangers of blood letting or blood biting. He just thinks your hot and that you wanna bite him.

And honestly? Go for it. He's probably got a few diseases lurking in there but you're immortal so it doesn't affect you.

He would urge you to keep going even after he feels light headed, just ot see how long he can stay awake.

Jeff can be an extremely convincing individual, but do not trust him.

He can and will pass out and then you will have to call Eyeless Jack and explain everything to him.

He will not be happy.

Jeff will try to kiss him thinking that he's you.

And then Jeff will get swatted away and start crying out of rejection 

[milkycarnations]

HC's for the creeps aftercare after a rough night with their SO?

A rough night or a rough night? ;) Let's do both. Please keep sending stuff to my inbox I'm obsessed. For context, the sfw ones still apply in the nsfw context lol. I wanted the sfw ones to apply even in the context of just going through some tough shit.

Tim

sfw:

Makes you breakfast the next day - let's you pick. Or gets something for you if you prefer something from a cafe/restaurant/fast food chain.

You want a sausage egg McMuffin and breakfast ends in three minutes? He's gonna find a way to get you that sandwich.

He really believes in food as comfort and love, so whatever you prefer he wants to make happen.

nsfw:

Can't stop staring at you. Like, it's almost disturbing how his eyes are on you constantly.

Prefers if you don't get dressed, but if you must, would ask you to wear a long t-shirt or a slip.

In this moment, you could literally ask him to do anything for you - and he would. Use that information however you please. He just wants to pamper you.

Brian

sfw:

Won't let you go until you ask him to, even if he's lying in bed all day.

When you're genuinely bothered or upset by something, he can soften up and be really good support for whatever it is.

If cuddling for very long isn't your thing, then he's content just being near you.

nsfw:

This man is so smug.

Of course, if you're in sub drop or anything, he's going to go easy on you, but the back and forth between you doesn't really stop. He will bring up whatever happened and kind of keep that going - even if you're a bit embarrassed now that you came.

Really - he just wants to work you up all over again and keep the game going for just a little bit longer. I really do believe he's a mean dom and really does get off on humiliating you. He will remind you of everything embarrassing you did for him.

Jack

sfw:

Makes you drink a glass of water - even if you say you aren't thirsty. He knows you're dehydrated.

If you're hungry now, he'll make you a meal, but he's not opposed to waiting. He makes you what you like the most, whether that's from that restaurant you like or just Kraft mac n' cheese.

nsfw:

He knows what he's doing and he already has everything set up. He's cleaning you up with a warm towel before you can even catch your breath. He doesn't want you to get an infection, after all.

Usually spitting praises and compliments to you.

Often suggests a bath together - even though he can't fit in the tub at all.

Toby

sfw

Now is the perfect time for adventure. Wants to go on a night walk.

Just wants to go out and do things with you alone in nature - pretend to not exist to the rest of society with you.

You'll walk down the empty 2 am street and just talk about whatever's on your mind. Sit on the swings at the park and kick rocks enjoying each other's company.

nsfw:

His aftercare is horny.

He'll still be touching you in ways, or still be inside of you.

He's a biter and finds himself still giving little nibbles to your neck, but when he finally stops, he catches himself running his fingers over the love bites.

It's all fervent and reckless, but not neglectful. I don't really know how else to describe it like that. Toby loves like a teenage boy loves his first girl friend - unabashed and adventurous - even though he's an adult now.

Jeff

sfw:

He's a rock. Your rock, but still a rock. I don't imagine it's easy to get him all empathetic, but he's still there for your struggles.

Encourages more of an activity - cooking a meal together, smoking, whatever it may be.

nsfw:

I'll be honest, I think sex with him is very primal and animalistic. He's not too keen on you cleaning yourself up immediately after, so if you're cuddling he'll try to convince you to sit in it.

Obviously he won't force you, he just thinks it's hot when you get physically exerted over something. It plays into this dynamic of sneaky, taboo sex where you get off and then go along with your day pretending nothing happened. Might not be there emotionally, but again - he'll ask if you want to go out and do something.

Liu

sfw:

He definitely feels with you the most. Whatever emotions you're going through, he parrots them very easily.

A back rubber. Just constantly running his fingers over your back in gentle caresses. Wipes your tears gently, if you have any. Pokes your cheeks when you smile.

nsfw:

In regards to sex, Liu always makes you a cup of tea after. He's narrowed down your preferences (but I always like to think he'd give you unsweetened peppermint tea - unless you don't like it).

Prefers silent cuddles after sex. Usually this lasts for about half an hour (unless it's right before bed.)

Nina

sfw:

You probably fell asleep while watching movies or something. The movie is still playing when you wake up.

A moment for self-care and pampering. Pedicures, facials, and backrubs. Real stereotypical "girl" stuff - even if you aren't a girl. She wants the sleepover experience with you.

nsfw:

I imagine her aftercare for sex is very similar.

She doesn't want you to dress, but if you do, she insists you wear a cute matching robe with her and fuzzy slippers.

Lots of pillow talk - she really isn't content with just being quiet and cuddling.

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Chapter 16:Haunted Hallows Part 1

 Meanwhile in an attempt to clear his head Dan trudged through the moonlit Forest.  He had been walking for a few minutes before his phone began ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out and the caller id,read "Dad".What could he want? Why now? These were the questions Dan thought as he hesitantly swiped up and answered the call. 

Dan:”hey”

Jack:”hey”

Dan:...... 

Dan:”Any reason you called?” 

Jack:”I contacted the university, they said that you already left campus for summer.. “

Dan:”yeah we did.. What of it?”

His voice was like ice and he was certain Jack could fill the chills through the phone.

Jack:”I- I mean we assumed that you'd be coming home for summer..”

Dan:”didn't think you'd want me there.”

Jack:”Danny you're my son of course I want you there..”

Dan:”Then why wait till now to call? I hadn't heard from you for damn near a full year till now.so why?”

Jack:”............I..I mean we wanted to give you your space, and with Jazz missing we just……”

Dan:”JAZZ IS MISSING!!?”

That was the most emotion Dan had allowed himself to feel up until that point….

Dan:”How long?”

Jack:”what?”

Dan:”How long has she been Missing!!?”

Jack:”About 6 months.”

Dan:”And you didn't tell me? Are you even looking for her!?”

Jack became appalled at Dan's insinuation.

Jack:”of course we have but…”

Dan:”But what!?”

Jack:”Jazz is an adult,she'll be alright.”

Dan:”You haven't changed a bit have you…”

Jack:”I see neither have you... I don't know what else you want from me Danny! We let you go to college, we even fund this ridiculous passion of yours!! Even after what you did!!”

Dan gripped his phone tighter trying his hardest not to break it. The anger he felt from that one statement was immeasurable.

Dan:”.. You know good and damn well what happened wasn't my fault!! And….”

He caught himself before he said something he'd regret.

 Dan:”you know what, never mind..Thanks for the talk dad glad to see you in such high spirits and give mom my regards.”

Jack:’Dan, wait I'm.... “

Dan:”You know what Dad.. I can see why Jazz disappeared.i wouldn't want to be in that house with you either. “

Jack:”Danny…son, wait I…”

Beep.. Dan cut off the phone and Dumped it back into his pocket. That was the first time he'd talked to his father since he'd left for college but the pain he felt on that day was the exact same pain that he felt now,helplessness,frustration And Sadness. All he could do to prevent himself from falling to his knees where he stood was to continue walking forward with hopes that he could take his mind off it. No sooner had he continued walking his ghost sense began to go off and from behind a collection of trees emerged a green skeleton Like ghost with red eyes frantically swinging a sword at Dan. Instinctively our hero immediately took a battle stance. 

Dan:”I'm going....”

He stopped halfway.

 Dan:”Wait, shit I can't use my ghost powers or else skulker will find me. “

Dan began running away helpless against the current threat. He had relied so much on his powers up until now that he hadn't ever thought about what would happen in a situation where he couldn't use them.He ran for what seemed like hours in one direction but only a few minutes had passed. Eventually, he hit a dead end and with his back against the wall he had no other options. 

Dan:”I'm going…”

He could only get out the 1st 2 words of his signature battle cry  before the skeleton was knocked out by a shadowed assailant.Upon closer inspection it was Sam with what appeared to be a baseball bat. 

Sam:”You got real far didn't you?. Comeon let's go, that won't hold him off for long but if we leave now we can lose him. “

Dan:”gee am I glad to see you!”

Sam flashes him a cheeky grin.

Sam:”likewise.”

Sam took the lead and together with Dan they left.

to be continued…

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Chapter 17:Haunted Hallows part 2

Back on Skulkers Island he informed the mysterious figure from before of Dan's disappearance and as Skulker expected he wasn't happy about it one bit. 

???? :”how could you let him out of your sight?? we need him!!“

Skulker :”it isn't that serious…”

???? :”Of course it is you, useless psychopath!!!”

Skulker raised his hook at the figure's throat. 

Skulker :”Mind running that tone by me again?”

???? :”cut it with the stupid hook you sociopath.. This is a serious matter.”

Skulker Lowers His weapon and returns to his throne.

???? :”What are you doing.?”

Skulker:”waiting for you to shut up so I can talk.”

???? :”Fine talk!!”

Skulker :”The boy running was expected,I practically gave him the idea myself but that's no issue like I told you he WILL return.”

???? :”how'd you figure?”

Skulker : “Because I'm A Hunter and I understand my prey .”

????  :So what, we just wait for him to come back? We can't do that!! Who knows how long it'll take for him to come back!!you're just saying all this simply because you can't find him!”

Skulker :”You're not very bright are you?”

????:”huh?”

Skulker:”I still have an Ace up my sleeve”

He points to the blinded Boxghost who was helplessly chained up in a corner.

Skulker:”With That idiot's ability we can locate the ghost boy no matter where he goes in the human world or the ghost zone.The concept of losing him was never even a possibility.”

????:”Then why haven't you?”

Skulker :”The box ghost needs his eyes for the ability to work and he hasn't regenerated them yet.It will probably be another day or 2 before they're fully healed.”

The figure facepalms in frustration.

????:”He's Only Blind because of youu!!!”

Skulker simply shrugged.

Skulker:”Whether we look for him or not he will come back and if he's doing what I believe he's doing I'm certain that when he comes back he will be eveb stronger. All we have to do is wait.”

Skulker :”Now you just need to do your part.”

???? :”And what would you have me do?”

Skulker:”It's your job to find and bring our other half ghost partner here.”

???? :”What makes you think he'll help?”

Skulker:”He's already been helping,now we're Just having him be more proactive.”

Skulker pulls out a phone-like device and gives it to him.

Skulker:”His coordinates are on this..use this to find him.”

He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled up photo.

????:”What's this?”

Skulker:”I found this in the ghostboys home,our friend may find this very useful.”

The figure grabs the device and the picture and leaves to scour the human world for this other human ghost hybrid. After hours of searching he stumbled on the supposed human while he was exiting his home.

???? :”Vladimir Masters I presume”

Vlad:”You presumed right,and I take It you’re one of Skulkers men?”

The figure nodded.

Vlad:”If he's sent you , that must mean that plans are accelerating. What is it that he wants with me now?”

???? :”I've been told by him that you have certain abilities, abilities that would be a great use to us,I've come to confirm them.”

Vlad lets out a loud scoff as a sinister grin forms on his face.

Vlad:”I see,it's finally my turn to join the fray very well.”

A red glow envelopes around his hand and he fires an ecto ray at a nearby tree.

Vlad:”Is that proof enough for you?”

The cloaked figure nods then hands Vlad the crumbled photo that Skulker had given him,as he unfolded it he was surprised to see a picture of his old college roommates Jack and Maddie with their son Danny Fenton.

????: Skulker picked this up from the ghost boy's alleged home.”

Vlad:”The Fentons? Why I haven't seen them in years! and you say this photo was in the ghost boy's home?”

The figure nodded.

Vlad:”Why would the ghost boy have a picture of the fenton family unless ... .Are you trying to tell me that the ghost boy,Is Jack's son?”

The ghostly figure nodded once again prompting another sinister grin to form on Vlads face.

Vlad:”So what would you have me do?”

????:”Soon we will resume the search for Dan. He is a vital piece in our conquest.When we do find him your assistance will be needed in swaying him to our side.”

Vlad:”Seems simple enough.Is that all?”

????:”Yes, Skulker believes that seeing another halfa may be enough to influence the boy.”

Vlad lets out a light chuckle

Vlad:”Well well Jack you old fool it looks like your son will finally reap the consequences of your sins .”

???? :”so do we have a deal?”

The mysterious figure extendeds an open hand towards Vlad, Vlad takes his hand and shakes it smiling eagerly. 

Vlad :”It's a deal..”

To be continued…

New Chapters out, both these chapters were very short on their own, so I dropped them together,hope you guys understand the teen angst.Please keep reading!! Or i'll come to your house and tickle you.

READ the other released Chapters here.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins Part 43

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Notes: I’m aiming to have 2-3 more chapters before wrapping this up.

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

"You're late."

You are. That had not been the plan.

In fact, for most of the evening, nothing has gone to plan.

The modulator had been such a finicky little fucker to get right.

You had spent so much time fiddling with it to nail Nathan's pitch and timbre.

His tone and pace, that was down to you to get right.

The kevlar had also been more difficult to manipulate than you'd anticipated.

It's lighter and more flexible, just like you wanted, but conforming it to your body and needs is so foreign to you.

And after all of the time that you had taken to get the voice box right—

It doesn't matter.

You're finally there, hugging to the shadows as you eye. Commissioner Jim Gordon standing at the other end of the roof.

You've seen him on the news all day, and you'd had some inkling that Nathan was working with the cops while you'd both been in Gotham.

"I've got questions," Gordon takes a step closer, and it's a fight not to just turn and run.

Instead you tip your chin up, the night splitting with Nathan's voice: "I came here for answers. You said your information was too sensitive to send."

"Where the hell have you been?"

And isn't that the million dollar question.

"Busy."

"Look, I know we don't exactly have a solid relationship, but you can't just disappear on me like that, man. We've been drowning without you out there."

"...Information," You reiterate. "Who, where, what. Details."

Gordon shakes his head, huffing.

"You've seen this clown shit?"

"Here and there."

"Well, it's all over the fucking place."

"You said you had a lead."

"The name Jack White mean anything to you?"

Not a damn thing.

Gordon's eyes narrow at your silence before he fishes into his pocket, drawing out a USB stick.

He holds it out, and waits.

But you don't dare get any closer, not as you are. Not like this.

"...Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you," Gordon says after a moment, "Or with Bateman. The department's up my ass about it. Once we clear up this clown gang, if he hasn't resurfaced and if you don't volunteer that information...It's not looking good for you."

"Nothing to volunteer."

"Why were you at his manor, then?"

"...Had a tip."

"About what?"

"Can't say."

"Christ," Gordon hisses. "I thought you were a shit before. What's crawled up your ass?"

"Give me the information. I do my job, you do yours."

Gordon huffs a flat laugh, tossing the stick just enough for you to catch it.

"I'll see what I can find," You add.

"Work fast, and keep your head down. Anyone in the department catches you with that information, it's both of us on the line."

"I understand."

--

You shouldn't have taken it.

You stare at the USB drive, damning yourself as the screens flicker in front of you.

You can't look into this.

Your thing is the tech, Nathan's thing is the digging.

At least, it was until Vicki sunk her claws into—

No, no. Not now.

You know that Nathan has access to a vast array of information.

You won't go after the guy, you can just...Give Gordon some insight on his leads to get him off your back.

And then you can dig back into whatever the hell happened to Nathan.

You heave in a deep breath, straightening up with a groan.

Getting home had been hell.

You'd doubled back to make sure Gordon wasn't following you. It had taken you four times as long to get back to the mansion.

It's nearly three in the morning, and you don't have Nathan's stamina.

Alright.

You'll take a short nap, have a snack, and then get going on this.

--

"Activity report, Master Bateman."

Nathan doesn't answer right away.

It's been like this for the last week and a half—Alfred running at half-power, focusing on security tasks as Nathan tries to identify the faulty wiring that's causing the facility to lock down.

He's been running as his own skeleton crew, working at half-speed and half-power as he tries to pinpoint the problem.

Whatever it is, wherever it is, it's giving him a helluva runaround.

Every time he thinks he's got it nailed, something else rears its ugly fucking head.

And with Alfred running at diminished capacity, Nathan has narrowed his task focuses mean—namely activity reports for the properties connected to his systems.

"Go on," Nathan waves a hand before returning both to the keyboard.

"Facility occupants: two."

"Technically one," Nathan mutters.

"I take umbridge with that. Manor occupants—"

"None, I know, move on—"

"One—"

"What?" Nathan twists in his chair, brow furrowing deeply. "The fuck do you mean, one occupant in the Manor?"

"Entry, exit, kitchen, and Blue Room sensors have been triggered repeatedly."

It can't just be the police, there's no way they'd start sniffing around there after so many weeks, let alone take up residence.

It could be a wild animal that's gotten in, is enjoying having the run of the place.

"Cave sensors?"

"Triggered."

His stomach swoops.

"Why the hell didn't you start with that? How many times?"

"Nine times in the last forty-eight hours."

Nathan twists back to his laptop, minimizing his work.

"Is that the only activity for the cave?" He asks.

"The sensors have been triggered routinely for the last week."

Nathan's hands curl and flex over his keyboard, fingers beginning to tingle with nerves.

Vicki had been on his trail when he left town, but he didn't think that she'd gotten that close.

Could she have found the cave, worked out how to get in?

And if it is her, what the fuck is she doing, going down there, over and over? Taking photos? Collecting evidence?

Nathan hisses a curse as he receives an error message for the cameras at the Manor.

Son of a bitch—it can't be that the power had been shut down, or off.

If that was the case, the sensors wouldn't be working.

He considers for a few moments, eyes searching the error screen.

"Alfred."

"Sir."

"How many times have the sensors in the Blue Room been triggered?"

"In the last forty-eight hours?"

"In the last week."

"Fifty-three, sir."

Nathan's mind zips to a place it shouldn't go.

You're in Metropolis. You're in a shitty apartent with your grass-green avocados and stubbornness.

Even if you are back in Gotham...No.

Nathan shakes his head, swallowing thickly.

He's been toying with the idea of a return, first as Batman, and then as himself—an ease back into public life coupled with an excuse that things had gotten too chaotic, that he didn't plan his little break to cause such a stir.

But if someone is in his Manor, sniffing around the cave, poking around his truths—

Hell.

Nathan is going to have to get back to Gotham—the sooner, the better.

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[lnsfawwi]

bucky is anti-peggy: their relationships with steve and why bucky will always overshadow peggy as love interest

hardly anything novel but I have to get it out of my system. interpretations are strictly in-universe just to be fair. also seb headcanons are canon, I won't hear otherwise!

the difference between stucky and steggy can be summed up by their respective reactions to beefed-up Steve. someone on tumblr points out that these two scenes also serve as analogies of their relationships. steggy would always be about peggy reaching out, their relationship would be under the spotlight, be the center of attention while stucky is the reverse. I just want to add to that.

Peggy was literally dazzled, she tried to touch his naked body, she was eager to see what this body could do (sexually, among other things). that's the first time she saw steve as sexually attractive, the first time she saw steve at all if we are honest, and what she saw was this jacked-up version of him, an icon-to-be, someone whom steve never really accepted as himself. In essence, the first time she really paid attention to steve as the love interest, was the moment steve became someone else.

Bucky, who was tortured for days, if not weeks, still delirious, was confused bc that was not his steve, he probably didn't even think Steve was real at first. Bucky was experimented on, he likely knew there were similar human experiments aimed to enhance, he knew science like that was possible, but whose science? so that's the first question, 'what happened?' Steve joined the army, okay, so this was not forced onto him, probably. then the next thing he asked was, 'did it hurt?' he didn't care how strong it made Steve, he only wanted assurance that Steve was fine. like, what if the process hurt? what could bucky possibly do? nothing. it's not about whether it hurt, it was just bucky simply giving a shit about steve's wellbeing. we don't even need to get into the 'little kid from brooklyn' line.

peggy witnessed a magical transformation and was amazed by the eventual product but bucky saw his best friend who must've gotten through something excruciating. peggy could never fall in love with skinny steve when that's all bucky saw, until the very end (sebastian said bucky probably never got used to big steve).

another contrast would be the final plane crash. sebastian was asked whether Bucky would've gotten on that plane with Steve or stayed behind like Peggy. seb's answer is that Bucky would've tried to get on that plane cuz he felt responsible for steve, and he'd fall again.

the thing is that, had Bucky been on that plane, Steve never would've crashed it. he would've done anything to save Bucky. he didn't have to crash that plane which was canon (pointed out by rhodey). steve could've got out but he didn't. Bucky being there would've given him the motivation to do so. any other person would tbh, but only Bucky would be willing to be on that plane bc Peggy canonly wasn't. in addition to bucky's willingness to follow steve literally into the jaws of death, in this hypothetical scenario, Bucky would be the reason for Steve to live in catfa.

that leads to yet another contrast.

'just go! get out of here!' 'no, not without you!'

steve, who had no idea what he was capable of, jumped through fire for bucky.

'don't do this, there's still time, let me find a way...' 'a lot of people are gonna die if I don't do this, peggy. this's my choice.'

despite peggy's pleading, steve crashed the plane.

the word choice appeared several times in catfa. the first time was when peggy told philip that it was steve's choice (to die trying to save bucky). the second time was when peggy told steve that bucky made a choice (to die fighting with him). and the third time was when steve told peggy it was his choice (to sacrifice himself). it's no coincidence that each and every time the choice was each other, steve echoing the word at the end made it clear that he was doing this for bucky.

a relationship goes both ways. steve and bucky are canonly willing to, and did, die and live for each other. peggy simply doesn't have that level of impact on steve. in fact, steve literally repeatedly chose bucky over her in catfa.

put it simply, bucky and steve care more about each other than themselves, peggy didn't even care about skinny steve in that sense. she also literally couldn't because she only met skinny steve twice. briefly.

plus as I said previously bucky is the only one standing in between a traditional cishet hypermasculine image of steve and the real steve, peggy is the one element that fulfils the false image.

everything bucky is, peggy is the opposite. the differences quite literally result in different interpretations of steve. and who can say honestly that endgame steve is better than cap trilogy steve？

[moriitis]

👉👈 I got a question would ej or ticci toby love a plus size s/o if so do you got hcs for that

These boys don't judge. Especially Jack!

Toby -

Why should he be on to judge on your body weight? That's not his place to say and you're so much more than that.

So, if anyone where to make a comment, he'll beat them the fuck up or just find out where they live and grant them a slow death.

Regardless, he let's you know how beautiful you are every day, morning and night.

And if you opened up to him about how you may be possibly insecure about your weight, he'll listen closely.

Now, in a situation where you two argue, will he use your weight against you?

Yes, he will and he'll eat himself inside and out at the idea of even bringing it up.

He knows he isn't perfect and he doesn't mean for it to come out.

He loves the extra bumps and curves and he'll make sure you know that.

Loves touching you up and down, admiring you.

Of course, your body isn't the only thing he loves - your eyes, hair, the way you smile.

When did he get so lucky? So fortunate?

A part of him feels as if he doesn't deserve it.

Sure, he's a little bummed that some of his clothing may not fit you perfectly.

But he won't say anything about it.

And if he catches you glancing at yourself in the mirror, he'll narrow his eyes, observing.

"What's going on in that p-pretty little head?"

He'll ask. Just wanting to make sure that you are okay.

Shit, he might even gain some weight himself.

Not that he's opposed to that idea at all.

Eyeless Jack -

Salivates around you 24/7.

As if you didn't smell good enough already.

You felt amazing on the roughness of his claws.

You were plump, perfect and it was hard for him not to suddenly bite into your arm.

If you were okay with it, he wouldn't hesitate.

Despite the lack of sight, his hands moving on your body already tell him how beautiful you are.

And it's not like weight really matters to him either; because he can't really see you anyway.

So, he'll keep on caressing you, smelling you, drooling on the crook of your neck.

The idea of eating you shamefully turning him on.

And he loves when you treat him like some bad mutt, smacking his head softly until he backs down in a whimper.

Same as Toby, if someone were to make a shitty comment, he'll stand up for you.

And if you make a shitty comment in regards to your weight, then he'll lecture you on how every body is different and how we all process food differently.

Shit, if you want help to lose weight, he can think of ways.. (that doesn't consist of cutting you up and eating you.)

Point of the matter is, weight means nothing to him because considering how he looks, he's surprised you're willing to love someone as disgusting as him.

Your bodies are beautiful!

[cleverstudentcheesecake]

Since I either consider Shen Yuan to be reincarnated Shen Jiu or Shen Jiu's brother/twin/son, I hate it when people describe him to be awkward, spineless, dumb, poor, broke or unattractive in the modern world. In the SVSSS world, in fannon he is often characterised to be too easy, trusting, damsel-in-distress who is easy to manipulate.

Let me tell you, a reincarnated Shen Jiu or Shen Jiu's close kin would never be any of the above. Even if we consider him to have absolutely no relation with Shen Jiu, he can never be any of the above.

Now let's be realistic why.

Poor, broke and unattractive?

Shen Yuan is clearly stated to be a 'Second-generation rich kid'.

This is the definition of 'Second-generation rich kid' given in the extra notes of book 1:

SECOND-GENERATION RICH KID: A child of a wealthy family who grows up with a large inheritance. “Second-generation” in this case refers to them being the younger generation (as opposed to their parents, who are the first generation) rather than immigrant status.

Have you ever seen rich Chinese kids or heard about the term 'Crazy Rich Asians'?

Do you know what their lifestyle, fashion senses, academic profiles and extracurriculars are like?

Iykyk...

According to me Shen Yuan in modern world used to be that absolutely breath taking, elegant, overachieving kid who grew up reading the hardest of litetary works and then proceeded to burn himself out in University.

He must have known how to play atleast 2 musical instruments and have been well versed in multiple languages. He was also a chess genius as well as a great networker with his silver tongue and natural knack for flattery. He had been privately tutored for everything above.

If you ever found Shen Yuan outside his house, you would find his spine to be pin straight, without a hair out of place and effortlessly dressed to kill.

I believe when he was reading PIDW he was taking a break after both his mental and physical conditions declined due to social, academic and familial pressures.

He was good at everything but never as good as his elder brothers. He used to be a prime example of 'Jack of all trade, Master of none'.

He had no ambition of his own after being overshadowed by his brothers who were also physically more fit than him, all his life. He was existing until one day it all came breaking in.

Why did the length of the break even matter when he would still have a huge trust fund even if he achieves nothing in life? He just had to make sure to not do anything shameful that could have possibly harmed his family's reputation. The trust funds were sufficient to sustain his introverted ass for a lifetime.

So, he became a shut in.

He was always a closet otaku but now he could completely indulge himself in his otaku tendencies.

He went and read every trashy web novel that ever existed until he found his 'The Read'.

From the comfort of his home and behind the screen he could be his true gremlin self (someone who could completely tear down your confidence down with his verbal attacks without a huff).

He no longer needed his silver tongue to appease people, he could laze around all day aimlessly and shit talk essays on the web novels' comment sections.

The rest is history...

Why do you think he was inherently adept to pretending in the SVSSS world? Why was it so effortless for him to pretend to be an extraordinary immortal scholar? — because all his life he had been pretending.

If he was awkward he wouldn't have been able to collect potential suitors like pokemons.

He is polite, endearing and a flatterer but never awkward.

Excuse me if he was easy to manipulate and too trusting, he would have never escaped Zhuzhi Lang.

Spineless you say?

Prove it that he won't castrate a person then and there if they even try to look the wrong way at his disciples?

Assure me that if had gone through the same circumstances as Shen Jiu, he wouldn't have turned out exactly like Shen Jiu?

Tell me that Shen Yuan isn't capable of pulling a Nie Huaisang if his Jiu-ge is skillfully murdered in front of him?

A damsel-in-distress, tell me he isn't capable of fighting and standing up for himself.

How can he ever be dumb?

His aimlessness and laziness doesn't account for his lack of intelligence. I agree that he may not be much emotionally adept but he is book smart and quick on his feet.

Sometimes, his obvious denial of affection makes me feel that they don't actually stem from being in a Villain's body or obliviousness, but rather from his own self-doubt and hatred.

He purposefully denies what is right in front of him which makes him biased and an unreliable narrator. He sees himself as an unkind person throughout the story but we all know the truth.

He also considers himself old and unlovable but we know he is a pretty bitch who everyone has a crush on.

Believe me Tsundere Shen Yuan needed a Yandere Binghe in his life so he could realise that there exists someone who loves, trusts and believes him unconditionally. All his life he had lived feeling useless, he needed someone who wants him desperately and also makes him feel wanted.

We say Shen Yuan helped Binghe, trust me Binghe did the same for Shen Yuan. Binghe fixed something in Shen Yuan that he never realised was broken. They are co-dependent freaks who absolutely deserve each other.

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Not yours - Chapter 7

John Marston is a man on the run, but not from the law. Instead he's running from the responsibility of being a father and caring for his family.

After the birth of his son, Jack, he took off for almost a whole year. What was he up to during that time?

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Tags: pre-canon, she/her pronouns, eventual smut, explicit sexual content, sexual tension, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, angst, spoilers for the Epilogue

Opening the door, you're being greeted with someone who most definitely is not the man you were hoping for. All excitement leaves you and is immediately replaced by naked fear. The person standing infront of you has a wide menacing grin, baring his teeth like a wolf eying it's prey.

It's the guy from the saloon. The one you budded heads with in order to aid Eli and the one John threatened right after that. An ice cold shiver runs down your spine and you quickly go to shut the door right into his nose. Unfortunately he already sees that coming and his foot shoots forward to stop the door.

Next thing he does is push it open in one swift energetic motion, nearly sending you tumbling backwards. Instead you stumble a few steps away and stare at him like a deer caught in headlights. He looks delighted, almost amused by your reaction to him.

"Aren't you gonna run your mouth like you did earlier, sweetheart?", he purrs and strolls over to the kitchen counters.

The O'Driscoll looks around your house, taking in every detail and nods to himself.

"Quite a cozy cabin ya got here.", he comments and continues walking.

He's acting all casual like he's merely visiting a friend, meanwhile you're over there close to shitting yourself. As he saunters around the place, you keep your distance and make sure that the table is between the two of you at all times.

Right now he's basically standing next to your bed, right where you keep the shotgun. In your mind, you're coming up with different ways of getting ahold of the weapon before he can stop you. That won't be an easy task, considering it's tugged away under the bed.

You'd have to run over there, bend down, take it out and then aim in a span of a couple seconds. All that is going to give him plenty of time to catch you.

"You know.", he starts, ripping you out of your thoughts. "I don't much like bein' disrespected by folks. Especially not by someone close to one of Van Der Linde's boys."

That last sentence has you furrow your eyebrows in utter confusion. What in the nine hells does he mean by one of the Van Der Linde boys? Of course you know of that gang. They're as notorious as the O'Driscolls, though granted, less violent if one believes the rumors.

But a gang nonetheless and you don't have much sympathy for outlaws. At this point, your brain is doing gymnastics and running a marathon in an attempt to figure out what he's talking about. The Van Der Linde gang isn't even in the area, otherwise the newspapers would have mentioned something.

The O'Driscoll meets your puzzled gaze and momentarily breaks into barking laughter. What he finds so entertaining about all this, is beyond you. But you won't even try to understand what's going on behind this criminal's eyes. If there even is anything coherent going on in there.

"You don't even know who I'm talkin' about, do ya?", he asks, but you can't move a single muscle let alone answer. "I mean that son of a bitch who played your knight in shinin' armor."

Does he mean John? Your thoughts are running wild as you attempt to process anything that's happening right now. Finally you find your voice.

"What will you do to me?", you manage to croak out, not too keen on actually hearing the answer to that.

The man tilts his head to the side in playful curiosity, which makes him appear even less human. Slowly, he walks up to you while you stumble backwards for each step he takes until your backside meets your kitchencounter. Now he's standing right infront of you, only a few inches away.

That sinister grin of his makes your stomach turn upside down and it takes every ounce of strength to not throw up on his shoes. Although he would deserve it and much more, much worse.

"I'm tempted to kill ya after you ran your mouth so much at the saloon.", he tells you, his cruel voice like a dagger. "But the boys and I agreed to take you to our camp."

"Why?"

"Cause you'll be of more value there." He extends his hand to brush a hair strands out of your face and you fight back the urge to bite his fingers clean off. "That Van Der Linde bastard will come runnin' for ya. Runnin' right into our trap."

While his attention is on your face, you subtly reach behind you and feel around for anything that you could use as a weapon. Your fingers touch something cold. Metal. Quickly you wrap them around the handle of the pot and brace yourself for the struggle that will ensue.

With as much heft as you can muster up, you swing that damned pot and hit the side of that fucker's face. The impact shakes your entire arm and you watch with wide eyes how the O'Driscoll slides down to his knees. A pained grunt leave his mouth and you jump over his cowering figure.

In four long strides, you find yourself at the edge of your bed and grab the shotgun. You turn around on your heels and see in horror that the man is up on his feet again. The expression on his ugly face is a furious grimace. Cocked and loaded, you aim the barrel of the gun at him.

One would believe you won the fight. You have the upper hand after all with the weapon. One wrong move on his part and you could blow half his head off. Then why on earth is that son of a bitch grinning like he knows of an inside joke and you don't?

"Oh, darlin'.", he drawls in a cocky tone. "You won't shoot me."

He takes one step, then another. Now he's standing right infront of the shotgun, which slightly rattles in your trembling grasp. Everything within you screams at you to pull the trigger, but something is holding you back. You have never killed a person before and a part of you wants to keep it that way.

Something stirs in the corner of your eyes. The O'Driscoll is reaching for the holstered revolver on his belt. Reflex and instinct take over and you pull the trigger before he could move another muscle. An earpiercing peng cuts through the house and something warm hits your cheeks.

Oh darlin'.

The man slumps down, the large hole in his head leaking uncontrollably. The shotgun slides out of your hands and hits the wooden floor. You follow it shortly after and fall down on your knees, your eyes glued to the dead body. This part of your humble home is coated with bits of what you assume could only be his brain and dark splatters of blood.

You won't shoot me.

The front door is being opened and next thing you know, hands are squeezing your shoulders. They move up to cup your cheeks. The skin on them feels rough and calloused, but the touch is gentle. You meet the gaze of none other than John Marston.

He helps you up and sits you down on one of the chairs. His eyes flicker all around the house, taking in the carnage you have unintentionally created. He doesn't talk, doesn't utter a single word, because he has no idea if that would even help. John isn't good at providing comfort.

On the contrary, he knows that whatever he will say to you, will make the situation most likely worse. He also isn't particularly good at giving physical comfort. A hug might make you feel better, a soft touch to let you know that he's here for you. Though he doubts he'd do well at all. It would be awkward and forced.

So John Marston does what he knows he does well and that is cleaning up the bloody mess for you. In an instant, he's carrying out the still bleeding corpse, but careful to not spread the oozing liquid all over the floor. It's something he's familiar with, something he's used to.

Once that is done, he wets a cloth at the basin and dabs it on your cheeks, wiping the splatters away. The entire time, his face is a stone cold mask, unmoving and unreadable. It's evident in his eyes that the gears inside his head are working on overdrive, but the rest of him seems almost mechanical.

While he removes all evidence of the killing, you can't help but replay the words of the O'Driscoll in your mind over and over again. It's obvious by now that John isn't a simple traveler. There have been so many signs pointing towards it, signs you have been completely ignorant to.

Even after you've confessed to him how your parents died, he had never said anything. You remember the way he looked at you that night. It all makes sense now.

"Who are you really, John?", you ask him, your voice sounding foreign and hollow even in your own ears.

He lowers his gaze, hiding his face under that stupid hat. It fills you with a sudden rage. How dare he hide behind that armor of his?

"I'm a bad man.", he then answers, the words barely a whisper.

"You lied to me." You stand up from your chair, a newfound strength coursing through your veins. "Look at me."

He listens to your command and lifts his head. That pained look on his face makes you want to slap him. He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you here alone. I should have stayed-"

"You're an outlaw, John.", you interrupt him. "You're robbing, killing people. I don't...I don't even know what to say."

"It ain't like that!", he argues and you scoff.

"Then how is it? How? Explain it to me."

"We're livin' free."

"Oh shut up.", you hiss, each word sounding like you're spitting out venom. "After all this, I find out that you're a murderer! After I've given you- after I-"

Your words get caught up in your throat and you bury your face in both hands.

"You knew how I think about these things and you still- you played me. I should have known!" You pace around the house, his gaze boring into you. "I liked you. I genuinely liked you and for a small moment I thought that you liked me too. That was all fun for you, wasn't it? All of it. All of it was a lie."

"That's what ya think?", he counters and steps closer.

You stop in your tracks and glare daggers at him.

"That's what I know! All this time you just pretended to care. You were probably just scouting out the place to see if anything is worth stealing, weren't you?"

"That ain't the truth!", he argues back frustrated, as if he even has the right to feel that way. "Shit! I ain't good with words."

"Oh, at least that's the truth."

"Will ya just listen to me for one second?", he snaps and reaches out to touch you, but then his hands drop back down to his sides. "I wasn't pretendin'. I still ain't. Yes, I rob folks. Yes, I kill some of 'em too. You're allowed to hate me, but at least let me try to explain. I was a kid when they picked me up from the street."

Damned be his nice voice and damned be those feelings you have for him. With each passing second you feel your anger die down and be replaced by the urge to hold him close. Outlaw or not, you can't help but throw all your principles out of the window when it comes to John.

So you walk him towards the table, pour both of you a glass of Whisky and you listen to him. You listen to him tell you how he was a starving orphan before being taken in by Dutch Van Der Linde. You listen to him explaining how the same man taught him to read and write, raising him like a son.

He tells you about the others too. Hosea, Susan and Arthur. It still feels like there's some stuff he's leaving out, but you don't need to know all the details. You understand his situation a bit better now, feeling less betrayed and hurt. When his tale comes to an end, your hand shoots forward to take his.

For a moment there it seems like he's about to pull away, but then he intertwines his fingers with yours. A gentle smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, your fight from earlier long forgotten.

"So you ain't chasin' me out of town?", he asks, a hesitant chuckle leaving his lips.

"Not yet.", you joke and watch the rest of the tension in his shoulders leave.

This is the most open he has ever been with you. It's a sad thing, what had happened to him and it makes you even more grateful for the fact that you had a whole community to back you up after your own parents had passed away. If John would have had something similar back then, then maybe he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands now.

"It's pretty late now.", he comments, ripping you out of your thoughts.

"Why don't you stay here?", you ask, the question spilling out of you before you could even attempt to process them in your mind.

"I didn't plan on leavin' ya alone anyways."

"And what if I had thrown you out?"

"I'd have slept on your porch then."

"Why doesn't that surprise me one bit?", you mumble with a shake of your head as you take away the two whisky glasses.

John stretches his legs out infront of him as he makes himself more comfortable on the chair.

"I can prepare something proper for you. You don't have to stay in the chair.", you quickly offer, but he casually waves it off.

"Nah, don't bother yourself with that. I'm fine just where I am."

"Sure?"

"As sure as can be."

He then tips his head down to cover his face almost entirely while you blow out the few lit candles. It doesn't take long for the exhaustion to wash over you after you lay down in your bed.

---

A sharp knocking from the door jolts you awake and you jump out of bed. John isn't sitting at the table anymore and you assume that he probably went out to relief himself. Then why is he knocking and not simply walking back in?

Hesitantly you tiptoe towards the door. He most likely doesn't want to scare you and make you think that someone is breaking in. Yes, that must be it. He's just announcing himself. Though when you open the door you're not being greeted by the familiar face of John.

Instead, a nightmare is standing in the doorway and a choked back cry tears from your throat. Before you towers the O'Driscoll, but with half of his face missing. His jaw hangs slack and is being held up by a few strings that used to be his cheeks. The sight is almost sending your dinner back up.

You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet, causing you to come crashing down harshly on your butt. Accidentally you bite your tongue during the rough collision and the taste of iron floods your mouth. The disfigured man takes a wobbly step towards you, as if he's struggling to keep his balance.

Blood is gushing out of his head and dripping down onto the floor that John had scrubbed clean after getting rid of the body. Quickly you crawl towards your bed and reach underneath it. Naked fear grips you when you can't feel the shotgun. With widened eyes you scan your surroundings, but can't spot the weapon anywhere.

What the fuck is a shotgun going to do anyways?

In the meantime, the O'Driscoll who somehow got raised from the dead, is slowly but surely approaching. He extends his arms, reaching out for you and grabbing you by the collar of your blouse. Sheer panic washes over you and you find yourself unable to lift a single fingers as he pulls you back up to your feet.

A gurgling noise is coming from his throat, as if he's attempting to say something, but nothing coherent is coming out. How would it? Next thing you know, he's dragging you out of the house and into the cold night. Tears well up in your eyes and you scream your lungs out.

---

A pair of hands grab you by your arms and you force your eyes to open. Your screaming immediately seizes at the sight of John, who's staring at you with a terrified expression. That is when you realize that you've just been dreaming and all tension leaves your body.

He's sitting on the edge of your bed and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. John's fingers trace circles over your back in an attempt to soothe you. It's a nice gesture, if a bit awkward.

"You're alright.", he murmurs close to your ear and you let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry. I must have scared you.", you say, your voice being muffled by his shirt.

"You sure as shit did.", he breathes out with a dry chuckle. "Was is a bad dream?"

You hum in confirmation and he instinctively pulls you close. It's a new sensation, having him hold you like this, but it's also very much welcome. It's what you need right now. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and he let's go of you, much to your own dismay.

As he stands up from the bed, your hand goes to grab his wrist and he stops dead in his tracks. The look you give him is a silent plea and you might not see it, but it has his heart clench up in his chest.

"Stay."

That's all he really needs to hear. Without hesitation he lowers himself back onto the mattress and you scooch over to make some room for him. The wood creaks under the added weight and you make yourself comfortable against his side. He quickly kicks off his boots, that are falling down with a thump, before wrapping both arms around you.

His chest rises and falls in a slow and calming motion and you listen to the beat of his heart. The new presence and added warmth in your bed is making you relax faster than you thought it would. Though you fight to stay awake. Partly out of fear to go through another horrible nightmare and partly to relish in the feeling of having him next to you like this.

"Thank you.", you whisper into the darkness.

"Don't."

"Why?"

"I don't deserve your thanks."

"You do, John." Slowly, you drift off to sleep. "You do."

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