#the longer you fight the cuddles jason

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.

[mistymisfit]

Hounds of love

Summary: Jason wakes up from a bad dream, lucky for him he's got you to make him feel better. Based on the song Hounds of love by Kate Bush (and that post I made in april)

warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship ,I think it's gender neutral but lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: sorry for the --summarized-- psychoanalysis class lol (this has been in my drafts since april idk why I didn't post sooner)

Jason had always yearned for love, any type of love he could get. Ever since he was a child, afraid and hiding in the dark cold streets of Gotham, he's always wanted to be loved- to be so full of love he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. But he's always been a coward, every time someone would get close enough he'd start fighting it, self-sabotaging as if he subconsciously knew he did not deserve it. His own father, his mom, his stepmother, Bruce, he'd been let down time and time again by the adults in his life supposed to protect him. If they couldn't give him what he wanted, love him, who could?

The dread, or rather the certainty he had over being unlovable shadowed over him, as much as he tried to push it down and pretend he didn't need it. His own biological parents left him, they never wanted him. The very people who were supposed to love him, he was their son. They brought him into this world, it was their responsibility. Then he'd say he didn't even like Bruce to begin with, who cares if he chose to adopt him? Who cared if he looked up to him so dearly once as a child? He had died under his care, Jason had almost everything he wanted and went ahead and ruined it-- all because he was too afraid to accept it, because he was too stubborn. You just had to go after him on your own, he'd blame himself.

Now he keeps having this recurring dream; he's being chased by something in some woods, and he keeps running. He wants to ask for help, he really does but his mouth won't open. Then he gets to a lake, takes his shoes off, throws them in the lake and takes two steps on the water. Some days that does it, he feels like the thing is no longer chasing him. But most days he wakes up before he can feel he's lost the thing chasing him.

Tonight he's holding a wounded fox in his hands, attacked by bigger animals, in the midst of escaping. The poor thing looks at him with kind, almost human, eyes. He feels its little heart pounding fast on its chest, the little animal feels familiar. He knows this fox from somewhere else. How else would it let him hold it? Why else would he stop running, too guilty to leave it alone? He feels ashamed of running away, but he has to. He's too scared to be there, he doesn't know what makes him so afraid to leave the poor animal on its own. None of this was real, there was nothing following him, he's never seen what's after him. So why couldn't he stay with the fox?

This night he wakes up sweating, agitated and with his heart kicking his ribs. He immediately kicks off the covers, and takes off his shirt when he feels the cotton starts to itch and stick to his skin. He knows he should try to calm himself down before he wakes you up, you had to be up in a few hours.

"Jay?" You slur, barely a whisper.

"Sorry my love," He apologizes, looking back to you rubbing your eyes "I'll go sleep on the couch"

"mmm, stay" you hum, still groggy with sleep but a hand of yours reaches out for him "bed's too cold"

He takes your hand in his before cuddling back next to you under the covers, limbs getting tangled together once again. And before he knows it he's got his head on your chest as you wrap your legs around him to keep him close.

"Where'd your shirt go?" You mumble, hands softly going across the expanse of his back.

"You complaining?" He teases to distract you and it works because you shake your head no with blushed cheeks. His hands sneaked under your clothes to hold you in a way that was almost a tradition now. He'd reach for your skin just to feel you there, to make sure you're safe and next to him and you weren't some hallucination he'd made up in his loneliness. If Jason had to he'd die and come again, crawling out of his coffin if it only meant he'd get to hold you like this one more time.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask

"About what?" He hums, too comfortable in your embrace to even be bothered with remembering what he was so stressed about.

"Why you are awake" There's a beat of silence after the sentence has come out of your mouth. The only thing that can be heard is the city's never-sleeping traffic in the distance. He doesn't want to burden you with something as measly as a dream, so what if it made him wake up in a sweat? It made no sense so he had no reason to be upset.

"Had a bad dream, wasn't really a nightmare..." He confesses after the silence." 's stupid go back to sleep"

"It's not stupid, tell me about it"

"Baby" He sighs, hoping he sounds pissed off enough for you to drop the subject.

"What? A dream can be your subconscious trying to get something you can't when you're awake"

"Mine must hate me"

"It doesn't, but it may want something youre not aware of"

"Since when do you know so much about dreams? Nerd" He teases, nuzzling his head to you. Realizing you're just as stubborn as him, he accepts defeat and tells you about his dream, "There's a thing chasing me and I'm running through some woods"

"What's the thing?" You ask

"I don't know" He scoffs, quick to dismiss it.

"Just think about it," You hike your leg higher up his waist and squeeze him closer to you if it was possible. "how did it feel?"

Tangling himself with you to the point where he can't tell where you end is where he feels like he can be vulnerable. Only when it feels like he might just become one with you he can let his guard completely down. So he sighs and takes a moment to do what you ask. He knows damn well what is after him, he's always known.

"Me, I think," He hides his face even further into your chest."my feelings"

You only hum in response, so he asks "Is it hard to love me?"

Now you understand where the dream came from. The moment he connected the thing chasing him with its meaning awoke an insecurity, something he was trying to keep buried down. So you waste no time in your reply.

"Loving someone has never come easier to me"

He finally lifts his head up, big blue eyes swelling up with tears. He looked so helpless but at the same time so full of devotion for you. He's loved, you love him, so it must mean that he can be. If he's deserving of your love, your selfless and pure love, then he's not unlovable. He kisses your jaw, and then your neck hearing a soft sigh of his name coming out of your lips. Knowing he's handed you his own heart in a silver platter, that he is yours to do as you please, Jason can rest at ease that you'd never harm him.

"Why do you ask?" You don't let yourself get distracted by his kisses.

"It's just that-" He sighs, maybe he can be vulnerable one more time with you. So he fights against the need to push you away and tries to find the right words "Don't think anyone's ever felt that with me, ever"

"Jay, your father became a henchman to provide for you," you point out, holding his face with both of your hands "Catherine raised you like her own, and believe it or not Bruce loves you, even if he's too emotionally constipated to show it"

He scoffs at that last part, blinking away the tears brimming his eyes, which, in your opinion, made them look shiny like a tainted glass panel in a church.

"Your older brother, loves you too, he calls me to see how you're doing every other week 'cause you won't answer him" You continue, "So does Alfred"

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?" He stops you; the sudden reality check is much more than what he could process at the moment. He's been so deep into his own thoughts, what he believed to be truth, that he didn't even bother to see it from a different perspective.

"You didn't even tell me what happened in your dream" You insist with a pout.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sorry I kept you up"

"I'm not" You smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips. A hand cups your cheek, making the kiss longer. You know that if he was on a better mood he would've said something along the lines of it not being a proper kiss. You giggle against his lips, and Jason just wonders how was he ever able to function without you.

[pentrologram]

advent calendar - day nine

You're pretty sure Bruce just wants to cuddle with you.

bruce wayne/reader

a/n; again, another late day! i'm sorry :( hopefully my internet doesn't cut out again so i can get day ten out in time....

You woke up this morning greeted by the gardens of Wayne Manor covered in heavy blankets of snow, eliciting a gasp from you.

Bruce, who had been asleep after a longer-than-normal patrol, grumbled and reached a hand out to tug you back into bed.

"It snowed!" You whisper-shout to Bruce.

"Mnmn."

"Oh, it looks so pretty, Brucie," you say, freeing yourself from his grip to look outside.

"Hnn."

"I'm gonna go outside!" His eyes fly open at that to glare at you.

"No."

"Uh, yeah!"

He sighs, about to rebuke you when Dick bursts through the door, sharing your sentiments and forcing Bruce to give in. While you put on your snow gear and Dick goes around excitedly waking the others up, helping the littlest get dressed in warm clothing. By the time you're dressed, Bruce has managed to get out of bed, leaving him victim to you getting him dressed, too.

You forced Bruce into making snowmen with you, and then snow angels; by the time the kids started a snowball fight, he was fully awake.

Dick and Jason were the only kids who knew the horror that was their dad in a snowball fight, leaving to pure and utter demolition. Snow in hair, snow down shirts, forts demolished, egos bruised.

It wasn't long until he hunted you down, sneaking up on you from behind and slamming a snowball down your head.

After that, he ushered everyone back inside and started the fire with Alfred's help. He made hot chocolate, and eventually, he dragged you to the couch for some warm, by-the-fire cuddles.

"…Was all of this a ploy to hug me?" You ask.

"No."

part two!

[pumpkinbxtch]

— two people, one umbrella ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

the hoO boys when starts to rain and there's just one umbrella. ft. apollo

who's here: frank zhang, jason grace, leo valdez, percy jackson and apollo

warnings: none

a/n: its friday, so headcanons arrives here. kisses for y'all. enjoy.

— frank *⁠.⁠✧

This guy doesn't hesitate for a second, he's got you covered with the umbrella, most (if not all) of it.

"I don't want you getting sick," he says while holding the umbrella.

He's so tall he doesn't need to raise it any higher than necessary, and you keep pushing it toward the center so each of you gets at least a little covered.

He might pretend he's covered, but his shoulder is getting terribly soaked.

He's thinking about the shape-shift, imagining what it would be like if you had a canary on your shoulder while walking in the dry, safe rain.

But in the end, he obeys you. He takes your hand and tries to cover both of you (because he thought he might get sick, then you'd want to help him, and he doesn't want to bother you).

— jason *⁠.⁠✧

Once the umbrella is fully open, he figures out the best way for both of you to be covered, always putting you first in his mind.

He moves you in front of him, but he can see you might trip.

He considers just covering you, but he knows you'd both end up fighting and getting wet anyway.

So, he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Now, you're both under the umbrella, dry.

He smiles at you and takes advantage of the closeness to kiss your cheek and your knuckles.

“let me, my love” he says soflty if you try to help him with the umbrella.

He's the type to hold your hand and tuck it into his jacket to keep you warm.

Another thing he could do is control the air so the umbrella holds itself up and you can walk together even more comfortably.

— leo *⁠.⁠✧

"I already anticipated that!" he exclaimed when he saw that both of you weren't completely covered by the umbrella he was carrying and smiled eagerly at you.

He presses a button on the umbrella's handle and it expands even more, Hurray! You're both covered.

But...

As you continue walking on the sidewalk, Leo looks at other couples in similar positions, only much closer, cuddling and lovingly playing around, while the umbrella with the improvements he invented works so well that you even walk a bit away from him.

Oh no... :(

He wants to do those cheesy things with you too, and he plays the fool.

If a child of Hephaestus can fix something, they can also break it, so he presses the button too hard, for breaking it. The extra space is gone.

"What happened?" you ask confused, some drops start to wet your hair, and Leo smiles seeing how beautiful the dew looks on you,

he just shrugs "I don't know, I guess it doesn't work anymore" he says uninterestedly, and he pulls you to him impatiently,

definitely using some of his warmth so you don't get cold.

He adjusts himself, hugs you, and you walk together.

— percy *⁠.⁠✧

He literally gives a fuck if it rains or not, so the problem is, he never carries an umbrella.

But that's because he can control his waterproofing. If Percy Jackson doesn't want to get wet, he won't, but you're not him.

"Don't worry, babe," he says with a confident smile as you cover yourself with your hand from the increasingly heavy rain.

He bites his lips and looks above you, now the rain avoids you both, and you're no longer getting wet.

He winks at you, and you hug him sideways. Let the mist take care of what others see, and he leans in for a kiss. You give it to him.

suddenly feeling the drops hitting your hair again. For a few seconds, neither of you cares, and he hugs you, prolonging the kiss.

A kiss in the rain.

When the water trickles down your noses and you can taste some of those drops, you break apart with a giggle.

"Oops," he says, and he focuses again to keep you both rain-free.

Though you run to get home as soon as possible because for Percy, it's hard not to want to stop and kiss and cuddle you.

— apollo *⁠.⁠✧

He's a god, and the god of the Sun. He could literally make a few calls to get rid of that silly rain bothering his beloved.

But oh no, Apollo lives for the drama, for love, it's for the feelings he exist, so he conjures up an umbrella and covers you.

Apollo will definitely sing "Singing in the Rain" while dragging you along and giving you gentle spins.

For him, it's such a mundane moment, but because he's with you, he wants to turn it into the greatest musical ever told, because it's for the two of you and for him, it's better.

He takes your hand and swings it with great humor.

He's literally a sun walking on the streets full of people grumpy because of the bad weather and a gray, cloudy landscape.

When he sees you smile and chuckle, his spirit overflows with joy, and unintentionally, the sun appears among those clouds, and the rainbow makes a nice trio in the sky.

He gives you a peck on the lips when you raise your eyebrows at his mischief.

"I can't help it," he says with a smile and links your arm with his to continue the walk.

*⁠.⁠✧

[bruciemilf]

Bruce’s kids detest Valentine’s day because no matter where they are he finds a way to get them their valentines gift (usually new weapons or a better suit because he’s emotionally constipated)

As for Bruce he’s too busy scheming to wonder why all his old flames, current flames, and best friends are fighting. (They want to be his Valentine)

WITH THIS OCCASION—

What Bruce gets for Valentine’s Day:

Dick: Promises not to prank him for a full week and/or reignes from the police force

Jason: A formal handshake followed by a moderate cuddling session, except it lasts way longer, because Jason falls asleep. Sleep has been damn near extinct without Bruce holding him, so, no one’s in any hurry to wake him.

Tim: Hacks LexCorp’s finance department. Surprise surprise, the owner of a mega conglomerate doesn’t pay his employees properly.

It’s just bad enough that Lex can be threatened. Bruce gets half of Lex’s workers livable wages and healthcare.

Stephawnie: A comically tiny collection of batarangs

Alfred: A week long supply of Sufganiyot; Martha’s recipe.

Damian: He and Talia handcraft Bruce a list of his enemies and tell him to take his pick! Bruce just nods and frames it somewhere. (He does pick Ra’s)

In addition to that, Talia buys his favorite perfume and hypothetically wears it over lingerie, but shhh—

Clark: Learns Bruce’s favorite planet/galaxial body and makes jewelry out of it. Law physics mean nothing to romance, and to a country boy in love.

Harvey: Very classic? Big ass bouquet of flowers. Like, Bruce disappears behind it, kind. More chocolate than he could eat. Also, lots of martial arts equipment.

Plus some nerdy Gray Ghost merchandise that, “I love you like a sin, but I will kill you if you wear this outside.”

[swanimagines]

FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SAY "I LOVE YOU" FOR THE FIRST TIME

the gifs are mine!

PIN

It was after a few months of dating. Pin had invited you to come along on a riding trip to pass time, you had ridden for two hours and stopped by the beach to look at the sunset, cuddling on a blanket and sharing occasional kisses and nuzzles. You laughed at Pin’s jokes and Pin fell silent for a moment. He admired your smile, listened to your laugh - God, if he had a choice at that moment, he would relish in it forever. Then, he said it, louder than he had intended. “I love you.”

Your smile immediately disappeared as you snapped your gaze to Pin, and for a moment he was wondering if he said it too soon, if it would make it awkward. If you would pull away and tell him that you should probably go. But then you broke into a smile too, took a hold of his hand and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. And you whispered against his lips, “I love you too.”

KAZ

Ok a bit longer because he refuses to say it for a long time. You know he loves you but he hasn’t said it. 

You’d been together in a way since you were teenagers, but it took years of him even saying it aloud he thinks of you two being a couple/dating, so the first time he says “I love you”? The boi had barely told you he cares about you in a romantic sense.

It happened quite spontaneously, you had had a fight over you risking your life during a heist, Kaz paced back and forth his office, telling you how reckless you were, how you could have died, how stupid you were when you went solo.

You clenched your fists, taking a step towards Kaz, making him stop pacing. “You never believe in anyone’s else’s judgment but yours, you get mad even if me going solo was a success - which it was! It comes off as entitled and infuriating, and quite frankly, sometimes I wonder if you really love me or if-”

“I do!” he let out, and the second he said it, all color left his face and he staggered back, leaving you stunned, staring at him.

You had definitely not expected that. Kaz Brekker confessing his feelings for you like that.

You both were silent for a moment, before Kaz could even out his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I do love you,” he repeated, this time quietly. “And that’s exactly why I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, before you took a tiny step forward, lightly grazing the sleeves of his shirt with a small smile. “You won’t lose me.”

TOM

You had helped him escape after he committed the murders at the farm - you had always liked him and even though this “new” Tom scared you to some extent, you still wanted to help him, hiding him away just in case. But after his mum had been sentenced to prison, you were able to live more freely and not hide him every single time you heard sirens approaching.

It took some time, maybe a year. Your relationship had deepened during that time, and you lived together, his name was on the door too. He had moved from your couch to your bed, and you often fell asleep cuddling or after a make out session.

One such night was when it happened. You were making out in your bed, him hovering on top of you.

“I love you,” he suddenly muttered against your lips, and then continued kissing. Your heart had melted on that moment and you returned the sentiment in between kisses.

JASON

Your relationship was basing itself on raw passion and not really real love for a long time. You shared a room and offered each other pleasure whenever either of you needed it, but you were also free to do it with other people. But as time went by, it started shifting into something deeper - something neither of you had really expected. The mornings had begun to start with cuddles rather than just waking up and getting up. He started spending Crowley’s parties near you rather than go dance with other people and snog with them. He started to be visibly jealous if someone was checking you out or flirting with you.

So one night when you were about to go to sleep, changing to your nightwear, you asked him. “Why have you acted so weird lately?”

Jason paused while unbuttoning his shirt, looking over at you with a frown. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been… different. I don’t know, it's just… our arrangement feels different.”

Jason was quiet for a moment, and then he sighed.

“I’ve been feeling different,” he mumbled, finally taking off his shirt.

“Different how?”

Jason looked at you, clearly contemplating if he should tell you. But then he said it. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. It isn’t part of our arrangement, but it happened.”

You stared at him for a moment, but then your lips turned into a smirk. “Oh, really? Come here, then. Show me how much you love me.”

It took him a few moments to register what you said, but the next moment, he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately as he slowly undid the buttons of your night shirt, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, pressing more kisses there. You moaned softly as he ran his hands over your body, your fingers tangling into his hair.

After a moment you pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes and caressed his cheek. “Just for the record… I love you too.”

ELLIS

He’s a romantic. He hadn’t even told you about his feelings before he had already been completely and utterly in love with you. So when you agreed to date him, he wanted to sing his heart out to you immediately but instead, he held his deepest feelings inside him for quite a bit.

It really wasn’t before you almost died because of the Catherine-turned-demon. He ran in to hold you, almost crying from joy after you assured him you’re alright and then, he held your face between his hands and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like never before. After the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled after hearing it, caressing his sides. “I love you too.”

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[dapandapod]

Goodnite Sweetheart

Helloooo there! I thought it was time to throw this out there. Stranger things keep floating in the back of my mind so it was time. This song pops into my head every now and again, and now I'm making that Eddie's problem. With cuddles. Because who doesn't want cuddles. Please enjoy <3

On Ao3 here

According to Robin, Steve is a big, fat liar.

Eddie never really had a reason to think so until that entire Vecna thing. The dust settled and everybody was allowed home from the hospital, the exception being Red. She is gonna take a while longer.

He had expected the lies to be smaller stuff, like how he is probably not over Nancy or that he actually can’t swim or something. 

Turns out, Steve has been a liar since that Byers kid disappeared. The amount of secrets that unraveled from that point changed the way Eddie sees the entire group.

The biggest lies, though, are about Steve himself.

Eddie is way too selfish to let go now that Steve has shown even a glimpse of interest.

King Fucking Steve, protecting him, Eddie the Banished, of all people, against the townspeople that just can’t let go. Steve sticks up for him, steps in between him and Jason, helps him clean up his vandalized car. There really is no reason for him to do so, and Steve keeps deflecting why whenever it comes up.

It feels good being around him. Too good, probably, but Eddie selfishly lets it continue. And Eddie wants more.

That is probably why Robin told him. She saw way more than he expected, and way sooner than he is comfortable with admitting. 

By that time, Eddie had initiated his game plan, making sure Steve kept driving him home and pressing kisses to his cheek. He had it confirmed after Steve turned into it, and they shared a confused kiss that quickly led them inside Eddie’s trailer. 

He is just as much a sweet talker as Eddie expected him to be; the flirting, hairspray and frankly an unfairly hot amount of confidence. Which is why it is so much fun to take him apart, to make him let go, to let himself be cared for.

Steve struggles with sleep.

It becomes abundantly clear when Steve more or less moves in with him, despite how people still throw trash at his door, how it is haunted and scarred with memories.

Despite all that, Steve refuses to stay in his own house.It’s not only nightmares, they are to be expected. He has them too, memories and ghost sensations making Eddie sit upright and fight for breath.

Yes, Steve wakes up sometimes, but the more time they spend together, Eddie realizes  more often than not, Steve just doesn’t fall asleep at all. 

Eddie has had his fair share of insomnia as well, all he wanted during that time was someone to be there with him. And sleep, of course. 

Which leads them to tonight, which makes this evening all so precious.

“Why do you know that song?” Steve murmurs sleepily, leaning back against Eddie’s bare chest.

Their skin is sticking together with sweat, and it’s a bit heavy, but Steve has taken hold of Eddie’s left hand, tangling their fingers together, and Eddie’s right hand is tracking nonsense patterns across Steve’s chest. 

“I know every song,” Eddie says, smiling when Steve’s stomach twitches when he traces a line over it. “Ticklish?” 

Steve just grunts, turning his head to nuzzle up under Eddie’s chin. It makes him melt every time, which is a rather odd but pleasant sensation. 

Eddie starts humming, and Steve squeezes his fingers. 

“Goodnite sweetheart, it’s time to go,” Eddie rasps, grinning when Steve snorts. “Goodnite sweetheart, it’s time to go.”

Steve’s hand is warm as it climbs up Eddie’s arm, wrapping it around himself. As if Eddie would ever let him go.

“I hate to leave you, but I really must say,” Steve’s fingers clench around his arm, and well, Steve doesn’t talk much about himself, but Dustin told him enough about Steve’s parents, about Nancy, about being left behind over and over again. “Goodnite, sweetheart, Goodnite.”

“Dudu duh du dooo,” Steve mutters, sounding half asleep, and Eddie can’t help but grin.

“Why do you know it, Harrington?” Eddie teases, sticking his finger in Steve’s belly button.

“Why are you so weird?” Steve shoots back, slapping his hand away lazily.

“You like it,” Eddie grins, and Steve doesn’t dispute him. He keeps humming, pretending as if he knows the rest of the lyrics. Steve doesn’t seem to mind, his breaths are evening out, his grip gentling on Eddie’s arm.

Success.

The blanket is still tangled around their waists, but the slight chill that is creeping up on him is worth it to fight the demons keeping Steve awake. For once, Eddie is the one doing the protecting.

“Goodnite, sweetheart, Good night,” Eddie whispers, hand flattening against Steve’s stomach.

[nox140497]

What the Hell? pt 2

Masterlist

Prompt List

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Y/N P.O.V.

It's been about two months since I met the Titans, and I love them to bits. Well, except Raven, but that goes both ways cause she pretty much hates me.

She's also been trying to break us up. She's not obvious about it, seeing as 3 of the 4 brothers are currently in the tower and have not noticed.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Ok, this is getting out of hand. I hate that she has powers that she can use to move things. She's been taking my stuff and playing the 'I have no idea what you're talking about' when Dick asks if anyone has seen them, and of course they've known her longer and trust her more and thus they don't take me seriously when I tell them it was her, and it's getting worse 'cause Damian is defending her and it's already caused many fights between us.

I'm at the end of my rope at this point , on the verge of going back to Gothem. All of this is going through my head as I train, alone in the training room.

Once I was done, I went to the kitchen to get some water before hitting the shower. I saw Damian and Raven sitting on the couch next to each other. I mean, everyone else was there, but they were next to each other, and she was cuddling him, and had it been someone like Dick who enjoyed cuddling, I wouldn't have had a problem, you know? I'm not possessive of him at all, but this was Damian 'don't touch me' Wayne, so yea, I was a bit confused.

Anyway, they were having a movie night by the look of it, and obviously, I was not invited, so I was about to walk away when movemwnt out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Raven had leaned up and kissed him. She had KISSED MY BOYFRIEND! The worst, though? He didn't push her away, and no one had moved to do anything.

Without a sound I slipped into my room and packed my stuff slipping out of my window so I wouldn't be seen. Not that they'd care I guess.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It's been 2 weeks since that

night. When I got back to Gothem, I went straight home. Surprisingly, I've actually got a couple of calls and texts from the boys. The only ones I would answer were those from Jay, and even then, my answers were short. None of them knew where I lived, and my knew my history. Bruce knew obviously, but none of the boys did.

That made my hiding from them a bit easier. I was currently lying on my bed, ignoring my ringing phone and cuddling under the blankets.

And then it happened......

A tap at my window.

Danmit, they found me.

I mean, it was gonna happen eventually, I guess, but still.

I looked over to see that all four boys were at my window. Crap.

I sigh as I get up and go over to the window, pushing it up but not letting them in.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Don't you 'what?' Us where the hell have you been for 2 bloody weeks?" Jason snapped, sounding just as annoyed.

"Sorry Jay, I haven't been feeling too well for the past couple of days, so I figured I'd stay home and not get you sick. Also, the hell are you three doing here? I thought you were in Jump City with the Titans." I said sweetly but ended it coldly.

"We were, but then when Todd said that he hadn't seen you in days and neither had we, we came to check on you. Are you ok, Beloved?" Damian asked as I finally let them into my room. I flinched slightly at the pet name, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"N/N, what's wrong?" Dick asked softly, going to put a hand on my shoulder, but I stepped back. A hurt expression crossed his face as he let his hand fall back to his side.

"Nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong? It's not like my boyfriend cheated on me right in front of me or anything. Oh wait, he did. Not like you would really care anyway so why don't you three just go back to Jump City and I'll stay here in Gothem where I belong and I can't get in your way and you can kiss and make out with Raven all you like!" It had started off calm, but by the end, I was in tears, and all 4 boys looked confused.

"Wait, what?" Jason suddenly growled he pulled me into his chest, and his green eyes seemed to glow a poisonous neon green as he glared at his brothers. They did that when he was really mad.

The 3 boys winced, and all looked guilty.

"Beloved..." Damian said

"Don't. Just get out." I growled, cutting him off

"But N/N," Tim started weakly

Get. out." I snarled at them, gripping Jays shirt, keeping him in place as the other three hesetantly left.

Once they were gone, I sagged against Jays chest and sobbed. Finally , I let everything out and letting him comfort me.

"It's gonna be ok n/n, I promise."Jay wispered softly as he lay us on my bed and pulled me into a protective hug.

[shieldofiron]

Again I am so sorry for all of the requests but I love your writing and please tell me to stop if you want me to stop. You don't have to write this if you don't want to but could you write tigerfreak hurt/comfort with Jason trying to come to terms with the fact that he's gay? You're probably one of my favorite writers that writes anything at all with Jason

This one is a huge shout out to @pmrcvictim who spins Munver HC with me frequently. Lemon-ish, but mostly hurt and comfort. Don't be fooled by the POV, this is still going where you think it is, and he's trying, ok? TW: Light self harm (Scratching), Obsessive Thought Patterns

At one point Eddie considered actually writing them down, all of Jason's little rules.

It's not gay, because afterwards Jason never lingers. Apparently he can fuck Eddie all across the sheets, dig his fingers into his hips and whine out his name, but it's not gay because they don't cuddle.

It's not gay, because Jason tops. Really Eddie finds this rule somewhat baffling, and more than a little hurtful. Because Jason is still having sex with Eddie, and despite the long hair, Eddie is still a man. But far be it from Eddie to say anything about the desperate way Jason looks at him in bed, the way he touches all parts of Eddie, the way he...

It's not gay, because they don't kiss. Don't do anything softly, really, but Jason makes sure they never even come close to kissing. And really, there's only so many times Eddie can get shoved away before it starts to feel personal. Like maybe if Eddie were someone Jason respected, maybe if Eddie were Billy Hargrove or Patrick McKinney or Chance Rojas, maybe Jason would finally admit that what they're doing every other night is gay, it's so gay.

It's not gay, and to make extra sure, Jason takes a scalding hot shower immediately after, throwing a dark look at Eddie when he (jokingly... half jokingly) suggests that he could join.

God, Eddie hates the rules

All of this is irrelevant. Jason swears he isn't gay. And Eddie's too tired to fight him on it. Sometimes when Jason shoves Eddie's face away it hurts more than when he used to shove him into lockers. But at least the locker thing has stopped. At least...

The problem is that Eddie... Eddie's gay. Not all the way, he still can't help but look at the cheerleaders sometimes, or the pretty flute player in band. But Christ, the way he feels about Jason, the way Jason can turn him into a messy puddle of need so easily... the way he feels about Jason is very, very, extremely, alarmingly gay. And that's a problem.

This is what he's thinking about as Jason sucks out a shuddering breath, his fingers brushing the mess Eddie made on his own stomach, and goes lax and lazy against Eddie's back. His breath is hot against Eddie's shoulder, soft cornsilk hair brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of Eddie's neck... and it's almost like cuddling.

But then he pulls back, grabbing for the towel he always places oh so neatly by the bed before they start. Jason cleans Eddie up meticulously, like he can't bear any of the evidence be left even for a moment, even on Eddie's skin. And it burns even as it's a gentle touch, hurts because Eddie's thinking too much about it. Eddie's skin prickles to hold Jason but he can't bear to get pushed away, not again, not right now. Instead he avoids Jason's eye, curls up tight and faces the wall.

"Let me... I'm not done," Jason whispers.

"Just go shower," Eddie doesn't mean for it to come out so sharp, hard and harsh. But it's the only way he can stop it from coming out wobbly. His eyes feel tight and his throat burns, and he covers his face with his arm.

He can feel Jason linger, and he wants to snap that Jason is breaking the rules, he should be gone, totally gone. And the longer Jason lingers, the harder it is to hold it in. Eddie sucks in a shaky breath, and then another, then another.

Jason gets up in a huff, and Eddie can practically hear the words roll off of Jason. That Eddie's acting... like Eddie's acting.

Maybe this will be the end. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And Eddie didn't even get a kiss.

He hears the water running like normal, and honestly, he should ask for some money off Jason for the heating of all his hot water. Sometimes he's in there for like a half hour.

Eddie sucks in a few breaths, until he feels calm enough to uncurl, throw on a t-shirt that doesn't smell so bad and the first pair of boxer's he finds, which he's pretty sure are actually Jason's. He pads into the kitchen, past the tiny bathroom. Jason's left the door open, so Eddie can hear how not gay he is, or something.

As he walks past though, Eddie's eyes catch on something. Sticking out of the bottom of the cheap blue curtain is one, very small, pale foot.

Eddie forgets all about the rules, forgets about the tears in his eyes. Jason could have fallen down, could be hurt. He could have gotten lightheaded in the hot water.

He's not prepared for what he sees when he pulls back the curtain, gasping Jason's name or Baby or whatever his brain manages to supply through panic.

Jason's huddled on the floor, his skin red and raw, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

"Did you fall?" Eddie gasps.

Jason just blinks up at him, his hands scrambling to cover himself, fingers digging into those muscled biceps.

Eddie falls to his knees, reaching out to cradle the back of Jason's head. He can't really be surprised when Jason jerks back, nearly slamming his head into the tile.

"You could be hurt," Eddie sneaks closer, soaking the back of his head and shirt in the blistering spray.

"Don't..." Jason warns, but he doesn't jerk back when Eddie's hand cards through his wet hair, checking for a lump.

"Did you get lightheaded, or..."

"Don't," Jason repeats, but the word wobbles a little.

Eddie looks carefully at his face, noting the pale cheeks, the moisture clumping his lashes with what could be tears and could be shower water.

"I'll get it on you. It will..."

"Get what on me?" Eddie asks.

"I can't... not fair to you... I should never have..." Jason claws at his arms, eyes glazed and unfocused.

Eddie shuts the water off, worried that Jason's gotten lightheaded from the heat.

"No," Jason bursts out, throwing Eddie's hands off and scrambling to his knees to reach for the faucet, "Gotta get it off, gotta wash it off..."

Eddie's afraid he knows the answer to the question before he asks it, "Wash what off?"

"The... g-gay... that I'm... I think I'm..." Jason blinks hard, face turned away, "G-gotta..."

"No," Eddie says it softly, tugging on Jason's arms, pulling him back onto the wet floor, "No... let me clean you up."

He expects more of a fight, but Jason just goes kind of limp at that, chin falling to his chest.

Eddie throws a towel over Jason's shoulder, trying to ignore the rock in his stomach. He helps Jason to his feet, and into the kitchenette, where he deposits him into a dining room chair and gets him a plastic tumblr of water.

Jason gulps it down, eyes turned away.

"Is that why... how often does that happen?" Eddie has to fight the urge to tug the towel tightly around Jason's shoulders.

Jason's face is just blank, but Eddie can see a twitch at the corner of his eye, "What?"

"This... panic thing."

Jason's face stays on the table, unmoving.

"Is this the first time?" Eddie pushes.

Jason shakes his head.

"You know you... can't really wash it off," Eddie's not sure what to say, but as soon as this comes out of his mouth, he cringes.

"I know," Jason's voice is cracked, painful sounding.

"So then-"

The words die on his lips when it hits him. Jason knows. So all of the rules, all of that... maybe it was just for Eddie. All the rules, the pushing him away. Maybe Eddie just wasn't good enough.

But then he sees Jason dig his nails into his arms, and his face crumples, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

Eddie kneels in front of Jason's chair and gently tugs Jason's hands away, shocking himself when Jason plants them on the sides of Eddie's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to get on you, I'm s-sorry," Jason's crying in earnest now, "I don't know how to stop it, I thought that I could s-stop it, I thought..."

Eddie reaches up and brushes Jason's wet hair back, trying to joke, though the smile comes to his face too slowly, "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I was already gay."

Jason shakes his head, "No... I... I did.... I'm sorry."

"Jason, it's okay," Eddie can't even enjoy Jason's hands on him, he's starting to worry, really worry.

Jason shakes his head, "I... I... I know that I could stop it, if I really tried, if I wasn't so s-"

Eddie doesn't know how else to stop it. He brushes his hands across Jason's cheek, tugs him by his jaw a little closer, and presses a kiss to Jason's lips.

Jason's fingers dig in, and he falls forward, not pushing back, not shoving away. He falls, shivering and soft, into Eddie's lap, and he lets Eddie part his lips and he's close, so close. Close enough that Eddie can smell soap and tears and feel every tremor that goes through Jason's body.

"I'm sorry-" Jason murmurs against Eddie's lips, which feel so much more sensitive than ever before. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm not," Eddie whispers back, "I'm not sorry, Jason."

That night, Eddie helps him back into bed, and they break almost all the rules. They kiss and kiss, hardly parting. Jason's frantic and soft in turns, babbling when Eddie stops to kiss his neck or jaw, how much he wants this, how he's afraid and sorry and happy and frightened. And Eddie feels much the same way.

Jason lingers, staying far past the time that light begins to stream through Eddie's curtains, hair getting rumpled against the sheets. He looks so different this way, messy and red eyed, nervous and vulnerable.

As the morning comes, his panic slows and he confesses, in halting tones. How long he's felt this way, and how he's not sure what to do, not sure what his future will even look like if he admits it, out loud.

He still can't say the word. But he says it, in the way that he buries his face in Eddie's neck, the way he cries into the rumpled sheets while Eddie rubs his back. He says it, when Eddie tells him that they shouldn't hook up right now, that Jason's not in the right headspace. And Jason just whispers it.

"I don't want to have sex. I want to be with you."

Eddie just smiles, "What about the rules?"

Jason's eyes dart all over Eddie's face, "Fuck the rules."

I loved this so much I put it right on AO3

[haywire-hetfield]

Masterlist Of Fics

A masterlist of all the fics I have done so far. Any explicit fics will be marked with a *

Angel All In Black (Dave x James)*

Dave knew how to be passive aggressive, he really did. The problem was that there was a massive difference between knowing how to do something and having the ability to actually do it.

But It's The Season Of The Sticks (James x Lars)*

James and Lars didn't anticipate how much would actually change without Dave there.

get him back! (Dave x Lars, James x Lars)*

It wasn't about being attracted to Lars. For Dave, the only thing that mattered was the fact it would piss James off.

The Men You Meet At Night And The Glorious Gift Of Fear (James x Lars)*

Two strangers happen to meet on a dark road in California.

Then In A Year Or Maybe Not Quite (Dave x James)*

"You know how I’m supposed to be going into heat next weekend?” Dave asked after they’d both caught their breath. James gave a small noise of acknowledgment. “Well, I’m not going to go into heat."

Didn't Get The Chance To Feel The World Around Me (Dave x Lars, James x Dave x Lars)*

Dave and Lars encounter an unexpected spectator.

But Your Heart Got Teeth (Dave x James)

When Megadeth opens for Metallica, James decides he needs to talk to their lead singer.

Hold Every Memory As You Go (Duff x Axl x Izzy x Slash x Steven)

Duff looked like a fucked up angel when he finally climbed back into bed. Blonde hair messy and eyeliner smudged, knees bloody and scraped up as he curled close to Slash.

When You Burned Down The House And Home (Dave x James)*

It's just the cycle they go through. They fight, they fuck, they forget.

Kind Of Used To Being Someone You Love (Krist x Dave Grohl)

Dave had always heard the idea that if you were blind, your other senses were automatically better. He wasn’t sure how much he believed it, but he supposed it made sense. When he found himself blindfolded, he started to realize just how much truth the idea had behind it.

Full Speed Or Nothing (James x Lars)*

While staying with James in America, Lars goes into heat.

Say My Name And His In The Same Breath (I Dare You To Say They Taste The Same) (Jason x Lars)

Jason helps a drunken Lars back to his hotel room.

'Cause He Couldn't Help Me With My Mind (James x Jason)*

“Jamie’s in heat,” Lars had warned as soon as Jason walked through the front door, not even giving him time to kick his shoes off first. It had been as though Lars was purposefully waiting for him to get back and Jason realized very quickly he had been. “Go handle it,” Lars encouraged and he didn’t explain further. He didn’t need to. 

You Remind Me How To Fly (James x Cliff)*

“Cliff?” James whispered through the darkness of their bedroom, shaking the sleeping man awake. They were cuddled up in the bed, pressed close together beneath the blankets. Cliff let out a sleepy noise, but one that told James he was awake-ish. “I’m in heat. Help me handle it?” He asked, trying to keep the edge of nervousness out of his voice.

To All The Boys I've Loved (Lars x James, Lars x Ron, Lars x Dave, Lars x Cliff, Lars x Jason, Lars x Kirk)*

Lars reflects on his life and all the men he's potentially loved over the years.

But I Don't Know How Yet (Mick x Izzy)*

After being punched by Vince, Izzy finds some unexpected company with Mick.

I'm No Longer Naive And I Don't Feel As Pure As I Once Did (David x Dave)*

There were many things David expected to do once he got to California. Trying cocaine in Dave Mustaine's apartment was not one of them.

Hey Jude, Don't Carry The World Upon Your Shoulders (James x Cliff)

After spending his last heat with Cliff, the mourning process gets even more complicated for James when he finds out he's pregnant. Now, he must navigate that as well as the death of his best friend.

Hot, Young, And Running Free (Tommy x Nikki)*

When Nikki finally makes his way back to Tommy, his pupils are blown wide and he smells like home.

It's All My Love (Steven x Duff)*

Steven Adler was an unusual beta for many reasons, the most obvious of which was his obsession with breeding his omega.

But They Won't Flower Like They Did Last Spring (David x Dave)

“Let me tell you something about people, Junior. They change all the goddamn time,” Dave said meanderingly as though he carefully considered every word before he uttered it. He brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply for a few long seconds before he spoke again. Dave was frowning deeply now, a mixture of bitterness and dejection marring his features. “Or maybe they were just always different from what you thought.”

On An Island In The Sun (Dave x Izzy)*

“I don’t think so. I think it fits you a lot better,” Dave’s voice was steady and low, rubbing his hand up the inside of Izzy’s arm carefully. Izzy still flinched when fingertips brushed over the yellowing bruises in the crook of his arm. “None of these are fresh. How long has it been since you’ve been let off of your leash?” Dave asked him, continuing to try to push Izzy’s buttons. He jerked his arm away from Dave and was relieved when it wasn’t grabbed back. The relief washed away when Dave leaned in close. “I can fix you up,” He whispered to him.

Too Young To Fall In Love (Tommy x Vince)*

While Vince wants Tommy, he quickly finds out Tommy is thinking about someone else. He decides he can work with that.

One Of Those Horrible Little Children (Alice Cooper x Dave, Dave x Jason)*

Dave returns home on Halloween night with a fun story to tell Alice. (Based loosely off of Headbangers Ball 1989)

Can You Make It Feel Like Home If I Tell You You're Mine? (James x Lars)*

Lars knew he shouldn't get involved with James, not when he was still so desperately missing Dave, but he'd never made the best decisions. And maybe he could make James want him more if he just held on a bit longer.

the word "tragic" means a lot to me (James x Izzy)

James thinks that if anyone in the world will understand what he's going through, it's Izzy.

Take Off All My Blues (James x Lars, Tommy x Nikki, Steven x Duff, Dave x Axl, Kirk x Lars)*

A collection of fics I've done based off of dialogue prompts.

Every Claim You Stake (James x Lars, Lars x Izzy, James x Lars x Izzy)*

Finally living in a different country, Lars must navigate the tricky world of love.

Pitching Myself As Leads In Other People's Dreams (Tommy x Nikki)*

“Excuse me?” Nikki snapped, whipping around to face him. Vince looked confused more than anything and he could hear Mick snorting out a laugh somewhere beside them. Tommy could feel his own cheeks heating up, embarrassed by the entire situation. “You don’t talk to me like that,” Tommy decided against arguing with Nikki and pushing it.

Enter Sandman (Dave x James)*

It wasn't the first time James couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake, but it was definitely the first time this had happened.

Strawberry Wine (Tommy x Nikki)*

Mick had always possessed a talent to know when something was wrong. Usually, this meant just always assuming something was wrong and being right occasionally. This time, he was sure of it, though. 

It's The Best Thing That I'll Ever Do (I Get To Love You) (Tommy x Nikki)*

It hit Tommy suddenly that all of this was for him. Only he got to see Nikki like this these days. Every inch of his skin, every noise he made, every mole and blemish on his skin. All of this was reserved just for Tommy now. 

I Think You're Changing, You Don't Gotta Stay The Same (Jason x James)

It started small. The first time Jason noticed anything was going on, they were all gathered around and looking at old pictures.

Hand Of Gold That Lays Waste To My Love (Dave x James)*

Dave had never been like other boys, but James supposed he wasn't really like other boys either.

A Makeshift Gauge Of How Much To Give And How Much To Take (Jason x Lars)*

Lars wasn't a kind person anymore. He was once-a long time ago-before the world changed around him. Everyone else could see it, so why did Jason have such a hard time understanding it?

You Said My Heart Has Changed And You Had Not (James x Dave)*

Over the span of decades, James and Dave share five separate experiences.

Your Worst Kept Secret (James x Dave x Lars)*

The premise of the movie was interesting enough, but James couldn’t bring himself to focus on it. All he could focus on was Lars and Dave next to him on the couch. He was doing his best to pretend he didn’t notice them, but it was rather difficult to ignore his husband making out with someone else. 

Oh, You're A Loaded Gun (Tracii x Izzy)*

Their lips had met clumsily, using too much tongue and teeth, but neither seemed to mind. Izzy’s hands sank deep into Tracii’s soft hair and Tracii’s own touched every part of Izzy he could reach.

Where Is Your Boy Tonight? (I Hope He Is A Gentleman) (Kirk x Dave)*

On the way to his hotel, Kirk had offered his hand to Dave to hold which Dave had simply ignored. He didn’t want sweet or gentle with Kirk and he was going to make sure Kirk knew that.

And When It Comes To Love (Izzy x James)*

Izzy let out a quiet noise, appearing to think for a minute before he leaned across the table and held his cigarette out to James. He got the idea of what Izzy was suggesting pretty quickly and he swallowed the anxiousness about the situation that was rising in his throat. Instead, he took the cigarette and decided to give it a try. Izzy’s eyes were focused on him the entire time, watching like a hawk.

And I Pay For My Place By The Ring (Dave x Ron)*

Ron considered this for a moment, silent and staring at the poster-covered wall across from him. He wasn’t totally against it. Dave was attractive enough, although a bit abrasive, and it had been a while since Ron had done things like this. He missed it in a way and he found himself nodding. 

Angel Hair And Baby's Breath (Jimmy x Robert)*

Jimmy didn’t need this very often. He had a fairly happy marriage and he usually managed fine, living the normal and pleasant life he knew he should. Every once in a while, he grew restless and there were certain things he needed when he felt that restlessness settling into his bones. 

The Spaces Between (James x Lars)*

Normally, he’d be embarrassed by the idea of anyone listening to him or watching him get off, but that feeling wasn’t present now. All he could focus on was how good Lars felt, how good he was making Lars feel in return, both of them chasing the same goal. 

Confidants But Never Friends (David x Dave)*

Dave knew his emotions got out of hand sometimes. Usually, they were at their worst when he’d been drinking. He was hypersensitive to seemingly everything and his already short fuse was matched with reduced decision making skills. It was a nasty mix and he didn’t envy anyone who had to deal with it. But the problem was he was completely sober in David’s bed.

Kiss The Back Of Your Teeth (Cliff x Lars)*

"Why don't we skip the condom this time?"

No Other Version Of Me I Would Pretend To Be Tonight (Steven x Lars)*

“You look so fucking hot,” Steven’s words made Lars laugh, sharp and sudden as he looked at him from the foot of the bed. They were so direct and Steven had a grin on his face that Lars couldn’t describe as anything other than boyish. It was bright and lopsided, showing too many teeth. 

I Feel So A Star Is Born (Tommy Lee x Steven Adler)*

Steven’s body seemed to be weightless, floating on air, as he laid in the hotel bed with Tommy. He was hooked on this sort of feeling.

Bleeding Me Dry Like A Goddamn Vampire (Kirk x Lars)*

Kirk knew it was dangerous to bite Lars; he knew once he started, he wouldn't want to stop.

Two Lovers Entwined (Phil Lewis x Brent Muscat)*

“If I'm so pretty then why am I not in your bed yet?” Phil asked, catching Brent a bit off guard. The sudden bluntness of the question made him laugh.

I'm Such A Good Good Boy (Vince x Tommy)*

Sometimes, there were things they needed that only the other could give them.

Burn With Me (James x Lars)*

James’ admission hadn’t really surprised Lars. Considering the way he was raised, Lars knew he had a weird relationship with sex growing up and he was still working to unlearn it. Even today, he had moments where he viewed sex as something shameful or perverse. He’d also had a hard time making friends during his younger years. Adding them both together, Lars understood how it had never happened.

Aphrodite*

A collection of Metallica fics, each chapter dealing with a different pairing/kink

A Step Beyond (James x Lars)*

Lars couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. Being stuck around the same people all the time with no escape was enough to set anyone on edge, though. Every little thing became something massive once they’d been on tour long enough. The hotel rooms were a nice reprieve when they got them, but even the added space couldn’t completely calm them down. 

It Was Simple, It Was Sweetness (Gentle Angel) (Lars x Rick Allen)

Lars and Rick's developing relationship shown in five separate moments in time.

The Life Of The (After) Party (James x Dave)

Dave realized that this was exactly why he ran; he wanted James to chase him.

Take It Like A Taker (Cause I'm A Giver) (James x Lars)*

James and Lars spend an early morning together.

Your Lips Tasted Like They Did Way Back In April (Dave x James)*

"I still hate you," Dave assured.

[richardsgraysons]

Hello, this is for the matchup event

Im 5'6 and my hair is naturally blonde but rn it's dyed pink and it reaches my lower back. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses.

For personality I'm shy at first cause it takes time for me to get used to people and even longer to open up to them. Once I am used to someone tho I'm usually the dirty minded friend in the group. I really like kids and animals and find them so cute but too much fur makes me sneeze/congested so I need to take allergy medicine if I'm around a long of them. I'm very touchy with people I a close to and love cuddles.

For hobbies I'm kind of a workaholic and work nights most of the time but I my free time I like reading webtoons, playing genshin impact, and watchingYouTube. Usually is something videogame related or book related if im not listening to music on there. I love romance books especially if it's fantasy. I prefer watching people play and talking about books they read rather tan doing it myself. I dye my hair quite a bit and love doing unnatural colors. Also I'm leaning how to sew/ crochet but al I can so is mend holes, fix buttons amd make blankets.

Sorry if it's awkward and long, it's my first time doing an ask. <3

JASON TODD

something about you just screams you’d attract jason todd. i’m thinking you’re studying late night in a public library when two face barges in, fighting jason as red hood. he’s awfully surprised because it’s three in the morning, but you pay the librarian extra to study in here by yourself. he’s extremely worried

but something about you intrigues him. so after the reparations, jason finds everything about you he can. he notices your similar patterns about staying late in the library and one day he, as jason todd, has the balls to talk to you by yourself in the library

yall kiss first in the library in front of the Greek myths section by accident, and then it turned into an actual kiss

you guys have a kitty cat and a doggie in your home. i feel like jason likes bigger breeds for dogs and you get to choose the cat’s breed. they’re both rescues

super supportive of you learning crocheting—“babe, dyou wanna go to the art store today? they have a 20% off today on all things crocheting!” and would honestly be a lot more observant of these things than you

lord this man has hyper fixations and they’re all books. “this fuckin’ guy…babe, you would not believe what an asshole the antagonist of this book im reading is”

the both of you are so inappropriate at wayne galas. a good way to scare off the flirts and let everyone know that you’re weird once you get to know them

[forlornmelody]

Bury A Friend: Chapter 1 --Thinking About The Things That Are Deadly

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence.)

Fandom: DC Comics

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Eventual Roy/Rose/Jason

Summary:  Falling in love with her intended target's best friend is bad enough. But then Rose starts crushing on Roy Harper himself.

Note: This is a sequel to Three Robins Rose Has Kissed And the One Who Kissed back. I highly recommend you go read it before this one.

They come without warning. Not that they really need to warn Rose. She sees them coming the night before, mid-makeout session with Jason when the vision hits her. “Sorry dude, not in the mood tonight.” Leaving Jason on the bed, she stumbles over to the shower. “You uh, can find Roy if you want. I don’t mind.” 

“Rose? You okay?” His cheeks still flush from her attention earlier, his voice slightly strained. Jason’s eyebrows crease as he studies her. He’s so worried he almost looks pissed off. 

Is she ever okay? “I’m fine.” Rose almost kicks Jason out of his own room for the night, but then she realizes she might not ever get to hear his heartbeat again. “We can cuddle later.” Jason opens his mouth to call her on her bluff, but he thinks better of it. 

“Enjoy your shower,” he says sullenly as the door shuts behind him. 

Rose scrubs her skin raw as if she can wash the tension away. But it does nothing for her. Neither does the jill off. Fuck. Why tomorrow? 

—-

It’s one of those airy cafes, with the hanging plants, white tablecloths, and the wine bottle already on the table. Rose would find it extremely romantic if it weren’t for the finality of all of it. She did consider breaking up with Jason first. Maybe it would soften the blow of losing her? But then she saw a vision of him losing her back-to-back. She can’t do that to him. She can’t even bring herself to break his heart once. But there’s no avoiding it, is there? 

Rose made her bed. Now she has to lie in it. 

The moment comes after the waiter takes their order. Rose doesn’t even read the menu. Just spends the fleeting seconds memorizing everything in Jason’s face–his blue eyes that sometimes seem green, the scar on his left temple, his sardonic grin–the way he purses his lips as he gives his order.

“Miss?”

“Oh, uh. I’ll have what he’s having.”

“I gotta use the restroom, okay?” Rose leans in for a kiss, and Jason tilts his head toward hers with a smile, only to grin wider when she steals a kiss from his lips instead of his cheek. 

“See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against hers and squeezing her elbow. 

Rose wills her eye to stay dry as she hurries away as casually as she can muster. “Goodbye,” she whispers to herself. 

She gets just past the restroom door when the bag slips over her head. “Original, aren’t you?”

Two sets of hands haul her into a van and slide the door closed. Rose considers putting up a fight, but what would be the point? She can’t put this off any longer. The van squeals, rocks, and lurches forward and screeches to a halt–Rose tracks the twists and turns, out of habit more than anything. 

They haul her out of the van, and into a cold, musty building. Older. Probably would fail an asbestos test by the smell of things. The floor scrapes with chipped paint on concrete. Older and abandoned. These goons–whoever they are–shove Rose into a cold chair that creaks with her weight. Finally, they cuff her wrists and release their hold on her. And then they yank the bag off of her head. 

Rose hisses at the bright light. 

“Wilson.” There’s a steel table in front of her, and on the other side is a silhouette in a tailored suit. 

“Sure you got the right one? My dad’s kind of an assho–”

They shove her face first into the table. Her nose cracks, and blood pools from her nose onto the steel. It would be kind of pretty if it weren’t for the searing pain in her skull. 

“You had one objective: Eliminate Roy Harper–Code Name: Arsenal.” The lady clicks her tongue. “Instead, we find you involved with his partner, Jason Todd–Code name Red Hood.”

Those nerds really need to be more discreet. Fuck. She’s never going to see them again. Is she? They grab Rose by her hair, yanking her up to face a woman with platinum blonde curls framing her immaculate face. “You have three days. Do not disappoint me again.” The bag goes back over her head.

—-

Rose has never really considered killing herself. She’s died enough times to know that death is really overrated. If anything, Rose tries to avoid dying. Which makes this really unfair. 

Oh sure, Rose can think of a dozen different ways to kill Roy Harper as he cooks them french toast. “You gonna help me with this or are you just gonna stare at my ass all morning?” Roy says without even turning to look. There’s a reason Rose’s employer sent her after him. Despite all his cute-but-dumb energy–Roy Harper is a lot smarter than he lets on. 

“It’s a nice ass,” Rose flirts back without missing a beat. 

That makes Roy turn. “Oh? I thought you preferred Jason’s.” The sun catches his mussed hair in a fiery glow and turns his green eyes amber. 

Rose rolls her eyes. “Everyone likes Jason for his thighs, dumbass.”

“I’m sitting right here, guys.”

Rose drops her glass of orange juice, and Roy snickers as he catches it. “Jealous, Jay Bird?”

“Hardly,” Jason catches his eyes in a way that flips Rose’s stomach. Focus. 

Rose can already see the kitchen burning down, so she joins Roy, turning down the heat before the bacon grease catches fire. Cooking is one thing she learned from her mother, though their breakfasts looked a whole lot different than this. She wonders what her mother would say about her shacking up with the Outlaws.

Too much like your father, Xia. Find yourself a nice boy. Or girl. I don’t care. Just as long as they bring out the best in you.

Lillian Worth would definitely not think of this as Rose’s best. Sorry, mom.

As for her father?

Whatever, Rose. Just don’t get knocked up. Or knocked out.

Slade Wilson was one to talk. Didn’t he have a custody battle with Bruce Wayne at one point? Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not gonna live long enough to make you a grandad. 

—-

Either way, Rose loses. If she doesn’t kill Roy, she dies. If she does? She kills Jason’s best friend. Her best friend. 

Though, if Rose is to be honest with herself, he might be more than Jason’s best friend. More than her best friend.

The following night, she’s sandwiched between them on the couch, not paying attention to the movie Jason picked out. And Rose is pretty sure Roy isn’t either. He’s fallen asleep, his head pressed against her shoulder like it’s a fucking pillow. It would be pretty easy to whip out her knife and open him up ear to ear. But his breath stirs the skin on her collarbone-sending goosebumps and then some all over her body and between her legs. 

As soon as the credits roll, Rose presses Jason against his own door, tearing at his clothes, pulling at his lips with her teeth. She needs him closer; she needs him closer now. 

“Not that I’m complaining…but you okay?” Jason manages to take Rose by the arms, holding her at arm’s length. His blue eyes search hers.

“Movie really got me going.” She leans forward, trying to catch his lips again. 

“Blood and guts really turn you on, huh?” 

“Oh yeah. Why do you think I carry a sword?”

Jason doesn’t buy it. He knows Rose too well by now. But he also sees the desperation in her eyes–the fire searing through her skin. “Please, Jay. I need you.” She needs Roy out of her head.

“Kay, but we’re talking about this after.”

“Mmhm.” Rose pulls him close again, fully intending to put their mouths to other uses. 

Jason turns them, so she’s pressed against the door. He trails kisses down her neck, and Rose bites her lip, thinking about how Roy’s lips would feel on her skin. She winds her fingers into his hair, trying not to think about tangling them in red curls. He peels her hands away from his head, pressing them back against the door so he can undo the buttons on her shirt and kiss down her bare collarbone in peace. 

Rose hears Roy’s footsteps down the hall, biting her lip as she imagines him walking toward Jason’s room and overhearing them. The thought sends warm shivers down her spine–making every one of Jason’s kisses spark down her abdomen. His lips linger on her hip, and Rose swallows a moan, imagining Roy pausing by the door and blushing as red as his hair. Jason bites her skin, drawing her attention back to him, and she catches the knowing look in his eyes. But does he really know what she’s thinking?

The thought makes her blush, and her heart pound. Part of Rose wants Jason to find out. For him to get angry-to have him take her harder, make her his. That’s when Jason’s tongue finds her clit. “Oh fuck.”

“Mm?” Jason asks, but already knows the answer. Or thinks he does. 

God, she really should stop this line of thought, but the fantasy has already taken hold. Roy on the other side of the door, listening to her moans and whimpers. His own breath getting ragged like hers, pressing his ear to the door as his hands quickly undo his belt. Rose gasps as Jason’s tongue traces her labia. Her mind imagines Roy grunting and slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, palming his hardening erection. She holds onto the doorknob for dear life, her knees trembling. 

Jason pats her thighs soothingly, taking her thighs over his shoulders. His fingers slip inside her easily, pumping her in and out. Roy, in her daydream, is sliding to the floor as he pumps himself just on the other side of the door. Rose bites her lip to keep from saying Roy’s name as she trembles around Jason’s fingers.

[buoyantsaturn]

thinking about nico being unable to sleep alone. this kid has lived on the streets for the last few years and barely survived tartarus on his own, and all that time he probably had the absolute Hardest Time trying to find any place to sleep for longer than sixty seconds where he felt safe enough to do so. that Absolutely does not change once he starts staying at camp full time. you think he wouldve slept at all on the athena parthenos journey if he’d had a choice?? no way he just passed out and was lucky enough that reyna and hedge were there to keep him safe while he was out, but when he’s at camp, he doesn’t have the luxury of trusting the people around him at first. sure, he probably succumbs to his own exhaustion when he’s stuck in the infirmary, but that means he’s probably waking up in a panic whenever he can fight his way back to consciousness. what i’m GETTING AT here is that he starts seeking out people at camp that he can have sleepovers with. i think he probably goes to jason first, though jason probably returns to camp jupiter not too long after the army leaves (for pontifex business, or whatever), which forces nico to get comfortable with the idea of asking percy for help. which he uhhh struggles with for sure. by the time he’s spent maybe one or two nights in percy’s cabin, he’s got other people at camp that he at least feels comfortable talking to on a daily basis, which has him cuddling up with clovis and any number of his siblings soon enough. since the whole cabin (including nico) all have a knack for dream traveling, though, i think things get a little too out of hand for nico very quickly, and his one chance to relax ends up stressing him out when his dreams start going crazy in reaction to the rest of the dreams in the cabin, so he takes a break from the hypnos cabin. it’s probably because will forces him to spend a night in the infirmary again that nico starts feeling comfortable being around will while he’s sleeping. (it probably helps that nico’s caught will asleep on a cot or at his desk in the infirmary more than a few times at that point, and if will can be vulnerable around nico, then nico can Think About being vulnerable around him) and long story short i think nico and will become nap buddies long before they ever start dating

[slasherhaven]

So sorry if you're too busy for this, but any headcanons on how would the slashers react to an s/o who likes to hold onto their arm and kinda hide behind them when they get in nervous?

The Slashers reacting to a S/O who holds their arm and hides behind them when they are nervous: 

Thomas Hewitt 

Hoyt is in a bad mood. It wasn’t uncommon for Hoyt to get worked up adn beginning shouting, slamming doors, and snapping at people. He had been ranting and raving about something you couldn’t even understand at this point, getting more and more aggressive as he continued.

You hadn’t even thought about it, moving closer to Thomas. You grabbed hold of his rolled up sleeve gently as you shrank behind him slightly, your other hand clutching his bare forearm as you hid behind his arm.

Thomas is a little surprised by your behaviour but he gets it, you’re nervous, possibly even scared and he didn’t even blame you. Hoyt could be a lot to handle.

It just makes him feel even more protective of you.

He’ll move closer to you, further in front of you in the hopes to make you feel more secure.

You trust him. He makes you feel safe. So, he will make sure to protect you even if there wasn’t any real danger.

He’s glad, proud even, that you trust him, it just proves that he makes you feel safe. Though he’s a little irritated with Hoyt for scaring you in the first place.

Don’t worry, he won’t let anything happen to you.

Michael Myers 

You thought somebody was in the house. You had both heard the noise from downstairs, it had just made Michael squint while you began to panic.

You expressed your concern to Michael, who was still just listening for any more sounds. 

You asked him to investigate, causing him to huff. But you were right, if somebody was in the house, he should deal with it.

So, he’s off of the bed and picking up his trusty knife.

But you hop up with him, not wanting to be left alone. He pointed back to the bed, telling you to stay behind but you insisted on going with him.

As the two of you left the room, you clutched his arm tightly, following closely behind him.

Michael thinks it’s a little amusing, how you clung to him for safety when he was certainly more dangerous than any intruder. 

He gets a funny feeling when he realises that you trust him to protect you, that you might even feel safe with him.

But he will protect you, you’re his and nobody else will harm you.

Jason Voorhees

You heard weird noises coming from outside. Living in the middle of the woods could get a little spooky, especially if you aren’t used to it. So when you hear a strange noise from outside, you can’t help but get a little nervous.

You instantly jump, slipping behind Jason and clinging to his arm.

Jason instantly goes into protective mode. You’re scared and you’re coming to him for safety, he will make sure everything is okay!

He’ll reassure you before going to investigate, you following behind as you refused to let go of his sleeve, your body pressed against his arm nearly the whole time.

You were relieved when the two of you discovered that the source of the strange noises was a wounded deer.

Though, the two of you did end up taking the time and effort to tend to the poor animal.

Brahms Heelshire 

You heard noises coming from somewhere in the house. The large house could get a little spooky at times. It was an old house and it made the noises of an old house, drafts sometimes flowing down corridors and what people refer to as ‘the house settling’ whatever that means. You were slowly getting used to it but it could still be unnerving.

So when the sound of something slamming echoed through the house, you couldn’t help but jump, a small gasp escaping you as you reached out and grabbed Brahms.

He was much calmer, clearly more used to the noises that his home sometimes made.

He gets a little cocky when you cling to him for protection or comfort.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, I’ll protect you!”

The two of you wander around the house together, looking for the source of the sound, you never letting go of his arm as you follow closely behind him.

It turns out that a window had been left open and a strong wind had made it swing open and slam against the wall.

Brahms has laughed at the situation as you secured the window shut but quickly made up for it by wrapping his arms around you and asking if you wanted to cuddle (mainly just because he wanted too).

Bo Sinclair

One of the new ‘visitors’ was making you uncomfortable. You’ve been greeting visitors to Ambrose with Bo for a while now, he insisted that you were the best at making people comfortable and putting them at ease out of the four of you. This one group included one guy, he had been a bit of a flirt but it didn’t bother you too much, making it clear to him that you were taken. He was loud and abrasive, putting you on edge just by being around, and the way he watched and leered at you didn’t help either.

You had tried to keep your distance from him, knowing he wouldn’t be a problem much longer, but you just couldn’t take it any longer.

When Bo wandered over with ‘news’ about their busted car, you clutched his elbow nervously, trying to make it look as casual as possible. 

But Bo noticed your discomfort instantly and knew the cause of it, he had noticed the man’s behaviour as well.

The fact that you clung to him like this, sought him out for protection, makes him smirk a little. But he focuses most of his energy on glaring at the man, smirking some more when the man seems to step back, intimidated.

Bo keeps you close to him after that, always having a hand on you, both to rub your relationship in the man’s face but also to make you feel a little safer.

Vincent Sinclair 

Bo was in a bad mood. Sometimes he got like this, mad about everything for no real reason, and he usually took this out on Vincent. But now that you were around, he liked to take it out on both of you (since Lester wasn’t in town as often). This just meant that the two of you had to stand and listen to him rant, occasionally berating one of you.

You knew that Bo was capable of violence so you couldn’t help but get nervous.

You had reached out for Vincent, clutching the sleeve of his sweater in your hand as you moved closer to him.

Bo snapped and you flinched, sinking behind Vincent slightly, your other hand holding onto his arm as well.

As soon as you reached for him, Vincent moved closer to you, hoping it provided you some sort of comfort or reassurance.

When Bo directed a comment at you, Vincent moved further in front of you, placing himself between you and his twin brother.

He knew how intimidating Bo could be but he was more used to it than you, he wanted to protect you as much as he could.

Lester Sinclair 

Bo was in a bad mood. The latest group of visitors in Ambrose had put up more of a fight than any of you had expected and, even thought everything had turned out well for the four of you, it had put Bo in a bad mood. He was shouting, criticising how you had all handled the situation.

The three of you had listened to his criticism and downright berating you all, but he wasn’t calming down. His voice was raising still and you were getting pretty nervous about what kind of outburst this could lead too.

You had slipped your hand into Lester’s, seeking and providing comfort.

But when Bo snapped at you in particular, you couldn’t help but flinch and step closer to Lester, moving behind him ever so slightly.

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you brought your other hand up to hold onto his arm, clutching his sleeve.

Lester never likes seeing you nervous or afraid, and he wished he could comfort you better in that moment.

Lester isn’t usually an over protective person but whenever you seek him out for comfort and reassurance like this, he feels very protective over you.

He will move slightly further in front of you, though he knows that there isn’t much he could do against Bo.

Bo didn’t get violent, he snapped some more before shouting at you all to get out of his sight.

You and Lester shot Vincent small smiles before he headed back to the wax museum. Lester kept hold of your hand as you headed back to his truck, just wanting to get back home.

Bubba Sawyer

His brothers were being rowdy. It was a common occurrence, Nubbins and ChopTop getting into some kind of trouble. Shouting, running around, arguing, fighting, throwing things, breaking things, just being generally chaotic. You weren’t afraid of the two men, they had become family and you had become somewhat used to their behaviour, but it could still be a lot and leave you worrying that you would accidently get in the way of a plate that one of them threw.

Bubba had walked into the room and as soon as you saw him, you took hold of his arm and brought yourself closer to him.

Of course he was glad to have you close to him but when another item was thrown across the room and you stepped behind him slightly, he realised that you were a little nervous with the energy in the room.

Bubba just frowned, he wasn’t too fond of when his brothers got like this either and he didn’t like that it was making you nervous.

But he’s quick to comfort you and just take you up to his room where it was a little more peaceful.

Billy Lenz 

You had just finished watching a scary movie. The two of you had curled up on the couch together to watch a scary movie and it seemed to have gotten to you much more than it did Billy. The two of you had decided to go to bed, turning off the Tv and standing from the couch. Just as you were about to head up to the bedroom, the sound of somebody shouting to their friend outside made you jump.

You gasped a little, quickly grabbing Billy’s arm and pressing yourself against his side.

Billy couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself at your spooked behaviour.

“It’s okay, Y/n, it was just a film” Billy cooed with a smile on his face. “Billy will protect you!” he was still grinning.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing but kept hold of his hand as you headed upstairs to the bedroom, Billy holding you close and giggling to himself.

He thinks it’s cute when you cling to him or hide behind him slightly, it’s sweet. He thinks it’s adorable and lets you know that, teasing you a little.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa had taken you to the hotel for the first time. You were nervous as soon as you saw the hotel from the outside, knowing what the inside held. Asa had told you it was a dangerous place and to stay close to him, so...you were.

As soon as you stepped inside, you grabbed hold of Asa’s arm and clung to him as he guided you through the large building.

Asa noticed your nervous instantly of course, and he wasn’t too surprised when you grabbed his arm, he had expected you to want to hold his hand or something.

You remained as close as possible while remaining slightly behind him, where you felt safe, as you looked around.

Asa made you feel safe, especially in a place that he knows so well. He can tell that you’re seeking his protection as you cling to him. 

He’s just glad that you’re remaining close as he guides you through the hotel.

He’s very protective of you and he likes how you seek his protection, how you trust him to protect you. Even when he is the person who made the hotel so dangerous in the first place.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Preston was acting strange around you. Everyone in Jesse’s organisation treated you with respect and new who you were since you were around so often, and of course you had met Preston. He had been polite and even a little charming when you first met him but he soon began to act in a way that made you uncomfortable. He would stare at you, glaring or leering when Jesse wasn’t around to catch him. You knew why, he was clearly jealous of Jesse and wanted what he had and apparently he wasn’t a fan of Jesse having you either.

Preston had been talking to you, far less than welcomingly, when you came by to visit the office.

As soon as Jesse approached, he changed. Smiling and speaking politely, asking if you came to visit Jesse. That always happened, Preston changing when Jesse showed up to not get caught being rude to you and risking Jesse’s wrath.

As soon as Jesse was in sight, you smile at him. And as soon as he was beside you, you casually took hold of his elbow but seemed to slink behind him ever so slightly.

It was a nervous behaviour, Jesse knew that and noticed it instantly. When you felt uncomfortable, nervous, or even scared, you would hold onto him and stand behind him where you knew you would be safe.

That meant that Preston, the only other person around, must have been making you uncomfortable.

Preston knew that he had been caught from the warning look that Jesse gave him. Jesse would barely acknowledge him before taking a hold of you protectively and whisking you away to his office where he would ask you to tell him everything, leaving Preston as good as dead.

Otis Driftwood

You were at a bar and a fight broke out. You often when to cheap bars with Otis and Baby and those bars were often filled with dodgy people. So, it wasn’t that surprising when a fight between two patrons broke out. These things have a sort of domino effect, other patrons cheering on or joining.

Once the chaos broke out, you grabbed Otis’ arm and pulled yourself behind him slightly. Clinging to his arm to avoid getting pulled into any danger.

Otis enjoys a bit of chaos and violence of course, so he’s more than happy to watch on in amusement but he still doesn’t want you to get hurt.

So when you move behind him, he keeps you there.

It’s thinks it’s cute that you’re clinging to him and hiding behind him, but he will tease you for it, just liking to get you flustered. But he won’t let any harm come to you, you don’t need to worry about that. 

If anyone gets too close, Otis pulls you closer to him, shooting them a threatening glare.

He still stands back and watches the fighting, chuckling to himself, but he will occasionally glance back at you to make sure you’re alright.

As the fighting continues, you cling more so to his arm, eventually slipping a hand into his as your other hand clutches his arm.

A part of him does like that you feel safe and protected by him, he thinks it’s cute.

Baby Firefly

You were at a busy bar. You did enjoy going out with Baby but she always adjusted to loud, busy establishments better than you did. All the bars you visited tended to be filled with questionable characters but tonight the bar was filled with rowdy patrons.

Baby didn’t seem to mind but it was a lot, and you were a little worried about losing her in the crowd.

So, you reached out and wrapped your hand around her arm, moving closer so that you were right behind her as she guided you to the bar.

She noticed your slight anxiety when you reached the bar and you didn’t release her arm, still keeping yourself close to her.

“Don’t worry, doll. I got ya” Baby grinned as she slipped her hand into yours, happy to keep hold of your hand if you need some reassurance and comforting.

Will hold your hand the whole night if you want. She just thinks you’re adorable and teases you playfully about it.

Yautja (Predator)

You were watching some other Yautjas sparring. Your mate had shown you around his home planet, had introduced you to other Yautjas, and now he had taken you too see a pair of Yautjas training and sparring with each other.

You weren’t scared, nor did you think that you were going to get hurt while watching on, but the creatures were aggressive and rarely held back even when training or sparring.

You hadn’t even noticed as you shuffled closer to your mate, holding onto the strong arm that you shifted behind.

Instantly your mate looked down at you, concerned that you had become afraid.

But you were still watching on curiously, a more nervous side of you simply seeking the comfort and protection that only he can provide.

He’ll pull you a little closer, standing tall and protective as you clung to his arm, watching the sparring match from a place of safety.

He doesn’t worry. You’re safe and you know that you’re safe when you’re with him, but he does think it’s pretty cute. His sweet little human mate.

[aggravatetheaxe]

Hey! Saw your post and saw you said you were upsettie spaghetti so I wanted to cheer you up!

Slashers who stop everything they’re doing because their “My S/O needs me” senses are tingling and go to their rescue to comfort their angry s/o?

I was hoping to come up with A way for you to get your emotions out through your writing- 😅

Hope you feel better! 🖤

I've never done a post in this style before so hopefully I do okay! I think I covered pretty much all the slashers I write for so far (I didn't do Billy Lenz because I still need to read the novelization). I may have gone way overboard, so if I do these in the future, I'll probably just pick a few instead of doing the whole roster 😅 (or you can pick for me). But doing this much work did distract me!

Above the cut:

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Included below the cut:

Michael Myers (OG)

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Erik ("The Phantom")

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC slasher)

Kathleen Montgomery (OC slasher)

Masterlist

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Bo Sinclair

Despite being autistic, Bo is very in tune with peoples auras and body language. He has to be to manipulate and deceive people with any modicum of success. He's trained himself when it comes to these things; even besides masking or manipulation, he needed to be keenly aware of when his parents were in Bad Moods so he could either avoid them or prepare himself.

The mood he's probably best at when it comes to this, for those reasons, is anger. He can smell anger a mile away. So if you're fuming, you better believe he notices.

At first he's annoyed and will demand to know what your problem is. He's not a very tolerant person, and he can be a bit of a hypocrite. He's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but when it comes to others having big, messy feelings ... he's not so comfortable with that. He gets overwhelmed.

Once he realizes that this is more than an attitude problem, he'll take it much more seriously. And assuming you're not mad at him, he'll want the rundown on the whole situation from beginning to end. He wants all the dirt.

He'll let you rant, and honestly, he'd think you being this angry (when it's not directed at him, but even still sometimes) is kind of sexy. And don't expect him to shut his mouth, either; he'll be ranting right along with you, affirming you and insulting whomever/whatever you're angry about.

He doesn't wanna cuddle. He genuinely thinks you can't cuddle anger away. He'll put on some loud-ass music and let you vent your frustration however you prefer. Maybe suggest a long drive down to the lake or into town or just ... picking a direction and going. He has fantasies of running away from his anger sometimes. He knows how it is.

Depending on what you're angry about, it could definitely get to the point where he's angrier about the situation than you are. And if it really hurt you, he will not let it go as long as he lives. The best he will ever do is maintain a grudging neutrality or distance from the person/situation that made you angry.

He's very protective. If you're angry at someone you need to maintain a relationship with, you're going to have to keep an eye on Bo to make sure he doesn't deliver revenge for you behind your back. If it's something he can solve, he'll do it, so if you don't want him running his mouth, watch him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in the same boat as Bo when it comes to sensing auras, though his handle on body language and facial expressions is not as keenly honed. While Vincent was not physically abused as brutally or as often as Bo, this wasn't because of some sterling quality he had that Bo lacked. He was always The Good One because he saw what his parents did to The Bad One and knew he needed to protect himself. He tried not to do anything that might provoke his parents.

You can feel anger before a fight like you smell ozone before a storm. Vincent is attuned to the feeling not just because of his parents but because of Bo's temper, too. Because of this, like Bo, he can very accurately sense anger in particular.

His initial reaction is to observe you, gauging if you need time to cool off. If you need space, Vincent is the Sinclair for you. He's used to being quiet and deflecting and riding out anger.

However, once he realizes that your anger is not directed at him or isn't explosive enough to become a problem for him, he's concerned. Rather than asking what happened, he will ask if you're okay, and leave it up to you whether you'll tell him about it or not.

If you vent, he'll sit and listen patiently, maybe even thoughtfully working on a sculpture while you rant. He's not judgemental and he can be very emotional himself, so you could say the most ridiculous, dramatic things and he wouldn't even bat an eye. Let out all your messy, destructive thoughts and feelings. Just try not to throw or punch anything; that's when he shuts down.

If you decide you just want comfort, or decide you need comfort after ranting, art is his first suggestion. It may seem cold to you at first, that his instinct isn't to hold you or kiss you but rather to redirect you to a project - once you got to know him, however, you'd know that's his most genuine way to show he cares. Redirecting to something creative calms him down more than platitudes ever could, and he wants that for you. He's nonjudgmental about the art you create as well, even if it's objectively terrible. It's not about the quality.

He won't turn you down if you need physical affection, however. His twin is extremely tactile, so it wouldn't be the first time he held someone after a breakdown. He prefers to do this if he's certain you won't lash out physically, but if you were in a really bad way and needed to be touched, he'd do it regardless.

Lester Sinclair

Lester witnessed his parents' anger, but it was usually indirectly; if Bo was the Bad One and Vincent was the Good One, he was the Overlooked One. He's not a perfect person, probably not even a good person, but of the three brothers, he's the most normally socialized. He isn't trained to be tuned into everyone's every shifting mood in order to survive.

It takes Lester a little longer to pick up on your anger than his brothers, but not too much longer. It takes him a couple tries at trying to talk to you or get your attention before he realizes something is really wrong.

His first reaction is to get upset. He soaks up emotions like a little sponge, so he's suddenly cranky, too. He also jumps to conclusions and assumes that you're angry with him, and he does not take rejection well. He might be bitter and passive aggressive. You being angry just makes him want to go in another room and not be around you, and yet at the same time, he wants your reassurances. It's messy and sad.

Once he realizes - either through observing you or through you communicating with him - that you're mad at another person or situation, then he'll feel comfortable enough to approach you and ask you about it. You'll definitely need to reassure him that you're not mad at him though.

If you wanna rant, he'll take you on a long drive and let you vent your heart out to him. He won't be quite as aggressive as Bo, but he'll be on your side, frowning with disapproval, telling you "Ya can't fix stupid." If you want only comfort or need comfort after venting, he feels much more equipped for that. He'll put something relaxing in the VHS or let you play his old Super Nintendo, get you a beer, just let you chill out. And he'll let you win at Doctor Mario.

If the situation is something really serious, you best believe he'll be talking to his brothers about it the second he gets a chance. He may be a sweet guy, but he can be real nasty, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. You might have to keep an eye out to make sure he doesn't tell someone off or punch out someone's lights.

Michael Myers (OG)

In 1978, Michael is not very in tune with any emotions besides fear, and even then he only really understands it in an abstract way, as his condition and upbringing haven't really been conducive to him learning about emotions. Unless you're screaming in terror, have tears running down your face, or are shouting angrily, he really can't read your moods. Without any obvious change to how you normally act or look, there's a huge chance he might just not notice if you're angry. He spends a lot of time in his own little world.

In 2018, even though he's spent over 50 years institutionalized, Michael has had time to take in the world, and he's seen a lot more. He understands fear much more than he did when he was 21, but what he understands most of all is anger. His anger fuels him. He would pick up on yours right away and be curious, though he wouldn't verbalize it.

If you tell him how you feel, he'll take note of it. If he witnesses you doing something destructive because of your anger, he'll simply observe. He would be fascinated with this thing you're doing, because it's not something you normally do, and though he might not notice emotions, he certainly notices routine and pattern. Either way, you'll have to tell him how you feel, because he'll simply watch you otherwise.

One thing that can be said for Michael is that he's a good listener. He may not internalize everything you say, but he will remember what he thinks is important. You may be surprised; he may remember tiny little details that seem inconsequential to you but loom large in his mind.

Unless you were caused serious physical or mental harm, he would not be angry on your behalf. He would, however, do nothing to assuage your anger. He thinks it would be kinda neat and interesting to see you snap. He's not 100% sure why you don't just do it.

In 1978, he won't be much help beyond listening to you, but he would be curious to see what you do to vent your anger. You may find him by your side more often, observing you. He may also want to find and observe the object of your anger, especially if it's a person. In 2018, he would, in his own way, suggest you solve the problem by murdering someone/something. He's insatiable, but killing is the closest he's ever come to satisfaction. You should try it.

Jason Voorhees

Out of all of the slashers, Jason is the most likely to actually literally sense your anger, especially if you're psychically sensitive/powerful like Tina Shepard. I'm talkin'—assuming you have a pre-established relationship—he'll be doing something else and just get this itch that tells him you're out there somewhere, pissed off.

Obviously this is untenable. As long as he's not super busy or Pamela has other plans, Jason will stomp his way through the woods to get back to you, regardless of the urgency of your anger. If Pamela doesn't approve, well, he'll let a little anger go and assume you're okay. If he suspects you may be in danger, though, he's sprinting regardless of what Mom says. There's time for both things, Ma!

The first thing he'll do when he returns to you is scan your dwelling, then you, making sure nothing is broken. At that point, you'd probably be able to sense his confusion even without him signing. Jason doesn't experience emotions quite like a human anymore, and he's quite tactile besides, so a lack of tangible or visible clues as to why you're upset would trip him up for a second.

He doesn't want to comfort you at first, he wants to know what's wrong. He'll listen to you vent only long enough to understand the situation and identify his target. His immediate next move would be to eliminate the problem. You'll definitely have to hold him back, and it may take a bit of convincing. Earthly consequences don't really apply to him.

Before comfort comes blowing off steam, for you and for him. His first choices would be mangling some trees (you can pretend it's for firewood) or skipping/throwing stones into the lake. You're welcome to join him if those things calm you down; watching him get his stone to skip like 11 times on Crystal Lake may make you feel better, at least.

You might hang out there for hours before he suddenly decides it's time to go home. He'll do what he can to make your comfortable or stay out of your way while you make yourself comfortable, then comfort you as you please. His go-to choice is always foot or hand massages.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is extremely observant and surprisingly analytical given how silly he is in the day to day. His intuition makes it pretty easy for him to read people, but especially you, since you two are so close. Especially-especially if you're his Survivor Girl (gender neutral term of course). You two are in sync, so he knows if something's up. Maybe even before you fully figure it out.

God, you're so hot when you're angry, you really are. He almost wants to let you scream and holler and go nuts. But he prefers you only get angry like that at him, especially if you're his Survivor Girl, so his first move is to comfort you or talk you down to a place where you can be comforted. He'll speak to you calmly and rationally, reassuring you and touching you if you wanna be touched—on your upper arms or shoulders or face, or with one arm around your back.

He doesn't just want to comfort you, though, he wants to calm you down enough that you can tell him what happened. Even if you claim you don't want to talk about it, he will coax it out of you eventually. He's gotta know what got you so upset. It's his business to know everything about you!

Assuming you're angry at someone/something that isn't him, he'll talk it through with you. If you're upset about an argument with someone, he has the capacity to see it from the other side, but ultimately, he's there for you. He'll let you bitch as much as you want, still touching you, and he'll be disgusted and/or disappointed with the situation.

Above all, though, what he wants is to see you smile again. The only worries on your mind should be the ones he comes up with, and man, he's not even halfway done grooming the next batch of unlucky teenagers. He'd pat your face or touch your hair and tell you to cheer up, and probably defuse the situation with a stupid quip or joke. Take you out somewhere fun, maybe.

Once you were cheered up, he'd humbly suggest you solve your problem with a little murder. "I mean, I know killing's not really your thing—you're really good at it, though, a talent! You know that..." Pause, considering you. "You want me to do it? 'Cause I can clear my schedule for the rest of the night." If you decline, he'd be like "Suit yourself" but may or may not still murder whoever upset you. If you agree, he'd be super excited to make a romantic night of it. His mind would be going a million miles an hour planning everything out.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy knows anger when he sees it. Not only does he have loads of internalized anger, he's been on the receiving end of it plenty. He's far too large to be scared of anyone in a physical sense anymore, but he's been shouted at countless times. To know when to shut up and do as he's told versus arguing back, he's learned to gauge intensity and direction of anger, and he well knows that anger can be redirected to him.

So, he instantly recognizes your mood, but it might be a while before he approaches you. When he does approach, he'll let you decide what to do, whether that's throwing your arms around him or banging your fists on his chest to vent your anger. You won't hurt him.

Eventually, once you're all hugged or cried or screamed out, he'll wrap his arms around you and give you a reassuring squeeze. There's no need to tell Tommy what's wrong—he won't ask unless you're obviously in serious distress or injured—but if you decide to speak, he'll listen, brows drawn tightly the whole time. He's thoughtful about the situation.

If you're mad at someone in his family, there isn't much he can do for you besides comfort you and assure you that whoever upset you—Hoyt, probably—didn't mean what they said. If you were hurt physically, it would be another story, but his family gets in shouting matches all the time.

Rather than offering help, he'd wait for you to request it of him. Whatever you ask, shy of hurting his family, he will do. Murder someone? No problem. Make you some food? You got it. Bring you a blanket? Sure. Give you some quiet alone time? That's fine, too.

If you need to vent, he's got plenty of ways to get out your frustration. Plenty of farm work to do, or you could work on something around the house with him. He might suggest knitting or sewing or some other handicraft you enjoy. It always makes him feel better to buckle down and use his hands for something.

If you're still preoccupied/upset by the time you two bed down, or heaven forbid the next morning, then he starts taking it more seriously. Something that disturbs you for that long is bad news. He'll watch you carefully the next couple days to see how you're doing, waiting for you to need him for something.

Bubba Sawyer

Like Tommy, Bubba has been on the receiving end of anger many, many times, so he's familiar with what it looks and feels like. Despite his size, he's still susceptible to physical violence at the hands of his loved ones, so he's very wary of anger.

However, he doesn't have a female presence in his life like Luda Mae, who expresses her anger through passive aggression—so, he's more used to shouting and screaming. If you aren't prone to screaming and shouting, it might take a little bit for him to realize you're not just sad or upset, you're angry.

Bubba will be over you. He'd give anyone else their space because he'd be afraid of retaliation, but you're his special person, and he's pretty sure you're not going to hurt him. He'll touch your hair, your arms, your wrists; he'll babble as he tries to figure out what's wrong. He just wants to comfort you and let you know everything is all right.

If it's too much or you're overwhelmed and you snap at him, he'll ease back. He'll blubber like a kicked puppy, but he won't give up. He'll still try to comfort you, just in other ways, such as getting you a comfort item or article of clothing, or maybe some food. And boy will he helicopter.

There's no need to tell Bubba what's wrong. In fact, it might be better if you didn't; if it's something he can't fix, it would do nothing but majorly stress him out. If it was one of his family members who upset you, as with Tommy, he wouldn't be able to do much. Even if you were hurt, he's just not in a position to stand up for you. That fact would absolutely kill him, though. He'd end up getting even more upset than you.

He doesn't know what help to offer you beyond comfort, but like Tommy, if you requested something specific, he'd try to carry out your wishes. He'll also try to cheer you up with some music and dancing, or just being silly like you like.

Need to blow off steam? He's got plenty of coping mechanisms! Bubba's idea of a perfect de-stress session is turning up the radio and getting lost in crafts. He's got lots of supplies, mostly to create clothing and accessories, and you're special, so you can have your pick. A drive and the radio might be nice, too. If neither of those appeal to you, he'll try cooking or baking with you. He loves sharing the kitchen with someone.

If none of that works and you're still upset, be prepared, because he's gonna be an anxious mess until you're better.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is somewhat familiar with other people's anger. He certainly has a whole fountain of internalized anger brewing just beneath the surface, but that's different. He knows that when Mummy is angry, she yells and cries, and when Daddy is angry, he seethes and stews. The former would be obvious to him, but the latter would take him a few minutes to be quite sure about. You're not acting how you usually do. Are you being stern or are you angry? Are you cross with him?

He does not have a lot of empathy for other people, so if your anger gets in the way of his routine or the attention he wants, he'll be irked, cranky, sad. Not necessarily at you—though that is possible—but the situation in which you find yourselves.

Much like Bo, he's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but it makes him uncomfortable and scared when other people have those feelings. He might even hide from you for a while, especially if you screamed and cried.

Once he realizes something is really wrong and you're not mad at him, however, he'll start thinking of ways to cheer you up so things can go back to normal. He hates having his routine interrupted; he's very particular. And he cares for you, so seeing you in distress is very scary and uncomfortable for him.

He'll start by fetching you something you like—something manageable for him like your favorite juice or a sandwich, or if you have a special item or article of clothing, that. He's quite shy, though, and like I said, he'll probably be hiding, so he'll leave it somewhere he knows you'll find it (on the bed, outside your door, on your desk, etc.)

If that doesn't calm you down and your anger is really getting in the way of his routine, or otherwise making him uncomfortable, he'll finally make an appearance. Very bashful and timid at first, using his little boy voice. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did something bad happen?"

If it's something that can't be helped, he'll suggest you do something together to take your mind off it (most likely something he likes to do). He may even be coaxed into taking a walk around the grounds, though he doesn't like to leave the manor at all, so you'd have to convince him. He prefers quiet playtime, maybe some coloring books or loud music to vent your emotions. It would intrigue him to see someone else use his toys to calm down. As long as you recognized he was being very nice, sharing them.

If it was an argument you had with someone, he would want more information. Are they likely to leave you alone, or will they come to the manor? Will he have to deal with them? Because it's scary, but he'll do it for you.

If, for some reason, none of those things work, he may cry or throw a fit. Either way, he'll be frustrated. Adult Brahms may make an appearance and try to help you in more Adult ways.

Erik

Though he lives five cellars beneath an opera house now, Erik hasn't always been entirely reclusive. Even these days, when he can stomach it, he sometimes goes out to see the world. As a younger man, he observed people's lives and moods with a hungry fascination (that has now mostly been replaced by melancholy and longing and bitter anger). Like several of the other slashers here, he's had to train himself to sense fury to protect himself. He's also incredibly wrathful, so you could call him an expert!

He has a very keenly honed sense when it comes to you specifically, since he's watched you so much. He notices the change in your demeanor immediately.

If you know him as the "Angel of Music," his voice will appear to you once you're alone, asking you what's wrong and assuring you you can confide in him—he will insist you tell him, though. "There are to be no secrets between us, Y/N." He will listen without interjection as you vent your heart out, and when you're done, soothe you. Don't let his calming voice deceive you, though; behind that mirror, he's seething, planning to take matters into his own hands.

If you know him as Erik, he will go to you the second he recognizes the shift in your mood and take you from what you're doing, regardless of your wishes. He'll sit you down, kneeling before you with your hands in his, and gaze into your eyes, imploring you to tell him what's wrong. He'll absolutely allow you physical comfort, but he will also absolutely insist you tell. He'll need reassurance that you're not angry at him, because that thought would break his heart.

He will let you vent however you wish. You could have the most dramatic breakdown ever—throwing things, beating your fists on his chest, wailing—and he wouldn't judge you. He would be awfully concerned, though.

Will be 110% on your side. You are his poor little meow meow. "My poor love, my poor Y/N!" He is beside himself with sympathy for you and you only, and is very offended on your behalf.

He will always suggest music as an outlet for your anger, but he will have taken note of your other hobbies and interests as well. He'll fetch your things for you without being asked, as long as it won't separate him from you for very long. If you'd rather just have comfort, that's fine, too. He could hold your hand and caress your face for hours on end under normal circumstances, so no problem there. He may also suggest a little time on the surface, if you normally live in his home. Fresh air will do you both good, he reasons, and he enjoys spending time with you where others can witness it. It fills him with pride and love.

Otherwise, he's at your service for any other soothing activities you need. A calming bath, some sweets, shopping, anything. Perhaps avoid asking for any sexual contact, however. First of all, being asked directly makes him very skittish and nervous; second of all, his method of love-making (when you can coax him) is very intimate and tender, which may be tedious if you're in an angry mood.

Unless the situation is extremely serious or dire, his first priority is making sure you're soothed. Once that duty is fulfilled, however, he is absolutely angrier about it than you are. If it's not that serious, he won't skip straight to killing, if only because he knows it upsets you. He will definitely be writing an extremely strongly worded letter, however. If someone slighted you seriously, they're getting threatened. If someone hurt you physically, they're meeting the Punjab lasso.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Deacon definitely knows when people are angry. His step-mom was a passive-aggressive laundry-folder and his dad was a storming out of the house kinda guy; when the two of them were together, they were all hushed but heated arguments at night when they thought he couldn't hear them, or else extremely embarrassing passive-aggressive arguments in public. Growing up, he found himself around a lot of angry people. And there's no shortage of anger in him, either.

So yeah, Deacon knows when people are pissed, and he knows when people are pissed at him. The thing is, he just thinks it's fucking hilarious. He was that kid that would goad peers and teachers just to be an asshole and had virtually no friends as a result. He's a menace on the internet, too: a horrible troll for no reason, stirring the pot even when he doesn't have a stake in the argument. He's trained himself to find people's weak spots so he can strike at them. He does it to make himself feel more in control of his life and his own anger.

So when you're ticked off, he's gonna notice the change immediately. If you made a vent post on social media, he probably knows you're angry before you even see him. He follows all your social media (even if you don't realize it) and checks it constantly. He'd call you out of curiosity to ask what happened. He's open about his stalking tendencies: "I saw your post, babe, who do I need to stab?"

If you otherwise come home angry, he'll be up on his feet, following you around the house and pestering you, trying to get you to tell him what's wrong. If you try to hug him, he won't push you away, but he'll be distracted, trying to needle answers out of you the whole time.

There's no question in his mind as to whether or not you're angry at him. He just assumes you're not; he has a pretty good handle on how you act when you're angry at him specifically.

He'll let you rant all day if you want. You could talk about the shit that's pissed you off for hours and he'd still listen. Outwardly, he might poke you a bit and play devil's advocate for the other side of the argument, if there is one. This is purely for the purposes of being a little shit.

Internally, he's already going down his pre-murder checklist. If it was someone at work, they're dead. Someone in the neighborhood, dead. Online? It'll take a couple days, but they're dead. Even if you're not angry at anyone in particular, just a situation, he'll find someone to menace. He'd walk through fire for your approval.

He's not good with soft, emotional comfort, so instead he'll try to think of something to help you let off steam. His go-to is something competitive, especially if it involves you chasing each other. A Nerf or water gun war, a PVP game with you on opposite sides. He'll put up a good fight, but you always kick his ass.

Once the immediate situation is addressed and you've ranted your heart out to him, he can't keep his hands off you. "Seeing you all pissed off drives me crazyyyyyy." He's grinning, brown eyes sparkling. "Come onnnnn ... I'll get it off your mind!"

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC)

Courtney is a hunter of all manner of game, so he's used to interpreting non-verbal cues and body language—when an animal is in distress, when an animal is about to attack, etc. His grandfather was a very angry man, as well, in a simmering sort of way. He would seethe about something before suddenly delivering one decisive strike. Courtney himself is not a particularly angry man, unless some prey is really giving him a hard time, but he can read your body.

If you come home angry, he'll stop in the middle of what he's doing and watch you, still and quiet, just confirming his suspicions. If you leave the room he's in to go collapse on the sofa or something, he'll follow you, looming over you and waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. He's patient.

If you want to vent, he'll sit and listen thoughtfully, doing something with his hands while you speak—probably cleaning his gun or some other weapon. He doesn't look at you. He wouldn't demand greater context to the situation but he would ask "Why?" and "Who?" until he understood Enough.

If you want comfort, he'll sprawl on the couch and let you lay on top of him. He'll probably pull a blanket on top of you to try and encourage a nap. If the nap doesn't make you feel better, he's feeding you protein. Do you like homemade jerky?

Sex is also on the table (not literally ... unless). He's found it's a great way to blow off steam, and he's more than happy to make all worries, troubles, and other thoughts go away for a little bit. Expect that to be the rest of your night, though, because he doesn't do quickies.

Generally, he trusts you to handle your own shit, so he would be more focused on you than whatever made you feel the way you do. However, if days passed and you were still angry/upset/sad, or if it plunged you into a breakdown or was an otherwise extremely serious situation ... just give him a target. It's up to you, but if you tell him to take the shot, it'll be quick and clean. If you're unable to make the decision, he'll decide for you without hesitation.

Kathleen Montgomery (OC)

I'm still developing her so this one won't be as in-depth and is subject to change.

Kath makes it her business to know everything about you. Chances are she's seen you explode screaming while stalking you ... chances are, if you've been in a relationship for a while, she's made you explode screaming. She knows what you look like when you're angry. Besides, she's strong for her size, but she often has to take down people who are much bigger and stronger than her; she uses manipulation and trickery to help ease that divide, so she's good at reading people.

Like Deacon, she also monitors all your social media, so if you made a vent post, she already knows you're in a shitty mood before you come home. Unlike Deacon, she doesn't tell you how she knows, so you're left to assume she's just all knowing. Considering her god complex, that works for her.

She'd probably text you to come home, and she expects you to answer. If you're unable to come home, she'll call you to ask what's wrong.

Once you're together, she wants to know everything about the situation. Even as you're speaking, she's already on her phone or laptop, looking up the people involved. Instead of getting mad on your behalf, she laughs. She's a fan of emphasizing how pathetic or weak the opposition is.

She takes your feelings on the subject seriously, but everyone else in the situation? Insects. Not even worthy of your time or concern, let alone hers. You're obviously in the right here (even if you're not). She'll tell you as much, and say some pretty intense, over-the-line things about whomever/whatever you're angry at.

Overall, however, she's calm and collected about the situation. Your bout of anger is a chance to get you to be reckless with her. She'll do your hair and makeup and dress you up nice, then take you out. Fast driving, drinking, baiting people at bars, menacing neighborhoods ... maybe a little killing, if you'd like.

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Masterlist

[wife-of-magic-monkeys]

Could I ask for reader (preferably she/her pronouns but gn work too) cuddling with yan!batfam pls? Like at night she sleeps with one of them because she just loves to cuddle (I’ve been thinking about this nonstop lol)

This is for @multifandomlover1998 I am going to do headcannons if that ok but in the future I will make it a oneshot if that ok with you. And I didn't know if you wanted romantic or platonic. so I just did platonic I hope that ok? And I am only doing the boys

Damian Wayne

Would absolutely love to have the reader cuddles him

Basically when ever she feeling like cuddling he pop up out of know where.

Will make sure you cuffy and have everything you need

Damim : ùkht you ready I got pillows , blankets , movies,food and Alfred the cat and Titus here

Will not let anyone else join the only ones he will make the exception for is alferd and his dad Bruce. And of course his pets!

Damim : NO GRAYSON IT MY TRUN WITH ÙKHT DON'T MAKE ME GET DAD AND ALFERD!

Will not fight with his brothers

Becomes a little kid who just wants Lovins

Your the only one who he lets cuddles with

And when he gets a girlfriend who will gladly join he will take both of you to cuddle. No if or buts.

Tim Drake

Oh boy this one

One make sure you have a crowbar with you cuz once he a sleep you stuck and no one can get you out.

Will only Superman but time has the kryptonite on him cuz of daiman asking his friend for help.

You want to cuddle his room open 24/7

Don't worry if he asleep he wakes up when you come in and grabs you to cuddle

Tim : little Bird you can come anytime to cuddle even when I am asleep. Your the only one that I will let you in my room.

Jason Todd

Ok this boy will fight the others for the reader to go to him frist!

Like it on like donkey Kong!

The only one he will share you with and don't mind if you go to him frist is Alfred.

Jason will have video games junk food and Nice cover's and pj's

He will let you wear his red helmet

But boy did Bruce have to make a rule for him cuz of cough poor Grayson we do not speak of it.

No I will not make this in the chapter

......oh fuck it it RED HOOD WE ARE TAKING ABOUT OH WAIT SORRY YANDERE RED HOOD!

Dick was on bed rest for a year cuz of well let me just show you a flash back.

Nananananananannanananananna BATMAN!

Jason you good my little sis

Reader : yeah jay all set let cuddles .

Jason : my sister so cute

He falls asleep sleeping with his little sis who wearing his read helmet.

GUN SHOT ARE HEARD

Dick OH FUCK EVERYONE HELP ME TOO THE BAT CAVE!

BRUCE : TODD WE DON'T SHOT EACH OTHER IN THE DICK!

Jason he was taking her from me I will take her for cuddles

Hiss at bruce

Nananananananannanananananna BATMAN

So yeah poor dick and well the rule trun in Jason favor!

No taking reader from Jason.

Dick Grayson

Loves his sister cuddles with him!

In fact it one of the reasons he moved back in!

Will take you to his room!

Won't let anyone but Starfire join

You are in PJ's that is a baby chick

Will fight for cuddles!

Sadly he learn the hard way with his younger brother.

He won't forgive him for that!

Dick : Starfire look at our chick my little sis chick we must call in sick for cuddles with her.

Yeah Bruce has to drags his ass to night work or to go to work at all.

Bruce Wayne

He is for cuddles 24/7 even longer then that!

Will cuddles you when you and him and your brothers have a slow night of crime fighting!

All ways has a super warm cap then inside very soft!

Will not share you with anyone .... Well maybe Selena!

She a cat she get want she wants so she joins

Most of the time he takes you with him to work and has you cuddles him in his lap.

In the Justice League Tower same thing

Will glare at anyone who will ask for cuddles well not cat women!

Let's the dogs cuddles especially ace

And before you say will he is sharing with someone besides CATMOM. He has a soft spot for dogs especially ace!

Batman at the tower

Superman see Bruce had the Reader cuddling his chest asleep

In her Robin suit.

Superman Batman my I take her you must have a lot of work to....

The whole two months Superman has a black eye that was made by kryptonite Batman fist!

Bruce : no one take my daughter cuddles from me

Bruce at WE

He glares at everyone who aw's at you has to have catmom to be there or he will make bad choices for WE

At the bat cave

Bruce : NO THAT FINAL IT YOUR SISTER TIME WITH ME AND YOU WILL STOP ASKING OR YOU WON'T HAVE ANY DAY WITH HER!

In the mason

Bruce : fine I share with you two

CATMOM : yess I want my kitten with my big bat

Alferd I will have her in 5 hours sir

Yes even alferd like cuddling he is Grandpa and he be bloody damn if he miss put on cuddles with his granddaughter!

I hope you liked it!