#Bat cuddle agenda

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

We.*clap* Need.*clap* More. *clap* Robin hiding in Batman's cape content! Just imagine!

Robin clinging like a koala to Batman or any of the other batfamily members. Have you seen baby bats clinging to their mom? It's adorable!

I want, Nay, NEED the gaggle of bats all clinging to Bruce.

Bruce hanging upside down in a dark corner up in the rafters. Robin fast asleep in his arms in the watchtower and scaring Flash as he races by.

Bruce silhouette looks like a frightening giant bat when hanging upside down. Flash might have thunk it was Batman but "no" since it couldn't possibly be Batman hanging upside down so it was clearly a vampire or bat something's having invaded their tower.

Flash dashes into the cafeteria and screeches to a stop. Yelling about vampire monsters having infiltrated the watchtower!

Turns out Batman and Robin weren't the only bats resting like they were actually bats. Tim and Red hood had apparently also fallen asleep up in the ceiling rafters.

Luckily the other bats had found better hidden napping spots.

Real footage of Batman having woken up from a nap. He is checking that Robin is still tuked and asleep.

#batman #justice league #batfam #dc robin #We need more cuddle bats #like Robin holding onto Batman like a koala #napping #Tim and hood got spotted while they were arguing about who would nap in a spot #God forbid them they compromise and sl #bothe napping together #Bat cuddle agenda

[polaroidcats]

Cat! So i have heard about the new agenda..... Cuddle the dog??? What a delightful idea!!! Do you have any tips about what are dog's favourite ways to be treated well? What kind of things will make him feel warm and happy and loved??? If dog is having a bad day, what could his friends - maybe a certain werewolf - do to make the dog feel better?? Any fluffy scenarios or headcanons you would love to share? 😍

Bat!!! So happy that you asked about this important agenda!!!

The dog grew up not getting any cuddles, so when he meets his new best friend, the stag, it takes him a while to understand that cuddle the dog could even be an agenda. He grew up mostly knowing the ignore the dog, kick the dog, break the dog's will, scream at the dog, belittle the dog, compare the dog to the dog's brother, tell the dog he will never fulfill his potential, tell the dog he is a disgrace to his family,... agendas, so this new cuddle the dog agenda makes him very uneasy at first, he even goes out of his way to avoid it. He gives the shortest, stiffest hugs, but living with the stag, the wolf and the rat makes it sort of unavoidable to get (accidentally) cuddled sometimes, huddling together under the invisibility cloak, the four of them sitting together on a common room sofa meant for two, the wolf accidentally falling asleep in the dog's bed, the stag having no concept of other people's personal space and regularly giving the dog big crushing hugs after quidditch victories or if the doe only rolls her eyes at him instead of hexes him.

Eventually the stag notices how uneasy the dog is with the whole cuddle the dog or even just hug the dog briefly agenda and they talk about it. The dog never felt at ease with physical affection but the stag makes it all seem so easy, the dog wants to try and enjoy it, he just never learnt how to. He reluctantly admits that he likes how the stag doesn't hold back his affection, and can openly and loudly admit to loving his friends as well as hug them whenever he feels like it. The dog is both bad at expressing his feelings verbally and physically, but the stag doesn't mind, he knows and loves the dog and tells the dog he doesn't need to change in order to be loved. The dog cries a little and reluctantly leans into the stag who's sitting beside him on his bed, and puts his arm around the dog and lets him have a good cry.

The dog starts to very shyly hug back whenever the stag (or, on rare occasions, the rat or even rarer, the wolf) hugs him. After the dog manages his first transformation into his true dog form he actually initiates his very first hug, so happy that he and the stag and the rat can now help the wolf.

When they show the wolf their animal forms, the wolf starts crying and the dog is again the first one to start a hug that all four of them participate in, ending up with the wolf on the floor, three very excited boys on top of him, all crying and laughing, and the dog realizes how far he has come, that he can now have this, three best friends who love him, who he loves, who he can cry and laugh with and who he would absolutely die for, no questions asked.

Later the dog has to learn all about the ways in which the wolf likes to be cuddled and taken care of, and the wolf learns all about the ways he can make the dog feel so, so loved, how to cuddle the dog, how to show up and be there for the dog and how to show the dog how much love he deserves. Both the dog and the wolf struggle with this, so it doesn't come as easy to them as it does to the stag, but they learn from and with each other, and find so many small moments of joy in each other's company, creating a perfect little world full of cuddles and love that's just for the two of them.

The dog spends many years yearning for that perfect world, mourning the life he has lost and cursing the decisions that led to him losing that glimpse of a perfect life that was way too short, filled with memories that are now forever tainted by what happened with the rat and the stag.

So when the wolf and the dog reunite, the dog has once again forgotten that he is deserving of love, deserving of cuddles, deserving of anything good really. The wolf and the dog embrace like brothers puppies but now both of their embraces have a certain air of desperation, they are both so lost and trying to cling to each other in a desperate attempt at finding their way back to themselves. The hard part isn't learning to trust each other again, that comes surprisingly easy, considering the circumstances. No, the hard part is letting the other one close again, and not getting overwhelmed by all the memories and the history, of everything they have lost and everything they could have had. The hard part is being seen, fully and with nowhere to hide. The dog often hides in his animal form, and the wolf understands. Cuddling the dog in his animal form comes so naturally to the wolf, sometimes he is secretly glad of the dog being more comfortable like that. But the dog also misses the wolf's human touch on his own human body, only it seems both of them have forgotten how to do that, and now there is no stag, no youthful ignorance and excitement, no naive and wonderful hope for the future left to help them and guide them along the way, to make things easier.

The wolf and the dog have to learn slowly, reluctantly and very carefully how to be close again, how to cuddle again without letting the fear of losing everything, the fear or breaking themselves and each other overwhelm them. The dog loves it when the wolf washes and brushes his hair, and the wolf is happy to help the dog, it seems like a safe way for them to learn how to touch each other as humans again. The wolf hates it when people coddle him after he transforms into a different wolf once a month, but the dog remembers how he used to take care of the wolf, and he tries to gently touch him like he did when they were young and happy, and those touches remind the wolf of all the things they had and all the things they could still have, if they find their way back. It takes time for them to both remember how they liked to be touched and find out all the ways in which they have changed, things they liked that they now hate or don't care for and things they never cared for but that suddenly give them comfort. Both the wolf and the dog find joy in those quiet explorations, in finding new ways to show the other one how much they are loved and how much love is still there, after all these years, after everything that has happened.

#and then they lived happily ever after and no one ever died THE END! #bat tag #wolfstar #i hope u forgive me for taking a bit longer to answer the ask now bat <33 #i hope u like it!! #cuddle the dog #my new fave agenda

[brucewaynehater101]

Here to slowly dump a bunch of parentified Tim hc’s throughout my shift again to keep me awake :p

Ok so Tim is good at separating the relationships he has with others to the one he has with Bruce. Yes Bruce is his kid but Cass is his sister yk?

So when Tim inevitably dates somebody is he going to feel like he has to introduce them to Bruce the way a single parent introduces their new partner to their kid? Or is it not even going to occur to Tim and ofc Tim’s new partner isn’t going to have to parent Bruce that’s Tim’s kid but it doesn’t make him theirs?

Also how does Bruce feel when Tim eventually gets a new partner? Does he feel the same way a kid does and feels like Tim is going to abandon him to date someone and does he just think he’s being protective over ‘his son’? Is he just thinking that Kon (don’t mind me pushin my lil timkon agenda/ could totally be Bernard instead) isn’t good enough for Tim?

You work around this time too?? I usually work night shifts on weekends

Bruce is a pain in Tim's ass that he wouldn't wish on anyone else but loves endlessly. If he dates someone, Bruce is his kid and his alone (well... and Alfred's too). It's like parents with new partners when they have adult children. Their parent's partner typically doesn't become their parent too. Some families are different about this, but that's an acceptable response and boundary. Some kids don't consider their parent's partner to be their parent either. I imagine that's how everyone involved with feel.

The only difference is that Tim's partner may want better for Tim. They may want him to stop running to Bruce's side/aid at the detriment of Tim. If so, this would start many, many fights. There is a TimKon fic (totally forget the name) where they are cuddling in the Manor in Tim's room when fighting starts up. Kon begs Tim not to go down to mediate, but Tim can't stay. He doesn't know how. The fic shows how drained and shitty mediating makes Tim feel, but he can't help it.

As for Bruce, he wouldn't know why the hell he feels similar to the idea of Alfred dating. He doesn't tie this connection together, but he does feel different about Tim dating than his other kids. At first, Bruce ties it to Tim being younger. Damian is quite dating yet, so it's a perfect reasonable conclusion. He would probably get a little jealous and upset that Tim is spending less time at the Manor and with the Bats in favor of his romantic relationship. Bruce ends up pouting a bit.

#dc comics #tim drake #bruce wayne #thank you for the ask!!!! #timkon is cute and so is timberkon and timbern

[unusual-raccoon]

As part of the JaceLuke agenda, thinking of a modern A/B/O AU.

Like Jace (eldest daughter coded) being asked to look after his little brother who is sick and entering a “dry” (non-reproductive) heat which is common in adolescence under a certain age (Luke is 15, Jace is 17). It’s an inconvenience, but he agrees because his mom gives him that “I’m counting on you” look.

It’s all fine and dandy for the first few days, Luke gets bundled up in bed with a mountain of stuffed animals and hot chocolate and Jace has to dote on him because “your brother is sick Jacaerys”. But fuck it, he likes to think he’s a good Alpha, and it’s only for a few days.

Luke doesn’t make it easy though, he pushes buttons when he can - will call Jace upstairs - swaddled in his fleece robe and with his cocoa to ask simple things, bat his thick lashes and plead in his sweetest voice, “J, can you get my phone charger?” While pointing to the socket on the other side of the room - that really didn’t warrant a trip upstairs.

Or throw petulant little fits when he didn’t get his way - he was in heat, which meant Jace was supposed to be nice.

“Mom says you need to take scent blockers.”

“I don’t want to-“

“Don’t be a shit, mom says you have to.”

“J, they make my stomach hurt.”

“…fine, just, stay in your room.”

Occasionally he’d even be terribly clingy. Shooting his brother a text message.

>> Come cuddle with me :)

> Luke, that’s what the stuffies are for

>> but *I* wanna be cuddled

>> I’m lonely and ur alllllll the way downstairs

> go to sleep

>> :(( mean

Of course shit hits the fan when Luke’s expected “dry” heat turns out to be a “wet” one - a full on, reproductive, pheromone-charged, slick-producing, heat.

And, well, It’s only for a few days, right?

#jaceluke #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #modern AU #jaceluke agenda #my writing #ficlet #kinda??? #I have no clue how to tag this so… #hotd #hotd fanfic

[megumri]

ear piercings

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (f)

wc: ~1.9k

genre: fluff / comfort

cw: established relationship; reader has curly hair & piercings (double ears & septum); ear piercing process alluded to but not described; please let me know if I missed something

advancing megumi’s pretty boy agenda by convincing him to get ear piercings.

a/n: this was one of the first things i wrote for megumi, @yuujispinkhair​ & @megumischubbycheeks​ ITS FINALLY HERE !! 

All characters are +21. Minors don’t interact.

It's not a secret that you think Megumi is heart-breakingly pretty. You tell him at every opportunity you get. When you first started seeing each other, you marveled at how he ducked into his collar or turned away to hide the pink tinge on his cheeks. Truthfully, any compliment you pay him—whether it be regarding his intelligence, thoughtfulness, or affection—is in part to watch him descend into a stuttering, blushing mess. 

You also never miss an opportunity to encourage his developing sense of style. From convincing him to try out different shoes (because those boots were not helping him on the job), weaving small hidden braids among his black spiky hair, to gifting him shirts with a variety of necklines; he indulges you in every experiment. He listens to each of your suggestions with patience that rivals an orchid’s rare bloom in its desired season. He weighs each of them while folding you into his embrace, pressing his lips to whatever body part is closest: the curls of your hair, the slope of your neck, the top of your shoulder. He always makes a point to humor you; to try out one more thing and let you fuss over him like a world-renowned stylist, perfecting their new design before it premieres on the catwalk.

One day, when you cuddle up to him on the couch, you catch his eyes lingering on your septum piercing.

"When did you get that?" His voice is a quiet curiosity.

"Earlier today, do you like it?"

You angle your head and bat your lashes at him. It’s a tried and true method for eliciting a smile or even an occasional chuckle and this time is no different. The corner of his mouth lifts upward and he plants a quick peck on your cheek. Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you close. His eyes rake along your whole face in a blatant examination. Lowering his lashes, his gaze is tender. A gentle heat creeps into your face.

"Yeah, yeah I do. Does it hurt?"

"Only a little," you intone softly, "would, you, um, ever get piercings?"

He takes a moment; you watch him roll the question around in his mind. The image of a prism pops into your thoughts; you picture it in the palm of his hands, long fingers rotating it bouncing the light from angle to angle, considering all possibilities and ramifications. Letting this new idea illuminate a version of himself that he did not consider before. He settles on shrugging. The small movement jostles you slightly and you bite your lip to hide your smile.

"They're super easy to get rid of if you don't like them, you just take them out and the hole closes." You snuggle closer to place your lips next to his ear. "When I picture you with your ears pierced, you look so sexy."

You press a quick kiss to the ridged surface and lean back; his face is a beautiful crimson canvas. Affection bubbles in your stomach threatening to break loose in an incandescent laughter. Taking pity on him, you reach up and pat the side of his face.

"Want to watch a movie?"

His head jerks in a nod and he clears his throat. After a series of quick button presses, you rest your head against his shoulder and let yourself be transported into a world unknown.

— — — 

A few days later he takes you to a body piercing shop. Hands entwined, he walks you right up to the door. A small cloud of confusion condenses in your mind. Did you forget about an appointment? It's unlikely, but not completely out of the realm of possibility. You reach for your phone, quickly pulling up your shared calendar. Before you can check it, he strides right up to the counter squeezing your hand in a quick pulse.

"Appointment for Fushiguro at 2pm."

A joint in your neck pops as you whip your head to look at him, eyes wide as the gauges on display on the counter. Your mouth opens, questions poised and ready to burst forth. You hold them in, watching as he maintains eye contact with the receptionist. He planned this? After the conversation you had the other day? Does he like your piercings so much he wants you to have more of them or…or is this appointment for him? His hand squeezes yours.

Gripping his arm with your other hand, your body turns fully to him. You almost miss his exchange with the receptionist, the low hum of his voice confirming your suspicion. Excitement trills through your body from head to toe like a sputtering sparkler. You bite back a smile. He nods at the receptionist and tugs you over to the jewelry case. His gaze slides to the corner of his eyes in a sly attempt to gauge your response.

"Is this for you?" your voice is hushed, laced with an edge of anticipation.

"I…I couldn't stop thinking about, uh, what you said," he shrugs. The tint of red on the tips of his ears betray his false nonchalance. "Thought it would be, um, worth trying. You said the holes would close up if I took them out right?"

Your head bobs, your grip growing firmer. "Yes! They would close!” He nods and turns his attention back to the display case. A flutter tickles your stomach and bubbles up your chest to manifest in a triumphant giggle. He's really going to do this. 

“We need to pick some earrings out! What do you think about these?" your hand shoots out pointing to a set of sparkly studs. "Oh, or these! Megs, you could totally wear hoops, they'd look so good on you—but I don't think you can get those in when you first get them pierced? What about those! They're cute. What do you think?" Your eyes dart from set to set: a small pair of owl studs, gold half-moons, a cluster of stars. At his silence you realize all of this may be overwhelming, and your blatant lack of placing a lid on your excitement is likely not helping. You turn to look at him, anticipating his signature flat, cool stare he often bestows on Gojou. But instead you find his lips slightly parted, jaw slack, and his eyes fixed upon your face. His eyes soften and he brings up a hand to lightly brush his fingers along the curve of your cheek. You smile gently at him. "Megs?" you question, a little breathless.

"Whatever you pick will be perfect."

Leaning close, you bump your nose against his and place a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Turning back to the assortment, you assess your options. Yes, something sparkly would look good on him… but, more likely he will want something not too flashy. Something that won't get in the way while he's on the job. A pair of silver circles catch your eye.

The piercings are quick and seemingly painless. He barely bats an eye when the needle pierces his ears. Of course, his job leads to many injuries, and you're not underestimating his pain tolerance, but it does make you wonder what exactly he looks like before he gets patched up, before he returns whole to you. 

"Take a look, let me know what you think."

The piercer's voice cuts through your thoughts and before you know it he's right in front of you. His hand warm on your elbow to guide you both to the mirror near the door. You marvel at the refracting light that now emanates from his lobes. Their shine mirrors the twinkle that dances in his eyes. He truly does look so pretty.

"What do you think Megs?"

"Perfect," he murmurs, not taking his eyes from the glow on your face.

— — —

In the following weeks you catch him studying his reflection as he brushes his teeth or when passing storefront windows. You don't comment on his assessments, opting instead to watch as he assesses his new accessory. 

It's not until you catch him fresh out of the shower with a towel slung around his waist, leaning over the counter, you decide to make your move. Finger tucked behind his earlobe, he pushes the cartilage forward. Angling the flat circle to wink at him in the mirror. Coming up behind him you wrap your arms around his waist. One of his hands raises to rest over your hands. Beads of water cling to you as you press your cheek against his bicep.

"You like them?"

"Yeah," his gaze slides to yours. His lips curve, "Yeah I do."

You press a kiss to the bulging muscle in his arm. "Do they still hurt?"

He shakes his head, "Ieri, uh sped up their healing."

"Oh, do you think it's fine to swap them out?"

His eyebrows bunch, eyelids lowering allowing you a perfect view of his long eyelashes. You read his expression perfectly as you pull him to your side of the bathroom: swap them out with what? Extracting a small black box from your drawer, you rest it on your open palm, and hold it up to him. His jaw clenches. Tentatively he takes it, and after a quick glance, he pulls open the box to reveal the small silver owl studs. He stares at them for a moment, limbs locked. The smile slips from your face. A nervous apprehension tickles your stomach. 

He wraps his arms around you squeezing you tightly as your face squishes against his chest. Lips hover over your temple, and then dip to whisper a tickling thank you in your ear. It snakes down to coil in your stomach. A familiar tendril of happiness reaches up to shape your lips in a content smile. You thread your arms under his and reach up to place a chaste kiss on his neck.

"Your welcome babe." A lump catches in your throat, "Thanks for trying something new."

His arms pulse. You pull back, and he meets you in a fervent kiss. Teeth dragging along the inside of your lower lip, his mouth opening to swipe his tongue against yours, he lathers you with tender affection. Your stomach flips as he leaves several more smacking kisses. Stepping back, he begins to replace them. Extracting the stud in his left ear with a dexterity you know comes from several of his techniques, he quickly slots in the small owl. He turns to you with a small, tentative half smile, and holds out the box to you.

His voice is timid, hesitant. "Can I—do you want to match?" 

Your cheeks ache as they attempt to accommodate your wide smile. Eagerly nodding, your fingers scramble to find purchase on the back of your left double piercing. Huffing a relieved laugh, he places the box on the counter and replaces your fingers with his. He swiftly swaps the jewelry, and gives you a smile that transforms his whole face. It stuns you momentarily. Heat churns through your body and up to your face. Turning you to the mirror alongside him you both beam at each other.

"You look so pretty Megumi," you sigh.

His throat bobs, but instead of turning away to throw on a hoodie to tuck away his clear discomposure like usual, he pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck. The low timbre of his voice tickles your throat, "You're prettier."

You lay your cheek against his damp hair and don’t bother to hide the nectarous contentment that steals over your face.

disclaimer:  I don’t own any of the characters or people mentioned in this piece  & all characters are +21 plus regardless of published canon

please do not copy, translate, nor repost this work nor other work belonging to @megumri​​

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[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #21: Dancing with Fantasy and Sci-Fi Reading Challenge

Fantasy - Classic Fantasy

World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [R]

“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.

Fantasy - Zombies

You, Me, and The Zombies by sweetprincipale [Adult Only]

When Buffy hears a drunken and desperate Spike say he’s got a meeting with zombies, it’s her duty as the Slayer to investigate the situation. Not to mention that ever since they started to explore pre-wedded bliss under a spell, Buffy can’t stop fantasizing about how Spike, especially since she’s saddled with a sweet but passionless new beau. When Buffy sneaks into Spike’s crypt to save the day, he’s definitely glad she showed up- and he can’t wait to show Buffy that she’s been on his mind, too.

Fantasy - Dragons

The Fairytale by Dusty [NC-17]

Once upon a time, a hero slayed the dragon. A kiss saved the day.

Fantasy - Fairytale Retelling

Sleeping Beauty by Autumn2005 [PG-13]

When Buffy suffers from a wasting illness, Spike is the only one who can cure her. Post-Chosen.

Fantasy - Ghosts

Wine-Colored by OffYourBird [NC-17]

There are so many shades of red, but Buffy sticks to the one she knows best.

Fantasy - Uncommon Fantasy Creatures

All Bottled Up by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

If you bottle things up, sooner or later they’re gonna explode.

Fantasy - Shapeshifters

Cuddling With the Darkness by slaymesoftly [R]

What if Dracula cursed Spike and turned him into a bat (at night); what if he asked Buffy to help him? What if Spike, the little, blue-eyed, black bat was adorable?

Fantasy - Gods

Favored of the Gods by Soulburnt [NC-17]

Enraged by Buffy's treatment of Spike in mid-season six, the goddess of love swoops in to offer succor to a vampire who has always loved too much and a lesson to a Slayer who scorned that love.

Fantasy - Animal Companion

When Love Follows You Home by tbd [PG]

This a a fluffy domestic Spuffy story. There isn't much more to it than that. Spike & Buffy get a dog - sorry/not sorry!

Fantasy - Maternal Heritage

Like Daughter Like Mother by violettathepiratequeen [PG]

Spike thought he'd seen the last of the Buffybot, but turns out it has a bizarre feature that not even he was aware of...

Fantasy - Set in Our World

A Matter Of Taste by Twinkles [Adult Only]

A potentially horrifying story of lust, blood and hunger when the world turns inside out. Set shortly before Buffy vs Dracula; Riley left town at the end of S4.

Fantasy - Witches

The Longest Night by tempestt [PG-13]

On the longest night of the year, Buffy learns the importance of forgiveness.

Fantasy - Thief

A Night Without Day by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

The girl in question is Buffy, of course. But what would have happened if Spike had blown off Angel's search for the Goran head and gone after Buffy instead? What if their reunion uncovered a corrupted Angel's evil agenda? Upon breaking out of a dungeon, incompetent thief Andrew Wells helps Spike and Buffy, recently reunited and cursed by Angel. Angel's curse prevents the pair from ever being in each other's presence except at twilight, so they enlist Andrew in a dangerous plot to return to LA, overthrow Angel and break his evil enchantment.

Fantasy - Pirates

Something Worth Dying For by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]

In a swashbucking tale of body-swaps, mermaids, and shark attacks, Spike and Buffy trade their stakes and fangs for pistols and cutlasses, while the rest of the Scoobies discover what really happened to Buffy when she jumped off Glory's tower...

Fantasy - Portal Fantasy

The Truth Will Set You Free by Enigmaticblue [PG-13]

Set in S4, after Something Blue. Giles does that truth spell on Spike after all, but what happens when it gets stuck? The truth is sometimes a very uncomfortable thing.

Fantasy - Warrior

From Here to Eternity by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

They had lived alone for so long, neither could remember what it was to feel a connection with another person. Maybe they could discover it again with each other.

Sci-Fi - Space Ship

Dysfunctional by violettathepiratequeen [G]

Spike owned a part of her heart, and when he flew away in his stupid bug ship, she felt as if that part of her was going with him.

Sci-Fi - Artificial Intelligence Point of View

Of Bots and Men by bewildered [NC-17]

The Buffybot wasn’t that difficult to fix; Willow had the short rewired that very night, then tucked the Bot away, just in case she was useful. Meanwhile, the Buffybot herself has had to concede that Spike belongs to Buffy—she just wishes she could make Buffy and Spike happy. Buffybot is ready to provide an intervention of her own.

Sci-Fi - Alien

Spacecation by MaggieLaFey [NC-17]

It’s just before s9 and Buffy is feeling as directionless as ever. So when she finally has a day off from her sad job, of course she asks her maybe-ex-probably-friend vampire to take her on a tour of the universe on his spaceship. Going star-sightseeing should be just what she needs to relax, right? Surely nothing big is gonna happen if she takes a day off. And if Spike’s space bugs keep insisting she and him belong together, well. They’re giant bugs, what the hell do they know?

Sci-Fi - Time Travel

A Different Kind of Hell by OffYourBird [NC-17]

Jumping through Glory's tower portal, Buffy and Spike find themselves in a hell dimension they never expected. One that looks suspiciously like 1880's London. Will they find a way back home? Will the truth behind William the Bloody at last make itself known? Will Buffy ever stop butchering the Queen's English? Join them and find out. Starts off at the end of "The Gift."

Sci-Fi - Steampunk

Something Old is New Again by yellowb [R]

Steampunk!  Get your steampunk here! Mystery Challenge fic remains a mystery, even to me — but there shall be balloons, top hats, pirates, and mechanical monsters!

Sci-Fi - Super Powers

Chest Wounds by storm [NC-17]

When Buffy learns that Spike is somehow alive, she is elated… And hurt, and confused. Why didn’t he find her? Why didn’t anyone tell her? Does he still love her? And who is the blue woman?

Sci-Fi - Science/Heavy sci-fi

Dreamer by Gort [NC-17]

Buffy might dream of a normal college life but she got stuck with an annoying vampire instead. Spike’s found the Gem of Amara, but he won’t kill her and has taken to lurking around campus. Things go from bad to worse when they’re both captured by The Initiative and Maggie Walsh takes a special interest. Is Buffy crazy for relying on a vampire to help her put a stop to the professor’s genetic experiments, or is she discovering that normal might be overrated? Begins at Harsh Light of Day before going AU.

Sci-Fi - Replicate/Replica

A Better Man by Sunalso [NC-17]

More than a year post NFA, Buffy is in self-imposed exile. Her only solace is a robot that looks like the vampire who sacrificed himself in a cave under Sunnydale. Spike is unable to stay away, only he's fighting his own inner battles he doesn't want to burden her with. Impersonating a robot for a few days should be easy, right?

Sci-Fi - Space Creatures/Beasts

What Happens in Space by Dusty [NC-17]

Buffy, Spike, and the stars! What could go wrong? What could go right?

Sci-Fi - Teleportation

Christmas Eve by Dusty [NC-17]

Fluffy, sexy fun times on the most magical night of the year!

General - Satire

Pardon My French by Girlytek [R]

In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to let Buffy perform a spell in French.

General - Novella/Short story

A Better Way to Go by kats_meow [NC-17]

It's Buffy's twenty-first birthday - you know, the one she was supposed to be conveniently dead for - and some smartass has left a crumpled up poem on her porch.  Is it trash, a wish, or a chance for something better?

General - Finish a Series

Bitten by Holly [NC-17]

He’d told her that she would beg for it.

General - Mental Health

Almost Paradise by Holly [NC-17]

When presented with the opportunity to magically alter the world she lives in, Buffy knows there are a lot of very good reasons why she shouldn't seize it, but figures things can't get worse. She's wrong.

General - Disability

Room Service by Sunalso [NC-17]

S2 AU. Buffy needs Spike's help, Spike needs Buffy's help. My take on the much used trope of Buffy having to get it on with a vampire to save her life. Fluffy, smutty, and it ends up in a happy place. Set sometime before 'I Only Have Eyes For You'.

General - Set in Africa

The Road to Return by Eurydice [R]

Post-Chosen, Xander chooses to go to Africa for a very specific reason...

General - Library

The Space Between by untouchable [PG-13]

Instead of taking Psych 101 with Willow, Buffy decides to take a poetry class.

General - One Word Title

Called by Dusty [PG-13]

A slayer, a vampire and how they called through the years.

General - Under 500 Pages

Melting Fire by Freecat [R]

Set right after Dead Things. The night after, all he wants is talk. The night after, there’s nothing she wants less than talking. And suddenly they find themselves in another dimension; one that Buffy can’t leave. There’s only one way to get her out. A way with consequences.

General - Over 800 Pages

The Darkling by OffYourBird [NC-17]

When Buffy’s quest to get Spike returned to her is fulfilled in an unexpected way, she finds herself in a complicated relationship with an intrigued master vampire who isn’t the man she loves, but who might be someday… if she can convince him to step out of the dark.

General - Set before 1990

Liebestod by Iamblichus [NC-17]

They really should have known the First Evil wasn't done with them after Sunnydale... Enter: Time-travel, mysterious prophesies, and lots of poetry. BtVS Post-Season 7; Angel AU Season 5. All's well that ends well.

#Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #reading challenges #thesunsetsandsheappears #dustyfics #robotgort #sunalsolove

[kuvvydraws]

okay so Mlem, right?

very creechur indeed

do they accept anything like hugs or cuddles? or mayhaps even snuggles?

Mlem acts more like a stray cat with his own agenda than anything else. That means he wouldn't go for physical affection simply because he has other things to do - if he's helping a guest tidy or dress up, he's not shy about climbing them to smooth their hair or clothes, but while calmly and unhurried, Mlem doesn't really stop doing things, so cuddling is rare.

He can be picked up and cuddled, and he'll endure it without a fight, but it's not really something he'll seek on his own.

If he bonds with the guest, however, he can spare them some minutes so they can lay down together, but that would mean he wouldn't mind prioritizing them over some of the house chores. Mlem is the kind of spirit that mostly works automatically, mindlessly, and making him actively want something or make a conscious choice over anything takes a lot of time an effort.

This is one of the reasons why it's so hard to convince him to stop letting bats, mice and other pests in the house, for example. He just does it, and there's no real reason he should stop when he can just keep doing it, no matter how annoying it it for the guest. They're all just animals in need of a house to him.

#kuvvytalks #oc #mlem #hc

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

A lot of the posts I've seeen around on introducing people to BTS seem to mention a lot the phase of "explains how skin ship works in korea" because apparently Korean men are "closer" in that aspect (idk if that makes sense).

As a Spanish person I don't really see it. I mean, I can see that they are touchy, if that's the right word, but I've met male best friends that are like that and I didn't bat a eye when I saw clips of the cuddled or hugging, which seems to amaze people.

I mentioned my nationality because it's true that we Spanish people tend to be perceived as closer with one another in a physical sense (that's what I've been told, and in my experience it's true). I've had friends that studied in Canada or the UK for a year tell me that they felt lonely or not trusted because people spoke all the time with much more space between them (like the physical space between their bodies) even if they were close friends, and that they didn't really hug as much or weren't really affectionate as a rule.

What I mean, is that this has led me to see a lot of takes online of the members interacting that don't really make sense to me or seem really far fetched. So, I wanted to ask you if you could give your opinion on how this cultural lense on skinship helps people twist narratives. Or alternatively, how it inadvertently gives a skewed image of their relations with one another.

(please don't take this to mean that I condemn every shipper or think that every interpretation of physical affection that points towards not so friendly feelings is completely unfounded, that's not where I wanted to go)

* So thanks for suffering thought this unnecessary lengthy ask, I guess I was just curious on something that people seem to see so clear that I don't get because of what seems to be a cultural aspect. And also I just want to let you know that even if I don't agree with every single one of your opinions I find your blog really interesting and worth following.

A lot of those posts are made with an informative purpose but I also noticed that they're used in order to dismiss other types of closeness between men. Skinship and the knowledge people outside SK have of it is invoked depending on each agenda. Some are saying that skinship is normal between men and it's completely platonic with no room for anything else, others use the skinship to perpetuate their BTS poly agenda which is problematic on its own in some ways (they even made it into a thing when they were at the White House and Hobi barely tapped Jin on his ass when he went to speak) and then there are some shippers who believe that any type of skinship is a clue that indicates a sexual/romantic relationship. I think that what's important to remember is the context and each situation and between which members is happening.

The cultural lens definitely twists the narratives. North American and some Western European fans may as well have a culture shock in regards to skinship because western masculinities don't really have that display of affection. As opposed to Spanish men, or Italian, or any other culture that is not western-centric. etc. The point is, ideas of what is masculinity and how male frienship looks like has been socially constructed and it's heavily influenced by morality and what real manhood looks like. Some aspects can be found in cultures that despite having differences, do have the same model or not necessarily.

In terms of skinship between Korean men and in particular BTS, I think it's relevant to see if a type of behavior is singular and happens between only 2 men for example, or it's a display of affection that transfers to all of them. With BTS, they all like to cuddle, give pats on the ass, or give neck massages or touch their thighs when they talk. If all of them do that and it looks the same, regardless of who does it, then it's not a big deal. It's how they express their affection and closeness. I assume this shouldn't be a shock anymore for any fan who spends at least a month watching BTS content. But the same type of skinship can be charged differently depending on the situation and I'm going to offer here a hypothetical example in a hypothetical boy group. X and Y are besties who do all the skinship that you can think of. They even held hands sometimes, including in an interview. It's normal because they always act like that. But X and Z are also really close and they do skinship, but you don't see them holding hands in a very public setting, like X and Y do. But sometimes they do, in a more private context, but still caught on camera. Now, is that hand holding between XY and XZ the same? Could it be the same because that's how X shows his affection towards his two friends? Maybe not, as the situation in which the hand holding takes place is different and also because the relationship X has with Y and Z is different, despite all being friends with each other. I hope it makes sense what I said.

My point is, generalization doesn't really help in the case of skinship because it gets rid of any situational nuance.

#bmt asks #bts #bts skinship #kpop & skinship

[littleinfinitiy]

January 31, 2024

Today is your big day mahaaaaal!!

Ang aga mo pa umalis nyan pero kabado yan HAHAHAHAHA normal mna yung kabahan kahit sino naman. Lalo na malaking bagay sayo yang gagawin mo ngayong araw. And i know kayang kaya mo yan. Nireview natin yan e! Yun lang din matutulong ko mahal e samahan ka magreview hehe. Ako naman may sariling agenda din kasi may assignment ako sayo naalala mo pa ba yun? Kaya eto na gagawin ko na assignment ko HAHAHAHA

Ewan ko ba bat tinurukan ako ang buong akala ko urine gagawin HAHAHAHAA sakit kaya!!!! Pero mas masakit kung iiwan mo ko. Hoy HAHAHHA (pero masakit talaga kung iiwan mo ko i mean yung turok hahaha) mabilis lang din naman ako natapos like minuto lang tapos na agad ako. Kumain lang ako saglit sabay punta na agad terminal kasi luwas na luwas na talaga ako HAHAHAHA tapos around 12 pm ata yun.

Nagchat ka ng emoji lang. Taka ako bakit? Napano kaya to? Ang tagal mo pa magreply parang ewan. Tapos biglang "pasado". My heart!!! Nakakaproud lang. Sabay tingin sa taas. Sabi ko. Galing mo talaga. Pero deserve man nya yun kasi sobrang dami nyang pinagdaanan lately. Atleast she have this thing na sobrang ikasasaya nya din for sure. Congrats mahal!!! You're almost there! Malayo pa pero malayo na. Hehe nandito lang ako sa likod mo okay? Pag nahihirapan ka na nandito ako okay? Nandito ako palagi. Alam kong alam mo yan hehe

Bumyahe na din ako agad. Sakto lang din para macongrats kita in person na nasabi ko nung gabi sayo idk if u remember mahal while we were cuddling sabi ko "congrats nurse katrina!" Proud na proud ako sayooooooo. It may not look like at sometimes pero deep inside mahal proud ako sa mga nagiging achievements mo sa buhay. Kahit minsan nagkakamali ako. Kahit minsan may mga nasaaabi akong di mo nagugustuhan or nakakasira ng mood mo. Still i'm so proud of you mahal. Teka bat napunta pala sa kung gano kita kamahal? HAHAHAHAHA alam mo na yuuuuun. Pero mas importante ngayon yung ninamnam ko dito sa blog ko yung pagpasa mo sa assesment mo hehe. Ang galing galing mooooooo! Masaya ako para sayo! Konti paaaaa. Nandito lang ako okay? Ulit ulit e no? Bat ba blog ko to e!HAHAHAHAHA

Basta kung san ka man dalhin ng pangrapa mo mahal, isama mo ko ha? Di pwedeng hindi aba. Narinig mo na kong humilik di na pwedeng di ako kasama sa mga pangarap mo 🤣 kidding aside mahal, alam ko namang gagalingan mo pa sa mga susunod na araw e. Mahihirapan ka pero i know for sure malalagpasan mo yun. Nandito kaming mga nagmamahal sayo. Nandito kami ni td para sayo. (Namiss ko tuloy si td bigla kaynis hahaha abavyu td kooo!).

And lastly gusto ko palang magpasalamat sa araw na to. Huling araw ng buwan. Humabol pa tayo ng medyo roller coaster memories. Kasi halo halo e. Taas baba. HAHAHAHA tamang chill lang nung gabi kela lei hanggat sa bago matapos e may humabol pa hehe kahit ano pa yan mahal. Kahit sobrang hirap na. We'll fix it. I'll stay. Kasi gusto ko ikaw na makasama ko for good. Mahal na mahal kita katrina! ❤️

[parvuls]

while i adore the trope where jack and bitty get their act together a little bit sooner, and all their stealth-flirting makes the other boys raise a ton of suspicious eyebrows, i can’t help but think that this is wildly unrealistic.

like, these are a bunch of fratbros in a heteronormative environment. while they’re awesome dudes, let me remind you that shitty and jack canonically cuddle naked and no one bats an eyelash. what i would LIKE to see, however, is a canon divergence where jack and bitty get together sooner and are surprised by how much they can get away with without anyone suspecting The Homosexual Agenda.

bitty starts wearing jack’s shirts? no sweat, everyone’s laundry gets mixed up in the haus -- shitty’s been wearing holster’s hoodie for a year and half now. going on coffee and study dates? just jack and bitty finally becoming friends. crashing in each other’s rooms for the whole night? shitty is actually jealous that bitty’s stealing his cuddle buddy, and jack isn’t even complaining.

but it would probably get downright absurd. like, when they come back after winter break they throw a new year’s kegster and jack and bitty kiss at midnight, and not only does no one suspect a thing, but holster and ransom tell dex and nursey that they totally also kissed at midnight the previous year because it’s a bro thing to not let your bro not be kissed at midnight, bro! and try to convince them to do the same. dex and nursey don’t make eye contact for a week.

at lardo’s art show jack puts his arm around bitty and brings him drinks and the boys tell him it’s totally cool of him to protect bitty from the creepy art freshman who keeps staring at bitty all night. bitty makes jack his phone wallpaper and chowder whines that bitty doesn’t love them all equally and demands to be on it the next month. bitty also stops trying and outright calls jack ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ and ‘sweetpea’ and in one memorable occasion ‘sugar muffin’ and the boys’ response is starting to call each other the same names in a southern accent to chirp him.

lardo, by the way, probably finds out exactly the same way she does in canon (hearts drawn on bitty’s notebook), and figures it out immediately. she starts rooming them together on every roadie, and is not even a little bit surprised none of the other boys notice.

#zimbits #omgcp #omgcheckplease #eventually (probs at graduation) jack and bitty tell them the truth and the boys are like. WHAT. HOW. HOW DID YOU HIDE FROM US. #FUCK YOU MUST'VE BEEN SO SNEAKY. #bitty's eye twitches and he almost tells them that they considered having sex in the kitchen just to see if someone noticed #they did not. but it was a close thing. #text #prompts

[imkylotrash]

For The Sake Of Being Honest

Pairing: Sam Harvey x reader

Request: The reader is close friends with Sky and Sam thinks he's not good enough cause he's "just an earth fairy" but they really like each other and have a cute confession at prom. Anonymous

“I hear you had a study night with Sam last night,” Stella gushes linking her arm with yours. Immediately, you feel the heat in your cheeks. 

“It wasn’t a date,” you say weakly even though your heart is beating a little faster just at the thought of going on a date with Sam. You’ve been wanting that since the first day you laid eyes on him but he hasn’t made a move and honestly, you’ve been too scared to make the first move. 

“Sure it wasn’t,” Stella teases knowing how you feel for Sam. It’s not really a secret to anyone but somehow, Sam has managed to stay ignorant much to everyone else’s amusement. 

“Stella,” you warn not in the mood for another lecture on how you should just tell him. You weren’t confident like her, you don’t think you could handle rejection. She waves Sky over when you reach the cafeteria. 

“Sky, please tell her that she should do something about her crush on Sam.” You know she means well but Sky knows it won’t end well if you’re pushed so he shuts it down. 

“Stella? How about we let Y/N make their own decision, huh?” He nods at her arm still linked with yours and yet again Sky proves just why he’s your best friend. 

“I was just-”

“I know. And it’s sweet, but not today.” She gives you an apologetic look before she makes her exit leaving you and Sky to watch her join the other Winx girls. Finally, you can breathe again. As much as you like Stella, she can be a little suffocating when she has an agenda. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Sky shrugs leading the two of you to the line at the cafeteria. He grabs two sandwiches before spinning around to face you. 

“Roof or field?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“Is that even a question?” The two of you head to the roof finding your usual spot. From here you have a view of the entire training field and if you stand up, you can even spot some of the mountains on the other side of the forest. It’s your favourite place at Alfea. 

“I have to ask you something,” Sky says. 

“Anything,” you reply looking over at him. Objectively, you know he’s handsome but you’ve never felt attracted to him and you think that’s why you’ve become so good friends. Sky has never been able to keep friends that were girls. He’s handsome and kind, it’s a recipe for disaster. Luckily, your heart has been too busy pining after Sam to even notice Sky like that. 

“What is a prom?” He pronounces it like it’s something dangerous and it makes you laugh. 

“Where did you even hear that word?” 

“I overheard some fairies talking about it. Apparently, it’s an Earth thing and I figured since you grew up there, you would know what it is.” He’s right. You would know what it is. In all secrecy, you’d always really wanted to go to prom but you never made it to your final year of high school before Farah came to get you. And prom wasn’t a thing here at Alfea. 

“I do know what it is. It’s a high school party. Everyone is dressed up real fancy and have dates. It’s to celebrate the students that are in their final year.” 

“Oh.” He doesn’t say anything else while you finish eating. 

“I have to go. But if I can just give you an advice, wear something nice tonight.” He climbs back in through the window and disappears. You have no idea what he’s got going on but when you return to your room, you decide to follow his advice and pick out a nice outfit. 

“You look great!” Musa says as soon as she walks through the door. 

“Thank you,” you reply narrowing your eyes at her. Why does everything feel so suspicious right now?

“Sky wants to see you down in the cafeteria,” Musa says trying her hardest not to smile only adding to the feeling that something is going on. Then it hits you. Sky talking about prom, making Stella back off. Sure, you’ve never liked him, but you never thought he might like you. Oh no. 

“Guess I’ll get going then,” you say slowly walking towards the door silently preparing yourself to turn down your best friend. You refuse to use any clichés such as “It’s not you, it’s me” but you’re just so confused why he would do this. He knows you like Sam. You’ve liked Sam longer than you’ve known Sky. It doesn’t make any sense that he would be doing this. You take a deep breath in an attempt to prepare you for what’s hiding behind the doors to the cafeteria. But when you finally do walk through the door, Sky is nowhere to be found. Instead Sam is standing in the middle of the room with something that looks oddly close to a corsage. 

“Sam?” You notice all the tables and chairs have been pushed to the sides of the room to create a huge space in the middle. 

“Hi,” he says twisting whatever it is he’s holding in his hands. He seems so nervous and it’s making you nervous. You were ready to reject your best friend but you weren’t ready for Sam. 

“I got you this.” He holds it out and you realise that it is in fact a corsage with yellow flowers - your favourite colour. He slides it into your wrist with shaking hands. 

“May I?” you ask noticing just how crooked his tie is. He nods letting you reach up to tighten up his tie. 

“I had the weirdest chat with Sky the other day,” he says once you’ve finished. Instantly, your heart starts beating a little faster. Did Sky tell him something?

“Give me a second,” he mutters turning around. He starts looking for something on the tables and exclaims loudly when he finds whatever he’s looking for. When he turns around, he’s holding a cardboard sign saying “Prom?” It even has a little heart drawn, it’s enough to make your knees weak. He’s looking at you with a smile waiting for your answer. 

“Yes, of course.” Was there really any other answer? He wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up and spin you around. At the same time, someone hits the lights and instead pink lights light up the entire room. The cafeteria starts filling up with the other fairies and specialists. Sam made prom happen for you. 

“We should go talk,” he whispers in your ear as the music starts playing. You nod in agreement following him to a quieter place outside. You can still hear the music playing inside proving to you that this isn’t just a dream. 

“Right off the bat, you look absolutely stunning. Like easily the prettiest fairy I’ve ever seen,” he smiles. Your heart skips a beat when he stutters from pure nerves. You have a feeling you know what he’s going to say but you don’t dare assume. Your heart would quite literally shatter if you were wrong. 

“I had a chat with Sky who told me that I should do something about how I feel for you,” he swallows doing his best to keep his voice steady, “and I told him it didn’t matter because I saw how you looked at him. Which makes sense because he’s this hot specialist and I’m just an earth fairy. Literally the most boring power so I never thought I’d stand a chance.” You might just burst with happiness right about now. He likes you too. 

“How could you ever think you wouldn’t be good enough? I’ve liked you for years now, Sam Harvey. I thought you just wanted to be friends.” 

“Why would I ever want to be just friends. Do you have any idea what you do to me every time I see you?” Gently, he pulls you in placing a hand on your lower back to hold you close. It’s the most forward you’ve ever seen him be but you really like it. 

“Probably the same as when I see you.” Tonight is for being honest. You don’t want to hide your feelings and here Sam stands telling you everything you’ve dreamed of for so long. 

“Can I kiss you?” It warms your heart that he’s so attentive asking for permission and not just taking what he wants. It makes you want him so much more. 

“Yes,” you whisper closing your eyes. He leans down kissing you softly. It’s the perfect first kiss. You see in his eyes the same thing you feel. A kiss isn’t enough. But you want to take things slow and enjoy every second with him. 

“Let’s go dance,” he says knowing exactly how you. He holds out his arm and you happily accept letting him lead you back inside.

“So, you think Sky is hot?” You’re teasing him and he knows it. 

“I’m a guy, I’m not blind.” You both laugh as he leads you back to the dance floor. It’s a slow song but you don’t mind it. You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist. It feels so natural like you’ve done it a million times before. It’s the first dance, but definitely not the last of the night. The clock is 4am before you finally decide to go to bed. Just this once, he sneaks into your room and stays cuddled up with you. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you whisper enjoying the last few moments of it. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

#sam harvey blurb #sam harvey gif #sam harvey x reader #sam harvey imagine #sam harvey #fate winx club #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #winx saga #winx club #fate winx #fate

[mrs-han]

Forever

@mrs-mc-han: Hiiiiii! Can I please please please request an MC who is super loud an extroverted! She doesn’t mean to or really even notice. she tends to yell when excited and use a lot of hand motions and laugh loudly. and she was never aware of it until she heard one of Jumin’s employees gossiping in the bathroom at C&R and goes to Jumin in tear apologizing for making him seem unprofessional. If you do this I will be so happy🥺🥺I love your work! Thank you💕

~~~

Gurrrl! I went through three different drafts because none of them felt right! But I finally settled on one! Here we go!

~~~

"Ow!! Don't -!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jumin carefully sat you up, his hand on your lower back. "I added too much pressure this time... I'm sorry, darling."

"No, don't apologize, Jumy... it's so nice of you to help me to begin with," you smiled forcibly, gripping his hand.

"It wounds me to see you in so much pain," Jumin sighed, his fingers lightly trailing over your shoulder blades. "How long do you need to rest?"

"Six weeks," you moaned, turning and burying your sulky face against Jumin's neck. "Which is impossible, by the way. What am I supposed to do for six weeks!"

"Rest, obviously," Jumin jested, poking your cheek.

"... Rest, obviously," you imitated. "I mean! What else am I gonna do? Huh? What, I can't do anything except rest?"

"Calm down," Jumin cooed, winding his arms around you. "I'll tell you what. How do you feel about coming to work with me, hm? It's remote, quiet, and you can stay in my office."

"And do nothing?" You pouted.

"I have plenty of board and card games that will keep you busy. Or, you can bring your tablet and play the games you have on there. What do you say?"

"That sounds like... a reason for you to spy on me," you smirked.

Jumin batted his eyelashes. "So what if it is?"

"That sounds like a plan," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "To coming with you to the office, not to the spying."

"Drats," Jumin said stoically, lifting you from the couch and placing you on the bed. "Did you take your medication, love?"

"I did," you blushed, realizing for the millionth time how lucky you were to be reminded. "Come here, hubby. Cuddle close."

~~~

The height of C&R's structure never failed to frighten you. You stood dumbfounded as Jumin gathered your things and grabbed your hand.

"Are you all right?" He smiled, tightening his hold.

"Did you guys expand somehow? The building looks ten times larger than when I was here last!" You smiled, throwing your arm out and flinching shortly after. "Ow! Ow..."

"Be careful," Jumin uttered, rubbing your back. "The building hasn't gotten any bigger... it seems my proposal for cat tree extension has been denied."

"You made a proposal for a cat tree extension?!" You laughed.

"Oh, look. I'm going to be late. Let's go," Jumin mumbled hastily, leading you delicately to the inside of the building.

The sights and the interior sounds were more or less the same since you had last visited. Hurried footsteps and the sound of passes that approved access mixed with the familiar smell of citrus - your senses were overtaken and overwhelmed.

"Why do you look so shocked? You were here just last week," Jumin chuckled, easing you past the security booths.

Before you could respond, you heard a familiar pair of heels making a beeline towards you. You turned and glowed as Jaehee, folders in hand, stopped and bowed towards Jumin.

"Mr. Han -"

"Jaehee!!"

She straightened and smiled as you crashed against her, hugging her. She tucked her folder under her arm and gave you a reassuring pat. "How have you been, MC? All Mr. Han talks about is how you injured your back."

"Even during meetings?! Jumin, shame on you!"

Jumin turned his head, hiding his flushed expression.

"Don't be too hard on him. It's a rarity to see how much he cares for someone other than his cat," Jaehee quipped under her breath.

"We're going," Jumin blurted, grabbing your arm and leading you to one of the many elevators.

"Yes, Mr. Han," Jaehee said quickly, fixing her glasses and her posture.

~~~

"What happened to your office?!" You shouted.

Jumin pursed his lips and blinked quickly. "I felt the need to redecorate."

You rushed into the office and threw your arms open. "Jumin, there are pictures of me everywhere!! OW!!"

"Don't strain yourself by yelling, darling."

Jaehee quickly closed Jumin's office door behind her. "Forgive my sudden intrusion towards this heartwarming conversation, but Mr. Han?"

"Ah, yes. The meeting."

"Jumin, you are -"

"Silly? Adorable? Quite the catch?" Jumin crooned, massaging your back.

You faltered and wrapped your arms firmly around him, giggling as he peppered kisses to your face.

Jumin hummed gently, his fingers curling over and into your hair. "I'll be back, my love. And when I come back, I'll give you the massage you deserve. Don't miss me too much."

"Impossible. I miss you already if only you knew -"

"Mr. Han," Jaehee spoke more pointedly.

"All right, all right." Jumin sighed, the stars in his eyes now replaced by businesslike determination.

"Be strong, my brave man," you grinned.

Jumin grabbed your hand, planted a firm kiss on your palm, and turned quickly, lest Jaehee fire another warning. You closed the door and bit hard at your lip as you observed Jumin's gallery.

Photos of you sleeping, smiling, holding Elizabeth the Third - even pictures of the highly publicized wedding day - were scattered with the finesse Jumin naturally possessed.

"I love you so much, you silly man," you said under your breath, running your fingers over his desk and finally settling yourself on his seat.

You managed to keep yourself busy for half an hour, drawing hearts on Jumin's notepad and playing a round or two of virtual Uno. Boredom was a hell of a demon, so you figured there was no harm in walking around.

Opening the door to his office, you peeked your head through and slid out. You were greeted with polite smiles and inclined heads as you walked through the floor, making you feel... oddly uncomfortable. No doubt, everyone was polite to you because they knew who you were - if you were to make one complaint, Jumin would take immediate action.

But you pushed your suspicions of trivial matters aside and smiled widely towards the ostensibly friendly employees.

Your brows furrowed, and your shoulders tensed the longer you were outside of Jumin's office. You understood what Jumin meant; that feeling of suffocation seemed to hover over your person and only caused more stress to your back as you unconsciously hunched.

You traveled to the café, desirous for some breathing air - there had to be some sense of normalcy where people ate. Still, heads turned as soon as your footfalls could be heard, and more disturbingly flashy smiles were shined your way.

Cramped and in agony, you retreated quickly to the nearest restroom, rubbed your neck, and yanked your phone out.

Hey, honey! Are you almost done?

Jumin usually answered you immediately, but his response still hadn't come your way. Pushing a stall door open, you slumped into the toilet seat and continued to try to work the knot on your back.

"Jumin, shame on you ~!"

Laughter reverberated through the restroom, and you froze in place.

"She's so tacky!"

"And so loud. Could you hear her from accounting?"

"Yes! No offense to Mr. Han, but the least he can do is put her in her place."

"Ha, no offense to Mr. Han, but he chose poorly. My daughter would be a much better candidate."

"Isn't your daughter twelve?"

"Well, Mr. Han does seem to go after those with a... childlike... disposition!"

Earsplitting laughter echoed through the room, through your ears. You pulled your knees to your chest and brought your hand to your mouth to muffle any outbursts of emotion.

"Considering how serious he is, you would assume! That he would choose a practical, serious woman!"

"Where is she from, again?"

"America, from how she behaves."

"That explains the lack of discipline."

You closed your eyes.

"How long would you give them?"

"Six months."

"Ji-Yu! That is far too generous! I give them! Three months!"

"Ladies, ladies. She can't live in a world as glamorous as Mr. Han's. They will divorce as quickly as they met. A country bumpkin will always return to the landfill they came from."

"Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Are you paying?"

Another bought of laughter resounded... then, silence. You stood slowly, legs shaking and back aching more than it had that morning.

You went from wanting full transparency to wanting the false reassurance of superficiality.

"So stupid," you murmured.

~~~

"What's next on the agenda," Jumin demanded as he walked straight to his office.

"A meeting at 1430 with Amorepacific," Jaehee answered, easily keeping pace with her boss.

Jumin slid his sleeve up, checking his watch. "Good, I have time to eat lunch with my wife."

"Enjoy your time with her, Mr. Han, but please be in Boardroom D ten minutes before the meeting."

"Yes, yes, fine." Jumin pushed the door open and was greeted by your swollen red eyes and dripping nose.

"Welcome back," you sniffed, forcing a smile.

Jumin's nonchalant expression immediately shifted to one of anxiety. His brows creased, his eyes grew, and he flew to your side. "Darling, what... why are you crying?"

Your voice quivered. "Can I go home?"

"Talk to me," Jumin urged, grabbing your hands. "Is your back hurting you? Did anyone try to come in?"

"No, no... I just... I want to go home," you cried, pulling your hands from Jumin's and covering your face.

"All right... all right, darling," Jumin cooed, grabbing his phone from his back pocket. "I'm calling Driver Kim right now -"

"No," You blurted. "I want to go home. Where I came from."

Jumin paused... then quickly snapped into action, carefully grabbing your chin. "Speak to me. Darling? Why are you saying these things."

"Who am I kidding, Jumin? I can't... I'm not cut out for this life. I'm not cut out for you, you...! You deserve way better than me. You need a woman who's mature, demure, graceful... that isn't me, and you'd be much better off if -"

"Stop," Jumin boomed.

"You just told me to talk to you!" you babbled.

Jumin's anxious eyes eased. "Is that what this is about?"

You closed your eyes. "I heard a gaggle of women talking while I was hiding in the bathroom... Jumin, they're right."

"Are they?" Jumin asked.

"Well... yeah, I mean... they even attacked you, saying how interested you were in childlike women..."

Jumin wiped your tears with his thumbs. "Mmhm. Complete strangers weighing in on the depth of our relationship... it never occurred to me that I should take their opinions to heart."

You hiccupped. "All I'm saying, Jumin, is... I didn't realize how ridiculous I made you look... I didn't consider it."

"What is there to consider?" Jumin asked gently. "You would rather take their words to heart over how happy you make me when you smile? How fast you make my heart beat when I see how eager you are to explore different things? How, in a sea of millions, your eyes are the only ones I will ever look for?"

Your lip quivered.

"Others will have our opinions of us, but you will always be my wife. No matter what is said, I will always come to you. I want you to realize this, that you may finally lean on me... that you will irrevocably trust that my love for you is infinite.

"... Jumin!" You sobbed, tears streaming down your eyes. "You weren't supposed to make me cry more!"

Jumin roughly tugged you in and held you fiercely, kissing the top of your head. "No more talk of you leaving me... don't go anywhere. Stay by my side, and rest assured that I will stay by yours."

"Forever?" You squeaked.

"And ever," Jumin whispered vehemently. "Ah... your back -"

"Don't you dare pull away from me, Jumin," you half-joked.

"... Ha. I wouldn't dream of it, my dear. What do you say we grab some lunch, hm? Your choice."

"Sure... fifteen more minutes like this, first," you replied, your mouth pressed against Jumin's chest.

Jumin laughed and rested his cheek atop your head. "Excellent plan."

#mystic messenger #jumin han #mein schatz #jumin x mc #Now... it bedtiem. #Happy Halloween everybody! #I'm in the Olympics way I'm jumping through hoops ~

[agerefandom]

Mornings and Knights

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Aziraphale & Crowley

Words: 1,800

Summary: The first morning that Crowley wakes up still regressed, after an evening of regression with Aziraphale as his caregiver. (Able to be read alone, but technically a continuation of my ‘Evenings of Eternity’ series!)

Content warnings: Bath time, play-fighting with sticks, and enough fluff to rot some unsuspecting teeth.

“Up you go!” Aziraphale caught Crowley gently, lifting him up towards the midmorning sun. He was cheating a bit, ignoring the gravity that should be pulling them back down to the ground, but he was sure that Crowley wouldn’t notice.

Crowley was laughing, wiggling in Aziraphale’s grasp. He stretched his fingers up towards the blue sky, dark against the shining backdrop.

Aziraphale brought him back down into an embrace, holding him tight. “There’s my little one!” he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to Crowley’s bedhead. Neither of them had gotten dressed before running outside this morning, after a quick breakfast of cereal and a longer cleanup of said breakfast. Crowley had certainly gotten into the spirit of making a mess as a toddler.

“I want to play!” Crowley protested, trying to get out of Aziraphale’s arms.

Crowley didn’t really go in for the baby talk, but Aziraphale could tell how much less he filtered himself. How different he was like this, how open. Aziraphale was amazed every time by how much trust Crowley was putting in him, to take care of him and see this part of him. It had been just over a month since Aziraphale had first raised the topic, only four evenings of exploring Crowley’s regression.

Crowley had taken to it like a duck to water, from finger-painting to playing pretend. Aziraphale was hard-pressed to keep up with his toddler energy, but he admired this new form of Crowley as much as he loved the other lives they had shared together. It was nice to have a natural place with this version of Crowley, each of them constructed to fit the other: Aziraphale the one with snacks and napkins, and Crowley with a mischievous grin and fast-running legs.

“Remember to stay in front of the house,” Aziraphale told Crowley before he let him run off into the field. The backyard was still sizeable, but it dropped off into a sheer cliff that Aziraphale didn’t want Crowley going near when he was regressed.

Crowley didn’t pause to acknowledge the warning as he bolted out of Aziraphale’s grasp into a longer patch of grass. He batted at the fronds that bobbed at the level of his chest, then went into a complicated martial arts routine that flattened a large section of the poor greenery. He flipped between coordination and childish stumbling steps, a contradiction in movement. Aziraphale leaned against the gate and watched him, calling out encouragement every now and then. He loved to watch Crowley play, showing an internal drive and joy that Aziraphale didn’t often see in him.

Crowley was now performing some speech in the center of the grass, attempting to threaten the remaining fronds into submission while illustrating the consequences with punches to the air.

Aziraphale smiled fondly at the sight of Crowley yelling, dressed in a new t-shirt with two crossed swords on front. Crowley, as a toddler, had an obsession with knights and weaponry. Aziraphale was almost convinced that it was adult Crowley mocking him, knowing just how much Aziraphale had hated their days in knightly armour, but Crowley was much too genuinely excited as a toddler to have a nefarious agenda. So there were pledges of loyalty and honor, quests for imaginary treasure.

Aziraphale was thinking about getting Crowley some kind of playset that was themed around knights, but he wasn’t sure if that would be taking things too far. He would have to ask Crowley when he was feeling grown up.

“Help me siege the castle!” Crowley yelled, pointing at the tree in their yard with his newest ‘sword,’ a broken piece of wood that Aziraphale had dulled on both ends with a quiet miracle.

“At your service, my liege!” Aziraphale called, running to his side. “I come with my bow!”

“Good.” Crowley took his position, chest puffed out and sword raised high. “Shoot them all! But don’t hurt them too much.”

“No worries,” Aziraphale assured him. “All of my arrows are covered in sleep dust, and they’ll fall asleep as soon as they’re hit.”

“Brilliant!” Crowley swung his sword around once with a fierce war-cry and rushed at the tree, Aziraphale obediently loosing imaginary arrows over his head at the invisible enemy.

“They’re no match!” Aziraphale called as Crowley slashed at the trunk with his stick. He wouldn’t do any real harm to the tree, Aziraphale knew. And if he accidentally hit too hard, they could always heal it later. They both loved the shade of its leaves too much to allow it wounds from silly games. “You’re too good!”

“None can defeat me!” Crowley cried.

With one last thrust to the trunk, Crowley dropped his sword for a victory lap around the tree, his fists held high.

“The knight victorious!” Aziraphale said, exaggerating a bow. “How can we repay you?”

“No repayment,” Crowley said imperiously. “I do what I do for the good of the chivalric code. As all men should.”

“A noble knight,” Aziraphale nodded. “Truly.”

“Can I have a medal?” Crowley’s eyes came together, and his eyes were wide. Aziraphale laughed, recognizing what writers would call ‘puppy-dog eyes.’

“You may have a cookie, darling one, and that will be your medal.” Aziraphale held out his arms and Crowley jumped into them, curling long limbs in until Aziraphale was supporting his weight entirely. “And a bath for your grass-stained knees.”

“I don’t need a bath!’ Crowley protested, but Aziraphale knew from previous discussions that a bath was something Crowley had been wanting to try for a while. Neither of them usually took baths, able to miracle away any blemishes that settled on them. It would be a new experience for both of them, and all the better for being tried together.

“But don’t you remember the new duck we bought for your bath time?” Aziraphale coaxed as he carried Crowley towards the house. “I think he deserves a chance to float around.”

“Oh, true!” Crowley brightened, squirming in Aziraphale’s grasp until he could wrap his arms around Aziraphale’s neck, nuzzling into his chest. “And will it be very warm?”

“The warmest,” Aziraphale promised. “And you can take a nap afterwards.” The door opened politely for them and Crowley’s shoes unlaced themselves, tucking themselves away in their proper spot. Aziraphale toed off his own shoes and carried Crowley down the hall to the bathroom, sitting him gently on the closed toilet seat.

The running water was calming, sound and steam filling the room as Crowley chattered about the morning and his escapades. Aziraphale sat on the edge of the tub, one hand testing the water’s temperature, smiling and listening to Crowley’s stories. Once the bath was full and warm, he helped Crowley undress and watched him clamber into the tub, settling in with a sigh of contentment. Aziraphale could practically see him soaking up the warmth.

Just as Aziraphale started to wish that the bath was big enough to fit two, there was suddenly enough room for them both. Aziraphale blinked, fairly certain he hadn’t made that happen. Crowley stretched his arms over his head, wiggling back and forth to send waves through the bath, then grinned at Aziraphale, reaching out a hand in his direction.

Aziraphale laughed and started unbuttoning his shirt. “If you wanted me to come in, you could have just said so.”

“You need to wash my hair!” Crowley pointed out, grabbing for the shampoo bottle and making a little sound of surprise when it fell into the bath water with a splash.

“Patience,” Aziraphale said, scooping the bottle up and putting it on the side of the bathtub as he stepped into the warm water. He’d made it a bit too hot for himself, knowing that Crowley would appreciate the extra heat, and his pale skin turned rosy red as the water touched it. He sank into the water carefully, trying not to jostle Crowley. The tub might be big enough for two now, but it was still a bit of a squeeze with Crowley’s long legs. “Okay, lean back,” Aziraphale said when he was settled.

Crowley obediently leaned back against Aziraphale’s chest, and they both huffed a contented sigh at the same time.

The world was full of soft steam and wonderful warmth. Crowley’s familiar sharp lines were pressed against him, head on Aziraphale’s chest and their arms pressed together on the sides of the bathtub. Aziraphale could feel the inhuman heat coming from Crowley’s skin, could feel the lines of his ribs as he breathed. Aziraphale wished they could stay here forever, basking in the water and the intimacy. He wrapped his arms around Crowley, tugging him closer and hooking a chin over Crowley’s freckled shoulder. Crowley nuzzled his cheek against Aziraphale’s, damp hair tickling Aziraphale’s nose.

“I love you very much, little one.” There were no words for the pressing feeling in Aziraphale’s chest, but those would have to do.

“Love you too,” Crowley murmured into the quiet air.

After a moment of silence, Crowley started playing with the water, splashing it between his hands. Aziraphale laughed, unwrapping his arms from around him so that he could play. Crowley didn’t have a long attention span when he regressed, preferring to be moving at any given moment. Sometimes Aziraphale wished he was more interested in cuddles, but he was happy enough to spend the time with Crowley however he wanted to.

The rest of the bath passed in a cycle of suds and rinses, with Aziraphale doing his best to keep the soap out of Crowley’s eyes and give him enough time to play with his rubber duck in between bottles of shampoo and conditioner and bodywash. Crowley liked pushing the duck under the water and then watching it shoot up to the surface, laughing delightedly every time.

“Come on, darling one, out you come.” Aziraphale had some trouble coaxing Crowley out of the nice warm water, but eventually it cooled down enough that he clambered out and into the towel Aziraphale had been holding for the last ten minutes. Aziraphale towelled him off with determined scrubbing, and an unusual gust of indoor wind finished the job, pushing Crowley’s hair into an absurd shape and making him laugh.

Aziraphale carried Crowley back to bed and put him into pyjamas, changing into his own comfortable clothes. Crowley willingly crawled under the blankets, but left the corner turned down in a clear invitation.

Aziraphale hesitated: he’d been planning to do some reading this afternoon, and a nap was not really part of that plan… but Crowley looked so cozy that Aziraphale eventually gave in and climbed after him, wrapping Crowley in his arms and closing his eyes to let the now-familiar darkness of sleep claim him for a little while longer.

#fandom agere #good omens agere #agere writing #agere fic #agere fanfiction #sfw agere #my writing #my fics #this has been on the back burner for a while #keep your eyes out for more series! i've been working on my own projects over the winter break #hopefully i'll have time to finish them between requests ^-^ #good omens

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

whumptober day 1: restrained

i’m doing whumptober this year! slowly, but i’m going to try to do them all.

summary: dick wishes he were in an actual cage, or hanging from shackles in some dank basement. anything would be better than this.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of suicide. ostensibly set in comics-canon, but uh... set in a nebulous time-line that doesn’t really spoil anything other than the fact that damian is robin.

restrained

There are worse places to get stuck than the Wayne manor’s living room, Dick muses. At least he’s comfortable, people can come and visit him, and there’s limitless entertainment on the TV to distract him. He’s not in some dank basement hanging his entire weight from his arms, and he’s certainly not tied to a cold torture table or to a chair in the centre of a room that’s slowly flooding and he has to slips his knots before he drowns and is that a squid that’s trying to wrap itself around his face, what the fuck—

Okay, so Dick has had more than his share of weird and terrible experiences being tied up. Compared to them, this is a fucking holiday. 

“This is getting silly, Grayson,” Damian says, leaning against the entrance to the living room, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Has it only just, Dami,” Dick mutters. He’s lounging on the sofa, one arm over his eyes. He hasn’t moved from this position for at least a couple of hours. He isn’t sure if ‘moving’ is going to be on the agenda for the near future. He just can’t see the point. 

“Have you tried leaving again today? Maybe the—spell,” Dick imagines Damian’s mouth twisting, the tip of his nose pointing towards the ceiling, “has worn off by now.”

Dick grunts. The truth is, he hasn’t tried in a few days at least. The first few days he couldn’t stop throwing himself against the invisible barrier between this (goddamn fucking) living room and the rest of the world, even if it meant that each time it felt like he was being cut open and electrocuted. It was only a combination of Bruce and Jason bodily holding him back and his own body giving up on him, unable to process that much pain for that long, that made him stop. 

The family’s called in favours with Zatanna, Constantine, Doctor Fate, pretty much anyone who has even passing experience with magic and can figure out what’s going on and why it seemed like only Dick was trapped there. And until they can find a solution, Dick, well… 

I’ve had worse, he reminds himself again.

“That’s not an answer,” Damian says.

Dick bites back on an angry retort and turns so that he’s facing the backrest of the sofa. He means well, Dick thinks, but if he has to look at Damian’s half-concerned, half-contemptuous expression again he’s going to say something he will regret. Again. 

After a long moment, he hears Damian click his tongue against his teeth. “It’s a good thing you’re not in enemy territory, Grayson,” he says, before walking away, “where your utter lack of self-preservation might’ve ended up endangering someone else.”

And that’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? If he’s in enemy hands he at least has a purpose, a readily identifiable objective, something to overcome. Here, he feels like a goldfish in a bowl, able to smell, hear and see freedom but never able to get there. Each little concession to his situation—from the portable toilet that Alfred’s dragged in there, to installing whatever gym equipment that can fit in the space, to the growing collection of books, blu-rays and multiple new streaming subscriptions—feels like a defeat to an invisible enemy he hasn’t even begun to fight.

(that he doesn’t know how to fight—)

He pulls his blanket over his shoulders, closes his eyes, and surprises himself by falling asleep almost immediately. 

-

Dick’s woken by the sound of alarms. He’s up on his feet and running towards the source of the sound before he can even put together a conscious thought; it sounds like somebody’s trying to gain unauthorised access into the Batcave, which can only mean--

He stops short when it feels like he’s run into a wall of electricity. His mind tips sideways, sparks filling his vision, nerves misfiring and his body convulsing in their wake. He falls to the floor, twitching, the impact digging bruises into his skin. He curls into a ball, his muscles taut and pulling impossibly tauter, drool seeping from a mouth that he can’t seem to close and screams locked inside a chest that he can’t seem to move.

The moment stretches for an eternity until it isn’t, and he heaves a shuddering breath. His vision clears enough to see Damian--in full Robin costume--crouched in front of him, pale and frowning. Jason’s standing behind him, shirtless and panting.

“Dick,” Damian says. His voice is small, and scared.

Dick should be trying to reassure him. He should be teasing him about using Dick instead of Grayson or Richard or any number of semi-fond insults. He should be trying to figure out which is way up, honestly, given the way the room is still spinning. Instead he says, “... the intruder?”

“My fault,” Jason says. “Tripped an alarm by mistake. But, Dick, you…”

Dick starts to push himself up on shaky arms. “I’m okay,” he says, even though his voice feels like it’s scraping through the gravel in his throat. “I must’ve gotten farther than I realised.”

Jason and Damian exchange looks.

“That’s the thing, Dick,” Jason says, after a long, silent moment. “You didn’t.”

That’s when Dick notices that he’s barely two feet away from the couch. 

“Oh,” he says.

-

Now that the circle’s started closing in around him, it doesn’t stop. Everyday, Dick discovers that the space that he can exist without pain that feels like his body is being flayed open with a machete is getting smaller and smaller. There’s a point where he can’t move from the couch, even to use the portable toilet--unless he wants to live inside it.

This is the point where he stops eating.

Family and friends come and go, reassuring, pleading, sometimes yelling at him to not give up. Dick wants to be grateful that he isn’t alone in this, but seeing the way they move in and out of the… cage that he’s in with no effort at all brings him to the verge of heart-pounding, dizzying panic. A large part of him is still unable to reconcile the wide open spaces he sees around him with his inability to… be in those spaces. An actual cage would probably be easier to deal with. 

(For a fraction of a moment, Dick considers asking Bruce to build him one. He can’t imagine that desire being treated as anything other than a joke, but he is well past the point of joking now.)

“We’re close to finding the solution,” Tim tells him fiercely. “I know it. That’s why the spell’s accelerating.”

Dick’s supposed to be the hopeful one, and yet it’s always Tim who’s reaching for even the slightest sliver of light and it’s always Dick who’s too afraid to believe him. The words I’ll die before that happens come unbidden to his mouth, but he doesn’t say them; for one, they would devastate Tim, who already looks a moment away from shattering, and two, would he really die? Or would he just be in this horrific pain for all of eternity? 

(would he be allowed to--)

Bruce spends an entire day sitting with him, talking about everything except Dick’s current predicament. He talks about old and new cases, about Damian’s newest addition to his bat-menagerie, about upgrading the Batmobile and the time Alfred tried to teach him to make Bechamel sauce and he ended up burning a perfectly good pan because for some reason when it came to cooking, he lost all sense of time and proportion. 

Dick appreciates the effort, and tries to participate, but at this point he thinks it would be a mercy to be left alone.

-

Dick can’t move. Even the slightest slump in his posture means his muscles seize up in agony, forcing him to find a position that hurts the least and… stay that way. He can’t speak. He can barely breathe.

Damian’s taken to cuddling next to him, bereft of his last shred of self-consciousness. He doesn’t look at Dick, but tucks his head under Dick’s chin, arms wrapped around his chest. The steady stream of visitors has trickled down to just his family, who move around him, silent, slow and haggard. They’re close to giving up, he realises. They’re so close to letting him--letting him--

No. Now that the moment’s here, Dick finds he’s not even remotely ready. He doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t want to die!

He tries to speak, but the slightest movement of his jaw shoots white hot pain down his neck and spine, and all he can manage is a whimper.

Bruce crouches in front of him until his face is level with Dick’s. “It’s okay, Dick,” he says. “This will be over soon.”

Dick blinks, tears slipping down his face to soak into Damian’s hair.

#nightwing #dick grayson #my fic #whumptober2020 #damian wayne #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #no.1

[nadiineross]

so this is spiderbyte wip which i cannot be bothered to finish but i thought it would be cute n funny if sombra makes them go on a legal vacay together like they go on tripadvisor and dress up like tourists and theyre using their sick days or smth not that i think talon would give either of them sick days since its a terrorist organization.. lol ANYWAY hv fun :)

Widow has no idea how Sombra pulled it off, but she’s hardly surprised since doing unthinkable, and unthinkably stupid, things is sort of Sombra’s schtick. So, here she is, standing in a commercial airport with a neck pillow wedged around her peach-painted elbow and two 4-wheel suitcases at her hip, waiting for her girlfriend to finish taking a piss.

She is, on some level, excited for this actually legal, Talon-cleared weekend-long vacation. It’s not that she thinks she’ll get bored or hate it—after all, Sombra had organized everything and Sombra is one among maybe three people who give a fuck about what Widow thinks about things—but she wonders, sometimes, about the genuineness of her own emotions. She experiences them shallowly. Like they’re dialed down. On occasion, experiences them like a choice; a matter of whether or not she wants to expend energy on reacting to something.

Because of this, she wonders if she fakes them and does it so well, she’s fooled herself. But then what difference would that make?

Yes, she’s happy to spend time with Sombra. Always. It just doesn’t matter to her at all the how and when of it. Doesn’t feel like there’s anything significant about going to a different country with Sombra, partake in new activities with her.

To Sombra, it’s different. She’s been giddy about this for a week, constantly nudging Widow so she’ll lean over and look at whatever part of the travel plan Sombra’s putting together. Sombra feels the urge to see new places and do new things with people she likes to spend time with.

Widow’s okay with sitting in Sombra’s room, with the hip LED strip lights she sees in the “tick tocks” Sombra shows her, doing nothing in between messing around on the bed. Widow’s okay with flying to ass nowhere, Europe, to watch Sombra’s back and shoot people. That’s going somewhere new; that’s doing something new. It’s all the same to her.

But then again, Sombra wants this, so it’s automatically different.

And that’s the extent of Widow’s feelings about this.

Sombra comes bounding out the airport bathroom just as Widow considers going in to check. As soon as she spots Widow, she scowls and moves the pillow from Widow’s arm to her neck. Again.

“You promised,” she reminds Widow.

Widow looks at her impassively. Considers it.

She promised she would “get in the holiday spirit,” but that was before she had known about Sombra’s ridiculous definition of holiday spirit. Still, a promise is a promise. Besides, this was Widow’s gift to Sombra. Specifically, Widow had told Sombra that she gets one do-stupid-things free pass, happy anniversary, chérie, come back to bed.

One occasion where Sombra can drag Widow into something and Widow will comply without complaint, all within reason, of course. And Sombra picks a vacation.

Sombra, who has become a master at staring contests with Widow, having dated her for a year and a handful of weeks now, waits her out. Finally, Widow sighs and reaches up to button the donut pillow at her throat.

“Looks great, babe,” Sombra says brightly, and begins to wheel her suitcase towards the departure hall proper.

Widow sighs again and follows after her.

“Does this even count as a legal vacation if we are using fake documents?”

“Say it louder,” Sombra grumbles, “I don’t think airport security got that.”

Widow tries not to smile. She takes in a deep breath and, indeed, louder, says: “Does this even c—”

“I hate that you think you’re funny now,” Sombra huffs. “Dating me is such an ego boost for people.”

“People?” Widow muses. Sombra ignores that. Whatever. She changes tracks to something she’s actually curious about. “What’s the name on your passport?”

“Sombra,” says Sombra.

Widow squints at her. “Sombra what? You don’t have a last name.”

“Spider,” Sombra deadpans, “Obviously, it doesn’t say Sombra. Why the hell would I put that on my passport? That’s dumb. I’m very good at being a criminal, you know?”

“Yes, baby,” says Widow, “the best.”

Sombra rolls her eyes but the edges of her mouth twitch up before she can control it. Widow can’t help but smile herself. “It’s Jane Smith.”

“That… is so boring.” She wrinkles her nose. “And so American.”

“What? You don’t think I look exactly like a Jane Smith?” Sombra asks.

Widow stares at her.

“Whatever.” Sombra sniffs, snootily, and rubs a hand over the buzzed side of her head. It’s grown out a bit—Widow will shave it for her soon.

“You are terrible with aliases.”

Sombra had given her a fake passport earlier today, back at base. Widow’s now May Parker, a Canadian national since Sombra didn’t have faith in Widow’s fake accent skills and told her, quite condescendingly, to stick to French. The name was a reference to something, Widow’s not sure what, just thankful that Sombra hadn’t ended up printing the name of the first French historical figure that came to mind. Napoleon Bonaparte probably wouldn’t have gone over too well with airport authorities.

At check-in, the woman barely bats an eye at their too-nondescript names. It’s likely not that rare for people to come through airports with fake names in this day and age anyway. Probably, it’s quite rare to have terrorists doing it for vacation, but Widow has to admit their outfits don’t quite match up with that image.

Sombra picks their seats as Widow hauls their suitcases onto the belt. When all’s said and done, Sombra loops their arms together and pulls them towards security.

Sombra keeps glancing up at Widow’s face while they wait in line. It’s her only tell that she’s nervous and Widow can guess why. The sunscreen-like balm they’d smeared all over her, to make her look normal, should hold up for the duration of their flight. Though, she didn’t trust Talon scientists, she could trust their science, so she’s not worried about it.

Anyway, it wasn’t the 20th century. Most body mods were socially acceptable now. Sombra, in all her cyborg glory, shuffles past security with no problem.

It’s another half hour wait at their gate before they finally board. Sombra takes the middle seat, leaving Widow with the window. The aisle seat is, thankfully, empty. She’s not sure if Sombra did that on purpose, but she doesn’t particularly care either way, so she doesn’t ask.

Sombra reaches over and taps both of their mini-TV screens at the same time. A moment later, The Room (2003) begins playing on their screens simultaneously. Sombra makes a triumphant little sound and cuddles into Widow’s side.

Widow drapes her arm around Sombra and sighs.

//

A brief shitty movie marathon later, they’re touching down in Hokkaido, Japan, and Sombra’s tugging her gangly girlfriend out her seat. Widow’s vaguely tired and has already made Sombra promise they’re calling in a favour from Akande for a Talon plane back home after this. It takes a lot of brain power for her to keep up with Sombra sometimes, especially when it comes to silly things like enjoying bad movies.

(Sombra tells her it isn’t brain power that she is expending; rather, it’s called the emotional labour of loving someone.)

By the time they get to their lodging, Widow’s just about ready to pass out.

She pushes the first door she sees and falls into bed. Outside, she hears the rapid padding of Sombra’s footsteps as she explores every nook and cranny in the cabin.

She’s not sure how long she’s been lying down, but next she opens her eyes, the sky is dark blue and Sombra’s face is alarmingly close to hers.

Sombra grins and touches her cheeks. “Hey, you should get up.”

Widow blinks lazily at her. Then: “No.” She rolls around and closes her eyes again. “We’re on vacation.”

“We have to wipe that shit off you,” Sombra says, a note of affection colouring her tone.

She allows herself a few more seconds before she sits up with a huff and follows Sombra into the en suite. It’s a nice bathroom: a big tub, classy tiling, and there’s a big window facing a snowy mountainside, framed by gnarly trees.

note: and like i had this idea that sombra had her own agenda picking japan like mayb to hack into some mountain base but mostly i wanted to write widows skiing skin:) and they do stupid shit in the snow and eat good food and roll around in the sheets in their cozy lil cabin during a snowstorm and at the end these two who hv j been like. a pair of random tourists roll outta there in a bigass talon plane, guns equipped on the outside and everything, everyone else is alarmed, shitting themselves, but sombras j chilling in widows lap as they head back to base, blissfully unaware

#spiderbyte #spiderbytefics #hehe i wrote a full 1 shot on my main if anyone cares:)

[letshaikyuu]

Hey hey hey~! I saw you are doing the SFW alphabet. Would it be too much for me to ask for the whole alphabet for Kuroo? If it’s too much, just let me know! Thank you 🥰

This took a while haha. You really made me work out with this anon ❤️

A = Affection(How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

- Very likely to touch you all the time, sometimes he just can't help himself and tries to discretely touch you in public or in front of the team...it always shows cause you either get so embarrassed or retaliate and smack his ass

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

- For a second there, I wanted to say be intelligent and spit out facts, but just be willing to keep him company when he's studying for an important exam and if he asks you to help him out do it...he'll always remember how you helped him and it makes him go soft for some reason uwu

C = Cuddling(Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

- Of course he fluffing cuddles, why wouldn't Kuroo Tetsurou cuddle? It would be a crime if he actually didn't lol. Cuddles all the time, doesn't pick a time or place. I don't know if this classifies as cuddling but after a match, he sees you and just slumps on you and goes basically weightless and you're here trying to manage this big baby. Also cuddles you in bed. Puts you on his chest, his arms over you or on your ass lol. Gives the best cuddles tho

D = Dream(What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

- Wants to travel with you around Japan and Asia, then later on the world. Wishes to have this big ass backyard where he's going to have a big pool and also a special room in the house where he has some computers for games or a mini cinema where you guys would watch movies all the time

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

- You aren't going to get out of this relationship easily because Kuroo is just the biggest sweetheart to you. Lots of effort is put, Kuroo tries not to open his heart 100% because he's still young and what if things don't work out ya know? But he ends up doing just that and he will never regret that because you mean a lot to him

F = Fear(What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

- Easily sees and senses that you're scared, even before you actually tell him. He would get more protective and his arm would tightly squeeze your waist to reassure you that he's there. Puts you on his lap and buries your head in the crook of his neck, his hand is in your hair and he's whispering sweet nothings to you and commenting how brave you are and nothing is going to happen to you

G = Gifts(What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

- I reckon him a guy that buys you these cute charms for every anniversary or important occasion. Charms that you put on a bracelet and such. Keeps giving you them for a while and the finally charm is this cute lil kitty on an actual bracelet this time and when you put them all on you have this purrfect bracelet with lots of charms uwu

- He wouldn't like anything expensive because then he'd be scared if something actually happens to him so pls don't do it. It doesn't even have to be material, take him out on a surprise date, for example the aquarium or planetarium.

H = Hugs(Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

- Standing my ground still that he gives the best cuddles and that includes hugs. He backhugs you all the time. If you're shorter than him then he always puts his head on yours just to tease your height. Hugs you all the time and without prior knowledge. He'd just body slam you from behind and not let you go for a few minutes

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

- Is pretty romantic. Knows what you like and tries his best to provide you that. Always does something for the holidays (lol he bought you a "Ring for sex" bell once as a gift and rings it when he's "seductively" laying on your bed). Doesn't have any problems, but doesn't jump straight into sex if one of you isn't ready or he doesn't have the adequate protection. Barebacking ain't in the agenda right now

J = Jealous(Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

- Masks his jealousy pretty well, so it would seem that he doesn't get jealous easily but he kind of does. He does trust you, but he doesn't trust whatever is happening around you. When he's jealous, he gets more intimate in public than usual. His lips are on your neck, he would gaze at the person flirting with you and a smirk is on his face because he won the whole war and not just the battle because he's the one brining you home tonight

K = Kiss(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

- Mindblowing kisser, he frequents his tongue as well hehe. Enjoys kissing you as well, wants to bruise your lips because he's just a lil shit like that. Makes funny kissy faces at you before actually kissing you. Kisses are really common with this guy so have some chapstick with you at all times

L = Love(When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

- Says it a few months into the relationship, not right of the bat. Secretly wants you to say it first so that he knows this relationship is going somewhere. Doesn't really say it often, he's more physical than vocal so he says it when he really needs you to know that or if je needs you to say it as well, to ease his mind

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

- We already got Kuroo married lol

N = Night out(What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

-Either movie dates or stay-at-home dates. Takes you to the cinema when a new film premieres and he wants to watch it. Also has his cheat days when he buys a lot of fast food for you two to pig out on at home. Dates every other week are his thing. Also wouldn't mind a double date with a close friend

O = Out of the Ordinary(What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

- Basically, whatever you feel uncomfortable with doing, he won't do it even if he really wants to and vice verse. Otherwise, he's pretty open to doing pretty much everything with you and for you

P = Playful(Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

-Done!

Q = Questions(Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

- Yup! When you two go to the mall and he wants to buy something, he asks for your opinion because a) he wants you to like it as well and b) he wants you to see how hot your boyfriend is. Always inputs his opinion somewhere because he'd hate if you did all the planning and think he doesn't want to be involved

R = Random(How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

- Likes to plan things ahead just to be 100% sure everything is okay and safe. So he's spontaneous with his actions more than dates and such. If something doesn't go as planned, he will pull some hair out and would like for you to calm him down and tell him how you could do something else instead

S = Sleep(How do they sleep with their s/o?)

- Lol has you sweating in bed because his body is just pressed into yours. His arms and legs over your body, just pinning you down and not letting you move the whole night. Poor you if you have to pee in the middle of the night

T = Trust(How much do they trust their s/o?)

- Maybe a bit too trusting at times, but he trusts you a lot. So, he trusts both your opinion and decision in different situations, but you will hardly gain his trust back if you break it

U = Unique(What makes them unique as a s/o?)

- He's just so loving and it doesn't "fit" his looks at all. Also would run around the house with your underwear on his head because he's weird like that-

V = Vulnerable(How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

- For someone that seems like he has his life together, Kuroo is pretty emotional. For the first few months of the relationship he tries to hide this more vulnerable side of his, but he'd just suddenly burst when you least expect it and would be very worried that you wouldn't like him anymore because he's a "crybaby". Let him cry it out on your shirt, you'll wash it later. Rub your hand on his back and don't sad anything at the beginning. When he starts to calm down, tell him how you'll always be with him and if he wants to talk about it then listen, but don't pressure him into saying it if he doesn't

W = Wild Card(Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

- Likes vacuuming. Give him a vacuum and some headphones, in a few hours you'll have the whole house vacuumed and Kuroo busting his hip while doing ridiculous dance moves-

X = X-Ray(What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

- Keeps his cool demeanour and tries to help you the best he can, takes you to the hospital if needed. If you're badly hurt then his demeanour starts to crumble. Acts calm and collected around you, but when you're not looking slowly breaks down and silently let's a tear or two drop because he's worried sick about you

Y = Yuck(Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

-Already done babes 😘

Z = Zeal(Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

- Thinks everyone needs to have passion in a relationship and if you don't then try to relight it. He's extremely passionate in relationships, he wants you to keep igniting it, meaning that he wants you to be passionate in this relationship as well. Has enough passion for the whole relationship, but it isn't going to work out if you don't pitch in

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