#Pride (Bruce's OIL)
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headlessdino · 8 months ago
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batfam hcs
really mundane headcanons about the batfam if they were a Normal, non-vigilante family with some sibling stuff
dick:
always calls shotgun before anyone else (jason) can and they all (jason) get really dramatic over it, esp when they're younger
liked to play mermaids as a kid
had a really bad rebellious phase and would go to parties every week and bruce could Not keep him in check
decorates his room with band posters and other stuff like that. a lot of photographs too.
weirdly competitive about board games
insanely bisexual
late night snacker
used to sleep walk
whistles while doing random tasks like they do in shows
jason:
really likes orange juice
has tattoos
probably got a good couple of shitty stick n pokes as a teenager that bruce only found out about years later
had a photography phase
decorates his room but not as hardcore about it as dick
reads a lot
hates going to bed hungry
really good at math
latino (chilean maybe)
tim:
"would you look at that! someone came out of his cave" (first time seeing his family in the past three days)
doesn't know how to swim (his parents forgot that was a Thing he had to lean at some point) and just tries his best when he's in the water because he doesn't want to admit he doesn't know how
stoner
is insane about chess
really messy room but he still knows exactly where everything is
picks up hobbies for like 2 weeks and then drops them
has a blog with movie reviews
his socks never match
conspiracy theorist
damian:
when he was younger and short he couldn't reach a lot of the kitchen cupboards so bruce bought a stepstool. he would only ever use it when he was by himself or with dick because of his pride
hates mint toothpaste
weirdly good speller
oil paints and makes sculpture
likes puzzles
goes on a lot of walks
plays tennis for his school team
bruce:
naturally wakes up really early
has mini drawer things on his desk
always wears long socks
has a pair of lucky socks
plays tennis with damian
old useless key collection
had a genuine emo phase as a kid and denies it whenever alfred tries to bring it up
got forced to work at a mcdonalds by alfred so the money wouldn't get to his head too much
extra:
all the kids have their names on their doors with the wooden letters
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devilfic · 2 years ago
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Don’t know if you are taking requests but maybe battinson and reader doing their mbti test, and reader getting a villain personality.
lmfao
pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: implied sexual content but no body parts mentioned. words: 894.
a/n: gratuitous amount of italics here. not sorry. implied sub!bruce but that's not what this is about. also, anon, guess who ELSE has a villain personality type according to google :)
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You probably know he’s not really listening. With the wrench between his teeth, fingers straining to reach into the void of his engine and find where the Batmobile had gone unresponsive, he’s only half present. Maybe a third at best. Still, he enunciates through the metal, already forgetting what you'd called him, “INT...C? What does that mean?”
“I-N-T-J. You’re the architect. It means you’re introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging. You’re good at problem solving and detective work, of course. But you struggle emotionally and are prone to being… ‘socially clueless’.” From your spot in the driver’s seat, Bruce makes a show of leaning around the propped up hood just to be clear on how much he disapproves. He even removes the wrench with his oil-slick hand so he can frown properly. “I didn’t write this, babe. Don’t look at me.”
“You’re reading it to me.”
“I just wanted to know if we’d be compatible!”
He huffs, having found what ever kink in the machine he was looking for and focusing on that instead. He disappears behind the hood but his voice carries through the terminus loud and clear, “Well, are we?”
You decide to do some research.
Somewhere between Bruce triumphing over the engine and coming around to the window to gloat, he catches you staring incredulously at your phone.
“What's the verdict? Are we sworn enemies?” Your eyes dart up to Bruce’s and the longer you stare at him, picking him apart in silence, the more his smile begins to fade. For a second, he starts to think you actually might be sworn enemies. For a millisecond, he starts to care.
"I took the test." You declare, voice freakishly even. Bruce isn't smiling anymore.
"And?"
"I got ENTJ."
"And?"
"We're compatible, sure, whatever," Bruce squints, confused, because you'd been more excited to know the answer to that than he was, "but then I fell down this rabbit hole—I wanted to see who we shared personalities with—and then I found this article. Guess what we are?"
You turn your phone to him. You've pulled up a web result for “Which MBTI personality types are villains?”. In the blurb at the very top, he reads INTJ. Then he looks over at you, your eyes wide and suspicious, and he’d ask you to stop giving him that look if it wasn’t for the way your mouth starts to curl up.
You’re not suspicious. You’re impish. “We’re both villains.”
Sure enough, the other most common villain personality type is ENTJ.
Bruce thinks it’s silly, a little less silly than when you’d done his natal chart (but he’d sat and asked questions all the same, a little too invested in the bits about his childhood karma) because the quiz at least knew something about him, but silly nonetheless.
But you’re also enjoying it enough that he leans into it, feels his own lips curling up too. He folds his arms on the door and leans inside the car, casting a dark shadow over you, "I have enough bad press as it is."
You giggle. You place a hand on his forearm and squeeze, "I don't know. I think you'd be pretty sexy as a villain."
Bruce watches you through hooded eyelids and considers, for a moment, that maybe you're a little too into this. He treads the waters, wondering whether you'll show your hand. He digs through his memory for what you'd called him, the other thing that had actually stuck, “The architect and…”
“The commander.” You finish, jutting your chin up with pride.
“Sounds about right.”
“I'll be the one in control, and you'll be my pretty little mastermind making everything happen.”
“Sounds sort of right.”
“What do you mean, ‘sort of’? You’re a slave to my every whim.”
“Oh, I'm your slave now?" Bruce drops an octave with intention, delighting in your fingernails biting into his muscles. "Since when?"
Your eyes fucking twinkle. You look so excited that he fleetingly wonders if he should keep an eye on you. And he imagines you’d enjoy having him bested, kneeling at your feet as you unmask him and lean in and grin and declare, victorious- “Haven’t you always been?”
Your breath on his lips hasn’t even cooled before he’s leaning into the car and craning your mouth up to meet his, a hand at your jaw and the other keeping him propped through the window.
He imagines too, just for fun, leaning into a getaway car to celebrate a job well done, before coming around the side to jet off into the sunset. A real Bonnie and Clyde.
He feels you tugging on his shoulders and leaning back into the driver’s seat, compelling him to follow. You almost drag him fully through the window (a feat that’s only possible because he’s basically putty in your hands right now), and he grips the center console to steady himself before he falls in and crushes you, “The car’s been fixed all of two minutes and you wanna defile it already?” Bruce accuses, not actually caring in the slightest.
You’re awful. Your eyes still twinkle beneath the innocent flutter of your eyelashes, clearly still on villains and evil plans and whatever images you’d conjured up in your brain after calling him your slave. What ever happened to not mixing business with pleasure? “Come on, Batman. Don't be such a prude."
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fanfictionfangirl · 11 months ago
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Slytherin!Dick and why it won't happen 😭
(from me)
I want to cry. Dick Grayson literally has all the traits, the charisma, the pride, leadership skills and loyal personality traits that Slytherin is literally one of the houses he should belong to (let's be really he could go for any of them). And since I haven't found a single Slytherin!Dick fic, I decided to write one on my own.
Since I've decided to throw the whole Batfam into this, and I've decided that Damian is the only one who wouldn't just replace Harry and rain chaos into the world, he's got the honor of being the same age.
Now, since this is supposed to be a Dick-centric fic, I have to go back in time, where it makes sense for him to join Hogwarts. Through a lot of researching shenanigans and rabbit holes, I've come to the conclusion that he would have started his first school year in 1977. ...do you know what also is in 1977? The First Wizarding War. Not only that, but Harry's parents and Snape are still at Hogwarts. Which, awkward, but more importantly, WE'RE IN THE LATER HALF OF THE FREAKING WAR!!!!! And that's no problem, really, outside of giving me fascinating material to work with, a very interesting environment and Hogwarts being canonically unattacked, this only has perks.
Except, this is a war about pure-blood supremacists. Specifically, Slytherin graduates are in an all-time frenzy about getting rid of everyone who isn't as genetically "perfect" as them, which is a moral battle that leads to most major decisions made during that time.
Do you also know what this means?
It means that Slytherin is a pool of bigotry right now.
And guess who really has something against discrimination?
Dick Grayson.
Do ALSO know what that means?
It means that even if Dick is a perfect Slytherin, right now, in this social climate, there is nothing he could possibly be other than a Gryffindor!!!!!! I DON'T WANT DICK TO BE A GRYFFINDOR, I LITERALLY MADE THIS FIC SO HE WOULD BE A SLYTHERIN, DAMNIT!!!!!! And I can't even change my timeline anymore (I really don't want to rearrange history, I'd have to fill the plot holes and I'm not interested) because I'm now invested in Dick living in the war era. Even if he's 11 and Damian isn't even born yet. I'm invested, I literally have Tim partially ready to go, and he's like 3 right now.
... welp, that was a rant. Honestly, I'm just upset that there's still not going to be a Slytherin!Dick fic. I mean, the moment Dick gets to be a Slytherin, he's the main protagonist, the light of the show, the center piece really. A sunshine charmer, good with words, a leader, smart, a Quidditch prodigy (because if he can fly, he's doing acrobatics up there) social goblin that patches people together and makes it work. Obviously, kid Dick has anger issues, his birth parents are dead, Bruce is on the other side of the continent, and he's once again living with entirely unfamiliar people. Dear reader, this story writes itself. Give this a friction of plot and it's running on its own. Which is what I would love to read and write. That is, if there wasn't this FREAKING WAR. I love this war, but damnit does the social climate divide everyone from the Slytherins. Which would be fine, but I repeat, they're bigots! There's no way that the sorting hat would look at what is right now a radical supremacist environment and put in an eager and determined equality fighter. That would be like throwing oil into a fire. The explosion would never be worth it. So, Dick would end up in Gryffindor (freaking Gryffindor! Listen, I'm prejudiced and as such have something against Gryffindors) because I don't believe in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw Dick, and as part of an overeager house, he accidentally drags an army of friends with him. Which wouldn't be bad if I had any idea on what to do with them.
Either way, I'm now left with discovering what the frick I want to do with this. If anyone has a suggestion, I'm so open to it.
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themculibrary · 1 year ago
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Comfort Masterlist
a father's comfort (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor ned/peter G, 1k
Summary: Peter gets a migraine at school, and all he wants is the comfort of his dad.
Answer All My Prayers (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 6k
Summary: It was rather ironic that the first mortal to pray to Loki in centuries, was not only an enemy, but a man who had no idea what his words were doing.
Caring for a Human (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 2k
Summary: There was a constant low level fear that had settled at the back of Thor's mind. Humans were a fragile race, though constantly trying to hide that fact, and Thor hated the reminder of it in Tony’s exhausted eyes. He hated how the sight of fever flushed cheeks and the sound of a raspy voice made that fear slam to the front of his mind.
Comfort (ao3) - TheCityLightShow bucky/steve/tony G, 1k
Summary: He finds a sweatshirt folded up on his bed. He frowns – it hadn't been there when he left, but it is quite obviously just a sweatshirt with a little note on top.
It's in Stark's unmistakable scrawl – stop leaving your shit in my lab Steven – and that only confuses Bucky more. Surely Stark knows better than anyone the layout of the tower, of each floor? But he's left it in the wrong room.
Bucky picks it up with the full intention of returning it to Stevie's room, but the fabric jostles as he does and the fucked-up serum in his system means he can smell it. It's somewhere between paper and something Steve-like, and grease or oil, something he only gets in Tony's workshop. They're out there, fighting, but for a second Bucky's brain can believe they're here, safe, with him.
Full Disclosure Not Required (but Appreciated) (ao3) - Potrix steve/tony, pepper/rhodey, sam/bucky E, 16k
Summary: The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.
Almost never, anyway.
hold the things you wanna say (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony T, 6k
Summary: Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay.
He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really.
What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.
This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.
In Our Room (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint E, 2k
Summary: After another Avengers mission, Clint is left questioning his line of work. Or: Good, old fashioned comfort via sexy times.
Long way from Ok (ao3) - Ghostshappen T, 1k
Summary: Maybe Bucky was lying about being OK but he’s trying
Mr. Hospitality (ao3) - abysmallydull steve/tony, clint/tony, bruce/tony E, 7k
Summary: Never let it be said that Tony wasn’t the perfect host. Have something you need? It will be there, just say the word. It’s a twisted sort of pride that makes this proud man cater to your every wish and need. He’s the best host, damn it, and you’d better appreciate how he’d bend over backwards (or forwards, if you want) to see to your needs.
peace and quiet (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/steve N/R, 945
Summary: Clint knew it was going to be a bad day when he woke up to no coffee available.
Protect Me From The Storm (ao3) - LadyAngelique, orphan_account steve/bucky E, 2k
Summary: Steve's afraid of thunderstorms. He hates them, they make him feel vulnerable and remind him of a time where Bucky was no longer at his side. And that hurt, like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Quadrant (ao3) - AvaKelly clint/steve/bucky/sam T, 7k
Summary: In a world where loving someone causes their unique soulmark tattoo to appear on his skin, Clint has been falling for too many people, but never has been loved back. So when he sees his mark on Bucky's shoulder, he can't really believe it.
Storm Incoming (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/steve/tony N/R, 1k
Summary: Clint is terrified of storms, has been for as long as he can remember. But now, he has two alpha's to comfort and protect him from the storms, even though he sometimes forgets and needs reminding. Also, Bucky's there, because I thought it would be cute.
That Carnival's A Death Trap (ao3) - emily_ann_1021 G, 2k
Summary: Peter and Ned want to go to the carnival, but Tony insists it’s too dangerous. The boys, thinking they could sneak out without anyone noticing, are fastly in over their heads when a fun night out turns into an attempted kidnapping. Luckily the Good Dad™ is always prepared when Peter manages to get into trouble.
Two (or Three)'s Company (ao3) - natalia_alianova_romanova_01 bucky/steve/natasha T, 2k
Summary: After a hard therapy session, Bucky comes back to the apartment and has a deep conversation with Steve and Natasha and they comfort him. Classic hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending for your troubles. (I guess this is set between Civil War and Infinity War? Idk, I just wanted to channel classic 2012 Marvel fics, you know, when times were simple.)
Vibrato (ao3) - shattered_sian loki/stephen M, 15k
Summary: Thor and Loki return to Earth with the people of Asgard, but Strange won't allow Loki to roam Earth after all of his devilish deeds. Thor makes an agreement with the sorcerer to keep Loki on Earth- his brother will have to be under the supervision of Doctor Strange at all times. While at first Loki's antics are nearly too much for Strange to handle, things slowly change.
Winter Soldier: Resurrection (ao3) - DCAngst G, 38k
Summary: In 2024, Bucky Barnes follows a lead about more super soldier serum that takes him to Siberia. He encounters the unexpected and finds himself in 2014, shortly after the Winter Soldier vanished.
Winter Undone (ao3) - DCAngst steve/bucky T, 74k
Summary: What if, after the Endgame battle, Dr. Strange used the time stone to save Tony and undo 80 years of Hydra for Bucky? In other words, 1945 Bucky ends up in 2023 and has to come to terms with...a lot.
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excusethequality · 1 year ago
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My 2023 in Film
Part 1: 1-50
I went a bit overboard with my movie watching this year. Although in my defense I was working at a movie theater for most of the year.
I'll just put a brief plot description for each one, but if you're curious about my thoughts on anything specific, just ask. ^__^
* = rewatched
[++] = I loved it [+] = I liked it [=] = I am indifferent about it [-] = Not my thing [--] = I hate it
Click on the list number to get a trailer for it.
1.
Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1993) * ---Animated Superhero Noir Crime Drama From the team behind Batman: The Animated Series. Bruce Wayne's life is about to get a lot more complicated when a former lover, the Joker, and a mysterious and deadly vigilante come into town at the same time. [+]
2.
Demons (1985) ---Horror A group of strangers try and survive when people at a special movie screening start turning into demons. [+]
3.
Near Dark (1987) ---Horror A young man is bitten by a cute vampire drifter and is offered a chance to give up his old life to join her roving band of vampires. [+]
4.
Tremors 2: Aftershocks (1996) ---Creature Feature Comedy Years after the events of the first movie Earl and Burt decide to take a job helping an oil company in Mexico who are having an issue with graboids. [=]
5.
Get Duked! (2019) ---Dark Comedy A group of young delinquents try and win an award by navigating the Scottish highlands by themselves with only a map to aide them. But things get much more challenging when a rich man begins to hunt them for sport. [+]
6.
Tremors 3: Back to Perfection (2001) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt returns back where everything began: Perfection, Nevada. Unfortunately he soon learns he isn't the only one to return when a pack of graboids shows up. [=]
7.
Tremors 4: The Legend Begins (2004) ---Creature Feature Comedy It's 1889 and the inhabitants of the nascent Perfection are about to have their first encounter with the graboids. [=]
8.
Tremors 5: Bloodlines (2015) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt heads to Africa on a graboid-hunting job and winds up playing a father-figure to his new cameraman Travis. [-]
9.
Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell (2018) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt and Travis head to Northern Canada to investigate reports of graboid activity in the glaciers. [-]
10.
Holy Spider (2022) ---Crime Thriller A female journalist in Iran heads further and further into the dark criminal underworld as she attempts to track down a serial killer who has been targeting sex workers. [=]
11.
Fire of Love (2022) ---Biographical Documentary Volcano Romance The story of volcanologist couple Katia and Maurice Krafft. [++]
12.
Dinner in America (2020) ---Punkl Rock Comedic Rom-Dram
In the Midwestern suburbs, a punk rocker on the lam from the police decides to hole up with a strange fan. [+]
13.
May (2002) ---Horror/Drama
An unusual and sheltered young woman tries to broaden her horizons, but winds up going down a dark path. [+]
14.
Sightseers (2012) ---Comedic Crime Adventure
A man and his girlfriend desperately want to have romantic road trip, but they are gonna have to fight for it when the fates are determined to derail them. [=]
15.
Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes (2020) ---Sci-fi Comedy
The owner of a cafe discovers that his security camera gives him a 2 minute peak into the future. [+]
16.
Pride & Prejudice (2005) * ---Period Romance
Elizabeth Bennett is one of five sisters and her mother wants nothing more than to get her daughters married off. But when two eligible bachelors come to town things are about to get complicated. [++]
17.
Broker (2022) ---Drama Crime Road Trip
A pair of well-meaning baby traffickers team up with a new mother to find a good home for her newborn child. [=]
18.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988) ---Comedy Crime
Two con men make a bet to see who can swindle a rich woman first. [-]
19.
Coherence (2013) ---Sci-Fi
A group of friends are having a dinner party, but things are about to get strange and dangerous when a passing comet gives them a brush with another world. [-]
20.
The Company of Wolves (1984) ---Fantasy
Dreams interweave with reality as a young girl's fears and aspirations mix together into different stories. [+]
21.
Starfish (2018) * ---Sci-Fi Drama
A strange event leaves a young woman alone in the world. In order to set things right she'll have to confront her grief and decipher the messages her best friend left for her to find. [++]
22.
The Girl From the Other Side (2022) ---Animated Fantasy Adventure
A curse haunts the land and anyone infected by it will slowly lose their humanity. In response humans have retreated into the cities, leaving the creatures to lurk in the surrounding wilderness. But when one of the creatures comes across a child sleeping in the woods he finds himself compelled to protect her. [++]
23.
Turning Red (2022) ---Comedy Coming-of-Age
A 13-year-old girl has to deal with her changing body when her body starts turning into a giant red panda without warning. [=]
24.
Streets of Fire (1984) ---Rock 'n Roll Action Adventure
A wandering badass has to rescue his old flame when a gang of bikers kidnap her in the middle of her rock show. [+]
25.
Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023) ---Super-hero Shitshow
Ant-Man and company go adventuring in the Quantum Realm because of reasons. [--]
26.
Begin Again (2013) ---Music Drama
A down on his luck music executive is inspired by a chance encounter with a young singer songwriter and together they seek to find the creative voice they thought they had lost. [+]
27.
An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe It (2022) ---Animated Short
A stop-motion doll begins to see that his world is a lie. [=]
28.
The Flying Soldier (2022) ---Animated Short
A sailor is caught in an explosion. [=]
29.
Ice Merchants (2022) ---Animated Short
A father and son have created a simple life based around routine together. But the only constant in life is change. [+]
30.
The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and the Horse (2022) ---Animated Short
A boy, a mole, a fox, and a horse say motivational-poster style platitudes out loud to each other 32 long-ass minutes. [--]
31.
My Year of Dicks (2022) ---Animated Short
A young woman is on a mission to lose her virginity, and maybe, just maybe, learn a little bit about herself along the way. [+]
32.
Sunshine (2007) * ---Sci-Fi
The sun is dying. In a last ditch attempt to save humanity the crew of the Icarus II must journey to the sun and attempt to restart it. But everything is called into question when the crew discovers a chance to learn what happened to the Icarus I. [++]
33.
Enough Said (2013) ---Dramatic Rom-com
Two divorcees start a new relationship. But their mistakes in past relationships might cause issues in this new one. [=]
34.
Cocaine Bear (2023) ---Animal Attack Crime Comedy
A daring drug heist leaves packages of cocaine all over the woods. And the motley crew of characters in the woods that day are about to meet a bear who was recently developed a nasty drug habit. [=]
35.
Collapse ---Drama Short Film
One night a couple's strained relationship begins to reach its limit. [=]
36.
Jigoku (1960) ---Crime Horror Drama
After a terrible accident a man must deal with the overwhelming guilt and face the consequences for the actions that have set him on a path to hell. [=]
37.
Adult Life Skills (2016) ---Drama Comedy
A woman has been stuck in a depressed rut ever since her twin brother died. But when the young boy next door encounters a loss of his own the two discover that they might be the person each other needs to help deal with their grief. [+]
38.
Desert Hearts (1985) ---Queer Drama Romance
A literature professor goes to a ranch in Nevada while waiting for her divorce to go through. But while there she begins to develop feelings for the woman next door. [+]
39.
Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) * ---Sci-fi Action Adventure Drama
A woman finds the life she has built for herself is falling apart around her. And if that wasn't enough she has just received a message from a parallel world informing her that she's the only one who can stop an inter-dimensional being set on the destruction of the multi-verse. [++]
40.
Prospect (2018) ---Sci-Fi Adventure Drama
A teenage girl and her father are on a mission to gather rare resources from an alien moon. But they soon learn they aren't the only ones there looking to get rich. [=]
41.
Prospect (2014) ---Sci-Fi Short Film
The short film that the above was expanded from. [+]
42.
Guns Akimbo (2019) ---Action Adventure
A loser wakes up to find guns nailed to his hands and a group of underground assassins are after the bounty on his head. [=]
43.
Return of the Living Dead Part II (1988) ---Zombie Sequel
A group of kids come across one of the misplaced army canisters containing the dead-reviving gas from the first movie and trouble is soon to follow. [-]
44.
Strawberry Mansion (2021) ---Fantastical Sci-fi Adventure
In the future people's dreams are recorded, taxed, and commercialized. A dream auditor is sent to perform an audit on an eccentric older woman. However, her dreams are about to change his mind. [+]
45.
Jojo Rabbit (2019) * ---Comedy Drama
During WWII a young German boy dreams of being best friends with Hitler. But when he discovers his mother has been hiding a Jewish girl in their house he is forced to reevaluate what he has been taught. [+]
46.
Rhymes for Young Ghouls (2013) ---Coming-of-age Crime Drama
A native girl in Canada in 1976 is selling drugs to get the money to bribe her way out of being sent to a residential school. But when she concocts a dangerous plan to fight back against a world set on her destruction she quickly discovers she might have gotten in over her head. [+]
47.
Creed III (2023) ---Sports Drama
Adonis Creed has quit while he was on top. But an encounter with a figure from his past forces him to get back into the ring. [=]
48.
Cooley High (1975) ---Coming-of-age Comedic Drama
A group of high school seniors in Chicago try to live life to its fullest, but soon realize that life has more to offer than they expected. [+]
49.
Muriel's Wedding (1994) ---Dark Comedy Drama
An ABBA loving social outcast dreams of being married, but an encounter with an old friend from high school has her reconsider what it is she really wants out of her life. [++]
50.
Catch the Fair One (2021) ---Thriller
A boxer prepares for a real fight as she tries to learn what happened to her missing sister. [+]
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mirthmave · 2 years ago
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As a parent of a child who is like her and has had her Mum laugh at her and say “you did the exact same thing” I will say this. Because you have been the child, you have experienced what you didn’t need in those situations and can change it for your child. You will also find that while you’re trying to do that, you find things that work for yourself at the same time.
So Dick’s anger issues - Bruce could help him by getting him therapy as well as being Robin, or by doing a lot of research on anger management strategies and working with him on that. They find what works for Dick to help him and at the same time Bruce finds methods that help him as well.
Jason yelling at adult in a parental role - once again, therapy and research, but while find that the best way to help Jason work through his abandonment issues and distrust of authority figures, Bruce is able to figure out his own issues and how to work through them in his own way. This then results in him apologising to Alfred and working through things that way as well.
Tim obsessing and not sleeping - Bruce realises that he’s not setting a good example and makes it a point to finish at a set time and starts dragging Tim to bed at that time as well. They work together to find a before bed routine that helps their mind settle (tea, essential oils in a defuser, white noise, black out curtains, compression and weighted blankets) and it helps both of them in this area.
Cass wanting to be an amazing fighter - Bruce starts looking at ways that she can redirect that focus that is going to give her that same sense of pride and hard work - which is how she starts more advanced ballet classes or even starting to get her own certifications so she can teach kids martial arts - and Bruce then finds his own hobbies that allow him to do the same.
With Damian it takes a little longer but they discover that a school environment doesn’t work for him and he works better in a self paced environment. So after getting him assessed to find out the grades he needs to be in for each subject, Damian starts being homeschooled and suddenly he’s flourishing. Bruce realises that this is what he needed as well and starts his own for of home education, learning things that don’t involved Batman.
Bruce: *messing around at a gala as a child, pushes into an old scary lady*
Lady: *scowling* I hope you get a child exactly like you.
*years later*
Dick: *stubborn with anger issues*
Bruce: oh no
Jason: I hate you! You’re not my dad
Bruce: *remembering all the times he yelled that at alfred* oh nooo
Tim: *stays up for days obsessing over cases, drinks coffee like it’s disappearing tomorrow*
Bruce: *quietly moved away his files and mugs* oh nooooo
Cass: *charges into a death match to become the best fighter she can*
Bruce: *remembering every training he did before Batman* ....pleaseeee
Damian: I hate school! I don’t need it *gets expelled from every school he goes to*
Bruce: *remembers EXACTLY how many times he got expelled and for why* ....fuck
Bruce: *stared at Duke and Steph*
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brucebuddenautomotive · 1 year ago
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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years ago
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even breathless, neck throbbing with pain, the agony of betrayal in the empty pit of his heart, damian can still see superman radiating pride. it's how he's always looked at richard, whether they were in the watchtower right before a fight, or in the manor as bruce deigns to invite his friend over for lunch, or even at the farm when dick coordinated a childhood get-together with the one kid damian couldn't kill. (at least, not easily.)
clark is no different now, smiling at a boy he watched grow up into someone purposeful and powerful with headrush of praise, with pellucid respect. he is proud.
damian wants to throw up.
richard is—richard is not richard, that thing is blood-ringed fingernails and blood-streaked cheeks and bloody, bloody smiles. and he looks at damian sharply fond, the way a clenched fist punching a mirror is sharply fond. damian wants to rake his own fingers over his eyes until the imposter just goes away, until his richard comes back.
"damian, thank god," not-richard says, spotting damian's eyelids fluttering open. he glides over, a touch too smoothly to be human—but then again, richard always did most things a little too graceful, a little too perfect. when he crouches in front of damian, concern pooling in his lustrous eyes—too bright, too bright, far too bright to be natural—damian holds in a shudder.
his touch is just as gentle, just as tender, brie and berries and love. something in damain breaks with relief. he's not all gone.
"i was getting worried," not-richard murmurs, tilting his head up and checking his eyes for a concussion, palm on his forhead, doting. "you said you'd only ever die if you tasted ollie's chili. gotta make sure you stick to that." it was richard's standard after-patrol routine, making sure damian was alright with a quippy joke and a caring touch. just like mother used to do.
damian scowls and kicks at richard's leg. it's much weaker than should have been. "get away from me, monster."
"damian," not-richard says. "it's me, you know me."
"no, you're just the thing wearing my brother's face," damian snarls. his voice wavers, and damian can't seem to get it under control.
ever-so adept at reading people, richard catches it in an instant. "c'mon, damian," he coos, sickly-sweet. "whatever happened to my little brother who wasn't scared of anything? you threw knives at the monster in your closet, there's no way you're scared of me."
and sure, he's scared. his father is dead, his siblings are dead; who knows what richard has planned next. nightwing has led almost every major superhero team in existence, and is a member of just as many more. an evil nightwing? a terrifying concept.
but he can't convince himself of that, he just can't. when richard's fangs glint, all damian remembers is a mouthful of hot pitha right out of the oil with abba vinyl spinning in the living room. when richard's sharp nails drag threateningly across the stitches on damian's neck, all he remembers are those same fingers juggling a few fridge magnets before pinning up one of damian's drawings. and when he catches sight of the blood soaked all over richard's escrima sticks, all damian remembers is richard teaching him how to use them, twirling the batons and throwing them to damian, trusting him with his own personal weapons.
damian wants to register this not-richard as a threat in his mind, he really does, but he—he can't.
"don't you want to stay, damian?" richard says. "clark is here, he'll call jon soon. and i'm here, i'm your family and i'm here. isn't that enough?"
"no," damian says, his voice toffee-brittle and broken. it's all he can manage, but he still forces it out.
richard's eyes turn all large and sad, an airy little half moon with enough power to change the tides. "you want to leave me?"
"no, i don't,,,," damian barely recognizes his own voice.
"you're scared," richard says softly. "it's okay, i was too. but i promise you, it's for the best. no more pain, no more loss, no more death. just us, your family, your friends. you can finally be happy, damian."
"i was happy," damian says, feeling the burning edge of tears at the corners of his eyes, only sheer willpower keeping them from falling. "i was happy before you ruined it."
"and i'll fix it," richard promises. he's cross-legged in front of damian now, like he always is when he wants to talk. "i'll make it better, you just have to drink."
damian can't bring himself to speak. he turns his head away.
"no, no, come on damian. look at me." richard ducks his head, catching damian's eye. "please, will you drink? for me?"
there's something calculating in his tone, but damian can hardly bring himself to care, not when there's a celestial spread of love in his gaze.
damian always thought his death would be some grand, histrionic thing. ephemeral, victorian, a masterclass performance. the type of death you'd read a novel just to revel in at the end. instead, he will die in a safehouse he once played charades in, with the chattering of vampires in the background as his brother, who'd once pulled a boy out of a monster, now turns him back into one.
it may not be the type of death he'd envisioned—oh god, damian thinks as he trembles, his father's furious voice in his head batted aside one final time as richard banishes his hesitation with one gold-filtered, incandescent hug, then raises his bleeding arm to damian's mouth, oh fuck, oh god—but it's poetic, it's most certainly poetic. damian drinks.
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redrobin-detective · 2 years ago
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I have read a thousand fluffy, happy Batfam fics and I read one thousand more but when the happy sanitized fanon is put away and I really think of the characters, I can never believe it.
The Bats love each other, I honestly, truly believe each and every one of those weird, repressed assholes would die to save one another. But the day to day is hard. They’re not just a family, they’re coworkers and soldiers and enemies. Bruce doesn’t do normal and shows his love through control, paranoia and shared violence and he taught that to his children. The siblings never feel quite at ease around each other, too many betrayals, cutting words, stinging injuries. In the field, they are a well oiled machine, when they’re at home playing the part of a happy family, they can’t quite relax.
Dick is a demanding perfectionist who sometimes can’t separate himself the job. He’s burned bridges at some point with every family member and though he dearly loves them, sometimes being the happy, welcoming, forgiving big brother all the time to too many siblings is exhausting. It’s hard to keep so many different people happy at once so sometimes he just lets them go.
Jason never fully integrates back into the family. He doesn’t legally reclaim his name and return to his life, just keeps his head down and sticks to his turf in the alley. He’s simmered down a lot since his resurrection and can hold conversations with his so called family but it’s tense and soured by the past. He occasionally still murders and break B’s moral code but B is so tired of the fighting that they’re in a bit of a stalemate over it.
Tim has grown used to feeling like an outsider in the family. He stays out of obligation and because he has no one else left to turn to. Sometimes it feels like he’s just going through the motions of being a brother and son. He dreams about packing up and leaving but knows he never can. Is still bitter at the fallout of previously good relationships (Dick, Steph and B) and in general wary and untrusting of Jay and Dami. He wishes things could go back to how they were.
Cassandra has never truly understood the concept of a happy family. The Bats are comfortably familiar with their frequent brawls and generally being on edge around the other. To her, this is normal. That said, as much as she loves, she keeps her distance because its hard for her to deal with and express that love. She’ll spar and cuddle and smile and then disappear for months making it hard to the others to feel connected to her. She feels most comfortable alone.
Damian’s inferiority and superiority complex are at constant war with each other. He’s learned to see the error of his earlier thinking and realizes that everyone will always see him as an assassin. He hates how much he looks up to his older siblings, their skills and experience how easily they seem to have his father’s love. His pride prevents him from admitting this, opening up to them and instead perpetuates the cycle of insults and fighting.
There is love and connection in the Bat family but also cracks from hundreds of little interactions brought about by stress and pain and misery. When the stars are right and the moon is bright, they can come together and be a family. But it’s never the whole group and never for too long before uncertainty and fear creeps back in. In battle, they are an unstoppable force that works in tandem. Outside of costumes, just themselves, they are broken people awkwardly trying to hold together a facsimile family.
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Hi Alice!! Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself 💜
I had some random thoughts pop in my head: what kind of music do u think Lloyd would listen to? Like what would he listen to running errands or working out
Another random thought: what’s his self care routine like? We all know how much our boy loves to pamper himself and keep his appearance up 😝 you don’t have to answer if u don’t want! I also just want to say I love your work and you have a gift for writing 💓💓 keep up the amazing work
Lloyd's self care routine beings with his skin. He's not particularly spendy in this department, but he always prioritizes his routine. Lloyd Hansen does not miss a day of skin care - ever. He uses Cetaphil for a cleanser because it's hypoallergenic. This is purely for practical purposes, since he goes through a lot of it. He washes his face every morning, again after his workout, and double cleanses with an oil, and then Cetaphil to rinse it off, at night.
With moisturizer, he's more picky. He likes the Blu Atlas because of the woodsy scent and their high quality ingredients. Unlike the cleanser, which is basically fancy soap, his moisturizer is going to stay on and permeate his skin for hours. So, this is where he spends his money. He uses an eye cream from Blu Atlas, and wishes he'd have started using it earlier.
Lloyd wears facial sunscreen every single day, and makes sure to reapply on the days he golfs. He keeps regular spray on sunscreen in the golf cart for the rest of his body.
He also uses a Niacinamide serum and vitamin C serum in the morning. In the evening, he applies the AlphaRet overnight cream before bed. Lloyd has no intention of wrinkling early, particularly not when he's dating someone so much younger than him.
Also, he's not hesitant to do some dermaplaning, microneedling, or a facial peel now and then. Lloyd sees his dermatologist twice a year for a skin check and preventative care.
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Lloyd’s taste in music is as follows:
Rock
Classical
Country
Rhythm & Blues
Hip Hop / Rap
First is rock music. He grew up listening to R.E.M., Guns N’ Roses, Nirvana, KISS, and the Beastie Boys. This is the genre he gravitates towards the most. 90s rock is his favorite era, followed closely by 80s rock. For that decade, his favorites are: Queen, Lover Boy, Depeche Mode, and Bruce Springsteen. In the genre, his taste spans a wide variety of artists from ZZ Top to the Rolling Stones and all the way into more pop influenced bands like Cheap Trick and The Outfield. 
Lloyd is also a huge fan of classical music.
He’d never willingly share this fact, but it’s been a coping mechanism of his for a long time. His study hall teacher used to play it during class and he found it really helped him calm down and concentrate. The softer sounds of composers like Bach, Mozart, and Debussy are among his favorites. With time, his taste expanded into underrated composers like Erich Korngold, Alexander Scriabin, and Ottorino Respighi. In terms of minutes listened, classical music is one of Lloyd’s core genres. 
He also enjoys country music. Like his taste for classical music, he sometimes prefers to hide this one. Being around Zach, who also loves country music, tends to bring it out more. His favorites are George Strait, Reba McEntire, Tim McGraw, Garth Brooks, LeAnn Rimes, and Alan Jackson. He also likes some of the older artists like Ronnie Milsap, Charley Pride, Glen Campbell, Merle Haggard and Eddy Arnold. 
Another genre he listens to is R&B. This stems from being alive in the 90’s. Boys II Men released bangers, okay? Once you heard them on the radio you went looking for more. He likes Alicia Keys, Montell Jordan, Rihanna and Marvin Gaye. His taste in Rap and Hip Hop was developed more in college. It was the popular workout soundtrack of the time and his college football program played it in the weights room. He mostly likes artists like DMX, Eminem, Nas, OutKast, Ice Cube, and Tupac.
Finally, here are some of Lloyd’s favorite songs.
Rock Music
All the Love in the World - The Outfield 
Imitation of Life - R.E.M.
Civil War - Guns N’ Roses
Lake of Fire - Nirvana
Can’t You Hear Me Knocking - Rolling Stones 
I Love It Loud - KISS 
No Sleep Til Brooklyn - Beastie Boys 
Under Pressure - Queen 
Out of Time - Rolling Stones 
The Ballad of T.V. Violence - Cheap Trick 
Take Me to the Top - LoverBoy
Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode
Born in the U.S.A - Bruce Springsteen
Legs - ZZ Top
Get Off of My Cloud - Rolling Stones
Something to Talk About - Bonnie Raitt 
Ain’t That a Shame - Cheap Trick
Voodoo Child - Jimi Hendrix 
Rosanna - Toto
Radio Free Europe - R.E.M. 
Love Bites - Def Leppard 
Poison - Alice Cooper 
You Can’t Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones
Surrender - Cheap Trick 
Won’t Get Fooled Again - The Who 
Enter Sandman - Metallica 
Green River - Clearwater Revival 
Come As You Are - Nirvana 
I’m the Only One - Melissa Etheridge 
Sympathy For the Devil - Rolling Stones
I Can’t Drive 55 - Sammy Hagar  
Love Hate Love - Alice In Chains 
Fire Woman - The Cult 
Country Music 
I Don’t Think She’s in Love Anymore - Charley Pride 
Ocean Front Property - George Strait
The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia - Reba McEntire
Just to See You Smile - Tim McGraw
Rodeo - Garth Brooks
Hooked on an 8 Second Ride - Chris LeDoux 
Easy Come, Easy Go - George Strait 
Can’t Fight the Moonlight - LeAnn Rimes
Summertime Blues - Alan Jackson
Don’t Your Memory Ever Sleep - Ronnie Milsap
 Why Haven’t I Heard From You - Reba McEntire 
Tulsa Time - Don Williams 
Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks 
Is Anyone Going to San Antone - Charley Pride
Nobody - Sylvia 
A Country Boy Can Survive - Hank Williams, Jr. 
Chattahoochee - Alan Jackson 
All My Ex’s Live in Texas - George Strait 
Rhinestone Cowboy - Glen Campbell
Mama Tried - Merle Haggard 
Wild Horses - Garth Brooks
Stranger in My House - Ronnie Milsap 
Right Kind of Wrong - LeAnn Rimes 
Real Good Man - Tim McGraw 
Make the World Go Away - Eddy Arnold
Call of the Wild - Chris LeDoux
Mountain of Love - Charley Pride 
Good Ole Boys Like Me - Don Williams 
One Promise Too Late - Reba McEntire 
Give It Away - George Strait 
Southern Nights - Glen Campbell 
What She’s Doing Now - Garth Brooks 
Family Tradition - Hank Williams, Jr. 
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sussexualtension · 2 years ago
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“Get To Know Me” Tag Game!
Tagged by the awesome @chaosrising451 ! Thanks :D!!
Fave Ships: McGarrett/Danno from H50 (McDanno), Bucky/Steve from Marvel (Stucky), Kirk/Spock from Star Trek (Spirk), Chuck/Raleigh from Pacific Rim (Chaleigh), and Bruce/Arthur from DC (Aquabat).
First ship: Brian/Dom from Fast and the Furious OR Legolas/Aragorn from LotR
Last song: Bastille’s “World Gone Mad”
Last movie: Disney Pixar’s Monsters University
Currently reading: boring ass books about plot structure, though the “wheel of time” series is sitting on my shelf, waiting to be started. I’m not big on fantasy! My friend wrote a sci-fi series, and I will probably start in on book 2.
Currently Watching: Yellowstone 🤠 and a h50 rewatch!
Currently Consuming: avocado sandwich and cucumber salad (okay, for real, it’s the fucking best: mix mini cucumber slices with sesame oil, soy sauce, and toasted sesame seeds)
Currently Craving: garlic butter cauliflower steaks with homemade chimichurri sauce. I’m not a vegetarian, but when I see a damn tik tok of a cow or a chicken acting like a pet dog, it makes it really difficult to eat meat 🤢
Currently Working On: My sequel, A Hidden Pride, which is book II of my ABO m/m series the Teal Habor Saga on Amazon. It had to go on hold this week because I’m assisting an aging parent who just had a knee replacement! Back to writing tomorrow when another family member can take over!
I tag: @awesomejesakuthings, @murphyhatesme, @ariestaurus21, @ninjazane, @sgtbarnes107, @82tweeder, @bgharison, @cowandcalf, and whoever else wants to participate! No pressure y’all! :)
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novelty--night · 4 years ago
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Sick Fic
@daringyounggrayson I finally finished your request! (running fingers through sweaty hair x being led back to bed with patient whispers)
Characters: Bruce, Dick, and Alfred
"How is he?" 
Bruce asks as Alfred steps into the hallway and out of the bedroom. 
Alfred sighs as he readjusts the tray in his hand. The soup was half-eaten and cold. 
"His fever is still high, but it seems he has more of an appetite." Alfred sends him a pointed look. "Although, I am positive you can Master Dick himself on how he is doing." 
"I…" Bruce touches his broken ribs, still slightly sore. His mind flashes back to that night.
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Poison Ivy had made another escape from Arkham. She went and destroyed another oil factory, destroying many Iives with it. 
Robin and Batman fought together as they avoid being plummeted by thick, green vines. One lucky vine manages to hit Bruce on the stomach. He winces when he hears a crack. He stumbles weakly on his feet when he hears a shout. 
"Batman, behind you!" 
Bruce spins around to see a giant pink flower bursting out of the ground. 
Everything else happens too quickly. 
Robin pushes Bruce away, grunting with the heavy weight. The flower burps out a yellow powder, clouding Dick in an opaque cloud. 
"Robin!" A scream stretches out of his throat. Poison Ivy flinches in surprise and has a glimpse of guilt before her expression cools away. She lifts a hand and the pollinated dust filters away. She takes a hesitant step back before she rides off on a vine. 
Bruce pays her no attention as he skids over to Robin. His Robin, who was choking on a scream, whose face already glistening with sweat. 
He comms Alfred and orders in a brittle voice to prepare a med eval.  
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"I will send your dinner back to Master Dick's room where I expect for you to finish your plate."
Bruce fidgets. "But I-"
Bruce shuts his mouth when Alfred sends him a look that says there is no room for argument. 
He huffs out a breath and wraps his fingers around the doorknob. He closes his eyes and counts silently in his head and opens the door. 
Dick lays silently in his bed and his chest slowly moving up and down is the only thing that brings Bruce comfort. He sits on the spare chair next to the bed. 
He gently rakes through Dick's sweaty and matted hair. Dick grumbles and blinks his eyes open. 
"Hey, kiddo," Bruce smiles in greeting. 
"Bruce," Dick coughs out weakly. "Took you long enough." 
The man holds back a wince as he brushes back a lock of hair. 
"I was taking care of other priorities." 
Dick shifts his head so Bruce's hand falls flat in the air. Bruce clears his throat and drops it back onto his lap. 
"Right," Dick says after a moment of silence. "How's Ivy?" 
Bruce fingers the bruises on his knuckles. "Back in Arkham." 
Dick looks at Bruce in the eyes and his blues are foggy with fever. "That's not what I asked." 
Bruce glances away and he scratches at a scab on a knuckle. "A bloody nose and bruised eye. That's it."
Bruce quickly eases Dick up when he starts to cough heavily. 
"She didn't mean to." 
"I know." 
Bruce still remembers the guilt shining through her eyes as Bruce throws in a final punch. 
Bruce sighs and repeats. "I know she didn't."
There's a knock at the door and Alfred enters with a plate of food and medicine. 
"Here is your dinner, Master Bruce, and I do expect an empty plate when I return." Alfred turns to Dick. "And your medicine, Master Dick." 
Both Dick and Bruce move to argue, but Alfred clears his throat loudly. "I do not want to hear any arguments." 
With a pout, Dick swallows the medicine down. Bruce starts to eat, but at least he doesn't pull at the bottom of his lip.
"Master Bruce, I will be at the farmer's market early in the day tomorrow, so I expect you will be fine taking care of Master Dick for a couple of hours."
Dick sniffles loudly and grins lopsidedly. "I'll make sure he won't burn down the house, Alf," he says through half-lidded eyes. 
Alfred smiles gently. "Yes, I will put my trust in you." He moves to pull the blanket closer to Dick's chin. "Now rest, Master Dick, sleep is the best cure."
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"Now, Master Bruce, there's soup on the stove with instructions on how to reheat it on the fridge. Please, make sure he takes the medicine 30 minutes after he eats."
"Yes, yes Alfred," Bruce rolls his eyes and smiles. "Now, go or you'll get stuck in the morning traffic." 
"I should be back within a couple of hours." He puts on his jacket and leaves. 
Bruce sets to the kitchen and reads Alfred's instructions. He still manages to slightly burn the soup, but it's better than he could've hoped. He puts the soup on a tray and carefully walks upstairs to Dick's room. 
Dick is still snoring gently. Bruce hates to wake him up, especially when he looks so peaceful, but Alfred did give him a rather strict schedule. Bruce places the tray on Dick's nightstand. 
"Hey, Dick," Bruce shakes Dick's shoulder. "It's time for breakfast." The young boy groans but blinks awake. 
"Here let me check your temperature." 
Dick turns his head already used to the procedure. 
Bruce puts the thermometer in his ear and takes it out when it beeps. Bruce lets out a sigh of relief. "It looks like your fever is finally going down." 
Bruce goes to grab the soup when Dick says, "Bruuuuce, can I please eat it in the study?" 
Bruce lets out a grimace and already feels his resolve breaking away. "Dick, I-"
"C'mon, Bruce, you gotta do some work anyway, right? The work which is in the study, rigggght?" Dick furrows his brows and juts out his lower lip. "Pleaaase, Bruce, I've been stuck in my room all week! I'm dying here!" 
Dick grins when he hears Bruce sigh. "Alright, fine, but you'll have to finish all of your food then." 
"You got it, captain!" 
Dick grabs a folder on his other nightstand and a pencil. Bruce grabs the tray and lets Dick go ahead. Bruce carefully watches Dick climb down the stairs and into the study. 
Dick plops onto the couch and Bruce sets the tray on his lap. 
"Remember to finish all of it." 
Both fall into silence as Dick starts to eat and Bruce goes over files for WE. 
Dick shows off his clean plate once he finishes. He sets it down on the small coffee table and opens the folder and takes a paper and pencil from the flaps. 
"What are you working on?" Bruce asks as he replaces one file with another. 
"A calcudoku," Dick answers as he scribbles on his paper. 
"A what?"
"It's similar to sudoku, but I have calculations to solve while thinking about what can go in the boxes." 
Dick sighs and erases something on the paper and writes something again. He looks over the paper with a furrowed brow. "I think I'm done. Can you check it over?"
Dick folds the paper into an airplane and flings it over to Bruce's desk before the man can answer. Bruce unfolds the paper and starts to check Dick's work. 
Bruce tries to hide his smile. He glances back up at Dick. The younger boy had already started on a new sheet. His hair is slightly damp with sweat and his tongue sticks out in concentration. "You have everything right," Bruce says with pride.
Dick grins at the response. Bruce lets out a breath of a laugh. 
Dick groans when he hears Bruce's phone alarm ring. 
"Please tell me that isn't what I think it means."
Bruce shakes the med bottle with a grim smile. 
"Aw, c'mon, B, do I have to take it? I won't tell Alfred if you don't." 
"Sorry, chum." Bruce rolls his eyes as he shakes two pills out. "Alfred's rules are law."
Dick's eyes start to shine and his bottom lip quivers. 
"Ah, put those eyes away. Those won't work on stuff as important as this."
Dick's expression immediately darkens. "They make me so drowsy," he says with a high whine. 
"Dick," Bruce replies with force. 
Dick sighs as takes the pills and swallows them down with a gulp of water. 
"Thank you. I know it sucks, but you just have to take it for a couple more days."
"I know," Dick softly replies with a tight smile. 
The next time Bruce looks back up from his files, Dick is fast asleep. The man smiles as he gets back up once more. Bruce brushes Dick's bangs gently away from his eyes. He cleans the papers back into their folder and makes sure to note to check the rest of the completed sheets. 
He groans only slightly when he picks the eleven-year-old. Small arms wrapped around his neck instinctively. Bruce shifts Dick gently making sure his head is cradled safely on his broad shoulders. Bruce winces when Dick moans quietly. 
"Go back to sleep, chum," Bruce whispers over his shoulder. "I'm just taking you to your room."
"I can walk on my own." But Dick makes no move to slide off Bruce's back. 
Bruce huffs out a laugh. "Sure, kiddo."
"You're lucky you're comfortable." 
Bruce laughs again while shaking his head. 
Bruce quietly climbs up to Dick's room. He tucks the blanket around his shoulders. 
Bruce goes to leave but a small hand quickly wraps around his wrist. 
"It's not your fault, B," a small voice croaks out. 
Bruce freezes and doesn't turn around. The hand around his wrist feels so small. Bruce still remembers clasping it tightly while Dick lay unconscious in bed. "You were unconscious for two days," Bruce chokes out between gritted teeth. He still feels the fevered hands and hears the labored breathing. 
Dick takes a breath as if he’s the one who’s looking for patience. "I'm getting better now. I have my appetite and everything." 
Bruce finally turns around and says exasperatedly, "Dick!" 
"Bruce," Dick replies in the same tone. His eyes, still foggy from sickness, somehow shine clear. "I'm fine." The young boy glances down at the wooden floor, all of a sudden shy, and glances back up at Bruce. "Just stay with me, okay?"
"Okay." 
Bruce sits at the cushioned seat near Dick's bed. 
"I still don't think it's your fault."
Bruce doesn't reply this time because how is going to explain to this young boy that it's on Bruce's shoulders to make sure nothing ever harms Dick? That if something does, Bruce isn't sure if he can handle it. 
A book lands on Bruce's lap, breaking him out of his turmoiling thoughts. 
Bruce picks it up and smooths the cover. 
"Is this the French version of Robin Hood?"
Dick nods and answers with a shrug, "I wanted to learn a new language. Read it out loud to me. It'll be good oral practice." 
Bruce opens to where a page is dog-eared. He is pretty sure that he is completely butchering the language and stumbles on one too many words, and Bruce is positive that once Dick gets better he's totally going to make fun of him, but Bruce doesn't really mind. Bruce continues to read softly even after he hears quiet snoring because he knows if he stops Dick is going to wake up and demand Bruce to continue. 
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Alfred comes home and the first thing he does is to check on his two charges. He opens the door in a way he knows it isn't going to squeak. The old man smiles when he finds both of them fast asleep.
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thenafics · 5 years ago
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Evil Author Day -- 2020
I saw this going around and I both wanted to feel included and have several WIPs that are probably not going to see the light of day for a long time. Most of these have titles already because I am incapable of writing a fic without having a title first~~~
1. Trouble in the Henhouse- AKA Red Hood joins the Suicide Squad
       Amanda Waller thinks she might have made a mistake with the newest member to her team. She’s let the fox into the hen house, except her hens are insane criminals and her fox is a bat who also happens to be an insane criminal. The metaphor starts to deteriorate quickly, but the point remains, this choice might have been the worst one she’s made in a good long while. He is an accident waiting to happen and one of the most deadly assets she has ever managed to get her hands on. He doesn’t kill for money, like Deadshot, or hunger, like Croc, or even some deranged showmanship, like Harley does or Joker’s Daughter did. He kills when he thinks it’s right, because he thinks the target deserves it and that is the most terrifying thing to find in a highly trained killer she’s putting onto a team with a lot of the same type of people he has a habit of offing. Whoops.
2. Ghosts of our Better Natures 
       Tim can tell the instant that Scarecrow’s formula really starts to kick in. He sees the way Jason’s body language shifts, his muscles pulling his limbs in tighter, in spite of the restraints holding him down. Judging from the smirk just visible on Scarecrow’s sack-cloth face, he notices too. “Is my new formula finally kicking in?” His high, grating voice overlays over the sounds of Jason’s harsh breathing. “Looks like the big, bad drug lord has a bit of a tolerance. I doubt I’ll even need to use half as much on your little friend over there.” Scarecrow gestures broadly at Tim where he’s tied up against the wall and then claps his hands with fake glee. “I know what we’ll do! We’ll use all of the extra I’m saving on him for you!”        Jason wrenches at his restraints, eyes wild behind his domino mask, but he remains uncharacteristically silent. He looks over at Tim and another wave of panic seems to crash over him. His struggles increase in strength to the point where Tim can hear the groaning of the rusty bolts holding Jason down.
3. Rafters for Roustabouts- JayRoy based on a piece of fanart I saw and can no longer find
       Roy remembers when Jason was just a skinny little twig of a thing trailing after  Nightwing with his spindly limbs and closed off smiles. The first time they’d met, Jason had looked up at him and blushed so hard that Roy was a little worried he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Jason was in the Tower pretty infrequently, but any time he was there, Roy could be sure to find him either abandoning Dick for Donna (who he had immediately latched onto, like a baby bird imprinting on what it thinks is its mother) or acting as Roy’s shadow. Roy could often tell when Jason was visiting well before Dick told him because of the glimpses of inky black hair he would catch out of the corner of his eye. Eventually Roy got tired of waiting for Jason to stop being so shy. “Hey, Jason, I know you’ve got that whole stealth thing going for you, but it’s much easier to make friends if you just talk to people.”        There was a muted thump and a little yelp as Jason fell down from the rafter he’d been perched on. Roy made his way over to him and crouched down to look more closely at Jason. The younger boy was blushing furiously and had his hands pressed firmly over his eyes, almost as if he thought if he couldn’t see Roy, Roy might not see him. Roy let out a little huff of laughter. “You’re just a little shy, aren’t you Jaybird?”        Jason just burrowed further into his hands and seemed ready to just wait until Roy left so that he could tend to his bruised pride and tailbone.
4.   Chapter 2 of Release of Liability- My very self indulgent Dresden Files fusion au that nobody asked for or wanted. *Knowledge of the Dresden Files universe up to like, book one/two is v. helpful*
Wayne manor is steeped in the type of magic that can make a place a living thing. This is the home of one of the most powerful wizards in America and has been the home of an incredibly powerful magical family for centuries. There’s history in these walls beyond what the outside world will ever know. All of the wall fixtures are old fashioned gas lamps retrofitted with lightbulbs. It’s a darker paint job and some cobwebs away from being the house from the Addam’s family.
Bruce Wayne himself leads me further into the house and to what I assume must be his office. An older man appears almost the exact moment we sit down and offers tea in a clipped British accent. He disappears as silently as he appeared and rematerializes just moments later carrying a tray laden with tea and those fancy little sandwiches they always show on the BBC. Wayne thanks him and dismisses him with a soft “Thank you,” before the man is gone again.
“So, Mr.Dresden, I hear you’re good at finding lost things.”
“I tend to be. Though I have to wonder what use a practitioner of your caliber could have for my services. With all of Gotham at your disposal.”
“The situation requires a somewhat delicate approach.” I can’t help but snort in response. Delicate and I go together like oil and water. I am not who anyone should call for delicate, subtle, or any synonyms of that ilk. Wayne gives a wry smile and little laugh of his own.
“I misspoke. Not delicate, detached. I am well known to Gotham. You are not. I’ve heard wildcard is somewhat your area of expertise.”
“I’m not going to take offense at that because it’s true. What’s missing?”
Bruce Wayne fixes me with a paralyzing gaze and speaks two words that let me know this is going to be one of those cases that sticks with me.
“My son.”
Bruce Wayne is famous for several things in the magical community. His childhood trauma of witnessing his parents’ murder would make a YA author weep and left him the sole heir to one of America’s most notable magical lineages. That alone made him a Name, capital letter intended, in the world of the mystical. He also worked hard to actually become one of the most influential wizards in America and run Gotham with an iron fist. The most notable thing about Bruce Wayne however, is not either of those. It is his incredible and almost suspicious number of extremely powerful adopted children. A disturbing number of which share his jet black hair and blue eyes. I hope it’s just a weird narcissistic rich person thing.
He is well known to be very protective of his bevy of apprentices. To the point where he’d actually knocked out another wizard with a vicious right hook for making an untoward comment about his eldest son. It was a glorious day and I am thankful to have been within enough distance of the scene to see it go down. I am also thankful to have been far enough away that his fury didn’t turn to me. If something has happened to one of his beloved children, I have no doubts that Mr. Wayne will do whatever is necessary to save them. After the death of his second apprentice he’d practically torn apart the world at its seams in his grief.
5.  Windows for Bricks-  
“I’m here to pick up Damian. I guess I’m one of his emergency contacts and the lady on the phone said to sign in here before I could take him home.” Jason says to the nurse by the front of the sterile smelling room.
“Oh, are you,” she looks down at her computer screen “Jason Head?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Jason shifts uncomfortably.
“And you are his … “
“Brother. Same mom.”
“I see. We get Damian in here a lot so I see the resemblance. You have the same eyes”
6. Dialogue Snippet- Dick and Steph on the topic of ass envy
“He’s just jealous of my ass.”
“Yeah, no.”
“What do you mean no?” Dick sounds affronted.
“Have you seen his ass?,” Steph gestures expansively in the shape of an ass. A woman at the next table over glares. “Jay has no reason to be jealous Dick.”
“What.”
“And those thighs… unf.” The lady the next table over glares harder at the noise Steph makes.
“Ohmygod,” Dick buries his head in his hands. “Please stop.”
“What? I'm just saying, he's got no reason to be jealous when the dude is bammin slammin bootylicious”
“I'm pretending I don't know you. Can Tim take you back already?”
“Fine. But take a peek next time you and your ass feel so high and mighty”
7. Innocence for Sinners- JayDick prawn. I wrote this at the request of a friend. Very much not what I usually write, kind of nervous about posting it
*warning for Mature rating*
When he thinks about it, of course it makes sense to Dick that Jason is a virgin. He died before he’d even turned eighteen and spent a few years after that being either brain dead or criminally insane. It was really only in the past three or so years that Jason could be counted among the semi-rational members of the population and he had been so busy during that time span that there was no earthly way he had done anything. Still, Dick couldn’t help but be a little surprised when Jason pushes away from their kiss, while Dick’s hand rubs gentle circles over his crotch, and gasps out “No one’s ever touched me like that before.” 
Dick pauses and pulls back fully, his weight between Jason’s spread legs still pinning the younger man to the bed.
“What do you mean Jason?,” he asks, seeking verbal confirmation for his suspicions. Jason blushes prettily and turns his head to one side, as if to escape the weight of Dick’s eyes. Dick reaches out and turns Jason’s face back towards him. His eyes trace the delicate flush that brings out the freckles across the bridge of Jason’s nose and blown out pupils in sea green eyes.
 “Jason, are you a virgin?Am I going to be your first?” Jason blushes even further at the questions and nods mutely. Dick feels a rush of possessiveness pass through him at the idea of brash, rebellious, Jason being his. It only makes sense, after all, Jason had spent years wearing Dick’s colors and a month or so trying on the Nightwing suit for size. Of course Jason should be his in some other way. Dick leans back forward and kisses up Jason’s neck, ending up right by his ear.
“I’m going to ruin you for anybody else, little wing.” Jason shudders and lets out a soft moan as Dick scrapes his teeth against his neck in punctuation.
 “Please,” Jason breathes out. Dick growls quietly and surges up to kiss Jason. He weaves his fingers through the curls of Jason’s hair and pulls slightly. Immediately, Jason gasps into Dick’s mouth and arches his back up off the bed. Dick chuckles and pulls harder. He is rewarded with a moan and a shudder from Jason.
“You like that Jaybird? When I pull your hair?” Dick laughs against Jason’s mouth when Jason nods with downcast eyes. “Let’s find out what else you like.”
Dick leaves one hand in Jason’s hair and worms the other up under Jason’s shirt, brushing over the hard lines of muscle and scar tissue. He thumbs over one of Jason’s nipples gently and feels a slight shudder run through Jason’s body. Taking that as a positive sign, he rolls it between his index finger and thumb. Jason gasps and tosses his head back, breaking the kiss. 
“Dick,” he gasps out, “That feels so, ah, good.” Dick smirks and rolls the nipple again “Aaaaaaah.” Dick pulls his other hand from Jason’s hair and starts using it to push Jason’s shirt up while he brings his mouth down to Jason’s stomach, kissing over the places where his hands had traced over.
“Wait, Dick!,” Jason calls out, panting for breath. Dick looks up at Jason’s flushed face. “I… I have a lot of scars there. Some of them might not be ones that you want to see…” Jason trails off towards the end of his sentence and avoids eye contact with Dick until Dick uses his free hand to gently pull Jason to face him. Dick can see in this flustered and blushing Jason the same boy who had been so shyly admiring of him all those years ago. This shy virginal Jason is far more little red riding hood than the big bad wolf that the Red Hood pretends to be.
“I want all of you Jason. All of you.” Dick says softly. He gently pulls the shirt all the way off of Jason, manipulating the younger man’s arms so that he can remove it. Once the shirt is off, he kisses up Jason’s chest to the top of the Y-shaped scar that stretches from collarbone to collarbone and bisects his body from mid-chest to belly button. Dick mouths gently across the raised tissue and grinds his hips down against Jason’s. Jason can only gasp wordlessly in response as Dick uses his right hand to trace down and past the long tail of the scar to the top of Jason’s jeans. He pops the button and undoes the fly with one hand. When he starts to shimmy Jason’s jeans and boxers down, Jason lifts his hips and practically whines. Dick slides down Jason’s body and sits up in order to pull the pants off all the way before settling himself back between his legs. 
“Your thighs are gorgeous.” Dick doesn’t even try to hold back a moan at all the exposed skin before him, some spots criss-crossed with thin lines left from slashes and stab wounds or spotted with starbursts from gunshots. He takes a moment to appreciate the way Jason’s waist cuts in and then flares out to almost feminine hips and thick, muscular thighs. Dick slides his hands under the small of Jason’s back and inches them down to the top of Jason’s ass.
“Really? You like them?” Jason asks, blushing.
“Babe, I love them. It should be against the law for you to wear pants. It’s practically a crime to keep all this hidden under your jeans.” Dick kneads at the soft flesh of Jason’s ass.
“Says the one who’s all covered up,” Jason gasps out. There’s Dick’s Jason, blushing and innocent, but still talking back. 
“Let’s fix that then,” Dick chuckles and slowly removes his hands, giving one last squeeze on his way. Dick peels off his t-shirt, deliberately twisting his body and putting on a show for Jason who watches with rapt attention. Dick smiles softly at the awestruck look on Jason’s face before making quick work of the clasps on his pants and shimmying out of them completely. Dick bends down and starts to kiss up Jason’s left leg, starting at his calves and working up to his thighs. Once he gets to the sensitive skin on Jason’s inner thighs, he takes his time pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin there. Dick scrapes his teeth against the skin as he pulls away from a kiss about halfway up Jason’s thigh and feels the strong muscles underneath tremble. Smirking, he repeats the action and looks up to watch Jason. The younger vigilante is struggling to hold his composure, but Dick wants to watch him fall apart completely. So he lowers his mouth back down to Jason’s thighs and bites down. At that, Jason arches off the bed hard and lets out the loudest moan Dick has heard from him so far.
8. Runneth Over and all that Jazz- incomplete work for day 7 of Omega Jason Todd Week -Lactation kink au heavily inspired by  @whumpbby and @daemoninwhiteround2 and all their stuff. A little R rated
If it weren’t for his chest, Jason would be nearly impossible to recognise as an omega. He’s taller and more muscular than most omegas so with his deep voice, no one would ever guess. If it weren’t for his body’s absolute betrayal. Jason, like pretty much all adult omegas, produces milk. It’s meant to help reinforce pack bonds and keep pups adopted into a pack fed. That’s not the problem, that part of it is manageable with absorbent pads in shirts and semi-regular use of a breast pump. It sucks, but it’s not the problem. The problem is that Jason’s pack bonds are weak, so his body will let down and start producing milk on a hair trigger. He’s peak fertile age and tangentially part of a mostly alpha pack, but not bonded well enough to balance his hormones, so his body has decided to try and tempt his pack into bonds with milk.
It’s a nuisance. He hears Bruce’s voice on the radio and a little dribble of milk escapes. Dick and Tim get into an argument and he can feel his breasts swelling with more milk. Cass gets injured and he ends up having to sneak off to change his shirt when she cuddles up to him for comfort. He saw Damian cry once and that was enough to get him leaking like a fountain and avoiding the bats for a few days. He knows at least one of them can probably smell the milk on him, but they have the good graces not to mention it so long as he doesn’t. 
So Jason distances himself from the pack. He figures if he doesn’t see them, his body won’t decide to go into hormone overdrive. Except it just ends up compounding the problem. More time away from the pack means even weaker pack bonds, which ends up kicking his hormones into even higher gear than they would have been. Soon, Jason’s having to empty his milk every day, then twice a day, then eventually he has to break in the middle of patrol to empty his breasts so they aren’t incredibly sore as he’s flipping around rooftops. He switches from plain absorbent undershirts to nursing undershirts in all black so that if he leaks it won’t show. It’s gotten way out of hand but the only way to fix it is to either break his pack bonds entirely, which might make it worse, or go to the pack and suffer through some potentially very embarrassing bonding.
He shudders at the thought of his pack finally drinking from him. The vulnerability it would bring stirs up something like panic in his stomach mixed equally with want. Letting them know that he can be manipulated just because of a biological response would put him at a huge disadvantage. If they knew he could be made to let down and go into a pheromone drenched haze with some carefully chosen vocalizations they could use it to their advantage when Jason inevitably pisses one of them off. Still, something has to be done, his chest hurts so much that when he got hit there on patrol, he almost blacked out.
He decides to go to Tim first. The slightly younger man is the easiest for Jason to get along with, and despite his tendency for general sneakery, he has enough respect for what Jason does that he probably won’t use it against him too much. It’s a risk, but the potential for relief from the pain of his swollen nipples and frequent breast pump use are enough to take it. Tim is practical and doesn’t seem like the type to get physically aggressive. Even if he does, his small stature means that Jason should be able to escape. Hopefully he won’t be weird about it. Fingers crossed.
Jason knocks on the door of Tim’s apartment, about an hour before patrol typically starts. Tim answers the door looking sleep deprived as always with a mug of coffee in one hand. Jason gives him a sheepish smile and a half hearted wave, after which Tim gestures him into the apartment, one eyebrow raised in question. He shuts and locks the door behind him.
“Hi Jason. It’s been awhile. What are you doing here?” Just the sound of Tim’s voice is making his chest swell a little.
“Can’t I just come visit?”
“Of course you can, you know I like your company. You just usually … don’t. So… ”
Tim pins Jason in place with his calculating stare as he waits for a response. The silence is incredibly awkward for Jason because every second that passes he can feel the slight swelling inch closer and closer to potential leakage. He finally breaks when he feels a small dribble of milk start to leak from one nipple.
“I need your help.”
“A case?”
“No… “ Jason trails off, still unsure.
“Are you okay Jason?” Tim sets his coffee down and sits next to Jason on the couch. Their arms brush and Jason fucking gushes. If Tim couldn’t smell the milk on him before, he sure as hell can now if the way he sniffs the air is any indication.
“What’s wrong Jay? Why are you, umm, … “
“Leaking?”
Tim nods, nostrils flaring as a blush steals across his face.
“I’m letting down at the drop of a hat right now. I’m overproducing so much that I have to stop in the middle of patrols to pump. It hurts real bad.” Jason couldn't stop the whine from leaking into his tone if he tried. Tim unconsciously responds with a swell of alpha scent. The pheromones set Jason off again and he gasps as he involuntarily lets even more milk escape.
“Jason,” Tim’s voice is practically a whisper. “How can I help?” Jason takes a moment to steady himself under the force of Tim’s gaze, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see his reaction to the answer.
“ I need you to drink enough to solidify our pack bond.” 
Tim makes an interested little noise in the back of his throat and places one delicate hand over Jason’s on his lap. He gives a gentle squeeze
“Are you making enough to do it in one go?”
“Were you even paying attention? Yes. I’m producing enough for the whole pack.”
“Why me? If you go off pack hierarchy aren’t you supposed to go to Bruce? Even if you don’t trust Bruce, you could have gone to Dick or Barbara.”
“If you’re not willing, I won’t pressure you.” Jason’s voice is flat as he starts to stand, but he’s stopped by Tim’s suddenly much stronger grip pulling him back to the couch.
“I never said that. I just want to know why you chose me before I potentially upset pack structure.”
“ ‘M more comfortable,” Jason mumbles, avoiding eye contact. “Dick’s too clingy and Babs still thinks I’m crazy most of the time. You’re … nice to me. Helpful.”
“You’re nice to me too Jason. We take care of each other.”
An unfamiliar throaty purr starts up in the back of Jason’s throat as Tim gently presses his shoulders back into the couch. He pushes up Jason’s shirt, making sure to be extra careful right around the chest area. An accidental brush from the back of his hand as he pulls the shirt off causes a whimper to interrupt Jason’s purring. Tim shushes him gently as he sets the shirt to the side in a crumpled ball. Jason glares at him until Tim sighs and folds the shirt semi-neatly. He rearranges himself until he’s draped halfway over Jason’s lap, face centimeters from touching Jason’s chest. Tim stares unashamedly at the plump flesh where he can see the wetness where milk has already escaped. 
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lindsaywesker · 4 years ago
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2020 Deaths
January
7: Neil Peart, 67, drummer, Rush
8: Buck Henry, 89, screenwriter (‘The Graduate’), director (‘Heaven Can Wait’)
17: Derek Fowlds, 82, actor (‘Yes, Minister’)
19: Jimmy Heath, 93, jazz saxophonist, The Heath Brothers
19: Robert Parker, 89, R&B singer (‘Barefootin’’)
21: Terry Jones, 77, comic actor, screenwriter, film director (‘Monty Python’s Flying Circus’)
28: Nicholas Parsons, 96, actor, radio and TV presenter
February
1: Andy Gill, 64, guitarist, Gang Of Four
5: Kirk Douglas, 103, actor (‘Spartacus’, ‘Paths Of Glory’, ‘Seven Days In May’)
15: Caroline Flack, 40, TV and radio presenter
17: Andy Weatherall, 56, record producer and DJ
19: Pop Smoke, 20, rapper
24: Tom Watkins, 70, artist manager (Pet Shop Boys)
26: Kobe Bryant, 41, basketball player
March
4: Barbara Martin, 76, singer (The Supremes)
6: McCoy Tyner, 81, jazz pianist
8: Max von Sydow, 90, actor (‘Star Wars’, ‘Game Of Thrones’)
12: Pete Mitchell, 61, radio DJ and presenter (BBC Radio 2, Virgin Radio)
15: Roy Hudd, 83, actor and comedian
20: Kenny Rogers, 81, singer and songwriter (‘The Gambler’, ‘Islands In The Stream’)
22: Julie Felix, 81, folk singer
22: Eric Weissberg, 80, folk musician (‘Duelling Banjos’)
24: Manu Dibango, 86, saxophonist (‘Soul Makossa’)
26: Bill Martin, 81, songwriter (‘Puppet On A String’, ‘Congratulations’)
27: Bob Andy, 75, reggae singer (The Paragons, Bob & Marcia)
27: Delroy Washington, 67, reggae singer
30: Bill Withers, 81, singer (‘Ain’t No Sunshine’, ‘Lean On Me’, ‘Lovely Day’)
April
1: Ronn Matlock, 72, singer and songwriter (‘Can’t Forget About You’)
2: Eddie Large, 78, comedian (Little & Large)
5: Honor Blackman, 94, actress (‘The Avangers’, ‘Goldfinger’)
6: James Drury, 85, actor (‘The Virginian’)
6: Onaje Allan Gumbs, 70, jazz pianist
7: John Prine, 73, singer and songwriter (‘Angel From Montgomery’)
10: Ceybil Jefferies, 57 or 58, house and dance music singer (‘It’s Gonna Be Alright’, ‘Love So Special’)
12: Peter Bonetti, 78, footballer
12: Tim Brooke-Taylor, 79, comedian (‘The Goodies’)
12: Sir Stirling Moss, 90, racing driver
15: Brian Dennehy, 81, actor (‘Cocoon’)
17: Norman Hunter, 76, footballer
20: Rohan O’Rahilly, 79, founder of Radio Caroline
24: Hamilton Bohannon, 78, percussionist, songwriter and record producer
28: Jill Gascoine, 83,  actress (‘The Gentle Touch’)
29: Trevor Cherry, 72, footballer
29: Stezo, 51, rapper
30: Sam Lloyd, 56, actor (‘Scrubs’)
May
2: Richie Cole, 72, jazz saxophonist (‘New York Afternoon’)
5: Sweet Pea Atkinson, 74, singer (Was (Not Was))
5: Millie Small, 72, singer (‘My Boy Lollipop’)
6: Florian Schneider, 73, musician (Kraftwerk)
7: Ty, 47, UK rapper
9: Little Richard, 87, singer, pianist and songwriter
10: John McKenzie, 65, bass player
10: Betty Wright, 66, singer (‘Clean Up Woman’)
11: Jerry Stiller, 92, actor (‘Seinfeld’, ‘The King Of Queens’)
15: Phil May, 75, singer (The Pretty Things)
15: Fred Willard, 86, actor (‘Best In Show’, ‘Modern Family’)
21: Bobby Digital, 59, Jamaican reggae producer
22: Mory Kante, 70, Guinean singer and kora player (‘Yeke Yeke’)
30: Michael Angelis, 76, actor (‘Boys From The Black Stuff’)
June
4: Rupert Hine, 72, musician and record producer
4: Steve Priest, 72, bass player and singer (The Sweet)
8: Bonnie Pointer, 69, singer (The Pointer Sisters)
18: Dame Vera Lynn, 103, singer
19: Sir Ian Holm, 88, actor (‘Alien’, ‘Chariots Of Fire’, ‘The Lord Of The Rings’)
26: Tami Lynn, 77 or 78, singer (‘I’m Gonna Run Away From You’)
29: Carl Reiner, 98, actor, film director and writer (‘The Dick Van Dyke Show’, ‘Ocean’s Eleven’, ‘The Jerk’)
July
1: Sir Everton Weekes, 95, Bajan cricketer
2: Jacque Hylton, 57, beautiful girl and dear friend
5: Cleveland Eaton, 80, jazz bass player (‘Bama Boogie Woogie’)
6: Charlie Daniels, 83, singer, songwriter and musician (‘The Devil Went Down To Georgia’)
10: Jack Charlton, 85, footballer
10: Steve Sutherland, club and radio DJ
12: Kelly Preston, 57, actress (‘Jerry Maguire’, ‘Twins’)
17: John Lewis, 80, American civil rights leader and politician
19: Emitt Rhodes, 70, singer, songwriter and musician
21: Dobby Dobson, 78, Jamaican singer and producer
21: Annie Ross, 89, singer (Lambert, Hendricks & Ross)
25: Peter Green, 73, guitarist (Fleetwood Mac)
25: John Saxon, 83, actor (‘Enter The Dragon’)
26: Dame Olivia de Havilland, 104, actress (‘Gone With The Wind’)
27: Denise Johnson, 53, singer (Primal Scream)
29: Malik B, 47, rapper (The Roots)
31: Sir Alan Parker, 76, film director (‘Midnight Express’, ‘Mississippi Burning’)
August
1: Wilford Brimley, 85, actor (‘The Natural’, ‘Cocoon’)
5: FGB Duck, 26, rapper
6: Wayne Fontana, 74, singer (The Mindbenders)
11: Trini Lopez, 83, singer (‘If I Had A Hammer’) and actor (‘The Dirty Dozen’)
18: Ben Cross, 72, actor (‘Chariots Of Fire’)
22: D. J. Rogers, 72, soul singer
28: Chadwick Boseman, 43, actor (‘Black Panther’)
September
1: Erick Morillo, 49, record producer, label owner and DJ
2: Ian Mitchell, 62, bass player (Bay City Rollers)
6: Bruce Williamson, 50, singer (The Temptations)
9: Ronald Bell, 68, songwriter and musician (Kool And The Gang)
10: Dame Diana Rigg, 82, actress (‘The Avengers’, ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’, ‘Game Of Thrones’)
11: Frederick Nathaniel ‘Toots’ Hibbert, 77, reggae singer (Toots And The Maytals)
12: Edna Wright, 76, soul singer (Honey Cone)
16: Roy C, 81, soul singer (‘Shotgun Wedding’)
18: Pamela Hutchinson, 61, singer (The Emotions)
19: Lee Kerslake, 73, drummer (Uriah Heep)
21: Tommy DeVito, 92, singer (The Four Seasons)
29: Mac Davis, 78, soul singer (‘Baby, Don’t Get Hooked On Me’)
29: Helen Reddy, 78, singer (‘I Am Woman’, ‘Delta Dawn’)
30: Frank Windsor, 92, actor (‘Z Cars’, ‘Softly Softly’)
October
6: Bunny Lee, 79, Jamaican reggae producer
6: Johnny Nash, 80, singer and songwriter (‘I Can See Clearly Now’, ‘Tears On My Pillow’)
6: Eddie Van Halen, 65, guitarist and songwriter (Van Halen)
10: Dyan Birch, 71, singer (Kokomo, Arrival)
12: Saint Dog, 44, rapper
12: Conchata Ferrell, 77, actress (‘Two And A Half Men’)
14: Paul Matters, bass player (AC/DC)
15: Gordon Haskell, 74, singer, songwriter and musician (‘How Wonderful You Are’)
18: Jose Padilla, 64, record producer and DJ
19: Spencer Davis, 81, singer and guitarist (The Spencer Davis Group)
21: Frank Bough, 87, TV presenter (‘Grandstand’)
28: Bobby Ball, 76, comedian (Cannon & Ball)
30: Nobby Stiles, 78, footballer
31: Sir Sean Connery, 90, actor
November
2: John Sessions, 67, actor and comedian
4: Ken Hensley, 75, singer and songwriter (Uriah Heep)
5: Len Barry, 78, singer (‘1-2-3’)
5: Geoffrey Palmer, 93, actor (‘As Time Goes By’, ‘Butterflies’)
6: King Von, 26, rapper
8: Bones Hillman, 62, bass player (Midnight Oil)
11: Mo3, 28, rapper
14: Des O’Connor, 88, television presenter, comedian and singer
15: Ray Clemence, 72, footballer
18: Tony Hooper, 81, guitarist (The Strawbs)
25: Diego Maradona, 60, footballer
28: David Prowse, 85, actor (‘Star Wars’)
28: Lil Yase, 25, rapper
29: Papa Bouba Diop, 42, footballer
December
10: Dame Barbara Windsor, 83, actress
12: Charley Pride, 86, country singer
12: John le Carre, 89, author (‘Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy’, ‘The Night Manager’)
14: Gerard Houllier, 73, football manager
15: Albert Griffiths, 74, Jamaican reggae musician (The Gladiators)
17: Jeremy Bulloch, 75, actor (‘Star Wars’)
21: K. T. Oslin, 78, country singer and songwriter
22: Stella Tennant, 50, supermodel
24: John Edrich MBE, 83, English cricketer
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fablesrose · 5 years ago
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Of Kings and Shadows XVII
Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?
Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)
Notes: On Wattpad –> Here
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"Say what now?" Tony rocked back and forth on his heels to his toes, growing impatient.
Fury slid the file towards him on his desk, "I need you to look for any weak spots on these machines so we can take them down easily on your next mission."
Tony visibly clenched and released his fists, trying to stay calm, "And what happened to looking for Y/n?"
Fury took a deep breath, knowing this was going to get messy, "I'm sorry, but it's been too long with no leads. That can't be our main focus anymore, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
"So you're just going to give up on her?!"
"No, Tony, but we have to accept that we might not find her. We have missions that we need executing and oh I don't know, taking down Hydra!"
Tony's face started to turn red, "All these people!" He pointed towards where Shield agents were working just down the hall, "are just expendable to you aren't they!? All just little pawns ready to be sacrificed for your little game!"
Fury slammed his hands on the desk, "I cared about her too Tony!" The room became eerily quiet, the only sound was heavy breathing. "She was a good agent, I just can't put all of my resources into finding her anymore."
Tony rubbed his face in his hand while nodding his head in understanding. He took a couple of steps towards the desk and slid the file into his hand. He said in a whisper, "I'll look this over, get it back to you soon as I can..." He turned back towards the door, head slightly bowed.
"Tony."
"Yes?" He didn't turn around, only tilting his head towards the director.
Fury opened a drawer, "It-- It's been checked for sensitive Shield information, so if you want to keep it for her..." He gently placed a phone on the desk, making sure to give Tony his space.
Tony turned back around slowly, eyes flickering from the phone to Fury who took a step back. He picked it up gently and gave it a quick once over. The case was worn, well used. There was a crack or two in the glass screen protector, but the phone itself was in good condition. He sucked his teeth for a moment before patting his hand and pointing at Fury with the phone. He didn't say anything, but neither of them needed to. He exited the office and closed the door behind him.
Once Fury was alone he sat heavily in his chair. He didn't know what he was going to do with them. They were already hard to keep under wraps but trying to get them to work now was going to be a nightmare. Fury wasn't sure if he should be glad that he got Tony done early on. He was sure the most vocal, but the others can be challenging in entirely worse and different ways. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eye, it was going to be a hard couple of weeks and Fury needed all the rest he could get.
The file stared at Tony, the metal shavings and oil residue leaving stains around the corners. He really should be working on it, but instead, the lovingly used smartphone in his hand was occupying his mind. He didn't know exactly what to do, even if he acted like it. If there was one thing he did know, however, it was technology. Tony made sure he had Jarvis back up all the information, the notes, the pictures, the music that she lived by.
Tony tried multiple times to open the file to review it, but he found himself picking up the smartphone again and again. He was puzzled at first as he was sure she had a passcode to keep us, snoopy people, out, but she didn't have one when Fury passed it over. Not that it would make much of a difference since both Tony and Natasha were skilled at hacking with Clint having somewhat of a hand for it. Tony wasn't sure what Loki's abilities were, but he wouldn't put it past him. The rest of the team didn't have the technical ability or desire to pry... on Y/n at least. He came to the conclusion that since Shield looked through it they took the passcode off.
He kept flipping through somewhat familiar pictures and smiling at the old songs.
He wasn't the only one who wasn't moving on from the loss.
Natasha kept hacking into Shield and into the compound. She found all the security tapes with Y/n on them. Both Tony and Fury knew about it, but once they saw what she was looking at they let her be. She kept watching the footage, sometimes freezing the frame to see her smiling face, other times watching some of the happy moments together over and over again. Tony sometimes joined her. Not in person, but he would tap into her hacking session and watch what memories she would dig up. She was rarely alone while watching the recordings. Clint would join her. They sat in silence, hearts aching in tune, what would have happened if they had never dragged her into their missions? What if they were never friends in the first place? Fortunately, or maybe less so, they knew they couldn't turn back time, and loss was not new to them. With how long she had been gone, all they could do was hope she was dead, or if she wasn't, that she hasn't been suffering.
Thor was having a hard time wrapping his head around how to cope. He knew she was gone, but his concept of loss seemed different than the others. Maybe it was because he was a god and he perceived time differently. Maybe he came to peace with it more easily, honor, bravery, a true warrior, all that jazz. Or maybe he just had more time and experience to learn to hide it better. Despite his jovial exterior, most seemed to forget that he was from outside of human understanding.
Bruce buried himself in his work. He didn't want to talk to anyone, and if he did talk about Y/n everyone noticed an unnatural color rising up his neck. She was always kind to him, even if they were on a different page most of the time. He would have to leave the compound more often then he used to, get some fresh air. Tony didn't comment or complain when Bruce requested a jet to take him to a deserted wasteland. Sometimes it's best to just let it out and heaven knows the consequences to him bottling up the tension.
Steve never claimed to be close to her. He never claimed to be coping either. He hid behind his veteran demeanor, his captain mask. Steve tried to fall into his formal numbness, going to his go-to, "she was a good soldier." That was, at least, until Tony snarled at him, "We are not soldiers!"
Loki made sure to tread carefully. He knew first hand how much she meant to the rest of them and the means they would go to defend her. He mellowed down the snark and even most of his presence for a while. He was well aware of how much he grated on the others. The rest of the team didn't look any closer at his behavior and just let him be. Loki wasn't sure if he was grateful for that or not.
They all hit a little harder, ran a little faster, and worked a little longer. Caution was thrown to the wind, while also being increased ten-fold. Every camera was double, triple checked to be operational. Battles started to look more bloody, more messy, but oh so more satisfying. Backs were covered like an ironclad, but their own defenses had holes.
They knew it couldn't last forever, wouldn't last forever. They had to move on. This wasn't the first time they had lost someone, far from it. They also knew it was going to be far from the last time. For now, they took pleasure in beating, bruising, breaking, cutting, killing, bleeding. They used their anger for a little chaotic good.
The faint click and sliding sound of the shop door opening caused Tony to raise his head. He finally opened the file and started to review it, but the phone was sitting delicately under his fingertips on the bench.
Loki walked in, his footsteps light, but his shoulders not so much. The tension grew in the room, both men could feel it. Both knew that something better be apocalyptic for Loki to disturb Tony. And that was usually the only time Loki even tried.
"What do you want?" Tony was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially when he noticed the submissive body language that was so much different than when he usually saw him, but after the meeting with Fury and the stirred emotions of looking through the phone, Loki was standing on thin ice.
Loki started picking at his palm, "I- I heard Fury allowed you to possess Y/n's phone."
"Yes?" There was no reason for Tony to be angry, yet, but everything was grating on his nerves anyway.
Loki could hear the strain in Tony's voice and how he was trying to hold back. He tried to not be bothersome, but there was nothing Loki could do better. His eyes found their way to the phone just under Tony's fingers and he gestured a hand towards it, "May I?"
"Why do you care?! Are you going to break it like you almost broke her, huh?!" Tony exploded, his voice echoed around the machinery making his loud voice sound even louder. Tony wasn't sure why he brought it up. They had all gotten past it. No one really held a grudge from it anymore. Tony tried to reel himself in, but it wasn't working very well. He felt his throat clench and his eyes started to sting. He didn't say anything else for fear of what would slip out.
Tony didn't notice that Loki was slouching slightly until he straightened himself. His submissive demeanor faded, but he didn't turn aggressive, yet. "Y/n defended me when she had the power to leave me be and get injured, maybe die. I had yet to repay that debt. She was kind to me despite what I did to her. I understand your emotional state is tender at the moment. My apologies, I will take my leave." He silently turned around and began to head for the door.
Tony swallowed both his emotions and his pride, "No, wait, Loki."
Loki turned to the side so he could converse with Tony.
"I... I'm sorry," he nodded his head to himself, not sure what else to say. He tapped the phone screen gently with one of his fingers, thinking. After a couple of seconds, he picked it up from off the table, he held it out to Loki, "Here, take it."
Loki hesitated for a moment, that soft body language returned when he carefully took the phone from Tony's hand. He looked it over slowly, holding it with both hands. He turned the phone on and noticed there was no password. His eyes flashed with a bit of confusion, but then softened when he was able to see what apps she had. Loki's finger hovered above the music app when he came to it. He looked back up at Tony who was watching him curiously, "She liked her music, did she not?"
Tony let out a huff, "Yeah, I guess she did."
Loki nodded distractedly. He didn't say anything else before exiting the room just as quietly as he entered.
Tony puffed his cheeks and slowly let out a big breath while releasing the tension in his body. He looked at the clean rectangle on the table where the phone once rested. He sighed and attempted to focus on the file that he got from Fury but with Loki's visit his mind returned to Y/n.
"Jarvis, double your efforts on searching for Y/n. I want you looking at everything, especially any Hydra communication we have access to. We have to pick up Shield's slack."
"Of course sir."
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yespolkadotkitty · 5 years ago
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New Traditions, pt 2/2
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This fic has been written with the ever fabulous @hopelessromanticspoonie​ A week later, most of the party planning had been done. For a bunch of legit superheroes, the residents of Stark Tower hadn’t been that much help.
Take for example, the cake. You were gonna push for chocolate, because everyone loved chocolate. A classic. But every-fucking-one was an expert.
Steve: “Those sure are a lotta e-numbers. Do they have those on Asgard?”
Tony: “You can’t beat pecan pie, Spoons. It’s the best. That’s all I’m saying. It’s a clear winner.” It was not, in fact, all he would say, by an awful long way.
Natasha: “I was too busy being trained to kill in my childhood for cake. Although if I had to choose now, I would definitely want lots of frosting.”
Bruce: “Baking is a science. You can’t rush it. You’ve got to make sure you have all the right ingredients first.” Which wasn’t exactly an opinion on what kind of cake to make, and he also didn’t help you run to the store.
Thor: “At what point do we sacrifice the animal?” You were pretty sure he was joking, but you also didn’t stick around to find out, rolling your eyes as you set off for the next Avenger.
Stephen Strange: “As a medical doctor, I can’t really condone cake. Bad for the arteries.” You would note later that this opinion didn’t stop him mainlining three slices.
Clint was the most helpful. As a Dad, he’d made - ”If by make, you mean mixed the contents of a box with eggs and oil, then yeah, sure, I’ve made a cake a bunch of times” - lots of birthday cakes. He agreed with you on chocolate. Simple, sugary, birthday perfection. “And balloons. You gotta have balloons at a party.”
So today was the day. You had filled the conference room with balloons. You’d baked a three tier cake - chocolate and loaded down with fresh buttercream frosting. You’d instructed everyone to be nice to Loki all day, or else you’d enact revenge. And you were the best IT tech Tony had, so he, and they, all knew you were smart enough to hack into their private laptops and expose whatever dirty secrets they might have. 
Although you really didn’t want to do that. Who knew what kind of porn superheroes were in to.
You changed into a sleek red party dress sprinkled with embroidered stars as the lift pinged loudly outside the conference room. You’d tasked Thor (and Jane, because she was the sensible one) with keeping Loki busy and distracted while you prepped the room. Nat and Clint had helped you hang banners and balloons. You’d tried to do it yourself, but Nat had threatened you with “actual dismemberment” if you stood on a chair. You really liked her, on the days when you weren’t terrified of her.
Thor appeared in the doorway, leading a blindfolded Loki. The birthday boy wore a white shirt, open at the neck, and jeans that hugged his lean hips and thighs. Just looking at him made your hormones sit up and your breath catch in your throat.
“Must I be blind for this birthday business?” he drawled to his brother.
“This is fun for the Midgardians!” Thor boomed. “Let your love do this for you, brother. Jane is always trying to surprise me.”
You glanced at Jane. The petite scientist rolled her eyes. “Well, I would surprise him, if he wasn’t like a kid at Christmas with everything. He’s so excited that I always end up giving in early.”
Thor cast her a look of pure adoration and you couldn’t help but grin.
Behind you, Clint lit the candles on the tower of chocolate as Thor steered Loki towards the cake.
“Three, two, one,” you counted down, then moved forward to stand before Loki.
“Ah, kitten.” He lowered his voice so his next, intimate words could only be heard by you. “I would know your scent anywhere.”
You smiled and brushed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Happy Birthday.” The blindfold was silky to the touch as you reached up to it. You reminded yourself to keep it for re-use another time. When you two were alone.
His eyes locked onto yours when they were revealed, full of adoration as he swiped the blindfold from your hands to tuck into his back pocket. He captured your lips in a deep, thorough kiss that stole your breath, his hands splaying across your back to hold you to him. You melted into him, your arms twining around his neck so your fingers could tangle in his sleek raven hair. Throats cleared around you, pulling you from the bliss of his lips on yours, and you tugged on his hair, pulling away with your cheeks flaming.
“Blow out the candles or get a room, Romeo!”
Loki cut a quick glare at Tony, shifting so that you were tucked against his side underneath his arm. Just as he was about to lean in, you patted your hand on his chest urgently, stopping him.
“Before you blow out the candles you have to make a wish! Birthday rules! And, you can’t tell us what it is.”
His brow furrowed, deep in thought as he looked down at you. So many emotions flickered through his gaze in that brief moment that you couldn’t pinpoint just one. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, inhaling deeply before turning and blowing out the candles on your culinary masterpiece.
It was a bit chaotic after that, the party goers swarming to grab a slice of the cake. Somehow, you and Loki both ended up with a glass of champagne in one hand and a plate of cake in the other. People spread out, congregating in small groups about the conference room and spilling out into the recreation room just outside the door. The faint sound of music could be heard in the lulls of conversations, ranging from thumping club music with bass that rattled your eardrums to lilting classical music that smoothed over the crowd. You guessed everyone was taking their turn at playing DJ. Honestly, sometimes it was like living with a bunch of overgrown teenagers.
Loki was off, talking to Dr. Strange. You caught a snippet of “Excuse me? No, you may not have my enchanted cloak as a birthday gift-” when you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air and a moment of peace. You had spent all day working hard to get the party ready for him, and your back was letting you know in no uncertain terms that you would be paying for it tomorrow. With a heavy sigh, you leaned against the sleek metal railing, staring out at the glittering New York City skyline. The never-ending din of the busy city couldn’t reach you up here, just the view of a community that never slept.
“Loki was wondering where you ran off to.”
You glanced over your shoulder, smiling softly at Jane. “He’ll find me soon enough. How’re you doing?”
She propped her elbows up on the railing, shivering slightly from the cool metal against her bare arms. The moonlight caught on the curling ends of her tumbled chocolate brown hair.  “Fine. I’m glad Thor convinced me to step back from work and come. It’s nice to see him and Loki getting along. Well, at least better than they used to.”
“They have thousands of years of history between them. I can’t imagine what that does to a relationship, how you manage that.”
Jane frowned, clasping her hands in front of her. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Dating a being that is, for all intents and purposes, immortal? At least compared to our lifespans? I just can’t fathom it, some days. In fact, any day,” she laughed.
You shifted to face her, cold seeping into your hip from where it was leaned against the railing, offering some relief to your aching body. “It is so weird. And can I be honest?”
Jane’s dark eyes darted around the balcony, reaffirming that the two of you were alone. “Of course.”
You blew a deep breath through your mouth, your cheeks inflated. “It just… It hurts my heart knowing that they’re going to have to watch us die. Loki always talks like I’m ‘it’ for him.”
An unreadable expression passed over Jane’s face, and she opened her mouth to reply when the doors to the balcony opened, Loki and Thor strolling through them to a backdrop of deep bass. They were nothing alike in appearance, one long and lean the other broad and golden, but they carried themselves with the same pride and strength. If nothing else, the matching smiles on their faces as they took in their partners spoke of their kinship. 
Loki’s arms wound around your waist. You caught Thor leading Jane back inside around his arm, the brunette genius dwarfed by the blond god.
“You are absolutely frozen, kitten. Come inside,” Loki beckoned you, tugging you into the warmth of his body, scented with spice and leather.
“Just a few minutes longer. It’s nice out here, peaceful. And I’ve got my champagne jacket on.”
He couldn’t deny you anything, and you both knew it. He rubbed his large hands over your arms, infusing some of his heat into your skin. His mouth anchored itself to the crown of your head, and you felt his smile against you. “As long as we can go inside soon. I would like one more piece of your delectable cake, and I vow I have never seen someone so small as Parker eat so much.”
You laughed, nuzzling your forehead into the hollow of his neck, staring out into the city that didn’t know, nor care, of the quiet moment you shared just then. “He’s a growing boy! That’s why I secreted away another cake in my apartment, just for us to share.”
“Oh, how I love you,” he replied, affection suffusing his low voice. “Thank you, for hosting this celebration in my honor. Aesir celebrations are ever entire family affairs, and so all this… for me - I find it...” A blush crept up his neck and it was just adorable. “Overwhelming.”
Your arms wrapped around his slender torso, squeezing him tightly to you. “And this is just for the first of many, for at least a little while. So get used to it, mister.”
You just barely caught the sadness at the edge of his gaze when he lifted your chin to him, but you didn’t have the chance to question him about it, as any and all thought was driven from your mind with light nip of his teeth on your bottom lip. For an old man, he sure could kiss, you thought, chuckling internally.
“Kitten.” Loki drew back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “When we return home, I have a gift for you.”
You swatted him playfully. “Nuh uh. It’s your party.”
“Perhaps you will humour me?” he teased, holding you close.
The prosecco had clearly wound its way through your veins, because you stage whispered, “Is the gift your impressive dick?”
Loki laughed out loud. “You have either imbibed too much Midgardian alcohol or not enough. Let us remedy this. We shall talk of gifts in the morning.”
You let him lead you back inside to the cheering and laughing of the Avengers and their gathered friends. As you stepped through the doors, Steve started up a “Happy Birthday to you” chorus and you blinked back a tear as not a single person abstained. Today, at least, Loki would remember feeling special. Wanted. And so very loved.
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