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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Doctor's Orders

Jim groaned softly as he sat up in bed, hair ruffled, eyes squinting against the low light. Spock, across the room, looked up from his PADD, a hint of affection his eyes.

Good morning, Jim.

And that made it better, hearing Spock’s voice, feeling the warmth of his love. But still…

You never came to bed last night.

He knew he sounded wounded. Needy. He didn’t care.

Spock was there, crouched beside the bed, cradling Jim’s hand in both of his. You’re looking better, but Leonard said you needed rest. I’m not going to argue with your doctor.

A grunt, a hand flap of dismissal. I can rest with you in our bed.

Spock’s eyebrow lifted. Jim shrugged. I don’t always—

The eyebrow, impossibly, raised higher.

Alright, alright. And Jim was laughing, and warm, but his bruised ribs protested and he gasped.

Back to bed, Spock commanded. Jim obeyed.

You’ll stay?

Spock’s fingers brushed, ever so lightly, against Jim’s.

Always.

NaPoWriMo day 10 - Kirk/spock and "you never came to bed last night"

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

for a moment

it’s dark but she doesn’t need to see to know he’s there

hello spike

a soft chuckle from somewhere near her bed (their bed?) can’t fool you love

he’s silent barely disturbing the air as he moves but he’s there holding her

..for a moment she forgets about being chosen ..for a moment there are no demons no monsters no vampires no slayers ..for a moment she is only buffy and he is only spike and all that matters is his lips on her temple

NaPoWriMo day 6 - spuffy and darkness

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Respect

Buffy and Spike fight side by side.

She doesn’t notice at first, it’s just a thing that happens. It just is. There’s a threat, they face it together. Soon she learns to just know where he is— when she should duck so he can strike, when she should go left because he’s going right. It’s natural as breathing, as fighting vampires.

When she realizes, when she truly sees, everything falls into place.

He never demands get behind me! like she isn’t the Slayer, like she’s some weak little kitten who needs a big strong man. He assesses the danger alongside her.

She’s saved him. He’s saved her.

Again and again—

in more ways than one.

NaPoWriMo day 12 - buffy/spike and "get behind me"

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

If you give an Avenger a blanket...

1.

“Why do they call them animal crackers?” Clint holds up a bear-shaped cracker, contemplates it, bites off its head, waves the headless corpse at Bucky. “Taste this. It’s clearly a cookie.”

“Oh no. Whatever will we do. Sound the alarm, Avengers assemble.” Bucky’s voice is bored, devoid of inflection, but he ruins it with a wink.

To be fair, both of them— all the Avengers, really— are more than a little bit bored. All the big bad villains (and the little, kinda naughty ones) have been quiet for weeks. At first it was nice, a surprise vacation, then they waited for the other shoe to drop… and now they’re just bored. Bucky’s read every book he could find. One wall of their living room is full of arrow holes.

And they’re almost out of coffee.

2.

“This was a great idea.” Clint stretches, curls into Bucky’s side.

“All my ideas are good ones.” Clint can hear the smile in Bucky’s voice. He shoves, teasing, but pulls Bucky right back.

“He’s right,” Steve says from …somewhere. Clint can’t see much, just the red and blue plaid blanket suspended a few feet overhead.

The common floor has been turned into   one     big       blanket         fort.

Tony insisted on handling the design, though Bruce had a few good suggestions— using Thor’s hammer as a counterweight turned out to be key. Sam and Steve argued over the prime ‘behind the sofa’ location until they finally agreed to share (to no one’s surprise). Natasha made popcorn, sat and ate it while everyone else worked.

3.

“Only one thing could make this better,” Clint says, almost mournful.

“Pizza’s on the way.” Tony sounds smug.

“Oh man I love you.” The words are out before Clint thinks them through.

“I heard that.” Bucky’s chest rumbles under Clint’s suddenly flaming cheek.

Everyone laughs.

NaPoWriMo day 3 - winterhawk and this list of words (I used almost all of them!):

◦ cookies ◦ pillows ◦ animals ◦ pizza ◦ coffee ◦ dog ◦ bear ◦ thought ◦ blanket

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Teenage Sensibilities

They looked each other over, checking for injuries. Before, when things were new, they’d been more subtle— sideways glances, fingertips brushing over bruises— but now it’s just the usual thing. Satisfied, Spike tucked a strand of Buffy’s hair behind her ear, held a cool palm against her cheek.

Alright, love?

She nodded. You?

It takes more than a falling bookshelf to hurt me.

What about that time—

He kissed her nose. None of that. It’ll damage my dignity.

An exaggerated gagging sound interrupted.

Can you please not be disgusting when I’m here? Honestly. Being a former inter-dimensional key to hell and a teenager is bad enough.

Buffy and Spike exchanged a look.

Dawn groaned, pretended to choke. I told you to stop!

Cover your eyes, Buffy said, winking at Spike. We’re going to be “disgusting.”

Spike smiled into her kiss.

NaPoWriMo day 25 - "fluffy spuffy" for @crochet-by-jae

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

This Won't Fade Away

He didn’t want to give her up.

The Doctor shook his head trying to clear the thought. Rose had been with him two weeks (sixteen days three hours nine minutes fifty-seven seconds) …how could he possibly know—

He loved everyone who travelled with him all of them (to varying degrees) from the very first time he put his hand out and asked Susan if she wanted to see the universe. Their names were written on his hearts with indelible ink.

But Rose…

Rose turned from the doorway the blue and green and white of the earth filling the space behind her delight painted in her eyes in her smile. His hearts sped up a tiny fraction breath caught in his throat and time didn’t matter.

NaPoWriMo day 23 - nine/rose and time

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Better

Now is not the time for long-winded explanations of the effect of dogwalkers on traffic patterns, or the superiority of peanut butter ice cream

over any other flavor. It is not the place for voices raised in a spirited debate on the best pizza toppings, or

the validity of pineapple as a pizza topping at all. No, the only sounds here are distant and vague, twisted and turned by the wind

to sound more like the rushing of water than the rushing of people— in cars, on foot, lapping at the shores

of the towering buildings all around.

They are quiet, the archer and the soldier, perched high on the edge of this monument to hope and protection,

each thinking their own thoughts, but occasionally, unknowing, they both think that sitting here together is better

than being anywhere else alone.

NaPoWriMo day 18 - winterhawk and time Author's Note: This is heavily influenced by the hour I spent—just prior to sitting down to write—flipping through my Billy Collins books, reading poem after poem. It's not inspired by any particular poem, but definitely has a spark of his style. I hope. 💜

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

angel, always

it hurts it hurts it… (a hiccup) it hurts

(a sob)

eyes empty unfocused snow white wings streaked with blood and gore that would eventually dye them black— it was all aziraphale could say

it hurts

crowley remembered

his fall had been slower not so… abrupt but he remembered the pain the finality the broken bloody wings

when crowley reached out to help aziraphale up his eyes flashed full of fear and fire

don’t touch me!

(a shriek)

crowley’s head snapped back the words were a slap (it hurt so much worse than a slap)

shame radiated from aziraphale i’m… crowley I'm dirty

gently like approaching a wild animal crowley took aziraphale’s battered hands in his helped him to his feet

no all of this— he gestured to the bloody feathers the grimy tattered clothes— it all washes away becomes clean you…

he squeezed tenderly experimentally

you’re still my angel

NaPoWriMo day 16 - fallen aziraphale for @rauchendesgnu