#theme: protectiveness

[cozyrei]

I posted a new story yesterday!

Title: Lost and Found

Fandom: NCIS: Sydney

Chapter: 1/4

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[batfamilysays]

can you do a jealous/protective older!damian drabble💗💗💗

i hope you like it! to me a drabble is anything less than a thousand words

LIPSTICK SMEARED COLLARS!!

older!damian wayne x gn!reader

word count: 893

warnings: mentions of dicks (insults) and insecurities surrounding body image. not proofread, i'm tired

Regret is a prominent emotion, though not all reliable.

It comes fast at times, gliding through your bones and souring your mood like a tart citron, and burning your insides with heat and anger. Other times it swells up throughout time, slowly augmenting in pressure until it threatens to devour you whole.

For Damian Wayne is comes fast - the moment he sees you enter the grand wooden doors of the manor he regrets inviting you. The gala was a charity event for his father, with ornate gold dishware and fountains of cheese and honey, and oh was the decor a sight to be seen.

Asking you to come with him had been a good idea at the time - a hopeful ploy to not be painfully bored and instead enjoy a date night with his significant other.

It’s not the embarrassment of you that clouds his head when you come - no not at all. It’s quite the opposite, to be honest - he’s fully embarrassed by the others at the party. Old men with hungry eyes that eat up your body and tongues that flick out to wet their chapped lips. It disgusts him because yed you’re the most gorgeous person to ever live but that’s not all you are. You’re kind and sweet and way too obsessed with conspiracy theories.

So yes, the regret comes quickly, as do his hands around your waist, lips pressing onto the crown of your head, whispering a quiet, “Hello hubibi, you look absolutely stunning.”

With a giggle you turn to look up at him, “Seems you're not the only one who thinks so - who knows maybe i could get myself a sugar daddy here?”

It’s a joke - and he would have found it funny had the possibility not be so obviously there, “We can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shake your head and move his hand from your waist to your hand, “No, this is your dad’s event and it’s important to be here. Let’s just have a good time and try to get drunk on the cheese fountain.”

“That’s germ city.”

“I work at a library - I’m also germ city.”

“Touche.” Damian feels a bit lighter, a bit less anxious with every squeeze of your hand and stolen stare as you walk down the steps to the main event, “Tell me if anyone bothers you ok? I’ll make them wish they hadn’t come.”

It’s sweet and makes your heart pulse in your chest - beating so rapidly blood flows to your cheeks and nose, dotting along the constellation freckles and moles.

You pull him to the center and wrap an arm around his chest, moving his hands to your waist, “Are you going to dance with me, Mr. Wayne.”

“Depends on if you can keep up.” He moves his hands a little lower and you roll your eyes with a bit back smile.

You have always been a bit insecure about your body, you rarely let people touch you. But with Damian Al’Ghul Wayne it was different. You trusted him - simple as that you trusted and loved him with all you were and all you ever would be. You trusted his wandering hands were for teasing and his lips on yours were more than just a hungry desire. You knew this from the way he caressed your cheek and asked for permission every time (even if you insisted he didn’t need to), You knew this from the way you felt the kiss in your toes and wrap around your soul. You knew this from the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear when he thinks you're asleep. You know this because your heart hurts so much to be away from him you feel as though you might combust.

A tap on your shoulder jolts you from the sweet melody of his rhythmic breathing, you turn to look up from where your head is resting on his shoulder to see a man a bit older than Bruce staring at Damian’s hands on her ass. In turns Damian tugs you closer, shifting so your back is against his chest.

“Mr. Wayne, it’s so nice to see you’ve brought a … friend.”

He nods curtly, hand collapsing yours so tightly it almost hurts, “Yes, perhaps you should bring one of your mistresses next time?”

“I hardly see how that has to do with what I said -”

Damian, still fiddling with your rings, tilts his head, “It doesn’t, just thought I’d let you know not every person wants to get in your wrinkled trousers.”

By now the man is fuming, ears red from embarrassment as people watch the scene unfold, “Look here kid ,”

“It’s Damian, Damian Wayne. This is my house and I suggest you leave.” He closes his eyes, trying desperately to calm himself down and not batarang him into the 1800s (which was probably when he was born considering how dated he was. )

“O-Oh, um, Look Mr. Wayne why don’t we let the lovely person speak for themselves.”

“Why don’t you shove it in your dust bunny dick.” Snapping you step forward, “And next time you want to harass someone maybe don’t do it with booze breath and lipstick smeared across your collar. Maybe explain that to your wife before trying to explain your interest in me.”

Never has Damian Wayne seen someone walk away so ashamed - metaphorical tail between his legs.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Carol Danvers Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, Established Relationship, Bisexual Sam Wilson, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Sam and Bucky are good with babies, Skrulls can be cute too, Fluff, WinterFalcon Week 2021, Protectiveness, Bucky Lover of Babies, POV Bucky Barnes, Sam Definitely is Too Attached to This Cutie Too lol, I'm bad at tagging stuff lol Series: Part 2 of WinterFalcon Week 2021 Anthology Summary:

Day 2 Prompt of WinterFalcon Week 2021: Protectiveness

I decided to not take the route of Sam protecting Bucky or Bucky protecting Sam in lieu of Bucky being an insane man doing too much to keep a rescued baby safe and protected 😂

EXCERPT:

“Uh…Bucky,” said Sarah, looking around at his and Sam’s apartment as if unsure where to start, “What the hell happened to your apartment?”

This didn’t stop Bucky from his very important work on the sharp corner of the counter as he said, “Baby proofing.”

“I mean,” said Sarah, glancing down on the ground now covered in a million pillows, “There’s baby proofing and then there’s making your very own DIY padded room.”

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So, I saw the event the @winterfalconweek is hosting and I thought it’d be fun to make some fics based on the WinterFalcon Week 2021 prompts! 😆Enjoy! 😊 

[crowscry21]

Atypical

I wish I had a sister like her

[jories-kid]

James Baldwin is one of my favorites. He was a storyteller who got to the heart of a matter, and shared it all with you. Long before I was born he was thinking of how his work, intentions, and actions would affect my generation. He is one of the reasons I love words and people who’s voices sound like melted chocolate. In one of the last things Baldwin wrote he spoke about his duty as a writer to be a witness . As I think about his role as a witness, I think about the necessary trust given to him by those he witnessed. They trusted he would validate and affirm their stories. He, in turn, protected them from the evil fate of the single story. Folks he witnessed for had him to stand on when the world tried to erased them and their experiences.

We all deserve a Baldwin in our lives. We are entitled to having someone bare witness for us, to love us. The way we make room for them is to master vulnerability, and emotionalism. Although unfair sometimes we have to keep our emotions close to the vest in order for our witness to sit closest to the “stage”. Our Baldwin’s have to be able to hear a clear and vulnerable story. That validation feeds us, strengthens our bones, and illuminates what sometimes is lost within us.

Affirmation

January 16th 2021

“ I deserve a witness and I’ll be a witness. I will protect myself and those within my reach from being a victim of the single story.” 

[lostkitty420]

When you introduce your new friend to your core friend group and he starts dating one of them.

[scarfish]

Google search: How to kill a man who mocks your sibling's turrets and disabilities

(Seriously, please give me suggestions)