Snuggles

[buckynats]

snuggle with someonespecial

What better time than these cool, crisp mornings or rapidly lengthening nights to jump right under a warm blanket with that irreplaceable person in your life? Even if you're not sleeping together - heck, even if you've not been straight with your feelings and you're not officially an "item" - there's nothing wrong with cuddling up. Grab a book, get some hot cocoa, turn on the TV (if you're in an era where the tube's available), or just enjoy each other's presence on the couch or in the bed.

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#therplife

[shequasar]

[ Who needs personal space, indeed? Definitely not Ryuu, apparently, if a clinging Childe is anything to go by. It's been a very long day for everyone, and the schedule for the next few days will be just as packed — and after today, even Ryuu is exhausted, though he tries not to show it.

He can definitely feel the weight against him, but Ryuu doesn't shake him off. ]

Hey.

[ Let him just ruffle Childe's hair a bit, okay? This is fine. ]

Feeling tired? You did great today.

[chosenmischief]

Maybe some cut up fruit, so I can feed it to my favorite little Colette~

[holeyjudgment]

[ A blush appears at the mental image alone. ]

W-we could do just that...

[rekd]

Right. There's that, I guess.

[ he's surprised when the chopsticks clink on the bottom of the bowl. he hasn't even been looking all this time; caring for someone like this comes so automatically to him. it's his love language.

he sets the bowl on his nightstand and licks his thumb, carefully cleaning off haru's face. ]

Will you lay with me for a little bit?

[greedalwaysworked]

Not often do they come across lulls in-between jobs, but they come along every now and then. Even Crows have to sleep eventually. Jesper is sprawled across a mattress on the floor, knowing full well he should sleep, but... he can't. He's been trying for what feels like an absolute age. He's certain he's heard two separate hours' bells by now.

He lets out a long-suffering sigh and groans. One long, drawn out sound, without a single word to accompany it.

[razings]

Stretched out on a MATTRESS for once, Wylan is in a state of near bliss. Only nearly because of somebody making a fuss and wrecking his almost slumber. Sighing deeply, he sat up on his mattress and looked over at Jesper. His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. He did not nearly die earlier to give up the luxury of sleeping on an actual mattress.

"What is your problem?" he asked, pausing only for a moment before he carefully crawled across the space to land on the edge of Jesper's mattress. He would have preferred not being on the floor but he couldn't be too selective at the moment. "How are you not tired? I can barely keep my eyes open." He tried to keep his voice low since the others weren't too far away. They were probably sleeping, though. Lucky jerks.

just let him go apeshit reki its ok man just lay back and let it happen

[beheaded]

[ he chuckles affectionately, because reki takes always his craft seriously, takes the wonderful rush of skating so deeply to heart that sometimes riddle finds it miraculous that there's even room for him in there. the strange thing is, riddle is certain he would still love this wild-hearted and beautiful boy even if there wasn't a place for him in there.

while he's infinitely grateful for reki's adoration, right now he's only interested in basking in it. reki holds him tight, accepts the way their legs twine and how everything about them fits together; even when riddle pulls back slightly it feels natural, because he gives reki a full smile now, weary from the demands of trying to outskate the unoutskatable, but still undeniably warm. happy, even. ]

You're right. If I start to slow down, you'll reach back for me to pull me along, won't you? Then Adam's big damned head will slow us both down. Better to nail it down, or stretch his skin out into a vinyl so I can step all over it while we skate together.

[ this isn't the sort of thing he says often. riddle is do or die, victory is always, always the goal. but reki, the only force crazy and fiery enough to stand up to him, the only person on this big beautiful planet who has ever made riddle want to live for more than the next one line of praise from his mother-- reki has turned him around (somewhat) and made a gentle heart out of him. ]

That's what matters the most, right? The two of us, staying together no matter what. Forever.

[singlemantear]

[He can tell Cas isn't amused.]

I know, I know. I'm just joking.

[Dean sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He knows he owes Cas and Sam for pulling him out of that dark hole. Again.]

I uh, don't know that I thanked you yet, for uh, not letting me kill my own brother. For bringing me back.

[He looks up at Cas. He means it.]

Thank you.

let me know if any of this doesn't work for you!

[perfectlyfine]

Truthfully, almost no one in the Batfamily has a normal relationship with physical affection, and they're probably all varying levels of touch-starved at all times. Tim certainly is, but he's used to it and typically copes via the good ol' bat stand-by, repression, which works... sort of, most of the time, but then there's Scarecrow and his toxins, and suddenly, Repression(TM) isn't good enough. Symptoms include heightened depression and anxiety and generally feeling like garbage and very badly needing a hug but also being kind of freaked out at the thought of going to someone and asking for it. (Not that asking for a hug without freaking out is a trick normally in his repertoire.)

He's pretty sure the chemicals fucking with his head will wear off eventually, probably twenty-four hours at the most, and he's honestly fully prepared to wait this out with a weighted blanket and a 24+ hour Depression Nap, except that he outsourced analyzing Scarecrow's toxin to Oracle. She informs him in no uncertain terms that he is not sitting this thing out alone, she will see who's available to spend some time with him because this shit could go seriously bad if left alone.

When Jason arrives, he's burrowed into the couch - like, actually burrowed, it's possible that he's kind of wedged himself in between the cushions and the back - in addition to the weighted blanket wrapped around himself and hey, maybe Oracle had a point about not being able to just ride this one out alone.

it's great!

[red_hoods]

Jason knew he would regret owing Oracle a favor from way back when. Desperate times, though. Truthfully though, Oracle is probably one of the only people who could ask Jason to do something and he'd do it with very little argument. She's not like the rest of them. Not in Jason's head, anyway.

This is a pretty big thing to ask of Jason, though. He's the last person for the job, he insists. He might be the most freakish of them all with his touch-starved repression, and don't even get him started on trying to admit he has feelings and emotions, even though that's all that ever drives him.

The thing is, it's not just details of what Oracle is asking him to do that bother him- it's the person, too. He and Tim... they have a complicated relationship, to say the least. The main problem is that if there were anyone he had to cuddle up with, it would probably be Tim, which only makes Jason want to run from it even more.

But it's life or death, Oracle says, and he does owe her, so he heads to Tim's very reluctantly, letting himself in with the pass code Oracle supplied him with. He doesn't really know what to expect, but it's definitely not Tim looking smaller than ever as he's got himself so curled into the couch that it's hard to see where the couch ends and where Tim begins.

"Honey, I'm home," he deadpans, tossing his jacket aside and kicking his boots off next to the couch. he has a feeling he might be here a while, whether he likes it or not. He wonders if Oracle had informed Tim that it would be him babysitting tonight.

[perfectlyfine]

If Tim had been consciously guessing who Oracle was going to send, he probably would've put Dick or Steph or Cass if she was in town at the top of the list. Jason would be... well, Jason hasn't tried to kill him for a while so they're certainly doing better than they have in the past, but he's not exactly the person Tim would expect to volunteer himself for this mission. Which means Oracle probably had something on him, which is -

It's fine. What it probably means is that Jason is here to monitor Tim's condition, maybe prevent Tim from doing anything inadvisable, possibly provide just enough contact to stabilize him if it goes too far. Tim will just manage with his weighted blanket and his couch after all. "Jason," he says after a long moment, which is probably for the best because by the time he speaks, he's worked out most of the question that would be in his voice otherwise.

[asaviorshand]

[Dimitri had been lost in thought. So when Jean approaches, he doesn't take notice until she speaks. He then turns his attention toward her.

Ba-dump.]

Ah, er, n-not at all! I-I think I like it.

[Color is pouring into Dimitri's face like water into a glass.]

[red_hoods]

Tim might wish it was Dick, Steph or Cass by the end of the night. Jason is not good at things like this. Terrible, actually. He should have gotten some better tips from Oracle, but instead he was already scoffing at what she was asking him to do.

Awkward.

Even now he's not really sure what to do, because they're not usually in positions like this, and seeing Tim curled up here, looking so damn vulnerable- it's highly uncomfortable- which is strange, because it's not as if he hasn't tried to kill Tim on more than one occasion. Water under the bridge, hopefully.

"So I'm guessing you know Babs sent me. She said you have a... problem." He shifts a bit, one foot to the other, then slowly comes over and just kinda stands there again. "You sure someone doesn't have an antidote for this?" And by someone he means Bruce, though he'd rather not talk about him if he doesn't have to.

[perfectlyfine]

Jason would need to take out a billboard to make it any clearer that he's not comfortable with this, as if Tim needed any further reason to decide that he's just going to have to deal with this pretty much on his own. He'll manage.

"Oracle would've told us if there was." He lets his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see Jason right there and fight the urge to reach out to him. "It's not that bad."

[red_hoods]

"I only get called when it's pretty damn bad, so..." he drags his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out how to approach this. It's true, though. They really only do call him when it's real bad, and he's the only one who can bail them out.

Logically he knows that they would have given Tim an antidote if they had one, but it's worth checking twice, isn't it? Jason definitely thinks so.

"You know, this is what happens when you don't take care of the problem. It just keeps coming back, over and over again. Not everyone who gets hit with that toxin has someone to help them out. A lot of people are alone." He can't help mentioning, only because he feels like these bats and birdbrains cause their own problems. They do this to themselves.

If Scarecrow were to be eliminated, no one would have to suffer from his fear toxin again. If he were eliminated, there would be less chance of a copycat as well. But of course that's one step too far.

[perfectlyfine]

Of course Jason feels the need to bring that up, because it's Jason. Tim's not sure if he's trying to pick a fight right now or just being prickly because he's uncomfortable, but it doesn't really matter much. Even if he had the energy for this conversation, he's not sure anyone's going to be able to change Jason's mind.

But mostly, he's tired. "You don't have to be here," he points out. It's not a suggestion, he doesn't necessarily want Jason to go, but he feels like someone has to point this out because frankly, he needs Jason to get his shit together and figure out if he's even willing to be here right now.

[red_hoods]

Jason's always prickly- but okay, he's especially so right now because he's uncomfortable. He truly can't believe that Dick wasn't available for this. They know each other much better anyway, don't they? He could have pulled himself away from whatever half ass job he doing across town.

But he's here, isn't he? He made it this far, which is already a lot for him, considering the situation. He isn't leaving either, no matter how weird this may be. His shit is perfectly together, and hey, it's not as if Tim looks any more relieved or appreciative now that he's here. Jason can't imagine Tim actually wants him here.

He wants to tell Tim that he's missing the point when he says he doesn't have to be here, but he supposes when a person is on the fear toxin, the point isn't ever going to be there anyway. "You're right. I don't have to be here, but I am. So... what do you need me to do?"

[udderchaos]

[ reki doesn't have to ask him twice. he carefully moves around on reki's bed until he was lying down beside him, an arm quickly draped over him as he gets more comfortable. ]

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

[rekd]

[ reki sighs as he settles against haru, half honest contentment and half still stuck on the misery of being helpless. but at least that sadness is softer here where he can pull haru's face against his chest and tangle up their legs like he never means to let him go—technically the truth, since he's not sure how he's going to let haru walk away no matter the consequences.

there are more immediate and pressing concerns, though: ]

Belly full?

[knucklesbloody]

⟨ Okay, so now things are sinking in. That nervous look resting on Gar's smile cause his brows to ebb inward. He shifts, but doesn't get up exactly. Fist leaning up on his forearms to really take in all that had happened. Like where they were and what fucking time it was. Recounting last night. He did struggle with these things but not as much as he used to. ⟩

If you had something to be sorry about, you'd know by now. ⟨ The assumption was more than accurate of him to make. It was always hard to tell how Jason was going to deal with something or not deal with something. Still, it just sucked being reminded how fucking difficult he was. A sigh left him, his body rolling to reach out for the pack of smokes on the night stand. ⟩ Why would I hate you for that?

god babe ur gonna get his ass kicked

[rekd]

That's what I'm saying.

[ there's no thrill that matches the euphoric rush of them being so perfectly synced, no high-flying aerials or daredevil dives that could ever compare to the way reki's heart gets going when it's just the two of them weaving through traffic or exchanging looks under the covers. doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing; this connection is what truly makes him feel alive.

he's so glad to see that smile again, like a beacon in the dark for how much light it lets into riddle's rosey face. he reaches out to appreciate it with his touch, mapping the soft curve of his cheek like he's trying to learn the look of it blind. no, he's not naturally violent and the thought of hurting someone on purpose makes his stomach twist, but he can't say that if this smile was on the line, he wouldn't do practically anything to keep it there. because of that, the grin he flashes isn't the purest one in his arsenal. ]

I'll even dress it up with roses for you so it doesn't harsh your aesthetic. I'll make sure everyone still knows you're the queen, even if you've got some poor sap's skin ironed across your deck. I won't let you be anything but breath-taking.

[ he already sounds so proud, and he is, earnestly and impossibly. his gaze drops down to riddle's perfect heart-shaped mouth imploringly, but he doesn't kiss him yet; he'd rather press in closer and just let their mouths brush so that he can feel that smile for himself. ]

[udderchaos]

Belly's full and feeling spoiled...

[ haru tilted his head to smile at reki. he knows... reki must have a million thoughts going on in his head right now, but... if he could at least alleviate one of them, maybe he'll look less burdened. haru reached out to stroke reki's cheek with that soft smile. ]

Thank you...

[rekd]

Good.

[ oh, that smile. it really is his biggest weakness. reki threads his fingers through haru's hair and sighs all over again. ]

If you wanna talk about it, just know I'll listen, Haru. But if you wanna forget...

[ he can do that. for him. he can trace haru's brows and lean down to kiss him until all haru has left in his world is just reki and his hands and his lips. ]