When Breath Becomes Air -Paul Kalinithi
A seasonal read. Family, humanity, health, literature and science. The vulnerability of this man during his cancer journey is astounding. You sit with it and it carries you in this melchanlony daze that leaves you more appreciative of the impermanence of life.
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falling asleep with hobie brown! (sfw)
huge thanks to @michelleart8 for helping me choose
huuhhh title pretty self explanatory lmao
idk if i'll make this with other characters but like
yea :3
(half fully written fic half headcanons ?) (yknow what i'll do both)
bit of hurt comfort towards the hug scene? idk
also reader and hobie are in an implied established relationship
(word count: 250/300)
it was one of the many nights you spent waiting for hobie to come back home. with the two of you being spider people, you had a very few moments together.
but it didn't stop you from being in love.
coming home later than your boyfriend, or at least you thought you did, you took endless precautions to not make any noise. (which tbh doesn't make any sense tbh let's js say you're a quiet person)
just in case, you know, he did come home earlier than you...
the first thing that hit you as soon as you entered your appartment was that the window - which you often left open when you sleep so that your boyfriend could sneak in without waking you up - was closed.
you didn't pay it no mind as you thought it was the wind.
you headed to the bathroom to get into your pyjamas, where actually were one of hobie's old t'-shirts- which smell reminds you of home.
you then go to the kitchen to get a midnight snack, your all time favorite.
as you turned around, you notice the presence of your boyfriend.
"hobie? is something wrong?" you ask as you run to hug him.
he gave in the hug, shoving his head into your shoulder.
"so... tired... " he mutters, "glad i'm home..."
it was no surprise: the pressure of being a spider-person was extremely high. even though hobie tried his best to hide it, but even he needed to let it out sometimes.
(time for hcs bc idk how to truly describe the scene + it'll be easier)
i feel like he takes all the room there is on the bed like he'd be in some starfish position
somehow you're always touching him whether he's the big spoon or with your head on his chest or his arm around your shoulders
if you're scared of storms he would hug you close and confort you
"it's ok honey, it can't hurt you as long as i'm with you"
he plays with your hair when he can't fall asleep and wonders how non black people's hair work
if you're black/ a person of color he'd go like "ooo their hair is so cool :0
he secretely likes being the little spoon but he never asks for it
"ya can't sleep huh? want me to sing a sothing melody for ya?" (don't judge i have no idea how british people talk)
he always asks you if he can move if you're laying on him - if you're asleep he just doesn't
I KNOW HE WOULD CONFORT YOU IF YOU HAD A NIGHTMARE
"y'had a bad dream ? c'mhere i'll comfort you"
he braids your hair when he can't fall asleep
idk i feel like he only feels at peace in smalls moments like this when he's with you
also when the two of you can't sleep he plays you songs on his accoustic guitar (idk i feel like he's been given one when he was a kid and that's how he started learning)
maybe holding hands under the blankets? also you conforting him after a very tiring day he'd have his head on your lap and he'd fall asleep like that
he probably pushed you out of the bed more than once
"what the fuck are you doing on the floor??" but then he'd know it's his fault and js laugh about it
that's all i got for now i think i'm v tired atm i'll probably edit this later or do a part tO but like xdd hope you enjoyed ;3
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Here's the premise, certain Batfam members are at a charity gala trying to get fingerprints from a target. Steph plays at waitress and carries away an empty glass, but she gets bumped into and all the glasses shatter despite her best efforts.
"Shit. Well, good thing he drinks like a fish." Steph said over their comms as they eyed the second wine glass.
"It's the fourth one on the tray," Tim declared, watching the glasses, moving through the crowd.
"They're in a circle."
"It's the one with the half milimitre of champagne still left--"
"No, it's not." Bruce said. "It's the one closest to the waiter, the one with the smudge."
"This is ridiculous." Damian announced, "I'm getting his phone."
"He'll notice, don't do that," Bruce muttered, trapped with some obnoxious businessman and moments from spilling something to get out of it.
"I'll get it back to him in two minutes--"
"I can keep track." Tim argued, trying to move to get it, but Dick grabbed his arm, dragging him along.
"Come here," Dick ordered, walking them both right up to the man. "So nice to see you tonight, have you met my brother yet? Tim Drake Wayne, he's very eager about interning at your company."
Tim played along instantly, shaking the guy's hand. "Is it true you've managed to get around the cost of catalysts for your hydrogen fuel cells?"
"It's still quite new, but if you're serious, we can definitely set something up."
Tim grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have a number I could--"
"Oh absolutely. Here." The man handed over a business card.
"We got it," Dick muttered over comms as Tim carefully put the card away. "Anyone bring the disulfur dinitride?"
"Car," Bruce said, irritated when he realized he was trapped.
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Everyone thinking Damian would be a horrible teacher who is as tough on Lizzie as Bruce and Talia were on him. Meanwhile, Damain teaching Lizzie....
"You did good, by the way."
”I'm proud of who you've become."
"Just trust yourself."
"You have raw power and natural skill."
"One day you'll be the best, but right now, you can be yourself. That's enough."
"That was excellent."
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