svmadelyn wins the internets and a made-up meme

[technosage]

♥ Y'all, svmadelyn wins the internets. Forreals. She runs undermistletoe singlehandedly, is super-organized, and every time I turn around the woman is doing something fabulous for fandom. ♥

She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to

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[technosage]

Thank you. Day got better, mos def, and the schmoop helped!

In some ways, Dick had never been a child. He'd been born to the spotlight, and with that came a mature perspective on other humans that few rarely had. He understood what people wanted to see, and worked to give it to them, and understood better than most that people don't want truth. They want all encompassing illusions that make life prettier, easier, perceptively better even if not in actuality.

In other ways, Dick would always be a child. Born to be the center of attention, he would always crave that. Where others, Tim, found the shadows compelling, content with the work, "urban legend" never sat well with Dick. He needed the applause, missed it, and it was, somewhat inevitably, Bruce's praise he sought.

But even Peter Pan must grow up, and so did Dick Grayson.

Dick had been an "adult" for several years by legal standards when it happened. Home from college, Robin no longer, sharing Bruce's bed and demanding (begging, seducing, inviting, making himself available) to be fucked at every possible opportunity. Bruce will always remember it, because it struck him with such clarity.

All four had been out - Batman, Robin, Batgirl, Dick (Nightwing, yes, but unlike the three, Dick didn't 'wear a uniform', he was his uniform; Nightwing equalled Dick and Dick equalled Nightwing, and to Bruce - not Bat - he was always simply Dick), a routine bust down at the docks. Routine for Bats meant something went wrong, and 'something' did. Two-Face, to be precise, Harvey, and Robin had seen it first.

Robin had seen it first, but Dick had been in a better position to act.

Later, in the Cave, while they dissected it and sutured each other, Batman gave Robin the same kudos he'd accept himself - "smart. what tipped you off?", met Batgirl's hooded gaze and nodded (that much approval sent her in spirals of glee, more made her terribly uncomfortable and self-critical), but Dick...

Bat had been prepared listen for his effusive tale of acrobatic excellence, give pointers and praise with equal weight, clap him on the shoulder. He began, but Dick shook his head, too shaggy to be practical (perfect to frame his fallen angel face) hair falling in his eyes, and slanted his gaze to Robin.

It could have been any night, any patrol. It happened to be this one. And when Dick gave up the spotlight for his little brother with such subtlety and grace as to call no attention to himself for doing it, Bruce realized his boy...isn't.

Broad shoulders deeply scarred, strong hands deft fingered, lean thighs spread wide, intelligent eyes glazed with lust, mind/heart partnered - even so much not a boy, Dick would always be his boy. Later still, alone in bed, Bruce gave him the attention he'd eschewed. Made him the center of his world.

[chocolaticida]

Holy schmoop!!<3

Sorry. Can't say anything really coherent. You've let me stuck in 'Awwwwwww'. This. Awwwww. Just.
Too cute. As Batfic can be cute, of course, and, heh... Bruce, you big softy! Dick, you, you... just. Damn. Aww?
*shakes head in shame*

I'm really, really glad that you're ok now, hon' :)
(If you ever want schmoopy drabbles of the same fandoms you know, just ask ;) But be prepared for some linguistic atrocities! xD Just saying :P)

[technosage]

I know, funny, right? Bat is a sociopath, Bruce is practically a Romantic poet. *hands* And Dick? Dick... *shakes head* Yes.

Dick. *happy sigh*

Also? *facepalm* This could not be schmoopier.

Thank you for the prompt, and the offer. I never turn down free schmoop. Ever! Hee. Comment-schmoop is ALWAYS welcome. *hugs*

[chocolaticida]

But the fun part comes when you realize both Bat and man are so deeply in love with this child who is not really a child... *sighs* and none of them *knows* how to deal with it. So they don't. Cowards *shakes fist* Poor, poor Dick. So in love and so unloved *sighs more*

(The more I think the more I find that Batman is a soap opera made comic. I mean, you have the orphan, the old sage, the sexy sassy girl, the sexy brainy one, lost babies, the drama...)

Heeeh, give me a prompt or a pairing and I'll write you something :DD (Supernatural, RPS, batfic, Heroes, etc ^^ [probably 100 words things, so you can ask for more than one :3])

[technosage]

Awww. I think Bruce loves Dick deeply, very much in love, he can't say the words because they have power. And if he says he loves Dick then Dick will die. Not rational, but Bruce inside-deep is eight, alone, and scared. Dick touches too close on that and the little bit of distance he makes for himself means he can have Dick in his life. Dick understands, mostly, though some days he wishes Bruce would say I love you instead of what were you thinking? when he comes home safe from danger. But he knows what Bruce means, he really does.

*hands* I Bat!ramble, ask drvsilla. Hee.

And, oh yes, Gotham Knights especially is a soap opera. Fabulous. *g*

Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, first deliberate interested touch
SPN, Sam/Dean, first ever not brotherly kiss
DCU, Bruce/Dick, first time Dick realized Bruce meant I love you when he said something else

You don't have to do them all, really, but those would be happy schmoop for a workday.

[chocolaticida]

*writing*

...when he comes home safe from danger.
I just was thinking... that's kind of domesticity there, isn't? They do their job, and they go back home. And home means rest, and peace, and love. Home means family, and in Bruce's mind family dies. And that explains to me somehow why Dick ended up living in Budhaven, when all Batman *and* Bruce wanted was to keep him close and safe.
(Like Sam to Dean... and I'll shut up now).

Ohm, ramble all you want, pretty *g*! I like rambling :P

Gotham Knights is closeted schmoop *nods* totally.

Heh, I already went over 100 words on one of them, but I'll try to make the three... I don't have anything better to do anyway xDDDD

[technosage]

(did you post these and I missed them? you should kick me if you did. *g*)

[chocolaticida]

Oh, noes. I did wrote them but... they're awful, really. My english needs serious revising :o(

Uhm, but I feel bad for offering them so, ok, see for yourself:

***
Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, first deliberate interested touch (100 words)

The first touch is accidental. Mohinder is talking and Peter's the one who's closer. When he points to the bookshelf, his hand strokes Peter face, inadvertently.

(Although he is slightly disturbed by the softness of his skin, and Peter blushing up to his ears is not really comforting. It makes him feel overly embarrassed.)

-I'm sorry.
-No, it's ok.

Then Peter sits next to him when Nathan starts ranting, and their bare arms are close enough that with one small not-so-unintentional movement they are touching. The room suddenly feels warmer, claustrophobically so.

The smile Peter gives him really doesn't help.

***
SPN, Sam/Dean, first ever not brotherly kiss (188 words. Heee, I just fixed it and the result is not so awful :D)

They are tired. Sleep deprived. But there's a house. There's ectoplasmatic goo in the house's walls. A man dies. They go.

It turns out to be some kind of mutant-monster-thing controlled by an old man who hated his son in law. Then wanted to kill Dean because he flirted with the widow, and they only made it out alive because mommy killed daddy when they all figured out the guy was in love with his daughter and without a master, the monster disintegrated.

-Bunch of drama queens -, is Dean's opinion when they finally reach a motel.

They are both barely walking, tumbling with the doors and walls. They fall into the same bed.

-I don't know-, Sam mutters, like talking is a big effort- I. I don't...
-Hey-, says Dean.

And then they are kissing like they have a point to make, and then they are kissing like they lost it somewhere along the line.

-We aren't-, Dean babbles, just before falling sleep on top of Sam-. We aren't drama anything.

Sam laughs wearily and nods, like Dean would see him.
He's so tired he doesn't dream.

***

Like I said, I went overboard with the bat-thingy and I'm really not showing that one. I should probably delete it. And then burn the memory of the PC or something. For its own sanity *nods* But I'm still going to try and write something else, because I like the idea :P

*hugs* Sorry for not posting them before, but... really... I still think they suck. In my defense, I write much better in spanish *sighs, shakes head in shame*

[technosage]

*claps* I love these. Thank you so much!

I especially like Sam and Dean kissing like they have something to prove. Fabulous, and very true.

And I do like the first, accidental, inadvertent touch. Lovely.

Thanks again, honey, much appreciated!

[chocolaticida]

You don't know how glad I am that you liked them \o/ *huggles* And... I'd write more but I'm falling sleep. So. Yay for boys kissing and touching!<3

[technosage]

*facepalm* I really should proofread before I post, eh?

*wasn't instead of isn't

And the "Later still" should be a separate paragraph. *SIGH*

[chocolaticida]

Heh. Don't worry, hon. With all you've had to write, there were bound to appear two or three little mistakes per fic xD

[technosage]

I'm something of a perfectionist, I fear. If there were a way to edit comments, I'd be in trouble. *hands*