#“unmasked” alright buddy

[saintluil]

mike can be read as trans if you try hard enough

+original panel

[fangswbenefits]

Broken

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Angst + hurt/comfort (some fluff)

To say you were pissed off would be the understatement of the year. There was only so much a single person could withstand when it came to this.

You kept shoving your belongings hurriedly inside your backpack, determined to leave his place before crossing paths.

It would be better this way. For everyone involved.

That was until you caught sight of flashes of electric red outside the bedroom window.

“For fuck’s sake…”

You took pride in being fast, but Miguel O’Hara was faster and far more relentless, and before you could react, he was standing tall beside you. “Hey.”

Your spine snapped straight like a whip and you glared at him. Unmasked and unmoving. There was guilt written on all over his face, which fueled your anger even more, because now you knew you were justified in your feelings.

“Bye,” you said, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and heading towards the open window ready to take a dive into the cool air of Nueva York.

“We should talk,” he called from behind you.

“Nah, we’re done.”

“Let’s talk.”

You turned back around, walking straight into his chest.

“I’m done with you,” you said with an indignant growl.

“You’re not being reasonable,” he said.

“Reasonable?!” you hissed. “You let our personal relationship get in between work! You dismissed my perfectly adequate advice during that mission, because I’m just some toy to you or whatever.”

He held up a finger. “Now, see, that’s the issue. You keep misunderstanding things.”

“Okay,” you huffed, reining in your temper as you planted your fists on your hips. “Tell me why you ignored my advice — no, tell me why you always do this. I’ve been here for years and any new recruit has more of a say than I do! Is that because we’re fucking, huh?”

You hadn't bothered to keep you voice down, which you knew was a sure way to get on his nerves, but you couldn’t care less.

But evidently Miguel did care. “Can you calm down so we can talk?”

“You don’t take me seriously,” your went on. “I mean, what is this? I don’t know what to do with whatever it is we have — had,” you promptly corrected yourself. “We screw around, I then try to prove myself on the field, and you shut me down like I’m a nuisance.”

You were about to turn to leave through the window when he held it one hand to you, causing you to roll your eyes and folding your arms. “You’re not sweet-talking your way out of this.”

“That's alright, then.”

Miguel’s hand fell to his side, and he just stood there in silence, eyes boring into yours.

You scowled at him. “Well?” you demanded. “Go on. Why so quiet now?”

“I know you’re upset with me,” he said, face hardening.

“Nice observation skills.”

“I shouldn’t have been that harsh,” he sighed.

You scoffed. “It keeps happening, so it’s a habit by now. We’re both old enough to know fully well how to separate personal from professional, right?”

“I do, but you don’t,” he said simply. “You need to understand my position here. It’s a great deal of responsibility, and you can’t expect to be favoured just because we got involved.”

“Excuse me? I never expected favouritism.”

“But it sure looks like it. Look,” he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “In here, you have my attention, but out there I need to have yours. For the sake of each mission.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. “Attention? What attention, Miguel? Aren’t we just fuck buddies? Wasn’t that the understanding?”

His shoulders slumped. “Initially, yes. And I could stand here and blame it on you, but it’s entirely my fault.”

“Now, why would I be blamed? And for what?” you asked impatiently. There was this unshakeable feeling creeping in on you telling you he was merely speaking in riddles with the sole intent of being purposefully vague. “Are we just going to throw blame at—”

“Because you have feelings for me!” Miguel’s temper finally exploded.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but no sound came out.

An empty silence weaved around you, filled only with the beeping sound of Miguel’s watch which he promptly silenced.

He had made it abundantly clear that your relationship was purely built on the principle of mutual pleasure. You both had needs, and it was a very straightforward ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ type of deal — albeit concerning different body parts.

Miguel broke the deafening silence first. “Trust me, it was against my better judgment.”

“Why didn’t you stop, then?”

There was no point in denying the feelings you harboured for him. There was only so much intimacy one could experience with someone else before other thoughts crept through your mind.

But what really made your heart clench was that mownyou knew that he knew, and it made things worse. So much worse.

Miguel took a long and deep breath. “Because by the time I realised how you felt, I found myself enjoying your company more than I had anticipated.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I should have stopped it,” he went on. “I don’t like dealing with attachments. Those lead to liabilities.”

Well, you’d sworn to yourself not to cry because of this. But the lump was in your throat and your eyes stung, and when you spoke your voice had turned into a whisper. "You should have told me," you said through clenched teeth.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to put that pressure on you!” you exploded, feeling your eyes water. “I knew it was one-sided, so what would be the point? But knowing that you now know just makes me feel so…”

Miguel paced to his bed, taking a seat by the edge. “This is why I said it’s my fault. I can’t have this in my life.”

Your eyes widened. “Have what?”

“This!” he grunted, motioning with both hands to the two of you. “This is what I do. I get involved and fuck things up.”

“You can’t control how others feel about you,” you said as you brushed a teardrop with the back of your hand. “All I want is your respect.”

“You have it.”

“Then show it! Your words mean nothing if you don’t act accordingly.”

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. “You want what I can never give you.”

“Respect?”

He shook his head. “Love.”

The word carved into you like a dagger and not because it was a lie, but because it was painfully true.

“Why do you think I fell for you? The sex? Sure, it’s great or whatever,” you said, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “No, Miguel. You showed me a side of you that you show no one else. You made me feel special.”

He seemed taken aback, but said nothing.

“Everyone here thinks you’re cold and distant and some vessel of righteousness,” you went on, feeling a couple of droplets stream down your face and leaving a damp trail behind. “You want everyone to think that, but you are not that person.”

Miguel scoffed, breaking eye contact with you. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“Oh, but I do,” you take a few steps closer to him, wanting him to stare back at you again. “It won’t kill you to feel something other than anger and resentment, you know? We’re humans. It’s in our nature to bond with others—”

“But we’re not really regular humans, are we?” he scowled deeply, crimson eyes narrowing at you. “I haven’t been with anyone since…” his voice faltered, hands gripping his thighs tightly. “I’m too broken.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

You saw something twist his features. Miguel didn’t like being challenged. He was so terrible at handling his emotions, that anything that he couldn’t control he grew to resent.

“I wanted you to hate me,” he said abruptly. “During missions… just like what happened today.”

“What? Why?”

“Because making you hate me felt easier than me not having feelings for you.”

There it was.

That sentence alone was enough to have your lips quiver shut, heart thumping loudly and head feeling dizzy.

“You’re an idiot,” you managed to say after a while.

“What?”

The sudden flare of rage nearly consumed you. “How could you even think that? How broken are you to convince yourself that you’re not worthy of having normal feelings for someone else?”

“Because I can’t afford it,” he explained as he rose to his feet. “The moment I give into my feelings for you, you become a liability.”

You shrunk away, feeling suddenly really tiny. “I think us getting involved was a mistake.”

He looked at you, surprised. “You’re just saying that because you know this isn’t going anywhere.”

“No, I'm saying it because I feel guilty,” you murmured, hugging yourself for comfort. “I will never understand what you’ve been through. I won’t pretend I ever will,” you paused momentarily, pondering your next words. “But I feel selfish for wanting more.”

“I'm a selfish kind of man, too,” he remarked evenly.

You nodded.

He took a step towards you and you took one back, bumping unexpectedly into the wall. Miguel seemed caught off guard by your reaction and froze, hands held up. "I’m not going to ask you to continue this.”

“It’s better that we don’t,” you whispered unconvincingly. “I’ll get over you.”

“Yes,” he said with a shrug, reaching out to touch a hand to your cheek. “I totally agree.”

You nearly melted into a puddle at his touch. It was like a punch to the stomach, knowing that he could so easily get under your skin.

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

You swallowed hard. “You don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel forced to be with me.”

“Too late for that.”

Your eyes zeroed in on his and he froze under the ferocity of your glare. “It’s fucking sad, Miguel. That it took things getting out of control for us to have an honest conversation.”

“I agree,” he said. “But maybe it was necessary.”

He was now stroking your cheek, and as much as you wanted to flinch away from his touch, he had somehow managed to melt your insides.

He leaned closer and you snapped your face away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of submitting.

His lips were near your ear. “Do you want to part ways?”

Your jaw clenched.

“I’ll respect your decision.”

You screwed your eyes shut, blocking him out and seeking clarity. “What if I think we should give it a try?”

“Then we must set boundaries,” he said, breath fanning your ear. “You’re an amazing spider-woman.”

You gave him a cynical snort.

“And I think we shouldn’t be paired in further missions unless strictly necessary. At least until we figure this out.

You shared the sentiment, but also craved reassurance. “But you need to let me in, Miguel. I can give you space whenever you need it, but you can’t keep building these walls around you,” you took a deep sigh. “You don’t have to with me.”

His hands were moving down your sides, and you let your backpack slide down one arm, falling to the ground. He came to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“I know.”

Having him this close to you never failed to make your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bringing both arms to cradle your face, pulling you into his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

Somehow, that confession brought a faint smile to your lips. “No, you don’t.”

“Was that a smile?”

“No,” you huffed in annoyance.

“I think that was a smile.”

“Stop it. You sound as obnoxious as Lyla,” you mumbled.

“Well, I did program her,” he said, hands caressing the back of your head adoringly. “Are you calling me obnoxious?”

“Maybe.”

“Ouch,” he feigned pain in his voice.

Your stubbornness crumbled at once and you finally wrapped your arms around him.

“How could you ever think your feelings were one-sided?” he whispered, lulling you in his arms. “Silly, silly spider.”

Masterlist

[handypolymath]

Friday meme - tagged by @crankygrrl

Last song: currently listening to myNoise, "Sea Organ" (custom settings should be embedded in the link):

Songwise I've been spinning a lot of 70's Dolly Parton these days, but mostly running podcasts and ambient -- music is not running hot for me right now, but I expect in another few months I'll be curious and hungry for it again.

Favorite Color: I love a good phthalo green, but I adore plum purple:

Last Movie Watched: First time watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. This number was the highlight for me -- from her upside down cross looking earrings to the little black cuffs on their wrestling spankies.

An interesting cultural piece that's for sure, and I may revisit it wrt mid-20th-century meditations on mercenary heterosexuality. For example, in all the allusions and homages to That Pink Dress & Tuxedos musical number, I'd never clocked the chandelier giving Legend of the Overfiend vibes:

Currently Watching: 30 Rock, for the quintillionth time, tending my funky little rock garden of headcanons.

[e.g., Floyd DeBarber is the most insidiously terrible guy Liz ever dates -- and the alcoholism is none of it -- I really do worry about Caitlyn's mental health and physical safety, and I'm glad she has the "well fuck you too buddy" example of Liz doing Bible Mad Libs in the midst of her nuptial mass]

[oh he's gonna kill da wabbit alright : / Meanwhile, Liz subverts the genre by sailing through danger like Mr. Magoo]

[the danger in this case being 1. think you're marrying a peer 2. get your dreams sacrificed to resolve the two-body problem 3. sacrifice your body pumping out more student body for St. Prep's or whatever 4. get upgraded when Floyd makes partner]

[least. satisfying. Land of Cleve. montage. ever.]

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory, yes please.

Relationship Status: is Addams. Best friend, playmate, true co-parent, intellectual equal, and great fun to break a bed with. A few decades ago we met under an ausipicous sign:

Last thing googled: Mechanical keyboards. My typing is self-taught on a '67 Smith Corona electric and I have never been able to retrain my fingers to strike softer. I miss the satisfying typewriter thunk and tactility of Making Words Manifest.

Current Obsession: Exploring life outside of a survivial mindset.

Curent/Last Read: Blood in the Machine by Brian Merchant; Doppelganger by Naomi Klein; Feeding the Other: White Privilege and Neoliberal Stigma in Food Pantries by Rebecca de Souza; Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed (rereading); Unmasking Autism by Devon Price; The Will to Change by bell hooks; Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle by Emily and Amelia Nagoski (re-reading); Happiness Becomes You by Tina Turner (read in April, considering re-reading); The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow (rereading); doesn't include the ones I'm truly stalled out on or in queue.

Looking Forward To: being able to hang with friends again; cherry season; fireflies; new glasses; my first tattoo; making more art.

Tagging in all who'd like to play!

[semi-imaginary-place]

Tiger & Bunny 2 thoughts

I agree with my impressions from the first 13 episodes, that while T&B2 wasn't bad, the original T&B had overall tighter writing. The overall feel of the two seasons and the hearts of souls of the two seasons are the same but the original Tiger & Bunny just does it better. One of the main contributors of this is that T&B2 struggles at time with pacing and tension. Take the last 5 or so episodes of the season 2 its like the show can't decide whether the heroes have severe injuries and should be hospitalized or if they're actually alright and just have a few scratches and so their state flip flips several times between scenes. Now the reason for this is for the narrative, so the story can hit its proper emotional beats of failing against an overwhelming force only to come back at the last moment and win. This isn't bad however I could not suspend disbelief long enough to actually buy into the narrative, the story just wasn't convincing enough. It's like if I had just read the overarching plot summary of T&B2 cour 2 I'd think it was great and the perfect second season, but the devil is in the details and while on paper the plot sounds great, the execution wasn't quite there. Tiger & Bunny has always been a workplace drama masquerading as an action show and in season 1 it does so convincingly and balances those two aspects well. Here in season 2 the workplace drama is still strong but the super hero action show is weak which isn't as much a problem as you'd think because again this is primarily a workplace drama. However, T&B does put narrative important arcs in its action parts and when those parts are weak it drags the rest of the show down.

While the super hero action show was a weak point let's talk about how the ideas in the second season were perfect. Two of the core concepts in the original T&B were Kotetsu having work problems, and his growing relationship to Barnaby. A man who's been working his job for some time and is starting to get into his middle years is overshadowed by a young upstart who thinks he can do better. From the beginning a lot of Kotetsu's problems were made to be relatable to your average working adult, management changed, now hates him, and pressures him into things with the threat of firing him, he struggles to meet the demands of a job he is increasingly unsuited for, his preteen daughter hates him. These very normal problems are contrasted with Barnaby busy off being a little revenge boy trying to unmask a global criminal conspiracy and learning that his father figure and head of the hero agency brainwashed him for years, and most of his memories are fake. The growing relationship between Barnaby and Kotetsu is what carries the show and them (emotionally) through season 1 and it was really great to see the continuation of that in season 2. The conversations between Kotetsu and Barnaby were probably the best moments in season 2. In season 2 we see the deep trust between them and because their relationship is so stable we thus get to see more of the other cast members and their new co-worker problems. The addition of Mattias was a good choice as their is Barnaby's first friend outside of work and is another step in him reclaiming his life. And while in season 1 Kotetsu struggled with the possibility of his career ending, in season 2 now its Barnaby's turn. One of the core themes of season 2 is how people are stronger together we see this in everything from the new Buddy system of HeroTV to how the main threat of cour 2 is Aubun who represents "believe only in your own power" and who is of course defeated by the cooperation between Wild Tiger, Barnaby, and Lunatic.

Lunatic was always meant to be a mysterious threat you can see this in how inconsistent his characterization was in season 1, he was always whatever the show needed him to be whether as a foil to kotetsu or a deus ex machina to move the plot along. Like the show can't seem to decide what to make of them, if Lunatic is out there killing people who didn't do anything like Ivan's friend who didn't actually kill anyone like even a manslaughter charge is a little iffy, to oh Lunatic's actually got a point about people the justics system can't catch. So that talk between Yuri and Kotetsu about Mr. Legend was excellent as it directly addresses how that past hero deeply affected both of them and their opposing senses of justice. I'm still not quite convinced he's dead given Lunatic was able to disappear in a burst of flames before but that might be giving the writers too much credit in remembering what happened in the original series.

[theblackwarden]

Ⓐ try me.

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words || A walking sack that surely leaks of rot both moral and physical, it lumbers around with all the grace of a dying animal which must obviously be put down.

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex || I will pierce her flesh with a thousand burning stakes that will make this land a safer place, and I will take the greatest pleasure in every thrust.

Level of friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || HATE

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them || From the very first time I heard condescending filth crawl out of her mouth like vermin escaping a corpse, I knew my life had been cursed with burden.

Current impression of them:

I HATE THEM SO MUCH || I DON'T LIKE THEM || I DON'T TRUST THEM || THEY ANNOY ME || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce(?) || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them || SHE MAKES ME WISH I COULD INFECT SOMEONE

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed || On the occasions she has been unmasked, he has seen her tongue. Even for the briefest of moments and in the smallest of ways, he has seen that soft pink thing. How it wriggles and writhes. How it slithers so gleefully in her mouth like a tapeworm inside a gut. He wonders how something so tiny could be so wretched. It is not only her juvenile barbs, but everything it has spoken of in her life. She was one of those scientists, was she not? A doctor or some such? What disaster that has spawned from their tiny pink things? How different would this world be if someone had gripped them and torn them out.

[rafael-silva]

At First Glance: a buddie fic

Buck had no idea that the next call would hit so close to home. Too close. And that it would knock him off balance, in more ways than one.

Buck has his past locked behind a door but a call with a little boy unexpectedly rips that door wide open and brings it all rushing back. Eddie helps Buck through it, and Buck opens up to Eddie about his past, his parents and the years before he joined the Fire Academy.

Plus, the first time Eddie calls Buck Evan.

a/n: okay so! I saw a post on @buckleystrand‘s blog on different situations where Eddie calls Buck ‘Evan’ for the first time and I developed this with haley! and then I got an idea for a second part and THEN developed it more and thought of a third part, so this is going to be lengthy and I am excited! 

tags: hurt/comfort, panic attack, angst, buck’s past, kid fic, team as family, hand holding, buck is so strong and brave, not-good-fathers

It had started out as a normal shift. Laid back, even. The crew had gotten a few calls but none of them were hard to handle, and Hen and Chimney were called out with the ambulance a couple of times for minor injuries and easily took care of them and were back just in time for lunch. Eddie and Buck had helped Bobby in the kitchen with their lunch preparations; some salads and simple yet delicious sandwiches, while Hen and Chim were out.

Buck had no idea that the next call would hit so close to home. Too close. And that it would knock him off balance, in more ways than one.

And he wasn’t prepared for it.

*****

The bell goes off right as the crew had finished lunch. Pushing their chairs back and quickly getting to their feet, they’re by the engine and getting their turnout pants and coats on in a matter of seconds. They jump in and race towards the scene.

Athena’s police cruiser is pulling up the two story house just as the engine comes to a stop in front of the front yard. Bobby hops out, already giving Buck and Eddie orders and meeting his wife halfway.

“You were called too?”

Athena nods. “Multiple 911 calls were made from his house over the past few weeks, the line stays open for about ten seconds, with no one saying anything, before hanging up. Wanted to see what’s really happening here.”

Bobby nods, and surveys the house in front of him. “Eddie, Buck, gear up, you’re going in. Do a preliminary search and get anyone out. Stay on the radios and keep me updated, we’ll lift the arial but the window for assistance and we’ll be ready to hose it down.”

“On it, Cap,” Eddie nods.

He and Buck swiftly lift their oxygen tanks, holstering them on their shoulders and securing them. They wear their masks and grab their axes, making their way towards the front door.

Eddie tries the knob but it doesn’t budge. He steps aside for Buck to kick it in, which he easily does.

“Fire and rescue, call out!” Eddie yells as he steps into the house and starts following the smoke.

But repeats his best friend’s words and follows him.

“Who called it in?” Bobby asks.

“Neighbor,” Athena points to a lady standing nearby, “she saw the flames coming from the bedroom,” she then points to the room overlooking the street.

“Do you know who lives here?” Bobby walks over to the neighbor.

She nods. “A father and his son, about eight. But I don’t see them often. They tend to keep to themselves. Well, the father tends to keep the boy away from everyone.”

And on cue, the father emerges from the side of the house, presumably from the backyard. His eyes are wide at seeing the firefighters and Athena.

“Sir? Sir,” Bobby jogs over to him. “Are you alright? Were you inside the house?”

“Yeah, I was in the backyard, what’s going on?” His eyes widen more when he looks up and sees the flames, now engulfing the curtains.

“You mean to tell us you didn’t notice the fire inside your home? And that is was your neighbor that had to call it in?” Athena asks in her unimpressed tone.

“I was in the backyard on a business call, there was no fire when—Jake, where’s Jake?”

“Your son?”

“Yeah, I left him upstairs. He was playing on his iPad,” he replies and immediately tries running towards the busted front door, only to be stopped by Bobby.

“I can’t let you go in there,” Bobby says.

“My son is inside!”

“And my guys are on it,” Bobby responds. “Which room was he in?”

“In his room, on the other side of the house, that’s my bedroom on fire!”

Bobby grabs his radio and presses down. “Eddie, Buck, how’s the search going? I have the father with me here and reports that there is a boy on the second floor, last known position North East bedroom.”

“Negative, Cap,” Eddie radios back. “That room is clear. Buck cleared the rest of the floor, we’re heading to the South East bedroom now.”

“What was he doing in my bedroom?” The father mumbles under his breath, clearly irritated by the information. “He knows he’s not allowed in there.”

He says it in a loud enough voice that Bobby and Athena catch it and share a look.

Inside, Eddie follows the smoke and finds Buck working on the bedroom door, which swings wide open and a large puff of smoke escapes into the hallway.

“LA fire and rescue! Call out!” Buck yells and waits. Before he yells again, he hears a small cough coming from somewhere around the bed.

“Eddie,” Buck taps Eddie’s shoulder and points towards the bed.

“Go, I’m right behind you,” Eddie nods.

“Fire and rescue,” Buck repeats, in a much calmer tone.

Another cough.

Buck points to the bed, telling Eddie the noise is coming from under it.

Eddie nods again.

Buck slowly approaches the area, getting to his knees and taking a peak under the bed.

He finds the little boy curled by the wall, his ocean blue eyes wide and scared and face covered with black ash. And it breaks Buck’s heart.

“Hey, buddy,” Buck says, hoping it's not too muffled by the mask. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

The boy doesn’t respond.

Buck’s now lying on his stomach on the wooden floor and slowly begins extending his arm towards the boy. The boy shrinks back further towards the wall, getting more out of Buck’s reach.

“I need to get you out of here, bud,” Buck says. “I need to make sure you’re okay.”

The boy remains silent.

While Buck has been talking to the boy, Eddie had grabbed a few blankets and managed to put out some of the fire around them. Sensing his presence back at his side, Buck turns to look at Eddie and shakes his head.

Eddie grabs his radio. “Cap, we found the boy. But he’s hiding under the bed and he’s scared. Buck’s talking to him now. I managed to get some of the fire under control but it’s still spreading.”

“Copy, Eddie,” Bobby replies. “Sending fire extinguishers until you clear the room.”

“Copy, Cap.”

“I know you’re scared, little man, I would be, too. But I promise you’re going to be okay,” Buck tells the boy.

With no response, Buck pulls back and goes to remove his mask.

“Buck, what are you doing?” Eddie quickly asks, seeing Buck’s movement to remove his mask.

“I think the mask isn’t helping, I think he needs to see my face,” Buck answers. “And breathing isn’t so bad.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Eddie pleads.

Buck nods and goes back into his previous position, lying on his stomach. “Is this better, buddy?”

For the first time, the little boy actually looks at Buck. He seems to relax a little bit at seeing the firefighter’s unmasked face.

“I know, bud, I think it’s better, too. I’m here to help you, and to make sure you’re okay.”

The boy seems to start gravitating towards Buck, but Buck’s next words don’t help matters.

“That’s it, come on, buddy. Your dad is waiting for you outside,” Buck says.

At the mention of his dad, the little boy’s eyes widen again and he pulls back the small distance he had moved forward. And that look, the look of absolute fear drawn on this little boy’s face, Buck knows that looks, knows it all-too well. He’s seen it in the mirror.

His heart drops and a wide burning pit is slashed opened wide in his stomach.

He frowns, moving to look at Eddie.

“What?” Eddie asks.

Buck doesn’t reply, instead, he shifts his attention back to the boy.

Eddie doesn’t have time to ask again because he hears his name being called from the window that isn’t on fire.

“Eddie!”

He quickly goes and grabs the two fire extinguishers and puts them to use, clouding the room with white smoke and putting out the fire.

Taking a deep breath, Buck manages to push his mask under the bed. “Can you do me a favor, bud? Can you take a deep breath for me? We don’t have to move right away, but I need you to breathe for me,” Buck says, not wanting to rush the boy and to calm him down.

Ever so slowly, the boy reaches his arm and takes the mask, doing as Buck asked.

“Good, good,” Buck says as he watches. “I can make a deal with you, how does that sound?”

The boy nods, his blue eyes not leaving Buck’s own.

“I’ll get you out of here, and I’ll stay with you until we get to the hospital. I won’t leave you alone, I promise.”

Something in Buck’s voice, and in Buck’s eyes, made it easier for the little boy to trust Buck. To move towards him again, both physically and mentally.

“P-promise?” The little boy asks, his voice so small, Buck would have missed it if he hadn’t been concentrating and waiting for it.

“I promise, buddy. I’m Buck, what’s your name?”

“I’m Jake.”

“Hi, Jake,” Buck smiles. “I got you, okay?” He extends his hand.

After a few moments of hesitation, Jake’s hand grazes Buck’s and holds onto it.

“That’s it, bud,” Buck encourages Jake and slowly begins helping him out from under the bed.

Buck places his mask over Jake’s face and holds him close.

Jake wraps his arms around Buck’s neck and buries his face against Buck’s turnout coat.

“I got you, Jake, I got you,” Buck reassures the boy, holding him tightly and looking at Eddie.

“Let’s go,” Eddie nods. “We’re coming out, Cap.”

Bobby orders for the water hose and the crew and Athena watch as Eddie and Buck exit the house, the blond cradling the boy against his chest.

“Jake!” The father runs towards the firefighters but Jake shuts his eyes at hearing his dad’s voice, holding onto Buck tighter.

“I got you,” Buck whispers and puts on a straight face, moves past the father, and he keeps moving forward, even when the father yells after him.

“Hey, hey! Give me my son!” The father screams in an aggressive tone.

“I’m sorry, sir, Jake needs to be checked out by our paramedics first,” Buck says, not turning to look at him and heading towards the ambulance.

Bobby frowns at the exchange and notices how firmly the boy is holding onto Buck. “Sir, I’m going to ask you to step back, give us room to work.” He then turns to Athena and whispers, “something isn’t right.”

She nods, and senses she’s starting to understand those 911 calls. She watches closely as Buck hands Jake over to Hen, Jake not letting go at first but Buck says something that lets Jake’s grip on him loosen.

“Don’t let his father come close,” Buck whispers to Hen. He then looks at Athena and she understands his eyes.

“We have to take him to the hospital to get checked out,” Hen says, looking at Buck.

“I’ll go with him,” the father jumps at saying, his anxiety and nerves showing through his body language.

“Actually,” Eddie speaks, having noticed everything that went down, both inside the house and outside. “He has to go to the hospital, too,” he points at Buck. “He took off his mask to give Jake oxygen so he needs a check up, too.”

Buck gives Eddie a small, thankful nod.

“Can’t he just, go to the hospital in the firetruck?”

“That’s against protocol,” Bobby says, “he needs to go in the ambulance.”

The father sighs, annoyed. “Fine. I’ll follow in my car.” He turns on his heels and leaves without any further words.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Athena tells Buck as he climbs into the back of the ambulance.

Buck nods and sits back.

Jake moves closer to Buck and Buck gently wraps his arm around the boy's shoulder as Hen places an oxygen mask over Jake’s face.

“Deep breaths, buddy,” Buck says.

They get to the hospital ten minutes later, Athena right behind them.

Buck stays close as Hen wheels Jake into the ER and relays information to the doctor and nurse. Jake looks at Buck and Buck smiles at him.

Athena comes to a halt next to Buck. “I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” Buck replies.

“He’s really freaked out and his dad, the way he reacted to him…”

“I know, Buck. I’ll look into it, see what the doctors say after looking him over.”

“And his father?”

“I’ll keep him away.”

Buck nods. “Please keep me updated.”

“I will,” Athena promises.

“Hey, buddy,” Buck steps into the room, Athena on his heels. “Are you feeling better?”

Jake nods.

“That’s good. Listen, I need to get back to work, but this is my friend, Athena, and she’s going to stay with you,” Buck explains. “She won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Jake thinks for a few moments. “Promise?”

Buck smiles. “I promise.”

Soon, after getting checked out himself and getting the all-clear, Buck hops back into the ambulance and they head back to the firehouse.

The only thing on his mind during the ride is Jake.

*****

Buck jumps out of the ambulance and doesn’t say a word as he mindlessly walks up the stairs where Bobby is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up when he spots Buck, followed by Hen and Chim, walking into his line of sight.

“How’s the little boy?” The Captain asks.

“Hanging in there,” Hen replies. “He’s shaken up, Athena is staying with him.”

Bobby nods and turns to look at Buck, who has moved away from the crew and sat himself on the dining table. “And Buck?” He asks in a lower voice.

Chim shrugs. “Hasn’t said a word.”

“Let’s keep an eye on him, it wasn’t an easy call. And the way the little boy was holding onto him…”

Bobby had no idea how hard that call was for Buck.

“For sure, Cap,” Hen replies.

“Where’s Eddie?” Chim asks, looking around.

“Checking the oxygen tanks,” Bobby responds.

As planned, they keep their eyes on Buck. He mostly stays distant and stays silent, which is starting to worry them because both those things are so unlike Buck. But they don’t want to bombard him either, they want to give him space and hope for the best.

Until ten minutes later, when Buck drops his phone on the table and violently pushes his chair back, resting his elbows on his thighs and dropping his face into his palms.

“Buck?” Bobby frowns, getting to his feet and walking towards the younger man. “Buck, you okay?”

Buck doesn’t respond.

Bobby shares concerned looks with Hen and Chim as they stand next to him.

“His breathing is elevated, his shoulders are tense,” Hen observes.

It’s clear Buck was trying to keep his breathing under control, but he was failing. His chest was tight, his quickened breathing not giving his lungs enough time to use the oxygen, and his face was hot, it was so hot he felt like he needed to jump into ice water. His entire body was on fire. And he was starting to shake.

Before anyone can say anything else, they hear footsteps on the stairs, followed by Eddie’s worried voice.

“What’s going on?”

“Something’s not right,” Chim answers, motioning to Buck.

“Buck?” Eddie says, doing his best to keep his worry under control. “Hey, Buck.”

Eddie walks between Chim and Hen and drops to his knees in front of his best friend, taking in the taller man’s state and condition.

“He’s having a panic attack,” Eddie remarks, his eyebrows knitting together. “Christopher has had a few of them,” he adds.

“Buck, Buck, it’s okay,” Eddie says, “you’re safe.”

Buck doesn’t budge.

Eddie tries again. “Buck, it’s Eddie. Can you look at me? You’re okay.”

Slowly, Buck starts lifting his face and faces Eddie, but his eyes are hazy, unfocused, the blue so clear and swimming in unshed tears.

And this time, it’s Eddie’s heart that breaks at the sight.

“That’s it, Buck,” Eddie nods. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around Buck and to hold him close, to protect him, but he knows Buck’s reaction to such an action could be unpredictable. And Eddie doesn’t want to make it worse.

So, Eddie uses the one thing he can use to help Buck: his voice.

“Buck, focus on my voice,” Eddie guides him in a stable tone. He takes a deep breath, “Buck…Evan.”

Eddie watches it happen in slow motion. He watches as Buck’s eyes go from hazy to landing on his own brown ones, and steadily begin to focus.

Eddie could cry with happiness.

“Eddie?” Buck whispers.

“Yeah, I’m right here, you’re okay,” Eddie gives Buck a small smile.

“Eddie,” Buck sighs, relieved at finding his best friend’s kind face.

“You back with me?”

Buck swallows against his dry throat and nods. “Yeah, I just…”

“Breathe with me, breathe in for five…now hold it for another five and slowly blow out,” Eddie leads. They repeat it a few times until Buck’s breathing is under control. “Do you want some fresh air?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck replies.

A few minutes later finds Buck and Eddie sitting side-by-side on a bench outside the firehouse.

“The fresh air helping?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, it is,” Buck responds.

“Good.”

A few moments of silence.

“You called me Evan,” Buck turns to look at Eddie.

Eddie nods.

“This is the first time you call me that,” Buck’s eyes roam over Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, I just, I thought it would help, get you out of the trance,” Eddie explains. “Something that you haven’t heard from me before.”

Buck nods. “It did, it helped and…it was nice to hear. Thank you, for bringing me back.”

Eddie shrugs it off. “It was nothing, I’m just glad it worked and that you’re okay.”

“I haven’t had a panic attack in years,” Buck sighs.

“Listen, you don’t have to…you don’t have to talk about it if don’t want or if you’re not ready. I got your back, remember? No matter what,” Eddie smiles.

Buck takes a deep breath. “I appreciate that, I do. But I think…I would like to tell you, to talk about this…with you.”

“Then I’m here to listen,” Eddie promises.

“I haven’t talked about this in…years.”

“Take your time,” Eddie replies.

“The call earlier today,” Buck starts, “it, uh, it hit really close to home. Because…I saw myself in Jake.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie frowns.

“I was Jake,” Buck looks at Eddie, his eyes sad, face drawn in pain, eyes glassy. “The whole thing, with the dad and…that was me. I know you could tell that something wasn’t right, and you are correct. It wasn’t right. That man…the moment I looked into Jake’s eyes, I knew.”

Eddie nods. “I thought he was just scared but the way he reacted to his father…”

“Yeah, that kid was not scared of the fire, he was scared of his dad,” Buck sighs, taking a moment to really let that sink in, that statement that brought back so much.

And Buck started sensing the feeling of dread climbing back and making its presence known in his chest. But then he looks to his side, and seeing Eddie there, next to him, it grounds Buck, and he takes a deep, slow breath, letting it out evenly.

“Your father…” Eddie speaks, his mind still catching up to what Buck has been saying.

“Wasn’t a very good father,” Buck nods.

“Wasn’t?”

Buck shrugs. “I think my parents are still living in Pennsylvania. Last I heard, at least. I left when I was eighteen and never went back. Or looked back. I haven’t thought about it in a while, but with Jake today…”

“It brought it all back,” Eddie says.

“Yeah. I travelled around, ending up in South America and stayed there for a couple of years, bartending. And when I returned to the States, my father reached out to me. And not to tell me to come home or that he missed me or to check on me, but he wanted to say how disappointed he was that I just…left, that I didn’t ask about them. Basically that I took my life into my own hands and…did what was best for me. He loved control, and he controlled me for most of my life, but then I left and he lost that control. And Maddie had already left. He just wanted that control back, he never cared about me or what I wanted,” Buck opens up, staring into the distance as he spoke. “He was manipulative and cruel and selfish.”

Eddie’s heart drops at Buck’s words, shaking his head. “Buck, I’m so sorry. I hate that you went through that, you deserve so much better.”

Buck shrugs. “I enlisted with the SEALs soon after that, but that didn’t really work out for me. Wanting to make a difference, I joined the Fire Academy and well, here we are.”

“Here we are,” Eddie nods, not taking his eyes off Buck.

“I just…I’ve always had this feeling that…I wasn’t enough, that I never will be enough,” Buck admits, closing his eyes.

Eddie’s frown deepens at Buck’s statement. “Buck, no. No. Hey, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me,” he begs.

After a moment, Buck peels his eyelids open and looks at his best friend. Neither say anything for a few seconds, instead, Eddie’s eye roam down to where Buck’s hands rested in his lap and then back up at the blue irises.

“That’s not true,” Eddie states. “You are enough, God, you’re more than enough.” And after a second of hesitation, Eddie reaches out, taking Buck’s hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You are enough, Evan Buckley, and anyone would be blessed to have you in their life.”

And in that moment, Buck is feeling so much. Feeling Eddie’s skin on his, the way Eddie’s thumb is caressing his hand. The warmth spreading through him, from Eddie’s touch and words. Something was filling Buck, something soft and peaceful. Hope and joy, and trust. So much trust. It all takes Buck’s breath away and he can’t really find the words to express it all.

Buck doesn’t stop the tear that rolls down his cheek.

“You have blessed me and my son in so many ways, so many times. You saved me, Evan, and you saved Christopher. He thinks the world of you,” Eddie continues, and the sincerity in his voice, and the look of absolute truth on Eddie’s face, and the rawness in his eyes, Buck has rarely seen Eddie this way, rarely seen him allowing himself to be this vulnerable and this open. And it lifts Buck and carries him to the stars.

Buck adjusts his hand and intertwines his fingers with Eddie’s.

“I don’t know what I would do without you and Chris,” Buck says.

“You won’t have to find out, because we’re not going anywhere,” Eddie vows.

“I just…I want to save Jake, I want to look out for him. I barely saved myself,” Buck sighs. “I want to do better.”

“Buck, you saved yourself, in so many ways. You got yourself out, despite how hard that must have been. You survived. And you came out stronger. You’re one of the strongest and bravest people I know,” Eddie declares.

Buck’s face breaks into a smile, a genuine smile. “That…that means the world. Thank you, Eds.”

Before Eddie can reply, Buck’s phone starts ringing.

He fishes it out of his pocket and checks the caller ID. He faces Eddie.

“It’s Athena.”

[flyingkiki]

Flavor: Vanilla

Quarantine gives me a lot of time to write. Played around with this sexy little idea because I cannot get enough of this adorable pair.

I’ll be working on the requests and prompts you sent me. I’m still accepting requests. Has to be Tim/Rae though, so we can populate this fandom more. Please expect more in the coming days! 

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

Some smutness up ahead.

~~~

“Dude that looks nasty.”

Tim hissed as he tried taking off his uniform. He sent a Jason the best withering glare he could muster through the haze of pain. Killer Croc had gotten him good in the fight earlier, taking a large swipe along the left hip. He gingerly tried to peel his uniform away from the wound. He stumbled towards the med bay where Alfred was already waiting to help treat his wounds.

Dropping cowl, gloves, and utility belt on the table, Tim walked towards the med table. He tried his best to hoist himself on the table without aggravating the wounds too much. What little movement he did though still had blood oozing out of the claw marks. Tim groaned.

“Those are quite a few, Master Tim.” Alfred inspected the wounds worriedly before pulling all medical supplies closer.

Tim groaned as Alfred tried to tug some of his uniform out of the way. He didn’t bother pulling off the rest of his top, Tim didn’t see the need to. “Yeah. That fight was nasty.”

“You have such bad shape, Drake.” Damian commented from the entrance of the med bay. He crossed his arms and gave his older brother an annoyed look.

Tim craned his neck to glare at the little monster of a 10 year-old. “Says the kid that got throw into the sewer.”

“You should go take a shower, Master Damian,” commented Alfred while prepping some of the gauzes.

“Yeah, buddy.” Jason sauntered into the med bay, patting Damian on the head as he passed him. “You stink.”

Damian growled. “Shut up, Todd.”

Tim sighed and leaned back on the table with his elbows to give Alfred better access to the wound. He looked between Jason and Damian, and gave them both a withering glare. “Don’t you to two have anything better to do than stand around here? Like maybe help Bruce with the report?”

“Nah, I hate filing reports,” Jason shrugged and noisily plunked down in one of the steel med chairs. “You’re more entertaining.”

“I like seeing you in pain.” Damian replied, not bothering to move from the entrance of the med bay.

Tim winced as Alfred began cleaning out the wound. “Geez, I feel loved.”

Alfred struggled with cleaning out the claw mark that extended towards Tim’s back. He tried to push the other half of Tim’s uniform away. “Master Tim, perhaps it’s best you remove your uniform completely. I can’t clean this out properly.”

“Uh, fine.” Tim winced and sat up, struggling to get the other half of his uniform off. Unceremoniously dropping it on the floor next to the med table, he gave Alfred an apologetic look. “I’ll pick it up later.”

“Hm,” Alfred did not seem very impressed. Studying his charge’s abdomen one more time, the old man paused, hummed, and continued with his work.

Jason absently fiddled with his phone. Ignoring Tim’s wince, he looked at the younger man curiously. “You up for some pizza and beer? I know this one place that makes a mean thin crust pizza and that fancy black garlic,”

Damian crossed his arms. “Alfred makes better pizza. Don’t go out and eat trash.”

Briefly looking at the young boy, Alfred his eyes softened slightly and he tilted his head just a little bit. “Thank you, Master Damian,”

Tim inhaled sharply when Alfred stitched one of the claw marks closed. Wincing through the pain, he tried to look at Jason. “Nah, man. I don’t think painkillers and beer is such a good idea tonight. I’m heading home after this,”

“Pfft. Pain meds never stopped me,” Jason swung his feet up on one of the extra med tables, much to Alfred’s annoyance. “Nothing happened to me, see?”

“Hah!” Tim laughed through a rather painful stitch. “Beg to differ.”

“Master Jason, could you be so kind and get one of the bigger gauzes in that medical cabinet next to you?” Alfred did not even bother looking up from tending to Tim’s wound.

“Sure,” Jason stood up and rummaged through the cabinet. Pulling out a couple of gauzes, he walked up to Tim and Alfred and placed them on the medical tray. Looking over Alfred’s shoulder he looked at the wounds and whistled. “That’s gonna scar,” Jason straightened and placed his hands behind his back as he continued to talk to Tim. “Imma give you my scarring cream. It works wonders, like I can walk around shirtless at the beach without having to worry about a shitton of scars. It doesn’t work on all of them, but, hey, the ladies always like some battle scars, so that’s okay. You just got to make sure you rub it in properly into the scar, and –”

Jason paused and blinked at his new discovery. A wide grin grew on his face and he switched his gaze between Tim’s pained face and his pelvis. “You kinky little shit.”

“Your mouth Master Jason!”

“What the?” Blue eyes flew open and Tim gave Jason an incredulous look. “What?”

Jason looked like the cat that ate all the cream and walked around the med table, much to Tim’s complete annoyance. Alfred being above all the petty teasing that would unfold in a few minutes, ignored the two brothers and continued with his work. Jason stopped on the other side of the med table and cast Tim a sly grin.

“Never thought you had a kinky bone in you,” crossing his arms, Jason grinned at Tim’s bewildered expression. He bounced on his heels lightly and cocked his head teasingly. “Always assumed you’d be a vanilla sex kind of guy, but this, you make me proud, baby bird.”

Tim looked beyond bewildered and tried to glare at Jason through the haze of pain. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jason smirked and easily pointed down at Tim’s exposed hip bone on his uninjured side.

Tim frowned and looked down at what Jason was pointing at. His eyes widened and he immediately turned bright red. “Err,”

Jason tutted softly and gave Tim an amused look. “I didn’t know you were sleeping with someone – or seeing somebody for that matter.”

Still incredibly fluster, Tim leaned heavily on his arms and tried he best not to pitch forward and punch the shit eating grin off Jason’s face. He winced when Alfred silently continued patching him up. How long did this take?! “That’s none of your business, Jason.”

Jason looked delighted. “So there is someone!” He clapped his hands in glee once and bounced on his heels, his white tuft of hair falling into his eyes. “Who?”

“What’s going on?” An unmasked Batman stepped into the med bay and skeptically watched Jason patronize Tim.

Damian crossed his arms and threw an uninterested look at his father. “Jason is interrogating Tim about his sex life.”

Bruce threw his 10-year old son a bewildered look while trying to listen in on what Jason was saying. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, Bruce was sure he needed a Tylenol to fight off the migraine that was slowly starting to build. Looking down at his son, he basically told him to scram. “Go to bed, Damian.”

“But –”

“Take a shower and go to bed. You reek,”

Damian frowned and turned on his heels, marching out of the med bay. Satisfied that at least his minor son was out of the room for whatever sex talk Jason was shouting to high heavens, Bruce sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a father.

“It’s none of your business, Jason.” Tim frowned, his blush still wild and red on his face.

“I make it my business!”

“No you –” Tim paused as Bruce appeared next to Jason. Jason also stopped teasing but continued to give Tim a wide grin.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked looking at his son.

Tim shrugged. “Yeah. We’re almost done anyway. It’s not too bad after all,”

“Hmm,” Bruce nodded. Surveying Tim’s body for any other injuries, his eyes stopped at Tim’s hip. He felt his jaw tighten just a fraction of an inch and he stared at the little red marks on his son’s pelvis. Bite marks. Jesus Christ, he respected his son’s private life but – Bruce tried not to roll his eyes in exasperation. Ignoring Jason’s snickering, Bruce looked back up into the eyes of a highly embarrassed Tim, and he raised an eyebrow. “Make sure to invite your girlfriend to dinner with us one of these days.”

And with that, Bruce turned and left his two sons. He badly needed a Tylenol. Parenting grown men was hard. He could hear Jason howl with laughter.

“Ha!” Jason grinned, taking extreme pleasure out of the embarrassing situation.

Tim groaned loudly in embarrassment and threw himself back on the table, slightly wincing at the impact. Alfred sent him an amused look before finishing up his work.

~

It was close to midnight once Tim finally, finally, made it back to his apartment. He was still in substantial amount of pain, and embarrassment, once he pulled himself into his apartment. All he wanted was to crawl into bed, down a couple more painkillers, and sleep through tomorrow. Adult or not, it was mortifying to have your parent discover how active your sex life could be.

The hallway lights were on when he stepped into his apartment. He was sure that he had switched off all lights remotely. He was also sure that his security system would have detected an intruder. Surveying the hallway for any signs of an intruder, he visibly relaxed when he spotted a pair of familiar boots neatly stacked against his running shoes. Tim smiled.

Sighing softly, Tim pulled off his shoes and placed them next to the boots. Dropping off his keys in the little bowl in the foyer, he padded silently into his huge living room. Walking quietly towards his huge black sofa, he quirked his lips at the sight of long, pale legs and soft swell of a butt with black lace panties sticking out of a bundle of grey throw blanket. Smiling softly at the familiar sight, his gaze lingered at the tempting ass that peeked out of the blanket.

Walking around the sofa, Tim faintly wondered if he should wake her. Thinking it would be best to wake her so she could move into the bedroom with him (since he was in no capacity to pick her up, lest potentially bust his stitches), Tim slowly crouched down and gently touched the bundle of blanket where he could see a bunch of hair poking out.

“Hey,” Tim whispered softly, smiling when the blankets stirred.

Sleepy purple eyes popped out of the blankets. They blinked sleepily at him before a hand underneath the blankets pulled the blanket away and her face came into view. “Hey,”

Tim reached out and pushed some errand purple hair away from her face. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over tonight,”

Her lips quirked a fraction of an inch and she sat up, allowing the blanket to pool around her bare legs. She watched him crouched by the sofa and she eyed him carefully. “Dick mentioned Killer Croc’s attack tonight and I heard what happened.” Her gaze dropped to his torso. She placed her hand on his arm propped on the sofa and gently tugged him onto the sofa. “I slipped out of the tower as soon as I could.”

Tim grunted softly and sat down next to her, wincing slightly at the movement. Smiling at her, he dropped his hand on her bare thigh and squeezed. “Thanks, Rae.” He eyed her curiously.

Raven pushed her purple hair out of her eyes and stared at him. “Do you want something to eat?”

Tim tilted his head and sent her an amused look. “You’re gonna cook?”

“Hmm,” Raven stood up and smirked when Tim eyed her bare legs appreciatively. She nudged his hand away with her knee when it creeped up her leg and under the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I’ll go make us something to drink.”

Tim chuckled and watched her disappear into his kitchen. He heard her pull out their mugs from cupboards and other items she’d need for making coffee and tea. “You didn’t have to sneak out tonight, Rae,” he called into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know. But I know you,” there was a soft clatter in the kitchen followed by the familiar aroma of coffee. “You’re going to pull your stitches and I’d rather you don’t bleed all over the bed. We just changed the sheets.”

Tim watched Raven reappear into his living with two steaming mugs. A small, playful smile was dancing on her lips as she handed him his coffee and she carefully sat down next to him. “I am touched over your concern of our bedsheets,” he teased and squeezed her thigh.

Raven hid her smile behind her mug and took a small sip. Carefully draping one of her legs over his left leg, she settled comfortably into the couch. Tim’s hand absently stroked her leg and they settled back comfortably.

Tim ran over the evening’s events to her, detailing parts of the fight and Killer Croc’s motive that evening. Raven did not look pleased for the most part of Tim’s storytelling.

“That was a reckless move,” Raven frowned.

Tim shrugged. “He would have gotten away with the kryptonite,”

“Still reckless.” She rolled her eyes when Tim chuckled. Pulling her leg away from his lap, she grabbed Tim’s empty coffee mug and placed their mugs on the coffee table in front of them.  Sitting up next to him, she raised an eyebrow. “Take your shirt off.”

Tim grinned at her and his left hand slid up her bare thigh teasingly. “If you want me naked all you have to do is ask.”

Her lips twitched at his playfulness. “I want to save our bedsheets. Those are my favorite,”

Tim chuckled and slowly tried to remove his white t-shirt. Wincing when he raised his arms, Raven leaned forward and helped him remove the shirt. Sighing, he leaned back to get more comfortable on the sofa with his both of his arms draped over the back of the couch and watched Raven inspect his upper body carefully. His eyes softened. “You don’t have to heal me you know,”

Raven’s expression softened and she offered him a smile. “I want to.” Gently placing her hand on his chest, she leaned forward and offered him a soft kiss on the lips.

Pulling back, Raven started pulling the bloody bandages away from Tim’s body. She paid rapt attention for any discomfort and her frown deepened when she saw the four claw marks that ran across his side. She recognized Alfred’s handiwork easily with the neat stitching but she frowned at how red and bloody the wound remained. She gently touched the side of the wound making Tim inhale sharply and his stomach contract. A little blood slowly oozed out of the stitched wound.

“Sorry,” Raven whispered, she cast an apologetic look at Tim. She sat up straighter and concentrated on the wound. Her hands began to softly flash white and they hovered over the wound as she slowly began the process of healing Tim.

Over the months they had been together, Tim discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of Raven’s powers slipping into and over his body. Despite how people would describe her as cold and deadly, her powers were warm and gentle when they could be. He quickly learned how giving and warm Raven could be, a side which only a very few knew about.

Tim felt the pain of his wound slowly ebb away and his body warmed as Raven’s healing process slowly finished. He felt the familiar tingle of skin restoring. He stared at Raven as she kept an intent eye on his wound. When the soft glow of her hands slowly faded away, he watched her sigh softly and gently ran her left hand along his now injury-free side. His muscles contracted at the warm touch and his body felt infinitely better than it had moments ago.

“There,” whispered Raven. She blinked, feeling a bit woozy from using her healing powers. She cast Tim a small satisfied smile. “Not even a scar.” Her fingers danced over his now healed side and watched the muscle contract under her touch.

Tim grinned and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. His left hand slid down her back and rested on the dip of her hips. “I have the best and most beautiful doctor to heal me.” Tim kissed the crown of her head.

Raven chuckled into his neck. “You don’t think Alfred will be jealous?” She absently allowed her fingers to dance across his chest, tracing faint scars and moving along defined muscle.

“Al can tend wounds just fine. But he’s not as beautiful as you,” Tim grinned at Raven, who rolled her eyes in response. He absently stroked her hip and made himself more comfortable on the sofa just holding her.

Tucking her head under Tim’s chin, she relaxed hearing his steady breathing and heartbeat. Her fingers absently danced across his chest, tracing scars, and muscle lines and watching as his muscle contracted under her fingertips. Her hand stopped however along Tim’s abs (one of her favorite body parts on him, really), when she caught sight of something embarrassingly familiar.

“Is that?” Raven pushed herself into an upright position and stared Tim’s pelvis, exposed by his low hanging sweatpants.

“Oh,” Tim laughed sheepishly and watched as Raven stared at the love bite on the lower right side of his abdomen, just where his sharp v-line began. Her handiwork from the other night. “I forgot that was there.”

Raven blinked. “And everyone saw this?” To her horror Tim nodded.

“Bruce said to bring my girlfriend over for dinner,”

“Bruce saw?” Raven sighed loudly and dropped her head on Tim’s chest. She listened to Tim’s heartbeat, feeling totally mortified. She felt Tim soothingly rub her back.

“So, would you?”

She lifted her head and gave him a confused look. “Would I what?”

“Come over to the manor for dinner?”

They’ve been together for close to a year already but kept their relationship mostly to themselves. Tim respected that Raven was a very private person. Mainly because they wanted to stay out of the prying eyes of the media. And he knew she worried over Bruce’s reaction over them being in a relationship. Bruce was after all part of the Justice League that once shunned Raven for her demon heritage, that was a wound that Tim knew Raven still carried out around with her. He watched as a look of worry crossed her face.

“They’ll love you.”

Tim gave her an assuring smile and squeezed her hip. He felt his insides warm when she offered him a small smile. He knew that he was lucky to catch these quiet moments with Raven.

“Okay,” she breathed softly and smiled when Tim’s smile widened. Leaning forward, she offered him a long kiss and leaned into him. Pulling away, she tapped his chest with her fingertips and eyed him seriously. “But only after a couple of weeks. I don’t want Batman’s first impression of me being the secret girlfriend that gave his son a hickey next to his penis. My history with him isn’t all too great to begin with.”

Tim laughed and tucked her into his side. His hand slid down her back and sneakily slipped over her lace clad ass. Tim was always very touchy and he grinned when Raven wiggled her ass a little. Absently playing with the edge her underwear, he cleared this throat. “Well, fat chance,” he began. “Jason was there and I doubt he’ll ever let us live this down.”

“Ugh,” Raven dropped her head against his chest.

Tim chuckled. “Jason is an asshole sometimes.”

“All of the time,” Raven mumbled into his chest.

Tim squeezed her hip and nudged her gently. “He said he was surprised that I was into kinky stuff,”

“Oh?” Raven looked up at him and threw him a bewildered look.

Tim grinned playfully when he realized he caught her attention. Cupping her ass, he gave her butt cheek a gentle squeeze. “He said he thought I was only into vanilla sex.”

Raven propped herself up on his chest and raised an eyebrow at a highly amused Tim. “Vanilla sex?”

Tim gave her a cheeky grin and gave her butt another hearty squeeze. “Right?”

Raven pressed her body against his and kissed the underside of his chin. She tutted and sent him a playful grin before casting her eyes down his body and allowing her hand to trail down his chest and abs. Her fingertips ghosted over the dips of his abs and she watched in satisfaction as his muscles contracted. Sliding her palm further down she, smiled when Tim shifted and her hand lay dangerously low on his lower abdomen and she teasingly slid her fingers along the love bite by the sharp v-cut of his hips. “Jason has no idea what he’s talking about,” hummed Raven lowly and smirked when Tim inhaled sharply.

Raven’s fingers teasingly slipped over his low hung sweatpants and she watched in satisfaction at the growing bulge in front of her. She felt him shift and inhale deeply. Raven hummed softly when Tim pulled her closer, relishing the warm press of her body against his.

Nipping his chin playfully, Raven sat up and pressed her hands on his chest. With one fluid motion, she straddled him and rolled her hips into his. Sighing softly at the movement, Tim gripped her the swell of her hips tightly, knowing she’d enjoy the pressure.

Raven rolled her hips and felt his hard cock press against her core. She felt her body burn with desire as she relished the warm contact of their bodies. She felt the Tim’s strong emotions possessively lap against her, she practically purred as her own emotions tangled with his. Gripping his broad shoulders for support, she pitched forward and kissed Tim.

Long, callused fingers gripped her hips roughly, pushing her hips sharply into his. Tim groaned at the contact and allowed one of his hands to slip under her shirt and travel up her bare back. He caught her lips in a heady, desperate kiss. Each kiss was dragging out something primal within them and his fingers dug into her hips, earning him a satisfying roll of her hips and a soft moan.

Raven pulled back slightly, trying to desperately catch her breath. Shifting under her, Tim sat up and made swift work to rid her of her t-shirt. Relishing the feel of skin to skin contact, he sighed softy and kissed her neck. He felt his cock twitch painfully as Raven continued her dangerous rhythm against him. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as his hand teasingly ghosted over her left breast before sliding behind her head and tangling into her purple hair. Tugging her hair gently, he angled her head and stole a searing kiss, tongue sliding over hers, and drinking a throaty moan greedily.

“Please,”

Only Raven could ignite such a delicious, delirious fire within him. Groaning softly, he easily picked her up and laid her onto their oversized couch. One of the main reasons why they bought this ridiculously big couch was for couch sex, if they were being honest. Easily tugging off his sweatpants and underwear and her lacy panties, he pressed himself on top of her and hiked her left leg around his hip.

“Fuck,” Tim breathed into her neck at the sensation of her wet, hot heat brush against his cock. Groping her breast, he kissed her neck softly before nibbling on the tender flesh. Pulling away, he kissed her soundly on the lips and nipped her lower lip earning a soft groan and a tantalizing roll of her hips.

“Tim,”

Humming softly, Tim lowered his head and captured one of Raven’s nipples in between his lips. Suckling and nibbling at the perk peak, Tim felt his cock throb painfully at the intoxicating keening noises Raven was making. He palmed her other breast and rolled the other nipple in between his finger.

“I need you,”

It was like a mad scramble of limbs, as Raven became desperate for release. Releasing her nipple, Tim quickly came to his knees in between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. Holding her writhing hips and greedily drinking in her disheveled hair and hooded eyes, Tim felt a mad rush of emotions for the intoxicating woman below him. Squeezing her hip, he quickly entered her hot heat in one fluid motion and pressed his whole body over her. Filling her to the hilt, both of them groaned loudly.

“Yes!”

Their movements were loud, wet, and frantic. With what limited space they had left on the couch, Raven wrapped both of her legs around Tim’s hips and frantically met each of his thrusts with her hips, moaning at the delicious friction. She felt full and hot, and so dangerously close of toppling over the edge.

Raven’s fingers dug into hard biceps as Tim continued to fill her to the hilt, his movements more frantic and his groans hot against her ear. Hiking up her right leg just a little higher, Raven clenched around his cock and she let out a throaty moan as he continued to hit just the right spot. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hard body.

“Raven. Fuck,”

“Tim – Oh!” Raven closed her eyes, dangerously close to her own orgasm.

Tim whispered her name like a prayer and pistoned into her, their hips meeting in a frantic haze. The wet sound of sex and moans filled the living room. Groaning loudly, he felt stars explode behind his eyes and felt his release explode just as Raven clenched around him and moaned his name. Collapsing on top of her, they frantically they rode out their orgasms. Tim nibbled her neck, making her moan and clench around his cock.

After a few more strokes, they collapsed against each other in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Raven felt herself slowly come down from the delirious high, and she wrapped her sweaty arms around Tim’s shoulders. Relishing the close contact, she softly squeezed him.

“I love you,” She whispered into his sweaty neck.

Breathing unsteadily against her neck, Tim lifted his head and gave her a languid smile. “I love you too,” he whispered. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her.

Raven groaned softly as Tim pulled out of her, the sensation sending delicious shivers down her spine. She sighed tiredly when he adjusted their position on the sofa and rolled her on top of him. Gathering her in his arms, Tim kissed her softly once more and pulled her closer. Raven sighed contently as he gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Tim loved to cuddle.

“That was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair.

Raven chuckled sleepily and snuggled into his embrace further. “So insatiable,”

Tim laughed and squeezed her. “Jason knows shit.”

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Course Of Nature (2)

Chapter Summary: LadyNoir are real best friends, and Marinette and Robin are back at each others throats Rating: G Word Count: 2160 Pairing: Daminette

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

You can do it!”

 “I really don’t think I can,” Marinette whined, sprawling over Chat’s lap lackadaisically, digging her elbow into his thigh and knocking his arm with hers by accident. 

He didn’t seem bothered, simply grabbing the handful of hair she had thrust in his hand and began braiding, making sure to stroke through her blue locks gently.

 She pressed her cheek against his leg, enjoying the way his whole body seemed to thrum as he chuckled at her expense. “Yes you can,” he insisted, ever faithful. “You’re Ladybug!”

“Not without this mask I’m not.”

 She winced at the resulting flick of his fingers against her exposed ear, pinching at his knee in retaliation. 

She smiled a little when he laughed, closing her eyes and basking in the moonlight. 

 He’d seemed lighter as of late; happier, and she was sure his new patrol partner had something to do with it.

 Under all his jokes and smart remarks, Chat was a bundle of affection and insecurities, eager to be unfolded. She hadn’t spent much with Nightwing at all, but she was grateful to him because her Chaton was flourishing under his tutelage. Now if only she could say the same about her partner.

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Don’t eavesdrop then.”

 Another ear flick, this time returned with a lazy backhanded swipe toward Chat’s general head area, missing completely. 

“I’m serious m’lady, you look... Not happy.”

Marinette shifted so that she was staring straight into Chat’s vibrant, green eyes. “Robin’s such a hard-ass.” 

Chat snickered, assumedly at her choice of wording and not at her distress. Hopefully. “I guess he hasn’t been tweeting you right, huh.”

Definitely laughing at her distress then. “He’s so annoying! I’m too loud, too slow, too small, and my costume is too obnoxious apparently!” 

Chat’s eyes softened, hands tugging lightly at the end of her new braid in his own brand of comfort. A little reminder of his presence. I’m here. I’m on your side. She heard his unsaid words loud and clear. “You’re not taking him to heart are you?” 

The lack of respect hurt her feelings, sure, but she had long since been exposed to bullies of all kinds, and it was frighteningly easy for her to simply let his words enter one ear and exit the other a moment after. “No, Chat.” 

“You’d tell me if he upset you seriously though, right?”

 “Of course I would,” Marinette admitted. There wasn’t much she could hold back from her partner.

 “I know he’s not ideal—“

 “For real.”

 “But,” Chat continued as if he hadn’t heart Marinette’s remark. “I think he can be better. I mean the way Nightwing talks about him... I think he’s just not the trusting type.” 

“I’m not sure how much I can handle, Chat,” Marinette admitted. It was hard for her to say out loud that she needed help as Ladybug. Marinette was a mess, but Ladybug had the world on her shoulders, and still kept them straight. Or at least, she was supposed to.

 “Don’t lose yourself to him,” Chat warned, “I know you, Bug, and I know that no matter how much you struggle you won’t quit. But this isn’t something you can keep pushing through. If Robin keeps pushing you, we’ll just have to switch patrol buddies.”

 Marinette almost sat up in shock. Chat admired Nightwing above anything, she would rather eat her shoe than make Chat lose such a valuable supporter. “No way!” She protested, heated. 

 Chat pushed her back down with a finger on her temple. “Relax, Bugaboo, it’s just a precaution. Besides, we’re a team, okay? There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do to help my partner.”

 Marinette could’ve cried right then, heart truly warmed by her partner’s words... But Chat always had something to say.

 Shoving her off his lap, he climbed onto hers, yanking her hand and dropping it on his blonde crown. “It’s my turn now,” he said with a cat-like grin. “Last night Nightwing taught me how to do an elbow-strike!”

Marinette snorted, petting Chat’s hair softly as he spoke, letting each word wash over her like a fuzzy blanket, providing comfort.

--—--—--—--—--—--—--

“You’re late.”

 “Actually, I’m Robin.”

 Marinette huffed out a frustrated grunt, blowing stray strands of blue hair away from her face. “Last week you lectured me about the importance of time management.”

 “Yes, and I’m pleased to know you remembered.”

 “Robin.”

 “You need to work on your interrogation voice. It’s hardly convincing.”

 Marinette’s eyes narrowed, patience growing incredibly thin. “Robin.”

 Mrrow

 A silence settled between the two of them. Robin had his typical spicy poker face, though Marinette could easily spot lines of tension on his face. 

 She heard a meow, she was sure of it, but there was no way...

 Mew.

 Oh my god.

“Robin are you hiding a cat?” Marinette couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice. It was just so difficult to believe that the stone-hearted demon would actually do something like that.

 Reluctantly, Robin lifted the side of his closed, black cowl. There was a flash of yellow, indicating a different material used for the inside of the cloak, and Marinette forced herself the push away the urge to ask. Instead, she watched as the inky black made way to display a slightly damp, light brown cat. 

 Marinette melted at the sight. “A kitten!” She squealed.

 “Don’t be foolish,” Robin snapped, “he’s fully grown.” 

 “All cats are kittens, Rob,” Marinette informed him flippantly, holding the lovely thing gently in her arms. “You’re a baby aren’t you?” She cooed, absolutely delighted when it blinked up at her with large, brown eyes and yawned.

 Robin frowned, but let her, sinking back into the shadows where he was more comfortable.

 “I used to have a pet cat,” she told him, unsure why she was suddenly sharing a piece of herself with someone she hardly knew and hardly liked. “When I was six it got run over. I wanted to bury him, but my family didn’t have a backyard, so we had to let him go. I didn’t stop crying for weeks.”

 Robin’s admission came after an extended silence, and was completely unexpected. “My grandfather ordered me to kill a kitten once. It was a white angora, barely three weeks old.”

 Marinette felt bile climb her throat at the confession, suddenly lightheaded. What kind of monster would force a child to do something like that? What kind of childhood had Robin endured?

Any further contemplation escaped her mind when Marinette felt his arms wrap around her. His moves were stiff and rushed as if he hadn’t wanted to do them in the first place, and she’d been so stunned she hadn’t even 

 “Huh?”

 Robin cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting his mask. “Nightwing told me it was customary to exchange physical affirmations in the form of hugs when people exchanged secrets. Is that not the same in Paris?” 

 Bubbles of laughter floated from her tummy and spilled out between her lips like a waterfall. “Yes,” she decides to say, still giggling between words. “It’s the same in Paris, Nightwing was right.” 

 Robin tutted and crossed his arms, but under the faint glow of early morning sun, assisted by throbbing night-life lights, Marinette could see him glow just a smidge. 

 Their small respite (dare she say, bonding moment), was interrupted by a muffled shriek, only a few meters away. 

 They jumped into action instantly. Robin grabbed the cat from Marinette’s grip, tucking it somewhere inside his coat, leaping off the building, and into the street shortly after her. 

 “Stop!” Marinette ordered, standing before a masked robber, holding a kitchen knife before his young victims. The kids looked to be barely in their pre-teens, scrawny and small; naturally easy targets. The robber was built like someone who had once been extraordinarily athletic, but in recent years, had only worked out sparingly. Still, he was much larger than her, and from his growls, she could tell he was also much angrier.

 The robber didn’t have much choice other than to stop when a black blur landed on his shoulders, yanking his entire body backward and onto the ground. The children shrieked, and Ladybug acted instinctively, leaving Robin with the perpetrator, grabbing a child in each arm, and swinging away from the sight.

 They were young boys, and upon closer examination, she recognised one to be her classmate, Alix Kubdel’s younger cousin, Oliver. At least she knew where to drop them off, seeing as they were shaking too much to respond to her properly, and the other young boy was on the verge of tears.

 “Don’t worry about it,” she said, keeping her voice soft and soothing. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you while I’m patrolling okay? I’m gonna drop you both off at Oliver’s house, is that alright?”

Oliver squeaked, hiding his face behind his hands. “You know me?”

“Sure do, Ollie-boy, I saved you from some loose zoo-animals once didn’t I?”

His friend looked up at her with awed eyes, no longer trembling. “Woah,” he whispered.

Marinette wasn’t heartless enough to drop them off at the doorstep, instead waiting by them until Oliver’s mom’s answered the door, and wrapped both boys up in large hugs, promising to call Matthew’s parents for her. She made a mental note to try and remember Matthew’s name, just as she did with each citizen she met as Ladybug. 

When she returned to the crime scene, Robin was standing above the robber’s unmasked body, tying his arms behind his back.

Robin didn’t look at her, though she knew he heard her land beside him. “I’ve called the cops,” she informed him.

“Tt.” Great, he was pissy again.

“What is it?”

Robin made a sound from the back of his throat that sounded like a mix between a grunt and growl. “You put yourself in unnecessary danger. You should never jump right in front of the attacker, and to jump into danger and just stop? You hadn’t even disarmed him. What if he had other weapons? Or he threw his knife?”

“He wasn’t going to,” Marinette replied, brows raising at the bitter edge to Robin’s voice. “He was holding a kitchen knife, this was probably his first gig. I was safe.”

Robin turned to face her fully, mouth set in a deep frown, shoulders raised in clear anger. “Safe? How could you know that? There’s no guarantee of safety in our line of work, you must be naive to even think so.”

Marinette took a step closer, blood beginning to boil. “Thank you for your concern, Robin, but I think I’m qualified enough to assess a situation. I wasn’t in any danger.”

Robin strode forward, poking Marinette hard on the chest as he spoke. “You are blind to the privilege your miraculous grants. Wake up and realise that there are cities, countries, continents that are outside the reach of your little fix-it spell. You don’t understand danger because with your magic, you’ve never truly felt it.”

His words felt like a slap in the face. How could he say she didn’t understand danger when at least four times a week she had to combat a psychological terrorist and his creations? Because he had no powers he understood more than her? No, that wasn’t right and she knew it.

“I don’t think you get to decide what I know about danger for me!” She shoved him back and hissed under her breath when he barely moved. Her heart was beginning to beat erratically, pumping righteous fury in the place of blood with every second that passed.

“If you understood then you wouldn’t have left in the middle of an arrest!”

“It’s not an arrest if you’re not an officer, idiot! Besides, civilians are the priority and you were scaring them!” Their foreheads grazed with how close they were standing, practically screaming at each other’s faces. She had half a mind to lose control and deck him where he stood, but her ever-present concern of being akumatised reminded her of potential consequences if she completely submitted to her feelings. 

“Excuse me?”

Marinette leaped away from Robin, suddenly realising the lack of distance between them. Officer Roger Raincomprix stood at the end of the alley, a silver pair of handcuffs clutched in his grip, as he scanned the two of them with quizzical eyes. “I’m here to make an arrest,” he explained. 

Robin nodded, pointing at the man on the ground with his chin. “Take him.” And with those final words, he edged back into the shadows and disappeared from Marinette’s view, probably to sulk.

It was two steps forward one step back with him. Not even an hour ago she was beginning to enjoy his presence, but now she was back to ripping hair from her head out of frustration.  

She aimed a scowl at the direction he ran off in, feeling confused and angry all at once.

End Notes: :DDD lol so this ending is less than ideal but dont kill me pls. They have to learn how to understand each other first and it’s gonna be  slow process, especially when both Damian and Marinette are so hard headed, and they have such different views on Heroship. Writing best friend Chat was so fun though so I really hope y’all like him and how I portrayed LadyNoir’s friendship.

I’m so excited for the next update when we’ll finally be Marinette outside of her costume ahhhhhh. 

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leave no room for anything

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

You need cover, you need an alibi, and you need a place to plan and work out your next criminal action. What could go wrong from combining all that? [Survival]

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Another day, another spike of adrenaline courses through you as you dive feet first through a stack of boxes, sending crates of delicate electronic equipment everywhere. You can hear alarms sound around you as the factory goes into full alert, the clanging of barring gates. You grin under the mirror sheen of your helmet. That suits you fine, keep the small fry penned up and out of the way? You’re too kind.

The wall in front of you collapses into dust thanks to the nanovores and you tear through the office, grabbing at papers at random. What you take doesn’t actually matter at this point, compromising their records is the goal here.

Damage done, you refer to your map, dissolve another wall and follow your thread out, back to the main entrance.

The woman standing in your way gives you pause. You’d been psyching yourself up for a rematch against Chen, but no, its Lady Argent, hands at her sides and poised to rush you. A half-circle of rent-a-cop security goons behind her block you in. “A factory, Puppetmaster? What, they stop inviting you out to parties?” She smirks and hunches down, fingers lengthening into sharpened claws.

Your face twitches under your helmet. “Don’t read the papers, Argent? It’s Ghost.” You hiss. Your voice, filtered through your helmet has a hollow, flat sound. You take a quick count of Lady Argent’s back-up, who’s most pliable to tying up the rest. None of the officers seem to trust Argent. Good. That makes this easier.

The woman of steel looks unimpressed. “Can’t say I care what you call yourself.”

That does it.

One of the rent-a-cop’s guns goes off ‘prematurely’, firing wide to your left, the rest follow in blind panic as you dive to the side. Argent is too focused on you, but with the Rat-King’s help you’re able to pull the rest of the goof troop into your song, pulling their attention in random directions. One of the shots dings Argent in her shoulder, bouncing off to through ground and to her credit she doesn’t look for the culprit, making straight for you.

You run your hand along the ground as you move, leaving a split in the asphalt as the Nanovores chew through material. Lady Argent tries to cut you off so you encourage two of the goons to stumble into her way as you continue your circle around them. You can’t afford to move slow enough for a deep groove, but if this works as planned, all you need is to prime the cut.

If it works.

Argent huffs, shoving one of the men the side, only for another to conveniently take position between the two of you. “Get out of the way!” It doesn’t slow her down for long, but it’s enough for you to finish the circle. Under your helmet you grin, heart pounding.

All that’s left is the magic word. You give the Rat-King the command to pull the strings and yank everyone back in.

You dash forward and slide down, just under the swipe of her claws. She turns to stab down at you as you come to halt. You roll out of the way and kick her arm aside on your way back up.

You check to make sure everyone’s inside the circle you’ve carved through the asphalt. “Heads up.” is all the warning you give before an explosion rocks the ground under everyone’s feet. A furious Argent diving towards you finds only empty space underneath her, and you leap back as the asphalt caves in.

When the dust clears you risk taking a quick check of everyone’s mental state; a lot of fear and alarm, some pain, but the headcount is still the same. You think.

Hopefully.

You shake your head. Focus. Don’t get distracted. Stay in control. You watch Argent and the rest pick themselves up, clear rubble off their buddies. You have to harden your heart against it, remember who they are, what they represent. “Next time,” you call down, “remember my fucking name!”

Admittedly, Argent makes it easier. She’s staring up at you, a single silver middle finger outstretched.

You don’t like the way she’s eyeing one of the support columns. Can she climb her way out? You don’t intend to stick around and see, it’s time to make yourself scarce.

–––

Every super villain needs a secret lair. A base of operations. Somewhere you can plan your next move, keep mission critical materials. If Ariadne is going to be stuck playing retired civilian, it’s even more important to keep her as separated as you can from Ghost’s activities.

Eventually the day will come when you have to cast off that identity completely, but two years isn’t long enough to make you eager to resume a life of being actively on the run from a government agency. You need to gather more influence – and protection – if you’re going to ever unmask without it being an immediate disaster.

To that end… Ariadne needs a cover. She needs a job, co-workers, hobbies. A new wardrobe. You need Ortega to take a breather and ease off on trying worm her way in and fix every little aspect of your life.

So you’ll combine the two.

Technically a ‘Melissa Simone’ owns the computer repair shop you’re standing in front of. Ms. Simone also interviewed and hired yourself and the middle-aged lady with greying hair now manning the front counter.

You put a hand on the front door, hesitating. You keep putting this off but… guess you better ‘officially’ meet your new co-worker.

A bell chimes as you step inside. Old computer advertisements adorn the walls while parts and models are neatly stacked into three aisles across the open front half of the room. The building itself is on the older side. Hopefully a bit more use will get it looking properly run down enough to seem like it’s always been a repair shop here.

The woman at the counter looks up with a smile, a phone pressed to her ear. She holds a finger up as you approach.

You didn’t hire Marcie for her customer service skills. You hired her because she’s a terminally incurious middle-aged woman who fully intends to spend as much of her time talking to friends on the store phone or otherwise shirking her duties as much as possible.

Leaning an arm against the counter you wait for her to finish her current conversation, drumming your fingers against the wooden countertop. Watch the clock on the wall tick the seconds by. Finally she hangs up and turns back to you with a tired expression. “Alright, what do you want?”

You put on a sickly sweet smile. “My name is Ariadne Becker? Y–your um… co-worker?”

Marcie blinks, frowns, then flushes red. “Oh!” She hurries out from behind the counter, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought you were a customer.”

“I could tell.”

She puts her hand out and you give it a quick shake. “Are you really the only repairm–person here?”

“Eh.” You shrug, glancing at the beaded doorway to the back room. “If business ever picked up maybe it’d be worth hiring more.” Glance back to her, smile again. “For now, I’m it yeah. I don’t usually bother with – with um, the front entrance.”

“Well, if you ever need something from me, sweetie, you let old Marcie know, okay?”

You blink, not sure how to respond. She wasn’t this nice to Jane– ahem ‘Melissa Simone.’ “Uh. Y–yeah, sure. Thanks.” You cough. “Um… Ms. Simone gave you the – the rundown about the back right?”

Marcie looks at you, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “To stay the hell out? Yeah.” She leans in, “So… what are we fronting here sweetheart? Drugs? It’s drugs isn’t it.” She straightens her back with a dramatic sigh. “It’s always drugs.”

“I – what???” You stare at her. “W–we’re not – not ‘fronting’ anything!?”

She frowns. Is she… disappointed…!? “Oh? Really? Well. A job’s a job, I guess.”

“I… I just have a… very particular system. Okay?” You shove your hands into your pockets, looking away from her. Stare at the posters on the wall.

“Ah. You’re one of those.” One of those what? You can’t pick it up from her thoughts, just the sliding of her changing expectations. “Well, I’ll keep out of your hair, sweetie.” She steps aside, “It was nice to meet you Ariadne, dear.”

You walk past her in a daze. Push through the bed curtain into your ‘workshop.’ A central table has a pile of half-deconstructed computer cases, their silicon guts scattered haphazardly. A tool kit hangs from the wall alongside a clear plastic cabinet of replacement parts.

Hopefully the facade holds up. You don’t have much intention of actually doing computer repair work here. It’s more than a little concerning that Marcie of all people immediately jumped to the ‘criminal front’ explanation. Was hiring her a mistake? She doesn’t seem to actually care. Maybe you should go out of your way now and then to drum up business. Put some effort into looking legit.

Aside from the bathroom and breakroom, there’s one more room. Your actual workshop. The shop technically is built onto the side of an old warehouse. You’ve walled off most of the space, installed a hidden door, just inside next to the back door out.

You didn’t use up the entire warehouse. Just walled off a decent sized chunk. The rest has been dressed up. Mostly shelves of boxes full of bricks. Something that’ll pass at least cursory inspection.

The door slides open to your touch, keyed to your fingerprint. It springs back into place as you step past. The lights flicker on at low-power. Now here is where you can finally start to get shit done. Your armor is mounted to a secondary hidden compartment recessed into the far wall, next to a bed in case you need to crash or puppeteer Jane for a bit.

You’re particularly proud of the hiding place you’ve created for the Rat-King; an oversized lava lamp sits on the bedside table, a soft blue glow filling the room. Even if anyone breaks in here, anything of value will still be hidden. You’re not completely stupid.

One corner of the room is taken up by a bank of screens and a computer terminal. A system of motion detectors, CCTV, and trip alarms have been carefully set up over the past month in a two block radius around the shop. Nothing is coming near here without you getting some kind of record of it.

And then, last but not least, against one wall a full-length table stretches underneath a pristine corkboard.

Not pristine for long… You reach back into your pocket and pull out a wad of folded up, blood stained papers. The only thing you were able to salvage from the Marconi fiasco. Could have just pinned this while you were setting everything up, you guess.

But this feels more dramatic.

You grab a pin from the cork board and smooth out the creases with your other hand. Jam the paper to the middle of the board. A bill of sale for something called a ‘Regenerator.’ You don’t recognize the name of the buyer, but the listed seller is the personal assistant to Mayor Alvarez.

You pin a scattering of related articles next to the receipt, your prize from today’s factory theft. They’re all related to the sudden government take-over and closure of the regenerator’s parent company, PharmaCore.

What exactly is going on here; you have no idea. But it’s shady as shit, and that means it’s a point of attack. If you’re going to crack the damn city open, this is your starting point. You grab a pen and paper as you sit down at the desk.

You hum a tune under your breath as you work. Time to start planning out your next moves.

[lladyariall]

*Ms. Honeybunny winking at Sam* ;) ;) ;)

*jealous lagomorph boyfriend steps in* you should really get that eye checked out! ^-^*

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Look at that ANGRY little face Max makes, right before putting on a fake smile! Holy shit- he's so pissed off about Sam and Ms. Homeybunny flirting that it I'm crying from laughing too hard to even write this blog x'D

Nah, I'm good, though. Once again, this is just my silly opinion blog about this particular interaction between these three and comment if you have any opinions to share too! :) please enjoy the characters and comics regardless of my ideas. Love y'all😘

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To say the least, we all know Max is obviously in love with Sam throughout thee entire t.v. and video game series; possibly the comics, but we'll get inside of that little history later. The main focus of how Max protrays his feelings towards his best friend and police partner, which is quite open in a rare way, Steve Purcell places out their relationship to be after all they've been together and will be when they die. It's a heart wrenching, violent story of pure friendship, and/or.. maybe more?

We're going to dig into that right now, beginning with Sam's jelly rabbit Max behavior.

When we take a look at this scene, Max only has a smile on his face to carry up an "innocent act" for the sake of his companion and this lady's (bleh) reassurance. He doesn't want to actually scare off both his colleagues to create a giant dilemma of drama and end up on being Sam's quiet side. So, the lagomorph decides not to give into his natural instinct to rip her wig off. Instead, he wiggles out his little bunny charm to do what he can to come between on Ms. Honeybunny's intentions on his best friend.

Meaning, his goal is to remain on Sam's good light so he doesn't have his canine friend to look down on him when he would have scared someone off who clearly didn't do anything wrong; in society's eye, anyhow.

The lagomorph just wanted to claim his terrority because that's HIS 6ft talking dog! He has to tear down the competition then and there, baby. Or else they're gone for life and that's never going to happen in Max's life!

Oh no, and that's why this scene is so interesting even more. Because we also get a small sequel to their, ahem, lady competition for Sam.

It's super clear how gayly in love Max is with Sam in the t.v. series and the doggo scoundrel is super aware of what his best friend is feeling. Sam is a dog with super intelligent detective skills to sense if there's something going on, especially if its coming from Max, he is on the case to solve his mysterious canine instinct itch! with the bond of them they've always shared since they were merely babies.

But this scene just proves how much of a sassy girlfriend this little lagomorph can truly be, and I love it!

He just downright called her a whore in a kid friendly manor so the censors don't kick their asses off the program too soon (even though, they did last one season) and being told, "don't worry, miss. A boat will be by to pick you up, and that means sailors! Yup, you'll get picked up, alright." ... is clearly not friendly!

That rabbit knew what he was doing. His jealously became a perfect revenge to tell her to stop her shit on them, and try it on someone else. It's classically performed here and I applaud for Max, once i was done watching this episode. Ms. Honeybunny may or may not have received the hint that they're not available, but Max has tried making it clear as day, twice now. He knows Sam doesn't get a clue; so, all that matters is that SHE understands the message:

"Sam is mine, don't flirt with me or him, go make out with a sailor, blah blah blah."

In Max's terms to this scene, he nailed it perfectly! So I believe the whole reason Sam didn't even try to say a word to her is because he clearly knew better than to try and to help Ms. Honeybunny when Max OBVIOUSLY showed no interest; he decided to take the smart choice and go to Team Max's side for silent support. And probably so he wouldn't die, either.

Later on, Sam finally decides to say something:

Sam: "you crack me up little buddy."

Max: "whatever."

...

Uh.. that doesn't help, Sam!

Max probably dissed off Sam like that is because he knew he won, but he hadn't truly received the main prize: having Sam understand he belongs to only Max. His big hound still doesn't get the picture between two love rivals. Sam just doesn't realize Max still remembers when he and Ms. Honeybunny batted-eyes with each other til his REAL bunny came into the picture. His feelings must have been a little upset when he saw the lady appear again, after finding her on the boat and dressed as Geek. She was unmasked by Sam and Max's joke about calling for help on the walkie talkie was.. a little TOO panicked to me.

Like he was in a nightmare.

Like if Max saw them flirt or even remotely get near each other again, Sam would definitely have to call help from a rescue team away from Max's rage. Max knows some shark sword fighting skills to teach them both a lesson about Max being possessive as Hell, and Sam needs to wear a collar with the lagomorph's name on it. (Also, they're in the middle of the ocean. I'm pretty sure Max would use a shark as a sword somehow.)

In conclusion, this was still a fun filling jealous rival we got to see come out towards Sam and Max reacting to it. It was perfect, but I do personally wish we could have seen a jealous Sam in the series. She's just a slut and Max knew it from the start. Even if he didn't, that wouldn't change anything on how Max handled it. He stayed calm for Sam, tried to forget about Ms. Honeybunny during the rest of their mission, and she just came back out of nowhere! She keeps ruining everything by my getting the hint that Max does not care HOW she goes away- she needs to leave for good.

Max will never let anyone try to split their Freelance work and it certainly would not be their last encounter with other flirts, or crazy infatuations (*coughs* momma bosco). Max cooperated well and acted more maturely in an adult manner than he normally would be in. Like, he'd probably crush her skull on the desk or go to Geek about a sexual harassment groping from Ms. Honeybunny, so it'll get her fired.

And that's what's crazy bout all these things is Max is always up for any challenge out there. Violence, poker, best shooter, best at taking shots, the list goes on. But the emotionally ones are always backing him up in a corner to run away from and hide. Max doesnt like the emotional encounters that other people bring and it's not Sam&Max world quality.

In truth, Max may might as well be possessive, but Sam is pretty crazy about him too. It only shows their love for each other more, and I'd say that it'd be awesome if they could only be a little more open with each other. It's just super rare for Max to want to be able to share what he desires from Sam, or what's going on when someone tries to steal Sam away like Ms. Honeybunny would have done.

Sam and Max are going to have to admit more open feelings and fluff if they ever reboot the show. Seriously. It'd be a perfect opportunity to see their love grow and see more of Steve Purcell's humor again.

[pettyprocrastination]

I Don’t Think Were On Earth-65 Anymore Cop!Frank Castle x Spider!Reader

@jarvis-ismy-copilot @wolfmothar @marvelobsessedteen @majorcdanvers Summary: Jitterbug’s plan on getting home hits a few snags because of a vigilante that is all too familiar but also shockingly different. 

Chapter ten

“This is the place.” 

Jitterbug looked through a dingy window to see a group of men walking around, multiple crates scattered in the warehouse. From what she could see one of them was open and full of high-tech machinery and weaponry. “You got a plan?”

Daredevil nodded, she still couldn’t believe it all. Working side by side with the doppelganger of a man who made her life a living hell. Well, she’ll have time to process the absurdity of it all when she got back to her dimension.

 “You go through the roof and web them up using your speed.” He explained. “And then I-” Suddenly Matt froze, his head tilted to the side as he listened to something she couldn’t hear. Jitterbug’s body went into overload and her hair stood on edge, the tell-tale sign of her spider-sense.

“Hey buddy, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” She looked around them and saw nothing, but she knew something was off.

Matt groaned. “Damnit Castle.”

Multiple gunshots rang throughout the building. A man had burst in and opened fire on the gang who quickly retaliated, turning it into a full blown fire-fight.

“New plan!” Jitterbug kicked in the window and sped into the building. “Stop everybody from killing each other!”

Jitterbug zipped into the building just in time to tackle a crook to the ground and out of gunfire. She narrowly avoided being shot by the man herself. Soon enough the gang was no longer focused on the mystery man, but her as well.

“What the fuck is that!” A thug screamed at her webbed mask.

She brought her fist down on his face, knocking him out instantly. “Save the dramatics mate.”

Daredevil ran over to the man and kicked the gun from his grasp. “Frank stop!”  At the name her head shot up to stare but Matt kicked him back, facing away from her and hiding his identity. “We have it handled.”

Jitterbug went around, immobilizing each criminal and dancing around the bullets as Matt fought the unknown assailant. She shook the thought from her head. There was no way, it just wasn’t possible! 

She looked over and saw them both still fighting. Matt was doing well to defend himself, but the man was better. He was taller, bulkier, and faster than the catholic vigilante. He definitely had training.  

The Matt from this dimension was completely different than the one she knew, so maybe...

“Hardly.” The man’s voice was rough and deep. It was one she’d heard every week, one telling her to leave it to the police, telling her to stay to fill out a police report and telling her to be careful.

She turned and shot a web at him, connecting his raised fist to the giant crate right next to him. He tried to wretch his hand free but to no avail. Matt set his hands on his hips and grinned, watching the man try to tear himself free with no success.

“You know, I could get used to this.”

The breathe was stolen right from Jitterbug’s lungs at the sight of Frank fucking Castle, covered in bruises and staring her down with harsh eyes. This Frank was stockier, covered in more scars but the same face and bulldog-frown. He wore no police uniform, but all black clothing and a vest with a white skull painted on that was now riddled with bullets.

“Frank?” She said his name so soft, so scared and confused that it shocked both men.

The Frank Castle she knew was an officer of the law, one who’d defend the justice system with his last breathe and criticize the masked heroes that help him in the same sentence. He openly dismissed vigilante justice as a nuisance and believed in the system he worked for.

Now she felt like she stepped right into an episode of Twilight Zone.

“Your girlfriend alright red?” Frank noticed how the masked woman tensed up when he looked at her. She shook herself out of her stupor, she had no time to stand and gape over the vigilante. (Even calling him that made her feel wrong.)

“I’m fine.” She snapped before walking right past him and to the crate he was connected to. “You aren’t my issue, that’s all him.” She waved a hand in DareDevil’s direction and Frank snorted.

“Well ain’t she peachy.” Christ, it was the same voice and everything.

Matt shot him a dirty look. “You’re lucky we got here when we did Frank. We had it covered and you-”

Frank rolled his eyes. Clearly the severity of the situation meant nothing to him.  Jitterbug noted the nicknames and first name basis the two were on. The banter between the two as they fought about their ideologies. 

I guess they've been through this with each other before.

“All you do it beat ‘em up and-” Frank looked around him and froze mid sentence.“Alright, that’s new.”

Each criminal was tied up tight in a cocoon of webbing, unconscious, immobilized and stuck to a wall.

“You're welcome for that, by the way.” Jitterbug ripped the top off the box with a single hand, something both Frank and Matt gaped at. She didn’t have time to get caught up on the fact that this dimension’s Frank didn’t blink an eye at killing. She needed to worry about getting home. “Now if you boys are done with your little dick measuring contest I have to-” She looked at the open box which was now full of shattered materials and bullet holes.

“Youve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“What?” Matt rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” She laughed mockingly before turning to face Frank with a nasty scowl. “What’s wrong is that your Frank Castle is an ass who just ruined my chances of getting home because he’s fucking trigger happy!”

He clenched his fist and let out a slow breathe, as if keeping his temper from snapping. “You want me to apologize for keeping those guns from hittin’ the streets? For keepin’ those criminals from killing more people?”

She groaned and pointed in his face. “No jackass, I want you to apologize for sending me to an early grave you-”

She remembered Gwen telling her that “glitching” felt like “being tazed naked in a snowstorm.” Which as odd as it sounded, was actually spot on to the agonizing pain she felt in that moment as her body distorted and burned. She didn’t know what the loud piercing sound was until she realized it was her own screaming. She stumbled to the floor and Matt caught her, ripping off her mask and looking at her groaning form.

“Jitterbug?” He pressed his fingers to her pulse and she patted his arm, letting him know she was find, well...as fine as she could be in the situation.

“Hey!” Frank tried to rip his hand free and run to her aid, but he was stuck as stuck can be. “Hey! What the hell is going on?!” As the sight of her screaming in pain, Frank went from anger to concern for the now unmasked heroine. “Red what the hell did you do!?”

“Me?” Matt shot back. “This wasn’t me at all. If anything your violent actions could have been the one to cause-”

“I’m fine.” She pushed herself out of Matt’s arms and upright, facing both men with a grim expression. “Just my atoms reacting to being in another dimension is all.”

Frank looked between her and Matt. “Your what?”

“We need to find a way to get me back, or else I’m gonna keep doing that.” She explained. “And eventually I wont get back up from it.”

“We will.” Daredevil promised her. With that she went to one of the boxes to see what she could salvage. Maybe she could put something together? All the materials were there, albeit dented and riddled with bullets but maybe she’d be able to get it to work just enough to return her home.

As Jitterbug pondered a plan Frank fisted daredevil’s costume in his hand and yanked him close, rage clear on his face.

“Start talking. Now.”

Me? Back from not posting for legit months? It’s more likely than you think folks. Anyways I’m terribly sorry for no posting for the past few months, school has been hell and then I’ll be starting more classes in like three weeks so I’m trying to get into the habit of posting once more before I accidentally go ghost again lmao. So I am going to start posting jitterbug chapters everyday until the entire fic is out on this blog for you all to read !!<3 still taking requests and still doing fics, I got a request for one about a child reader and frank with a PLATONIC found family type fic which is definitely in the works! Along with other things!!

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Naruto Shippuden S20 (Pt. 4)

Hashirama’s “:O” face at everything is so endearing

Hagoromo is now really the time for a family story there are three children and a sad old man in need

“It was a few thousand years ago” Zetsu just said it was 1,000 years ago how bad are you guys at telling time 

I wonder how Hashirama feels about Madara being his Soulmate™

“I want make sure [the Tailed Beasts] don’t fight amongst each other, and that people don’t use their powers for evil” better 2 have tried and failed I guess 

“That’s because a toad’s dream is destiny” weird flex but ok

“So then, will everything I do now be meaningless?” “Don’t waste your time worrying” Ffgkjhfgkjh damn I didn’t ask for a lecture on fatalism in my Naruto liveblog

Lmao @ this dude revealing his thievery scheme after talking to Hagoromo for 0.5 seconds what makes him think everyone will be on board with it 

“I only want you to go away as soon as possible” ah looks like Hagoromo made a friend lmao 

“If we make it too sturdy, you’ll break your bones when you try to destroy it” they actually did a really good job of making Hagoromo charming like consider me charmed I wanna hear abt ur ninja way

Hahahah I admire Futami for not bringing up the horns for the entire length of time it took them to build the bridge 

Futami: Hagoromo-sensei gave me a high-five one time and it touched my heart so I formed a cult around him

Wait if Hagoromo only gave 8 disciples chakra are the nine of them together responsible for fathering all the shinobi world what kind of Gengis Khan fuckery

Minus the Hyuga, who, for some reason are moon aliens, I guess

“Throughout this long history men appeared, one after another, with the desire to use the tailed beasts for their own evil purposes. And that turned the tailed beasts against mankind. Anyway, back to my story.” Hahahaha did Hagoromo just go “(A/N: Fuck Obito and Madara lol)”

Unbelievable you’re telling me there was someone who wanted to get with this old man with horns and three eyes who leads a cult and you won’t show me WHO where is the justice 

OH HEY FUTAMI HELPING RAISE THE KIDS I GUESS? WILD

Mmmm I love Ashura already 1000/10 endearing impulsive baby

Some filler storyboard artist who I respect beyond reason: But what if... we added.... a dog

“It might even be bigger than yours” please don’t tell me they fished Zetsu out of the river

"I didn’t realize you thought so deeply about [chakra being used as a weapon]” “Yeah, well” “But then again, what will be, will be” what kind of parenting is this Hagoromo kjhgkjhgkjhg

Indra, 10 years old: I am concerned about the ethical impact of my innovation

Hagoromo: YOLO, son ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“I’ll be watching you” Is that the voice of......... Pubescent Zetsu 

LMAO IT IS

These kids are really emotionally unprepared for the boar considering they were following boar tracks into the woods 

ARE YOU SHITTING ME THEY EVEN USED THE SAME FILLER DOG NAME LMAO WHO IS WRITING THIS 

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY KILLED THE DOG I’M SO MAD

Wow @ them having Indra invent chidori instead hkjhgkhg poor Kakashi

Indra awoke his sharingan over losing his dog I cannot believe this how are dogs the central plot device of multiple arcs

“Whatever is in this village belongs to everyone - that’s the law” wow along with fatalism this arc is also teaching us about the practical failings of communism 

“The law is still the law” where’s the post that says Sasuke is ethnically a cop. Because that’s this arc

Not 2 be that gal again but Indra’s voice is also nice on the ears he has inherited his grandmother’s kekkei genkai of having an attractive voice and a terrible moral compass

...............kekkei grandma 

“Looking into his eyes reminds me of my mother’s eyes” I was kind of joking about the kekkei grandma thing but fair

“At that moment I felt that I understood for the first time why heaven had blessed me with two sons” have you ever considered your eldest son is mean in part because you make comments like this 

“What will the two of you do when you are out in the world alone” wow Hagoromo is giving his kids some kind of High-Stakes Bell Test 

Hahaha I like Taizo I hope they don’t do anything to him but they probably will because he’s had so much screen time

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS SQUAD it’s the first ninja team and the boy is the healer!!!

Ashura: OH NO I’VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO GENJUTSU

Kanna and Taizo: WE GOT U BUDDY WE GOT BATS

I thought I was going bananas for a sec but the intro did change lol 

Poor Tenzo I think he’s been officially discarded from OPs RIP

Side note: Having a Naruto blog has made me so wary of Kakashi and Sakura standing next to each other I don’t trust the ppl on this website to be normal for a second RIP x2

“They’ll suffer, sure, but everyone dies eventually” okay calm down Taizo

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s possible or not, because I’ve decided to do it” I admire Ashura’s blind optimism lmao

Not to poke too many holes but why would the water in the well not be affected by the Divine Tree

I take my comment about healing back ludicrously all the men get to display chakra natures and the women can only display glowing yin chakra hands booooo

Omg there is a Tenzo after all in an ED at least!! This is the first time I’ve seen all three members of the Naruto’s Dad Association in one place!!! Bless up

A shot of them standing all together!!!! My heart!!!!!!!!

SASUKE AND NARUTO’S GRINS AT EACH OTHER I WEEEP

[Hagoromo as Kakashi voice]: TEAMWORK!!

I was very much expecting Indra to go crazy and kill those two guys but wow that was a scene

“Enough to make you fall in love with him and follow him all the way here” At least Ashura gets like a real wife instead of Hagoromo’s ‘ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ she dead’

Hagoromo: Indra’s a dick because his eyes are red trust me it has nothing to do with my parenting I’m a chakra scientist

“Indra, just what is the meaning of this” it’s a temper tantrum lmao

Was it really necessary to kill both of those guys Indra one best friend death usually suffices for mangekyo my dude

Minato joining Kakashi in the club of Boyz Who Jutsu Was Plagiarized

Hagoromo really has absolutely zero hesitation to attack his son and you wonder why Indra has a complex

“THIS IS THE POWER OF OUR BOOOOOND” he said, as he punched his brother in the face with a thousand wooden hands (mood)

Indra’s Lightning Teleportation Jutsu is really doing The Most the Raikage is not nearly this dramatic about it 

Can you... just.... declare that your soul will be reincarnated? Is that how that works? 

Also. Who slept with Indra?! U made him out to be like. Very Not Okay. But he’s the forefather of the Uchiha?? WHERE ARE THESE CHILDREN COMING FROM TELL ME WHO IS BANGING THIS OUT OF CONTROL FAMILY

Hahahahaha I’M SO READY FOR THIS RIDICULOUS TEAM 7 TRYING TO UNMASK KAKASHI EPISODE BRING IT THE FUCK ON

I knew the Sukea voice would be different but omg I’m still thrown

“S-kay-a” is really not how I thought that would be pronounced wow 

“If I’m able to capture this Kakashi guy without a mask on, it’ll be the biggest scoop since the Leaf was established” a little arrogant Kakashi but okay kjhgkjhgkjhgjhg

This is such an adorable and weird bonding exercise of Kakashi teaching his kids how to break into Konoha’s archives I’M WHEEZING

I would pay money to see Kakashi explain what he was doing to all those dudes in ANBU who probably thought he was intimidating as all fuck catching him a wig with three twelve-year-olds breaking into his own file

“Who cares what I look like anyway!” THIS IS SO DUMB I LOOOOVE IT

“I think that a woman might’ve drowned right over there on the river bank” HINATA!!!!! UR TOO NICE TO BE ENLISTED INTO THIS SCHEMING HAHAHA

Oh I remember seeing reference to this scene booooo do they really have to make it weird all the time

This concept is even MORE ridiculous in the show bc it expands beyond Team 7 to all the other Konoha rookies like Kakashi how much do u enjoy teasing the children that this is how you’re spending your day

HAHAHAH Kakashi is lucky that the person who knows him best has face blindness and can’t call him out for his schemes 

Okay not to betray my own brand but ᵏᵏᵍᵃᶦ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ

They really designed a nicer apartment for Kakashi just so they could animate his silhouette in the shower STUDIO PIERROT PLEASE

Fhkjhkjfhkjhkf that last scene made me so uncomfortable I don’t really like seeing Kakashi’s mouth while he talks it’s weird

You know I spent a lot of this interlude chanting main arc main arc in my head but alas now that we have arrived I’ve remembered that the war arc climax is a mess

“If my chakra runs out, I’m done” seriously Obito.......... how are you here

Can you imagine if Naruto actually died.... what would that even mean for this series I can’t imagine 

“I already marked this space, so I can hide out in my time-space” I want to know how Obito “marks a space” is it like a jutsu or does he just have to nod at it and go “my space now”

 I would also pay money to see what Obito and Sakura talked about when they had to hang out in Kamui for a solid two minutes lmao 

“So you’re friends with sensei huh?” “Yeah it’s complicated but I think we’re cool now” “Yeah, same with us and Sasuke” “Sorry about that” “I don’t forgive you but thanks”

“You alright?” define ‘alright’ but also Obito’s never been alright a day in his life, Sakura 

Uh oh foreshadowing to the heavy gravity space where Obito d*es

Okay maybe this is the part of me that is still clings to their Part I friendship but Sasuke helping Sakura stand really brings out my inner soft bitch

 “It would’ve been helpful if we could’ve received this advice a bit earlier” Tobirama’s bitter about sitting through five episodes of filler

Tobirama: Why haven’t u been helping this whole time

Hagoromo: It all comes down to Madara’s magic pelvis—

“This man lent me his power and that’s why we were able to get here” does Sakura not know Obito’s name either khgkjhgjkgh

How many times will we watch these same two flashbacks of Obito’s life

Looks like Kakashi brought a knife to a taijutsu fight LMAO

God Rin is such a good friend to Obito and he repays her by literally defacing her grave 

“Am I powerless to do anything but sit here and watch” it’s not really your fault you can’t fly Kakashi tho u could try throwing some kunai or smth ur not a one sharingan pony

Ddkjhsdkjhd why does Obito get a line worrying about Naruto’s death but Kakashi doesn’t he’s spent the past two days trying to kill Naruto

I’m still emo abt Kakashi trying to die for Sasuke that’s his soooon

“Rin... this time, let’s spend some alone time together, just you and me” Why phrase it like that, Obito

"Why save someone useless like me” Kakashi get some therapy

“A fool full of only mistakes” it’s hard to disagree with Zetsu when they’re flashing back to every mistake Obito has ever made

Where’s the graphics set where Obito goes ‘admittedly I lost my cool here’ because that’s what that flashback was 

Update: found it

“Don’t cry, Obito, you’ll just get laughed at” this fantasy is an indication that Obito has no real comprehension of how fucked up Kakashi was by Rin’s death

Can you believe that Rin still dies in Obito’s jonin AU like....what. It’s not even like “AU of what I want” it’s like “AU where I learn how to cope with trauma” 

Also was this just an out for not designing an adult Rin bc he’s been thinking about Rin endlessly for like three episodes straight so..... what up with that

It’s still so fucking funny that Iruka’s in Obito’s jonin fantasy like when did they meet did he just absorb secondhand Iruka appreciation from Naruto 

“But, if you screw up, I won’t hesitate to step up as a candidate for Hokage myself” yesssssssss let Kakashi be the playful menace he truly aspires to be

Gjghjkhgjhg Obito’s “euuuuuuuuehhhh” when the paperwork dropped was funny

Sasuke’s face when Sakura punched Naruto was also v funny 

Honestly to be real for a second Obito imagining himself as buddies with Team 7 makes me mad u’ve done nothing but make these kids’ life TERRIBLE until today babysitting license REVOKED!!!!!!

Am I a hypocrite for enjoying AUs ft. Obito? Mayhaps!!!

“You told me that saving you was pretty much the same as saving the whole world, remember?” (Well.)

“I’d say, you did your best” You know that post that said it makes sense that Rin said this bc she’s a Scorpio. I’m still upset about it

You know... Naruto’s “the coolest guy” (“nothing but awesome”) comment about Obito is a direct parallel to “Bravest man I ever knew” in HP and that’s why, if I were to meet either adult man, I would dropkick both of them. In this essay I will—

“It’s kind of annoying seeing [Kakashi] all stiff and useless” u right Obito

Kishimoto pick up the phone I just want to talk about that rabbit bijuu design 

“A Susano’o? But whose?” DAD’S HEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRE

Kakashi with Six Paths Power REALLY feeds into my theory that Kakashi is Hagoromo’s transmigrant 

THAT’S MY TEAM READY TO SAVE THE WORLD TOGETHER!!!!!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 KAKASHI GETS HER VULNERABLE AND THEN THE BOYS ATTACK WHILE KAKASHI GUARDS THEIR BACKS AND SAKURA FORCES HER INTO PLACE THIS IS WHOLEASS TEAMWORK

“I really love you guys” YEAH HE DOES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay arc over haha right guys we’re good now RIGHT GUYS??

In part, Kakashi jumping around to save his students feels very much reminiscent of Part I’s “MY SENSEI SENSES ARE TINGLING” swoop and scoop that he and Gai loved to do

Lmao @ Kaguya spitting Madara out like he’s a bad-tasting vegetable

Coming up with an OP specifically for VOTE2 is so extra but I kind of love it the Diver parallels!!!!

Sasuke is SUCH a liar abt his attitude towards Team 7 - more specifically towards Sakura and Kakashi bc he has already granted that he cares for Naruto

Sasuke: Comrades? I don’t know her

Also Sasuke: Constantly urging Sakura and Kakashi to get to safety and actively intervening when they’re not

“Honestly at this point I don’t think anything could shock me anymore” Sakura really needs a hug and a nap

“I shall be sure to ask Obito tell me that tale in the afterworld” the real question is if Obito will still look 12 when he takes Hagoromo on the harrowing journey that is his life

Kakashi truly has endless love in his stupid ass heart Obito’s like, “Hmmm... whoops sorry 4 committing mass murder” and Kakashi’s like “Hehe, we all mess up sometimes :) See u in heaven”

Madara and Hashirama really did invent being in gay love huh

WOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP BUT KJHFKJHFKJH MY BABY BOY SAYING GOODBYE TO HIS DAD HE IS THE WORLD’S BIGGEST SWEETHEART

“You’ve now finally settled things with Madara” Tobirama has been waiting for like a hundred years for his brother to get over his ex

Hagoromo: Naruto’s your new conference room congrats kids 

Mmmmm I don’t like aaaaannnnnny of this

“You’re suggesting that I enjoy a roooOoomance” why say it like that Sasuke

I genuinely think this is the maddest that Kakashi’s ever been at Sasuke that boy is very, very grounded

“I, too, had two children at one time” OMG KAKASHI OFFICIALLY DESIGNATED TEAM 7 DAD BY HAGOROMO (ur miscounting tho Kakashi actually has four (4) children)

“I think I shall let Naruto handle this” said Hagoromo, and everyone who encountered any problem in this series ever

I’m very distracted from Sasuke’s dictatorship speech by the fact he looks so much like an alien. What is UP with his eyes they never look like this???? Why are they so far apart and narrow and angled

“Your blood will be the last that I shed” what r u just gonna keep genjutsuing ppl Sasuke? Could just keep the Tsukuyomi on then, homie

It also plays into the Hagoromo and Kakashi are related (spiritually or literally) that Hagoromo is equally as useless with advice to him lmao

Kakashi: What should I be doing, sir?

Hagoromo: Sometimes I like to pray :) 

Fjkkjgkjhgkjhk Sasuke claiming that Naruto is his only bond never ceases to amaze me like Sakura and Kakashi are RIGHT THERE ghkjhgkjhgkj u have been protecting them this whole time while they shout how much they care abt u. Just admit u have a crush on Naruto and go!!!

“I know your heart well by now. And you mine” Sasuke u unintentionally romantic dumbass

“Finally decided to kill me, huh,” said a thrilled Sasuke, taking a lesson from the Kakashi School of Very Much Needing Ninja Therapy

This entire fight is the Life or Death equivalent of this tweet:

Lmao one of these boys lost a tooth I want to know which of them has a dental implant 

Omg............... Iruka what is going ON.... u are suddenly v pale and also I think ur VA might be different could they not get the same Iruka or has he just forgotten how Iruka sounds

It was real unclear until this fight that Sasuke had any of the same powers as Nagato

“Now I can finally be alone... farewell, my one and only... friend” again... Sasuke... u can be in love with Naruto and still have other friends!!!!!!! Ask Naruto he has tons of friends he’s not in love with*

*Disclaimer: they are all in love with him

The idea that everyone Naruto’s ever cared about is spiritually trying to help him kick Sasuke’s ass is p funny

“Sakura and Kakashi are still there, they’ll figure something out” cute that you have such an assload of faith in your loved ones in ur life-flashing-before-you moment Sasuke but with what jutsu lmao

“I began to see a shadow of my own family in Squad 7″ YEAH HE DID  😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I still can’t believe that Kishimoto really wrote that all it took for Sasuke to return to Konoha was Naruto explaining to him how love and empathy work 

Omg Sasuke laughing...... I missed your laugh you precious boy

“Release the infinite Tsukuyomi once I’m dead by transplanting my left eye into Kakashi or someone else” Fhjfhkfh it detracts a little from the significance of Sasuke offering his eye to Kakashi to add the “someone else” but I guess they gotta make the syllables match up

Why is every Uchiha’s long-term plan just to die before they have to deal with the consequences of their actions

“I’m sorry” “Sorry? For what” “For everything” “You got that right” Sasuke I think u need to treat all of ur teammates to ramen 

“It’s finally back to the way it was” Kakashi loooves his baaabies 

TENZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 

Omg they included Guren from the filler arc in this crowd hahahaha

Gaara and Naruto enveloped in that same beam of light like Kakashi and Tenzo in the Tsukuyomi kghjghkgh SP said gentle gay rights

“I’m forbidden to talk about it” Team 7 would RIOT if Sasuke was locked up in a cell like that fuck you

Hahahaha I wish I could see the scene where Kakashi and Iruka decided to ambush Naruto with study materials 

Okay this is definitely a different Iruka ahhhhh weird I don’t like it

Iruka bursting into tears whenever Naruto talks about his progress.... same

I 100% believe that the vast majority of the reason Kakashi became Hokage was to pardon Sasuke but also that prison scene still seems appalling to me STOP MAKING THINGS WORSE THAN THEY WERE SHOWN TO BE

"Maybe next time” is super funny in the context that he does take her on his next mission outside the village and comes back with one (1) whole baby

Sasuke’s introspection usually seems to amount to “Birth is a curse and existence is a prison... oh hey Naruto <3″ 

The moral of the story seems to be that the best way to show someone you love them in ninja language is by telling them you want to keep punching them for the rest of your life

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What would tony do if he finds out peter does drugs or something like that every now and then (maybe even constantly? 👀)

As you can see, we enjoyed this prompt! :Dirondadgroupie

OH MY GOD! We got an ask about Peter doing drugs!!!! I have been waiting for this all my life :D

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Oh man lol I’ll let you take the reins on that one

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Haha, you trust my angst writing abilities ;D

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:DDDD

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I'm actually debating what to answer to that Peter is addicted prompt. Because the first fanfic I ever thought of but never finished is about that (and yeah, in my mind it was quite long) and I'm debating whether I should just write a quick summary about that to the question

Or whether I should come up with something completely different :D

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We can think of something different together!

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Yes!

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How about Peter starts drinking to deal with his anxiety? Like a shot helps him loosen up? He does it the first time he is at a party (maybe) SI related and there is an open bar and maybe someone he knows (not Tony), gives him a sip of his own drink and Peter feels how his anxiety and mental reservations melt away.

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Then he is very nervous about a test and someone offers him shot and yeah, he does great. Maybe Peter gets new friends for that and starts hanging out with them and they are ones who party hard and sneak into night clubs?

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Tony and May notice nothing wrong, they just see the kid is more open and relaxed and has lot more friends. But then Peter's school work starts suffering, Tony is worried but nonchalant because the kid doesn't need school anyway.

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Maybe Peter is at a party and then something happens, like the police show up and arrest him, or he drinks too much  and starts wandering around and passes out in the snow.

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I think those are great idea. I think it would have to be something else that pushes him to do drigs. Maybe he wasn’t able to save someone who died in front of him or even several people. It could be that he drinks and with the mix of drugs he wonders off and passes out in the snow.

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You know, in the story I never wrote, Peter was dating Gwen but met Mary Jane and fell in love. He left Gwen and then there was Green Goblin and yeah, Gwen dies when the web snaps her neck and Peter feels guilt and starts to drink to cope with things. At first, it's just shots every few hours, then he starts drinking more often and then more at a time.

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And Tony suspects something is wrong but nothing is done until there is a SI party where Peter gets hammered and starts walking and doing tricks on the edge of the balcony and then Tony and other Avengers have to practically coax him down and tuck him into bed to sleep it off.

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And yes to the last idea. Tony’s going fucking crazy watching his kid so all these tricks

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"No, no, no, sweetie, come down," Tony offers his hands for Peter to take. "Kiddo, I'll help you down. Just- come down, come- God, don't just stand there! Help!"

And Peter's steps are uncoordinated and he almost trips over the edge. And Tony isn't afraid about Peter unmasking his identity but that the kid will hurt himself.

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Tony’s heart is racing and he slowly reaches out to grab peter trying not to spook the kid too much at the moment. “Come on buddy. We’re missing the party. Don’t you want to go back there?”

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I imagine Peter starts muttering and talking in his drunken state. "Tony." "Yeah, Tony is here, kiddo," the man grabs his hand but Peter pulls away. The other Avengers approached them quietly. "Go away." "Yeah, sorry, buddy, no can do." "I'm having fun!" "Can't you have fun on the ground!" The boy giggles and does a somersault, nearly falling on his head.

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Tony loses about five year off his life watching Peter do that somersault. “Hey bud do you want to go down to the lab and see your new suit?” “The iron spider. I’ve seen that one already mister starks. It’s cool!” “No bud this is even a cooler one!”

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Peter raises an eyebrow. "Cooler one?" "Yes, much cooler and much more awesome," Tony nods. Peter looks wary but then crouches. Tony immediately offers him his hands. "That' it, good, then another leg."

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Peter gets into his feet but as soon as he takes a step, nearly falls on his face and yeah, gets the attention of all the guests."Kid, what the hell did you drink?" Tony hisses and the boy waves his hand. "Nothing-" "Don't try that trick with me, you are completely wasted!"

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Peter huffs and tries to walk away but Tony has a good grip on him and steers him towards the elevator. “Lemme go!”

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Tony takes them to the penthouse, the private living room and turns the boy so  they are face to face. "What the hell has gotten into you?!" Peter tries to get away. "No! We are talking this over!"

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"I don't want to!" Peter fights back. "Kid, you got drunk under my roof! Do you have any kind of idea I could get into trouble?"

"Oh, so that is what you care about," Peter hissed. "It's always you, you you! When is it about me!" Tony steeled his gaze and felt like slapping the boy. Maybe it would sober him up. "Alright, kid, stage is yours. Why did you drink?"

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"Because I want to damn it! You did it too when you were even  younger me! I've seen all the pictures! Don't act like you care now!" Peter pushes him away and stumbles against the coffee table as he tries to run.

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"And don't you start that act!" Tony grabbed him again and held him upright. "Don't you dare say I don't care! Who held you when you cried yourself to sleep day after day? Who made countless excuses to school when you didn't want to get out of bed? Who made sure you ate at least once every day?"

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"Nobody asked you to. Just leave me alone!" Peter pulls away from him and Tony can see the tears running down the kid's face. Peter manages to get away from Tony and stumble once more but this time he trips and smashes the side of his head against the coffee table.

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"Peter!" Tony is by the boy's side in a second. Peter curled up and muttered a quiet 'ow'. "Okay, up you go," The man pulled the boy into a sitting position and touched his head. "Good, you're not bleeding but that is going to leave a bump." "Don't care," Peter muttered. "But I care. C'mon," He helped the boy onto the couch and fetched an icebag. He wrapped it into a towel and held it against the boy's head

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He helps Peter lay down on the couch and continues to press the ice to his head. Peter seems to have been knocked out of his element by that hit and Tony uses it to his advantage. "Come on, buddy. Talk to me. I know that you know I care about you, kiddo and I want to help with whatevers going on."

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"You can't help me," Peter whispers. "Try me. Peter, there really isn't anything I haven't faced during my life." The boy is silent and Tony lifts the ice bag, the bump is growing bigger. "Have you been drinking or was this the first time?"

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Peter looks ashamed when he replies, "No, this wasn't the first time." Tony sighs, pressing the bag to Peter's bump once more. "When did this start, buddy?" "A few weeks ago, maybe two months. I don't know I can't remember that well."

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"Alright," Tony nods to hide his shock. "A few months, we can work with that. How much do you drink? How often?" Peter sniffs and curls into a fetal position. "I- it started with just shots, not too often but then- I don't know, it made me feel better. I started drinking more." "Beer or liquors?" "Both." "Have you ever been this drunk before?"

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"Worse." Tony can see the tears rolling down Peter's face. "Oh, buddy." He's angry, that's for sure, but he doesn't want to show that side of him to Peter right now. Something tells him that he needs to give all the support and comfort he can right now.

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"Shh," He lays down behind the boy and pulls him close, at least the couch was large and comfortable. "It' okay, kiddo." "It's not!" Peter cried and pulled at his hair. "I'm a failure!" "You told me what is wrong. That takes so much courage," Tony should know, it had taken him decades to start combating his alcoholism. "You should hate me," Peter sniffled and tried to get out from the hold.

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"Never. That's literally impossible." Tony wrapped his arms tighter, making sure that Peter wouldn't be able to escape. "I was a mess in front of everybody. They're never going to forget it and now they know I'm just a drunk."

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"You're not," Peter shook his head. Tony smiled. "You're neither. Peter, this is a sickness and it can be beaten." Peter burrowed closer to his mentor. "I don't feel like it can." "You just need to believe in it." "What if I don't want to?" Peter whispered. "What if I want to keep drinking?"

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“That’s not gonna be possible, buddy because I care about you and I have to keep you safe . I know yuh want to trust me I know but it’s not safe for you right now. But You’re not gonna be alone bud I promise.

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"You really won't give up," Peter groaned and tried to sit up. Tony frowned: "What is it?" "Feel sick," Peter gulped and turned whiter. "Okay," Tony was immediately standing up and helping the boy. "Try to keep it in till we get to the bathroom, okay?"

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Peter just nodded his head not trusting himself to talk. Tony all but carried him to the bathroom where he threw up. Luckily it all mostly went into the toilet bowl. Tony sighed kneeling down next to Peter and rubbing his back. “Let it all out bud.”

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There was a knock on the door just as Tony was wiping Peter's face and shirt with a wet towel. "We're okay!" Tony called. "Do you need anything?" Steve's voice sounded and Tony got up, ruffling Peter's hair gently before opening the door. He glanced that Peter was still sitting by the toilet and stepped outside. "Could you get Peter's bed ready: bucket, maybe some towels, water, gatorade, you know the drill?"

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“No problem. Want me to get Bruce up here?” Tony glanced over at Peter who looked pale and drained of all energy right now. “Not right now. Kid just needs to sleep this off, hopefully.” Tony helped peter to his feet after getting him cleaned up holding the kid steady. “Come on, kiddo. Bedtime for you.”

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Tony walked Peter towards the upper level where Peter's room was in Tony's suite. It had been one of May's conditions because Peter was still a kid and needed supervision. Not that Tony objected. "My throat hurts," Peter coughed and Tony pulled him closer to his side. "I can imagine, bringing up tequila is not fun. What else did you drink? I need to know but I couldn't really tell it from the color."

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“I don’t know. I think it was vodka with something else mixed in.” Tony muttered underneath his breath “must have been something alright.” They got to Peters room were Steve was finishing up setting up his bed.

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"Hey," Steve whispered and pulled the covers back. "You doing okay, Peter?" Peter shrugged and noticed the night clothes Steve had set on a chair. "Okay, kiddo, let's get you into something more comfortable." Steve discreetly turned his face away while Tony stripped the boy. The soldier focused on making sure the area around the bucket was covered with old newspapers.

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Peter felt like absolute crap as Tony started stripping him down and dressing him in pajamas like he was a little kid. He supposed this shame was what he deserved after tonight. “Come on, bud.” Tony finished tying his sleeping pants before turning Peter around and helping him into bed.

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"Here," Tony opened a bottle of water. "Have some of this." Peter took a sip and realized how thirsty he really was. He downed half the bottle in one go and Tony chuckled. "Okay, good," He set the bottle on the nightstand and covered Peter up to his waist. The boy turned on his stomach and was out like a light in a second. Tony frowned, he had to keep an eye on the kid. Steve rubbed his neck. "So, what is this about? Peter sneaked into your liquor cabinet?"

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“More like raided the damn thing. He’s gonna be feeling the shit tomorrow morning.” Tony took a seat on to the armchair next to the bed and rubbed his face. “What led him to do that. He’s  a good kid. I’d never think he’d go around drinking underage.”

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Steve shrugged: "He is still a good kid, just made a poor decision." "Or several poor decisions," Tony muttered and watched how Peter's back rose and fell with breaths. "Maybe he took influence from us? He spends so much time with adults and yeah, he has complained many times how he is the only one who can't drink," Steve suggested hopelessly.

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“Maybe but there might be more going on. No one goes all out like this just to have a little bit of fun with the rest of the adults.” Steve nodded his head to Tony’s words. “You need anything else before I head out. I assume you’re gonna be sleeping here for the night.”

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"Yeah, I don't dare leave him alone," Tony said, his eyes on the boy. "FRIDAY monitors him but she can't physically do anything if he starts choking in his vomit." "I don't think that is going to happen," Steve frowned but Tony shook his head. "Don't be so sure. He is a kid and drank way too much." "Are you sure you don't want Bruce to check him up?"

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Tony sighed rubbing his face, “I don’t see the harm in him doing so. If anything happened to him tonight I don’t think I’d forgive myself for not having him checked our earlier.” Steve nodded his head in agreement, “I’ll go grab him.”

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Tony only had to wait for five minutes but during that short time, Peter woke up with a gurgle and threw up the water he had drunk. "It's okay," Tony muttered as he rubbed the boy's back. Peter coughed pitifully and laid on the bed in a dead heap. Bruce opened the door and saw the pitiful sight. He cleared his throat. "I heard Peter is not feeling too hot?"

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“You could say that. Did Steve tell you what’s going on?” Tony kept his hand buried in Peters curls trying to give him some kid of comfort while the kid whimpered. Surely because of how bad his stomach and throat were burning now. Bruce approaches the bed a frown on his face “I got the important details down.”

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"Yeah, let's save the serious talk until Peter is out of danger," Tony whispered and turned his face to Peter. "Hey, bud, Brucie is here to check up on you. Maybe he'll give you some of the good stuff." "Don't promise anything for me, Tony," Bruce snapped and sat on the bed. He checked the boy's pulse and with Tony's help turned the boy on his back.

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“Nooo,” Peter whined as he was turned around, jostling his stomach and and head. “You’re okay, Peter. Bruce just has to take a look at you okay?” Tony sweeper his hair back watching as Brice grabbed a penlight from the medical kit he brought with him. “Can you open your eyes for me, kiddo? Looks like you took a big fall in the living room.”

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Peter shook his head but Bruce pulled his eyelid up nevertheless. "Good," the man said after the short check-up. "Yeah, seems like you don't have a concussion but you might still feel sore." Tony breathed out in relief, the one thing that would have made this night was a brain bleed. "I'm gonna take your blood pressure so just relax."

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“M’tired,” Peter complained as Bruce took one of his arms and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around starting to squeeze it tight. “I bet you are bud, Bruce is almost done kiddo. Bet he just has to check a few more things but you can rest in the meanwhile kiddo.” Peter sighed after Tony’s words and just let his eyes close and drifted off quickly. “Can we get him rolled over to his side. I want to check his lungs.” Bruce asked and Tony cooed gently as he turned Peter over and the kid immediately lifted his head and put it on Tony’s lap.

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Tony couldn't a tender smile. He placed a soft kiss on the boy's hair: "Little sleepy head." Bruce closed his eyes as he tried to focus on the boy's breathing and any abnormalities. Finally Tony saw Bruce relax, but only slightly. "His lungs are clear." "So-" "He is not in any immediate danger," Bruce began putting his equipment away. "He needs monitoring for the night since it's his first time drinking and we don't know-" "It's not," Tony considered Bruce a close friend, and he needed some support.

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Bruce raised an eyebrow and Tony told him everything. “Jesus,” Bruce muttered as he learned everything and glanced down at the kid that he thought he knew well. Apparently the kid had a few demons he was trying to hide away. “We’re gonna get him help, Tony. We will all be there for him. You’re doing a great job now and whatever lead to this is not your fault.  Let’s try to get him through the night for now. Do you want me to stay? Otherwise I’ll come in a few hours and check him again.”

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Tony fought to keep the tears at bay. "No, you can go to sleep, Peter wouldn

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wouldn't want everyone to see him like this." He took in a deep breath. "I should have noticed something was wrong. There were signs but I thought it was just hormones or whatever the crap teens go through." Bruce listened intently. "You couldn't have known, Tony." "He couldn't talk to me." "But he told you now," Bruce pointed out. "Maybe it took him a while but he told you he needed help." "Not in those words," Tony shook his head. "He says he doesn't want to quit drinking."

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“Probably because he feels like he can’t or doesn’t have the power to. He just needs to know that you’ll help him through it. That we all will and once he understands that then he can start getting over this. He just needs all the support he can have right now.” Tony sniffled and nodded his head. Bruce left a few minutes after promising to come back in a few hours.

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Tony waited till the few tears rolling down his face had dried out. He stood up and made sure Peter was supported with pillows. The kid looked comfortable but unconscious, Tony had to check his breathing and pulse again to calm his mind. He stroked the kid's hair for a few minutes and Peter made slight voice in the back of his throat.

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“Shh, you’re okay kiddo.” Tony pressed a kiss to his forehead and it seemed to calm Peter down. He tucked the blankets around the kid before laying down next to him. Peter unconsciously curled around Tony who wrapped his arms around him.

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"There you go," Tony whispered. "Nice and warm." He stroked the kid's hair and hummed quietly into his ear. Peter seemed to enjoy it. The man rested but couldn't not fall to sleep. The slightest noise Peter made woke him up and prepared him to dash for the bucket if the need arose. Peter slept for an hour until he started throwing up again.

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Tony sat up and quickly grabbed the bucket and directed Peter into throwing up in there instead. Thankfully it looked like Peter had only managed to make a mess of the blankets and not any of his clothes which would make the clean up process easier. “Let it out buddy. It’s okay” Tony cooed rubbing circles in Peters back.

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Peter gagged and brought up more of his stomach contents. Finally the boy seemed to be done for the moment and passed out. Tony guided him gently to lie on his back on the bed. First he checked the kid's breathing and yes, it was still steady. Tony was still worried, the boy's condition seemed to be worsening. Or maybe he just imagined it all because it was his kid that was sick.

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Tony thought to wait and see where the next hour would take them. He tucked Peter back into bed after getting a new blanket and throwing the other into the laundry. He told Friday to keep monitoring Peter as he laid back down next to the kid but didn’t sleep. It was only about fifteen minutes later that Peter started gagging again.

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"Oh, come on!" Tony muttered to the heavens as he pulled the boy into a sitting position, before Peter would choke. He grabbed the bucket and leaned the boy's head over it. "Come on, all out, kiddo. All out." He patted Peter's back and tried to get the boy to cough harder. The kid was limp and vomit dripped out of his mouth.

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He directed Friday send a message to Bruce. Peter was quickly getting dehydrated and if nothing else he needed to be on a saline drip a few hours ago. Peter kept whimpering as the last drops of vomit made their way into the bucket before he just fell into Tony’s arms.

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"That's good," Tony rubbed the boy's back as he set the bucket on the floor. "You're doing so good, kiddo." Peter coughed weakly and Tony pulled him against his chest. The kid's lips were chapped and the boy smelled. "You want some water?" He took a bottle and helped Peter drink it. Or tried to. "Kiddo, hey, focus," He dripped water on the boy's lips and into his mouth.

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A little bit of the water spilled out the side of his mouth and Tony wiped it away. "M'sorry." Peter mumbled as he pressed his face against Tony's chest. "Don't be sorry, bud." Tony stroked the kid's hair and rubbed his back til Bruce came back up to the room, with his medical bag and IV supplies.

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"How are you doing, Peter?" Bruce smiled weakly. "Crappy," The boy coughed and winced as his throat hurt. "He's been throwing up a lot," Tony added and adjusted his hold on Peter. "Yes, that is to be expected. Have you gotten him to drink anything?" "Tried some water, wouldn't swallow any," Tony looked worriedly as the boy teetered on the edge of consciousness. "Try to stay with us for a moment, kiddo. Brucie is making you feel better." "No," Peter shook his head and shivered. "Don't-"

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“We got to bud.” Tony left no room for argument in his tone. “Let’s get the IV started at least because with how much he’s thrown up he’s gotta to be really dehydrated right now. Then we can focus on everything else.” Bruce said as he got everything ready.

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"No," The boy shook his head weakly. Tony gripped him tighter. "Kiddo, it will make you feel better, trust me." Bruce cleaned the back of the boy's hand with alcohol. Peter gagged at the smell. "FRIDAY, open a window slightly." Bruce approached the boy with a needle. "Now, Peter, it's only a small pinch, you know the drill." Peter jerked his hand away. Tony grabbed it. "Remember the trick, look at the wall and breathe deeply." "Don't want it," Peter shook his head. "Don't- Not worth it."

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“If it’s going to make you feel better then it is absolutely worth it. Your health is important Peter.” Peter moaned after Tony’s words and Tony took his hand once more and gently held it out for Banner. “Quick pinch” even with the warning from Brice Peter still cried out the needle was inserted and Tony cooed softly.

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"There, there," The man stroked the boy's hair. "You did so well, Petey." Bruce finished setting the IV and hang a bag of saline solution from a metal pole. "There, you'll feel better soon." "Your body just needs some salt," Tony nodded and rubbed the boy's arm. "You can tap out again." Peter still had tears in his eyes. "A drink would help," He whispered. Tony raised an eyebrow. "You ready to try some water?" "No," The boy shivered. "Stronger. Maybe tequila." Tony grasped the boy tighter. "You seriously have the balls to ask me that?!"

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Peter whimpered at the stronger hold and Bruce reaches over placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “You’re holding him too tight Tony. Ease up just a little.” Tony however was growing red in the face. “No! Didn’t you hear what he just said?! After everything?!”

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"I heard him but right now you are hurting him," Bruce's gaze was hard and Tony obeyed him, no matter how difficult it was. Bruce then turned to Peter. "We will not deal with your psyche tonight but know that what you are saying is concerning." "I don't care," Peter shook his head. "I want to drink. Makes me feel better."

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“Trust me one day it will stop making you feel better.” Tony told him before laying him back down on the bed. Bruce was sighing as he got the rest of his things out. “The medicine I’m gonna give him for nausea is gonna knock him out pretty good Tony.” “Good he needs the rest and I don’t need to bear him talk about drinking any more.”

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"It's important to listen," Bruce said as he took out an injection and began to measure the medication. "He is reaching out, means he is suffering and needs help." "But it hurts," Tony whispered. "You're my kiddo, Peter. And I love you so much," He kissed the boy's hair and Peter coughed miserably. He shivered and Tony wrapped him up in a blanket.

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Tony directed Friday to increase the temperature in the room. “Is him feeling this cold normal? Or is he coming down with something else? Shit you don’t think he has a fever?” Tony looked worried and helpless as he turned to his friend hoping that Bruce could give him some answers.

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"This is not ideal but normal," Bruce frowned. "Alcohol poisoning can cause hypothermia but only in extreme circumstances," the man added at Tony's shocked expression. "We just need to tuck him in. This will heal itself as soon as his body is rid of the liquor." "I can't imagine how he could have any left in his stomach," Tony muttered as he helped Peter lay down on the bed and covered him up to his neck.

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“We’ll let the medicine do its job for right now. He should sleep through the rest of the night and most of the morning. He needs a second dose in a few hours though. Do you think you’ll be able to handle it or want me to come back later?” Tony looked at the dark circles underneath his friends eyes and frowned. He had done enough IVs in his life that he knew he could handle it. “That’s fine. I can do it. You get some sleep.”

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"Are you sure?" Bruce checked further. Tony nodded and his friend left the extra medicine plus instructions and made Tony swear he would call him if anything happened. "Goodnight, Peter," Bruce patted the boy's knee. "Feel better." Tony sighed as the door closed. He laid down on the bed beside his kid and wrapped an arm around the boy's chest. "Rest up, okay. We're gonna have a serious talk tomorrow."

[megamanx1994]

Xenoforce III Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Dirt in Your Eye (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Xenoblade!) I was lying on my bed. Rock, meet bottom. When life ends up screwing you over, you can think back to a time that got you in this mess to begin with. Mine was when I signed up for that science off just to show Edmund that I was the better man, and now look what…. “Give it a rest Pal,” I said. (What? I’m just telling them what happened!) “No need buddy,” I said, “They already saw what happened, and they’re reading the book remember?” (Yeah but…. But…) “Leave me alone,” I said turning my head. Someone knocked on the door. “If you’re from the Michael Morrison Support team, just leave the snacks and stuff outside,” I said. I opened the door and it was Vivian. “V, what’s up?” I asked. “Can I come in?” asked Vivian. “Sure,” I said letting her in, “Can I get you anything.” “I just stopped by to deliver some news,” said Vivian, “Dad kicked Grandpa out of the house!” “He did what?” I asked. “Yeah, he finally stood up to him, then told him to pack some things and get out, and he did!” said Vivian, “And now he’s gone!” Vivian hugged me. “That’s great,” I said, “At least things are going good for you.” “I’m really sorry about you getting disqualified,” said Vivian, “If there’s anything I can do I’ll do it.” “Thanks,” I said, “I appreciate that.” “Any luck finding Battery?” asked Vivian. “Not quite,” I said, “I’ve put a tracer on the suit so I can know where he’s going.” My computer started beeping. “What the…” I said. Johnny was heading out. “Another Scavenger’s job perhaps,” I said, “Let’s go.” “Wait,” said Vivian, “There’s somebody who can help us.” We were at Lola’s dorm. “So why are we here?” I asked. “Because I recently applied for Scavenger’s for Hire, and it turns out that Johnny is affiliated with them,” said Lola, “Plus it finally gives me a reason to pull out my old project, Codenamed; Arachnid.” She pressed a button and a door to a secret room opened. “Behold my secret lab,” said Lola. 

Vivian and I were amazed. I looked at a blue and yellow costume. “This is what you’ve been working on?” I asked. “That’s just a prototype,” said Lola. “Wait a second,” I said, “You were that spider-girl from the tryouts for the science off!” “That’s me,” said Lola. “You know what’s amazing?” I asked, “This web fluid that you made up.” I was looking at a small cartridge of the web fluid. “Who made this?” I asked. “That would be moi,” said Lola, “And for wall crawling I made some mag grips that can stick to any surface.” “Well aside from the web shooters, you’re gonna need an upgraded suit,” I said. “I think we should tell her,” said Vivian. “Tell me what?” asked Lola. “Ok, you’re gonna wanna step back a bit,” I said. I pulled out my Xeno Watch and pressed it. I instantly transformed into Xenoblade. “Whoa!” said Lola. “I know right!?” I said. “I think you’re gonna need my help on this,” said Lola. “Right, but it could be dangerous,” I said, “I should let your dad know you’re going on a little field trip….” Lola used one of her web shooters and my hand was stuck to the wall. “Do not tell him,” said Lola. “Ok Arachnid-Girl,” I said, “Um can you…” “Oh sorry,” she said. I went to my place. (To the 4th wall) If I’m gonna take on these punks, I’ll need to make a few adjustments. I got out the black suit and put it on. Battery was heading to the Space Pirates hidden base. When he got inside he heard footsteps and turned around. It was me, Samus, Ratchet and Purple Haze. “What do you want from me?” he asked. “I wanna help you,” I said, “Somebody named Lola Montez explained everything.” “Xenoblade, you don’t understand,” said Battery, “I have to do this alone.” “The hell you do,” I said making him face me, “I may be a superhero, but even I need help sometimes.” “If you’re here to get the suit back for Michael Morrison, then I’ll give it back after this,” said Johnny. “That won’t be necessary,” I said taking off my mask, “Because I’m right here.” He looked at me. “Michael?” asked Battery as he took off his mask. “Johnny,” I said, “Its been a while.” The lights started to turn on. Space Pirates with high tech weapons had their sights on us. “Well, well, well,” said Dargan. “That’s a pretty deep well,” said Purple Haze. He had on some strange armor. “Do you like my armor?” he asked, “Its like yours only its better.” “It’s the man, not the machine buster,” I said, “Now here’s what’s gonna happen; You’re gonna give back the technology you stole, and turn yourselves in.” “Or get your asses kicked by us superheroes,” said Purple Haze. “In case you don’t realize you’re outnumbered,” said Dargan, “There’s dozens of us and only 3 of you.” “You’re right, that’s why I called for backup,” I said, “UNDEROOS!” Someone shot webs at some of the space pirates and joined us. It was Lola in her new high tech Arachnid Girl suit. “Nice job!” I said giving her a thumbs up. “Thanks, though I could’ve had a better landing, it’s the suit,” said Lola, “No its nothing, the suit is perfect!” “Look no need to start talking,” I said. “Oh, Battery, I’m a big fan of yours, my name’s Arachnid Girl,” said Lola. “You’ve been busy,” said Dargan. “I can say the same about you,” I said, “Last chance to surrender.” “Oh I don’t think so,” he said. He pressed a button and a giant mechanic suit appeared. He jumped inside and activated it. “Right….” I said, “Ratchet and Samus, you’re with me, Johnny you distract those punks!” “What should I do?” asked Lola. “What we discussed,” I said, “Web em up but keep your distance!” “Got it!” said Lola. Samus was firing at the Omega Space Pirate but it was absorbing her shots. “Samus use the scan visor!” I said. “You put a scan visor in this suit?” asked Samus. “I put a lot of things in this suit,” I said, “Now scan it.” Samus scanned the suit and saw some weak spots. “It looks like its weak to plasma,” said Samus. “Activate the Plasma Beam,” I said. Some space pirates were after Johnny. Lola swung by and started fighting them. She shot a web rope at one of the pirates and pulled him close then kicked him back. “Now that’s what I call web fu,” said Lola, “Oh shit!” She somehow sensed someone was about to attack her and counterattacked. She then webbed him to the floor. “Whoa is that stuff coming out of you?” asked Johnny. “Not really,” said Lola, “I developed the webbing myself and it comes out of these web shooters and….” “I don’t know if you’ve been in a real fight but there’s not this much talking,” said Battery. Samus shot the space pirate mech with plasma. Parts of its armor shattered. It turned invisible and Samus looked for it. “There he is!” she said. She was using her thermal visor. The mech was growing back parts. It was about to attack but then Lola stopped it with her webbing. “Nice shot!” I said.  Dargan did a shockwave attack knocking us all down. “Alright,” I said. I jumped on his mech and got on the cockpit. “Get off me!” said Dargan trying to pull me off. He grabbed me and got me in a bear hug. I saw some wires. “These look important,” I said pulling them. I ripped off his targeting system and got free. The costume somehow repaired itself and formed an arm cannon like Samus.. “Whoa,” I said. “Your costume intrigues me Xenoblade,” said Dargan, “I’ll enjoy peeling it off of you.” “Over my dead body,” I said in a serious tone. His goons came at me. I started shooting at them taking them all down. “I could use this,” I said. I fought them off and overpowered them. One of the space pirates tried to attack me from behind but I quickly turned around and kicked him in the face. I then ripped his weapon off and used it against him. “How do you like that punk-ass!” I said. Dargan opened the cockpit and started firing at me. I jumped around dodging him. “Hold still you little prick,” he said. He kept firing and I used my monado to deflect the bullets. “This is ironic!” said Dargan, “Trying to rid the world of weapons with Scavenger’s for Hire, you just gave it its best one yet, and now, I’m gonna kill you with it.” “Good luck with that,” I said. I imagined a pair or wings. The digital imagery was red instead of Green.  I charged at Dargan and attacked him and he forced me off. I saw something that could help. It as an EMP capsule. I did a bunch of flips and threw it at Dargan. It overloaded his weapon and it shut down. I then kicked him out of his mech and he fell. “You lose,” I said. The cops showed up and arrested him. One of the workers for SFH congratulated Johnny for his hard work and paid him. “This’ll be more than enough,” said Johnny. “Awesome job out there Johnny,” said Lola. “How do you know my name?” he asked. Lola unmasked herself. “Lola?” asked Johnny. “You don’t have to do these things alone anymore cause I’m here for you,” said Lola. “Thanks,” said Johnny. They shared a kiss. “Get a room,” said Samus. Johnny came to me. “You’ll probably want this suit back,” he said. “Mine too,” said Lola. “No keep them,” I said, “SFH could use people like you.” “Oh this is your share,” said Johnny, “Take it.” He gave me some of the money. “You’re a good man,” I said. Lola swung back to her house and quietly opened the door. She turned around and saw her father in a wheelchair. “Dad,” she said surprised. “So how was your day today?” he asked, “Did you do anything special?” She thought for a moment. “Dad, if I told you what happened, you probably wouldn’t believe me,” she said. He pulled out her old arachnid-girl suit and smiled at her. “Try me,” he said. Later I was walking around campus and still had the black suit on. I heard people talking about Xenoblade and some of the things weren’t positive. I saw a newspaper. It read “Criminal! Xenoblade’s true colors exposed.” I saw Edmund’s name in the credits. “I’m gonna put some dirt in your eye,” I said.

[flimsyzee]

Season 6 Possibilities

I remember seeing so many of these for s5 and haven’t seen any so far so why not.

So Jeremy kinda spoiled a bit that we may get some Acknowledgement of Keith’s near sacrifice from s4 which, could possibly come up at either the worst time or a really tense moment by, if not Keith probably Matt.

Any Update on my favourite Hoe Haggar?? WHere She At What Is She Up To??? Now that she’s aware of space Atlantis is she harnessing Quintessence from it?? Cause she does still have the Komar and I have a nagging feeling she might be behind whatever is destroying those planets in the background with Keith and Krolia.

Also if Lance turns out to save them with Red I may just tear up.

Introductions!!!! That’s Bound To happen if Keith And Krolia show up in Red and with Lance’s “Hey Everybody Keith’s Back!!!” I can just see the team showing up and it being a parallel to when Pidge introduced Matt to the team, though with more surprise.

Hunk tearing up: “Oh Wow! You’ve found your Mum Keith! That’s awesome” :’)

Finally we can unmask Kuron for the deceiver he is and start some mass panic about the whereabouts of Shiro

Black Paladin Lance 

The Return of That Weird Creature Krolia left behind. What is up with that, can we please know the whereabouts of that thing. Are there more Experiments that ended up just as poorly in other parts of the galaxy?? Like poorly pre-evolved Robeasts?

So there were mentions of the return of an old friend. ULAZ???? THACE??? THOSE GOOD OL’ GALRA BUDDIES???? PLEASEE

In All honesty that may end up being Narti what with the theory I saw circling before with the possibility of her being brought back.

Can I get an update on the Cat? Is the old fella doing alright? Dreamworks please I want answers.

Lance Being acknowledge as the amazing Leader he is and becoming the Black Paladin???

Let Keith Return To The Team. PLEase

If Someone’s gonna die Dreamworks I hope you stay 10,0000 meters away from Krolia.

Have the reveal of Axca and Keith being Siblings

Also Keith’s Dad possibly being involved with the Garrison who then started to get suspicious of him when he’d be gone for days.  So they walk up to his door one day and he hasn’t been seen since.

Last but not least Lance for Black Paladin

[junkyardromeo]

Alright, with all my albums listed and the all the lives, greatest hits, compilations and soundtracks taken out, we've got a healthy 201 album randomized bracket set.

For round 1, I'm gonna send the two albums up against each other and my favourite song from each in case you're unfamiliar with it (very likely, cause this is a combo of my collection and my dad's collection and things get weird). For a fair assessment, I ask that you listen to at least half or up to 2 minutes of each song I send.

ROUND 1:

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles VS Theatre Of Pain by Motley Crue

The "Chirping" Crickets by Buddy Holly And The Crickets VS Blackstar by David Bowie

L.A. Woman by The Doors VS Unmasked by Kiss

Crazy From The Heat by David Lee Roth VS Rock Island by Jethro Tull

Eye In The Sky by The Alan Parsons Project VS Back In Black by AC/DC

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ok!! i actually know all of these which is cool and lemme just say, the alan parsons project is one of my dad's favs and they are SO underrated. anyways.

my winners are mötley, bowie, the doors, dlr, and the alan parsons project (that last one was TOUGH but i think musically eye on the sky is better)