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friggsdc · 4 years

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Title: little delinquent pt iii

part ii | part iii | part iv

Warnings: Female!reader (bat!sis), mostly family fluff, AU, hurt/comfort, Jason’s language

Word Count: 4700~

Synop: It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment before the latter spoke up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” he tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

A/N: tbh I cut the last chapter in two, this is the second half ee;;;; but I rewrote it to be it’s own chapter tho haha. Hum… this doesn’t pick up exactly where the last chapter ended, but it’s still all here. c’: Also, if you wear glasses, just know grumpy ol’ Bruce would probably force contacts on you in public (he’d see them as more ‘professional,’ and glasses as a danger/hazard in the field). Glasses are for home only sighs.

Ngl I see lexcorp similar to westworld’s delos, lotsa fancy designs ee;;;; Cadmus like nasa test rooms, clinical as heck with little to no windows, and wayne ent with Alien franchise’s archaic but advanced spaceship tech, or dracula’s castle with cubicles lmao

“Hey, Jaybird…”

Normally he knew what to expect, normally he’d open the door braced for a tackle, so when the rush of wind never came, he was at a bit of a loss. There you were, dressed like Bruce for some irritating reason. A size-too-big of a jacket, zipped up over a uselessly thin black turtleneck, a pair of black gloves, pants covering everything, and a pair of black lace-less… boots… with red… soles…?, and a suspiciously familiar-looking kid in your arms…

There was a slight guilty look on your face as you gauged his reaction, he could tell, you were nervous.

Wait.

He eyed the kid something scary, his voice grounding out, “so, who do I have to murder?”

“You weren’t gone that long, you know.” Snorting, you pushed past him into the small safe house, frowning at the bareness of it all before situating Terrence on the floor mattress. “How you sleep on this thing is beyond me…” he just shrugged, “too used to it? Answer the question,” he pointed at the kid while closing the door, “who?”

Agitated.

“Terrence,” said child was looking around, but there was only so much that would grab his attention, as empty as the room was.

“His name is Terrence, and he’s no one else’s, he’s… mine.”

“You just said it hasn’t been that damned long—” his frustration was building; he wasn’t liking where this was going, not that you were aware which direction his head was headed at the moment, you’d just gotten here.

You shook your head, “don’t tell me you…” his anger settled into a dark scowl, but you refused to look at him, “you can’t seriously bring more kids into that fucking prison.” He was so conflicted, it was you, but you were still a Wayne. It scared him to think of more children stuck in that lonely mansion, becoming bitter like he had.

You remembered what Dick had said days earlier when he first saw the child,

“Jason—” you began, a slight warning to your tone.

He didn’t care,

“Don’t be like Bruce.”

His voice was so cold.

Terrence had crawled his way over to the legs of the table in the makeshift kitchen, eyes on a prize as he began trying to figure out how a chair worked.

“You know, that actually hurt.”

You didn’t hate your father like Jason projected, but you knew the way he spoke about him, the way he expressed his feelings, that he ‘hated’ him. It was a half-truth, you knew. Jason preferred not hurting you, next to Alfred, you were more tolerable than the other family members.

Somedays Tim and Dick made that list. Somedays.

But that didn’t mean he was actively trying to be kind, he wanted it to stab.

Petty. Resentful. Haunted.

He went to say more, but stopped, fists shaking slightly from anger.

You were staring him down, that same look of disappointment Bruce would give him when he made an obviously stupid decision, as if he were still a Robin in training. Like your father, you could read him like an open book when you tried, it made him feel vulnerable, guilty, small.

Fucking frustrated.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he was at a loss for words, “…shit.” He turned away from you, coming back to the moment as he tried to reign in his temper, “it’s just…”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.”

Instead of continuing to argue the point, too used to his outbursts (Alfred and your family primed you too well for dealing with the unstable emotions of others), you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, head resting on his clothed chest, “missed you, Jay.”

Almost hesitantly, his arms returned the hug, his head burying itself in your hair, “sorry…” he breathed out, almost too quiet. He was tense as you pulled back a bit, reaching up to grab his face in your gloved hands as you leaned up on your toes, pulling his head down to yours. You touched your forehead to his, making certain to be gentle, “Honestly, it’s okay Jay. I forgive you, okay?”

“Cold,” his hands cupped your (oddly chilled) gloved ones, eyes searching your face before he shifted, head nodding slightly, rubbing yours. A heavy sigh escaped him, an awkward smile forming, “so, how’s my cutest little sister been?”

Glad that he was trying to get past his guilt, you shook your head, “a roller coaster. Dad’s upset at me.”

He just snorted in amusement, relaxing a little as you continued, “And how was California? The Titans? I miss Kory…” you blinked at his flat expression, “what? You were at the Tower, right? With Kory and Roy, and the others?”

Wow you ruined the moment fast.

“Aaaand that’s where you stop being cute. I swear this family is full of creepers. I think Dick’s the only normal one,” you tilted your head as he kept his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Honestly, you and Tim are terrifying, your brother is a demon, and I don’t even want to describe Bruce.”

“Glad you didn’t include yourself in that, zomboy,” he groaned, “that’s hurtful,” then he pouted, finally getting a good look at you.

Terrence was old enough to stand on his two legs as he held onto the chair, but he kept stumbling as he moved uncertainly. His eyes were focused on his mission as he started trying to climb further up.

Something clicked in the back of Jason’s brain, sudden realization dawning, “what…” you sighed, his hand moving from your shoulder, “is this…?” You refused to meet his stare as his fingers hooked on the zipper of your jacket, “uhm…” you flushed as he pulled it down, a bright red bat in his face.

There was a sudden sparkle in his eyes.

“Huh, didn’t expect you to be that much of a fan.” You were burning from head to toe now, refusing to look at him at all, rubbing the back of your neck with a thick swallow. “That… that’s kind of the problem…”

“What, that you’re walking around with my colors?” His grin seemed disappointed, but turned a bit more concerned at the frown you leveled at him, “it… let me explain… I think I need help…”

“Definitely gonna need explanations. A lot of them.” The kid was one thing, this outfit was another. He made to sit down, and you followed, leaving Terrence to his own devices for the moment.

It’s not like there was much trouble to get into, everything of worth or danger was out of his reach.

“…yeah.”

“…”

“What is it?”

“…Why’d you think I slept with someone? When you first saw Terrence in my arms?”

He leaned away from you, chin resting on his palm, propped up on the arm of the couch with his elbow, “I’m your brother, and he looks like… it’s… I’m supposed to get upset about that… just… answer…” he did his best to keep a straight face, but eventually he had to turn away, looking at the wall, ears burning.

“Hm…?” you leaned towards him and he didn’t have to look at you to know you had a less than innocent smile on right now.

“Creep.”

You just laughed as you leaned into his side, causing him to crack a small smile, still not looking at you.

[“So… How to start this…”]

[“The suit, first, Terry after.”]

[“Terry?”]

[“The kid. Just explaaaaain already, uuugh I have patrol in a few hours…”]

[A heavy sigh, “Okay, then... So, you know how Lex helps fund the Society’s shenanigans?”]

[“…oh.”]

[“Yeah.”]

When it came to most places, breaking and entering was always easier at night, but for the LexCorp building? Nighttime came with problems, it came with heightened security, rigorous control, and the easy ability to spot something that was out of place. There was also your youngest brother who had filled you in on his adventures with Jon once, not a single detail of the LexCorp building having been left out; he was a thorough kid.

It was far easier to infiltrate during the day, the number of staff on the security team, the cliques of scientists and researchers, and the average workers meandering about made it easy to blend. You had donned a pair of (older prototype) smart glasses, normal from the viewer’s perspective, an integrative matrix mapping AI system from the wearer’s. Well, it could do more, but this was what you needed, the constant reconstruction of old building plans for more accuracy as you walked around.

Tim’d made some amazing things over the years, such as his matrix encryption to keep your work phone quiet, scrambling any noticeable connections that could be traceable. But this one was probably the coolest in your opinion, and he had yet to see the return of said glasses since you wouldn’t give them up, and he could never find where you’d put them. The glasses were a useful subtle change from the norm, a quick disguise, the security barely giving you a glance-over as you entered the passcode for the ID tag you wore, walking into the building.

With a slight wave from you, and a “Good Afternoon!” from them, getting in the backdoor was always the easy part. There were two more women next to you chatting in excitement and you made to stick close to them, parting only when you came upon the women’s locker rooms. The badge number Tim’d tracked down for you was useful until it wasn’t, Lex’s problem was needing levels three and above extensive background checks on anyone hired, and Tim knew exactly where to look.

[“Like I said, terrifying.”]

[“You do the same thing.”]

[“That’s a bit above my paygrade, usually I ask Tim for help when I need information from behind top-of-the-line security walls.”]

[“Oh.”]

[“Yeah.”]

Next was invasion of personal privacy and property, and a lot of it. You’d have felt worse if it weren’t for having been raised this way, “you’ll find out that people are just that, some sick and twisted, some happy and kind-hearted, but in the end, we’re all the same. Eventually, nothing will surprise you,” your father would say.

It didn’t take long, going through a few lockers and purses, letting your glasses do most of the work. They were able to see in a three-dimensional matrix, constantly being constructed behind most any material or metal. There were plenty of lab coats in varying sizes to choose from, and you spotted one badge and wondered who the dumdum was. You had plenty of electromagnetic strips for your ID if you needed a switch, but it seemed unnecessary. Some people left their everything when they clocked out, too.

You’d secured your purse around your stomach and under your shirt, the bulge flattened at your side, tying the ends in place. It would uncomfortably dig into you, but you couldn’t leave it behind and it would only be for a short time.

No one had paid you any mind, too busy rushing to get in and out of the locker rooms, and you made to escape with a group of women in the same coats as yourself. The group and yourself came to an elevator, and you let them do all the work. One of them scanning their ID for the group, the rest blurting out the number of the floor they needed to get to, and yourself joining in. A strange calm settling as you got more into the coworker attitude.

Seventh level Research and Development wing.

[“Not his office?”]

[“Why?”]

[“I dunno, there’s probably some terrible top-secret info in there.”]

[“I mean, I was on the main R&D floor, how much more top secret can you get?”]

[“Touché.”]

The entire R&D area was made up of floor to ceiling glass window dividers, a white and chromatic color scheme, and a lot of tightly sealed doors. You honestly didn’t even need the glasses to find the head researcher’s office, it was written in huge bold letters next to the dumb door on a plaque.

Weaving through a few people with their eyes busy reading clipboards and cellphones, you eyed each inch of the floor, and wondered if the other stock standard R&D floors at LexCorp were similar. No one paid you any mind as you stood in front of the group of office doors, all packed neatly in a little corner, and each leading to a different R&D office. They were mostly empty, only one occupied, most of the techbros and techgals were out and about doing work.

Again, the glasses did the decoding work for you, getting you the set of numbers you needed to enter the room. Unlike the rest of the lab, this office had less windows, though the few it did have were still large. Though they faced out rather than in, and it also wasn’t as large and as roomy as you’d have imagined. The Wayne R&D offices being waaay bigger in comparison.

Taking out two small flash drives, you shoved the sticks into the lone computer on the desk, booted it up, and just let them do their thing. Having the computer start with the flash drive, it acted as an executable program, letting it bypass any needed passcodes or security clearance for now.

One for unlocking the system, the other for information storage.

No doubt someone will notice that.

You wondered briefly if this was how the Cyborg felt, only ever having gotten to see him briefly before he utterly devastated an entire operating system. He then rebuilt it to his preferences, all in the matter of seconds. Tim had always lamented not getting to watch when you described it.

Notably, it was quite lovely how LexCorp’s researchers had everything organized in a folder subsystem so well. You were able to track down the needed information in less than a few minutes through the root directory.

Gotta be faster.

However, as you stared at the processing bar on your information download, there wasn’t a whole lot to do. Clicking the monitor’s sleep button to dim any light, you stood up and strode over to the door.

Being the lookout for a computer program was a new one.

[“Pfff.”]

[He snickered behind his palm as you smacked him on the shoulder.]

[“At least you got in without needing to hack anything yourself. Get dunked on, Dick, Damian.”]

[Light laughter echoed.]

Nothing had happened by the time the computer let out a small ding, indicating the download had finished. With both flash drives now pocketed, you turned to the next problem: getting out.

It really shouldn’t have been that hard, it was so stupidly easy to get in, thank you new temporary coworkers, but as you eyed the group of security detail by the elevator, you made a hard turn to the side.

Had you gone through the front doors instead of the employee entrance, you would have seen a ton of security. Through the back however, they really were only at certain check points, it’s not like just anyone could get in. So of course, there was no way they would have been able to get so far as the head office of any department.

How long had you been gone from the others? How long did you still have on Tim’s encryptions?

Oh heck.

The options were now trying to squeeze by the security, which was doubtful, they were checking everyone, or figure out a way to base jump without any gear. Neither option sounded appealing, you had no wings or grappling hooks with you, and it was still midday.

The corridor you turned into went from full on glass to a partition supporting windows, half and half, split horizontally to allow for more privacy, probably.

This was also exactly where you didn’t want to be.

Frick.

Most of the rooms looked like chemistry labs, charts everywhere, huge gravity convection and forced-air ovens, and thermo-freezers that looked like they belonged in meat markets. It was almost overwhelming at how cool some of these things looked as you searched for an exit. So filled with anxiety and adrenaline as you were, you almost missed it out of the corner of your eye. It was the red shimmering of a glass bowl on your face that made you notice it, the barely-there stream of sun that caught it just right.

You wasted no time getting to work, the door just as easy as the others, passcodes, they were all passcodes. Where were the fingerprint and retina scanners? Hell, where was the facial recognition scanners? You’d come prepared for so much, so you were incredibly confused at the lax security features. But again, this wasn’t the ground floor and security clearance was stricter this far in, your badge did most of the infiltration for you.

Was your dad that paranoid that now, so were you?

[“The civi world is full of sub-par idiots.”]

[“You sound like Dami.]

[“Gross.”]

[“…it’s uncanny, really, he said the same thing.”]

[“Shit.”]

The room looked similar to the others, less windows, more wall, plenty of graphs and charts, but there were a few different things as well. A few of which you pocketed; the only expensive looking laptop was also grabbed straight off a table to the side of your quarry.

The most notable thing however was glaring you boldly in the face, all black and a giant red bat on the chest.

A batsuit.

[“Yeah, I’m gonna want to know why baldy even had this thing.”]

[“Tim’s going through the drives right now, Dami dropped them off…”]

[“Damn.”]

Why did Lex have a batsuit? Where did he get it from, or did he help develop it? Terrence was part of all this, and what about your fa… the Batman? Why was Cadmus part of all this? Why was Lex? Were there more suits? More clo— children?

Shit shit shitshitshitshi—

To say you were freaking out a bit was an understatement.

Hearing heavy footsteps, you panicked and grabbed the garment from behind it’s glass case and took a dive behind the nearest desk. They hadn’t come in yet, they hadn’t gotten to this room, there was still time, but… still time to what?

You eyed the suit in your hands, it’s size horribly different from your own body type (but you could probably still fit it) and you decided to make a really dumb decision then and there.

You were gonna get caught regardless, might as well suit up and try to fight your way out. If you were lucky, you could get out of this without ruining your father’s reputation (or Batman’s identity.)

You began stripping behind the desk, fully intent on donning the batsuit. If nothing else, these things usually came with masks, even though you hadn’t seen a single one near it.

The moment you pulled the fabric over your legs, heels sliding effortlessly into the red soles, you watched almost in amazement as the fabric melted to your skin, reshaping to fit you. There was going to be a lot of bagginess in the suit when you wore it, a lot of tightness in weird places, too, and it had looked fitted to a larger male. So you hadn’t expected the suit to fit perfectly on purpose. It even had a built-in utility belt. Suddenly you were a bit giddy.

Again, what the hell was Lex Luthor doing?

“So freaking cool.”

The material felt almost like a second skin, there was also no sensory loss from wearing it, you could feel the floor as if you were barehanded.

You’d never thought about it before, but now you couldn’t take your mind off Dick and his skintight suit. You felt almost nude in this suit, not used to something showing everything off like it was.

Did Dick enjoy this?

Your ears burned brightly as you finished suiting up, no longer able to think about a large portion of superheroes and villains.

How could you ever face some of them again?

How could you ever look Dick in the eyes again?

“Oh no…”

Perverts. All of them.

[Loud laughter.]

[A very red face.]

You had to admit though, it was so much cooler than your heavier and bulkier recon gear. It didn’t weigh you down and the sensory adaptation was something you’d never come across before. Speaking of, reaching up, you took the glasses off to get a clear view of your surroundings and immediately regretted it.

The suit seemed to come to life on it’s own as something came out of nowhere, engulfing your head in complete darkness.

A silent scream, too terrified to let out any sound.

You about died then and there.

The suit wasn’t that cool anymore.

Without missing a beat and calming your fears of being bagged or worse, the darkness faded, and you could see your surroundings. Blinking for a moment to adjust, you tried to get your bearings on what the hell just happened, your hand gingerly coming up to feel your face.

[Booting...]

Were you hearing things or did the suit just...?

Unfortunately, that was the exact moment the door to the room you were in opened, and you panicked. It was a dead-end room, you weren’t as good at fighting as your brothers, and the security here could be scary when hunting down an intruder.

Stupid Lex.

Without thinking, you grabbed your things now bundled up in the labcoat like a bag, slung it over your shoulder, and bolted towards one of the windows looking out.

You were so used to recon jobs that you hadn’t taken into consideration that you had none of your gear (but your brothers did this kind of stupid thing constantly, so you’d be okay, right?).

You were too caught up in the moment.

You hadn’t heard the sound, mind too blank, but the glass falling around you was enough indication of just what you had done.

Base jumping it was.

You were in a batsuit, after all.

Falling seven stories was terrifying, but definitely brought you back to reality. Securing the makeshift bag on your back, tied around your neck, you began thinking as fast as you could. Claws? The suit had them, you had noticed, but you were too far from the building, having jumped a distance, then... The suit had a built-in utility belt, right? Maybe there was something useful in one of the —

[Servo-Motors engage…]

[Checking system function…]

[Loading protocol…]

…huh?

[84 feet till impact.]

…wait—

[75 feet till impact.]

“Yeah I see that.”

[71 feet till impact.]

“Thanks.” Sarcasm, “What else can you tell me other than my unfortunate demise at the hands of gravity?”

[Thrusters not online.]

[68 feet till impact.]

[Grappling gun unavailable.]

[Batarang lines unavailable.]

[67 feet till impact.]

[Retractable wings availa—]

“Yes, that one, wings, please! Wait… thrusters?” you had little time as your whole body suddenly started tumbling, a set of red wings expanding between your arms and the sides of your torso. “Shitshitsh—” and then you were gliding, your arms having spread on their own from the force of the fall. “Oh… Oh my…”

The suit was cool again, “Dang this is… nice… Like a bird or… him.” You reeeaaallllly didn’t want to chance him hearing you say his name.

You wanted to try this higher up now, in a sea of clouds… It was like floating, an almost weightless feeling taking over. The wind currents were a bit to get used to, but it wasn’t terrible, having imagined it would be worse higher up, in them dang fluffy clouds... sigh.

[23 feet till landing.]

The suit helped guide you to an area with less people, something akin to your own Gotham alleyways (to a point, Metropolis’ worst streets were like Gotham’s safest ones). The small alley that led to several businesses’ back doors was rather clean, and there weren’t many places to hide. The best you could do was a growing shadow next to an empty dumpster.

“Alright then…” you sighed aloud, hands doing their best to find any seam in the suit, and after a few minutes, your—

[Heart rate at 142bpm.]

[Heart rate rising.]

[Blood pressure at—]

“—No kidding,” you thought, mind racing, and unfortunately, there wasn’t a single seam on the suit.

Anxiety was building in your chest,

“Frick.”

[“Wait, the suit talks?”]

[“I think it has an OS on it? I haven’t tried the cowl since…”]

[“You should.”]

[“…Nnnn”]

“Why do you look like Nightwing?” All you did was take the clothes from Damian and began to dress yourself over the suit, not certain at all on what you could say to this situation. You’d called Damian the moment you lucked out and made the cowl… come off?, and in his eagerness to leave Jon behind, he showed up quickly.

“You will tell me,” he was sounding just like dad.

“Dami, I uhm…”

“…I won’t tell father.” he could deduce a few things this pertained to, including but not limited to the child you had brought home, and how you avoided Bruce.

You could only sigh and nod at him, resigned. You really hope this didn’t come back to bite you in the bottom.

“What are you two doing?”

The clothes you had couldn’t cover most of the suit, the clothes Damian had brought you were able to do just that. Strangely, you weren’t feeling overheated, even though you looked like you were ready for cold weather.

“Ah, Jon.”

“You look silly.”

“…thanks.”

[“…”]

[”...”]

“Nightwing? Screw that brat.”

“Please don’t speak like that…” you sighed, your head in your hands.

He just huffed in annoyance, “I wear the colors better,” he muttered, “it sounds like a lot, what's your next plan of action?”

You let yourself slump forwards as he pulled you into a side-hug, arm slung over your shoulders, “it’s this suit. I can’t get it off, and—"

BAM

You and Jason about had twin heart attacks.

Without missing another fraction of a second, the larger male was on his feet, flipping over the back of the couch ready to attack before he swore at the sight in front of him. Striding over to the table in two long steps, “What the hell, Terry.” He haphazardly picked the kid up, a red helmet falling on the table with a clang, and turned to you, “your kid just tried to kill us, you realize.”

Having slid to the ground out of need to instantly roll to the side, you stopped, staring at the smoking gun that’d been pushed off the table, lying on the floor near you. Your eyes then shifting to the hole in the safehouse’s wall, “Uhm… The safety…”

He just snorted, “I don’t always have it on.” He wasn’t great at taking care of himself, sadly. You did your best with your busy schedule and budgeted time constraints, but when he wasn’t here, he easily fell into old habits.

“Please don’t let the demon spawn near him.”

“Please keep the damned safety on your guns.”

Batman was straining so hard that it looked like he was in the middle of a fight, an obvious aura of unrest around him.

“Whoa, you gonna punch yourself in the face? Wait, wait a minute, I gotta…” Batman groaned, irritated as a red blur came into the room, jabbered on too quickly, then took his phone out and pointed it at the big bat.

“Okay, I’m recording now, do it!”

It took a moment as Batman thought, rubbing his temples.

“I trained my kids too well,” at that, Flash put his phone down, tilting his head in confusion, “and that’s… bad?” He looked up at the League’s computers in front of him, noting the blinking [[ALERT ALERT ALERT]] off to the side.

“Because,” Batman reasoned, “I have to deal with them,” he ground out, glaring at the sign of intrusion.

“Ooooh, your kids hacked into the system again, huh?” Flash let out a low whistle, clearly amused by Batman’s misfortunes. Batman did his best to ignore the red nerd, calling on Cyborg to assist him, even though he had already been on his way, noticing it moments prior.

“Family, amirite?”

Batman said nothing in response,

Tim almost got away with it.

Almost.

#tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #stephanie brown x reader #duke thomas x reader #bat!sis

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breezeinmonochromenight · 4 years

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You know, Zack must love carrying Cloud around, even if Cloud hates it (secretly loves it). Which are Zack's favourite moments to take Cloud off his feet?? Ps. You're making me interested in DMC, even tho I keep repeating myself that I can't obsess over MORE games! No regrets. Peace ✌🏼

(Fuck me running I am so behind on prompts.)

Zack’s Top 5 Moments for sweeping Cloud off his feet (+ the one time he got surprised)

1: This was more of a one time incident, but Zack was genuinely caught off guard by how just how tiny his new trooper friend is. He’d assumed he’d scaled back his strength enough (he wasn’t even using a quarter of the force he surprise lifts Genesis with!), but Cloud’s so surprisingly small to him that he damn near launches the blonde skyward on accident. Luckily, Cloud is quick enough to scramble and wrap his arms and legs around Zack’s neck and torso, sparing himself an express flight into parts unknown.

(Oh, wow. He’d never noticed how blue Cloud’s eyes were.)

—o—

2: When he finally manages to convince Cloud to come over, Zack can finally see why Angeal had urged him to buy an actual couch versus using the small two seater couch (that was basically a loveseat more than a couch) that came with the standard 2nd pre-furnished apartment. Sure, he can make-do on his own and sprawl out with legs thrown over the sides, but there’s absolutely no way he and Cloud can both sprawl out comfortably and play video games.

They both end up sitting crisscrossed on the not-quite-a-loveseat, with Cloud’s bonier knee digging in to Zack’s thigh on occasion in a slightly painful manner. He teases Cloud about doing this solely so he can win, and a Cloud teases right back, calling Zack a sore loser for making excuses.

The pair bicker for a moment, completely forgetting the ongoing round of chocobo racing on the screen (the AI ends up lapping them at least twice), until Zack suggests a compromise.

He waits all of two seconds before reaching around Cloud’s waist, easily lifting him and plopping the blonde into his lap, all while laughing at the undignified noises Cloud makes (that sound not too dissimilar to an angry chocobo’s wark).

Zack rests his chin on Cloud’s shoulder as they go back to their game. Later, when Cloud is checking out the single player campaign, Zack can’t figure out what to do with his unoccupied hands.

He ends up casually resting them on either side of the blonde’s waist.

(And he just can’t stop staring at Cloud’s tiny little waist; marvels at just how far his hands go around it. And he knows he’s being extra weird but Cloud means the absolute world to him and he just can’t help it.)

—o—

3: Zack doesn’t even give Cloud a chance when surprises his trooper friend with an introduction to the three Firsts for his birthday. Cloud tries to get away, but one thing leads to another, and Zack ends up hoisting him up by the armpits and presenting him to the Firsts not unlike a newborn lion cub.

Sephiroth watches the spectacle with a quirked head, looking for all the world like a curious, particularly dangerous cat. He is interested in the person Zack speaks non-stop about, though, and if one looked hard enough, they could see l the faintest traces of humor on his normally stoic face.

Genesis makes no attempt to hide his amusement and even calls Cloud ‘precious’ when his helmet falls to the floor with a thump.

Angeal, bless him, deviates between scolding glances toward his student and an apologetic-but-warm smile towards the trooper.

(Cloud swears to himself he’s going to throttle Zack later if he doesn’t die of embarrassment first. He’d apologize to the Commander for murdering his student later.)

—o—

4: When Cloud’s bunk mates accuse him of trading ‘favors’ with both Zack and the Firsts, he finds his clothes and few personal items conveniently missing after his shower. After a short and particularly chilly trek back to his room from the showers, he finds that he’s been locked out of the barracks room he shares with seven other cadets.

He panics and desperately tries to get the door open, his vision blurring around the edges and chest getting agonizingly tight with anxiety.

Cloud promises to himself that he’s not going to cry. He won’t let them see him cry. But he needs to figure out where to go — he doesn’t have a PHS, and wouldn’t have it on him now, anyway. So he can’t exactly call Zack and—

Wait.

Zack.

Zack has told him he was welcome any time — has even offered him a key card to his apartment that he’d declined — and Cloud was fairly sure the SOLDIER had no missions slotted today or tomorrow.

Seeing no other option now, Cloud makes the cold, humiliating trek up to Zack’s apartment by taking as many back stairways and seldom-used hallways as he can.

The ravenette is caught off guard by Cloud showing up to his apartment in a towel, to say the least, and would normally have been more than intrigued at the situation. One look at his friend’s expression and shivering form, however, had Zack ushering the blonde inside. He’s quick to fetch Cloud one of his old t-shirts and some boxers he’d outgrown, eager to get him warmed up and find out what exactly happened.

(He’d known Cloud wasn’t well liked by his squad mates, but this...

A bad feeling was twisting in his gut — and his gut was never wrong.)

Cloud walks out of Zack’s room trembling a little less, looking toward the floor and doing his best to hide the sniffling noises that the Second’s sensitive hearing doesn’t miss at all.

Zack approaches him cautiously, as if Cloud might bolt if he moved too suddenly.

“Spiky,” he starts quietly, volume far lower than one would think possible for Zack Fair. “is it okay if I hug you?”

He gets a small nod in return.

Zack wastes no time scooping Cloud up into his arms for a fierce hug, lifting him off the ground a little when the trooper slings his thin arms around his neck and the tears finally start falling.

(There would be hell to pay tomorrow, Zack thought darkly.)

—o—

5: Cloud sleeping over had become a much more regular occurrence, much to Zack’s delight. Even better than that, the trooper had become almost completely comfortable with Zack’s extremely playful, touchy-feely nature.

They once again start their nightly ritual involving:

Cloud arguing that he’s the both the guest and smaller, and should therefore sleep on the not-quite-a-loveseat but definitely-not-a-couch;

Zack arguing right back that he should take the bed because he’s the guest and Angeal taught him better manners than that (somewhere else in the building, Angeal sneezes), and that Cloud shouldn’t try and make him dishonor his mentor; and

Zack wrestling Cloud until he’s worn down, with Zack eventually lifting his tired friend up and depositing him in the bed while being unbearably smug about “winning” the whole damn time.

This time, though, Cloud surprises his friend and doesn’t detach himself, wrapping his legs around Zack’s waist even tighter, and attempts to use the momentum to pull the bigger man down and roll the two of them to pin Zack.

Zack is a Second for good reason though, and is able to use his quick reflexes to spin them both a second time, pinning Cloud between himself and the wall.

Cloud would normally be annoyed at having his trick — one that Zack had taught him, no less — foiled, but can only laugh at how wide-eyed and stunned Zack looks right now before he shakes the expression and bumps their foreheads together.

Cloud would have kept laughing, too, had Zack’s eyes not flicked downward before he stilled completely. He follows the beeline of Zack’s gaze and flushes when he realizes how far his sleep shorts and borrowed t-shirt are rucked up around his thighs as his best friend traces little circles into them with his thumbs.

He fidgets a little on instinct — he always does when the attention is on him — but the look Zack gives Cloud through half-lidded eyes is enough to freeze him into place.

“Is this okay, Cloud?”

Zack tone is slightly strained and full of something Cloud has be never heard before, but the lack of any dumb nickname is what makes the blonde realize just how serious Zack is right now.

(And Cloud finds that yes, he is definitely okay with that. More than.)

—o—

+1: When they meet again, Zack swoops in for a bone crushing hug, but is surprised when it’s Cloud that’s lifting him off the ground, and he’s the one looking for balance on Cloud’s shoulders.

He finds that he absolutely doesn’t hate this very interesting development at all.

—o—

[Side Note RE: Your PS — I cannot stress how much fun DMC is! It’s an absolutely ridiculous, coked up, demon-slaying thrill ride on top of being this subtly angsty ‘found family’ drama (in which the family in question puts the fun in ‘breathtakingly dysfunctional’) once you look beneath the surface. I love the three complete fucking morons that make up the Sparda bloodline so, so, so much and can’t recommend the series enough.]

#shinra electric blues #crisis core headcanons #zack fair #cloud strife #zakkura #clack #zack x cloud #ff7r #ff7 #ffviicc #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #protective zack fair #cadet cloud #final fantasy 7 remake #crisis core: final fantasy vii #ff7 headcanons #crisis core #final fantasy vii

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Taste of Metal - Chapter 9: Quality Time with your Orb-Shaped Child

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26157634/chapters/65862415

Summary: What if the overwhelming VR experience Gordon went through, had a deeper purpose than just being a simple simulation & a freelance debug job for him?

But most importantly- what if Gordon Freeman listens to Metal & used to be in a band? aka. the “Metalhead Gordon AU”

- -

“When you told us all about this… “Kaiju Invasion”, a huge part of me was hoping you were just bullshitting us.”

Gordon looked away from keeping an eye on Joshua zooming around the table for the past few minutes, his focus landing on Bubby who had moved back to the couch, Gordon’s laptop on the table in front of him and scrolling through news articles.

“I wish, man... I really wish.”, Gordon said with a weak smile.

If he was honest with himself, there were a lot of things Gordon would feel comfortable and justified to make jokes about to most members of the Science Team. But he knew his own limits.

He truly wished he could have welcomed the Science Team to a safer world… but it was not like he had a different one to pick from.

However, despite everything this world had thrown at him, he was happy to be alive and be around people he deeply cared for. No matter how chaotic they and the world around them were.

“Well, at least he didn’t bullshit us about having a son!”, Dr Coomer exclaimed, currently gently holding the small robot in question in his hands.

“Yeah bro, but what’s with the shitty photo of him in your digi-locker, tho? Little dude ain’t looking anything like it.”, Benrey threw in, letting out an amused huff at Joshua loudly counting each piece of metal on Coomer’s Extendo-Arms.

Gordon let out a sigh, rubbing his temples with the side of his hands, lightly pushing up his glasses in the process-

“The thing is, I built and programmed him myself, but his body is made from old Black Mesa computer parts. I was... always afraid of them finding out that he existed and claiming ownership over him… but at the same time I really loved talking about the progress he was making? Small things he was learning, not dissimilar to how a human child would… so I figured that the stock picture in my files would work just fine.”

Benrey tilted his head at that, but eventually leaned back, crossing his arms and nodding to himself.

“Gordon Freeman Protective Dad moments.”, he added.

Gordon laughed at that.

“Honestly? Yeah… I also need to add that his AI isn’t… stable. Or flawless for that matter. I am a good programmer and Joshie is a fast learner… but we have reached several roadblocks over the years. They don’t matter to us, because I love him - little glitches and all - and I hope you guys will as well-”

His heartfelt speech was suddenly interrupted by what could only be described as the crunchiest mp3 file of a foghorn noise recording… which was coming straight out of Joshua’s speakers.

“Holy Shit… wow!”, Tommy exclaimed, ears still covered protectively by his hands from the sudden noise.

“Gordon! Your son is so talented!”, Dr Coomer said with a smile, not taking his eyes off the small robot in his hands- “You have a loud voice for being such a small man, Joshua!”

Joshua let out a soft happy trilling noise at the praise, lifting out of the old scientist’s hands and flying a loop in the air.

“I can record and replay any sound I hear but the foghorn is my favourite!!”, he informed the group before flying down to the ground to land near Sunkist, happily trilling at the big dog and getting a happy bark as a reply.

Joshua had several features that weren’t quite necessary… but fun. Originally Gordon built Joshua as a simple AI that would keep track of a lot of things he lost track of, either because of his ADHD or how hectic things could get at MIT.

The bot would alert him when assignments were due when Gordon had last eaten something, asked if he had taken his meds and reminded him to drink water.

When eventually the Kaiju started to erupt from the ocean, Joshua got a receiver for global warning messages, becoming a reliable news source for Gordon and the other people in his dorm.

These basic functions stayed, but Gordon had always loved adding new lines of code that would end up giving Joshua more of a personality. Even now, he was already thinking about what he could teach Joshua to make interacting with the Science Team more fun for the small robot.

He relayed all that to the group between finishing his hot chocolate.

“If Joshua and you would allow us, we all could teach him a new thing or two, Gordon!”, Dr Coomer eventually said, after being deep in thought for a bit- “I would love to share my knowledge with someone who is so eager to learn and has the same capabilities as I, as a fellow AI!”

“DAD! Can he?? Please??”, Joshua pleaded with excitement in his voice.

How could Gordon say No to that?

#metalhead gordon AU #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai joshua #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai benrey #tommy coolatta #benrey #hlvrai sunkist #fanfic #fanfics #metalhead gordon #a shorter one this time #but i had to get a bit more lore out of the way before I could properly start on the METAL part of this AU #... :)

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 5 years

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Hey, I'm the anon who asked for the Masterminds; sorry if I didn't made it clear before, but yes, that was what I was asking for! And I loved it! Would you mind if I ask for the same scenario MM!Fuyuhiko, MM!Kokichi and MM!Mikan?

You probably had seen this alredy but Mikan was written already

Masterminds! Fuyuhiko and Kokichi ending up falling for fem! Student

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

His motives weren't clear even to himself. But he couldn't care less about it though.

All that mattered was despair... Untill you appeared.

He was constantly pushing you away becouse he didn't even wanted to get close to anyone. Each time he made it clear and went somewhere to spend time alone but each time you found him.

It began to annoy him but he started to like your company. His acting in this situation is surprisingly well...

He was acting extremely mad and kept cursing at the mastermind... Only to laugh at it later when he was alone.

Oh it was pathetic in his eyes that he can't even watch what is going on through monokuma becouse you were allways there. Good thing that monokuma is an AI.

What he also found pathetic was his feelings for you. He knew that he had fallen for you but there was no way he whould stop the killing game.

Even if you whould die he whould care but this could give him the despair he longed for.

But of course he felt despair like this already. Now he kinda missed it. The way he felt after his sister's death that is.

In the end you didn't die. You and remaining students were during the last trial and you tried to determine who the mastermind was.

When people started suspecting him he acted normal by being mad about the accusations "Why the fuck you think I am this sick in the head son of a bitch!?" but then the evidence was thrown right at him.

He tried to defend himself but it was no use. So when he had no argument left he admitted it "You are correct. The Yakuza was the bad guy from the very start! You want a fucking prize or something!? Oh wait it's just your worthless lives..." he sighed.

Even though you were the one who said the most about this and gave almost all evidence you were still surprised that you were actually correct...

And since this statement was proven to be the truth you were silent and Fuyuhiko made a comment on that "What is it Y/N? Why are you silent? You're right I am the mastermind don't you have anything to say?" you didn't fall for his trap becouse you know that he just wanted you to snap at him.

He sighed "Too bad that I won't hear much from you before I die" you just looked away "I knew you whould be disappointed but what can I say you literally decided to spend time with a Yakuza what did you expect really? OK I'm done but please just say something!" he started looking stressed "Y/N I beg you say something dammit! Tell me I fucked up tell me you hate me!".

Your feelings were now fighting with themselves you didn't hate him. Even though he was behind this all you still... Loved him?

He was keep trying to get you to yell at him and say to die but you decided to finally speak up with tears in your eyes "I love you Fuyuhiko" wich made him mad "Don't lie to me say what you really mean. Tell me you hate me!" you couldn't bring yourself to say it.

This drove him crazy... Why didn't you say it? He was the cause of everything... But now it doesn't matter since it was his time.

Kokichi Ouma

His motive was easy. He just was doing it for his own amusement being bored with this wold he created one of his own.

He allways lied but tried to confuse others and it was far to easy. But you complicated everything.

You were so kind to him despite all that antagonistic behavior. Nobody believed in him but you... But when he started "joking" about being the mastermind you didn't believe it.

Kokichi was quickly bored but not around you. You were his ultimate entertainment. Whould be a shame if you died but it whould just give him despair he wants.

Soon enough it was time for the final trial and Kokichi was getting excited over it. He waited and waited but the trial itself was boring... People didn't throw accusations left and right and it was soooo disappointing.

But when you took charge things changed! No wonder he finds only you interesting.

It got him cornered and he couldn't really fight your logic "I knew that my behavior from the start was suspicious but I am surprised that dumb shits like you found so much evidence is surprising... Oh wait no. Y/N did everything here. Changed my mind you're all worthless and boring!"

Oh you didn't expect to be right..." What's wrong Y/N? Surprised yet? Someone you trusted so much someone who you believed in ended up being exactly what others said" he was smiling but Kokichi didn't actually feel it...

He wasn't happy about betraying you he wasn't happy that he needs to say goodbye now.

But he had to do it. He was so far to back off now.

You wanted it to be false you just wanted to open your eyes and wake up from this nightmare but it was all real... Too real...

~Mod Angie

#danganronpa fuyuhiko #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sdr2 fuyuhiko #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi

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Spider-Man In Love?

On AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21215213

*****

TMZ

Spider-Man in love?

Spider-Man has repeatedly been seen by a reliable source swinging through town with a so far unidentified woman, looking more than comfortable.

So far Spider-Man not yet commented on his relationship.

.-.-.-.-.

Flash @lightningman

[picture of Spider-Man and MJ] Knew you wouldn't keep your woman, @peteparkour... Guess she does prefer a real man after all...

Peter @peteparkour

Yo, @webhead, you better stay away from my woman, or else...

The Real Spider-ManTM @webhead

@peteparkour or else... what?

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead or I'll come for you

The Real Spider-ManTM @webhead

@peteparkour how adorable, you really think you have a chance?

[gif of Spider-Man lifting and tossing a car]

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead Dude, I ain’t scared of you

The Real Spider-Man @webhead

@peteparkour right and the earth is flat

TMZ

Alleged affair turns into Twitter-feud

After Spider-Man has been seen with Ironman intern Peter Parker's girlfriend, he and Spider-Man have been engaged in a heated online feud. As far as our sources go, the altercation has remained refined to social media.

Well, that went a little out of hand. At first, Peter thought it would be funny to mess around with the gossip, but he just got lost in the fun of it all. Only around the 23rd tweet, he remembered that it was maybe not the best idea, but by then it was too late.

MJ <3: you’re a freaking idiot

Peter: an adorable one tho, right?

MJ <3: jury’s still out…

MJ <3: Stark disinherit you yet?

Peter: on the way to the compound right now, I’m a little worried, not gonna lie

MJ <3: you deserve it. Idiot.

Peter: love you, too :*

“Hey guys…” By the way everybody stared at Peter as he shuffled into the common room, it was more than an educated guess that they were very aware of what happened.

“Peter, I… I don’t even know what to say.” Pepper sat by the table, just shaking her head. “Thank you so much for this very unnecessary and completely crazy PR nightmare.”

“I’m really sorry.” Very aware that his face was deep red, he let his head drop. “I just thought it’d be fun, and that way people wouldn’t think that I’m Spidey.”

“I get it. But threatening yourself to fight you with the help of the Avengers behind you?”

“It may have slipped away from me a little bit there…”

“No kidding.”

“And that’s why I don’t have a Twitter”, Bruce shrugged.

“No, that’s why you don’t have a secret identity”, Peter clarified and turned back to Pepper. “I’m really so, so sorry! Really.”

“I know you are. Please, just keep your two personalities away from each other. At least until this is sorted.”

“Promise”, he nodded eagerly. “Thanks for not, I don’t know, screaming or deleting my twitter.”

“You haven’t talked to Tony yet, have you?”, Clint snickered.

“I have not. Is he very mad?”

“He doesn’t know yet. He’s been cooped up in his lab all day long and you’ll go down there now and tell him.” Pepper’s tone didn’t leave any room for discussion and wearily, Peter nodded and made for the door and the lab.

“Hey Pete, you’re late”, he was greeted. “So get in here, we’ve got work to do!” Mr Stark appeared from behind Mark 18 and as soon as he saw Peter, his face dropped. “What did you do, kid?”

“What? Who says I did anything?”, Peter tried to defend himself.

“Is this how you want to play this?” Tony walked up to him, put his hands on Peter’s shoulders. It wasn’t an intimidating gesture, it was actually reassuring, trustworthy.

“I may have started a Twitter feud. With myself”, he added, looking down.

“Oh Peter.” Tony just broke out in laughter. “You… I can’t believe you. Actually, I can believe it really well.” He got his phone out and started scrolling. “Oh, this is fantastic!”, he chuckled and started reading aloud:

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead you don't need to hang with my girlfriend just 'cause @iamironman likes me better than you...

The Real Spider-ManTM @webhead

@peteparkour [gif of clueless: AS IF!]

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead please, you know it's true, I know it's true, @iamironman knows it's true, hell all the avengers know it's true

The Real Spider-Man @webhead

@peteparkour yeah? Wanna put that to the test?

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead sure, cause I have the entirety of the Avengers on my side

The Real Spider-ManTM @webhead

@peteparkour no, you don't!

Peter @peteparkour

@webhead yes, I do!

The Real Spider-Man @webhead

@peteparkour no, you don't!

“Ok, alright”, Peter interrupted his mentor. “I got it.”

“What does your paramour have to say about that?”, Tony asked, as he put his phone away and his expression went from amused to almost scolding.

“She says I'm an idiot and that I would deserve you disinheriting me...”

“Smart girl, I know why I like her. I'm not quite sure why she likes you, though...”

“Aw, Mr Stark that's mean”, Peter pouted and crossed his arms. “You know that since you like me more than Spidey...”

“Thin ice, underoos...” Tony shook his head and leaned against the table. “Does Pep know yet?”

“Yeah... I really owe her.”

“Majorly”, Tony agreed with him. “You're gonna stay off twitter until either of us gives you the ok”, he decided. “And maybe less of Spidey dating Peter's girlfriend.”

“Promise. I'm really sorry.”

“I know you are. FRI, is Pepper still in the common room?”

“She is”, the AI answered.

“Good. Peter, you're with me, we're gonna publish one official statement and then we'll let it blow over.”

That was probably the best idea and Pepper agreed.

“It's sweet, how Tony always pretends to be that macho man, but instead never does anything without his love's permission”, Clint snickered.

“That has nothing to do with love”, Pepper commented drily, as she typed out a tweet. “He's just no longer allowed to tweet from the official accounts.”

“Oh that's so much better!” Hawkeye almost fell off his stool, he was wheezing so hard. Peter would have liked to join the animated laughter, but if he did, Tony would definitely kick him out for good. “Whatcha do?”, Clint laughed, “post nude pics?”

“I did not and you will never know”, Tony shot back, blushing in embarrassment.

“And it's posted.” Pepper's announcement stopped Clint from probing any more questions out of Mr Stark, which was a bit of a shame since Peter was way to curious about what he had done.

The Avengers (verified) @officialavengers

In regard to the current feud-rumours, we can officially state that SI intern Peter Parker and Spider-Man have made amends, since the claims were incorrect and made up by tabloid magazines.

Both Spider-Man and Mr Parker are sorry about the stir they have created.

“This is pretty damn formal for twitter”, Tony remarked with an impressed nod.

And that was it. Life went on, at least in the real world. Twitter wasn't done yet; something especially Tony learned since his inbox filled up with people asking his true opinion on the Peter-Spidey matter...

You Know Who I Am (verified) @iamironman

To answer all the questions asking whether I like @peteparkour better than @webhead I can only say it doesn't look too good for either right now...

Peter @peteparkour

replying to @iamironman

I'm sorry Mr Stark :(

The Real Spider-Man @webhead

replying to @iamironman

I'm really sorry too!!!

You Know Who I Am (verified) @iamironman

@webhead @peteparkour those apologies need to go to the fantastic @theCEO and all I can say is that if you ever again make trouble for my wonderful, amazing, beautiful, perfect-in-every-way fiancée, I'll put both your asses out on the street.

Pepper Potts (verified) @theCEO

replying to @iamironman

perfect-in-every-way? what did you do, honey?

You Know Who I Am (verified) @iamironman

replying to @theCEO

Nothing! I just love my stunningly awe-inspiring bride-to-be <3 <3 <3

Pepper Potts (verified) @theCEO

replying to @iamironman

ok, I'm officially worried and on my way back home

Pepper Potts (verified) @theCEO

[picture of a beautifully lain table with delicious looking food]

To make up for all the trouble, Spider-Man and Peter have outdone themselves to make this perfect dinner for me and the lovely Michelle :)

#avengers #peter parker #spider-man #mj #michelle jones #flash #pepper potts #rescue #clint barton #hawkeye #bruce banner #hulk #tony stark #ironman #twitter fic #twitter feud

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stony-spn · 6 years

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Late night issues

(established relationship, hurt/comfort)

Tony Stark is a genius. He can handle anything. He is IronMan....Man...That’s the problem he isn’t a man anymore. Since the attack on New York has been a complete fail for Loki. He has settled for little things like playing practical jokes on the avengers, and this time his target was Tony. Loki found a kick in changing Tony into a woman. And this is how Tony’s worst days came to life.

“UGHHH” came from Tony’s side of bed. The whole night Tony has been shifting and making noises. Tony groaned again but this time it was too loud and it woke Steve up who was sleeping besides him. “Baby what’s wrong?” Steve sounds concerned, Tony thinks. “Go back to sleep Steve, I am fine” he says has he shifts alittle more to his side of the bed so that Steve can sleep peacefully. Because got knows that this man needs it. Who wakes up at 4 in the morning for a run. Tony’s train of thought is lost between an other pain that shoots in the lower region of his stomach and back. Tony tries his best to not mouth the pain but it gets to much as an additional groan leaves his lips. Steve turns to Tony with his body up with one hand and the other resting on Tony’s cheeks “You don’t sound fine to me” Steve says has he starts examining Tony’s body for any reason to way Tony was in pain. The sight alone made Tony feel alot better but it was soon destroyed by the pain that kept growing. “Captain, my apology for interrupting. But my suggestion is to call Agent Romanoff.” JARVIS spoke in the quite room. “Why? If I am sick or dying wouldn’t Brucie bear be of more help?” Tony questioned his AI who seemed to have noticed Tony’s confusing and provided with a simple answer for all his doubts “Sir, you seem to be having a lady issue that will be best guided by Agent Romanoff” That is when it hit Tony that not only his physical appearance changed, He is a complete woman until this spell wears off which means periods, pregnancy, peeing while sitting down, everything. “JAY CALL NAT” Tony yelled “BEFORE I BLEED TO DEATH.” JARVIS replied a lot amused by the situation. Tony does not remember programming that before Tony can say anything he hears little giggles coming from Steve. “What are you laughing at?” Tony questions a little annoyed, this is not funny why is his husband playing when he is in so much pain. Steve removes his hand from Tony’s face. Steve’s hand traveled down towards his neck then to his chest which still feels weird because of the boobs, his hand rests there for a while cupping one of his breast through the shirt, finally settling on Tony’s stomach. “Nothing. I’ll wait outside, while you and Nat figure this out” Steve voice was filled with affection has his thumb made small circles on Tony’s stomach. As much as Tony didn’t want this to end he knew that this was where he drew a line this is something Steve should never see. The room is filled with a soft knock, Steve gets up to head outside and let there visitor in to help his husband.

It took a couple of minutes but Tony got a hold of the whole tampon thing tho it does still feel weird. “It’s just for a couple of days. In the morning we can go for ice cream.” Natasha says with a little frown on her face, Tony is never going to get used to Natasha showing her emotions, everyone thought Natasha would be the last one to show any kind of emotions but she was he first. Always on everyone’s side and Tony was so thankful for that. “Thank you Nat. But I don’t think I will be able to do anything with this pain. How do you all do this?” He says. “oh you’ll get used to it. Or the spell will wear off. Which ever comes first. Now I’ll be going. You want me to call Steve in?” Natasha has a hint of glee in her voice. “No I’ll first change the sheets.” Tony says as he looks down at his side of the bed which now has a spot of blood on this white silk sheets, he needs to get a new mattress but that can wait till later right now he needs to burn the sheets. “You want help with that.” Natasha asks while her hand is on the door knob. Tony shakes his hand and rises his hand in disapproval, he can handle changing sheets, it can’t be that hard. After few moments of struggle Tony finally got the sheets changed. Now it’s time to call the most important pillow. Tony leaves the room in a mission to find his husband, take him back to their room, and ask him to rub his stomach until he feels better. As Tony was about to ask JARVIS about Steve whereabouts. He spots Steve on the couch sleeping with his mouth open. It is such a beautiful sight tho Tony was really looking forward for that belly rub, he can’t bring himself to wake Steve up. Tony decides to just settle with this and went to lay on top of Steve, He’s going to feel it in the morning. As soon as Tony lays on top of Steve. Steve’s hands automatically went around Tony’s now much more tiny waist. As his thumb rubbed the lower part of Tony’s back. This was nothing Tony imagined for himself, he never thought he deserved any kind of love but right now in Steve’s arms like this he knows he belongs here. Tony takes a deep breath taking in Steve’s scent which reminds Tony of home. “Hey.” Steve says in a low voice. Tony felt his stomach do flips just by Steve’s voice. It made Tony a little too excited. Tony raised his head from Steve’s chest and gave a quick kiss on the place where his head of rested before settling in again and closing his eyes, he had a long night and now he just wants to lay down with his husband “Shh go to sleep baby.” Tony says has he closes his eyes and lets sleep take over him but before he can fall completely. He feels Steve kiss in his hair “I love you” Steve whispers. Tony falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Tony wakes up to the smell of beacon. He shifts to find his husband but came to an empty side of bed. Wait bed, how did he get here. As Tony was about the get up, his bedroom door opened to reveal Steve with a tray. “Oh you’re awake. How are yo feeling my love?” Steve asked as he sat the tray on the side table, one hand went straight to Tony’s stomach rubbing ever so gently while he other hand cupped Tony’s small face. Tony felt like he was on top of the world, he closed his eyes to feel every moment on his belly as he moved into the touch that cupped his face. All this made Tony moan loudly and he would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so out of his. It all felt so good that he forgot that Steve asked him a question or that Steve brought food. Tony opened his eyes to see his husbands beautiful blue eyes that made him wonder that if there is anything more beautiful than this. Steve was looking at Tony with so much love and care that it was enough to send another moan of pleasure out but this time it was lost in Steve’s mouth as Tony went in to kiss him hungrily but still trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling. Steve kissed back with same hungry and desire. They made out for a couple of minutes before Tony pulled away. “As much as I am loving this. I am hungry. So I am going to fill myself up with my husband’s brilliant cooking.” Tony said as he took his cup of coffee. “I would rather fill you with something else but we can’t do that right now.” Steve had a smirk on his face as he looked Tony directly in his eyes. Tony chocked a little on his coffee as he heard Steve laughing and going into the bathroom probably to take care of his situation that Tony decided not to think about for his own sake.

The next couple of days went by with Steve taking care of Tony. One afternoon, Steve was at shield for a meeting with Fury. Tony was deep in his lab working on some problems with his new suit when suddenly Tony felt light headed. Deciding that 45 hours of work was enough to earn a break. He went to the elevator. “Common room JARVIS” As he waited for the elevator to reach it’s destination the whole room started to spin. Everything was out of control, out of reach, there was nothing to help Tony to stay up. He went on his keens so that if he collapsed he won’t hit his head as hard. His hands went on his chest as he kept reminding himself how this is just a panic attack. The doors of the elevator opened but Tony was too out to do anything instead he prepared himself for the impact as his face would hit the ground but after a while of waiting he realized that someone was holding him up. ‘TONY! TONY CAN YOU HEAR ME?JARVIS CALL BRUCE.’ Clint yelled at Tony to get a response from him. Tony deciding to take that sleep that Steve was talking about and started to fall towards the darkness. “TONY KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN. BRUCE IS COM-” The rest of the words were cut by the darkness behind Tony’s eyes.

“I’m not dead. Stop worrying.” Tony said as he tried to adjust the bright lights of the room. “TONY BABY ARE YOU ALRIGHT” That was Steve’s voice, a really loud Steve. “I will be if you stop yelling.” Tony said as he looked to the right side of his bed where the voice came from, and there he was. Tony’s husband Steve Stark-Rogers. “You are a sight for sore eyes Steve Stark-rogers.” Tony said with as much innocence as he could master. It doesn’t take a genius to know he is in trouble. “I can say the same Tony Stark-Rogers.” Steve replied with the most loving and sincere smile. “oh boy I must have hit my head reall-” Tony stopped in the middle of the sentence “shit” He said as soon as reality hit him his voice. Tony’s hands went straight to his chest which was flat with an arc reactor in the middle. “Hey Tony.” Steve said laughing now at his husband’s realization. “Steve I’m back.” Tony whispered still in shock “How....how did I....I-” Steve took Tony’s hands in his as he squeezed them. “I don’t know. Jarvis called me to tell me you weren’t feeling well. When i got here I was just as surprised to see this as you. But I don’t care how or why. I am just happy that the spell is over.” Steve stated with warmth in every word and Tony didn’t care how this happened he was just happy to know that Steve wanted me no matter what his physical appearance looked like. Something inside of Tony started to lose he didn’t even realize how much he was worried about Steve not wanting him back after he changed until he did. A sob left Tony’s mouth how did he get so luck. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around him as he would read Tony’s mind and started whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Tony doesn’t know what he did that got him here in this position laying down in Steve’s arms as he whispered how much he loves him but Tony knows one thing that he would do it all the same. “I love you” Tony muttered in between the sobs that was not clear but was enough for Steve’s super-hearing to pick. “I love you too sweetheart. No matter what. Sleep my love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Steve spoke with tenderness. That was enough to send Tony into a peaceful slumber.

#my fic #stevetony #stevextony #stony #stony fanfiction #stony fic #superhusbands #superhusbands edits #superfamily #myfic stevextony stevetony stony stony spn superhusbands

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terriblesportsimagines · 7 years

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May I ask if you could do a scenario when akashi's (KNB) son went to the kindergarten for the first time and his mom was wired because he is just a tiny version of sei? Like he really loves order and hates disobeying and kind of mature and quite for his age (still a baby who can be tricked with a kandy tho and like cartoons xD) and it happens that ryouta 's son is there and a tiny sei made him cry because well, like father like a son You can ignore it if you don't like it .. thank you ❤

Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!

Akashi Seijuro

You were nervous.

Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby offto kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from himand it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why youwere nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew histemperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a schoolenvironment.

He… didn’t play well with others, at least when othersdidn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him aswell as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were thoseof your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.

You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking theresemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, withall his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in akindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered howhe could possibly be only five years old.

He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your bestto bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wantedthose around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, andunfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what todo. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and agenerous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashito see that.

He was a confident little boy, and so despite your hummingand hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijurostood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take hisfirst steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.

“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line bylunch.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing yourhand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’dwarned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you cando.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did yourbest to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you awayfor a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you halfexpected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another andit had you on edge.

When the time came to finally pick your son up, youand your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’twaiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.

You heard the wailing long before you ever reached theroom. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.

Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behindyou, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He wasstanding awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while anotherlittle boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feetaway. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, whilethe teacher stood by and murmured at your son.

You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about theshoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes madeyour heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.

“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you lookedover he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”

Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “AndI’m not repeating myself.”

Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in themiddle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five yearold. “Okay sweety, what happened?”

“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s alwaysa meany!”

“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,though he clutched you tighter.

“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be theking!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes couldmuster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”

Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to tryvery, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking inyour husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly becausehe was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.

“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I amabsolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends withme.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind theserene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisukedon’t even like me.”

You had to wonder where he’d even picked up thatphrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband yearsago.

Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see thisupset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ childrenwere probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the mostand were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of thetime, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking hisson’s head.

“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boyshrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.

You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”

“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said veryseriously. “He needs to die.”

You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “Youand I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year oldswhen we get home.”

Seijuro just snorted.

“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” youannounced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’tthreaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”

“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your songrumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”

Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’sback. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man. No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them noone likes them.”

The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips andnarrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” Hebit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you. I’ll be absolute.”

Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’llcrush you.”

“I’ll crush you.”

Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t agood thing that all your kids spent so much time together?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in theirlives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Aiwho lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.

#kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #kise ryouta #scenarios #kids!

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rcrollings · 7 years

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Let's play a game- Jimbert fanfiction

It was a warm evening. Led Zeppelin was on tour and they had two days off. So all of them were resting in their own cottage rooms . Jimmy was lying on his bed and practicing guitar. Meanwhile Robert was bored .

He walked thru the corridor and heard the mesmerizing melody that came from Jimmy's room. Robert stood in front of Jimmy's door for awhile and an idea came to his mind.

He smiled with an evil smile and knocked Jimmy's door when melody ended.

-Who's that,-Jimmy shouted .

-Its Percy.

-Come in.

Robert slowly opened the door and moved in. Jimmy showed up with a precious smile on his perfect face, lying on his bed calmly, with only white pants on. He put his guitar next to his bed and looked at his friend with amusement.

Robert was still standing in front of the closed door.

-What's the matter, Rob?

-Ai, Jim, I'm bored,-Robert said with unsatisfied face, just like a little child.

-Well, to be honest,so am I .

-Hey jimjam-he moved from the door to guitarist's bedside,-Lets play a game.

-What game?-he laughed so Robert barely resisted from melting.

-Umm...it's called Hot n' Cold. You hide a thing somewhere while my eyes are closed. And I start to look for it. When I'm close to it you say "hot" , when I'm not, you say "cold".

-Uh, ok , close your eyes,-Jimmy giggled, hardly hiding the smirk. "What is on this hot bastard's mind?" he thought.

So Robert turned and leaned to the wall, closing his eyes with his hand. A moment later Jimmy called, "Open your eyes, Robert, come and play".

Robert turned to Jimmy quite amused, not hiding his smile.

-You're fast tho,- Jim only giggled as an answer.

Robert went close to the closet, opened the drawer and looked at Jimmy. Jimmy said “Cold” quite satisfied, still lying on the bed. Rob closed it and went to the sofa and looked under it, gaving Jimmy a very frustrating sight.

“Cold” Jimmy said again.

Robert went close to the door while Jimmy still acted cool like he's the winner and said "Cold, you looser- his words stopped when he heard the click of the door. He gasped in surprise cause Robert just closed the door and now he was leaning on it with a naughty expression on his face. Jimmy quickly sat on the edge of bed, still with a questioning look in his eyes.

With one quick movement Robert has already got rid of his shirt and then only he asked.

-What about this, huh?

-H...hot ...v..very hot,- his eyes were widened seeing Robert getting on four feet with all the wildth he had , getting closer to already turned on Jimmy.

Jimmy was sitting on the side of bed, now clearly aroused. Rob got his one hand on dark haired perfection' s knee and the other one on his cock .

Jimmy threw his head back with a moan "You... got it".

#jimbert #robert plant #jimbert forever #percy #zoso #jimmypage #led zeppelin

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aotoshironojersey · 7 years

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If you want to d’aww...

Go to Eiji’s tbc story. If you want to laugh, skip to Oishi’s. If you want Golden Pair, read both.

Eiji...

...fell asleep during the homework doing stuff xD He obviously orders Oishi in his sleep, making his awake partner a very amused partner... that doesn’t get him out of being woken up by said partner, of course(the exchange is adorable, tho: ‘Eiji” ‘Munyaaa’ ‘Eiji it’s about time to wake up.’ ‘Nyaa..Did I just fall alseep?!’). Taka notes that Eiji had to be really tired to fall asleep like that, Inui adds that it’s probably since U-17 regime isn’t just some light stuff, and says that body just probably went on to regenerate, since it didn’t have to work (physically, I assume?)

Eiji notices with surprise that Tezuka and Fuji are no longer here and worries that school stuff took him so long that they got bored and left, but Oishi assures him that the two just been called by the coaches, but since the matter seems complicated, it might take some time for them to return. Eiji is relieved they won’t be angry at him for making them sit with him when he fell asleep (they were the ones to propose that to you, Eiji...). Oishi makes sure Eiji is not sleepy anymore, Eiji assures him he woke up completely now, and so, after getting a bot of sleep he can go back to work and deal with it.

Inui notes that that with Kikumaru in serious mode they should finish soon, Taka adds that they will help as much as they can (we don’t deserve Taka), Eiji thanks them both and promise to do his best.

Timeskip

Eiji seems to be exhausted, but also finished (yay!), and Taka and Inui not how his efforts seem to have quite an effect (with Inui noting that 94% of answers are correct). Oishi then asks Eiji if they should go, Eiji is confused-does Oishi mean they have to show it to Tezuka to get a stamp of approval? Wvwn though Tezuka would be pleased to hear he gave his all...(this kid <3)

Oishi is Amused again, reminds Eiji that he wanted to do tennis didn’t he? So they should go to the courts.

Eiji is all ‘Eeh? Is that okay?!’ Oishi is all smiley, saying that he also started to want to move his body a bit, Eiji is over the moon with being able to play with Oishi.

Scene change to the court the two are fliriting playing against each other, with Eiji going through the whole arsenal of his sayings and nyan sounds (that make him even more cute???How???), Oishi answers with praise (of course...) and promise that he won’t stay behind, Eii is elated to say the least, they go back and forth trading shots and complimenting each other, because that’s what players do to their opponents (can you feel the rainbow tonight...).

Timeskip.

Eiji is exhausted but the ‘you goof’ type of exhausted, if you know what I mean, with a ‘that was fuuun’ as his first line. Oishi answers with usual ‘Otsukaresama, your movements were good today as well’ Eiji goes back with ‘Oishi’s as well!’ then continue with self reflection that ‘Even though I had confidence I couldn’t return the lob, it was too good’. Oishi replies with a thank you and offer short break since it’s around the time they(or Eiji??) are getting tired. Eiji answers with the usual ‘Sasuga Oishi! You know me so well~!’ (so it was Eiji after all...).

Oishi then progress to ask if Eiji slept well recently, since he was too sound asleep for a usual doozing off back during the study time...Which makes Eiji a bit embarrassed as he asks Oishi not to say things like that. Oishi apologises but still wonders if Eiji is 100% ok.

Eiji admits that he might have been tired, but most probable reason of him falling asleep was the fact he was trying to focus but couldn’t.

Oishi (IS A TEASE) says that if that’s the reason then it’s fine, sonce if Eiji doozed off during the match, that would be a problem...

Eiji isn’t amused by the joke(’That’s not gonna happen! >.<’), Oishi is Amused by Eiji, but still gets him rehydrated by throwing him his water bottle. Eiji thanking him whila catching said bottle are the evolved SR pic (shiny, happy son!).

Oishis sums the day up: ‘You did your homework and still got to play tennis, isn’t that a good free day?’

‘Yep, thanks to everyone’s help!...but you know, Racket is after all more fitting for me than Shapen! (I’m not sure if this is some kind of pen brand?), isn’t it?’ (With a cute Eiji laugh used as a background sound- I’m ded)

END OF STORY

Oishi...

...Is still mothering his room xD

Basically, everybody say what they want to eat (with Eiji going my way by wanting to get a ‘fluffy fluffy omelet, followed by [not so much my way] puri puri [no idea how to translate that xD] fried shrimps, finished with a [again my way]Puffy for a dessert’ Shishido gets his meat, Ootori insist that he will eat anything since he is hungry [good boy!]).

Oishi interrupts them with saying that he knows how they feel but they should pln breakfast carefully since it’s the most important dish of the day blah blah (not really, but the meaning is similiar) and that they should start with the soup or salad, to get stomach working so taht they can taste the main dish properly. Eiji of course (IS UED TO BEING MOTHERED) goes with his little ‘Ha-ai~!’, but Ootori spots Fuji sitting somewhere nearby, doing something strange with his food. *Drama music starts* Eiji goes on to note how his friend’s food turned completely red from the stuff (Fuji’s SR has him holding a chilli sauce in it, so...), Shishido notes how that amount of flavorings (you mean liquid fire -,-’’) is quite dangerous. Insert Fuji’s ‘if you don’t start a day with such a steak it doesn’t have sense’ (or something along the lines.)

Ootori wonders if they should tell him not to eat that since it’s quite dangerous...

Eiji kinds of troubled-ly chuckles that it’s Fuji so it’s probably going to be fine, but the problem lies elsewhere...

Cut to Oishi (in his already Yakiniku magistrate form) approaching Fuji, with Silver Pair jumping up in surprise at his tone, while Oishi continues with ‘Fuji...the meat...what do you think is...?!’ with Eiji trying to (a bit unsuccessfully) redirect Oishi’s attention (’now, now, hold it in!’) but it’s too late, Ootori noticces how Oishi’s face has changes and wonders what happened, Eiji explains Oishi’s berserk button is the way of treating the meat you’re eating, and that he changes into a different person when you do it wrong.

Back to magistrate starting to rant to Fuji about meat quality etc. Fuji apologises (HE FAKES IT), only to get Oishi more agitated.

SP notices that this Oishi really is like a different person and they seriously didn’t know this face of his. They agree to try and not to anger him, but Eiji interjects that it’s fine as long as they treat their meat properly (lolz), and as long as they won’t eat it Fuji-style, they will be safe.

Ootori is like ‘Yeah, as expected of the [Oishi’s] partner’. Shishido suggest that he and Choutaro should go eat elsewhere, with Ootori noting that he will be careful about his meat-eating style (okay boys, THAT didn’t sound good >.<)

Eiji notes that they left, but ignores that in favor of Oishi’s part of food (Eiji -,-’’ true Middle schooler alright).

Oishi exits the Magistrate form but still scolds Fuji, noting how the meat doesn’t even look like itself anymore, Fuji returns that from now on he will go and por the sauce next to the meat, if the looks bother Oishi that much (Fuuuuji...).

Cue Oishi Yakiniku Magistrate form returning full force (with a friggin’ RECORDED ‘DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MEAT JUICES!!!”) with a subtitles going ‘What do you think the meat is?!’

END OF STORY

#Golden Pair #Silver Pair #all in all #worthwhile stories #I'm sorry if Oishi's isn't as funny as you expected #I laughed the whole time I read it so it's probably my translation's fault...#Did I mention Eiji is a big kid #and Oishi spoils him way too much?#but it's actually wonderful to see they both know each other so well #they are reading each other #and predict each other's reactions...#Tenirabi

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dream--walker · 7 years

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bedraft replied to your post “[[MOR] the older i get the more my dream stories are becoming...”

if you're interested in writing up a messy transcript, hell yes am i interested in reading it

24/11/17 nap, chill hang with the spy network

spy/infiltration/agent story? the extermely overly techy half circle underground base, there is a very developed actual AI, and a specialist codenamed "merlin" (this is blatantly a kingsman thing my brain did btw)? who is the specialist who does all the things the ai cant and in general is the person u go to support for....

prev dream with the setup, the half circle base that actually is kinda convolutedly directly linked via underground paths to the oppoing major big bad asshole base which in this dream is nazis :) good work brain. in prev dream our base was infiltrated, major capture of agents and specialists all held in the big bad base, plot is me (cause i'm one of the agents) basically sneak infiltrating and freeing my team - in that dream the specialist, not me, knew about the secret long windy path and showed it to me (which is a seperate big thing, i'm always the main fucking OP hero in my dreams, dream chars having info that i don't and kills that i don't have is a big thing the way it's becoming more and more of a thing recently)

anyway we get back to our base via windy underground paths and our base is overrun with baddies, i sneak lead ppl all around them to avoid them noticing us, to the escape/travel pods, mutiple ones, shaped like long capsules in the ground, just one of the ends of the capsules are out from the ground, control screen at the bottom (but voice commands work too cause AI), can be 4? or 5? people in a single capsule, one above other, footholds handholds in capsule, people filled in, all went to my base, big beautiful modern home ai integrated, (fuck brain, design is so good????) anyway as we escape, and as we leave we launch a chem poison purge of the base, leave as it starts, alls ok all safe assholes are dead

now i rmemebr setup dreams that i have forgoteen before better after i get a "part 2" dream so that thing above was just what i remember of the setup dream which i think happened months ago

this dream, is like, all ok, all chill, no big deadly plot, hanging out joking around at the main base, now clean of asshole corpses thinking about ones we lost (update to story, people were least in the whole mess of the previous dream). i had lost a man i cared for more deeply than i cared to admit, a fellow agent (stuff had happened?? casual but whoops i guess not)... "merlin" lost his wife? i think. hanging out, me, some specialists, agents, some new, at the main base of operations, socializing, planning a group chill/hang event

i notice accidentally stumbling in a young guy, aggreisve red swastika t shirt, bags, confused, startled, a bit panicked as he realizes where he's at, tries to bolt, i yell for others and go after him, me and others apprehend him, press him against the railing. you realize where you are, who i am. you joined their party, how old are you. "l8" i am disgusted. but he's a young idiot. he will be prosecuted we will hand him over to authorities, i will not kill an 18 year old. i show him one of the agents who apprehended him they are brown and queer and excellent. this is what you fear? the future is already here. you can't stop it.

a bit of a skip

i take a travel/emergency pod to my home base. it is agreed that event will be held at my place. me and AI clean place, order food (a human convo with ai gets interrupted by alarm so i can't rememebr it almost at all uuuurrggghh but i know it was about 500 times more deeper than i expected)

again a bit of a skip

patry is on people are at my place hanigng socialzing and having fun

me and merlin, spererately, at one of the seperate house builings. me enthusing again about a new addition to the house really unecessarily extravagant and stupid stuff that i don't actually need or want, but the goal is reached, he is amused and laughs and jokes about funding and how much of the agnecy's resources go to entertaining me

others arrive, it is nice, it is fun, as the evening goes on trhough social cues and general flirty, not flirty at all sort of just casual fuckery... me leaning against kitchen counter, white wine glass in hand, casual remark "perhaps you'd like to join me later", merlin, whiskey glass in hand, casual remark "i don't see why not should be fun". (omg this is the chillest sex convo i've had in me dreams ever what the fuck) me and merlin spend the night together. it is soft and caring and nice and not much else

skip

morning me in kitchen. (i was a wearing a nonsense white whispy robe that is bulsshit but also i want one) the narration (yeah, literally narration. didn't happen before or after, but this point me brian gave me a narrator that i disagreed with but narration in my dreams always follows "pretty poetic text (might not always be true tho)") goes smth like "and then you wake up the next day and really realize what happened last night. in retrospect, it was cheating. you may not like that it is, but that is what it is. both of you had so many chances to stop and turn away but both of you didn't. maybe it was needed". i feel a bit akward about it, juice glass in hand, go over to main, living room hangout area, some have left, others that stayed night are awake, greet me, (merlin not there) someone had spilt something on my nice white couch, there is stuff on the surface of the arm handle so the ai can't just do the cleaning itself, i absentmindedly log in the "ticket".

go to kitchen to pick up some stuff/food for me and people, come back, merlin is dressed, wiping away the stain. we lock eyes, and we both smile and laugh, others laugh with us. (he is my main support person and lol always catering to me and omg that is the joke) i wake up with the nicest warmest happy and content emotional feeling that set the mood for the rest of the evening. we both needed that feeling of support and closeness and fuck the narrator, there was no guilt, it was just nice

#no one cares lin #bedraft #lin has dreams #this is the transcript of the actual dream from yesterday and the part 1 of the story #which happened months ago but is a great setup for the situation and i like it a lot

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Annabelle me Herman kicked me to the curb he was Batman I was John Doe

Jeremy a rich ghost boy tried to take over my life, but we bonded in the end

Andi Mack was pregnant with Jonah’s child but they weren’t dating and Cyrus was jealous and tried to run away but andi told him it’s okay and to finally confess to Jonah/ Stewie was dating Brian and Brian was a bum ass nigga and an apocalypse happened and Brian proposed to stewie and became a better man, well dog, dog man? Man dog ?/ I was Geralt of rivia and went to a store with vesmer, and we laughed a lot, then I turned into a woman and my husband and his alternate universe selves fought and died and I became an alcoholic and ended up with another alternate in the end/ I was a power ranger, red one, trained a new ranger, all rangers came together after years and the we sang.

A vampire werewolf hybrid boy( he was born a vamp but made into a werewolf) was my friend but my bully and crush and turned me into a werewolf too and we had to do battle at the end and I’m sad cause he had to die but I loved him but I only just realized 😪

Magic world And human one, kinda hidden but not really. / Had massive amount of drugs, was in a true blood esque enviroment.

Club, took mad pills, nick was there, caught up and went on a date. We weren’t compatible, but we Rekindled friendship, I still loved him.

Extremely vivid dreams, lucid ones, feel so real, almost can’t tell I’m dreaming. Had powers and twin, dating same boy, interrogated ninjA turtles human versions, so hot. Fought giant troll beast creatures, killed one but he was cute.

Was in love with king of Spain even tho he’s married, I was his mistress and Assassin, we we’re sharing a cigarette and flirting, then he needed help with his sons’, Avalon, murder. Alex Lilly was there for some reason, all my old friends were Assassins with me actually. We last left off going through old castle ruins, but a spider got in the way, which the king found amusing XP

We were on water and ships and this guy didn’t want this little boy to be gay, so RuPaul raised him but he has to go away, and he cane back to visit with his boyfriend and it was so emotional and happy, then he went back to land and opened a matchmaker cafe and he had powers of love.

A movie about the apocalypse, people were turning into demons and the only way to avoid them was to remain absolutely still, I mean like the slightest movement and you were dead, it was one of the scariest dreams I’ve had. I turned into one and so did my friends, but we could retain our humanity, and we fought and found a way to the heavens and started to live in peace but god was trying to kill us all./ I found a man who could fly, and he lent me the power to do it, but I ended up being a natural with it and didn’t need his power, so he tried to get rid of me but I busted out of there and flew away.

An apocalypse and we had different groups trying to all meet up. I had oral sex with Mikey. Thanos came down and was looking for gamora, we got the help of the astrals from ffxv, but it didn’t work, and then went to destroy half the world. I killed a werewolf, but he had a boyfriend, they were werewolf priests ? It was weird, but I felt terrible and buried him. Then I was a surviver mountain-y guy with a pet bear, zombies were coming so I tried to find a place inside. I was gohan and was trying to steal moonshine from the Archean from ffxv with my friends that had a crush on me ?

My mom was giant, and kissed Eb. Eb cheated on Marcus. I was a white gay married to a bisexual gay that cheated with his old ex gf, we had kids, 4, and I loved them all. I went to a party and made friends except one of them thought I liked him cause I kept accidentally falling into.

Apocalypse I was Bayek of Siwa and then he died and then I was his eagle and it was sad and sweet. Years after apocalypse things are returning to normal in a pair of twins and they’re in love and yeah it was odd and animals evolved and adapted and were dangerous.

We were doing a play in front of the classical and in the basement was a monster witch, she tried to kill us all, even children, we ended up in a castle and the royals had powers too, come to find out she stole her powers from the old king and his magician, and they were the only ones able to get rid of her. I hitch hiked after leaving my brother, fought a bear, then I was at witch school and helping the head master defeat the evil assistant. I gave him head too.

This bitch was fucking with my friends so I destroyed her shit dumb Bitch, and we had a party to go to and she had no clothes

Freaky nightmare ghost

Murders and gore, a haunted house and a rabid buster.

Monsters and werewolves. Rival and me were wolves. In the end I rewrote history to fall in love with him.

Time hopped again, everyone was happy and alive. The best time so far, everyone was alive and I was in love with Anthony(tony).

Saw amazing band, on the ceiling, climbed and crawled around the ceiling and it was amazing. Jen turned a men tried to kill me and the bad mates got really violent, I turned out to be an old girlfriend turned into a man.

Kinda of a vuugle set up but at a restaurant setting but also a daycare. I was magic and he was a vamp and he confessed his love for me.

De-mitri was mad at me, and was my pimp, I lost my virginity. Madelane moved into my house, and Jonah from Andi Mack did too, was in love with Jonah. Stole my dad medicine.

Got shoot at, turned evil and ate my mother, wasn’t my fault, ghost friend made me evil but I got fixed. Joined a team, demitri was there, and healed people of nature, mall setting, couldn’t walk again. Turned out to be a past life. Witches tried to stop me from healing. Had sex with an evil henchmen and I was the top.

Dyed hair but eyebrows got dyed too, Luis cane down and I cleaned myself out for him, gross btw, and then turned into another cute boy who lied to me. So I stole his drugs and money with my mom.

Herman and me, sleep over. Love and stuff and sadness.

Was dating Sharon but he looked like fleury, he died, so I went to a witch, so remade him from clay and his hair took a year of baking and constant streams of my love and own power.

Sea monster, demonic, kidnapped women, criminal minds girls. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Reunion, fleury and me flirted and yeah.

An old entity split into 6 people, and they kept meeting throughout history. They didn’t remember past lives, only one did at a time, and the one who did remember got taken over. Found out that it’s bad side also broke away and was trying to take over the 6 one by one. The only way to stop it was to dispel the negativity they felt.

Boyfriend was demon, loved him. Marcus had a son.

Mona demon, fought him, tried to win.

Boyfriend and Melissa, had sex with him, was too tight for penetration so I fingered him, I had to be the top. I miss him.

Friends stay at cabin, werewolf bites girl. Head werewolf was hot

Witch and powers, haunted house. Huey Dewey and Louie, I was Donald but we were all human ?

Madelane and me were friends again ?

I was getting bullied by a boy from Michigan, but then I fell for him, Jackson, then had to leave, I texted but he didn’t respond, I felt terrible but something happened to his family and he had written me letters, come to find out he was the reason I survived a tragic fall, ended up costing him his football career. We reunited in the end. Also ran into Raymond outside of ronzios. Worked at rack room, but spent a lot of time in game stop which was also a psychiatric place ? And I made friends there, karina especially, but went by rina, and was looking for Skyrim switch but bought Pokémon emerald cards instead.

Was going to classical even tho I graduated and bunked and mr bar found me and I told him off. Then I got an uber in this cool as trolley thing and fell in love with the rider alexgoober?, something Dutch like, and we did it and then he broke up with me but we were looking for each other again.

I was a drug dealer trying to avoid getting arrested. I was looking for Reid, and we found him.

Girl fights off monster bird, after trying to set it free, and then demons. Loses memory, and her amphos weapon. but is saved by mysterious power, fast forward to now she’s living with a new family in the city. Demons exist and the only thing that hurts them is amphos, a plant that contains light. There’s a church that exists dedicated to amphos, a d fighting the demons. There are hunters who have weapons that can’t meld with the amphos, and they’re are nuns that use them too and speak a language to fight the demons off. You can speak the language and you have a necklace that wards off the demons.

Buff boyfriend had sex and I love him. Ticks, cause of rain, one crawled into my thumb.

Demons and It, uncle fester but didn’t want to be called that. I was two brothers and they had a falling out after receiving superpowers cause one received better powers, and it went to his head, and the other felt left out and unimportant and unloved by his brother, and went to demon world and got back together.

I was me, and I was babysitting ravens baby, and Melissa was Chelsea, and Corey was there and victor, but Corey still looked the same, raven had a Disney thing to go to, and when she left an apocalypse type thing happened, sully was there too. I traveled to Spain I guess and was trying to learn more Spanish.

Girl, powers from a alien ai robot, meets other like her, gives some to her best friend.

Boyfriend, first date, cooked for me, lived in veazie, had a cat, six sinks, need him back.

Cameron Boyce moist, went back in time and changed things for the better. Jenny and me. Me and a girl and this gon like boy, loved each other, he could control weather, he got hurt when we were kids, and it was our fault and it changed him and he became possessive as obsessive. We had to kill him but we loved him.

Serial killer brothers, believed they were predators and everyone else was prey. Until they met me, another predator. I got to know and connect with one of the brothers and I knew if things had been different we would’ve been something. We convinced them to have a shoot out, and I won, I shoot him in the throat, but I felt bad, and he seemed so heart broken that I killed him. I held him while he bleed to death in my arms.

Madelane back in life a bit, dating a boy, in love, was Luis at first then it wasn’t m then dating luis gets involved and boy stays instead of leaving for school.

Older robin, killed people, protected best friend Isabel, killed her abusive bf. Then younger robin, flashback to how he became robin and met Isabel at smart school and wanted to date a cute nerd boy.

Are you afraid of the dark/goosebumps. Kids set of nuclear bomb, had powers, before that, main girl (wind/air powers), was dating boy (flame powers), but he was angry, third girl was younger (powers of light and flight). Horror characters like Chucky/slappy tried to kill original victims, plus the new kids. They defeated them and helped past victims. I ended up dating angry boy instead.

Melissa and me in Japan kids, someone has to stay behind in the past She does, her ring breaks like it did before and she finally realizes why, this time our friend stays behind with the ring

Toys could come alive, and wanted freedom to be, but mainly they just wanted to be with loving kids. We fought, and I killed a few. After understanding them, and realizing they just wanted to be loved, I befriended them, and reunited with mine. After everything was said and done, my old friend turned bully, who was trying to help the toys in their rebellion rekindled with me, for some reason he ended up being homeless and moved in with me and family, we fought once more and kissed and lived in love with my toys and each other. My toys lived in the basement floorboards, like the borrowers, and every night and morning I’d knock on them to let them know I still loved them.

#my dreams

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