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big brother part 12
there are some weird things going on in the gotham sewer systems
edit: OMG NOT THE ALM
IT DOESNT MEAN ALL LIVES MATTER ITS JUST A RANDOM THIBG I WROTE. I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL ITS TOO LATE
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happymuglightnerd · 2 years
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Saving Private Ryan
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imagine Wade has a little sister please leave comments this is for  lixxlelucy
1940
Little Amelia running around catching a butterfly Wade smiles as he watches her Amelia is 6 years old and  Wade is 20 years old ‘’Ame be careful I’ll be right back’’ ‘’Okay Irweny ’’ Amelia laughed as she chased the butterfly but before she knew it she was on a cliff ‘’AMELIA!’’ shouted Wade but when Amelia turned around she fell  off of the cliff she heard someone call her and shake her awake. ‘’Wha....’’ Amelia looked confussed to see her older brother shaking her awake he looked annoyed at her Wade was concerned about her but he choose to hide it ‘’Amelia quite lazing around’’ ‘’ Irwine where am I?’’ Wade scoffed ‘’It’s 1944 you idiot’’ ‘’Oh’’ ‘’Come on we are called for a mission.’’ ‘’Why?’’ asked Amelia Wade just groaned and walked away.
1944
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Everyone followed Captian Miller Amelia kept following Wade witch annoyed him a lot and she kept asking him the same question over and over again ‘’Irwine  who is privat Ryan?’’ Wade pushed her to the ground ‘’WOULD YOU JUST SHUT-UP ALREADY’’ He shouted Upham turned around ‘’Hey Wade don’t be so hard on her’’ Wade ignored him ‘’YOU KNOW THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT I WISH YOU FELL OFF OF THE CLIFF INSTEAD OF MOM COMING  TO SAVE YOU’’ every one turned around including captain Miller Amelia gasped Wade knew he went to far ‘’Amelia I am so sorr...’’ Amelia got up and shoved her brother away and ran ignoring her brother’s calls in the curch Wade was writing a letter to his dad and his step-mom.
The letter said ‘’ Dear mom and dad I am fine so is Amelia’’ Wade’s eyes welled while writting her name ‘’Hey Wade what was that all about with your sister?’’ Jackson asked  Wade wiped away his tears ‘’You know my mother used to have to jobs when my father left she used to come really late and one night she thought about coming early that night and I...’’ He inhaled sharply ‘’ Pretended to sleep that night and she came up to my room and just started talking to me and I wish I talked back to her but I just stayed pretending to sleep the next morning Amelia was playing with a butterfly’’ he chocked back a sob thinking about how upset he was with her ‘’ I told her to be careful  and then I went inside to hug my ma and tell her that I love her and after that I saw Amelia on a cliff I screamed her her name and before we knew it she was hanging onto a branch my mom ran like lightning and grabbed her then she was gone’’ I wanted to be left alone the next day we were fighting Germans and I saw a German aim his gun at me I looked up in the sky praying to God that Amelia will forgive me or that I might see her again but for some reason I didn’t feel a thing when I looked down I saw Ameila’s knees give in and I caught her ‘’Amelia!’’ there was blood all over her ‘’HELP’’ everyone came around her all telling her she’ll be fine ‘’Here drink some water’’ I said by lifting up her head and bringing her lips close to my canteen and she started chocking out water ‘’Mama mama’’ That’s all what Amelia said and then he closed her eyes ‘’NOOO AMELIA WAKE UP PLEASE’’ I cried ‘’Why wasn’t it me instead of my beautiful little baby sister’’ I cried when I put my ear close to her chest I felt a pulse!
4 days later 
I haven’t left Amelia’s side she hasn’t woken up yet all I did was hold her hand and talk to her and read to her  Adventures of  Huckle berry finn more then 10 times still nothing but today was the lucky day I felt Amelia’s hand move she was waking up ‘’Aa...melia’’ I stutterd Amelia groaned ‘’ Irwine’’ she said quitely due to the dry throat she sat up ‘’No no please just lay back just ... just rest do you need anything water food anything I can get it for you’’ Amelia thought for a second ‘’Water’’ she answered she looked at my canteen ‘’Water okay here’’ I opend my canteen and sat on the bed next to her to put my arms behind her sholders so she can be in a sitting position and brought my canteen she took four long sips I hated seeing her like this it is all because of me selfish me Amelia winced as I was laying her back down I sighed Amelia looked at me as I strarted to get up to leave ‘’Where are you going do you hate me’’ asked Amelia with tears I sat back down ‘’ No of course not Amelia’’ I said to her gently there was just so many wounded I had to take care of know ‘’Look Irwine I am sorry I killed mom I didn’t mean to I was just a stupid little kid I should have died instead’’ Amelia said crying   ‘’No no Amelia it wasn’t your fault I was just selfish I never ment it and I am so sorry’’ I said by wiping away her tears ‘’ I forgive you Irwine’’ Amelia said softly ‘’Thank you’’ I said above a whisper Amelia sat up again ‘’Woah easy easy’’ I said by helping her sit up and Amelia hugged me and I hugged her back ‘’I’ll go get you some food’’ Amelia nodded her head I came back with some potatoes ‘’Here’’ I bought the spoon close to her mouth and feed I carried Amelia around every where until it was night I layed Amelia down in bed and told her a story about a princess I fell asleep cuddling into Amelia the next morning when I woke up I shook Amelia awake she never woke up Little Amelia died in her sleep.
Amelia wade
1934-1944
Irwine wade
1920-1948
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court-of-starss · 4 months
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Comfort of Family
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Summary: Your cycle leaves you pining for your mate.
Warnings: Periods, a whole bunch of fluff, Rhys being the best older brother ever.
a/n: Honestly I just wanted an excuse to write Rhys as an older brother. Enjoy my migraine induced drabble!
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Feyre had never seen Rhys look as nervous as he did now, standing in front of the wooden door of his little sister. He was tense as he lifted his hand to knock, hesitating as he took in a nervous breath.
“I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” Feyre mumbled, raising a hand to gently rub his tense back, biting her lip to hide her amusement as he shot her an accusatory look over his shoulder.
“You don’t understand, she’s not my little star during her cycle” His voice trailed into a whisper, “she’s a chocolate hoarding dragon.” Feyre couldn’t hold back her laugh at his dramatics, so scared of his closest family member, his baby sister.
“I assume she’s going to be even worse as you’ve sent her mate off to gods know where.” Feyre giggled, hiding her smile behind her hand when Rhys narrowed his eyes at her and huffed. He took a deep breath before turning back around and finally raising his hand to gently knock on the door, turning the doorknob and entering at the soft ‘come in’ that emerged from the room.
The curtains were drawn, leaving the room in darkness hiding the mass under the heavy black sheets of the bed. Feyre rolled her eyes at Rhys’ hesitation to enter, giving him a gentle shove forward before closing the door behind him, leaving him to face his sister alone.
‘Traitor.’ He shot down the bond, his lips curving up slightly at her soft laugh that he felt through his chest. He cautiously approached the bed, eyebrows crunching together at the small sniffle that leaked from her. He felt guilt swarm him at her pain, her cycles much more painful than the ordinary fae.
“You better have chocolate Rhys.” You growled, your eyes peaking out from under the blankets to glare at your older brother who was now crouching down in front of you. He looked so much like your mother like this, his eyes soft as he examined the scrunch of your brows. He raised his hand, revealing a pouch from your favorite sweet shop in town. He grinned and set them on the night stand, next to your mates’ dagger, the one he always left by your side.
“Thank you.” You mumbled, cringing when another wave of pain travelled through you, your back and abdomen cramping painfully. Rhys frowned and gentle wiped the sweat from your brow, cupping your cheek softly as his talons slipped into your mind to ease some of the pain coursing through you.
“I’m still mad at you, for sending him away.” He sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable, ignoring your glare as he rested his head on your mates pillow.
“It was urgent and I assure you he will be back soon little star.” He had a teasing grin on his face as he bumped your foot with his. “Besides I’m sure he’ll give me enough of a beating when he gets home.” He snickered, he never turned down an opportunity to roll around the training mat with the shadowsinger.
A soft sniffle left you as you rested your temple on his shoulder, taking a few deep breaths. His scent easing your mind slightly, knowing you were safe with your best friend by your side. You could never truly be mad at your brother, a fact he knew and took advantage of often. While most compared him to your father, you always saw your mother in him. In his gentle eyes, in his caring actions, in his selfless actions, in his court.
“I miss him.” You mumbled, tears dripping down your cheeks as Rhys rested his cheek against your hair, humming softly.
“What can I do?” He asked gently, his heart aching at your pain and tears. A sight that he couldn’t stand.
“I just want Azriel.” You sniffled, wiping your cheek on his shirt, not even feeling guilty at the damp spot on his shirt. He sighed and sat up, pulling your head onto his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. Humming softly as your eyelids started to droop.
“He’ll be home soon I promise little star.” Rhys said softly, his words sending you into a blissful sleep full of shadows and gleaming hazel eyes full of love and laughter.
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You grumbled when you felt something caressing your cheek, a soft cool touch that drew you from the sweet dream you were having of your other half. You peeled your eyes open, blinking a few times to clear the fog of sleep. Your gaze snapped to a soft hazel gaze, kneeling next to the bed with a gentle smile was your mate. Your Azriel.
Your lip wobbled as you processed that he was here, your hand lifting from the blankets to hold the back of his caressing your cheek.
“Hey baby.” He mumbled, his eyes tracking the fresh tears now gathering in your waterline.
“Az.” You whined, tugging his hand. He complied, sliding under the blankets and huffing a laugh when you immediately curled into his body, leg draping over his hips as his arm slid over your shoulders to tug you into chest. You buried your face into his neck, taking long breaths of his scent, the smell of home. His palm slid down until it pressed against your lower back, the spot he knew always gave you the worst pains.
“Never leave me again.” You mumbled into his throat, smiling when he made a noise of agreement, the sound rumbling down to his chest. His other hand lifting to stroke through your hair, his nose pressed into your temple taking deep breaths of his beloved mate.
It could have been hours, perhaps days that you spent in this position with him, your body finally fully relaxed. But alas the moment was ruined, by your traitorous stomach letting out a deep grumble of protest. Az let out a puffed laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your hair before sliding you up onto his chest and rising from the bed.
You grumbled unhappily at the loss of the soft sheets and buried your head in his neck as he carried you out into the dining room, full of your loud and nosy family. Nose scrunching at Rhys and Mor loudly arguing over whom had the better hair in the family, you scoffed softly knowing it was neither of them.
“Oh, Az what do I have to do to get you to carry me around like that?” Cassian drawled, waving you off when you raised your head to snarl at him. You glared at his cheeky smile, softening slightly when he winked at you.
“For the last time Cassian, you are not my type.” Azriel groaned in fake annoyance, his lips tipping up slightly. You giggled when Cas held his hand to his heart and groaned dramatically, his own mate rolling her eyes, shooting you a soft smile before turning back to her conversation with Feyre.
Your heart warmed at the picture of your family, all cozied up on the comfy couches in front of the roaring fireplace, laughter ringing through the room as each member of your family relaxed with each other. A sight you had thought wouldn’t ever happen again 50 years ago, the joy and care radiating from everyone in the room was enough to tip your lips up, your pain from your cycle almost completely forgotten as your mate tipped his back with a roaring laugh as his brother continued his teasing.
Your eyes met Rhys’ as he smiled at you, his arm wrapped around his mate as she laughed at something Nesta was explaining, probably an embarrassing fact about poor Cassian. You smiled back, your eyes filling with happy tears as you finally witnessed the love and happiness on his face, after a long life of suffering, the pair of you were finally happy.
I love you Rhys.
I love you too, little star.
Azriel carried you into the kitchen, setting you on the counter as he turned to rifle through the cupboards, he always made you food when you were on your cycle, knowing you loved his cooking.
You sent a pulse of love down the golden string attaching your souls together, smiling widely when he shot a cheeky wink over his shoulder at you.
With the laughter flowing into the room from your family, and the sound of Azriel humming softly to himself as he started cooking, you felt your body relax. You had faced darkness head on and you knew at this moment that you would face it again if it meant that this life was waiting for you at the end.
“What do you mean Helion is hotter than me?! That is bullshit!” Cassian exclaimed from the other room, causing a loud laugh to leave your lips as your mate turned to grin at you, his own laugh leaving him as his eyes twinkled.
Watching you giggle and turn to shout back at Cassian, Azriel knew he would face death itself to keep the glittering smile on your face for eternity.
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copdog1234 · 13 days
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You know who else isn't getting enough love? Norm Maclean. Mans did all the snooping about his vault for us only to end up cryogenically frozen against his will and yall are sleeping on him!!!
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bear-ylee-stable · 9 months
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Just fame the halves and call them brothers🎵
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tobytost · 8 months
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dear sea, swallow me
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ironinkpen · 11 months
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The interpretation of Rise Raph as a 'perfect responsible soft boy uwu' is so BORING I'm sorry, Raph is a rowdy adrenaline junkie with anxiety and I won't take this slander any longer
Raph secretly kept an enemy soldier in their actual literal house as a sparring partner. Raph glued his brothers together and dragged them out to fight crime. Raph once asked Leo to punch him in the face to prove he 'takes damage like a boss.' Raph tried to lift a school bus, twice. Raph offered to help his favorite wrestler beat his little brother up. When Leo suggests evacuating Bullhop, Raph says no bc the best defense is a good offense babey. Raph's idea of a 'friendly chat' with April's upstairs neighbor is to put on a black ski mask and go stand menacingly at their door. It takes Raph 10 episodes to conclude that they should MAYBE start training. Raph's plan to get a potentially priceless (and potentially FRAGILE) museum artifact is to punch a car in the middle of a busy street and also cut it in half with his brother still inside.
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Raph's never met a problem he wouldn't try to punch in the face and does not know the meaning of the words 'excessive force.' He roughhouses with his bros and drags them out to fight villains and thinks any plan that doesn't involve an all-out brawl is boring and lame. He'll do anything to protect his family from harm and be a hero, but also he eats wet salami off the floor and once single-handedly destroyed a library.
I just adore how, at his core, Rise Raph is such a classic Raph—impulsive and stubborn and caring and passionate. He is a very sweet, strong, honorable guy who has a very powerful sense of personal responsibility... and he is also the exact kind of jock who throws you in the pool at a party without checking if you have your phone in your pocket first.
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its-vicky1 · 7 months
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Yes I am crying
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millenniummmbop · 2 years
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reigning duel monsters champion seto kaiba
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intercosmiiic · 5 months
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Martyn after all the other reds are dead:
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duckytree · 2 months
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big brother part 8
parent teacher conference. poor dick living that single father life as a 17 year old student lol
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happymuglightnerd · 2 years
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Band of brothers
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Richard is shiped  with Marie fisher 
This is during the time Richard is kidnapped by germans and Marie feels sorry for him while he is tortured and May is worried if she will ever see her big brother again.
Richard p.o.v
I still couldn’t get over the fight  May and that I had to lead everyone into Normandy all the commotion started so quickly good thing a good friend of mine was Marie I ran to see how everyone was doing but then I saw three ropes go over and they were pulled tightly to make to struggling when I saw one of the ropes are being pulled by Marie I was shocked as I went on my knees still struggling ‘’YOU TRAITOR’’ I yelled at her I tried to struggle even more but before I knew it I was knocked out and every thing went black I only felt myself being dragged away and put on a truck I even felt my hands and feet tied up. When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back with two gaurds watching me ‘’How was I going to get out of here’’ I asked myself ‘’He seems to be coming around’’ I laughed ‘’ Well well looks like you finally caught me!’’ ‘’Ja I was surprised also’’ said one of the soldiers I tried to get myself untied the soldiers just laughed I saw Marie come in and they knocked me out again.
Richard’s dream 
I was dabbing May’s face, forehead and neck
‘‘How is she feeling?’‘ asked Age our younger sister who is only 10
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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months
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There’s a knock on his door.
Keith freezes. There’s never a knock at his door.
“…Yeah?” he calls out cautiously, dog-earing his book and setting it down on his mattress. Shiro doesn’t knock, Shiro just calls out from wherever he is. Or texts him. And it’s not like Keith even has friends over, because he’d have to have friends to have them over. Shiro is also, as it turns out, equally as uncool, and never has company.
The door handle turns, and Adam pokes his head through the crack.
“You busy?” he asks.
Keith blinks. “Oh. Hi.”
That makes sense. Adam is here a lot. Keith has kind of forgotten to count him as company, actually. He kind of just appears at random times. Keith is half convinced that Adam is actually some kind of hologram Shiro has created to argue with, mostly because imagining that is really funny.
But he’s never come to Keith’s room before.
“Hi,” he says back, smiling slightly. “Shiro had to run out to handle something because the Garrison would delve into chaos without him, apparently. So he’ll be gone until after dinner.”
He looks at Keith expectantly. Keith stares back, eyes big, because he has no idea what the hell to say to that. Like, he’s correct, Shiro is the one and only thing holding the stupid school together, but Keith’s not quite sure why Adam has come to announce that to him.
“So are you free?” Adam repeats.
“Oh,” Keith says, startling a little. This is a — Adam is seeking him out. Intentionally. Planned. The fiancé of his foster — father? brother? mentor? Keith should ask more questions — has made plans, and they include Keith. Keith is being considered as someone to be hung out with.
“Yeah,” he says, voice cracking. “I’m free.”
“Cool,” Adam says, nodding. “C’mon.”
Keith scrambles off his bed and to the door, not wanting to give Adam time to change his mind. Not that it matters, or Keith cares about hanging out with him. Or anybody for that matter. But he’s curious, so.
“What are we doing?” Keith asks, jogging after him. Adam is a power walker. There’s not a lot of space to power walk in the small apartment, but Adam manages to leave him in the dust anyway. More fuel to Keith’s hologram theory.
“Well, obviously I love your brother more than the moon and stars,” Adam says matter-of-factly, striding over to the kitchen and opening counters.
Keith blinks. Well. That’s one question answered, he supposes.
“But I’m worried.” Adam sets down his armful of supplies; a small mixing bowl, chopsticks, a knife, a cutting board, and an array of vegetables. “Takashi tries very hard at everything he does. It usually gets him quite far. But cooking?” He shakes his head, grabbing a strainer and a head of cabbage and stepping over to the sink. “I don’t know who cursed him, but he’s physically incapable. And you’re thirteen. You’re growing. You can’t eat boxed noodles and peanut butter sandwiches all day. It’s bad for you. Come here.”
“I eat a lot of fruit,” Keith offers, feeling strangely like he has to defend Shiro, or something. Not even necessarily against Adam. Perhaps against the Allegations. “He’s very big on oranges. And mandarins. All citrus, really. There’s a lot of it.”
Adam rolls his eyes. “That is because Takashi read a book about scurvy when he was fourteen and is now terrified of it, because he is a goober. He’s also afraid of squirrels, if you’re wondering. He found out that some of them are carnivorous and never recovered.”
A tiny, barely there smile quirks his lips. Keith bites the corners of his mouth so it doesn’t get any ideas, then steps hesitantly towards the kitchen island, across from Adam. He watches him scrub the leafy vegetable, careful to get in all the nooks and crannies, then pat it dry. He moves to set the cabbage down and then seems to think better of it, leaning back against the sink.
“Get me the salt,” he says, gesturing to a bowl on the counter with pursed lips.
Keith narrows his eyes at it suspiciously. “Why?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” Adam observes.
“You answer very vaguely,” Keith returns.
Adam barks a laugh. Keith finds himself pleased at the reaction.
“I’m going to scrub the cabbage with it,” Adam explains. “It’ll draw out the moisture and take out any leftover dirt, too.”
Satisfied at the answer, Keith grabs the salt bowl, bringing it over. He moves to go back to his spot but Adam stops him with a wet hand around his wrist, gently guiding his hands towards the cabbage. Keith wills his shoulders to relax.
“One hand open to support it, one hand in the salt bowl,” Adam instructs quietly. “Grab a handful and start rubbing it in.”
Hesitantly, Keith grabs the offered cabbage, hyperaware of how his shoulder brushes against Adam’s bicep when he moves; how he doesn’t move away, but he’s not crowding, either. Just…close.
“I can actively feel my fingers pruning,” Keith says in disgust.
Adam snorts. “Yeah, they do that.”
Step by step, Adam guides him through chopping vegetables, measuring spices, mixing sauces, and handling the stove until Keith is working his way through a basic stir-fry like a pro. He’s more shocked than he should be when he tries his first bite of it and likes it.
“You have managed to avoid being cursed, too,” Adam says around his own bite, pleasantly surprised. “I was worried that living with Takashi would curse you by proxy. But this is good.”
“I mean. It was stir-fry. We chopped and we fried. Hard to fuck up,” Keith points out.
“You’d think. When I tried to do this with Shiro, the pan was charred so bad we had to throw it out. I don’t even know what he did. I was right there. It’s like he destroyed it by rancid vibes alone.”
Keith hides a smile in his noodles. Adam notices anyway, and grins.
“Sounds about right.”
“You’re good, though, kiddo,” Adam says, and his hand is heavy on Keith’s head. “You’re good.”
Keith swallows the sudden lump in his throat. His face gets red.
He leans into the touch.
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other parts in this universe
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the different ways spike refers to dawn:
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 6 months
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Where the Bats Come to Hide
Part 2
So to kinda build on to my Titus post I bet Damian does crawl into his siblings/fathers beds. Depending on what exactly the nightmare was, or what scares him decides who he goes too.
If it's Ra specifically Tim ends up with a baby bat tucked under the same pillow where his bow staff is. He knows that if it come down to it Tim can defeat Ra outwit him and see what his plans are before anyone else. Timothy stays up while Damian is in knowing his brother wants an active guard. His staff next to his computer with his chair facing the doorway. He knows Timothy will protect him from grandfather by anymeans necessary. Even at the expense of assassin lives. His grandfather can come but his Brother is ready and waiting.
Red hood finds a Robin sleeping under his pillow when Damian can't feel safe where he sees things of the corner of his eye. Where he can feel the cuts of blades or see the green of the pit. He goes to the brother who is always armed who's willing to pull the trigger. Damian goes when the only safety he can find is in the art of killing.
Nightwing finds his Robin tucked under his blanket curled around Zika when the world is scary when he's sad. The comfort of his Batman the warmth of the Brother who is ready with kindness as well as electricity luring him back to sleep when the memories of what he has done and gone through are too much.
His Father the great Batman can find his littlest tucked away in his room with the lamp still on when the dark is too scary. Who better to guard him in the shadows then the dark knight himself. The comforter feeling the same as the kevlar cape his father wears at night.
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uppoompat · 10 months
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Pat only thinks of me as a co-worker. But I can’t stop my feelings and thoughts that are more than that. It’s like I’m going down a rabbit hole and I can’t find my way out. Every second of the day, all I can think about is Pat. I like Pat. I like Pat so much, Jaab. 
STEP BY STEP (2023) Dir. Tee Bundit Sintanaparadee
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