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Livin’ The Brother Hood // A Generation Kill Fanfic

AN: The long awaited chapter two. Again, so sorry I’ve been dead. I’m working on more of my chapters as we speak. :)

Chapter Two: Oscar Mike

The next day after all that pizza, the Base was more than alive. Trucks and Humvees lined up ready to leave. The reporter hopped into the backseat along with Trombley. Garza hopped on the turret. Kyra finished squaring away the Humvee and followed close behind Ray, holding her helmet whilst they walked to the porter potty. Ray pounded on the door.

"Brad lets go it's urgent! Where almost oscar mike!" he called. Kyra stood there, a small smile on her face. Her little bandage still on her forehead.

"Jesus Ray, can't I enjoy one minute of enjoyment before shipping out," he called out from inside of the portable toilet. A giggle flew out of the female's lips along as Ray began to chuckle. The porter potty's door flew open. There stood the tall Marine as he scooped up his toilet paper, and Playboy magazine. Looking between Kyra and Ray with his piercing blue eyes. Kyra laughed slightly and shook her head. Ray went and followed Brad so he could go get the rest of his gear. the female Marine went and got in the Humvee, sitting between Trombley and the Reporter. She placed her helmet on her head, clicking her chin strap on. She began bouncing her knee, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

About five minutes later, Ray and Brad hopped into their seats in the Humvee. Ray placed his helmet on and Brad did the same. The reporter sat in his seat, sweat dripped down his face. Ray placed some dip in his lip and looked at the Kyra and the reporter, holding the can of dip out to them. The female made a face and put her hand up, rejecting the tobacco product.

"Hey, War Scribe. Want to try some dip. The first couple times I tried it, I puked a little bit. But, as long as you don't get it in Brad's Humvee, we won't mind," Ray spoke, clipping his helmet. Wright grabbed the can of dip, took some and stuffed it in his bottom lip. Kyra stuck her tongue out in disgust as she just placed her M16 between her legs. Humming softly as they waited for the signal to be off and driving.

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After a few hours of waiting for the translator, they were off. The drive was decently boring. Sitting in the Humvee wasn't all that nice. I mean, listening to Ray hipped up on Ripped Fuel and singing variations of Avril Lavigne and other hit songs, was fun and all. Hell, even Brad was singing along with some of them. Though, when you're driving in a desert there isn't much to see. Especially when you are both searching for the enemy, and waiting for the enemy to approach you at the same time in a massive country.

Kyra had already fallen asleep, her head resting on Trombley's shoulder. A shocker was that Trombley hadn't shoved her off of him just yet. Ray glanced in the rear view mirror, looking at Marine. "Holy shit James, you aren't being a total psycho. I'm surprised," Ray retorted. Brad glanced back at the two and smiled slightly.

"She is nice to me. And she gave me a pack of skittles," he shrugged and kept looking out the window. Ray scoffed slightly and focused back on the road. That was when they were called to pull over along with the rest of the trucks. Kyra popped up and hopped out of the car with everyone else. And as soon as everyone had gotten out of their vehicles, two white pickup trucks with the Republican Guard's insignia on the front of it. Men with AKs sat inside the truck, along with the truck bed.

No one was really paying attention at first, Kyra was the first to notice them. She immediately brought up her firearm and aimed down her sights. "Uh, Lieutenant! Two white pickup trucks, Republican Guard symbols on the hoods," she called out. This grabbed everyone's attention quite quickly while the two pickup trucks came to a hard stop. Brad came up next to the female and leaned over the truck and aimed his gun down on the trucks. This is when the rest of the men followed the action. Fick got on the phone with the higher ups in the chain of command, asking permission open fire on the men. Or at least snatch one for questioning. But, to no avail, the request was denied. And we were told to wave them off.

"The first contact we make with the enemy, and we wave them off like a bunch of bitches," Brad cursed while looking at Ray and Kyra who stood at his side. Kyra looked up to the two and chewed on her bottom lip.

"You know what happens when you leave the Marines?" Ray asked rhetorically, not really asking any particular person. Kyra patted his shoulder slightly. He looked between his two closest friends. "You get your brains back," he answered, turning around and going to the driver's seat of the Humvee. The female watched as he walked away and looked up at Brad. She wasn't all that upset though. The girl always stayed optimistic and had a smiled on her face. She grinned at Brad and walked to get in her seat in the Humvee. The blonde chuckled to himself and turned, watching her walk away. He shook his head slightly and walked to the passenger seat of the Humvee. And in no time, they were back on the road once more.

"Hey Sarge?"called out the female from the backseat. Receiving a hum from the Sergeant to show that he was in fact listening. "How's do you feel about your turret not showing up on time?" A laugh was heard from the Humvee's driver. A small smirk formed on her face as the Sergeant slowly turned around to look at her. The Reporter had a hard time keeping in his laughs.

"You know my dear Y/N, I could just cut a hole mopp suit while you sleep," he threatened. Though, the female just kept her smile, and patted his shoulder.

"Sure you can Sarge, but you love me too much," she teased as she leaned back against the seat. Brad just shook his head, turning back in his seat to face the road. She then looked over at the reporter, raising a brow. "I don't know what you're giggling at reporter. Just yesterday Garza had to preform testicle surgery on your because your mopp suit was too small. And you kept me up all night because you kept encouraging Ray with his dumb ass pussy theories on this war," she spat. One thing that girl was good at was killing Iraqis and being too much sass for everyone. That is probably why her and Doc Bryan got along so well.

The Reporter stumbled over his words as he looked at the female's death stare. He didn't think a woman could inflict so much tension and fear into a man just with the look on her face. She slowly shifted her face back to the smile she always had she patted his shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, I don't sleep much anyways," she chuckled. Wright just sat there and smiled nervously, nodding along with what the female said.

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The next couple days were fine. One night all of the men, and woman, were set in their little tent things. And then the next day they were on the road. The night before, Brad and Trombley had spotted a shit ton of foot mobiles on the move towards them. So the next morning, that is exactly what all of them had to deal with.

There had to be dozens of Iraqis. All of which needed to be searched for any Intel or any of which to know if any one of these men were apart of the Republican Guard. That meant all Marines on deck to search through the dozens of men.

Kyra had been patting down one of the men, her weapon's strap slung around her shoulder. Encino Man stood from afar, watching the woman. He was the type of man to be the "Superman" type. Always wanting to help Miss Bisset, though the Captain got in the way most times. And everyone saw it except him. And today, was one of those days when Captain Schwetje wanted to be Superman instead of Encino man.

Rudy and her had been patting down a set of men who would stop shouting. No matter what the pair did, they wouldn't shut the fuck up. that was until the female Marine huffed and rolled her eyes. Staring up at the Iraqis who wouldn't just stand still or sit town. She pointed her gun up at and just said in a firm voice, "Sit down and shut the fuck up. You Hajii motherfuckers." With that, the two men got the hint and indeed stopped speaking. Rudy watched the woman, slightly shocked that someone of her seemingly softer nature, so quick to use a more violent way of getting to the point. Not exactly Rudy's style though, what else could he do about it.

Rudy began to pat down one man whilst Kyra began starting on the second one. "These guys gotta be hiding something. At least one of them. There is no way on God's green Earth they would have put up such a big fight for us to just pat them down," The female spoke, glancing over at Rudy. With her taking her focus off the Iraqi in front of her for a fraction of a second, he launched upwards. Reaching for the Marine's M16. And that is when Captain Encino Man came in. Kyra was just about to push back the Iraqi and grab at her gun. Though, the Captain practically came out of no where and pushed the female out of the way. Classic Superman act in a not particularly extremely dangerous situation.

This action done by the Captain made her stumble and fall right on her ass. Her helmet tilting in front her eyes, pushing her glasses down and probably leaving a scratch on them. The poor woman just sat there for a second, a bit confused at the blur that just shoved her. The brunette pushed the tip of her helmet up, along with using her index finger to push her glasses up. The thud of the Marine hitting the sand along with all of her equipment caught the attention of Marines nearby. Nate quickly looked at what the situation as Kyra stared up at Encino Man. Her face flooded with confusion, anger, and clear frustration as Rudy helped her stand.

"Uh, Captain. I could assure you that I had that situation under control," She spoke, voice laced with annoyance as she dusted her lower half off.

"This Iraqi," he started, grabbing the Hajii by the arm and yanked him upwards. "He clearly reached for your weapon, and could've put you in great danger."

"Sir, I understand that. But," The small Marine's voice cut off by a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the hand and followed it's connecting arm. Her eyes landing on her Lieutenant. She huffed and looked at him.

"Captain, I was sure my Marine had this under control. Next time, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't shove Corporal Bisset next time you want to assist in a situation. And, Sergeant Reyes was here to assist her if need be. Sir." He piped in. His tone showing that he was too, very annoyed at his superior officer's actions.

"I saw this as a dangerous situation, in which one of your Marines needed assisting. Whilst you were away. If anything, I was helping you out Lieutenant," he hissed. He sounded so stupid. If only he could hear himself.

Help and assist. The two words Kyra hated the most. As a lone female with dozens of larger males that surrounded her. Many thought that she was much weaker than the rest of them. Her small size and look seemed to be that way. But they were so wrong. Kyra knew deep down that she wasn't weak and that she wasn't damsel in distress that needed saving. She was capable of doing anything on her own. Though, the female knew that she couldn't change every man's mind that she was indeed the weren't the weaker target. And the female Marine knew that she especially couldn't change their actions towards her most times. Unless she had to set them straight herself. Which she has had to do a few times within her past. But, that wasn't the point. Kyra Bisset knew that she had gone through all the same training, worked just as hard, or maybe even harder, than the rest of the males that she fought along side with her. That was all she needed to know herself.

Nate looked at the lone woman, his lips pressed together. His eyes spoke for him. Showing that it was just best for her to walk away because there was no use wasting time with the Captain. She just let out a heavy sigh and turned and walked off. Searching for her other friends with Rudy close behind her. Ray has just walked past, his arms tightly on an Iraqi in a dark grey turtle neck.

"Hey guy! They have their own Fruity Rudy!" he called, his voice booming as he pushed the Iraqi along towards Lilley and Chaffin. Kyra glanced at Rudy and scoffed slightly. She shook her head and walked towards Doc Bryan. Only imagining what Ray might've found on that Iraqi.

Looking around, the Marines were still at work. Though, with what was said and seen that most of these men, if not all, already came into contact with Marines or the Army. Having things from MREs, tickets saying that they already came in contact with our military. But, not every man was checked over, there still had to be another dozen men to get patted down and questioned. Though, that came to a quick stop when Godfather showed up.

Godfather approached Fick, and immediately said that the Marines needed to get a move on. Ordering the Lieutenant to send these dozens of men back from where they came. All of the Marines stood there, shocked at the order. It was against the Geneva Convention to not care for these men, they were technically surrendered. Kyra and Doc approached their Lieutenant and looked up at him.

"Sir, we can't just send them back to where they came from. Some of these men might have important information," the female stated.

"Are they serious? Where the fuck are we supposed to send them back to? Lieutenant, it is against the Geneva Convention to send these guys back. We have to take care of them, they surrendered," Doc added, frustration in his voice. Doc Bryan was always one for the rules, and he lived by the Geneva Convention.

"Well un-surrender them. I can't do anything about it. Tell them to go back," Fick retorted, sounding defeated, frustrated, and just straight up exhausted. The Corpsman and the shorter Marine looked at each and and shook their heads. And just walked back to their squad's Humvee.

Kyra climbed into the Humvee and sat in her spot. She looked at Ray, remember how he hadn't slept in a while. "Hey Ray, before we are Oscar Mike, want to get some rest? I can drive, I already slept a bit," Ray looked back at her. A small smile on his lips.

"Sure, I'll sit between the psycho and the war scribe," he answered, hopping out of the drivers seat while the female rolled her eyes and climbed out.

"Trombley isn't a psycho, Ray," She spoke, smiling at Trombley. He gave a tiny one in return. The woman always had a big sister relationship with Trombley. Always defending him and standing up for him. She sat down in the drivers seat.

"Sure you can reach the pedal there Kyra?" Brad teased, looking over from his seat. She scoffed, looking over at the Sergeant. Giving him the middle finger and placed her other hand on the steering wheel.

"Just because you say that that, I'm hitting every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump, jackass," she hissed. Earning a chuckle from the man in the passenger's seat who returned his focus to watching outside of his window. Kyra smiled to herself and started up the Humvee. Tapping her fingertips off of the wheel and humming softly.

"Kyra, if you could not hit every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump that would be amazing," the previous chimed in from the backseat. Mocking the female's word. Who just shook her head slightly and started driving.

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After a few hours of driving and a quick pit stop later. And with Kyra definitely hitting almost every pothole and bump she could find. Each time the Humvee rumbled, Brad swore at her and Ray groaned loudly. Trombley was just enjoying himself and watching the show happily. Ray went back to driving and Kyra climbed back into her seat between Write and James.

It wasn't a long ride before we caught up with the rest of the military on Saddam's highways. Kyra looked out the window as she looked in amazement at all the Military vehicles. Tanks and all. "Whoa, check it out," Trombley spoke up. Just as amused as the woman besides him.

"Look at this gents and lady. Little more than forty-eight hours into the war, and the First Marine Division out of Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California, is rolling with impunity on Saddam's highways," Sergeant Colbert announced. Kyra sighed whilst Trombley huffed and plopped back angrily in his seat.

"This sucks. We were on point in front of the whole invasion," He slammed the butt of his gun on the floor of the Humvee angrily. "Now we're back in the traffic jam." Kyra jumped in her seat slightly at the loud thud.

"Trombley. how dare you question the strategic plan?" Brad asked, looking back at the angry Marine in the back seat as the Humvee was brought to a stop.

"Oh my god look at this," Ray started up, pointing to the American vehicles. Everyone looked over at the trucks. "'Angry American'. Aw, 'Get Some'? 'Don't tread on me'?" He began listing off the multiple common slogans that were seen all over the hundred of trucks. that lead into him and Colbert getting into it about stupid shit that makes patriotism and country music. And does Sergeant Brad Colbert fucking despise country music. Kyra just sat back and slapped the Wright's shoulder and motioned for him to be taking this type of shit down. Which he quickly whipped out his little notebook and began scribbling down.

After hours of waiting in miles and miles of traffic and complaining about how the Marines were stuck doing nothing. And hoping that they actually got to get into the war before it ended. The battalion was on the road once more.

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It grew dark quickly where the Marines stationed for camp that night. Most Marines sat up and talked with each other. While others slept. Sergeant Colbert had switched out Garza was still upon the gun. Which he was busy working on the gun, Brad and Ray were up just talking back and forth. Kyra had just fallen asleep after she spent a good amount of hours trying to assist Gabe on the gun and preforming some of normal duties. The Reporter was also passed out in a little grave he dug.

Ray tore open an MRE he had saved within his bag. Bouncing his knee up and down. Probably from the amount of Ripped Fuel the man must have ingested. It had maybe be about ten minutes and Kyra had already awoken. Rubbing her eyes using her fists like a child. Ray glanced down at her, slightly confused at what she had woken up from. Or why she was getting up. Reaching for her glasses within her pocket, she pulled them out and placed them on her face.

"Hey Gabe, I'll fix the gun. Get some rest," Her voice tired. A yawn slipped from her lips as she stretched. The Corporal was known for not sleeping for long periods of time. No one really knew why. But usually the most she would sleep would be two hours and then she would be up and at 'em.

The Marine manning the gun looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, I'm fine. You can lay down for a little bit longer." Shaking his head and going back to trying to get the jam out of their Humvee's main gun.

"Gabe, shut the hell up and get sleep while I'm offering it," The brunette already began climbing on top of the Humvee, pushing Gabe out. He just had a few confused noises leave his lips as he physically could deny the chance to sleep. Kyra just watched as Walt put his hands up in surrender and climbed down and into the grave that she had just been sleeping in. She chuckled to herself as she removed her helmet from the top of her helmet.

"Why aren't you sleeping, Corporal?" Called Sergeant Colbert from the passengers seat as he watched the screen in front of him.

"Why aren't you, Sergeant?" was all she responded. The female stared off into the darkness of the desert. The cool wind feeling amazing on her skin instead of the hot sun that was there on the daily. Looking down, her hand went up to the back of her, pulling her hair down. Getting the somewhat fresh breeze blowing her brown locks back. A sigh of content slipping from her lips as she tilted her chin up. A small grin spreading on his lips.

"Seems like I asked your first Corporal Bisset," Colbert pushed himself out of his seat. Looking up at her, tilting his helmet up.

"Didn't feel like it," Kyra shrugged as she began working he way with the weapon on top of the vehicle. Her focus devoted to trying to understand why the gun just kept getting Jammed.

"Huh, I don't think I'm buying it. Are you Ray?" Brad's head turned to face Ray who had been on the opposite side of the Humvee.

"Nope! Not buying it Brad!" Ray chimed, mouth full of food. A small giggle left the woman's lips and she shook her head. She leaned on the turret's shield and looked down at the Sergeant.

"Why do you men want to know so much about me?" her head tilted to the side. Her long brown hair falling to the side. Brad rested his weight onto his left foot as he looked up.

"Well my dear friend, you have been with us guys for months. Through every training and all. You know about everyone's past and story, or just them in general. And we know absolutely fucking nothing about you. All the guys have been making bets on if you've killed someone or not." He leaned against the Humvee. Kyra scoffed and laughed slightly.

"No, I've never killed anyone," she sighed heavily in defeat as the turret jammed once more. She ran a hand through her thick hair. Leaning back, Kyra slipped down out of the turret and into the seat. It was now her turn to look up at the lanky Sergeant. "I don't talk much about where I'm from or my "past" because it just isn't all that good."

"Hell Kyra, that doesn't mean shit. Some guys were supposed to be going to jail for some fucked up reasons and chose the Marines instead of being locked up," Ray spoke, stalking on over to the two. Ease dropping. A common action done by Corporal Person. An expression that spoke 'you're and idiot' while Brad just let out a heavy sigh and looked down. Shaking his head slightly.

"Well Ray, as going to jail for a petty crime is not the best and all. My so called "story", as Brad put it, isn't as easy as that," swinging her legs back and forth as she looked up at the two Marines standing in front of her.

"Then tell us my dear female friend," The short brunette pressed on. He was just as curious as Brad. Though Brad just wouldn't admit how much he wanted to learn about the woman sitting in front of him. Kyra just smirked slightly and stood up, approaching the two men. With a few steps she stood in front of them. They looked down at her, anxiously waiting to see and hear something about her. The small woman just tapped their cheeks with her hands.

"Maybe one day, my two favorite Marines," Kyra just gave them a nod whilst Ray threw his head back and groaned loudly. Brad just huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. The two watched Kyra grab her Kevlar and placing it on top of her head as she pulled her hair back into a bun. Clicking the chin strap on and grabbing her M16. "I'm going to go talk to Poke, have fun you two," she grinned as she turned, walking away to Poke's Humvee. Ray just scoffed slightly and looked over at Brad. Who's eyes were still watching the little lady as she was already about twenty yards away.

"When are you going to realize Brad that you are one love sick puppy over that Marine," Ray teased. Shaking his head as Brad snapped his head to look down at the brunette next to him. He scoffed, turning his body to look at him.

"For your information Corporal Person, I am not a "love sick puppy" for Kyra. And I don't think I'll ever be. Unlike you and you're strange attraction to your sisters like the rest of your whiskey tango, trailer park fucking hick family. I don't fall for people my dear RTO," Brad retorted coldly. Though, Ray just scoffed and stared at him for a second as the Sergeant turned to get into the passenger seat to keep watch,

"Fuck it Brad, I'm getting some sleep," with that Ray pushed himself off from leaning of the side of the Humvee and walked around it to his little makeshift bed that he had. Laying down and talking with the Reporter a bit before getting at least a little sleep.

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The next day the Marines sort of got what they wished for. Bravo pulled in and waited behind Alpha. Gun shots never stopped and Mortar fire hadn't quite just yet. All of Bravo jumped out of their Humvees and took cover. Explosions from Mortars were hitting all over. Kyra sat there, edging her way in front of everyone, trying to search for the Mortar fire. Men were being shot in her view. Some even being blow up. Though, it was war wasn't it?

Brad and Ray were up talking with the Lieutenant. Men were all squatted next to their Humvees. Flinching and jumping at each loud boom that the Mortars made when they hit the ground all around the Marines. The blasts made it sound like the Mortar strikes were coming from all over.

The female ran back to the Lieutenant, binoculars in hand. "Sir, I can't get visual on where the Mortar strikes are coming from within the city. There has to be at least three of them with the constant rates of them firing," Kyra shouted over the loud sounds of bullets and explosions. Fick just pursed his lips and looked over at the group of Marines that stood beneath electrical power lines. Her, Fick, and Brad all moved up, observing the group of Marines about thirty yards in front of them. The female chewed on her inside of her lower lip, adrenaline and anxiety coursed through her veins. Not a good mix.

In just a second, the female looked away. She heard a loud explosion and the quick screamed for a Corpsman. She looked back and the men that stood just thirty yards in front of her had fallen. Now crying out in pain. Doc immediately ran to their aid as the three Marines just stood there. Kyra just stood from her kneeling position, her eyes never leaving the men wailing on the ground. She swallowed hard and turned, shaking her head slightly.

Sergeant Colbert's eyes followed the female as she left. War was all fun and games, guts and glory to these young men. Until the bullets truly start flying and your buddies begin dying all around you. Then it isn't all piss and vinegar anymore. It was today that most Marines in the company really started the process of understanding what war was really all about. Watching fellow brothers in arms hit the ground, crying for their mothers, was not what most would picture or anticipate.

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The night took over. Everyone within their Humvees. Either asleep or keeping watch. Ray and Trombley had been up talking about future names for Trombley's son. Going back and forth between names, bickering at times over names. In that time, Brad switched Gabe for Walt for manning the turret. After that time, Ray had been attempting to fall asleep, whilst Trombley was still Rambling about his wife and future child. Kyra had been sitting on the top of the humvee, chatting with Walt as he climbed onto the turret.

"Walt, can you keep it down? I'm trying to listen to the artillery," Ray called from the driver's seat. A giggle left the woman's lips as Walt chuckled, glancing down at the male below him. Kyra kicked her legs back and forth as she hummed to herself. Her helmet off and hair down. It was this time a night when she could have her hair down and get a moment to enjoy the wind combing throughout her thick hair. It was almost like a moment of clarity. She knew that there was a war surrounding her. She was well aware of the amount of death that surrounded her and her friends. She knew that she could die at any time. Though, the female just wasn't looking at the darker sides of things. Kyra was known to be the light of the company. The one comforting the men, making them smile. Going past the cat calls, the flirting, the staring, the teasing, going past everything. Everyone loved her. She was just the something the men looked forward too. They were a little sister, a best friend.

"Why don't you get some sleep there Smiles," Walt spoke whilst fidgeting with the turret. She sighed at the use of the name and looked up at the blonde countryman. A grin on her lips.

"I'm fine Walt, I don't need it. I'm not tired," she responded, pushing herself off the roof of the Humvee. She let out a little grunt as her boots came into contact with the sandy desert ground. A small cloud of sand puffing up from beneath her boots. She stretched her back as she turned and grabbed her helmet. She saw a familiar Sergeant sitting in the passengers seat and walked on over around the Humvee to go speak to him.

She leaned against the Humvee, her forearms supporting her weight as she placed them above the window. Brad just kept focus on the screen in front of him. Kyra looked over his shoulder and at the screen. He had just gotten through telling Trombley that getting married and having children was a waste of time and money. Instead he could just order a hundred dollar hooker on the phone and it would be better.

"What are you working on there Sarge?" Asked the small woman. Brad looked up at her, a small grin spreading on his lips as he noticed her.

"Not really anything here Corporal. Just keeping watch whilst everyone, I mean, everyone except you is getting some shut eye. So why don't you do the same?" He just looked at her. Still not understanding the fact behind why she never slept all that much.

"I'm fine Brad, I don't need it. Why don't you get some sleep and I'll keep watch? The team leader needs some sleep at some point doesn't he?" she smiled leaning more inside the Humvee. Brad just chuckled and looked down slightly. Looking back at her.

"Why don't you ever sleep for a long period of time? Like fucking ever?" he rested his gun down, abiding his attention towards the female leaning into his Humvee's window.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I really want to know!" Kyra stood there and sighed slightly. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the blue eyed man in front of her.

"I don't know, I guess it is just easier to stay awake. That way I know nothing bad will happen to me. No one will try anything," her words were soft and clear. Brad nodded, never realizing that the entire reason she went without sleep was because she was worried someone would try something. It made the man wonder what made her worried or scared.

"You know nobody would try anything Kyra," Brad tried to reassure. Attempting to pull out some emotions, something he wasn't at all used to.

"Are you sure about that Brad Colbert?" Kyra gave him a weak smile and the question left Brad speechless. He just couldn't think of a reassuring answer. The woman just sighed and kept a smile. Glancing at him one last time before climbing back up onto the top of the Humvee. Laying on her back, looking up at the stars. While Mr. Brad Colbert just sat there, still at a loss for words. Confused on why he was so lost and confused. With a sigh he just looked back at the screen in front of him. Pushing all questions and strange unknown feelings to the side. Not really wanting to understand them.

Kyra just sat there, listening to everyone's conversations around her. Thinking to herself, 'What in the hell did I get myself into coming back into this.'

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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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How do you think the boys will react to Dr Tim in fear gas (like full dose of it)??

Hi babe.

I’ve said it before, but ah. Be careful what you wish for, heh.

But no, really hasn’t poor Dr. Tim been through enough? Guy has already narrowly escaped collapsing bridges, been up close and personal with the Joker, fought off Scarecrow’s goons, AND was smack dab in the middle of an honest-to-God Arkham Riot.Now we’re going to just get him all up in some fear toxin? Good Lord, can the man get a break? He hasn’t had some smut in a while tbh. (winks over to chippon)

BUT.

WARNINGS FOR:

Mentions of child abuse

Mentions of gore, blood, grossness

You will be crying by the end. Guaranteed.

Extreme mental and emotional HURT

Tim’s fears are Jesus-Fucking-Christ level bad

You’ve been warned :D

He’s not even back to work yet after that ambulance wreck, still feels the road rash, pulled muscles, and residual owfuck from a little rough and tumble time at Arkham Asylum.

But, he’s in a convenience store for fuck’s sake because Jay wouldn’t let him have coffee this morning (nah, Sweets. Ya ain’t godda get up yet. Jus’ go back ta sleep wid’ me, yeah? We’re gonna stay here all warm n’ snug. Sshh. I gotcha, Timmy), and he’d managed to wrangle himself out of Jay’s arms when he woke up again, found out there’s only enough grounds for a shitty, weak pot, and Tim can’t even stand the thought of it.

Unfortunately, he gets a whole lot of random bad guys stopping in for those terrible hot dogs and road drinks on their way out of Gotham.

(Crane looks just as horrifying as he remembers from the hospital that one time, and Tim fervently hopes, hopes none of these henchmen recognize him in a beat-up hoodie and saggy sweatpants.)

What makes matters worse?

Crane isn’t even trying to be, you know, an evil villain.

There’s a put-upon sign behind the mask, and the fear gas comes out of nowhere, getting everyone in the store because the guy just doesn’t want to deal with civilians right this moment. He missed the break-out and decided to have a party all on his own, but he hasn’t even gotten the time to get the plan for his next evil scheme ready yet.

So he raises a hand and sprays a little gas to keep people from being lucid enough to call the cops and rat him out. He needs some time for a good getaway.

Tim, however, sees the inevitable coming and is frozen to the spot, can’t get his weak knees to unlock so he can at least try to duck. Instead, he gets it full in the face.

In a sweep, Crane sprays the small store as his henchmen drop a $20 in front of the coughing clerk and take off back out the door. Hotdogs and all.

Tim scrabbles for his phone, the noxious cloud makes his eyes water, his lungs fucking burn on the first choked, shocked breath. Even when he tries to hold his breath, he’s too terrified, knees going out just as he thumbs the screen behind his back.

“Timmy?” is tinny and far away while he tries to at least breath shallow, eyes dart to the door, his brain tuned into the whole get out and away before the inevitable happens.

He’s got to get to Jay, he’s got to get out of here and get to someone. If he starts talking while hepped up on fear gas, he could give away everyone’s secrets. He could tell random strangers who everyone really is, he could tell anyone their weaknesses, he could put everyone in danger.

Building blocks. If he can get to a lab, to Steph’s, back to his penthouse, anywhere not here, he can probably crack the building blocks of the toxin before it takes him over completely.

He doesn’t even hear, “Baby? Ya there? Didja butt dial again? Thought I tol’ ya ta stay in bed with me, yeah?”

Not with the door right there.

All he has to do is make his weak knees fucking work, ignore the burn in his lungs, his brain, his eyes teary with the cloud still thick around him, with the abrupt slam of his heart in his chest, with the sudden shadows in the niches that hadn’t been there before.

He just has to get to that fucking door. Has to be able to run.

Tim manages to mostly get there before the screaming starts.

Dick is working the day shift in the uniform when word Crane struck come over the wire.

Whenever it’s one of the big bads, he gets close enough to get the details before handily disappearing to slip into something a little more comfortable.

(He knows his ass is spectacular in the Nightwing suit.)

A boop from his pocket is his Batcomm notification, and he pops it in just as he dips into the men’s room with a plan to get out one of the usual windows.

“We’ve got Crane on the move, O. Might want to drop B a line.”

“Already aware, Boy Wonder. It’s more severe than you realize.” His phone goes off as Dick is shimmying out the window and up the building where he keeps a spare suit in a nice waterproof bag hidden in the overhang.

When he checks whatever oh shit is added to a potentially deadly scene, he’s got a text from Jay and a picture from O.

Surveillance footage from inside a convenience store where Crane evidently attacked some civilians. His breath catches when one of the faces turned away to try avoiding the gas is–

Timmy.

“Fuck,” is a little breathless with a very different kind of fear, and Dick immediately turns it up a notch, throwing his suit on and slapping a domino over his eyes. “What can you tell me, O?”

Quick check on what he’s got to work with.

“B and Rob are already in pursuit. Signal is approaching to assist. As far as we can tell, this is the only place Crane managed to hit. Everyone’s mostly been accounted for by GCPD.”

“I sense a but coming–” and he checks his phone two seconds before time to fly, and the text from Jay is something about Tim and screaming, and now he won’t pick up the phone...

“O?” Because dread strikes him in the chest.

“He’s the only civilian missing. He must have already taken off before the patrol car got there.”

“He was hit with fear gas, and he took off?”

The jumpline is already in his hand before he even hits the edge of the roof at a run. It’s go time.

So, it’s a race to find Tim, all doped up on fear toxin and probably tripping out of his mind in one of the most dangerous cities in America where people like the Joker and Two-Face might hold a grudge.

Jason was already suited up before he sent that text to Dickie, was outta there when the sounds came over the line, the familiar screams. It’s a particular flavor of terror spelled out that Timmy, was probably in trouble.

He hits up O with the deets while Nightwing hits the almost-night, making the first swing fucking count.

The world alters and shift around him, almost throwing him off his feet more than once.

He’s already completely lost his sense of direction, trying to keep his eyes closed in a last ditch effort to keep the hallucinations at bay.

(It’s just chemicals fucking with your brain. You can beat this. It’s not real. None of it is real. You know that. You know it’s just–

Brick under his fingertips, abrading the sensitive skin. Stumbles over a curb, and the loud whonkkkkk almost rips a surprised yip out of him. Tim cracks his eyes open, heart picking up when the yellow lights look like the porch light from the Johnson’s house–

– before they brought him back.

“He’s…a special child. He needs more than we can give him–”

“He can’t get along with the other children, so I’m afraid–”

“Well, you see. Mary is pregnant! It’s-it’s a miracle, and we like Tim, really we do–“

Tim grits his teeth, hears so much wahwahwah than anyone really talking, telling him to get the hell out of the street, what is he thinking?

But instead of a shadow of a motorist that had pretty much almost run him over, all he can see is Detective Gordon, way back when he’d been the one to come to the Drake’s manor and give him the news.

His mom and dad weren’t coming back, not ever.

“N-No,” he whimper screams, slamming his eyes closed, and takes off again. It’s a full tilt run, every person he meets with someone else’s face.

Michael McCannon, the guy that beat the shit out of his foster kids.

Lilly Wright, wanted the income from having a foster in her house, didn’t care if he went to school, if he slept, if he ate, if he was dead in a gutter because he fell off a roof running after–

He smacks his palms into brick, scraping his face, turns and there’s Tony Stark back when he’d first met. Intimidating and imposing, eyes narrowed in distaste.

He runs faster, only half recognizes the buildings as he goes. He knocks into someone, eats face in an alley, panting and sweating, eyes full of tears, brain on fucking fire.

“Drake!” Hissed from the shadows, the darkness parting for red, gold, and green.

But it’s too much red, too much red.

“N-no, nonono,” and now he’s outright sobbing, scrabbling to his feet because Dami, Dami, is in a ragged, torn tunic, skin broken and blood fucking pouring out of him.

He’s got both hands on the vigilante, brain failing him, spitting out the mortality rate of being run the fuck through.

“No, no, no Dami, Dami,” he’s pressing on the worst wound, tears streaming down his face, babbling incoherently, apologizing, begging this kid, the little brother he should have had, not to fucking die and leave him too.

Robin, laying where the doctor had apparently thrown him, is staring up in shock, hands on Drake’s forearms where he’s pressing at some imaginary wound.

“Don’t die, Dami. Stay with me! Please stay with me!” Is fairly screamed in the cold night.

And Robin catches his breath at this, this, as one of Drake’s worst fears.

“D-Don’t leave me. I can’t lose you. I-I can’t lose you, too.” Tim weeps, pulling both hands back, staring down at what must see as blood and viscera.

“I am sorry, Timothy,” Robin breathes out hoarsely, frees a hand to pull back, teeth clenched against what he’s about to do, and punches their doctor with real intent.

As he hopes, Tim goes down like a stone, unconscious on the dirty ground, tears still on his face from terror and grief.

In a breath, Robin is on his feet, kneeling over Drake, tapping the comm in his ear. “Hood, N, Father. I have located him. He has been…affected. I am uncertain if the anti-toxin in my belt would do further harm, so I have not administered it as of yet.”

“Rob,” Hood’s response is immediate, “Big Wing’s with Daddy Bat takin’ care a’ the last of ‘em. I’m headin’ atcha now.”

“Meet me at the Black Bird. Hurry,” Robin cuts off, and gently, oh so gently for his normal, lifts Tim’s upper body against his chest, points a gauntlet at the roof to fire the jump line, reel them both in.

At sixteen, the youngest vigilante has nearly outgrown the doctor, and has no trouble lifting Tim up to carry him across the roof, occasionally looking down to make sure Tim is still out.

His own vehicle, the Black Bird, is hidden close to a safe house for the Bats. Balancing Tim in his arms, he taps his utility belt, the container hiding the car folding away.

Hood is on the ground, immediately takes Timmy from Rob, looking at the scrapes on his face.

“In, in!” Robin snaps, shooing Hood in the back with their Doctor. “We must get him to the Cave immediately.”

He dives in the driver’s seat, revving the engine fast, tapping his mask for the whiteouts to slide up. He takes in the immediate area with a glance, and peels out into the night.

Jay deactivates the helmet, tosses it in the front seat, wraps both arms around Timmy in his lap, tapping the comm to listen up at Dickie and B on clean-up whiles he winds up to get all the deets outta the Demon.

“Tell it ta me straight, Lil’ D. How bad wassit?”

He’s looking in the rearview because the kid’s eyes always give him away.

He ain’t prepared to see the Demon blinking rapidly, jaw clenched tight. “He is fully effected. Hallucinations, inability to discern outside voices. I called to him. He was not able to hear me. See me, yes, but he believed I was…dying. He attempted to treat me, asked me not to…”

Robin makes a hard right turn, shoves his foot against the pedal to drift it. He shoves in the clutch, shifts the gears, biting down on his lower lip (“Don’t leave me, I can’t lose you.”).

He evens out, hitting the Robert Kane Bridge to take them out of Gotham proper and closer to the Manor.

“Dames?” Jay makes it soft because the kid is obviously shook.

Robin pushes the car to 105 mph to sail over the bridge.

“His fear was he would be unable to save me. The wound…he believed the wound made by Hush would kill me yet again, I believe.”

Jason Todd breathes in sharply, freeing up a hand to fit at the back of Rob’s neck, make circles with his thumb.

“Sorry that mighta brought ya back.” His tone is low with sympathy, empathy.

And for a moment, Damian Wayne, not Robin, leans back into that hand, lets it ground him while the night flies by the window, while he watches the darkness for everything while he downshifts, when the road starts getting less defined further out of the city they go.

“It is not that,” Damian admits, “one day, one of us, perhaps all of us, will not return. Nothing he can do will prevent that.”

“I know, Baby Bat. Let’s hope it ain’t any day soon, you feel me?” And Jay, tries to keep it gentle, tries to keep the circles going, tries to be easy about it so Baby Bat won’t try ta pull away, put it all back inna box to fester.

“Agreed. However, do not be surprised if he comes to fighting. We must monitor his vitals closely if this toxin is similar to the last batch.”

“I gotcha. S’all right, we’re gonna take care of him, ain’t we?”

Damian makes an affirmative noise and leans forward out of Jay’s grip, pressing the gas, then gearing back up.

Tim comes to as the restraints are tightened, Alfred Pennyworth securing several sticky discs to his chest, and a pulse oximeter to his finger.

“We’ll see you soon, Son. Be a good boy while we’re gone.”

Makes his eye fly open wide, his heart slam painfully against his rib cage, his arms jerk where his wrists are restrained.

“Boys,” a cultured voice calls the second his eyes open, but Tim can’t see anything, not with his heart in his throat, not with his Dad’s voice ghosting out after over a decade and a half.

When he glances over, horrified at the tall figure coming closer, hands raised up in surrender, and his eyes were empty, gorey sockets, black sludge from the empty cavity. Purple lips and half-rotting flesh, the last clothes he’d seen his father wearing, his best suit, the one he’d wear to Drake Industries on the stints they were home and Dad worked in the office.

Tatters and grave dirt, bone peeking out from shriveled flesh…

“Dad,” is a broken, hoarse croak, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I tried. I tried to be good,” and the closer his dead, decaying Father gets, the more he fights whatever is keeping him still, won’t let him run for his own fucking sanity, “I tried! I tried and you still didn’t come home! It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t–!”

He chokes, gags because Dad is right by the bedside, and now Tim can see the inside of his black mouth, the tongue putrid and pale without blood, and the smell–

He’s probably screaming, even if he can’t hear himself.

Something is strapped over his face, and he fights it, knows it’s a plastic mask, pumping something into his lungs, just like the fear toxin.

A turn of the head, and it’s the reversal of his first meeting with-with

The Joker.

Harley isn’t on the table bleeding out this time. It’s the two of them standing over him, a huge needle full of green sludge right by the Joker’s shoulder, right next to his horrifically sick smile.

He’s wearing a mock head lamp and white coat, Tim’s own badge dangling from his pocket. He turns to the smaller figure of Harley, the nurse sidekick with a frightening set of tools. The orbitoclast is brown with old blood and brain matter, the leucotome wire is rusty, the plunger to send that wire into his brain almost black with old gore.

And he fucking chokes.

“Hold on to those, Nurse. If my wonderful formula doesn’t do the trick, then we’ll have options! Huh, huh, huh,” and the bastard leans into him, that sickening smile, those wide, lucid eyes.

“He’s going to be our good boy, one way or the other, isn’t he?” And the dark growl of it, the promise is what makes him start screaming again.

Hands on his straining arms, a big body right by the bed when he turns, flinches away as far as the hold could let him.

“Oh no. No no no,” is a whimper, a plea, “I didn’t say anything to anyone, Mr. Johnson, I swear. I didn’t tell anyone anything.”

The grip on his arms becomes bruising, painful, terrifying all over again.

Tim clamps down, remembers the beatings hadn’t been as bad if he could keep quiet.

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a little shit.”

It’s Mr. Johnson’s words, but Jason’s voice.

“You need a good ass beaten’, kid. That’ll straighten you right out. That’s what all you fuckers need. Lucky for you I don’t mind making sure you keep on the straight and narrow.”

He doesn’t realize he’s chanting, “don’thitme, don’tdon’tdon’t, please please, don’t,” while Mr. Johnson backs off, the old recriminations and reprimands rolling right out in Jay’s smooth baritone.

He’s outright sobbing, arms trembling above his head where he’s trapped, trapped. He can’t move, he can’t run, he can’t hide, he can’t–

And a blink takes him to the same fire escape outside his penthouse where he’d found Nightwing bleeding out, pulse already weakening, breathing shallow–

“What–“

The whiteouts on that domino are up so he can see Nightwing’s blue eyes flutter open weakly, can see the hand move gingerly to the bleeding wound on his abdomen.

“I can help you,” he yells out, hoping to make those eyes look at him, to get the vigilante to come to him, “I can save you, but you’ve got to get here.” This time his hands, his arms, his whole body is straining to get free, to reach the vigilante that needs him, that’s dying on him while he fucking watches.

The vigilante half-smiles at him, finger stripes more dark than blue, and his head goes back, visibly slumping.

“Nightwing, Nightwing, look at me! Open your eyes!” He knows he’s begging, fighting, but there’s bands around his chest, around his wrists, his ankles and thighs.

“I need, I need sutures, gloves, blood bag, and-and, I need, I need–“ but Nightwing’s head flops and his chest stutters, “LOOK AT ME! You can’t die like this, you can’t. I’m right here, I can save you!”

He sobs out loud, whole body jerking to get free.

“Ssshhh, baby doll, ssshhh,” makes him open his eyes even though he can barely see through the tears streaming down his face, his sobbing, his heart pounding copper in the back of his throat.

And there’s Jay, lying on his chest, all soft and sweet, with a post-sex grin. He’s too beautiful to be real.

“Jay?” He croaks.

“Yeah,” all soft and sweet.

Until he tilts his head, and the horrific smile below his chin leaks rich red down his throat.

“J-Jay?!” His eyes go wide and horrified because there’s his vigilante boyfriend bleeding out all over his chest, far gone enough to be silly and loopy with blood loss.

“S’okay, yeah? When s’time, s’time. Don’t gotta be sad about it, Timmy.”

“N-No, no, put-Jay, listen to me, put pressure on it, okay? Put both hands and press down. You-you’re loosing too much blood. I need you to–“

“That ain’t what’s happening here, Timmers.” Slurry and low, Jay’s face getting pale, eyes fluttering. “Like I tol’ ya b’fore. One day…one day I ain’t gonna come back. S’ just gonna be my time.”

And Tim’s shirt is wet with it, Jay’s blood staining him, soaking through his clothes, the weight of his big body heavier as his strength goes, as his eyes get dimmer, the jade flecks all but gone.

“You can’t. Jay, babe, you can’t. You have to fight. Please fight,” his hands are straining, but he’s so tired, weak, isn’t strong enough to get to them, to save them from their fates. "I don't... I can't be the last one left standing again. I can't. Please, fight. Please!"

'"Nah, Baby. Small right now. Love ya. Love ya s'much."

"I love you too," he sobs, can't breathe, can't think.

(He’s never been strong enough, has he? He’s not strong enough to be what they need.)

He finally can’t fight anymore, just stays pinned under Jay’s weakening body to cry and shake apart.

“Do something,” Dick yells, tears running down his face where he’s pinning Tim’s legs down so he stops hurting himself fighting the restraints.

Alfred, eyes narrow and wet-looking, huffs and turns on his heel abruptly. He fishes out supplies from the cabinet, uses a clean hypodermic to puncture the sedative.

Master Jason is staring up at Master Tim’s face, trying to be that boy in the Robin cape from all those years ago. Trying to be strong in the face of such horrors.

“Master Bruce, account for general anesthesia,” Alfred calls briskly and injects carefully into the IV.

“Understood,” the quickly working vigilante calls back from the lab, running the number a second time, darting looks at his children doing one of the hardest jobs he’s ever asked them to do.

He can tell by how Damian’s shoulders are shaking, Dick is opening crying against Tim’s hip, Jay’s lower lip trembling, eyes wet where he’s keeping Tim’s forearms pinned around the IV in his arm.

He add the variables, taking deep breaths, makes mental notes all over the place to look into Tim’s past foster parents.

Johnson. Right.

And the hardened bat can’t say his heart isn’t thundering in his throat watching Tim’s struggle, scream, cry out in grief, trying to use his reasoning and logic, having the fucking Joker of all people as part of his perpetual nightmares…

Bruce takes a calming breath, forces himself to be the Bat while he aches for the kids.

Twelve hours later, he comes to somewhere not his Penthouse or Dick’s apartment.

It’s chilly wherever he is, but for some reason his whole body just aches, hurts like he’d been in another damn car wreck or something. It’s too much effort to lift his head and look around, not when he’s pretty sure he’s in Dick’s lap, recognizes the smell of Dick’s jugular.

He hums a little, glad someone at least gave him a blanket because he’s at least mostly warm. His nose is pretty cold, but he just snuggles into Dick’s neck and sighs.

He tries to raise his knees to fold in, get warmer, but his heels bump into legs, and cracking his eyes open, he realizes Jay is sitting by Dick on the floor of the Cave, Tim laying over their laps.

He’s got a cotton ball taped to the inside of his forearm, and no idea why. He blinks a few times, lifts up enough to see Dami on Jay’s other side, head nudged against Jay’s shoulder. A hand is still on Tim’s ankle.

The sudden need to go to the bathroom drives him from their huddle on the cold floor, but at least he spreads the blanket out over them after he manages to pull out of their arms without waking them.

From their faces and expressions, whatever he isn’t immediately remembering couldn’t have been good.

But first, bathroom. Then, maybe coffee? Because that? Would be absolutely stellar at this juncture. Maybe some ibuprofen.

Luckily, there’s swanky digs in the Bat Cave, a set of lockers, showers, nice hot tub for long soaks after a night of kicking bad guy ass.

All the vigilante amenities.

He’s bleary and sore, staggering to the bathroom, noting B is asleep on the big computer, and Alfred sitting back in another chair, tea cup and saucer on the hard drive next to him.

He smiles a little, wonders if he can find a few more blankets somewhere.

A glance in the mirror as he was washing his hands shows him a bunch of road rash city. Man, he must have been caught up in the middle of something again.

Seriously.

He splashes cold water on his face, works out the low throbbing ache of his bandaged wrists.

He’s shuffling back, thinking about just waking everyone the hell up to send people to bed, like themselves because his ass is numb, and there’s warm beds upstairs. When there’s pounding footsteps, skitters, and slides, whoosh of air, and Dick is right there up in his face, panting like he’d just sprinted all the way across the Cave in a quick hurry.

“Timmy?!”

He blinks up, still bleary about everything, his throat and voice wrecked as fuck, “hey honey. How was your night fighting shitty bad guys?”

He has no idea why Dick’s expression crumples, his eyes getting teary out of nowhere. He’s not prepared for Dick to start crying, to see his beautiful boyfriend hold a hand over his eyes and break down.

“Dick? Dick?”

He goes from holding himself, shuddering with the cold and ache in his bones, to up in Dick’s face, hand on his shoulder, looking for some injury, something to tell him how to help–

But Dick takes a few shuddering breaths under his hand, and Tim just wriggles his arms around Dick’s chest to hold on for a few long seconds before he gets full-on octopus hold right around his everything.

(Okay, that’s a relief.)

“…was it bad?” He asks softly, making circles with his palms as wide as Dick’s hold will let him.

“Y-Yes. It was bad. You don’t remember?” Dick sniffles against the side of his head, rocking them both gently.

“Not yet.” He shrugs an unconcerned shoulder. As someone who’s had a concussion (okay, okay, concussions), and has worked in the medical field in one of the most dangerous cities on the fucking planet, he knows there are plenty of bad guys with chemical weapons that don’t always leave short term memories in tact.

Dick shakes a little and holds him tighter.

“Fuckfuckfuck. Didja find 'im??!” As Jay rounds the corner and almost slams right into them.

He skids to a stop as Dick swiftly shifts them around out of the way. Jay doesn’t do anything to dislodge Dick’s grip, but palms the sides of Tim’s face, his eyes a hard, icy blue.

“Hey, Sweets, hey,” low in a dark way, not the usual, fun dark way. Tim has a strike of fear, takes stock of himself, of Dick, of Jay, wonders who else in the Cave might be hurt! That’s why they’re here. Someone got hurt coming after his ass, didn’t they?

“Dami? B?” He interrupts, eyes going from Jay to Dick and back.

“Fine, everyone’s fine,” is curt, short with him in a way that doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t have enough evidence.

“O-kay. You both are fine. B and Dami are fine. Alfred?”

Over his head, his boyfriends exchange a look that is really starting to worry him.

But the next twelve hours are virtually impossible to escape. The sordid details come out once Tim remembers being in that convenience store. He gets snatches of half-lucid memories, probably never will remember the entire things. The brain is the most fascinating part of the body for a reason, not only as the control center, but also as the decision-maker on what things to blot out to protect itself.

By the time Dami starts out, they’ve migrated up to Wayne Manor, parted ways to shower and wash off the night. Dick and Jay bracketing him in, being absurdly gentle, consistent soft touches, fingers wrapping around his, hands on his back, kisses pressed into his hair.

There’s some scrapes on his forearms along with the ones on his face, washed gingerly in the shower where he finally feels warm again. Alfred leaves a special bled of his healing goop and has set out pajamas for all of them before he left, requesting them to please come have breakfast.

Tim’s stomach rumbles while they’re getting dressed, and he’s pretty much picked up, and carried down the massive staircase.

(Ugh, this is after the bridge fiasco all over again.)

But the end result: food and coffee in Wayne Manor, so bonus?

Dami is looking at him like a kicked puppy. A perpetual pissed off kicked puppy, but he tilts his head to the side inquiringly, raising his eyebrows in invitation.

“I found you almost at Sheldon Park,” Dami starts softly, but at least everyone’s eaten first.

He flinches a little when Bruce tells him what he’d said about his Dad. When Alfred tells him about the Joker and Harley Quinn either going to inject him with some crazy sauce or lobotomize him.

(Yup. Pretty horrifying either way.)

Dami tells him about seeing everyone die around him while Dick has a firm hand on his knee under the table, their chairs closer together than necessary. Jason gives no shits keeping his fingers wrapped up tight, squeezing occasionally. Alfred keeps the mug in his free hand full, stands just by Dick’s other shoulder.

“I mean,” he finally starts after everything is out in the open, “it’s literally a toxin that fucks with your brain chemistry. Not shocking I’d see pretty awful things. I see awful things...a lot, so,” he shrugs a little helplessly in the face of the whole family looking utter raw and split open. “I...I’m...sorry, really sorry I worried everyone. I’ll try to stop getting into trouble so much, you know? But, um. It is Gotham.”

The family crowds around him, bringing in rank around the table.

And if he doesn’t have to stay at the Manor for the next week, geeze, and get coddled as fuck by the Batfamily, and get picked up from Mercy General every. single. night. for a while, and get wrapped up against two incredible vigilantes that whisper soft things against his throat, his ear, his mouth, his, well, his everything.

If he doesn’t get Bruce herding him into the study where the fire is burning, and it seems like the Batman is the most patient person ever to let him–let him talk about some of those old pains when he was in the system.

If Alfred literally can not make him eat enough food to be satisfied. Ever. And gives him a side-eye when he starts to push away a plate that has even a bite left.

(Alfred pizza is god-level, and you’ll never convince him otherwise. But if he eats anymore, he’s going to die. Please stop killing him with your tasty love.)

If Dami doesn’t make him watch NatGeo Wild with popcorn and boxes of candy, then grudgingly plays Mario Kart with him until Rainbow Road is like theirs. No questions asked.

If he finally doesn’t go back to his penthouse, breathes in the familiar smells, gets absolutely destroyed in the Best. Possible. Ways for the next five straight hours. If he isn’t a boneless pile of I can’t possibly come again, for the next week at least.

If Baby Bird, Timmers, Sweets, Timmy, and Baby aren’t wrapped around him with arms and sweet kisses pressed to his forehead and hair every time he leaves for work or they leave for patrol.

If he was before this, in the slightest bit uncertain he belongs with them, as part of their family–

–he sure as hell knows better now.

At least that’s one less thing to be afraid of.

Note:

In Tim’s fear fueled delusion, the Joker is Alfred, Harley is Dami holding equipment to treat him. His dad was really B taking the blood samples from Alfred to analyze. He’s horrified once he realizes what Tim is seeing.

Mr. Johnson, the abusive foster parent is Jay, which Tim kind of associates because of the accent.

Dying Nightwing is Dick bent over to hold his legs down, and the next switch is really Jay laying over him upper body to keep him from hurting himself more.

(Congrats for making it to the end. *Hands tissue*)

#winter answers #doctor!tim #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #read at your own risk #read the warnings #hurt/comfort #fear gas #holy shit tim #you will cry #but it's worth it #my fic #my writing #dickjaytim #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #cuddle tf out of our boy #bruce wayne

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A Free Man

A/N: Those that Lovelink know Damien Jones or his counter Austin. I was thinking about doing a Damien FF and after yesterday’s date I definitely needed to do it! Thanks to @khoicesbyk for the idea and giving me the push to write this. MC is named after her MC in the app. Normally I have to write SMUT after a few drinks haha. It’s pure smut with a little fluff I hope you like it!

A/N 2: Re-uploading because Tumblr is a b***h and took it down, I’m uploading again. Tumblr you need to take a closer look at some of the stuff on here that REALLY violates the community guidelines. #justsaying

Find my other Lovelink FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), My Science Buff & The Naughty Teacher (Marco Bottazzi), Photogenic (Dominic Wright) & Tattoo Artist to Businessman (Blake Bailey) FF.

Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 1757

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Damien x MC - Kara

Enjoy!

I'm standing in the prison car park just staring at the door, I look down at my watch 10.37 AM. 7 minutes late what if something has happened? I pull out my phone and load up Lovelink.

*Damien last active 8.09 AM*

Then I hear the creaky iron door open. I look up there he! My Damien a free man!

He looks around then spots me, the brightest smile appears on his face as he starts sprinting towards me.

My eyes well up, his arms wrap around me, he lifts my feet off the ground and spins me round "KARA!"

He pepper kisses all over my face before his lips crash against mine, his tongue invades my mouth "God, it feels so good to be able to do that without worrying about a guard catching us or counting the minutes until our time is up! That's all thanks to you Kara. Most people wouldn't have stuck by me like you have" he lands soft kiss against my lips.

"Damien, guess what?"

"What?"

"You are finally a free man!"

He grins, "Come on, I need to refuel, then burn some energy," he puts me down and gives me a look that warns me that we need to leave now before he takes me right here.

"Let's get you home!"

We get into the car, "I never thought I'd see the back of that place"

He's looking out the window, staring. I reach over, take his hand in mine "Your future starts today"

He kisses my knuckles "Our future! Kara you are my future"

My cheeks burn "What do you want to eat?"

"Besides you? Something greasy, a burger oh, and fries and a chocolate milkshake"

I laugh "OK, I think there's a diner just down here"

We pull in and head inside, we order Damien leans over the table and takes my hands "You have no idea how much I've missed touching you"

I bite my lip, he gaze makes me squeeze my legs together "Oh, I think I do!"

"2 Cheeseburgers with fries, 1 chocolate shake and 1 strawberry shake!" the waitress puts the food down in front of us.

He face lights up "Thanks," he says as she leaves us to it.

He takes his first bite "Oh..My..GOD" he says between chews.

I can't help smiling at him "Kara, are you sure you don't mind me staying with you?"

"Hey! Now you are out I don't want to spend a minute away from you!"

He chuckles "Good because I wouldn't want to be anywhere else"

~*~*~*~

We pull to my apartment building "Home sweet home" I tell him.

He looks up at the building "Nice area so much nicer than where I've lived before" he smiles at me.

"Come on, let's get you inside" we head up, he's close behind me.

I open the door and before it slams shut his lips are on mine like I'm the air he needs to survive. His hands roam my body desperately, his lips move to my pulse line, I push off his jacket needing fewer clothes between us.

His hands slide under my thighs before he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He moves us across the room our lips not leaving each others, he lowers me onto the kitchen counter pulls back just a little to look at me as his hand glides up my leg and under my dress "Damien?"

He smiles "I can't believe this is real," I blush, he reaches his goal, he pulls my underwear to the side. The pads of his fingers brush against my core making me shiver "God, Damien!" I see him grinning as he's standing in front of me.

I pull his t-shirt over his head, run my hand down his chest and abs.

"Oh!!" his fingers dip between my folds and play against my clit, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I slip my hand beneath his jeans, I can feel his hard shaft trying to break free, he groans.

I pull him back to me, kissing and nipping his neck "Kara....fuck" I dip my hand under the waistband of his boxer, grasp him and start working up and down. His head collapses against my shoulder, both trying to catch our breath as we match each other's rhythm.

"Damien....I..." I don't need to finish my sentence he pulls down my underwear and removes his "Wait, there's some condoms in my bag" he reaches behind me and grabs one.

"How long you had these in there?" He smirks.

"Before my first lesson at the prison, but we never got a chance to use them" I wink.

"I'll make it up to you now" He rolls it over his hard member.

His lips smash against mine as he pushes pass my entrance filling me. I wrap around him adjusting to his size, his pace is slow to start with "Harder Damien" a growl catches in his throat.

He draws out all the way to the tip before he thrusts harder all the way to the base, each thrust is more powerful than the last.

I dig my nails into his back, and he hisses "Ohhh...baby!"

He reaches between where our bodies meet and works against my clit "Fuck...." I feel him grin against my lips.

His pace speeds up I grip his shoulders anchoring myself, I can't hold back anymore, I clench around him as I fall over the edge "Damien YES!"

"God Kara! Shit" I feel his body jerk as he hits his own peak.

Both panting, he places a soft kiss on my lips "Wow that was..."

He lift me up of the counter "I'm no way through with you yet!" he takes us over to the couch.

"Damien!" I giggle.

~*~*~*~

"No!! I didn't do it! NO!!" I stir the room still dark, I turn on the lamp"No! It wasn't me!! Kara Please!!" I hear Damien scream I turn over, he still asleep, he must be dreaming.

I touch his face and whisper "Damien, hey, it's ok! Wake up" I stroke his face, he's sweating.

He begins to stir gasping for breath, after a moment he realizes where he is "Hey, did you have a bad dream?" He nods "Aww baby! What was it about?" He casts his eyes away from mine "Hey, you can tell me"

"I...I was arrested. One of Bennie's goons set me up, Kara, I was so scared. The worst part was you actually believed I did it!"

I turn him to face me "Hey, I would never do that because I know you aren't capable of that. It was just a bad dream"

He looks at me with sad eyes, "I know but it felt so real"

I place my finger to his lips shushing him "You know what's real? Me here with you" I place his hand on my chest.

His face starts to soften, his hand come up and hook under my chin he pulls my lips towards his, I rest my hands against his peeks.

He stops "Kara, I love you"

I smile, "I love you more"

He laughs before claiming my lips with his. The kiss starts of soft before becoming more intense, his tongue swirls with mine.

I pull away "Let me show you how real this is" I place little kisses down his neck, chest, he groans. I brush over his boxers to find him ready for me, I hook my fingers under the band of his boxers freeing him.

I grip around the base before circling his tip against my tongue "FUCK, KARA!" he groans.

I take him fully in my mouth working up and down his hard shaft. His hand clutches my hair moving me to his rhythm "Crap...baby....that feels" each time I draw back I lightly graze my teeth against him making him buck his hips up.

I pull him out "Feel real enough for you?" before he can answer I work my mouth along him again.

"Fuck...yes" he arches off the bed.

He pulls me up towards his lips, so I'm straddling him, I reach over to the bedside table and grab the foil packet. He pulls away takes the packet out of my hand rips it open between his teeth in one swift moment he slides it on.

His hard member runs along my apex before entering me making me cry out "Oh!" he moves slow stretching my walls, he pulls me back to his lips as his hips thrust up against mine.

I sit up a little and move my hips with his"Kara..you feel so..ride me baby" as he thrust his hips up and plunge mine down causes him to go deeper.

"Damien, just like that..oh" I press my hands against his chest.

"Baby...that's it ride me harder...fuck" I speed up my rhythm his hands clutch my hips moving me to his beat.

He sits up grasping my hair capturing my lips with his. His kiss is rough, his hips thrust up harder and faster. His arms wrap around me, pressing me tighter against him.

"Come for me Kara! I know you're holding back!" he thrusts up harder, pushing me towards the edge a few more thrusts "Yes Damien YES!" this send towards his own climax "Kara!!" he collapses backwards on the bed with me against his chest, both trying to catch our breath.

~*~*~*~

The next morning I left Damien in bed sleeping while I jumped in the shower, behind me, I hear the door open.

I feel his presence behind me, his hand moves the hair away from my neck, and he begins to kiss against my pulse line, his other hand cups my breast.

"Morning" He whispers, I turn in his arms and gently kiss his lips as his hand dips between my legs and brushes against my centre.

I moan against his lips, he lifts me up and press me against the glass. We get lost in each others embrace.

Later I'm just about to I head over to my dresser as I look up at the mirror my heart melts. In red lip stick, there's a love heart with a message that reads.

Kara, Will you be my girlfriend? D x

"You found it, then?" I hear him call over from the doorway "So, what's your answer?"

I run over to him, crash my lips to his. He pulls away slightly "Is that a yes?"

I nod

"Well, that causes for a celebration" he walks us backwards until we fall onto the bed.

"I love you Damien"

"Guess what...I love you more Kara!"

#lovelink #ludia lovelink #lovelink smut #lovelink fanfic #damien jones #damien x mc #damien smut #ludia

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ardent-musings · 3 years

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The Girl Who Vanished (Part 1)

Chapter 10: An Unlikely Match

After being away for months, Ana wanted to spend every moment she could with Draco. For the rest of the break, the two of them were chasing after the golden snitch that he got as his gift from their mother. Draco caught it every time, no matter how hard Ana tried to get it. She pleaded for Draco to come along with her when she was going back to King's Cross Station, but the idea of him having to say goodbye again was almost too much for him. He was upset until she told him that the next time he'd be at the station, they would be going to Hogwarts together, and that was enough for the boy to give in. If Ana thought leaving Draco behind was hard before, having to leave him to his lonesome in that big house for a second time made her stomach hurt.

But being away from Draco wasn't the only thing Ana was dreading. She knew that the twins' mercy had expired and she assumed that they would've pranked her as soon as she stepped foot in the castle. They were probably putting something elaborate for her given it had been so long since their last prank, she figured. The thought of having to bear another cake explosion or something similar did not seem exciting in the slightest.

Yet her biggest grievance was that because of her poor attention span in history of magic, Professor Binns was going to be introducing to her tutor her next class. It was at the end of the day, which meant that paying attention to any of her other classes or listening to her friends during meals was an impossible task. She felt bad for not being there for them, but her mind was reeling with anticipation.

Her leg was bouncing in worry which earned her a few annoyed glances from the Hufflepuff beside her. But she couldn't stop. Her body had to expunge some energy before she exploded and this was the only way she could do so while sitting in the most boring class of wizard kind. The class went by agonizingly slow, the professor mumbling about an old rebellion that took place years ago that no one even talked about even more. Needless to say, Ana was not entertained.

Time stood entirely still, up until the point when the ghost dismissed the class, and she tried her hardest to keep out of his sight and sneak out of the room. She figured she could duck down, roll out the door and pop back up like all those spy movies Calista had told her so much about. But that fantasy was pointless as the professor phased through the other students and made a beeline towards her.

"Not so fast, Ms. Malfoy," he groaned tiredly. "You know what time it is."

Oh, she knew. That's why she tried to sneak away, she thought. Her head dipped in defeat as he showed her to his office. Her feet felt like they were weighed down with bricks as she trudged after the ghost. After ascending a few stairs, she stepped into a simple, dusty office to see someone already seated in front of the professor's large desk.

"Ana, meet your tutor."

Her nervousness quickly drained and was replaced with aggravation as she looked into the face of the person who was supposed to help her. This was it. This was the worst case scenario.

"Your tutor is Wright?" Alex howled, all the girls were sitting in the common room discussing Ana's situation.

Ana eyes popped at how loud the girl yelled his name. Sure he wasn't very popular among the Slytherins, mainly because he didn't talk to many people, but Ana wouldn't want any eavesdroppers to be listening in to them right now. From what she could tell, every other student was minding their business, but Ana didn't want to take any chances.

"Yes," Ana sighed lowly, "and apparently Aeron is the best student in his class. How that happened I have no idea." Even saying his name out loud felt like a curse and it felt wrong on her tongue, like an acid pop that was so sour that it burnt a hole through it. She made a mental note to stick to referring him by his last name; maybe she could convince herself that it wasn't really him if she refused to say his name.

Ana was laying down on the long suede couch that faced the fireplace with her head in Calista's lap. The girl played with Ana's silver hair, brushing through the long locks gently. The position reminded her of when her mother used to play with her hair, and the memory made her smile tiredly.

"I mean, if there's going to be anyone who knows a lot about wizard history it makes sense for a Pureblood to know a lot about it," Alex guessed. "I'm surprised you're having so much trouble with it."

Ana whined "It's cause I can't stay awake for the life of me. How come the professor can be dead but I can't be asleep? Sounds pretty unfair to me."

Alex snorted from her seat on the ground, her back to the couch the other two were sitting on. She was reading a copy of some magazine that Ana had never seen before. It was called The Quibbler which Ana thought was a strange name for a paper. "Well what are you going to do?"

"Don't suppose I can just cheat the rest of the time can I?" Ana sighed in defeat.

"Sure you can, but you'll bomb the final once that comes around."

She hated that Calista was right. Cheating would help in the moment, but when it came to proving herself with the final exam, she knew she would just end up failing. It pained every part of her to know that she was going to be spending the unforeseeable future with the boy. And that he was her best option.

The slamming of the common room doors startled the girls, and coming down from the large staircase was the boy in question. When she laid eyes on him strutting down the stairs, Ana sat up and adjusted her posture quickly. She could hardly remember why all the girls started disliking the boy, but as soon as she caught his expression it all came rushing back. He was walking with his head high like he owned everything in sight as he sneered and made his way to the girls.

"I need to talk to you, Malfoy," his face was pointed and Ana figured she should make this quick, like ripping off a bandage from an open wound. She got off the couch and gave the girls a sad glance while she met the boy at a table that was situated away from everyone else.

"What do you need, Wright?" she snapped while crossing her arms. He chuckled in response.

"No need to be snappy, Malfoy. Just wanted to ask when you were available to study," his voice softened a bit. "Professor Binns said you were really struggling."

The boy's face was kind and curious as he waited for her to answer. He wasn't making any quick snips or making her feel uncomfortable, which was surprising to her. She took a deep breath and figured she should be honest with him, he was doing her a favor after all.

"I am struggling," she revealed with a sigh.

"That's okay. I can help with that. History is my strongest subject."

"Yeah, how is that?" Ana decided to play along with his strangely upbeat mood.

"Pick a day and time for studying and you can ask me all the questions you want," he replied with a yawn. It was their first week back and getting back into the rhythm of their routine was also tiresome to everyone. She noticed how his dark under eyes seemed swollen with exhaustion and figured he was having a hard time adjusting too.

After going back and forth, the two came to an agreement about when they would make the time to study. She wasn't looking forward to being tutored, but in the long run it was what she needed. And for some reason she believed Aeron when he said he would be able to help.

Time's up, blondie. Do your worst.

Gred & Forge

"Well that was nice while it lasted," Ana laughed as she flung the boys' note onto the Slytherin table during dinner one night in late January. She knew the twins were going to be back to their old ways but they didn't even give her much time to wind down from the holidays. They were awfully impatient. But she never figured they were the waiting type.

"You're not going to prank them back are you?" Calista asked worriedly.

"No! Definitely not," Ana laughed as she munched on her dessert. "I'll let them think I'm planning my attack meanwhile I'm buying myself more time before they eventually catch on and prank me anyways."

The group gushed over their holidays and Alex's eyes glowed whenever Calista talked about all the muggle traditions she and her parents did. Her favorite was the making of little houses out of gingerbread. Ana knew that would never happen at the Manor, but she found the idea of Draco making a tiny house with food adorable. Somehow she'd have to make that happen next year.

They continued their meal excitedly until Aeron walked up to the group, looking like his normal serious self. Immediately, all the fun chatter and jokes stopped and Ana looked up at the boy who was holding a history of magic textbook. He asked her if she was ready to go as he braced the stares from her and her friends. She wasn't, but she was going to honor their agreement no matter how painful he or the class was.

If actual class wasn't torturous enough, sitting in the library for two hours while Aeron went over everything Professor Binns instructed him to review proved to be even worse. Ana still found herself unable to focus. For the first time she felt bad for Aeron, because she didn't want to waste either of their time. But her eyes would drift to the other people in the library, finding them far more interesting to observe.

"Okay, clearly this isn't working," Aeron huffed as he slumped back in his seat. "Have you remembered a single thing I've said?"

"No," she sighed and he threw his head back in frustration. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm getting distracted."

Aeron rolled his eyes at her and it only made Ana feel worse. She wasn't trying to go out of her way to be horrible; it just turned out that history was atrocious no matter who taught it. Her hands defaulted to playing with her hair, just to ignore his harshness.

"Distracted by what?" his voice was growing frustrated. "We're in the library, the quietest place in the castle. What could be distracting you?"

Ana's cheeks began to heat up, she felt embarrassed for not being able to keep up her end of the bargain. He was helping her and asking for nothing in return, just for her to pay attention.

"I don't know. Maybe a change in location could help me," Ana wondered, tapping the top of the library table with the ends of her hair like a paintbrush.

"Like what? Where would you like to go?"

He stared at the girl, half expecting her to just walk out of the library and call everything off. Aeron began to think that agreeing to this was a mistake, he should just let the girl fail on her own terms. He wasn't expecting her to be a star pupil, but he at least expected her to be a participating one. She wasn't known to be a bad student, she was actually one of the best students of their years from what others of said. So why she was doing so poorly right now was beyond him.

But Ana was not going to let him down. She was going to make this arrangement work.

"I know just the place," Ana said excitedly, as she launched out of her seat and nearly skipped out of the crowded library. He looked at her with a pained face, she was making this far more difficult than it had to be. And yet, he knew that he was going to follow her wherever she would run.

He refused to run throughout the halls, but he kept up with the girl as she weaved and rounded the corridors of the castle, nearly knocking herself over. She had a smile on her face, which he wasn't used to seeing when he was around. He didn't hate it, but Godric, he just wanted to help her study and be on his way.

Aeron trailed behind her as she led him to the Astronomy Tower where she came to a halt. The snow was softly falling and it covered the landscape of the grounds like a fluffy blanket. Her features softened as she stared out into the sky that was slowly growing darker as the sun began to set. She sat down with her back to the view, nightfall was on the horizon.

"You come here often don't you?" Aeron asked with a raised brow. He took his spot across from her and opened his textbook again. He had to admit, it was far quieter and less busy than the library. Maybe she was onto something.

"I come here sometimes when I can't sleep," she admitted as she sat with her legs crisscrossed and more relaxed than he'd ever seen her.

"And how often can't you sleep?"

Ana never figured Aeron would ask so many questions about herself, but she didn't want to ruin the situation in anyway. This was the longest they had gone without making a snide comment or rolling their eyes at one another, "I have nightmares a lot of the time and it keeps me up."

"What's the nightmare about?" He stared at her a bit of kindness which made her smile. Despite the boy being nice to her, she wasn't sure what the nightmare meant herself. That wasn't something she wanted to dive into with someone she wasn't exactly friends with.

"I'm not quite sure," she shut the question down gently. "But I do know that I will fail this class if I don't get studying."

Aeron smirked and nodded his head at her comment. And for the first time of the night, when Aeron began to go over the last lesson, she was able to close her eyes and absorb some of what the boy was saying. They spent hours together at the top of the tower with him quizzing her and testing her on the material. After every correct answer, she beamed with excitement; her blue eyes would glow despite how dark it was getting outside and Aeron was beginning to enjoy her reactions.

While the two of them spent their time together, a boy was staring at a bit of parchment, wondering why the two were spending so much time in the tower by themselves. He found them being together unnecessary, especially since he noticed how the two would butt heads during meals a lot of the time. It didn't make sense.

"Hey Gred, take a look at the map," George said, as he passed the faded and aged bit of parchment to his brother from his bed. Fred was about to go to sleep, but his sleepy eyes focused quickly when he took a look at the paper. He noticed the two names together and wondered what in the world they would be doing there at this time of night. His ears began to feel warm and they started to match the color of his hair.

"That's quite strange, Forge," Fred agreed with his twin who was watching him, suddenly feeling more awake. After a moment of staring at the paper, his face twisted into a mischievous grin. "Perhaps, we should pay them a visit."

"Tonight?" George whined. He had just gotten settled into bed and his eyes were barely staying awake. "No, not tonight, Fred. Come on."

"You really feel like passing the opportunity, Georgie?" Fred got out of his bed and sat at the edge of George's. He began to furiously tap at the parchment. "This could be the easiest sneak attack of history!"

George rolled his eyes at his brother, of course he wanted to ambush them. Meanwhile, George was only interested in sprawling out on his bed and falling asleep. And so he did just that; he turned away from his older twin and ignored Fred.

But that wasn't going to stop Fred from investigating what the two Slytherins were up to, so he grabbed the pile of parchment and his wand, marching out of the dorm room like he was on a mission. After making sure no one was in the common room, Fred navigated his way through the dark corridors of the castle. His mind wasn't focused on his surroundings though. He was wondering why in the world she was hanging around that bird-looking boy. It wasn't like the two of them got along; Fred had caught sight of them bickering multiple times in the Great Hall and one of Ana's friends always looked ready to fight. So there was no good reason for them to be together at the Astronomy Tower right now.

His hands got clammy as he climbed the winding staircase that led to the lower level of the tower. As he continued to climb, he could hear Ana's voice clear as can be. It had been so long since he'd heard it and a small smile spread across his face. Fred slowly walked along the wooden platform that was situated under the highest point of the tower and it creaked quietly. But his sounds were getting drowned out by the high pitched squeals of excitement Ana made.

She was bouncing up and down cheerfully; Aeron had been quizzing her for an hour and she was finally down to her last question. She just needed to get one more correct.

Aeron smiled as he sat on his knees, getting ready to celebrate if she were to get his final question right. "What year did the Goblin Rebellion start?" His voice was more excited than she'd ever heard it before and even Fred found the boy's tone unfamiliar.

Ana racked her brain for the answer, not wanting to let the boy down after all she put him through that night. "1612?" she answered uncertainly.

Fred took a deep breath when it became clear to him that they were just studying, his shoulders relaxed at the revelation. He didn't know why he was so unnerved by the idea to begin with. They were simply preparing for a test or something silly like that.

"Yes! Yes, Ana!" Aeron yelled proudly as he slammed the textbook closed and jumped to his feet.

For the first time all year, history was beginning to make sense to her and she hated to admit it, but she would still be struggling if it weren't for Aeron. And strangely, she found that he was patient with her even though the tutoring started off pretty rocky. Maybe studying with him wouldn't be as disastrous as she imagined it would be.

Ana got to her feet and laughed excitedly, matching the boy's energy; it was a moment to celebrate for the both of them. But when Aeron went in to give her a congratulatory hug, Ana jumped back and shielded herself off with her arms. Aeron chuckled as he turned away from her to collect their textbooks, not noticing how she guarded herself. But Ana's face flipped from joyful to distant, which didn't go unnoticed by the red head that was situated beneath the two Slytherins. Fred remembered how she flinched when he went to tap her arm on the train, and she repeated that same action today with Aeron. At first, Fred thought that he just startled her that day, but now he was wondering if she was always so jumpy.

But he couldn't dwell on it too long, because the sound of their pattering footsteps grew closer to him. He hardly had enough time to duck behind a pillar before they descended the iron staircase and passed right by the boy. The two of them were chatting about when they'd meet next and Fred grimaced at the thought of them becoming friends. Something about Aeron didn't sit well with Fred, and the boy knew that he would be keeping a close eye on his map. He wasn't going to miss out on their next meeting.

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x oc #bibiana malfoy #the girl who vanished #tgwv #tgwv 1-10 #enemies to friends to lovers

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@lily-the-killer

@sunshinetheproxy

Say hello the newest member of our crew, Willow the Proxy!

Name: Willow the Proxy

Real Name: Willow Wright

Nicknames: Weeping Willow, Catgirl

Age: 16

Age of Death: None

Ethical Origin: Hooman

Place of Origin: Denver, Colorado

Species: Neko human hybrid

Personality: Shy, sad, timid, sweet, cuddly, guarded but very kind when you get to know her, insane

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Relationship: Dating Ticci-Toby

Family: Adopted parents, unknown bio parents, and Masky

Affiliation: Slenderman

Arrest record: None

Occupation: Killer and proxy

Motives: Fun and because Slendy told her to (she’s a proxy)

Date Of Birth: February 27

Weight: 110 lbs

Height: 6’0

Eye Color: Very very bright ice blue with a scar over the right one (which is blind but doesn’t affect her killing at all.) They also glow faintly in the dark and get brighter when she’s mad. She also has eyeliner running down her cheeks.

Skin Color: Ivory with pretty black operator symbol on wrist

Hair Color: Brown, butt-length and straight. Has bangs. Hair is dip dyed red.

Clothes: Black and red hoodie, ripped jean shorts, black combat boots, black and red striped stocking on left leg and black and white striped stocking on right leg, black choker with red gem, bandages around forearms, black and red mouth guard with operator symbol, black baseball cap, red eye patch, black and red spiked wristbands

Fears: Spiders, Zalgo, n losing Tobeh

Powers/Abilities: Retractable cat teeth and claws

Weapons: Two hatchets and two daggers along with kitty claws n teeth

How S/he kills/wounds in Combat: She runs up to people in the forest and butchers them with one of her four blades or her kitty claws and teeth

Weaknesses: Cares too much

Strengths: Really fast and smart, cat teeth and claws, weapons, and very stealthy because CAT

Cause of Death: None

History: She was put up for adoption by her bio parents and brother bc they couldn’t take care of her and adopted by a drunk dad and a mom who didn’t do anything. The only light of her life was her older brother Levi, who was killed in a car crash. She was also bullied at school as well. When she was 12, she snapped and killed her parents with a knife from the knife block. Because she was so young, this attracted the attention of the government, who took her away to a very top secret lab to be experimented on to make her stronger and some kind of prototype super soldier. She got cat ears and teeth and tail, glowing eyes, and she grew a foot. When she was 14, she killed the scientists and guards by taking their weapons and turning them on them. Slender then gained an interest in this strange creature and began stalking her, eventually taking her as a proxy. There she reunited with her brother, Masky, and started dating Toby, who was her childhood friend (did i mention that?) She also owns two red eyed hellhounds named Luna and Storm gifted to her by Slender even though she is not a demon.

Place/Type of Residence: The mansion

Notes: She is friends with Sally, Masky, and Hoodie, and Slender is like a dad to her. She hates Zalgo and the Rake (because ofc) and Clockwork, bullies, stupid people, and Deerhead (decent oc of mine.)

Theme Song: Animal by Three Days Grace, Monster by Skillet, and Don’t You Dare Forget The Sun by Get Scared

Catchphrase: “Do I smell fear?”

(Admin: I’m so sorry 😂)

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hqgolden · 3 years

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hello beautiful ! the golden property group welcomes you & we truly hope you enjoy your new dwellings. don’t forget to send in your account(s) within 24 hours or we’ll have to evict you ! the following face(s) are now taken: brigette lundy paine, zoey deutch, rami malek, madison bailey, camila morrone, sydney sweeney, michael b jordan, rudy pankow

( brigette lundy paine , nonbinary , they/them ) was that KATHARINE 'RAINE' MORGAN taking the stairs ? the TWENTY ONE year old WRITER has lived in APT 7E for TIME. i heard they’re pretty INDECISIVE, but some say they’ve been OPTIMISTIC. they’re pretty well known for MESSY HAIR, AND OLD MOVIES. / / OCTOBER/TOBI, SHE/THEY, 29, GMT

( zoey deutch , cisfemale , she/her ) was that SHERIDAN MOORE taking the stairs ? the 24 year old ILLUSTRATOR has lived in APT 2E for ONE MONTH. i heard they’re pretty PRECIPITOUS, but some say they’ve been LOVING. they’re pretty well known for WORN PAGES OF A SKETCHBOOK, SKINNY DIPPING IN THE OCEAN UNDER THE MOONLIGHT, THE SCENT OF JASMINE IN THE AIR. / / SAXON, SHE/HER, 26, CST

( rami malek , cisgender man , he/him/his ) was that JACE KHOURI taking the stairs ? the THIRTY-NINE year old MUSICIAN has lived in APT 3A for FIVE YEARS. i heard they’re pretty TEMPERAMENTAL, but some say they’ve been KIND. they’re pretty well known for VINYL RECORDS PLAYING AT ALL HOURS, THE BROKEN STRINGS OF A GUITAR, WORN LEATHER JACKETS. / / MAGGIE, SHE/HER/HERS, 21, EST

( madison bailey , cis woman , she/her ) was that MALANI HERRERA taking the stairs ? the TWENTY-TWO year old COLLEGE STUDENT/WAITRESS has lived in APT 6B for 3 YEARS. i heard they’re pretty BLUNT, but some say they’ve been QUICK-WITTED. they’re pretty well known for A DEEP CONNECTION TO THE ENVIRONMENT, WITTY COMBACKS, HOMEMADE BRACELETS. / / ARI, SHE/HER, 18, CST

( camila morrone , cisfemale , she/her ) was that CATALINA GRIMALDI taking the stairs ? the 22 year old STREAMER has lived in APT 5D for TWO YEARS. i heard they’re pretty CAPRICIOUS, but some say they’ve been ENTRANCING. they’re pretty well known for PERPETUAL DARK CIRCLES UNDER BROWN EYES, A RANDOM SCATTERING OF TATTOOS THAT MEAN NOTHING, A CLOSET FULL OF TIE-DYE AND RIPPED JEANS. / / SOFIA, SHE/HER, 22, EST,

( sydney sweeney , female, she/her ) was that ASTRID WRIGHT taking the stairs ? the 24 year old MEDICAL STUDENT has lived in APT 5D for FOUR YEARS. i heard they’re pretty DETACHED, but some say they’ve been CLEVER. they’re pretty well known for BEING THE ONLY GIRL IN HER STEM CLASSES & THE SECRECY OF KNOWING WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. / / MARIE, SHE/HER, 22, EST

( michael b jordan , cis male , he/him ) was that MATTHEW ROLAND taking the stairs ? the TWENTY-EIGHT year old ONLINE ENTERTAINER has lived in APT 6B for THREE MONTHS. i heard they’re pretty CAREFREE, but some say they’ve been HELPFUL. they’re pretty well known for PASTEL COLORS SPLASHED ON HIS WALLS AND LOUD MUSIC. / / GOLD, HE/HIM, 27, CST

( rudy pankow , cis male , he/him ) was that BLAZE THOMAS taking the stairs ? the TWENTY FOUR year old MECHANIC has lived in APT 2B for TWO YEARS. i heard they’re pretty SHORT-TEMPERED, but some say they’ve been RESOURCEFUL. they’re pretty well known for BRUISED KNUCKLES, BUSTED LIPS, DEVILISH SMIRKS. / / ARI, SHE/HER, 18, CST

#new rp #appless rp #apartment rp #city rp #accepted

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You're called Future Smash memes-- can you see into the future of my universe? We just had 6 more character slots announced for our game, meaning there are 6 we dont know who they'll be! Do you have any insight? Or at least a prediction o'wise one?

Hmm. You know, I’ve been told that your timeline is the “main” one, and therefore is very tricky to predict and deal with. It may not be much, but I guess I’ll give my two cents on who I think the final six DLC slots for this timeline will be.

First of all, it’s important to remember that these choices were made by Nintendo, not Sakurai. I think that’s the reason why we got Sans and Cuphead miis in this timeline rather than full on fighters: for one reason or another, Nintendo didn’t want them (or at least, didn’t want them as much as the chosen fighters). Sakurai has said that he’s an avid fan of Undertale and Cuphead, so this makes sense. Then again, he’s also an avid Persona fan and I still don’t get why Nintendo would’ve chosen it of all franchises. Don’t get me wrong, Persona looks great and all (never played it myself), but it’s not very…Nintendo, y’know?

With that in mind, I think it’s safe to say that we won’t be getting an indie rep. Nintendo currently doesn’t seem to be very open to the idea of full on indie reps, so that means that characters like Hat Kid probably won’t get in (maybe as a mii costume, though aHiT isn’t as well known for its music as undertale and cuphead are, so I don’t think it would be a deluxe costume). Really, the only indie reps I see getting in are either Reimu or (as much as I hate to say it) Steve. Touhou is the poster child for popular indie projects, even if it isn’t as big over here as it is in Japan. ZUN is also open to the idea of Reimu in smash. The main things that go against Reimu is the fact that she isn’t very well known outside of Japan (and those who do know her often associate her with loli culture, which might be a problem) and because the way the franchise is set up, legalities with Touhou would either be really easy or really, really hard. Steve, on the other hand, has sort of transcended being an indie character. Minecraft recently overtook Tetris as the best selling game of all time, and has become a household name around the world. Maybe I’m just projecting (I’m probably the only person from my generation that doesn’t like Minecraft), but I don’t think Steve is getting in either. First of all, legality with Microsoft would probably be an issue as they would certainly demand more money for Steve than Banjo, who, while a treasured character worthy of his spot, comes from a dead IP who wasn’t had a new game since 2008. Also, similar to former best seller Tetris, I just don’t think that Minecraft’s blocky, pixelated art style and rigid player animations would be a good fit for smash. Again, totally me projecting, but that’s just what I think. I do expect to get Steve over mii swordfighter, though. That makes sense.

Now with my little indie rant out of the way, I’ll do a bullet-point list for characters that I’ve posted memes about on the blog before and what I think of their chances of getting in:

First of all, I think it’s obvious that Raz isn’t going to be one of the DLC characters. Yes, Psychonauts 2 is coming out later this year and the first game is one of my favorite video games of all time and he would fit in perfectly, but let’s be real. The franchise is a cult classic that has never been released on a Nintendo system in any way and probably sold horribly in Japan. Double Fine was also recently bought out by Microsoft which really killed any small chance he had of making it in. Sir Daniel is in a similar position

First/second party characters like Bandana Dee and Impa I think are deconfirmed because most of them are represented by Spirits, and I don’t think that they would “double dip.” And because of the scope of spirits mode, I think it’s unlikely that we’ll get any older characters from prexisting franchises (I say older so people won’t hound me with “WELL BYLETH GOT IN SO”).

We are not getting another FE rep lol. Rip red head merchant waifu.

Shooter characters are in a really weird spot since these games tend to not be made for kids (it’s easy to forget in all the hype and speculation that smash is first and foremost meant for kids), yet have made such a big cultural impact on the gaming scene that it’s hard to deny their “worthiness” to be in smash. Master Chief in particular is tricky to place since I definitely think he has much more character than most other shooter reps (cough cough Doomguy) and could have a more varied moveset than just “gun.” But that being said, he’s once again a character owned by Microsoft and comes from a franchise that up until very recently was Xbox exclusive and (as far as I’m aware, has never been released on a Nintendo system). It’s also important to remember that the original Xbox sold miserably in Japan, so I doubt that he’s getting in either.

On a similar note, I’ve seen people throw around ideas for a TF2 rep. This makes a lot more sense to me than Halo or Doom; the playable characters have much more personality and the cartoony aesthetic of the game fits in way better than most other shooters (cough cough Doom). I don’t know which character would be chosen though. Heavy probably? I think their main problem is that Valve would probably be picky about licensing and whatnot (I don’t think we’d be getting Gordon Freeman or Chell for the same reason). Additionally, I struggle to imagine TF2 without it’s signature dark humor which would most likely be cut for smash

Due to recent events, I do not think we will be getting an Overwatch or any other Blizzard rep.

If there’s one character I’d be willing to bet money on getting in, it’s Crash. While he’s never really been all that popular in Japan, it just feels right to me. He fits in perfectly, he has some history with Nintendo (even if he is more synonymous with PlayStation), and I mean…he just feels right. I know that sounds shitty after having just denied a bunch of other characters in an articulate manner, but I don’t know what else to say. I’m not even that big of a Crash fan. The only thing I can see hurting his chances is Activision potentially asking for money than Nintendo is willing to give (this is why he didn’t get into Pl’ystation Allst’rs)

Similarly, I think Spyro has a good chance of getting into smash, but not as well as Crash. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I always thought that Crash just had more of a cultural impact than Spyro did. I do think Spyro has a good chance of getting in though. Maybe some Skylanders/amiibo crosspromotion? Probably not.

Given how stingy they were with Hero (when compared to other DLC reps) and _especially _Cloud, I don’t think we’re getting another Square Enix rep, be it Sephiroth, a Black Mage, or Geno. That being said, it could’ve all been a long con and the FF7 remake will release alongside Sephiroth DLC with the actual fucking spirit battles that we should’ve gotten. Probably not though.

Dante I think has a pretty good chance at getting in. I think that he stands at a similar position to Bayonetta when it comes to censorship, so I think he could work. God knows that he would be broken if he did get in though.

I’ve been a big advocate for a Puyo Puyo rep in smash, and if we were to get one I think it would be Arle (maybe with other characters on her alts like Koopalings/Heroes). People have already theorized how her moveset could work, and I agree with that speculation wholeheartedly. Puyo Puyo unfortunately isn’t very well known outside of Japan since in the past it was usually released under a different brand (Dr. Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine, Kirby Avalanche, etc). I do think that we absolutely need more puzzle reps than fucking Doctor Mario though, and Puyo Puyo seems perfect.

Professor Layton has unfortunately not had a new game in a long time (at least not one where he has a staring role), and outside of his swordsmanship, which is seen very rarely throughout the series, I don’t think that there’s much of a moveset to be made for him.

I love Ace Attorney, but I don’t think that Phoenix Wright is getting in. I don’t think that Sakurai would realistically just copy and paste his MvC3 moveset to smash and I don’t know what else you could do with him. Also, we haven’t gotten a new international release for Ace Attorney since 2016.

I know next to nothing about No More Heroes but I know a couple of people who will have a fit if I don’t mention Travis. I know there’s a sequel on the horizon but similar to Psychonauts, I don’t see it really happening. It feels to much like a cult classic to me. Once again, I know next to nothing about No More Heroes, so take that with a grain of salt.

I don’t think that any assist trophy characters will be “promoted” to playable through DLC.

And that’s about it. I know that sounded really pessimistic, but that’s honestly because I haven’t the foggiest idea about who’s going to get in. Everyone I want in in this timeline is either an assist trophy/spirit or a niche western/indie pick that I doubt has a chance. That sucks, but it’s just life. As long as we don’t get Goku or Fortnite though, I’ll be happy with whoever.

#ask #futuresmashmemes #I wrote this instead of writing my mid term

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The Goldfinch (2019)

If you squint, you can see what The Goldfinch wants to be. It’s a great story but it feels like we’re just dipping our toe into this contemplative piece about the value of art, the pain induced by trauma, false identities and life’s grand plan.

13-year-old Theodore Decker (Oakes Fegley) is visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City when a terrorist bombing kills his mother. In the ensuing chaos, he steals The Goldfinch, a painting by Carrell Fabritius. Having grabbed it out of confusion, and desperate to keep a piece of his mother with him, he decides to hold onto it.

There’s a lot more to this story than a boy accidentally stealing a priceless piece of art. After his mother’s death, Theo goes to live is briefly adopted by Samantha Barbour (Nicole Kidman). When he is ripped away from her and her family by his no-good father, (Luke Wilson), he strikes a friendship with another boy from a broken family, Boris (Aneurin Barnard as an adult, Finn Wolfhard as a teen). Growing up, Theo reconnects to pieces of his past and becomes a criminal, selling fake antiques through the business owned by James “Hobie” Hobart (Jeffrey Wright), the legal guardian of the girl (and later woman) Theo secretly loves, Pippa (Aimee Laurence and Ashleigh Cummings). There’s so much happening here that there’s always something for you to munch on… but it also shows the film's crippling flaw. Some of this stuff HAD to be cut out but screenplay writer Peter Straughan and director John Crowley are too in love with the source material to make the necessary sacrifices.

All the diverging and reconnecting storylines drive forward the idea of “bad things happening for a reason” but the bulky running time still can't distract you from questioning why this person just happened to be there right when their reunion coincides with some big dramatic turns for Theo. The overwhelming number of characters means relationships who should feel deep instead become manufactured. Just look at how many words I had to dedicate to explain to you what parts the stellar cast play! Ansel Elgort as the older version of Oakes Fegley is perfect. Same goes for Aneurin Barnard as the old version of Finn Wolfhard. I like their characters and was engaged overall… but there’s just too much happening. Once the dust has settled and you see where the film ended up, you start mentally going back to The Goldfinch with a big red marker, editing the story to make it leaner, more focused.

The characters of The Goldfinch are painted with lavish details - often, unnecessarily-, the story gives the actors ample opportunities to flex their dramatic muscles - though much of it could’ve been trimmed - and the journey is engaging - but resembles a Cliffsnotes of the novel instead of standing on its own. (Theatrical version on the big screen, September 23, 2019)

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Last Christmas

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 2,334

Request: Imagine based on the video to Last Christmas by Wham!

Summary: Hopper lets you all stay at the cabin the night before Christmas Eve and Billy gets a bit jealous.

Authors Note: THIS IS TRASH™ IM SORRY. Argh I hate thisIt’s so bad, I’m sorry. I couldn’t find words to write lol Anyway, George Michael was such a babe RIP 💕

You can watch the video here!

Tagged For: @yoinkpeter - @samuel-maurice455 - @total-fucktrash - @fangirlinganditswonders - @please-lives-are-at-stake - @house-in-charmingtown-imagines

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Snow had fallen upon Hawkins, a thick blanket of white covering the ground. it was beautiful sight and you stared out the window, watching the bare trees and piles of snow pass.

“Are we close?” You asked your best friend, Steve Harrington, as you looked out at the whiteness.

“Yeah, Hopper said there was an oak tree, and to take a right.”

You nodded and looked ahead, pointing out the large oak tree further up the road. The car swung around the corner and Steve slowed as the road reached a dead end. He pulled the car to a stop and you both got out, shivering at the change of temperature. Johnathans car was already here and you reached into the boot for your bag.

“Here, let me.”

“I can carry it!” You protested, but Steve hauled it onto his back.

“Just grab the groceries, alright?”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes but grabbed the bags, shutting the boot of the car behind you.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Steve locked the car and you were about to start the five minute walk up to the cabin when the familiar roar of Billy’s Camaro echoed through the trees. You stopped and glanced at Steve. Without speaking you both decided to wait for Billy, and walk up to the cabin together.

“You owe me for this.” Steve muttered.

You nodded. “I know.”

Things between the two boys had improved dramatically over the last couple of months, mainly because of you. After the fight you had forced Billy to talk and he had opened up, confessing his troubles at home. You had sat with him for hours, comforting him and talking through everything that had been going on and you had convinced him to apologise to Steve. It hadn’t been better instantly, but gradually they had slowly grown towards friendship and most of the time they got on; for your sake.

But there was still tension and you knew it was big of Steve to allow you to invite Billy up to the cabin. Hopper had been kind to allow you all to stay and you had thought by inviting Billy it might help ease the awkwardness between Steve and Nancy.

As the car got closer you could see Billy wasn’t alone, the passenger seat of his Camaro occupied by a girl you recognised as Lindsay Wright, a girl in the year below you. She seemed alright, if not a bit ditsy. Your heart sank and you fought to keep a smile on your face as the car pulled to a stop.

It was your own fault, really. “Bring someone, if you want.” That’s what you had told him. But you didn’t think he actually would. Ever since he had moved to town there had been something brewing between you both. Endless flirting and lingering looks, passing comments in the hallways. Neither of you had admitted your feelings for each other but you had thought it had been mutual. Maybe you were wrong.

Steve could sense the change in you and he nudged you with his elbow. You flashed him a smile and adjusted your grip on the bags. Billy hopped out of his Camaro, a cigarette between his lips and he flashed a smile in your direction before pulling a bag out of his backseat.

Lindsay jumped out, slamming the door behind her and waved eagerly in your direction. She practically ran around the car and tucked herself into Billy’s side and they walked to meet you, with his arm draped over her shoulders.

“Here we go.” Steve muttered beside you. You plastered a smile over your face as the newcomers joined you.

“Hey guys!” Lindsay eagerly pulled you into a hug, gushing over the coat you wore before hugging Steve. Billy hung back, a smirk on his face and he flashed you a wink.

“I’m SO excited!” Lindsay squealed, clapping her hands together. “This is gonna be so much fun, right?!” She ran back to Billy and he swung his arm over her shoulder once again.

“Right.” Billy said, answering Lindsay though his smile was aimed at you.

You cleared your throat. “Let’s go.” And together you began the short walk up to the cabin, and you couldn’t help but think maybe this had all been a mistake after all.

The air was cool and you could see your breath leaving your lips as you stepped out into the porch. You rubbed your hands together and blew on them to warm them up.

“You warm enough, princess?”

Billy smirked, a cigarette between his lips as he leant against the wall. You nodded and smiled, tugging your coat tighter around yourself and you went to stand next to him. He offered you his pack of Marlboro Reds and you shook your head.

“I don’t smoke.”

Billy grinned. “Well you’re smokin hot.” He winked.

You groaned and laughed. “Do those lines ever actually work?”

“You tell me.” He flashed you his winning smile and you laughed again.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you looked out at the whiteness.

“Thank you.” Billy said and you noticed the softness in his voice. You raised an eyebrow in his direction, watching as a cloud of smoke left his lips.

“For inviting me.”

You nodded and smiled. “Anytime. You should thank Steve, really. He was practically begging me to ask you.” Billy laughed and nudged you with his arm gently.

The door opened and Steve walked out, pulling his shoes on as he went. “Wanna help me get some firewood?” He asked you. You were about to decline, preferring to spend some more time with Billy but before you could the door opened and Lindsay came out.

“There you are!” She giggled, and scurried over to Billy’s side. She tucked herself against him, using his body for warmth and you turned away, rolling your eyes.

“Let’s go.” You said to Steve, and walked down the steps.

Billy watched you leave, his jaw clenching as Steve said something to make you laugh and he took a long drag of his cigarette as jealousy burnt within him. He flicked the butt to the ground, the snow instantly extinguishing the sparks and blew out a cloud of smoke before pulling Lindsay back into the cabin.

Nancy had brought a few records from home, and much to Johnathans dismay, Christmas music filled the cabin. The fire was roaring, warming every corner of the room and Steve sat in front of it, stoking it occasionally. Jonathan was looking through an old box of records he had found while Billy and Lindsay lounged on the sofa.

You were in the kitchen, setting a saucepan on the stove and filling it with milk. Hot chocolate was an essential in December, and you had taken it upon yourself to make some for everyone. The milk was heating and you whipped some cream in a bowl, ready to go on top. Once it was done you set it in the counter and checked the milk when out of the corner of your eye you saw a hand reach I to the bowl of cream.

Billy dipped his finger into the cream and flashed you a wink before sucking the cream of his finger and letting out a soft moan of approval. You gulped as he looked up at you through his lashes and you whipped a dish towel in his direction.

“That’s for the hot chocolate!” You’d scolded.

Billy leant against the counter and smirked. He ran his finger along the edge of the bowl slowly. “Well I can think of another way we could use this, princess.”

A blush rose to your cheeks but you kept your cool, rolling your eyes and snatching the cream away from him. “Get some mugs, would you?”

Billy pushed off the bench and began opening cupboards in search for mugs. You turned back to the hot chocolate, stirring the milk and opening the box of cocoa when you felt a hand grip your hip. Billy pressed himself against you as he reached up to the cupboard above the stove. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the scent of his cologne drifted to your nostrils and a shiver ran down your spine. His hand on your hip drifted to your waist as he pulled down six mugs, one at a time, with his other hand. Once all six mugs were on the counter he lifted his hand, flashing you a smirk before leaning back against the counter.

“Anything else I can help you with?” He asked quietly, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the butterflies in your belly. “Nope, I’ve got this.”

Billy nodded, his eyes running up and down your body before he pushed off the bench and walked back to the sofas.

It was well past midnight and you watched the crackling of the fire. You were tucked up on the sofa, a blanket draped across you while Steve’s snores filled the room from his spot on the floor. The rest of the house was quiet, which you were thankful for. You hated to admit it but you felt sick at the thought of what could be going on behind closed doors, and you weren’t sure how you’d cope if you heard the creaking of a mattress.

The thought of Billy in bed with Lindsay in the next room occupied your mind and you had tossed and turned for a while now. Sleep had not come and you chewed your lip as you watched the flames licking over the burning wood. It was all too much. You needed to get some fresh air. Throwing the blanket back you slid off the sofa and tiptoed over to the door. You pulled on your cost and your slippers and opened the door quietly.

Closing the door behind you, you pulled your coat around you tightly and padded across the wooden porch lightly, trying to avoid any creaks. The moon was out tonight and you could see that it was snowing, the moon illuminating the front row of trees. You had always loved the snow, even more so when it was falling and you stood at the edge of the porch, admiring the delicate flakes floating in the air.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You jumped, you hadn’t even heard the door open, and you turned to see Billy closing the door. You shook your head in response and he moved to stand next to you. He pulled a cigarette out of his pack before pressing it between his lips and lighting it. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him flip his silver zippo closed and shove it back into his pocket.

“Thought you and Harrington would be sharing the couch.” He commented, the smell of his cigarette filling the air as he blew out a cloud of smoke.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why? Like I told you, we’re just friends.”

Billy bobbed his head, dragging on his cigarette.

“Why do you care anyway? Thought you were with Lindsay.”

Billy snorted and shook his head. “I’m not with anyone, princess.”

Silence fell between you and you looked out at the falling snow. You shifted your weight and rubbed your hands together, cursing yourself for not bringing a pair of gloves.

“Why’d you bring her?” You asked quietly.

Billy took a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs.

He shrugged. “I thought you were with Steve. Didn’t wanna watch you makin out with him all night.”

You laughed. “I’m not with Steve. He’s.. not my type.”

At this, Billy raised an eyebrow and turned to face you, a smirk on his face. He flicked the butt of his cigarette into the snow and ran his tongue across his lips.

“Is that so?”

The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine and you gulped. Play it cool, you told yourself, the blush in your cheeks threatening to betray you. You shrugged casually.

“I mean he’s more like my brother, and anyway he’s still in love with Nancy. Nance is great, but they were never right for each other. Did you know she can shoot a gun?”

You were rambling, and Billy watched you with an amused smirk on his face as you jumped from one topic to another. You were so wrapped up in your words you didn’t notice he had moved forward, closing the gap between you. You were throwing your hands in the air as you spoke,now rambling on about the Police Chief.

“And it’s just soo nice that he let us come up here, don’t ya think? I was gonna get him some chocolate to thank him but he’s watching his diet, not th-“

“Look up.” Billy interrupted, grasping your wrists softly.

“What?”

Billy smirked. “Look up.”

“Why, is it a spider? Oh my god, Billy, please!” You squirmed in his grasp and huddled against him, making him chuckle.

“Look up.”

You took a deep breath and looked up. There was something hanging above you and you narrowed your eyes. You gulped when you realised it was mistletoe and you lowered your gaze to meet Billy’s. His blue eyes were full of lust and desire and warmth spread within you. He leant forward, and before you could react his lips covered yours in a hungry kiss. His lips were warm and softer than you could have ever imagined and you moaned against him as his lips caressed yours.

His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you parted them. He tasted like cigarettes but you didn’t care, as his tongue pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to his hair and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His kiss was intoxicating and you savoured his lips and the soft moans he was making. A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of many more to come.

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truemedian · 3 years

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Guide: Best Nintendo Switch Collections And Compilation Games

Switch has become many a gamer's go-to console for revisiting retro classics, at home on the TV or wherever you happen to take the handheld hybrid. Squeezing in nostalgia trips between the big new releases has never been easier, and there have been a host of exceptional collections and compilation packages on Nintendo's system that bring together bundles of retro games, often with new features, bells and whistles. We've put together the following list of the best compilations on Switch. We've stuck to bundles which include a minimum of three games (many of them contain a lot more than three). While most of the collections below feature retro gaming delights from yesteryear, you'll also find trilogy collections of more recent games. Plenty of good-value variety for everyone! So, without further ado, let's dive into our picks — in no particular order — of the best compilations and collections on Switch. Please note that some external links on this page are affiliate links, which means if you click them and make a purchase we may receive a small percentage of the sale. Please read our FTC Disclosure for more information. Mega Man Legacy Collection (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Capcom / Developer: Capcom Release Date: 22nd May 2018 (USA) / 22nd May 2018 (UK/EU) We begin with one of several collections of Mega Men. Digital Eclipse did a great job with all the details in Mega Man Legacy Collection, presenting the original games in their best possible light, while tossing in a handful of extra features and challenges on top to sweeten the deal. The rewind feature is a welcome inclusion that helps to mitigate the difficulty of some of the games, and the overall quality of the series difficult to dispute. We would highly recommend you pick this one up - all the included extra features coupled with the ability to play these games both at home and on the go make it a no-brainer. Borderlands Legendary Collection (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: 2K / Developer: 2K Release Date: 29th May 2020 (USA) / 29th May 2020 (UK/EU) Borderlands Legendary Collection is an excellent Switch showing for this beloved series, though it's difficult to determine if the price is right; sure, there's an enormous amount of content here so you're certainly not being ripped off, but it's old content and these games are routinely extremely cheap on other services. Still, it's a technically excellent port of three expansive, enjoyable shooters, and they're a perfect fit for the Switch. Whether played alone or with pals, the gameplay is terrific to dip into for 20 minutes or get stuck into for a massive grinding session. If you've somehow never played Borderlands before, you can't go wrong with this set. And if you have, but want to try a different character class on the bus ride home, now's your chance. Street Fighter 30th Anniversary Collection (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Capcom / Developer: Digital Eclipse Release Date: 29th May 2018 (USA) / 29th May 2018 (UK/EU) While some of the games included in this compendium are rendered somewhat superfluous by the fact that far superior sequels and updates exist alongside them, Street Fighter 30th Anniversary Collection remains an utterly essential purchase for any self-respecting fighting game fan. This is like a history lesson in how the one-on-one fighter has evolved over time. The experience really benefits from using the right controller; while the Joy-Con are perfectly acceptable when you're hosting impromptu local multiplayer challenges and the Pro Controller's D-Pad is passable, we found the 8bitdo SN30 and SN30 Pro pads to be much better options, and if you have an arcade stick that's compatible with Switch, now is the ideal time to dig it out – this is fighting game nirvana, pure and simple. SEGA Mega Drive Classics (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: SEGA / Developer: SEGA Release Date: 7th Dec 2018 (USA) / 6th Dec 2018 (UK/EU) Sega's had more than one stab at creating a comprehensive collection of its best Mega Drive titles and, as a result, Sega Mega Drive Classics does lose some of its impact due to sheer familiarity; for example, we already have an immaculately-ported version of Sonic on the Switch eShop right now. Even so, it's hard to argue with the 50-odd games that ship with this new compendium, and only a fool would contest the fact that it showcases some of the best games of the 16-bit era. The modern-day enhancements are welcome too, and while this isn't the first time many of these games have gone portable, it's a real boon to be able to play the likes of Phantasy Star IV or Story of Thor on the bus. When you take into account how much quality there is on offer here, Sega Mega Drive Classics becomes an easy recommendation. Contra Anniversary Collection (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Konami / Developer: Konami Release Date: 11th Jun 2019 (USA) / 11th Jun 2019 (UK/EU) While it’s a shame that there are fewer games here than in other Konami collections – we’d have loved to have seen NES title Contra Force or the now-extinct WiiWare title Contra ReBirth – the ones included in the Contra Anniversary Collection are universally brilliant. The 8-bit and 16-bit Contra games are among the finest examples of the run ‘n gun genre, and to have almost all of them included in a single release and emulated flawlessly is an absolute treat. Whether you’re a fan of the series or a curious onlooker who’s always wanted to see what the fuss was all about, this is essential. Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Activision / Developer: Toys for Bob Release Date: 29th Jun 2018 (USA) / 29th Jun 2018 (UK/EU) Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy is a ruthlessly faithful recreation of some of the earliest successes in 3D platforming. Levels are slick, gorgeous to look at, and recreate the feel of the originals superbly. Newcomers to the series may be put off by the steep difficulty spikes and little to no explanation of some of the finer mechanics. All the fun and the foibles of the original three games are here, for better or for worse, and despite some odd design choices it still manages to be a really enjoyable retread of some old classics, warts and all. This is definitely worth a look if you're a fan of 3D platformers, but just as was the case back in the '90s, Crash isn't in quite the same league as Mario when it comes to playability, inventiveness and entertainment. If you're after a nostalgia trip, though, it's tough to beat. SNK 40th Anniversary Collection (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: NIS America / Developer: Digital Eclipse Release Date: 13th Nov 2018 (USA) / 16th Nov 2018 (UK/EU) SNK 40th Anniversary Collection is how retro compilations should be done. Although the emulation has a few little hiccups along the way, the overall package here is wonderfully presented. Rather than just slapping a rudimentary menu over a bunch of old ROMs, it’s clear there’s been a lot of effort made here to catalogue an often forgotten period in one of Japan’s most important game developers. As with all compilations, there are a few misses, but the quality is generally high, and the supporting museum mode is an absolute treasure trove for retro enthusiasts. Namco Museum (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Bandai Namco / Developer: Bandai Namco Release Date: 28th Jul 2017 (USA) / 28th Jul 2017 (UK/EU) Namco Museum does a great job of highlighting the illustrious lineage of one of video gaming's most famous arcade companies; not only is it packed with addictive games that will keep you glued to your Switch for many weeks to come, but it boasts excellent emulation, a host of options, online leaderboards, a special challenge mode for each game and a new version of Pac-Man VS. which is sure to become the go-to party title for many Switch players. While there are a couple of titles that we'd have swapped out for other, more worthy offerings from Namco's past, you're still getting an excellent selection of games for a reasonable price here. Mega Man X Legacy Collection (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Capcom / Developer: Capcom Release Date: 24th Jul 2018 (USA) / 24th Jul 2018 (UK/EU) Mega Man X Legacy Collection is a fantastic re-release of several must-play gaming classics, presenting them as authentically as possible while still including a few modern features on top that help to improve the overall experience and keep it from feeling antiquated. Throw in the new X Challenge mode and an enormous archive of museum content and this stands as the definitive way to play the Mega Man X games in the modern era. Four fantastic games, a bevy of extra content, and the ability to play at home or on the go make this one an easy recommendation. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Capcom / Developer: Capcom Release Date: 9th Apr 2019 (USA) / 9th Apr 2019 (UK/EU) The original Ace Attorney is almost two decades old, which is remarkable when you consider just how well it holds up. Sure, it’s been ported plenty of times and the jump to Nintendo DS certainly helped shake off the retro cobwebs, but as a piece of interactive history, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy is as utterly addictive and truly rewarding as it was back at the turn of the millennium. Whether you’re brand new to the world of virtual defence law or a veteran attorney, Phoenix Wright’s first adventures are still a fine set of cases to undertake. Super Mario 3D All-Stars (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Nintendo / Developer: Nintendo Release Date: 18th Sep 2020 (USA) / 18th Sep 2020 (UK/EU) We had an absolute blast playing through these three gems all over again, especially now they look sharper than ever. It’s a shame that the presentation is practically barebones with no bonus content beyond the soundtracks, but there can still be no denying the quality of the games on offer here. Super Mario 3D All-Stars is the Beatles’ Greatest Hits of the video game world, and is an absolute treat whether you’re reliving it in HD or discovering it for the first time. BioShock: The Collection (Switch) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: 2K / Developer: 2K Release Date: 29th May 2020 (USA) / 29th May 2020 (UK/EU) BioShock: The Collection stands as yet another fantastic port in the Switch’s ever-growing library, combining three excellent games and all their DLC into one convincing package. Stable performance, engrossing narratives, fun gameplay, and lots of content make this one an easy recommendation, even if these releases show their age from time to time. If you’re looking for a good single-player shooter to pick up for your Switch, look no further - it’s tough to go wrong here. Capcom Beat 'Em Up Bundle (Switch eShop) - Our Review - Profile Publisher: Capcom / Developer: Capcom Release Date: 18th Sep 2018 (USA) / 18th Sep 2018 (UK/EU) The Capcom Beat 'Em Up Bundle illustrates perfectly why the humble side-scrolling fighter was the toast of video gaming in the late '80s and early '90s. Addictive, enjoyable and – perhaps most important of all – bloody good fun when played co-operatively with friends, all of the titles in this seven-strong compendium are worth your time, and by adding robust local and multiplayer support, Capcom has done its utmost to ensure they find favour with a whole new generation of gamers. If you're not a fan of the genre then you may well be wondering what all the fuss is about, but for everyone else, this is a must-have download. - Page : - 1 - 2 - Next » Read More Read the full article

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