#Gordon would rip him apart

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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter thirteen

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.

a/n: Sorry this took a hot minute to get posted! In my defense I wrote 4 chapters, hated them, deleted them, and then had to start over from what was last posted. Also, life just keeps happening. Anyways I have the next two chapters written already so I should be posting a few chapters over the holidays!

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“I’m okay,” she said, but she wasn’t sure she was.

Bruce hadn’t looked at y/n for pretty much the entirety of their little safety meeting. 

By the time Gordon and Alfred deemed their security changes good enough, she was more mentally and physically exhausted than she had been since Alfred first knocked on her apartment door. And to think she had been almost excited at the start of the night. 

She sat, staring vacantly at a knot in the ancient hardwood floors. She couldn’t have said what was decided in that meeting if a gun was held to her head. She bit back a wry smile at the irony of the thought.

When she lifted her eyes again, everyone was gone. Alfred was hovering in the doorway. Bruce was a step right inside, hands shoved deep inside his sweatpants. The two exchanged a glance, and then Alfred was gone. 

She looked up at Bruce, her elbows on her knees, her head aching. She rubbed the space between her eyes with a wince. She probably looked awful with her clothes and hair mussed, blood on her head, her eyes half-wild. 

She realized Bruce was staring at her–probably waiting on her to get up–so she stood and stretched. 

Bruce was still standing there, watching her. 

“I’m going straight to bed, don’t worry,” she said. Her tone was more flat than she intended. Things were going to be even worse. Bruce and Alfred had been dragged even further into her mess and Wayne Tower was about to be turned into a veritable fortress. And she definitely wouldn’t be able to leave now. 

Y/n went to slip past Bruce but he held out a hand. He didn’t touch her so much as subtly block her way. She stopped and stared down the hallway. For some reason, her heart was pounding. If she looked at him–she didn’t know what would happen if she looked at him, but she couldn’t. She was too tired to hide anything, too tired to pretend. 

“Are you alright?” he asked in a voice so soft it ripped something open inside her. 

Tears filled her eyes. She nodded her head. Then she shook it. 

The hand Bruce held out gently touched the small of her back. His other hand cupped her elbow. An embarrassing whimper slipped out of her mouth as he very slowly pulled her into his chest. 

She stiffened reflexively as Bruce held her. Then, all at once, all of the tension melted away.

Her hands fisted in his well-worn shirt as she inhaled the scent of him. “I lost–everyone I loved all at once. And now I keep getting fucking shot at and a mob family wants me dead. I’m not sure I’ll ever be alright again.” She had missed him so much that a simple hug had her weak in the knees. At that moment, she didn’t care about the history between them. She didn’t care about the ragged edges of the heart he’d broken. He was there, he was holding her, and she felt more safe and whole than she had in a long time. 

“You haven’t lost everyone,” Bruce murmured. “I’m still here.” 

The words were a spark, her anger igniting in a burst. 

Her fingers tightened for a moment before she forced herself to step away. For a moment, she wished he would pull her back into the safety of his arms, but the anger stirring in her chest wasn’t going to be ignored. 

“I lost you three years ago, Bruce,” she said in a startlingly calm voice. 

And he flinched.

It didn’t feel as good as she thought it would. 

She turned away from him to take a deep, steadying breath. “It doesn’t matter,” she said when he remained silent. “I–I think I’m finally falling in love with someone else.” When she faced Bruce again, his mouth was open with shock. “I mean, I’m not in love with him,” she clarified, face flushing with heat. “But I could see it happening.” She hadn’t meant for those words to come out. But Batman had been on her mind a lot lately, more so since that moment in the alley, him protecting her, his bare hand gentle against the skin of her face. 

Bruce recovered enough to say, “Who?” 

“Why does it matter?” she asked, still angry. “Are you the only one allowed to–to move on?” 

“No, I just–” He looked stunned by her anger, and that felt good. Hurting him hadn’t, but letting him see the extent to which he’d hurt her, how angry it made it, that felt good. 

“It’s the Batman. Alright? I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like myself around him and I haven’t felt that way in years.” Three years, to be exact. She crossed her arms and turned away again. “And I don’t know if he even likes me at all or is just, you know, obligated to be around me. But someone like him is someone I could…see myself with. And I haven’t felt that way in…” In three years, she finished silently. 

The silence lasted so long that she gave in and looked to see what Bruce’s face was doing. He was making a valiant effort to school his features, but he was failing at it. “What?” he finally said. There were several emotions warring on his face, all of which he was trying to hide. 

Y/n grit her teeth so hard she thought she heard something crack. “Forget I said anything. I’m going to bed.” 

She stepped past Bruce and again, he held out his hand to stop her. She smacked it away and muttered an angry-sounding goodnight. 

She was so stupid, she thought as she shoved a few papers off of her bed. Telling Bruce that she might fall in love with the Batman? A man in a mask she barely knew? She grabbed her notepad with all of her article notes with a frustrated growl and made a single note: white knight syndrome. 

–

For two more days, y/n stayed locked in Wayne Tower. She pestered Gordon and Martinez and even her vigilante friend for updates, only to receive little in response. The man’s face was plastered all over the news.  

Finally, she had his name. 

Frank Gallo. 

Her luck was, honestly, the worst. Leave it to her to accidentally get involved with the mob. 

Thankfully, at the very least, Martinez valiantly tried to keep her entertained. They texted almost constantly, Martinez mostly sending memes, but it was better than the godawful silence of the Wayne Tower residence. Bruce was almost always gone–flaunting his freedom, y/n felt, even though she knew that wasn’t what he was doing. And Alfred always hovered just out of sight, a suspicious lump at his side indicating he was now always armed. 

Being cooped up was really making her insane, y/n thought as she stared at the row of coffee mugs on the shelf before her. She had been standing there for at least ten minutes, her mind entirely blank. 

Her phone vibrated on the counter with another text from Martinez. This one was just a string of various tired emojis. It vibrated again with a GIF of a kid falling asleep at the table. 

Y/n grinned. Poor Martinez. He didn’t really have any rank and so was constantly given the worst jobs–which now included patrolling the street around Wayne Tower with three other officers. He almost always got stuck with the midnight shift. That worked for y/n–she hadn’t been sleeping much, and Martinez’s texts were probably the only thing keeping her from flinging herself out of a window. 

I’ll bring you some coffee, she texted in a split second decision. Meet me in the lobby. 

She knew she wasn’t allowed outside–she didn’t want to get caught by a sniper, after all. Or have Martinez or any of the other officers or Wayne security get caught in the crossfire. But surely if she rode the elevator down and Martinez met her at its doors it would be safe enough. And it’d feel almost like being able to leave. Maybe a small taste of freedom was all she needed. 

Y/n nodded once to herself and filled two mugs with fresh coffee. 

She spilled a little over her hand, hissing in pain, as she hit the elevator button with her elbow. She hadn’t heard her phone vibrate with Martinez’s response yet, but she could always just wait in the elevator downstairs until he came inside. 

The elevator doors slid open. 

Y/n’s next inhale was a strangled gasp. 

She stumbled back, both mugs dropping from her hands in her haste. They shattered against the floors, one after the other, hot liquid burning her feet and ankles. 

On the back wall of the elevator, exactly at her eye level, was a picture. 

It was dark and grainy, yet its subject was unmistakable.

It was her and Batman, his bare hand on her face, her eyes shining as she stared up at him. They were washed out by red and blue lights around them, caught in the shadows of the alley. 

She knew exactly the moment it had been taken. 

And she knew it meant two things: they knew who she was, and they knew where she was. 

Her entire body went cold. 

“What happened?” Alfred’s sharp voice barely registered. When she looked up, he was right beside her, handgun drawn and aimed into the elevator. It didn’t take long for him to notice the picture, even as the doors slid shut again after idling for too long. 

“Stay here,” Alfred half-growled, mashing the button again to open the doors. He dialed a number on his phone with his free hand. The grip on his gun was unwavering. 

“Security breach. Elevator.” was all he said into the phone as he stepped inside the elevator. Y/n had never seen Alfred look so…fierce. So imposing. Even when she’d been caught sneaking out as a teen, he’d never looked so scary. 

She often forgot that he used to be in MI6. 

It was as if y/n’s brain started working again all at once. The neurons started firing, her chaotic thoughts pulling together into a semblance of order one after the other after the other. 

Martinez hadn’t answered her text. 

There had been a security breach. Martinez had been stationed right outside the front doors. 

And he hadn’t answered. 

She leapt through the doors just as they closed. 

Alfred reacted instantly. “No!” he snarled. She managed to catch his hand before it hit the override button, the one that would send her back inside. 

“Martinez!” she said, as if that would explain everything. She turned wide, frightened eyes to Alfred, her hand still on his free one. The gun was still in a readied position, but aimed carefully away from her. “He’s my friend, Alfred. Please.” 

She could see the hesitation in his eyes. 

“Fine. Stay in here until I make sure it’s absolutely clear. If anything happens–” He proceeded to show her a hidden override panel that would enable security measures, turning the elevator into a panic room. 

Her hands were shaking, but she ignored it. Maybe her forcing her way downstairs with Alfred was another thing in a long string of bad luck that would end with her actually dead this time. But she couldn’t wait upstairs, twiddling her thumbs, waiting to see if her friend was dead. 

“Stand here,” Alfred said. He maneuvered her so she wouldn’t be seen when the doors opened. He took up position on the other side of the doors, both hands on his gun now. 

The elevator jolted then stopped. Alfred met her eyes. She heard the unspoken order. Stay put. 

When the doors slid open, Alfred burst into motion. She noted distantly that, despite his age and his limp, he was pretty spry. 

It was silent outside the doors. No immediate shouting or gunfire, which had to be a good sign. Right? 

It stretched on. Without any more buttons being pushed, the elevator doors closed again. 

Y/n’s heart was about to fly out of her chest. Was Martinez dead? The anticipation and fear was going to kill her this time. It was so much worse when it was someone she cared about. Her own death looming over her head was bad, sure, but this…this was pure torture. 

The doors opened again and she pressed herself tighter into her corner out of reflex. 

“Come on out,” Alfred said. He had put his gun down, but not away. 

“Martinez?” y/n immediately asked. But her answer was standing right before her, wringing his hat in his hands as he stared at the picture that now hung inside the elevator. 

“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”

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101 ways to kill Barney Calhoun

I ended up making this list by going through multiple servers and people so here cuz I found it in my phone notes

Anyway the brilliant minds of the half-life fandom

1.) Waited pressure plate with tnt under it

2.) im going to leave mines under his mattress

3.) i’m setting a rake on his floor so he steps on it and whacks his face

4.) I'm giving him a bomb disguised as a cigar

5.) barney death 3: he ate what elvis presley ate….

6.) I would kill Barney Calhoun by slapping him so hard on the ass that it gives him cardiac arrest

7.) I drop him onto a pit of venomous snakes

8.) Im going to give Barney a beer but instead of beer it will be filled with deadly neurotoxin

9.) “now gordon, ive been keepin an eye out on this combine hideout for a while. they seem to walk in a certain pattern when crossing over to the entrance, which makes me think theyve buried mines all over the place. now, ive memorized the pattern, so im just gonna sneak on over, and you follow my lead, alright? dont worry, i know exactly where all the mines are.” and then he explodes

10.) that one episode of sponge bob where he eats the exploding pie and explodes

11.) set up tripwire then he falls into a tiger pit

12.) I type kill npc_barney into console

13.) slap the boobies off his chest so hard them fly around the world and hit the side of his head like water balloons

14.) i could marry him and slowly feed him mercury over a span for 3 years until he dies of mercury poisoning

15.) He tries to become a wwe wrestler but gets killed in a freak accident mid match

16.) I would kill him by making him a pizza but it’s covered in big chunks of lead but it’s hidden in the sauce and it’s a Chicago style pizza

17.) bring him to a highway and kiss him so hard he gets knocked onto the road and gets ran over

18.) Peeling him apart by the dna strand and eating it like spaghetti

19.) barney gets trampled by a stampede of horses

20.) giving him under the counter off brand viagra

21.) put him in a washing machine and turn it on

22.) shark attack

23.) pit of sharks

24.) barney gets criticized so badly he dies

25.) barney sits in an uncomfortable chair for too long

26.) He gets his arm caught in a bear trap w a beer used as a lure

27.) HE BECOMES THE CAT THAT TRAUMATIZED HIM. HE….YKNOW…..

28.) he gets stuck in a swimming pool like hes in the sims and dies from getting exhausted and drowning

29.) barney roasting marshmallows but his stick ignites into flames and he burns to death

30.) ATTACH SO MANY BALLOONS TO BARNEY HE FLOATS AWAY INTO THE SKY NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

31.) barney gets rejected by gordon and he gets so sad his body shuts down

32.) I kiss him so tenderly on the lips that he melts into a puddle and dies

33.) i throw him in to a volcano so that he melt into a puddle and dies

34.) "I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives…I’ll smash it with a hammer!"

35.) stick a bottle of beer into his throat, the whole bottle

36.) give Barney Calhoun a beer can full of poison

37.) hang a piano over the toilet and wait

38.) i think barney should have his spine ripped out through his mouth

39.) he goes to a bar and tries flirting with the bartender and the bartender takes out a shotgun and kills him on the spot

40.) punch him so hard in the penis that he shatters like a brittle glass

41.) bite him in half

42.) I'm grinding him in a giant shredder

43.) bro took a bath in hot mac 'n cheese

44.) i put him ina giant caldron full of water and i begin boiling him down to gelatin and broth

45.) barney accompanies the crew to the borealis and he steps over thin ice and gets dunked into the below zero water and freezes to death

46.) barney calhoun gets carried away by a tornado

47.) took barney on a vacation to Hawai’i and pushed him into a volcano

48.) He dies and he's never mentioned again and nobody cares

49.) died of tummy ache

50.) Stepped on by a strider

51.) shrinked until he disappeared completely

52.) blasted into the sun

53.) Stab him with 300 pencils made with real lead

54.) slip and falls and dies

55.) put him into a Minecraft furnace

56.) Barney ignores the wet floor sign and slips and cracks his head

57.) while swimming in the swimming pool he swims to fast and smashes his face against the pool's wall

58.) he gets a concussion and drowns

59.) i want to put him through a lunchmeat slicer

60.) He falls off a dumb huge cliff

61.) he lives his life to the fullest and at his deathbed at age 93, June 29th, 6:12 am he passes away

62.) he eats a burgie with too much grease and gets a heart attack

63.) testicular cancer

64.) He should get sucked into a fan while trying to fix it at Black Mesa and literally no one comes looking for him

65.) The Pita Bread Room

66.) slipped on a Banana peel

67.) ran over by a crap ton of shopping carts rolling down the hill

68.) barney overheats in a fursuit

69.) he has sex so bad that he dies

70.) Barney dies because i fucking kill him with a shovel 🖕

71.) barney eats the gas station sushi

72.) barney faints via twirling around and holding his hand in front of his forehead, and then slowly lying down with a flower in his hands to indicate death

73.) When they turn off the suppression fields he just blows up

74.) barney gets crushed by a giant boulder thats all i got son

75.) barney goes to the beach that makes you old

76.) His head spontaneously combusts and pops like corn

77.) erectile dysfunction

78.) we should also have him get carbon monoxide poisoning

79.) barney gets gaussian blurred into nothingness

80.) he eats 20 year old expired mcdonalds burger and contracts the worst case of food poisoning youve ever seen

81.) Have we done tying him to a train track like a damsel

82.) he dies in a glue trap

83.) barney develops lactose intolerance over the years of combine occupation and he drink milk and then dies from shitting hinself to death

84.) he should chocke on his favourite food

85.) barney gets lead poisoning from a 1990s garfield glass mug

86.) he chokes on plastic

87.) barney gets thrown throw a glass window from a 15 story building

88.) gordon gives barney a wedgie so bad that he splits in half and dies

89.) gordon and barney divorce and barney dies from heartbreak

90.) alyx and gordon have enough of barney’s snoring so they smother him in his sleep with a pillow

91.) he trips while walking with gordon and impales himself on gordons crowbar face

92.) if he were the size of an ant he'd be ok instead he blows up like a watermelon and his remains are fed to lamarr by a very delighted kleiner. he fucking hated barney

93.) dog roughhouses with barney and accidentally obliterates his spinal cord

94.) barney gets poisoned to death by his own chumtoad

95.) coats him in eggs and flour and fries him

96.) snatched by a hawk and eten alive

97.) barney gets to participate in a danganronpa killing game and gets executed

98.) barney opens the love-letter-for-you.txt.vbs file and it kills him

99.) elaborate rube goldberg machine to drop an anvil on barney

100.) barney dies in an Iron Maiden

101.) we should put barney under those old timey stone tablets meant to squish and torture people and make them talk

#half life #barney calhoun #half life 2 #hl

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HOUSE OF GOLD (Frenrey Style)

Benrey Benery moves in with his best friend and secret crush Gordon freeman after his gf died in afganistan going to war and then one night gordon gets drunk and then....find out!!!

-part 1,-

Benrey looked at the arpartment where his best friend and crush of 3 years waited. He saw him in the window and he waved at him and his heart started beating to fast. he opened the door

"Hey silly get in!" He said and hen gulped and pulled his luggage into the house. Gordon hugged him

"I've been so lonely since my wife went missing in afganistan."

"That's so brace of her. She loved you.'

Gordon stared at him for a minute.

"Yeah... Let's get you settled in!" And then he helped him to his room.

"It's a one bedroom place so you'll have to share a room with me." He smiled at him.

"It'll be like a sleepover!"

"Totally!" Then there was a knock at the door and Benrey followed drew to the door where they found a girl with long brown hair and big purple eyes waving.

"Hi?" Said gordon.

"Hi" she said flipping her hair back revealing her badass studded belt around her black jeans and black top that had sleeves to her middle arm and skull earrings and black makeup.

"I'm your neighbor Jackie!" She said happily. They both shook her hands.

"If you need anything come on over!" She said and then left.

"She was nice." Said Benrey.

"And pretty cute." Said gordon

And Benrey felt a pain in his heart. Was gordon totally straight? He always wondered if he was bi because of how he flirted with him sometimes on skype. He didn't know if he would tell him he is gay and is in love with him. Then gordon gave him a sweet smile and he felt warm again.

-Heavy-

Gordon made a drink for him and Benrey and sat at the couch and drank beer. They turned on a movie and watched some funny tv shows and drank all nights untill it was 7 am the next morning.

Gordon pointed at the rising sun

"Hey Ben look" he laughed drunk. Ben stumbled over but tripped and fell right into gordons arms!! Suddenly they were starting in each other's eyes. There faces started itching closer and closer when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Gordon blushed and let go of the embrace and went to the door.

"Hello?" He asked as he opened the door. Then there were two guys in black ski masks and they grabbed gordon and threw him down the apartment stairs and ran off. They kidnapped him!!!!

Benrey tried to run after their white van but couldn't run as fast as a car. He called the cops and cried in the apartment. Then suddenly he got a message on youtube that said

"If you want to see him alive again make a video about 10 reasons why the Irate Gamer ripped off Angry Video Game Nerd and ur wrong" he gasped....

-on the 3rd cold night-

There was a knock at the door. Benrey went over to it and gasped.

Forzen!!!

Meanwhile somewhere in coastal rica. Gordon had a bag on his head and he was punched hard.

"Let me go!!! I never got to tell Benrey I love him!!!"

"Well in that case...."

Then he was shoved into a van and they started driving....

Benrey made tea for Forzen and him and forzen looked at him sweetly.

"I'm so sorry. The remaining 10 us military will help you find him."

"I almost kissed him before he.........."

"It's ok" he touched his hand. They looked sweet at each other.

"I'm always here for you......"

Forzen leaned in and kissed Benrey lightly on the lips and in a moment of desire and desperate he pulled Forzen close and kissed him harder. They started making out and Forzen got on Benrey and started rubbing on him. They made out and wiggled around the couch untill Benrey broke away.

"I can't........gordon........."

"Oh.........but he was a loser?"

"Go Forzen go away"

And he grunted and left mad. Benrey went to his room to cry.

-coming home-

The door slowly opened and gordon limped into the apartment and fell on the floor.

"Benrey!" He said horsely.

Benrey stopped crying and ran out and gasped.

"Gordon!!!" And he ran to pick him up and help him stand. Gordon grabbed him and hugged him tight and sudden.....his lips started touching his and they kissed. There tongues meshed and their lips intwined and they made out right there. When they stopped they smiled at each other.

"Be my boyfriend?" Said Benrey.

"Yes." And they smiled and kissed again.

"But I have to tell you gordon....before you came back forzen was here and...and...and we made out."

"Frozan?!" He roared.

"I'm sorry....." Gordon started crying and ran down the stairs. Then Jackie looked gordons way that he was running and than came in. Benrey was crying and told her what was going on.

"You should do something romantic to show your story and that he is your one and only!"

"Your right!" He wiped the tears off and jackie grabbed a camera and started recording.

Benrey looked soully to the camera with love in his eyes.

"Hi skeletons today I finally told gordon I love him like I said I would. But before that someone else came over and I kissed them. I love you gordon and it will never happen again. You are my light and joy and I would be proud to be....be your husband." He said softly. Then jackie whipped a tear from her face and sniffled and turned off the camera.

"That was amazing I'm sure he will say yes. It's true love!" She said.

-the story so far-

Warning: suicide and sex scene

Meanwhile in chigaco gordon was at a sushi restaurant when someone sat beside him.

"gordon freeman?" He said. He looked up.

"Forzen?!" He almost flinched.

"Yeah I heard you and Benrey had a rough thing happen.

Then he posted this..." And he pulled out his phone and went to a video and opened it to let him watch. Benrey was looking at the camera intense and started talking.

"Today I finally told gordon it will never happen again. Never kiss him again. I am with someone else." And then there was a sniffled sound and someone was behind the camera?!

Benrey started to cry silently but tried to look together.

"Let me buy you a drink." And Forzen ordered sake (an asian drink).

They started drinking and talking and laughing and having a good time.

"Maybe I was wrong about you Forzen." Said Gordon. Forzen put his arm around him confrotingly.

"Of course baby!"

They both drunkenly left the bar and stumbled to the hotel room forzen was staying in. Forzen started kissing him and pushing him to the bed and they made out there. Then they started doing it. But gordon didn't know about the camera!!! It was being live streamed!!!

"I love you Forzen!!!!" Cried gordon on the stream. Benrey and Jackie watched shocked and dumb founded as they watched. Jackie looked at Benrey then black at the video.

"H-how could he?!" Benrey stromed around the house. Jackie tried to call him down. But benrey opened the window....AND JUMPED Jackie screamed and called 011.

-believer-

Gordon woke up with a hangover and threw up. Then he heard his phone ring and he picked it up. It was jackie yelling I to the phone and calling him shit for what he did to Benrey.

"What?" Said gordon. "he said he found someone else?"

"What?! No he didn't. I'm sending you the cideo he made for you." Then she hung up and he got the notification for it. He opened it and his lover spoke words of love right from the heart. He spun around and glared at Forzen. "You liar!!!" He screamed. Then he threw his phone at Forzen and ran out.

Meanwhile in the suicide hospital.... Benrey was sitting in a chair watching a TV show when a nurse said "you have a guest". He expected Jackie again with some McDonald's or something but instead....gordon. He flinched.

"What do you want traitor" he hissed at him. "Forzen lied to me. He made me think you moved on and I slept with him..."

"Are we even? Can we be together?"

"If you can forgive me."

"I do. Forgive me?"

"Yes."

Then they embraced and kissed. Benrey pulled away and knelt down and pulled a box out.

"I was going to do this somewhere better but...will you marry me?"

Gordon cried happy tears and nodded and they made out again.

"Let's get you outta here!" Said gordon and they left holding hands.

-chain reaction-

Benrey got out of bed where his fiance was sleeping and he went I to the bathroom. Then he spotted something in the sink that he guessed drew forgot. He picked it out of the sink and looked. It had two lines and was...a pregnancy test.

He busted out of the bathroom

"G-gordon?" He said and gordon sleepily got up and then gawked at what was in his hand

"Il-i..."

"What is this?! Are you....."

He looked down ashamed.

"I am going to the doctor tomorrow to check...please...go with me...they can do a test..."

He gulped.

"Ok. In the morning."

They waited in the office of the Dr office untill they called Gordons name. They went in and the Dr came into the checkup room they were in.

"Are you his husband?" Asked the doctor. Benrey nodded.

"Well we have to test his pee so if you'd step outside..." And he did and went back in after the doctor came out with a cup of pee to test it. He sat next to gordon and helped his hand.

The doctor came back in an stared at his chart.

"Well Mr freeman...you are pregnant. And Mr Benrey isn't the father..."

They both dropped there jaws......

To be continue

-White Wedding part 1-

It was a hot July day and the concert hall was decked in white everywhere. Gordon and Benrey invited there fans for free to see there wedding but so many wanted to come that they had to get a concert hall. There was a preacher and a pretty white arch and music playing and food outside. In the room with drew he was putting on his white suit and brushing his hair. He got a knock at the door and someone popped in.

It was Cummer and darnold Peppre!

"H3!!" He said and they went over to hug him.

"I'm so excited for you!" Said Darnald.

"Thanks. Coomer...will you walk me down the isle? My dad doesn't accept I'm gay and won't do it." He started to cry a little. Coomer hugged him

"Of course buddy" and he out out his arm and he looked it and they walked slowly out. They stood at the start of the red carpet that went to the arch and gordon laughed nervous and coomer Pat his arm and they started walking as the wedding song started playing. The fans went crazy and clapped and they stopped at the preacher and stood by him and waited.

They looked at the entrance and waited for Benrey...first. jackie came out to be bridesmaid and Tommy coolatta did to. They looked so pretty. Then.....Bubby came out with Benrey on his arm. They both smiled and Benrey blushed wearing his baby blue tux. Gordon started crying because he loved him so much.

The music kept playing and Tommy coolatta dogs sunkist were in front of them with little rose petals baskets in there mouths and petals flew everywhere as they ran up the isle.

Benrey stood across him and they looked at each other with Misty eyes.

The prest smiled at them both and started talking.

"Gordon Freeman do you take Benrey Benery to be your husband to hold and love forever as long as you both live?" Gordon nodded

"Yes I do"

"And Benrey Benery do you take gordon freeman to be your husband to love and cherish for as long as you live?"

"I do!" Said Benrey.

The fans all looked so happy and crying and Jackie and tommy and Coomer and darnold and bubby all cried happily too.

"If anyone thinks these two should not be married speak now!"

And the room got quiet and nobody breathed. Then someone stood up from the crowd and jumped on stage. It was Forzen!!!!!

"Forzen?!" Benrey said.

"Yes! I don't think they should get married! He's carrying my baby!!" He shouted and the whole room gasped. Gordon started crying and wished he was somewhere else. Forzen fans started screaming for Forzen and gordon to get married. Then Coomer started going in to Forzen to push him away from the stage.

Then suddenly fights started breaking out with all the fans and gordon and Benrey ran away and the others escorted them. They all got to the limo and drove off fast.

To be continued

-white wedding 2-

"benrey! Gordon! Come out here!"

Coomer and darnold and Tommy and Jackie and Bubby were outside the cabin they were staying in til everything blew over. Benrey looked out the window and gasped. Outside was a big tellise with roses and lots of food on a table and music started playing. There was balloons and everyone was wearing dressed up. No way! They went outside.

"What is this?!" They both asked blushing.

"We felt bad about what happened so we made you a nice private wedding with just us." Said Jackie with a big smiled. They all hugged and Coomer said "I can marry you I do jewish weddings but it can still count for you." He said.

Then Benrey put out his hand and gordon took it.

"Shall we?"

He nodded and took his hand. He led him to the roses and Coomer stood in btween them.

"Now, gordon freeman do you take Benrey Benery to be your husband? Will you love and cherish him in sickness and health?"

"I do" he said softly.

"And Benrey Benery do you take gordon freeman to be your lovely husband through poor and riches? For as long as you both live?"

"Yes I do" said drew back.

Coomer smiled.

"First....gordon...."

"Yes babe?"

"I want you to know....I want to adopt the baby."

Gordon had happy tears in his eyes and Coomer said "I now pronouns you man and husband"

And they fell Into a kiss.

The end

#/COPYPASTA #THIS IS A BIT THIS IS A BIT THIS IS A BIT INSPIRED BY ME BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED AND WATCHING DREW GOODEN ANS DANNY GONZALEZ. PLEASE #hlvrai #frenrey #frenry #suicide tw #sex m #<- JIC BC LIKE. ITS SO NOT SERIOUS TO ME BUT ITS STILL IN THE COPYPASTA. YEAH. ok. #danny gonzalez #drew gooden

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So I'm watching the Orville, (really good, you all should watch it) and I'm currently at season 2 episode 7.

The comment of Dr. Finn and Isaac having the most stable relationship, despite one of them being a robot, on the ship made me laugh so much.

Just to look at it:

Ed and Kelly literally got divorced before the actual first episode started, and now they are complicated

Ed's only other affair so far was with the gooddamn enemy in disguise from a race where everyone is a religious fanatic

Gordon has no luck at all

Same with Alara, and her only on-screen date was with a guy that Bortus set her up (ordered) with

John seems to very on and off, though je doesn't seem necessarily unhappy (He's busy with his new position I would say)

Kelly did have a more or less successful relationship with the teacher, but seemingly still has to much feelings for Ed cause otherwise I don't think she would have broke up with him

Now the new security chef started something with Locar but they were violently ripped apart before something could even begin (the Moclans are heterophob so to say)

And then we have Bortus and Klyden, who you can sort of count as the second main couple of the show with them literally having a married life and a kid, but there relationship is just very complicated and also very distressed with Klyden being so focused on moclan traditions and Bortus seemingly not being able to fully express his feelings.

So yes. So far the most stable relationship is actually between the ships doctor and the artificial lifeform. And my guess (I saw some spoilers on TikTok already but not much) is that Dr. Finn and Isaac are gonna have a down at some point inbetween but are still gonna end up the most stable couple. Meanwhile Bortus and Klydens marriage is gonna get more stressful, also with what just happened to Locar being imprisoned due to heterosexuality (way to flip the coin through media), and I think (hope, Klyden is toxic) they might brake up. I don't even know about Ed and Kelly. Following classic tropes they could most probably end up together again since they do still love each other, but I would also trust the Orville to trick me.

#the orville #Bortus #isaac the orville #claire finn #ed mercer #kelly grayson #alara kitan #john lamarr #Klyden #Gordon Malloy #The new Xeliyan has been there for like 2 or 3 episodes so I don't remember her name yet #But I might talk more about the Orville in the future #If I do it's probably gonna be about Bortus #My Mario fanfic is still coming don't worry #Should also probably update my other works again bht you know

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

The Killing Moon - Part 2

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: torture descriptions, panic attacks, night terrors, almost smut but not quite

Word Count: 2505

A/N: Here’s part 2! This is more angst, and to the person on AO3 who said they wanted to see Bruce breakdown, you’ve got your wish. This gets kind of steamy at the end, but is not the chapter I mentioned adding a smut scene to. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Part 1

Bruce could not breath. He wrenched the charger door open and practically fell out onto the floor. His hands clawed at his cowl as he tried to pull it free from the suit. He fell forward onto his hands and tried to force air into his lungs once he was free of it. His words would not stop running through his mind.

“You should have seen the way she danced each time I touched the picana to her pretty skin. She only broke once, a few hours before you found her. She screamed for you. Not Batman, no, she screamed for you.”

He ripped at the suit straps to free himself from the breast plate before slumping back against the charger’s front tire. His hands buried into his damp hair and he gripped on and pulled, trying to ground himself in the pain.

“She’s different now, isn’t she? She can’t trust you anymore, knows you can’t keep her safe. She’s going to remember me for the rest of her life.”

The tears ran down his cheeks as he tried and failed to put himself back together. It had taken weeks, but he and Gordon had finally caught up to him. The Joker. That was what the papers were calling him now, after all of the little jokes he played along with his killings. Bruce had got to him first but he had not stopped taunting him as he brought him to Gordon.

“Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me, Batman. But you should keep a better eye on your pretty wife.”

Y/N. He had kept it together these past few weeks for her, so she did not have to worry about him on top of everything else. But he was not worried about her walking in on this breakdown, she had not been down to the station since a week after she got home. He had come back from a night helping Gordon to find her having a full blown panic attack, not so different from the one he was currently experiencing, under his desk. It had taken him an hour to calm her down, after which she told him she was trying to rewire a part of the new communication system and had given herself an electric shock. That was all it took to send her spiralling. But it was also why he knew the voice that called out to him through the station now was not hers, even if his ears felt like they were full of cotton wool.

“Bruce? Are you hurt? Bruce?”

It was Alfred.

He tried to shake his head no, but he could not seem to dig his hands out of his hair. The noises coming out of his chest sounded foreign as he felt Alfred’s hands on him, freeing him of the parts of the suit he had not managed to claw off himself, and checking him over for injuries. Alfred found nothing and seemed to realise exactly what had brought on this breakdown. So, he sat back with a sigh and just rested a hand on Bruce’s arm. It gave Bruce an anchor, something to hold onto as he tried to pick up all of the pieces that had finally fallen apart.

When he eventually managed to get his breathing under control, he let up his grip on his hair and leant his head back against the charger. He was aware of Alfred’s eyes on him, waiting for an explanation as to why he had finally let himself break after all these weeks. His voice was rough as he spoke. “We got him. He’s being locked back up in Arkham right now. Higher level security.”

Alfred let out the sigh of relief he had been holding since Y/N had got home. “Then it’s done. You can let go.” But even as the words left his mouth, Alfred knew Bruce would never be able to let go. Not this time. “You should shower and then get some sleep.” Alfred patted Bruce’s knee before pushing himself back onto his feet, leaning most of his weight on his cane.

Bruce just nodded, pushing himself up with far less grace than Alfred, even if Alfred was the one with the bad leg. They rode in the elevator in silence and went their separate ways as soon as they were back in the penthouse.

Y/N was not in their bedroom, but Bruce was no longer expecting her to be. He ignored the empty bed and walked into the bathroom. He no longer recognised the man in the mirror. His eyes were more red than normal, the make-up had run all the way down his neck from his tears, and it just highlighted how much paler he was. He tore his eyes away and climbed into the shower, turning the heat up far too high. But he needed it to wash away the pain from the night.

He dried himself off quickly before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing his pillow off the bed. He pulled a couple of blankets out of the cupboard in the hall and walked into the nursery. Y/N was fast asleep on the sofa with the pillow and blanket she had kept in there since she got home. He knew now not to try and carry her to bed. He had tried the second night she had been back when he found her asleep in the living room, only for her to wake up screaming and attempt to break his nose. She had been waking up screaming in their bed as well, to the point he had to physically restrain her to calm her down. But for some reason she seemed to be able to sleep soundly in the nursery. He knew she would feel more comfortable with Dick in the room as well, but she had so far left him to sleep in his own room.

He checked Grace was okay before making himself a makeshift bed on the floor in front of the sofa and laying down to sleep.

***

Y/N woke up to find Grace stood up in her crib, staring at her. A glance at the clock told her it was breakfast time. She was about to roll straight off the sofa when she noticed Bruce fast asleep on the floor. It brought tears to her eyes. Over the past few weeks, she had woke him up by screaming, tried to physically attack him several times, been the reason he lost sleep, and yet, he had not stopped being there for her. Even if it meant falling asleep on a less than comfy floor.

She stepped over him, determined to let him get some sleep, and lifted Grace into her arms. Grace babbled something that might have been ‘hungry’ and grabbed onto Bruce’s t-shirt that Y/N had slept in. “Let’s go get breakfast and let your dad get some sleep.”

Alfred and Dick were sat at the table in the main room. Alfred was reading the morning paper as Dick dug into a bowl of cereal. Alfred had already set Grace’s breakfast on her high chair and Y/N shot him a grateful look as she sat her down in it. “Good morning.” She ruffled Dick’s hair before sitting in the chair next to Grace.

“Mornin’.” Dick said with his mouth full of food, shrinking away from the look Alfred sent him for forgetting his table manners.

Y/N smiled softly at them as she picked up the spoon and starting attempting to get Grace to eat the baby food.

“You better go and grab your bag for school.” Alfred told Dick and they both stood up from the table. Dick nodded and ran out as Alfred walked over to Y/N and put the paper down in front of her. “You should know that Bruce caught him last night, he’s back in Arkham.”

The spoon fell from her grip, but Alfred was apparently expecting her to have that exact reaction because he caught it before it could hit the table. Grace made a noise of discontent that neither of them acknowledged. He rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s over.” He handed her the spoon back as Dick ran back into the room with his book bag.

Y/N put a smile back on her face. “Have a good day!” She watched them both leave and finished feeding Grace while reading the paper. She did not know how to feel. She supposed she should be relieved, but if he had broke out once, he could do it again. She wiped Grace’s mouth with the towel that hung on the side of the high chair and lifted her out. Her own appetite was gone, as it had so many times recently.

She made her way back upstairs and found Bruce still fast asleep. She put Grace back in her crib, so she would wake Bruce up if she needed something, and walked into their bedroom to shower.

She took her time, unwilling to step out of the warmth of the water, and when she walked back into the bedroom, Bruce was sat on the bed waiting for her. He was still only in a pair of sweatpants, his hair sticking up at funny angles, and he was alone.

“She’s downstairs, with Alfred.” He told her as she looked around for Grace.

She nodded. Neither of them said anything as she got dressed, pulling on a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts. It seemed she had not worn any of her own shirts since she got back. He was watching her when she turned back to look at him. He made no move to reach out for her though, he had learnt his lesson in that department as well when, just after she got back, he had walked up behind her without her realising and touched her hip. She had tried to elbow him in the ribs before breaking down and apologising. Ever since, he had been letting her initiate any physical contact between them. But he still held his arms open for her, giving her the choice if she wanted it.

And she did. She climbed into his lap, wrapping herself around him as she buried her face in his neck and breathed him in. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her hair. She knew she had to tell him. Her therapist had advised her to get it off her chest, not that her therapist knew all the details of what had happened, and she knew he had been putting off asking her himself, trying to wait until she was ready. Now the man was back in Arkham, she did not have to worry about what she had to tell him angering him further and pushing him towards breaking his code.

She forced herself to push back and sit up in his lap, one hand staying on the back of his neck, the other moving to trace one of the scars on his chest. She knew he was watching her, but she kept her eyes on where her fingers were moving on his bare skin.

She took a deep breath. “He told me he had known it was you for a while. Said something about you visiting him in Arkham. He-he said he didn’t want to hurt me, but he knew my type, and he knew I wouldn’t give you up easy.” The tears started forming and she screwed her eyes shut as she remembered. “He said he was using electricity because he didn’t want to leave a permanent mark. That he knew what it was like to have people constantly staring at you for visible scars and he didn’t want that for me. And it was vengeance.”

His whole body went tense beneath her and she knew he was holding his breath. They both knew why he had chosen to use that particular word.

“He wanted me to feel what they had done to him in Arkham, with the electroshock therapy, after you got him locked up there.”

“Y/N-”

She dug her fingers into his shoulder, still keeping her eyes shut. “Please, just let me get it all out. I need to get it all out.”

“Okay.” His hand moved up to her face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had managed to escape from her closed eyelids.

“He started to get frustrated when I wouldn’t tell him anything. He promised he wasn’t going to kill you, and he knew your code would prevent you from killing him. He thinks the two of you are destined to do this forever. When I still wouldn’t tell him, he-” She cut herself off with a sob as she leaned her forehead against his bare shoulder. “They threw a bucket of water over me and increased the voltage.” She spoke quickly, practically spitting the words out before another sob racked through her chest and she buried her face in his chest in earnest. His grip on her tightened and she felt his own tears against her neck as he buried his face in her hair.

The anger that flared in Bruce’s chest scared him, he had never felt anything like it before. He knew why she had waited until now to tell him all the details. He knew she was worried that he would break his code because of it. And the thing that scared him the most was that she was right. He wanted nothing more than to go to Arkham and choke the life out of him. But he fought it back and focused on her instead. His wife. The love of his life, who was currently clutching onto him like he was her last lifeline.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. I’m never going to let him touch you again.”

She pulled back again and opened her eyes to find his glassy-blue ones staring back at her. She shifted forward and kissed him with the same desperation he usually kissed her with when he came back from a bad night. Just like those nights, she needed him close. Needed him to make her forget, to wash the slate clean for a little while. He seemed to know that was what she needed because he shifted back on the bed before flipping them over and caging her beneath him. The kiss may have been desperate, but everything that followed was not. He took his time, like it was their first night all over again and he was relearning her, as he whispered how much he loved her against her bare skin. When he collapsed on top of her and they both tried to catch their breath, he swore to himself that he would never let anyone hurt her because of him again.

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#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #the batman #battison #batman x reader #batman imagine #robert pattinson #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #the joker #jim gordon #bruce wayne x fem!reader

[autisticsupervillain]

FTF: Boss Battle

The show where we put a team of characters up against one much stronger or haxier character.

This Week's Fighters....

Gordon Freeman vs The RED Team!

Conditions:

RED Team restricted to stock. Gordon has Full Arsenal.

Scenario:

G-Man wants Gordon to steal some Australium from The Administrator. RED Team tries to stop him.

BOSS: Gordon Freeman

Many shooter heroes have gone up against impossible odds. Conquered incomprehensible threats from beyond the stars and bested physical gods. And yet, the greatest of all these heroes isn't an uber space marine or a super masculine macho man. No, Gordon Freeman is simply an ordinary scientist with a crowbar.

Gordon Freeman was once a diligent theoretical physicist working at the top secret lab known as Black Mesa. However, one of Gordon's experiments accidentally punched a hole into another universe, causing an alien invasion. Gordon is forced to fight for his life and fend off the invaders, making him the savior off Earth. Unfortunately, this puts him on the G-Man's radar, forcing him to serve the mysterious being and his employers for the rest of his days... until Half-Life 3 comes out... assuming it will.

Luckily, G-Man mostly seems to want Gordon to kick alien ass and Freeman's got plenty of tools for the job. For starters, he never goes into battle with his trusty HEV suit. The Hazardous EnVironment Suit comes with a whole bunch of nifty features, boosting his otherwise normal human stats to superhuman levels. With it, he's durable enough to tank military air strikes with 134 megajoules of force behind them and survive hits from lasers that do this to solid steel walls.

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Moreover, most of Gordon's stronger weapons can kill Alien Grunts, who are strong enough to completely obliterate steel gates. By using Gordon as a measuring stick to estimate the size and thickness of the wall, it can be determined that it would over half a ton of tnt to generate this kind of explosion, roughly 0.723 tons of tnt to be precise.

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The suit also has a built in radiation detector and an ai voice that informs him of any grievous injuries. Upon sustaining an injury, he's pumped full of painkillers potent enough to let him shrug off bullet wounds. Similarly, the suit's antitoxins are strong enough to reverse the effects of headcrab poison, which leaves him on the brink of death with just a touch, in seconds. Hell, he can even tank hits from antimatter weapons, endure extreme heat and cold, endure dangerous acids, and shrug off high voltage electricity. Even morso, the suit can be upgraded, allowing him to leap several Kilometers when using the long jump module.

He also carries a large array of guns. While Gordon has the typical shotgun, AK, and RPG ensemble you would expect from a shooter protagonist, he also has some unique guns. He carries two crossbows, one shoots tranquilizer darts while the other shoots bars of molten metal. He carries the Gluon Gun, which shoots unstable Gluon particles so powerful that they make people explode, the Tau canon, which shoots Tau particles, or molecular particles that make up matter on the Quantum Level, and the hive hand, which shoots alien bugs at people like a wasp machine gun. His Pulse Rifle shoots energy projectiles and, when charged up, shoots a ball of antimatter that bounces around everywhere and erases everyone it touches on contact. His most iconic gun, however, is the gravity gun, which manipulates gravity to allow him to throw anyone and anything that gets in his grasp around like a ragdoll, even erasing people with its antimatter energy should he grab them with it thanks to a handy upgrade the Combine gave it. And that's not even the only gun in Gordon's arsenal that can flat delete you, as the Gluon Gun can destabilize the Gluon Particles of its target and rip them apart on the subatomic level.

With these powerful weapons, Gordon has fought off impossible odds with ease. He stopped an alien invasion within the span of a week at most and turned the tide of a hopelessly one sided war against a galactic empire in the span of two days. He curb stomped his way through the US Military, is fast enough to react to and dodge rockets, and has even impressed the reality warping G-Man with his remarkable abilities.

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Having said that, he has a few weaknesses. For one thing, his suit's durability relies on its battery, so he'll frequently have to recharge it if he gets hit too often. He also doesn't wear a helmet, which leaves his squishy human head exposed for his superhuman enemies to crush.

Despite that though, Gordon Freeman is universally beloved as the savior of mankind and is dreaded even by godlike, reality warping aliens. That says a lot about a man who used to just be a pimply scientist. The right man in the wrong place can achieve just about anything.

Team: RED Team

It began in 1850. Wealthy English industrialist Zepheniah Mann, owner of Mann Co, was convinced by his greedy, idiotic sons to purchase land in the US to expand the company. Zepheniah agreed, only to discover that the lands he purchased were useless dust bowls and lifeless gravel pits. Not only that, but he'd contracted many horrific diseases during his trip to the states that quickly ate up his health. Dying bitter at his incompetent sons, Zepheniah would write his last will on his rotting skin, splitting the worthless lands between Redmond and Blutarch to ensure that they would fight over it for the rest of their lives.

Desperate to get the other's half of the fortune, the Brothers Mann would turn their halves of the company into Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED) and Builders League United (BLU) respectively, using them as fronts to wage eternal war on each other. In their pointless bid to get this worthless land full of fuck all to themselves, the brothers would hire nine of the greatest mercenaries in the world to fight for them. The exact same mercenaries. For both of them. Don't think about it.

They would cycle through numerous teams over the years, until the 1960s where we'd meet the most iconic ensemble of the RED Team. The Team that would come to be known as Team Fortress!

The Scout is fast talking brawler from Boston he thinks he's hot shit and thinks he's God's gift to women. Because he is. Canonically. God told him so. He's easily the fastest person on his team, more than quick enough to outrun trains and flat out dodge rockets. And while he's certainly not book smart by any definition, he's a good enough scrapper to kill a Heavy in one on one melee combat. If he can't bust you up with his bat, then the wide spread of his shotgun would likely shred you to pieces, while his pistol finishes you off. He's swift enough to somehow double jump, durable enough to drink radioactive soda, and strong enough to blow you out of the park with his taunt kill. Hell, he's durable enough to survive three of Soldier's rockets blowing up in his face simultaneously, despite being heavily injured, tanking a combined energy equivalent to 0.007 tons of TNT!

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The Soldier, otherwise known as Jane Doe, is batshit crazy patriotism personified. He wanted so badly to fight in World War 2 that he went on a one man crusade against Germany for years before learning that the war ended in 1949. He's mad enough to wrestle bears while covered in honey and crazy enough to try to fly by shooting rockets directly at his feet. Which makes it sll the more absurd when it actually works. A madman with a rocket launcher is one thing, give him pseudo flight and you've invited death himself onto the battlefield, raining rockets down from the skies and bludgeoning your teeth out with a shovel when he lands. Or blow you both up with the grenades on his chest. Or just shoot you with a shotgun. Whatever works.

The Pyro is a mysterious pyromaniac of indefinitive origin, indeterminate gender, and very definite lack of sanity, viewing all the chaos and death he brings through the fantastical lens of Pyroland. In reality though, she's burning down everything in sight with reckless abandon, either with their flamethrower or with their bare hands. Ryu would be filling a lawsuit if he wasn't currently ashes. And lest you think that's all the Pyro has, many a foolish Soldier has forgotten about the power of airblast and paid dearly for it. With a burst of compressed air from her flamethrower, Pyro can juggle enemies in the air and send projectiles and rockets back at the enemy.

Tavish Finnegan DeGroot, aka The Demoman is one of best and most dangerous Demomen to ever roam the Earth. If he weren't, he wouldn't be able to discuss it with you, now would he? Despite his constant drunkeness and lack of depth perception, the Demoman can easily blow the enemy to pieces with both the careful placement of clever sticky bomb traps or the ruthless spamming of bouncing explosive pipes. He can even take a note from the book of his dear friend Soldier and blast himself into the air with his bombs.

The Heavy Weapons Guy is easy to mistake for a lumbering brute, but beneath the muscle and thick Russian accent is a brutal and intelligent mercenary. Mikhail is a gulag survivor who works to provide for his family and possesses a degree in Russian literature. With enough beef to out muscle the rest of his team and a massive minigun loving naned Sasha, the Heavy rarely needs to think too hard to mow down everything in sight. And if he does, he knows exactly how to best rip a man in half or blow the head off with a shotgun.

Deil Conagher aka The Engineer is a humble Texas gadgeteer with eleven PHDs. While his trusty shotgun gives him an option in a fight, Engie is much better off building supports for his team, such as massive minigun sentries with built in rocket launchers to protect the base, ammunition and health dispensers to restock his team, and teleporters to keep his team on the frontlines and tele-frag any poor sap who stands on the other end of it.

What Mr. Ludwig lacks in his regards for the Hippocratic Oath, the Medic makes up for in his mad scientific expertise. Don't let his lost medical license fool you, the Medic is a veritable genius. His most iconic invention, the Medigun, can heal the brutalized bodies of teammates, put people's bodies back together, and can, when fully charged, render whoever he's healing temporarily invincible. He was once able to resurrect the dead by just... putting their blood back inside them and even managed to steal his teammates souls and surgically attach them to himself in order to scam Satan himself. His bonesaw can hack to pieces and his syringe gun gives him a method of self defense from afar.

Nick Mundy is a rugged, relaxed outdoorsman from the outback with a tense relationship with his parents and also the greatest marksman on Earth. While his machete and SMG give him options for dealing with close quarters combatants, the Sniper is most at home sitting back and blowing the heads off whoever he's been paid to kill this week. He's a professional. Nothing personal.

The Spy is the mysterious master of disguise of the team, with a penchant for acquainting his knives to the spines of his unsuspecting foes. His watch allows him to turn invisible for a limited time to best ambush his foes, while his disguise kit allows him to impersonate anyone on Earth, from your teammates to even famous celebrities.

Despite the team's frequent zany antics and at times debatable intelligence, they are the greatest mercenaries on Earth for a reason. Together, they've beaten everything from killer bread monsters to evil wizards and even a robot army. They are, for better or for worse, the greatest team of gunmen on the planet. Often, for far worse.

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

So... Gordon doesn't wear a helmet. If knly the RED Team could take advantage of that somehow. Like say they had a, I dunno... Sniper of some description. Don't know anyone like that, guess Gordon stomps.

But in all seriousness, it's a question of if the RED Team can keep Gordon distracted for long enough for Mundy to get his shot. And, in short, no. Not at all. Naturally, Gordon is much stronger. Much. Much Stronger.

What I mean is that Gordon is a wooping 103x stronger! (0.723 tons of TNT vs 0.007). Meaning it's entire possible that Gordon simply mows throw the whole team before Sniper can even get a single shot off. That is a massive problem, as even Gordon's regular guns should be strong enough to reduce the mercs to giblets with a graze with that gap.

Hell, Sentry Buster explosions completely obliterate the mercs and those themselves are much weaker than Freeman at 0.09 tons of TNT.

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Medic is a necessity for this fight to even be debatable. The Medigun's ability to pull mercs back together after they've been annihilated is safety net they desperately need. After Heavy and Pyro get shredded and put back together (they are the ones meant to be engaging head on after all), the team will likely split up to keep Freeman from decimating them all. I tragically don't see Heavy really surviving the early fight due to his low maneuverability and Medic possibly might not either. Once Gordon sees him resurrect someone, he'd likely make Medic a priority, leaving the team without their method of taking hits. Thankfully, Gordon isn't likely to wipe immediately. A bunch of people comparable to, if not superior to Gordon in speed all running in different directions means Gordon is guaranteed to miss a few of them at first.

However, this forced split up would turn the game into an intense game of cat and mouse, giving a certain stealth expert the time to shine. While any Merc could theoretically ambush Gordon and shoot him in his obviously unarmoured head if they play their cards right, Spy is in the best position to do so. Gordon has no way of seeing through invisibility and given Spy's specialty, he's liable to go invisible as soon as the fight starts. This gives him the perfect opportunity to just... shoot Gordon in the head while invisible. Problem solved.

Even is Spy does die in the early bloodbath, there are some scenarios where the team can still win this. Pyro is fast enough to airblast back some projectiles early on and kill Gordon that way, but he's unlikely to survive thr bloodbath due to a lack of mobility options. Similar to Sniper or Engineer. But, Scout, Demoman, and Soldier likely would due to their own movement options. One well placed sticky trap is that would be needed to get Freeman's head.

There's this misconception that the TF2 Mercs are all incompetent idiots who do their jobs by accident moreso than on purpose. And while some of them are fairly stupid and they're all very unhinged, it's pretty consistent that they can organize very well when the chips are down. They know how to fight. How to strategize mid-fight, and even how to plan. And against a threat as overwhelming as Freeman, that would definitely shine.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

The Red Team!

The Boss has been defeated!

#fictional throwdown fridays #ftf: boss fight #team fortress 2 #red team #half life #gordon freeman #tf2 heavy #spy tf2 #soldier tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman

[theancientdarkbeauty]

Which Freeman in the Freemanverse is the most smoochable?

Sorry it took a while Hal, but I do have a list that I completely forgor, so I’m doing this on the spot. (All of this would be platonic like “kiss the homies goodnight” kiss btw)

1: Freemercy (from saving all the scientists): he takes care of his hygiene, unlike almost every other Freeman on here. While I don’t particularly enjoy this Freeman, since I’ve never consumed the content he’s from, I will leave him up here bc it is just the most sane option for number one, but he and Cicero are basically tied.

2: Cicero: He baby, would 100% give him a little kiss goodnight if he wanted it.

3: Doc (Tales of the Mad Scientist by Bimothra on AO3, go read it!): he’s kinda crazy, but he is such a vibe and I love him dearly even thought I just read his fic yesterday

4: Gordon B. (From Y2KVR by Y2K Electronics right here on Tumblr!): he’s such a nice guy, I love him. Also takes care of his hygiene.

5: Freebird (from my AU that Tumblr has yet to know of): I’d more likely give him a hug, poor anxiety boy needs it. But I also have bias bc like I made him so he’s going to be high up in the list

6: Feetman (HLVRAI): Idk I’m starting to get into more neutral territory HES just higher up bc like idk Id have him over a the people further down on the list.

7: Swap Gordon (Half Life VR but the Roles are Swapped, also by Bimothra): He’s gay, I know, and he would 100% hunt me down bc I act suspicious all the time, also I’m in the middle of his fic rn (taking a little break bc my brain is running wild with creativity)

8: OG Freeman: I think he would hurt me. Not because I think he’s like a bitch or mean or anything it’s just the vibes. Idk I pitch a fight with everyone I can unless I have a very special spot for them in my heart (see: Cicero, Doc)

9: Freemind (from Freeman’s Mind): Ok, tumblr, this is the first you’re hearing of this, but I can and have killed multiple Freeminds in the back of Denny’s. I think most all Freeminds know me as a menace and will kill me on site. The only version of Freemind I know who would even tolerate it is mine because he knows I could kill him. If I didn’t have such a strong “cute aggression” towards Mind, he’d be higher on the list, but I want to rip him apart with my teeth like a dogtoy more than I want to kiss him.

10: Loverboy (Y2KVR by Y2K Electronics right here at home! On tumblr!): He kinda scares me. He’s got a cute design and all, but idk just vibes man

11: Gorgeous (From Gorgeous Freeman): I have never consumed his related content, but he ALSO scares me, for much more tangible reasons than Loverboy. Idk I get that he isn’t as bad in his source material (I see you Prinna) but he still scares me just as much as I am scared to watch Gorgeous Freeman.

Greeman (from a series DaFaqBOOM made that I forgot the name of them): I also think he would hurt me! I’d love to get into a friendly fistfight with him, but kiss him? Not so much

HONORABLE MENTION!

John Freeman from Half Life Full Consequences: Would kiss. He’s such a little guy. He fought god and won. Idk I love his chaotic energy.

[waitineedaname]

Hi! I suggest 3 Benry and Gordon lol

lil bit of cute frenrey just for u

prompts here!

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“You think I’m sooo childish, huh.”

“That’s because you are, Ben.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yesterday, you pouted for twenty minutes because I got store brand goldfish instead of name brand.”

“Bro, you got fucking whales,” Benrey groaned and draped themself over Gordon’s shoulders like a feather boa made of rocks, worsening Gordon’s computer posture even more. “They tasted like ass. Didn’t even taste like real whales. Such a rip off.”

“Wh-” Gordon laughed. “Dude. There’s so much to unpack there. Do you think goldfish are supposed to taste like actual goldfish? Have you eaten a whale before? I-” Another laugh wheezed out of him, “I’m pretty sure that violates some, like, animal rights laws or something.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Benrey said ominously. They straightened up enough to prop their chin on the top of Gordon’s head. “What I’m sayin’, man, is that you act like ‘bluh Benry you’re so childish that’s so sucks of you’ but you’re over here looking up life size Pokemon plushes.”

Gordon clicked out of the tab faster than if he’d been caught looking up porn. “Hey!” He blustered. “Don’t fucking look at my computer screen!”

Benrey snickered and finally walked around to the other side of Gordon’s office chair to climb onto his lap. If it were anyone else, that would be cute. Because it was Benrey, it was a mess of limbs, like the world’s most uncoordinated cat climbing into a slightly too small box. The only reason Gordon didn’t immediately shove them to the floor was because he knew Benrey would drag him down with them. Benrey languidly reached over for the mouse and clicked back to the tab Gordon had been so anxious to hide.

“Your favorite Pokemon is. Furret?” Benrey had the gall to sound surprised.

“No.” Gordon couldn’t believe this was where he was at twenty-seven, with an alien he once murdered propping their legs over his arm, judging his taste in Pokemon. “I just thought it was, y’know. Cute. And the most practical design. It’s like- You know, it’s like a body pillow!”

“Gordon.” Benrey sounded so distraught that Gordon actually looked down in alarm. Benrey had a cartoonishly heartbroken look on their face. “I thought I was your body pillow.”

Gordon laughed and tried to shove them off of him, but they had latched onto him like a leech. “You fucking wish. At least Furret wouldn’t steal all my blankets at night.”

Benrey gasped, affronted, and tumbled off of Gordon’s lap of their own volition. “I cannot fucking believe this,” They complained, facedown on the short carpet. “My boyfriend is leaving me for a rodent.”

“Dude.” Gordon was still laughing. “Get your face out of the carpet, man. It’s filthy down there.”

“No. I like it down here.” They somehow squished their face further into the carpet. “Furrets put their face on the ground too, and you like them.”

“This is why I say you’re childish,” Gordon teased, already clicking through the plushie site again. “If I get you a Slowpoke plush, will you stop whining?”

Benrey sat up so fast their head hit the desk. They didn’t seem to notice. “For real?”

“Sure.” Gordon grinned. “Only one requirement. You gotta eat all those whales I bought.”

Benrey narrowed their eyes at him, then sprinted out of the room at record speed. Mere seconds later, Benrey shouted up the stairs, “It better be life size!” sounding suspiciously like he had a mouth full of snack crackers.

Gordon maybe didn’t think about how much space two life size Pokemon plushies would take up in his cramped apartment, but in his defense, they were really fucking cute.

#hlvrai #gordon feetman #benrey #frenrey #this didn't even start out as frenrey it just. happened #my writing #okay to reblog #these plushies are SO CUTE. I WANT ONE #I'm not even a huge pokemon fan but oh my god these things are adorable #and ENORMOUS

[swampythesweetsketch]

So I have been thinking non-stop over this AU and got some new ideas-

This AU I posted from my Ninj-gay-go blog, but in short, the AU's basis is that Jay is the Overlord's son.

But I thought over it more and got a more terriblr idea.

Like how Lloyd is the FSM's grandson, Jay is the Overlord's grandson.

When Libby was younger and the Elemental Alliance was at its strongest (pre-Serpentine War), Libby was a wanderer as modern entertainment wasn't readily available. Her first young love, Cliff Gordon, was doing his best as a womanizer, but one trip through the forest sent him running as something spooked the man.

The Overlord has spawned his own child to balance out the FSM's sons, a monstrous centaur beast looming of death and adorn with his father's crystals. His name was Crystolo.

Libby was fascinated with the beast that scared off her potential suitor and Crystolo swore to not attack her. She believed him and in secret, they kept meeting.

Crystolo was tasked by the Overlord to find Wu and kill him so Garmadon's corruption would freely unleash, but Crystolo pushed his father's orders aside to see Libby.

And eventually fell in love.

Months passed and the Overlord grew tired of his son's stalling, and as punishment, Crystolo's mind was ripped apart by the Overlord and his mindless rampaging caught the attention of the allience. Poor Libby, lost as her love was killed in the fight, and she could tell no one that she had fallen in love with Crystolo...

It was luck for Cliff, who quickly swept her off her feet, gaining a mourning wife desperate to hold onto the womanizer in fear he would die too.

It was then fate had it that Libby was not yet aware she was carrying a child. So the Overlord's grandson was passed off as a Gordon.

#lego ninjago #au #crystal prince au #jay is the overlord's grandson #i HAVE TO DRAW CRYSTOLO

[6rookie-writer0110]

could you do a male spider reader in dc.

reader is more brutal than Peter Parker and doesnt shy away from killing when he need too.

joker has ‘captured’ reader.

y/n: you did this to Jason too?

joker: the bat brat, hahahahaha, I did and the crack hooooo boy that crack his School made when I hit him with the crowbar, hahahahaha, priceless

y/n: and Barbara?

joker: the commisioners daughter?, hahahaha, yeah I shoot her two to make an example.

y/n: what example?

joker: No one is safe in my town, hahahaha, not cops, not heroes, hahahaha, you should see your face it looks like I have harmed someone you love.

y/n: you did

joker: and do tell kid, who did I kill?

y/n: my parents, my baby (reader and Barbara is dating and joker kills their baby)

reader rips his chains apart with brute force, joker just stares at reader.

joker: im innocent officer, would you believe me if I said I was frameld?, hahahaha, ohhhh boy guess I just have to shoot you?

joker pulls the Trigger and reader just moves his head.

y/n: I never did understand why Batman never killed you

joker: he wouldnt kill me, because we’re besties.

y/n: he’s not coming tonight

joker: what do you mean?

y/n: he sent me instead, he knows what I must do

joker: and who are you by chance?

y/n: they call me Spider-Man or Well the tabloids call me bloodspider and Barbara Gordon calls me fiance

Jokers eyes widend, y/n then punch a Hole through the jokes chest, joker just stares at the arm, reader then proceeds as bloodspider and throws the jokers corpse infront of the police presinct.

at home:

y/n: I have Avenged our baby and made sure this one is safer

Reader places his hand on her stomach

barbara: thank you, my love

y/n: I would do anything for you

He deserved it

#requested

[whumpinaheartbeat]

There's Fire In My Veins (MediWhump May 2023 Day 1)

This fic contains the use IV's and IV medication, broken bones and bruising, PTSD and Panic Attacks, please read with discretion.

Despite everything, it was actually the IV that sent Gordon over the edge.

The bruises he could deal with, though he still hated to see Alan’s skin turned to a patchwork of purples and blacks. Hell, he was even arguably fine with the metal frame that incased Alan’s leg complete with nasty looking pins sticking into his shattered bones even if that image will forever be seared into Gordon's mind every time he closed his eyes.

Gordon could deal with all that because it was all temporary. 

The bruises will fade, the cuts and scrapes will become lost in all of Alan’s other scars and even his leg will heal to the point where he would be able to run and jump and do all the Alan stuff that Alan likes to do. Even the IV is only temporary and Doctor Story had promised that it will be removed as soon as Alan didn’t need it anymore and yet it sickened Gordon to see it.

Alan was alive and that was what was important and Gordon knew that. He knew he should be grateful that Alan had only sustained the injuries he had when it could have so easily been much worse. Alan was alive and yet here Gordon was, staring at the tubing that snaked up Alan’s arm while barely keeping himself conscious as his lungs screamed for oxygen and his brain screamed to rip the IV out. 

Gordon’s arm burned and even when he dug his nails into it, the feeling did not ease. He knew that the IV was attached to Alan and not himself and yet as he watched the fluid pump through the tubes, Gordon swore he could feel it enter his bloodstream.

A small part of him realised that he was overreacting, he had worked very hard in therapy to be able to recognise what fears and reactions were normal and which are fuelled by his past traumatic injury. But while logically Gordon knew that his PTSD was affecting him, he was too busy stuck there in that hospital bed surrounded by whirling machines and hushed conversations and the unending agony that the meds simply did not touch to be able to calm himself down.

Trying to ground himself, Gordon dug his nails in harder but he could still feel the medicine course through his veins. While the Doctors claimed that it was medicine, Gordon knew that it was instead poison that was tearing him apart from the inside. Gordon clawed at the needle that he could feel piercing his skin but it simply would not budge even as he drew blood.

Gordon could feel everything.

There was fire running through his veins, there was metal digging into his body, his bones, his very soul. Every whisper was a shout and every shout a faint memory that had lost all meaning. The lights were too bright and too dim all at once and whenever he closed his eyes he could still see his own blood mixing with the water, he could still see where his body ended and the hydrofoil begin.

He knew they were only memories and that this time it was Alan that was hurt and not him and yet Gordon could still feel everything.

The white walls were closing in on him, the whirling machines counting down the fleeting moments that felt like eternity, the moments before his body will finally give up and shut down. 

Gordon’s head was spinning. The body on the bed wasn’t his own, he knew it wasn’t his own, and yet it was like he was staring at himself lying there covered in bruises and monitors and tubes and when Gordon remembered that it was Alan who was lying in that bed the guilt tore at him even deeper than the memories did.

That was his little brother who was lying there unconscious and yet here Gordon was, feeling like he was going to be sick just because he saw one stupid IV.

Alan was sleeping, not unconscious. Sleeping. He was alive, he was safe, he was just sleeping and soon enough he was going to wake up and he will chase away all the bad memories from Gordon’s mind because that’s just how amazing Alan was. But the idea of depending on Alan like that when Alan was the one who needed the special attention right now just made Gordon feel even worse.

What kind of older brother was he, expecting Alan to talk him down from an episode while Alan had a shattered leg and a myriad of new scars to add to his collection.

Gordon twisted, curling his legs up onto the chair and wrapping his arms around them. There was a flash of pain with the movement but Gordon pushed it away, knowing it wasn’t real. None of this was real. The burning in his veins, the shudders that washed over him as adrenaline rushed through his system trying to keep him alive, none of it was real.

The accident had been years ago and while Gordon knew that, that terrible feeling was still there and when Gordon closed his eyes he could see it all happening again and again and again.

He needed to ground himself, he could not afford to spin out of awareness here, not when Alan needed him.

Gordon locked eyes on Alan, confirming that he was still breathing deeply and evenly and confirming that the damn IV was still there. Gordon’s hands twitched as his veins burned anew. He could not touch it, he could not bare the thought of hurting Alan any more than he was already hurting. Alan was already in a hospital bed because of Gordon, he refused to cause him more pain just for his own reassurance that the memories were just memories.

But what if it was for Alan’s sake too? Doctor Storey claimed that the IV was to help him but maybe it wasn’t, maybe something had gone wrong and Alan was in fact unconscious because of whatever mysterious fluid was pumping through that IV? Taking it out would be what was best for Alan and Gordon had only ever wanted the best for Alan.

Gordon knew that she was shaking but he could not stop it, not when such familiar white walls surrounded him, not when that whirling machines echoed in his mind, and especially not when the same tubing that had snaked up his arm up to the hanging bag from the pole by the side of his bed all those years ago was now attached to Alan’s arm. 

The Doctors here claimed to want to help him, claimed that he was safe now but they could be lying. Those same Doctors had claimed that the medication will help ease the pain but it never did so why should Gordon trust his baby brother to their care?

The IV wasn’t just some saline or blood, who knew what they were drugging Alan with. Truely, it was Gordon’s responsibility to do something about it because only he knew the truth, only he knew that they were poisoning with Alan with ocean knows what.

Gordon launched himself forward and gripped onto the cannula connected to Alan’s arm.

“Don’t!”

He whipped around, pulling the IV out as he went.

The sharp scream behind him that made Gordon’s whole body jolt but his eyes were locked on the figure in the doorway. His head spun, blinking back blurs he hadn’t realised were there and as his legs shook, Gordon dimly wondered why everything felt so wrong. 

“The hell were you thinking?” Scott barked.

Gordon blinked, slowly, and twisted back around to the bed. 

Alan gave off another chocked sob as he clutched his arm, blood streaming through his fingers and staining the white fabric beneath him. All at once Gordon realised that he was still holding the IV but he now dropped it, stumbling away from the bed. Away from the guilt, away from his crying brother, away from the terrible thing he had just done.

Scott had already taken his place by the bed, holding pressure onto Alan’s bleeding arm. Alan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and Gordon felt sick all over again.

“I…” Gordon tried. “He…”

“Go get help.” Scott snapped. 

“Ri… Right.”

Of course he should go get help. Alan was bleeding, not because of his injuries but because of what he had just done.

Gordon did not remember sitting down.

In fact, he did not remember leaving behind the white walls and whirling machines and yet here he sat with his back pressed against a tree and his hands fidgeting with the grass beneath him. The sun was warm even in the shade and when the wind blew through his hair, Gordon felt himself take in a deep breath.

“You’re back?”

Gordon did not know why he was not at all shocked that John was sitting beside him even though the last time Gordon remembered seeing him was on the video feed during the last rescue. The rescue that had ended with Alan having a shattered leg and a stupid IV in his arm.

John set aside the book he was reading, giving Gordon his full attention. John did not meet his eye, he was rarely able to handle direct eye contact for a long time but Gordon was used to that and if anything he didn’t really want anyone meeting his eye right now.

“I guess…” Gordon mumbled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” John asked.

“No.”

If it were Virgil here he may have pushed a little further and if it was instead Scott then maybe he would have started the yelling right about now. But this wasn’t Scott or Virgil this was John and what John did best was listen.

“It’s stupid.” Gordon said. “I know I should just be glad that Alan’s going to be okay and I know I’m a shit brother.”

“But?”

“But it burns.”

Gordon pressed a hand against the crook of his elbow, hissing when it touched the raw skin. He hated that he could still feel the tubing but he hated even more that he had made Alan’s hospitalisation all about him.

John blinked, slowly, giving Gordon all the time he needed to process exactly what was happening and Gordon both hated him and loved him for it. It would be so much easier if John just slapped him and told him to get over himself or maybe yell at him for hurting Alan or do anything at all but sit there and listen to what Gordon had to say.

“I know it’s not real and I know it’s connected to all this deferred pain shit but I’m just sick and tired of this whole fucking thing. It’s been years but I’m still broken and now Alan’s hurt because of it and I never wanted to hurt Alan but I keep doing it because I’m so fucked up.”

“Gordon,” John said carefully. “You actually helped him.”

Gordon scoffed, twisting away. He really wasn’t in the mood for false reassurances, not when he had made Alan scream like that. 

“The medicine that they were using should have been too strong for Alan to feel that much pain when you ripped out the IV. By Alan reacting like that, they worked out that the medicine wasn’t actually doing anything.”

“But…” Gordon breathed. “He was sleeping easily.”

“No,” John grimaced. “No he wasn’t. Alan was drifting in and out of consciousness because of the pain he was in and we would have never known if it weren’t for you. They put him on a different medication that’s working now and he’s actually resting and it’s only because you pulled out that IV. It will still take time for him to recover fully but now he can do so with as little discomfort as possible.”

Gordon considered John’s words carefully. If it was Virgil he would be giving Gordon false assurances that everything was fine and if it were Scott then maybe he would claim all responsibility for not having realised that something was actually wrong. But this wasn’t Scott or Virgil, this was John.

John was kind, yes, but first and foremost he was honest.

“He was in pain.” Gordon said.

“Yes.” John said. “But now it’s being managed. Thanks to you.”

“I want to see him.”

“Like I said, Alan’s resting right now but-“

“I need to see him.” Gordon said more firmly. “I need to make sure I didn’t hurt him.”

“Gordon, he still has an IV and all the rest. Are you sure you’re ready to go back there?”

“He’s my Brother,” Gordon said. “I have to be with him.”

When Gordon tried to stand his legs shook and refused to hold his weight. He was more exhausted than he had realised, no doubt from the adrenaline that had long since drained from his body. Without comment or complaint, John hooked Gordon’s arm around his neck and helped him stand slowly, waiting several moments before letting Gordon take a step forward.

They walked through the hospital garden like that and even when Gordon felt a little more steady, John stayed close by just in case he needed it.

There was no sensation of burning in Gordon’s arm now. It was stinging a little, there was no doubt about that, his nails having drawn thin lines in some places and outright drawing blood in others, but it was not burning. There was no tubing that snaked through his body, no medicine that coursed through his veins. 

Gordon was safe and healthy and he was going to put aside his past if it meant helping Alan get through the present because that is what brothers do.

@mediwhumpmay

#@mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmay #Whump #Whump Fic #My writing #Fanfiction #Thunderbirds Are Go! #Gordon Tracy Whump #PTSD #Panic Attack #IV #ao3 link #mediwhumpmayday1

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, December, 2022

NOTE: I’m now crossposting to https://theweekinarrowfic.dreamwidth.org. Need more Arrow in your life? Why not try one of the multchapter fanfics recently completed by our talented fic writers?

Olicity

I get the sweetest feeling (that this is the start of something new) by StarlightDreamer21 (Oliver/Felicity, 3/3, 2022-12-01) - Felicity Smoak just moved to Starling City to start her new job at Queen Consolidated. It doesn’t take her long though to learn that her best friend, Thea, is the sister of the CEO. She moved here for new opportunities and adventures, but will she also find new love from the CEO who doubles as a 5 star chef?

I Object! by mindramblings (Oliver/Felicity, 2/2, 2022-12-25) - Oliver and Felicity were high school sweethearts, but they were torn apart by the distance adulthood brought to their lives. Despite the hurt and pain that it brings, Felicity is determined to face her past years later. So, she returns to Starling City...just in time for Oliver and Laurel's wedding. Memories bring out an emotional confession.

Other Arrow Ships

Arrow: The Paths To Tomorrow by HRwriter897, Onyon23 (Sara/Oliver, 23/23, 2022-12-09) - After the Crisis of infinite earths event, everything you thought you knew was changed. With the help of the one called The Specter, two individuals from Oliver’s life are given the chance to fix many mistakes and rebuild the world to be better prepared for what comes ahead.

Batgirl Sucks Cock by Batman_Batgirl_XXX (TottPaula) (Barbara Gordon/various including Barbara/Oliver, 4/4, 2022-12-22) - Batgirl thinks creatively to earn extra money to help finance her crusade in Gotham. She utilizes her best skill to earn a few benefactors. So how much cock could Batgirl suck if Batgirl would suck cock? Enough to finance her mission in Gotham as needed. Easy peasy. What millionaire would deny her request? An Arrowverse/ Batverse crossover. If Batman gets to eat pussy, Batgirl gets to suck cock!

What if...? by coldtime2000 (Rip Hunter/Leonard Snart, Sara/Leonard Snart, 33/33, 2022-12-15) - What if...? Fic What if...Would Rip have been married to Snart and not Miranda? After watching his husband die at the hands of Vandalo Savage, Rip Hunter decides to assemble a team to kill Vandalo and save the man he loves. But what if one of his team members is his husband? Only...this version of his husband is not yet his husband.

You can't be serious?! by Victoria832 (Natasha Romanov/Skye | Daisy Johnson; Felicity listed as character, 9/9, 2022-12-24) - When Skye gets the message that a friend of hers passed away Natasha is there to comfort her, to the surprise of her own team. May is starting to grow suspicious of their behavior. And then the two women just leave, leaving the team of three agents short and with lots of questions. A lot of Skye/Natasha

Touch Like a Memory by moonbeam (Oasiis) (Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Oliver and Dinah Lance listed as characters, 8/8, 2022-12-16) - Dick Grayson, an unclaimed Omega living under the protection of Alpha Bruce Wayne, spends most of his nights as Nightwing, protecting the people of Gotham from numerous threats. His life is relatively simple considering he's yet to break through his first Heat. But his entire world shifts when Dick stumbles upon an Alpha fighting/breeding ring and locks eyes with the mysterious Alpha 'Red'. He's determined to save Red, even if he doesn't fully understand why the urge is so strong, and with his family at his back to help him, he's sure to succeed. However, Bruce Wayne has had his eye on Dick for years in the hope of becoming his bonded Alpha and he doesn't take kindly to anyone that gets in the way. Notes: Set in the Gotham Knights (2022) game universe. This is a standalone AU in the series so feel free to skip to the next one if it's not your thing! <3

Altering The Calm by Phillipe363 (Sara/Oliver, 3/3, 2022-12-18) - Instead of the Olicity driven episode we got and starting so many issues, what if events went differently? What if the show followed a path of Oliver and Sara focused? How does one tiny difference along with other stuff making sense like Oliver caring about QC, change things? Find out.

Waverider Down by legendsstan19 (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 2/2, 2022-12-01) - Summary: When an SOS call goes out to everyone on Prime Earth they are confused why it’s the waverider when all of the sudden the waverider comes crashing down. Read as they help each other get the legends out and figure out what happened.

Любовь под названием «АваЛенс» by Bernyce_Kiuberty (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 28/28, 2022-12-15) - Какой будет жизнь, после свадьбы Сары Ленс и Эвелин Шарп? Единственное, что все знают точно - она не будет спокойной.

Sorry if you can by Bernyce_Kiuberty (Alex Danvers/Sara, Sara/Ava Sharpe, 2/2, 2022-12-15) - Всё началось с драки и закончилось свадьбой. В этом вся я. Хотите узнать кто моя избранница?

playboy, playboy by kapiushonnn (Oliver/Slade, 2/2, 2022-12-15) - Oliver Queen era el playboy más peligroso. hasta que se fijó en Slade Wilson. o pequeño estudio de Oliver Queen y algún que otro carácter en cuánto amor y Slade Wilson.

It's a Super Xmas Tale by AllyBP (Kara Danvers/Oliver, 4/4, 2022-12-22) - This is my annual SuperArrow Xmas story the introduction of a new crackship I believe many people will enjoy. ave fun and happy holidays.

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