#bears in trees more like bears in therapy

[aroace-poly-show]

everyone should scream that "do you wanna do you wanna go go cause a scene at the wedding awful words on the confetti" part of i'm doing pushups really loud me thinks. it's healing.

#marlo’s stuff #bit #bears in trees #dirtbag boyband #bears in trees more like bears in therapy #wait no that sounds like i'm putting them in therapy #anyway we did this at the bit concert #it was great 10/10 would do again #highly recommend

[tarjapearce]

YOU CANT JUST LEAVE US HEARTBROKEN LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭😭

HOW DO THEY MAKE UP??!!!!!

he better does grand gesture, and apologizes the right way!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭



Ngl, I'm so nervous about this. 🫣. Hope you like ~

Pt. 3

Miguel remained glued to the door where you just left. It wasn't the raucous door slam he had expected. Dread sit on his gut at the quietness of your departure.

You weren't one for boasting up or make a show out of the situations, but you had your temper and seeing this quiet yet nerve wrecking side of you only enervated his anger. Froze it completely, leaving him with a whirlwind of emotions that mutinied in his head to be felt first.

Self loathe and guiltiness the main contenders.

His arms rested on his chest, crossed. Defensive as the creaking door from Gabriel's room opened wider.

"Miguel?"

Gabriel's voice echoed so distant in his head, despite his younger brother being a few steps away from him. A raging stupor spreaded through his limbs.

"You ok?" Gabriel tried even though he already knew the answer. He just gave a silent nod and Gabriel didn't pry further. He'd try later.

----

One week. It had been one week since you had crossed that door and vanished from his life. His mind was a corded mess of over thinking, intrusive thoughts and of course, you.

No matter how much he tried to overwork himself back in the lab, his mind often gravitated towards you.

What would you been doing? We're you doing the same as he was? No. You were probably crying and letting it all out. Something he was still working on his own. Of course you'd recommend therapy, but again, pride and fear always came his way. He was doing fine, wasn't he?

Bullshit.

Lying to himself was another thing he had perfected to a T. And it was low key terrifying for him for you to see underneath the layers (he had made sure to build sturdier), with such ease after a couple of months into the relationship with you.

But there he was, tired bones, body and soul aching from the lack of sleep. His stomach churned at the little food he consumed, the rest was coffee, to try and keep himself awake.

Cause after trying to call you next day, the only reply he got was the automated announcement of the operator.

The number you're trying to reach is no longer available or is out of reach, please contact your-

And the message kept replaying over and over. His texts didn't go through. And it didn't help that Peter arrived with the box full of his stuffs you had kept.

Peter's words fell upon deaf ears.

Peter always knew how to give him his space, but wouldn't hesitate to step up, even if it meant to be called nosy and annoying by him later. He knew he meant good. But he wasn't ready to fully grasp the fact that you had left. All thanks to him and his insecurities, something you had embraced and loved without restrains.

You loved him.

His chest constricted at the raw memory of you saying that. And tightened even more upon laying down and feel your empty space in his bed. The pillow was still deflated in the shape you had left it that fateful morning. He didn't puffed it up, fearing that the little scent of you etched to it would fade forever.

He'd fall sleep watching that small space, hoping to feel you in the morning, snuggled next to him, with your head nested on the crook of his neck, holding him like a tiny marsupial that refused to be separated from it's tree.

It was when he slept the most. Soundly and comfortable. But now, only bad dreams came for a visit.

There was no good morning kisses, no bantering for whose turn was to make the breakfast and coffee. No morning sex that probably made Gabriel uncomfortable, but the younger O'Hara was too into his business and polite to say anything. No more corny movie nights he indulged with you just for the sake of hearing you laugh at the terrible acting and cringe dialogues.

No more of your hands playing and caressing his hair just cause you wanted so, no more excited bear hugs everytime you saw him. No more of your comforting touch and words whenever he had a bad dream. No more you praising him. No more you.

Gabriel had tried to distract him, but the effort only lasted for so little that he went back to his silent mourning.

He missed it all. Missed you.

---

Gabriel let Peter and Jess in, Peter's muffled voice trying to appease a caustic Jessica whose eyes settled on a surprised Miguel on the kitchen, drinking his fifth cup of coffee.

Peter gave him an awkward smile as he followed Jessica.

"You look terrible."

Despite her anger, Jessica only pointed at his unkempt and disheveled looks.

His stubble had grown, the eyebags underneath his lower lids more prominent, bloodshot eyes that were set in a void and solemn gaze, skin ashy from the lack of sun.

"Miguel" Peter started with a sigh, "You're clearly not fine. "

He grunted and sipped the bitter coffee.

"Look, this is not our business, but we're here as your friends."

Jessica saying your name and how you were doing made his grip on the mug tighter.

"I just... don't understand. You out of everyone know the relationship with her family. Yet you accused of being like them."

"I did not"

Miguel rubbed his face and sighed. Already feeling the emotional toll he had been neglecting for the past week.

"Are you calling my friend a liar, then? She came to me, weeping, with a hecking anxiety attack saying you didn't love her anymore."

"That's.... Not true."

The constricting feeling came harder than ever upon hearing Jess' words. How could you even think that he didn't love you? He did. More than he let on. But pride was surely costing him big time.

"Then own your mistakes."

Miguel's eyes casted away from the both. Peter rubbed his neck and sighed.

"Look, Mig. We're not telling you what to do here. But I can't stand see you like this. Not when you know you can do the right thing."

"It's not that easy"

"It was easy for you to judge her-"

"Jessica"

Peter frowned and Jessica glared

"It was easy for you to say such things to her, but it's hard to apologize?"

"Exactly. You think I don't know I fucked up? I know I have to make things right-"

"Then do it!. And take a bath, I can smell you from here."

Miguel half scowled half pouted at her words. Peter just patted his shoulder softly before leaving.

-----

His first attempt at apologizing failed. He had sent flowers to your job, only for the delivery man to tell him that you had returned them, along with the box of chocolates you've always wanted to try.

He wanted to taste the waters before actually step in. And so far they'd drown him if he ventured deep enough.

But he was fighting against the tide.

---

The cold rain had soaked him, ruined the flowers and his hairstyle. He wanted to make things right, but knew that couldn't do it looking like shit. He had taken the time in getting ready. Black pants and shoes, a deep green button shirt, one that you had picked for him and praised him nonstop about it in one of your shopping outings.

Necklace in one of his pockets, flowers in one hand and his heart on the other.

Gabriel just teased him with a smile before he left. Glad that his brother seemed with a spark again.

But the rain, had ruined his plans. And now he was soaked, hair a wet wavy mess, shivering with a single tulip in his hands, all before your apartment's door.

He'd know you'd be home, it was your resting day. Taking a deep breath and swallowing back the anxiety gnawing at his head and heart, he rang the doorbell.

Small taps of your fuzzy slippers echoed closer and closer, your voice soft and serene. The same way you'd talk to him when he was grumpy or in a bad mood.

Who were you talking to?

The thought of you moving on so fast crossed his mind but instantly was fulminated. You weren't like that. You still loved him.

Right?

His breath hitched once your door swung partially open, revealing you. A messy bun ontop your head, phone on hands, puffed eyes that were red from previous crying, a sweater double your size and comfy pj pants.

"I-I'll call you later. Hm. Bye" You sniffled and hung up the call.

You closed the door on his face and he stilled for a moment, the shuffling of your locks finally turned to swung open the door completely. He swallowed thickly

Mahogany eyes locked in yours, you frowned and he sighed.

"May I... Come in?"

Miguel sighed and offered you the lone and wet white tulip. Your favorite, as a peace offer.

"Please?"

Despite the inner turmoil in your heart, you stepped aside and let him in.

Baby steps.

He swallowed as he ventured deeper in your home. It had changed little to nothing. Just like you. The only visible change in your factions was the restless look he shared with you.

You went to the bathroom and brought him a towel. He didn't know how would you react if he just pulled you closer and held you tightly.

He just took the towel instead, brushing cold fingers against warm ones. His body almost sung in delight at the little feeling of you again.

But he knew he had lost the right to your physical affection. To your attention, and the fact that you had received him and still looked after him in the admist of his wrongdoings, humbled him.

You went to the kitchen and put the kettle to boil. He was on the edge as he removed his shirt and wet clothes.

"W-What are you..." You looked at him in mild alarm as he wrapped the towel around his waist. The storm kept raging outside, thunders only enhancing the heavy atmosphere that settled between you both.

"Relax, don't wanna catch a cold."

His skin full of goosebumps, probably cold by the unforgiving rain. You went back to the living room and fetched the blanket you were using.

"Here."

You only watched him, but he refused to meet your gaze just yet.

"Im sorry."

He blurted and his eyes softened at you bracing yourself.

"I fucked up, didn't I?."

"Big time."

He nodded and wrapped himself the blanket on his shoulders. Being both emotionally and physically naked before you wasn't something he had planned on. But it was one of the least of his concerns.

You had put the tulip in a small vase and soon poured two mugs of hot cinnamon and milk tea, a drinking habit he had rubbed on you.

You sat on the couch, he followed.

"I know you don't want me here but, I really need to make this right. If... you don't want to continue this, I'll understand. I'll respect whatever choice you make."

"I just don't know if I can trust you, Miguel."

A stab on his chest. A well deserved one. He nodded.

"Is there anything I can do to fix that? Can I still fix it? "

You sighed softly and shook your head, "I don't know. I want to believe you, believe that something like that won't ever happen again."

You squeezed the mug in your hands

"You have no idea how... your words hurt. Even worse when you looked at me with such anger and disgust. It felt like my family looking at me when I left them."

Your voice cracked and he tensed, but slowly reached for your hand. Relief washing over him as you didn't recoil from his touch this time. The tea long forgotten.

"Te prometo, que nunca volverá a pasar. Y sabes que soy un hombre de palabra. I know what I said is unjustifiable, But I can't stand this... space between us" (I promise this won't happen again. You know I'm a man of word)

You knew he wasn't good with feelings, that he sometimes needed a reminder to  look for help, the way he breathed as he spoke the last two words made you smile a little. He was trying.

"I know" You sniffled and wiped your eyes.

"Do you... want me to stay away until you feel ready to try it again?"

A vehement shake of your head.

"I need to get it out cause... I don't know if I can't keep bottling up these things anymore. I'm not... sweeping my feelings under the rug anymore. I'm tired of that."

"That's... something I need to keep working on"

His hand slicked his front bangs away from his face.

"It's something I've always admired from you, mi niña." His hands grabbed yours once more, relishing in the warmth and grounding feeling your body provided him, "You've... always made it look easier. I tried to learn but... I guess it doesn't works like that."

"It takes time. And willingness to share. I could teach you."

"Have you... ever felt like I'm not willing to share things or that I'm too closed off with you?"

"Yes. I feel like mostly of the times I need to take initiative for you to do things with me. That's why I said you didn't want me"

He rubbed his face as his chest constricted, just like his throat.

"I know, sometimes I'm an ass"

"Un pendejo, de hecho" (A dumbass, actually)

He chuckled and nodded as he entwined his hand with yours.

"And I'm sorry if I ever took you for granted. I'm sorry for... the many things I should've done better but I didn't cause I knew you'd stay with me anyways. And... I'll forever regret that it came to this point for me to realize that" 

He cradled you close and held you with such gentleness it made your heart thump in relief. One of his arms went around your waist as his other hand caressed your hair.

Miguel was now resting on the armchair of your couch, you lying ontop of him. He didn't need the blanket anymore. His hands were too fearful of you slipping away from him.

"Have you ever felt judged by me?" Your voice soft, and melodic, music to his anxious heart.

He shook his head and pressed a firm kiss on your temple. You closed your eyes, melting into the caresses he gave as his hands roamed gently your back, saying 'She's here. She's real. She's mine again'

"All the opposite. You really felt that I didn't love you?"

"That and that you didn't want me anymore"

He sighed and cupped your face to give you a tiny and gentle kiss as he squeezed you against him.

"Mensa." (Dummy)

Your hand reached up to pull a strand of his hair as a little vendetta and he chuckled.

" Te voy a demostrar que te amo" (I'll prove my love for you)

"Can't wait" There was a little flush on your cheeks. You knew that his heartfelt and most sincere words came better in spanish.

There was a silent moment, the drip drops of the rain against your window were the perfect lullaby for you to close your eyes.

Tonight you'd sleep soundly, so would he. His hand on your hair trembled. These forms of intimacy always made him marvel at how easy was to keep you and himself happy.

"I've missed you." He whispered only for you. Your heart frisked in contempt, cause only you could make him say such words.

"I've missed you too"

He caressed your cheek once more and smiled gently.

"Are we good?"

"We're working on it"

The heavy and unpleasant feeling slowly melting off from him. He smiled as he secured you in his arms.

---

The dim lit room soon made him to yawn, awakening in a different place. A soft startle, but feeling his arms occupied with you, snuggled against him, face hidden in the crook of his shoulder, deeply asleep.

His arms couldn't get enough of feeling your skin. Feeling you, to make sure his mind wasn't hallucinating. You had given him another chance and he was ready to prove himself worthy of you.

His soft kisses on your hair stirred you awake as you hooked a leg on his waist, But when he mimicked you, his whole frame engulfed you, earning a little squeal.

He smiled as he kept crushing you.

"Miguel!" You whimpered and he let you go. Everything felt like before. Like it should.

"Want some breakfast? "

He whispered as he curled on you. you'd gladly make the big spoon if needed, strong hands cradling you closer as you nodded

"Later though, Let's stay five more minutes." You kissed his forehead in exchange.

Yeah, everything was as it should. His world was spinning again and you in the middle of it. His own moon and stars.

"Pitufina?"

You grunted at the nickname.

"¿Me amas?" (Do you love me?)

"Y mucho." ( A lot)

You mumbled in between sleepy whispers. the golden necklace once more around your neck.

"Do you?"

He grope you tighter at the question.

"More than I thought possible."

------

Taglist:

@kinkybandages

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #Pre Soccer Family ⚽🕷️ #Reconciliation #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst

[ceirinen]

December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Anon | Alfie Solomons

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

#cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #neil lewis x reader #finnick odair x reader #thomas shelby x reader #lenny miller x reader #arthur shelby x reader #mike kiernan x reader #william killick x reader #alfie solomons x oc #robert fischer x reader #edward cullen x reader #tom buckley x reader #luca changretta x reader #fic rec #monthly reads #fic recommendation

[criesinliess]

━JUNE 2023; susan's recs

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

make my heart surrender — masterlist @nolita-fairytale

the bear & the fox — masterlist @thatone-brightstar

MARVEL

━━BUCKY BARNES

i like me better when i am with you @themorningsunshine

be(tter) in reality with me @t-lostinworlds

too hot, an arm cold @↑

━━MIGUEL O’HARA

el trato (the deal); part2; part3; part4; part5; part6; part7; part8; part9 @messylustt

what’s in between @ghost-with-a-teacup

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known @angel-eyes05

the wishing tree; part2 @luveline

heart-shaped plaster @↑

overworked @↑

multiverse parenting @allthingsimagines

what the f-!?; what!?; he what!? @carpecaelo

a hug @messylustt

XO KITTY

━━MIN HO

bet u wanna @parkerflix

love countdown @↑

hot & cold @writingmeraki

LOCKWOOD&CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

protective lockwood @thetarsier

leave the door open @atlabeth

love; part2 @givemea-dam-break

SCREAM

━━ETHAN LANDRY

a chance for change @astrxq

more than enough @iwritefandomimagines

can i be him @bloatedandalone04

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

ease your mind @lady-ashfade

━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV

the blonde @futurecorps3

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

a forgotten birthday @colourfulsuitwonderland

like i can; part2; part3 @sometimesanalice

━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

excuses part8; part9; part10 @callsign-viper

KNIVES OUT

━━RANSOM DRYSDALE

the assistant; four christmases; first blood; therapy; baby blues @trillian-anders

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

hearts on the telephone line @t-lostinworlds

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

armour @probably-writing-x

#susan's recs #fics recs #carmy berzatto x reader #bucky barnes x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #min ho x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #ethan landry x reader #kaz brekker x reader #nikolai lanstov x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #steve harrington x reader #rafe cameron x reader

[theredofoctober]

MANNA FIC— CHAPTER ONE: PAPRIKA

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, mild Daddy kink (it'll all make sense).

Chronologically this is the first chapter in the series.

Keep reading after the cut

Later, when you reflect on your first meeting with Dr. Hannibal Lecter, you will marvel at the Sybilan apprehension that had wreathed the merest detail of that night: the oppressive colours of his office, grey and vermillion from window to wall, the very choice to have you see him at an evening appointment, penning you in by way of the darkness.

Yet, as you sit across from Hannibal in a low leather chair, you contain only a spiteful rancour, one foot jouncing testily as the doctor attempts to extract answers from you beyond a penchant for grudging monosyllables.

“I understand that you have seen therapists in the past,” he says, in a neutral tone.

You stare at the curtains in their dissected oblongs of red and ash, like bloodied teeth against the wall: anything but meet the eyes that seem to have already picked you apart in the mere minutes you have been before him.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “A couple of times. CBT stuff. I hated it. Doesn’t work for me.”

Dr. Lecter offers you a smile so imperceptible that he might not have moved at all.

“Understandable. Cognitive behavioural therapy is a better fit for anxiety and negative thinking— it has its place, but for patients with deeper trauma, their illness may prove too complex for it to be effective. Dialectical behavioural therapy would perhaps be more suitable, in your case.”

Shrugging curtly, you do not ask him to elaborate. There is no therapy in the book that you would warm to; you had set out tonight only to put an end to familial begging, in its absence of dignity.

You resent the nakedness of your secrets before this stranger, before anyone, your suffering made public domain. Like a brow-beaten captive, you are moved to defend your self abuse against all those who seek to extract it from you.

Hannibal watches you with a dry intensity, his gaze rarely straying from your face. He is a lean, polished figure in an impeccable red check suit, dark hair swept back from a face of meticulous and rather interesting beauty.

His brows are low, almost invisible, his eyes small, and as dark as tree flux, the nose—straight, and as debonair as the rest of him—leading down from two furrows that suggest an earnest and curious whimsy.

His air, thus far, has been both tactful and polite, unperturbed by your close-mouthed unwillingness to yield to quizzing in even the most inoffensive line. You should like him, you suppose, yet you have already branded him an enemy.

He is a man; how could you ever be expected to open up to him?

“How long have you struggled with your eating disorder?” asks Hannibal.

You cross your arms over your chest, barring him out, a theological defence against the vampire of such dreaded questioning.

“You’ve read my records. You already know.”

“Certainly, but I would like to hear your experience in your own words. Such documents may represent only the most objective truths, and reveal very little of you, or what you are feeling at any given moment. Besides, they are as fallible as the professionals that create them. If there are any inaccuracies, your answers will bring them to light.”

The implication that you may share, with him, an honesty that you have refused previous therapists bears a quiet arrogance that might have won you over, were you not set so resolutely in your hatred.

“Fine,” you say. “I’ve had it since I was a kid.”

‘IT’; the word may as well be in baleful capitals, the introduction to some eponymous beast. You will give your ailment no other name aloud, have never done so, except in clandestine internet entry, forcing the thorn further beneath the nail.

Dr. Lecter digests your simple answer, finding flavour in its enigma.

“You have no intentions of recovery without intervention. What served you in your formative years, you will continue to savour.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get better,” you retort. “It’ll always be there, so what’s the point?”

The question had shaken previous professionals into stumbling objection; not so Hannibal Lecter, whose ambiguous calm nevertheless bears the same imperceptible threat as the night.

“Would you say the same to an alcoholic?” he asks. “Many live out their lives through a succession of losses and victories, and likewise, many emerge fulfilled and content in having struck out on the path of self-betterment. Yet, by your logic, you would condemn them all in their relationship to illness.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” you object; your foot bounces so violently over the arm of the chair that Hannibal glances at it, his focus unbalanced by the distraction. “It’s different for me, okay?”

“In what regard? What prevents you from regarding your own struggles with the same grace?”

“It’s... it's not the same. I don't want to talk about it.”

Panic makes you feel almost buoyant in the room, a kite with your string cut, to be devoured by the wind.

“You have not yet reached the point that recovery seems possible, or even desirable to you,” says Hannibal, across your distress. “That is quite normal. For many individuals with eating disorders, recovery can take up to ten years to achieve— a long and difficult road, yet while there is no permanent cure, there is still reward in that destination.”

This you have heard before, in other iterations; he loses you a little, a mistake that he seems to catch in your reply.

“You don’t understand.”

“If you mean that I cannot directly empathise, that is true,” says Dr. Lecter. “I do not share your struggles. Food is a great pleasure to me. Still, I comprehend the crux of your illness— that you once seized a handhold in a rock when you were falling, and still refuse to let it go when there is earth to hold you.”

You continue to jiggle your shoe in a pattern of agitation.

“You’ll never be able to hold me.”

Hannibal leans forward and places a hand upon your foot, guiding it soundly still again.

“That remains to be seen.”

Your breath peters in your throat. It apalls you that he has touched you without asking, that his hand—so warm through the leather of your sneaker—makes you imagine it within the wet turncoat of your cunt.

Suddenly you’re standing from your seat without acknowledging the motion that led you there, like a frame scratched from an old tape.

“I’m leaving,” you say, abruptly. “I’m sorry. This just isn’t for me.”

Hannibal looks up at you, and the still, smooth planes of his features alarm you in their lack of urgency.

“Please,” he says. “Sit down. You will not be leaving here today.”

He is so slim and unassuming in his tailored suit that you feel yourself the red-capped girl of fairy tale, entering an elder’s cabin to the appetites of a wolf.

“What are you talking about?” you whisper.

Dr. Lecter leans forward, speaking with a low and graceful regret.

“I must inform you that your parents have signed a written agreement for you to enter inpatient care, overseen by myself and a colleague.”

Betrayal breaks across you in a death bed sweat: how could they? What have they done?

“No!” you say. “You're lying.”

Dr. Lecter pats a folder resting on the arm of his chair.

“I would be willing to show you the paperwork, if you insist upon it.”

“I don’t care,” you say, your voice a shrill of indignation. “They can’t just send me away without my permission! It’s illegal!”

“As guardians to a vulnerable adult, it is entirely so.”

You don’t believe him, although your parents evidently did, pressed by their earnest desperation to reverse the agonies of time.

“Whatever,” you say, coldly. “I’m not staying.”

Hannibal tilts his head at an angle of frosty amusement, and suddenly you grasp that this is no ordinary intervention, but incarceration, for reasons yet unknown.

Terror snarls through you like thunder, and you run for the door, wrenching at the handle to find it locked against you.

“What the fuck?” you cry, though you had known in your most basic, animal senses that this man—this room—would be your undoing.

Dr. Lecter has gotten up from his seat and is striding towards you, seizing your arms at the wrists, as firmly as a father; you turn your head in a feral reflex and attempt to bite him, stalled by the wool of his jacket in your teeth. He turns your writhing figure towards him, your skirt bunched up to your waist in the struggle, his palm a blacksmith’s tool on your bare skin, a scarring heat.

His expression is scarcely altered by the struggle, his breathing slow, even. You are no threat to him; he has surely restrained patients like this before, a necessary training.

You will not go quietly, as perhaps others have, before you. You bring your knee into his groin until you hear him grunt in the desired pain, but he does not lose his grip upon you, only drives you back against the door, his eyes churning with a wild satisfaction.

“You will learn not to disobey, little one,” he says, and before you can absorb the threat there is a needle at your neck, and chemical night.

You half-wake some hours later to the voices of two men, one of them Hannibal, the other unfamiliar, speaking in a curt and cautious rhythm.

“This is her?” asks the unknown man— through fluttering eyelids you see him, all rumpled hair and scowling good looks, an image from some obscure Brontë novel. “The patient you talked about on the phone? What have you given her? She looks out of it.”

“A mild sedative,” Hannibal replies, “with some additional compounds. It’s alright, Will. She will revive soon, likely in a confused state. This will pass.”

Will hangs back, his mouth an angle of uncertainty.

“Forgive me, Dr. Lecter, but I’m a little confused as to what I’m doing here.”

“Your role will be paramount to the healing process,” says Hannibal, touching a hand to his colleague’s flannel sleeve with familiar tenderness. “Together, we will each be whatever our subject requires from one moment to the next. A healer, a father, a lover, a friend—”

“All while crossing the boundaries of what could be considered valid treatment into an inappropriate relationship,” Will cuts in, sharply. “Surely that’s only going to make things worse.”

Dr. Lecter approaches you, adjusting a pillow behind your head; you are too out of it to object, unsure whether it is a chair or a bed you occupy in your prone state.

“What is appropriate is not always the most effective method of healing,” says Hannibal. “This patient requires complex support. Decisions to be made for her that other professionals would not be comfortable making.”

Will shakes his head, grimly amused.

“And you are.”

“Certainly. Over the years I have seen results from the most unorthodox approaches. I have an interest in observing how she will respond to mine.”

You watch the two men exchange glances, and blearily wonder if they are merely friends, or something more.

“Dr. Lecter, I have no idea how to connect with her,” says Will. “And frankly the idea of trying isn’t something I’m particularly enthusiastic about.”

“Your discinclination to be involved may work to her benefit,” says Hannibal, smoothly. “While my part is to provide gentle guidance and compassion, you will offer the firm hand required to leash the chaos of her disturbed mind and behaviours.”

Will scoffs in disbelief.

“The good cop, bad cop routine? That seems a little obvious for you, doctor.”

“And yet it may be precisely what she craves. Stability. Discipline.”

At this, there is a certain change in the air of the room; one day, you will know it as hunger, so many appetites contained between two men.

“Well, which one is going to come first?” asks Will, relenting. “Stability, or discipline?”

“When she is fully awake, we will know," say Hannibal. "And we will deliver it.”

#ao3 writer #dark fic #manna fic #dark!fic #hannibal lecter x reader #dark hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere will graham #will graham x reader #tw eating disorders #tw noncon

[wishing-stones]

how would everybody (or just the boys if you feel like it) react if they managed to, just. like. somehow meet or interact with 8 year old Dream and Nightmare? like, back before the incident

Ouch.

Killer hardly believes what he's seeing. He's heard about Nightmare looking a lot like Dream before the curse happened, but seeing them together is a wildly different beast. He thinks it's cute how Nightmare tries to defend Dream by pushing his twin behind him, but... Killer is shockingly okay with kids sometimes, so he'd talk them both down. Chances are he wouldn't get out of that without a flower crown.

Dust kind of.... absorbs the situation and sits down to talk with the two of them. He's quiet and gentle. Nightmare is pretty quick to get closer because he can sense the latent negativity Dust has. He tries to play tiny therapist, and it doesn't really go his way... but Dust will indulge them and make daisy chains. He also might go threaten the villagers within an inch of their lives to leave the twins the fuck alone.

Axe is... let's face it, pretty scary. He'd come bearing treats, though, and once it's apparent that he just looks scary, they're both a lot more trusting of him. Dream's attempts at trying to fix the hole in his skull are cute, but Axe has to physically pick him up and set him down to keep him away from it. He teaches them about some simple edible plants and how to make stuff from them without the need for a proper kitchen.

Cross sees the opportunity and takes it. If he can't fix what went wrong in his AU... the least he can do is help someone else try to fix theirs. He appoints himself their guard, so they don't have to worry about anything because he will take care of it. He winds up with a lot of flower jewelry, and before too long, his hood trim is mostly flowers. He absolutely steers people away from the tree and sometimes follows Dream into town. Still... he can only delay the inevitable.

Baggs is very confused, but puts two and two together quite fast. He's very gentle with children, and treats their injuries and scrapes better than they can. He also is adamant about their communication, and facilitates them talking to each other about their problems and frustrations. Just because they're children doesn't mean they get a free pass from therapy. He is also delighted to turn people away from the tree, and... for some reason, they don't really come back unless they really need help.

Ink sticks around for a little bit, does some fun things with them, but he absolutely will not get involved in altering the timeline. He can't. No matter how much it sucks, he can't intervene in canon events. It's in the script, and he can't alter that. He'd make himself scarce before it happened, though. No need to have that resentment follow him.

Blue is the polar opposite and would do everything in his power to protect the mini version of one of his best friends and his twin brother. Blue with a reason to guard something that fiercely is a dangerous prospect, and he's not afraid to put the smackdown on someone for being a jackass to little Nightmare. However, like Cross.... he can only delay the inevitable, not prevent it.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #feat. star sanses #feat. dream and nightmare

[anonymous-dentist]

Something from Royalty AU? Or something about from Richas’ other dads’ perspective in BD. Like, a day in the life of Tazercraft or whatever the heck Forever does instead of getting a job *coughflirtingwithvariousrichmencough*

Set between chapters 9 and 10 of Breaking Dawn.

-

It's Friday night, which means it's time to go digging again.

Ugh.

"I don't see why we can't just get Cell to get us someone," Pac grumps. He slumps in his seat with his arms crossed, the seatbelt digging into his neck uncomfortably. "That's gotta be easier than digging someone up once a week."

Mike just kind of shrugs in response. He's driving, so Pac respects his decision not to start gesturing around like a crazy person like he normally does when they have this kind of argument.

"What, do you want to break his therapy?" Mike asks. He shakes his head. "It's easier just to get somebody on our own."

"I'm just saying that we have our own personal serial killer and we aren't even using him."

"You're way too casual saying that. Show some respect."

"Says the guy about to experiment on a dead body."

Mike, wisely, shuts up.

Content, Pac snuggles into his seat and watches the trees fly by outside. In a week, he and Mike and Forever and... well, just the three of them now, he supposes, will be out there. It's exciting, but, man, he's starting to get sick of it.

Their usual graveyard has been compromised by that freaky weird bear-looking guy setting up its ice cream truck across the street (which has to be bad for customers, by the way), so now they have to drive all the way across the island just to dig up a corpse, which is so annoying.

By the time they make it to their grave of choice, the moon is high in the sky, and it's making Pac's skin itchy. He can feel the full moon creeping up on him, fun!

Pac, of course, is doing most of the digging. Mike's more of a scientist than a graverobber, and Pac's always happy to get a workout in.

Mike is on a nearby bench scrolling through his notes on his tablet.

"He should have the adrenaline levels we need..." he muses.

Pac hits the coffin with his shovel. Bingo.

He clambers out of the grave and waves Mike over for an inspection. Mike comes, and he looks down at the body as Pac lifts the coffin's lid with expert precision.

"This isn't him," Mike eventually says.

Pac lets the coffin fall shut. "What?"

"Wrong grave. This guy died of natural causes."

Pac groans. They don't want that. They need someone who died young and healthy for their, like, health juices or whatever.

(He's an engineer, he doesn't really get the biology bits. That's Mike's job.)

"Alright," Pac sighs. He reaches a hand out of the grave, and Mike takes it and pulls him up. "Find the right guy, I'm gonna fill this in."

Man, who knew finding the secret of life would be this much hard work? It almost makes Pac wish they stuck with finding a cure to lycanthropy, this is just too much.

#asks! #monster au fic #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Jazz’s Bedroom🌼🛌

    Made a bedroom for my version Jazz🌼. Normally OG Jazz’s room doesn’t have all the ember stuff excpet sometimes the guitar but it shows her room the most. It's pretty much your typical teenage girl room with mainly various pinks and some orange details. Usually having some stationery, books and pictures like flowers and I believe a Japanese Temple:

I wanted to show more of Jazz’s character in her room. I wanted to push the academia aesthatic more since she loves things like school, research and reading so I gave our fav bookworm A LOT of books as well as a well organized desk with a bunch of specials awards like Spelling bees and Chess and stuff she probably got at school since she seems highly regarded at School with a Yale flag. Yales often mentioned about her being interested in. The DMS-5-TR and "Thinking in Pictures" book by Temple Grandin she has in her shelf was a suggestion from @spoopylockerghost724​ since for my Jazz she’s especially interested in psychology and therapy. It's also why I added a Rorschach test by her window seat.

I also added other things aside from books like the yoga ball, knitting basket, chess, arts and crafts, puzzles, etc to show the other kind of stuff she’s into, not just books.

Her desk was actually based a bit on the one I own myself.

For her room I was looking A LOT at IKEA especially for her windowseat/bookshelf

I also wanted to show her as a girl who tries to promote a positive and zen energy and enviroment and follows feng shui tips but not strictly (she loves doing her work in her room), like light colors and being careful of arrangement. Feng shui says you shouldn't have ur bed face the mirror unless covered and her mirror can etheir be flipped over or covered when she goes to bed. She also has things like calming seashells, mental health and esteem posters, a chakra tree, etc. 

I also wanted to show she’s a bit of a theater kid by having some mini broadway music posters along with the other stuff🎭

I also changed her Bearbert Einstein plush to a  Bearik Bearikson. Here's info explaining it in more detail. I added a lot of bear stuff I'm making them her fav animal🐻🐻🐻

I also wanted a mix of mature but also teenage girl by havign things like that teddy bear piggy bank I found pictures of online and stuffed animals. Show while she does her best to be mature, she’s still a kid and enjoys youthful things and uses her room as a way to just let herself be a kid and not worry about others seeing her as childish.

I changed her primarly pink bedroom to having more aqua colors as it's her motif color, soothing especially for a bedroom, and I made the pink stuff into warmer peach like pastels. Also for an ocean aesthatic🌊🐚

What do u think? What kind of stuff do you think could be in Jazz's bedroom? Id love to know💖

I also made a bedroom for Sam & Tucker

Sam

Tucker

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #dp jazz #bedroom #background illustration #background design #background art #my art #dp fanart #phandom #phandom art

[disneytva]

Big City Greens Plants Season 4 Premiere For September 23 on Disney Channel + Guest Cast List

Bingo Bango! Disney Branded Television has set primetime premieres for Big City Greens Season 4 slated to debut Saturday September 23 at 8:00PM EST only on Disney Channel and streaming October 25 only on Disney+.

The episodes airing on September 23 – 'Truck Stopped / Jingled' – have "Tilly and Cricket wrestle with indecision at a truck stop between Big City and the country" in the former, while the latter sees Tilly becoming a Big City jingle writer and rising through the ranks. In addition to premiering on Disney Channel, episodes will also be added to Disney Plus on October 25, 2023.

Guest Stars on Season 4 include musican Michael Bolton as Rick Razzle on Jingled where Tilly wants to become a Big City jingle writer and rising through the ranks. Other guest stars for Season Four include June Diane Raphael (Marvel "Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur"), Tom Green ("The Tom Green Show"),NHL player Brad Marchand,Margo Martindale (Sony Pictures "Cocaine Bear"),podcaster Justin McElroy, Tim Meadows (ABC Network "The Goldbergs"), Dean Norris (AMC "Breaking Bad", "Better Call Saul"), Comedian Ms. Pat, Amy Seradis (Netflix "Bojack Horseman", Lucasfilm "The Mandalorian") and comedian Trevor Wallace.

Since it's debut on 2018, Big City Greens has been one of Disney Television Animation recent hits with multiple shorts, a NHL game -themed broadcast special in collaboration with ESPN and a animated feature film based on the series is on production slated for a 2024 release, the series spawned a new legacy of Disney TVA creators like Natasha Kline with chicano lead-driven animated comedy series "Primos" slated for 2024 and more animated shows on development for Disney Channel by Big City Greens Alumnis. (Cheyenne Curtis,Monica Ray, Amy Hudkins,Raj Bruggemann and Houghton Brothers mentor C.H Greenblatt) who will be getting series orders in the coming months.

The new season will include the show's 100th episode, which is a major landmark for any animated series, but especially for a Disney Channel series with few ever making it quite that far. "Season four is pure insanity," says Chris Houghton, Big City Greens co-creator and executive producer. "Tilly becomes a commercial jingle-writer, Cricket tries stand-up comedy, Bill loses his mind like six times, and Gramma dabbles in minimalism. The fact that we have such a fun arena to play in when it comes to these characters is not lost on us or our crew. Even though we’ve told so many stories with these characters, this season feels fresher than ever." "There are some very funny and silly episodes in this season," adds Shane, "like 'Handshaken' where country folks act like western gunslingers, but assert their power through firm handshakes. There are also a few emotional episodes that reach out and give your heart a good squeeze – 'Family Tree' is one that makes me tear up every time I watch a cut of it. And biggest of all, Chip Whistler is back! This season may have more action, adventure, and thrills than any previous season! And here's a couple rapid-fire teases you’ll see in season four: Gloria hires a new café employee, Vasquez goes to therapy, and the kids meet a long lost family member."

Additionaly Big City Greens will continue with new shorts trought the Disney TVA multi-platform division trought Chibi Tiny Tales, Broken Karaoke,Theme Song Takeover, How NOT To Draw & Random Rings.

Big City Greens characters will continue to host on the Disney Television Animation's crossover compilation series "Chibiverse" as it's second season is slated to debut Saturday September 23.

#Big City Greens #BCG #Shane Houghton #Chris Houghton #Disney Channel

[vilevenom]

Woo! I think I managed to work my way through my writers block! I give you, a sequel/second chapter to "Shooting Stars"~ And I'm dedicating it to @ninja-go-to-therapy & @bitterbunny07 for being sweet when I mentioned Clay and Trollex were the only ones I could write yesterday 😘 I hope y'all enjoy some more claylex! It's a touch spicy near the end, so just bear that in mind.

Clay was nervous, which was a not something he was used to feeling. At least, not since he was practically a trolling and he was forced to perform in front of others when BroZone had started to take off. Even when he'd left the troll tree, or when he began to help Viva with running the golf course, he'd only really felt mild trepidation. Not full out, knee knocking nerves like he was experiencing now as he stood on the shore on the lake next to Pop village, waiting for the submarine fish that would bring the techno trolls to the surface. He wasn't the only one waiting, as a visit from the King of the Techno trolls did warrant a small handful of others to be waiting to greet their visitors, including Queen Poppy, but Clay certainly felt like he was alone.

"You gonna make it, Mr. Clay?"

Clay let out a breath, shaking his head a bit as he turned a slightly wobbly smile on Viva, who offered him an understanding smile of her own. "I, uh…probably. After all, this isn't a big deal, right? He's just coming to visit. It's not like we haven't hung out before."

"Well…I mean, this is different, though?" Viva said as she stepped up next to Clay, gently resting her hand on his elbow. "You guys barely knew each other before. Now you're, like, trying to be a couple."

"Are we?" Clay practically wheezed, lifting his hands to wring them together. "I mean, we talked a lot, and we made out and stuff, and he said he didn't want it to be a one time thing, but….does that mean we're a couple? He never said that's what he wanted. And he never really said anything before we left Techno reef."

"Maybe so, but he did say he wanted to see you more, right? That means something. And the fact that he's coming all the way to Pop village just to see you," Viva hummed, shifting to wrap her arms around one of Clays, while resting her head on his shoulder. "Just talk to him, if you're this wound up about it. The worst that can happen is that you know, exactly, what he's looking for in this…thing. With you."

Clay sighed as he tipped his head to rest on top of Viva's, lifting a hand to gently sweep up and down her arm. "Yeah, you're right. I can't keep catastrophizing. I should just pull off the band-aid and get it over with."

"Exactly," Viva hummed, lifting her head as the submarine fish rose from the depths of the lake. It let out a rumbling, groaning sound before it opened its mouth near the shore, revealing a dozen or so techno trolls, with King Trollex grinning like an idiot near the center of them.

"LIVE WIRE!"

Clay heard Trollex's shout from across the beach, lifting his hand in greeting as Trollex gave a cursory greeting to Poppy, before watching as the King bolted over to where he and Viva were stood. "Oh, I am definitely in the way," he heard Viva murmur next to him as she quickly extracted herself from his side. He blinked in confusion and glanced her way, only to grunt in surprise as Trollex scooped him into his arms and spun him around with a whoop.

"I missed you!" Trollex crowed, grinning as he set Clay back on his feet.

"Yeah, me too," Clay said with an apprehensive little laugh, a bit off kilter from being spun. He froze as Trollex's hands came up to cup his face, a surprised squeak escaping him as he was unexpectedly kissed. In front of everyone. His brain short circuited and his hands hovered in the air, not quite sure what to do with himself, even as Trollex pulled away. He glanced around quickly to find Viva giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up, while Poppy giggled behind her hand.

"Oh, sorry. Was I not supposed to-?" Trollex also glanced around, shifting backwards from Clay a bit, only to be stopped by Clay's hand on his wrist.

"No! No. Sorry, that was just, uhm…unexpected," Clay said with an awkward chuckle, suddenly feeling like every troll on the beach was watching them. "The only one who usually greets me so enthusiastically is Viva."

"Viva kisses you frequently in greeting?"

Clay snorted and smacked his hands over his face with a quiet groan. "No, that's not-" he cut himself off and sighed, dragging his hands down over his face. He was more than happy to have the troll in question pop up next to him.

"Hiya! It's so nice to see you again," Viva chirped, pulling Trollex in for a quick hug.

"Yeah, hey! Nice to see you, too," Trollex hummed, though his earlier gusto seemed to have dampened a bit. "Did I…Did I, like, go against some pop troll social rule with the kiss?"

Viva laughed and waved her hands through the air, while Clay groaned again, his shoulders slumping. "Not at all! Mr. Clay here just isn't used to open affection," Viva said with a brilliant smile, turning to poke Clay in the nose. "He's been really nervoucited for your visit! That's, uhm, nervous and excited, by the way. He's really been looking forward to it."

"Oh, yeah? Well, me too," Trollex's grin returned to his face as he reached out to twine his fingers together with Clay's.

"Awww! So sweet," Viva cooed, hands cupped to her cheeks as she watched the blush spread over Clay's face. "Well, I'm gonna go! Poppy asked for me to help her show the techno trolls around," she added, tossing her thumb over her shoulder.

"What?!" Clay looked panicked, even as Trollex chuckled next to him.

"Yeah! A bunch of them have never been here before, and Poppy wanted someone to help her with them, and Branch is busy. So, off I go!" She patted Clay on the cheek, grinning as he sputtered quietly at her. "Just rip off the band-aid," she murmured, barely loud enough for Clay to hear, before turning on her heel with a wave. "You two love birds have fun!"

"I'm sure we will," Trolex called back, bouncing on his fins slightly as he waved back, while Clay's mind began to race as to what he could even do to keep Trollex entertained on his own.

~

"And, this is the library," Clay stated, gesturing with a broad wave at the building set into tree trunk and stone. In the end, he'd settled on a village tour, going in the opposite direction as the rest of the techno trolls. Trollex had, apparently, been to the village before, but that was before some major changes and expansions had occurred, so he thought it'd be a safe bet.

"Nice," Trollex hummed next to him, swinging their hands idly between them. He had not let go since the beach.

"Yeah. Very extensive sections on history and safety, which I was really surprised about, but I guess Branch really pushed for them," the green troll rambled, tugging Trollex along into the building.

"Yeah? Your brother is a pretty impressive dude," the king said appreciatively, letting Clay pull him along. They walked through the stacks in silence for a few minutes, Trollex's smile turning into a slight frown. "You know…you're pretty impressive, too, right?"

Clay jerked slightly in surprise at Trollex's comment, turning his head to arch an eyebrow at him. "What?" he laughed, finally letting go of the king to snag a random book of a shelf, "What're you talking about?"

"Dude! I talk to Poppy outside of meetings, you know. She told me all about her adventure in finding you guys and saving your other brother. She told me about how you were helping to manage a whole group of pop trolls that survived a near miss of a massacre. Not to mention all your stellar ideas in the meetings. How can you not think you're impressive?" Trollex asked, mildly affronted on Clay's behalf.

"I mean," Clay shrugged, a lopsided smile on his face, "I did my best. Viva was struggling with the putt putt trolls, and I knew how to do crowd control. People knew who I was from BroZone, so…I dunno if knowing how to charm people into listening to me is really that impressive."

"Woah, woah! Live wire! Clay…Man, I know all about all of the things you would've had to do to make that place livable. I kinda have to run my own kingdom, and Poppy told me what that place was like. You can't seriously think that was nothing?"

"Not nothing," Clay shook his head, "I know that. But the only reason I could do what I did was because people recognized me from my old band. They didn't actually start taking me seriously until years later. The other tribe leaders still barely take Viva and I seriously half the time. Branch did all of this," he waved at the book shelves, "without BroZone. Without clout, or reputation. He stood on his own two feet and made a name for himself without being shoved into a box."

"Hey. You climbed out of your box, Clay." Trollex moved so he stood in front of the green troll, carefully taking the book from his hands and setting it aside. "Bro, you are so much more than the 'fun boy' or 'the serious one'. You just gotta let yourself see that."

Clay scoffed quietly, taking a step back from Trollex. "Look at you. Having a handful of conversations about me with other people, and suddenly you think you know all about me."

"Well, that's just unfair, bro," Trollex sniffed, folding his arms over his chest. "We've spent time together. We've talked. You think I haven't been able to get a read on you from that, too?"

"How?! How could you possibly have a better idea of who I am than me? What do you even get out of this?! I'm not fun anymore!" Clay paused as the words left him, immediately taking another step back and covering his mouth with his hands. Today was supposed to be a leisurely day of hanging out with Trollex, not trauma dumping all over him. "I-" he swallowed thickly, watching the emotions shift over Trollex's face, before settling on what Clay could only describe as disappointment, "I'm sorry. That…I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"It's okay-"

"It's not! It's…it's really not. You came to visit and have a good time, but I'm not good at that anymore. I haven't been for a long time. I don't know what you were expecting, but I'm sure it wasn't this."

Trollex shifted forward, cautiously brushing his fingers against the back of Clay's hand. "And what, exactly, do you think I was expecting?"

"Someone interesting," Clay said with a shrug and a derisive snort of laughter, "Someone who knows how to be entertaining."

"Man, we talked about the structural integrity and benefits of different kinds of buttresses when you visited the reef," Trollex said with warm chuckle, "And you were so animated in our last meeting when you were talking about the importance of properly notarizing certain documents, I thought for sure you were gonna throw hands when Barb said it shouldn't matter. That's what I was expecting. Someone with passion for the things they care about. I do find that interesting. I don't really care if you're 'fun' or 'entertaining'. Besides, I thought we talked about this, already?"

"I guess we did," Clay admitted with a small shrug, turning his hand so he could lace their fingers together. "I think I just got all up in my own head, and…man, you're the king of the techno trolls. Your whole schtick is being 'fun'. I would've figured you'd go for someone less, I dunno. Boring."

"Boring!" Trollex couldn't help the bark of laughter that left him. "Bro! Clay, man, you are so far from boring."

"How's that?"

Trollex clicked his tongue with a short shake of his head. "You are baffling. Okay, for starters, most of the kingdoms haven't seen pop trolls in a couple decades, so we'll start with that, just by virtue of your hatching. Then, the fact that you were trapped in a tree by troll eating bergens, while also being in a boy band? Then, somehow you managed to escape said tree and helped with running a whole new settlement while you were still a teenager! And then you went on an epic adventure against giants to save your brother?" He let out a little whistle while Clay rolled his eyes.

"Those are just the highlights of my life. They don't make me interesting."

"Alright, fine. If those don't, then how about your passion for your people? Your unending want to make sure trolls stay safe and happy? Your devotion to your friends? The fact that, even though you were apart for, like, twenty years, you're making an effort to reconnect with your family? Your willingness to try new things and meet new people, even though you spent so long living in a secluded community? Do you need me to go on?"

"I-no," Clay shook his head, giving Trollex's hand a short squeeze. "You really think all that?"

Trollex laughed quietly, bringing Clay's hand up to press a short kiss to the back of it, grinning as a flush spread over the green trolls cheeks. "Yeah, man. 'Course. And even if you wanna spend the rest of the day in the library, I'll still think you're one of the most fascinating trolls I've ever met."

"If you say so," Clay said with a light laugh, "But, man…Y'know, I'm angry, like, all the time. Viva said it's a trauma response or something, but like…you sure you wanna deal with all this?"

"Yeah, bro. I think so."

Clay let a soft smile curl his lips as he gave a small nod to Trollex before he began to lead him through the library once again, their fingers remaining entwined. "All right. Well, turn about is fair play. You know a weirdly large amount about me. Tell me all about you."

~

"It's party time!!"

Clay didn't even blink as Viva appeared in the doorway of his pod later that day, while Trollex looked like he had nearly jumped out of his scales.

"Party time?" Clay echoed, eyes tracking Viva as she bounced into his pod and over to his kitchen, absently scouring his cupboards for sugar. At least, that's what she assumed she was doing, and he was proven right as she gave a triumphant little cheer when she found his cookie stash and stole one.

"Yeah! It's not Poppy's usual todo, but the techno trolls wanted to throw a rave," Viva chirped happily while munching on her pilfered cookie. "They're setting up all of the available DJ equipment and a bunch of lights and stuff as we speak."

"I dunno, Viv. You know that's not really my jam," Clay murmured, but caught the brief look of excitement on Trollex's face before it was quickly schooled and the King pretended to be interested in one of the picture frames on Clay's wall. "But, uh, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out?"

"Yes! You can show off your well-oiled robot," Viva cheered, bouncing back across the pod to the door. "I'll see you guys there! Poppy has me running around letting people know about the last minute party change. Thanks for the cookie!" With that Viva twirled her way out the door, leaving Clay and Trollex alone again.

"You sure you wanna go? You didn't seem super jazzed at the rave in the reef," Trollex asked, floating over to Clay.

"Yeah, no! It'll be good."

~

It was, in fact, not good.

The bass felt like it was rattling Clay's very bones, but Trollex seemed to be having a ball, twirling glowsticks around between his fingers and yelling out every time the DJ did a call and response. The DJ wasn't even a techno troll, but some troll he'd been told was named Suki, who'd moved to Techno Reef for a while to learn more about techno mixing, and had created her own hybrid techno pop DJ style. It was actually pretty good, in Clay's humble opinion, it was just that the party was a bit louder and rowdy than he was strictly used to anymore. He was trying, though. Trollex had taken the liberty of affixing glow sticks around Clay's wrists, ankles and neck, which honestly made the green troll feel a bit silly, but he'd acquiesced at the brilliant smile Trollex had given him for it.

A couple of techno trolls inevitably dragged Trollex into a dance circle, and Clay took it as his opportunity to escape the dance floor and take a breather near the edge of the party. He made sure he could still see the king, and vise versa, before flopping himself into one of the chairs that were scattered around with a loud groan.

"How's it going?"

"Cupcakes!" Clay sat up with a start, shooting his baby brother a glare. "What is it with all of you sneaking up on me, man?"

"I mean, it's sort of your own fault for being unaware," Branch said with a grin that told Clay all he needed to know about his brother's lack of remorse over his racing heart.

"Well, it's not my fault I'm unaware when the music is so loud," Clay groused, slumping back down in his seat as Branch pulled a chair up next to him.

"It's not so bad, when you get used to it," Branch said with a shrug, earning an arched eyebrow of disbelief from Clay.

"That's surprising, coming from you."

"Yeah," Branch laughed with a shrug, "I used to hate techno, if I'm being honest. But, I made friends with a couple of them, got invited to a few raves here and there, and it grew on me."

"You say that about all the genres," Clay snorted, idly twirling one of his glow sticks between his fingers.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Branch hummed, looking thoughtful for a moment, before rising from his seat. "You know…I bet if you stopped thinking so much, and just let yourself feel the music, it wouldn't grate on you so much." With that he gave Clay a little salute and headed into the crowd without a backwards glance.

"Wh-what's that even supposed to mean?!" Clay shouted after Branch, pushing himself up to find his baby brother having all but disappeared on the dance floor. He scowled for a moment, before taking a deep breath and counting to ten before letting it out slowly, like Viva had drilled into him over the years when he felt overwhelmed or upset by things. The music then shifted from some base driven, heavy song, to something softer with a beat that Clay found himself actually bobbing his head along to, and lyrics that the pop trolls on the dance floor had begun to sing along with.

He was about to get up to try and find Trollex, when the troll in question appeared in front of him with a grin. "There you are!" he cheered, reaching down to pull Clay up from his seat, "C'mon, Live Wire! You gotta dance with me to this one!"

Clay let himself be dragged back onto the dance floor, but this time, instead of planting his feet and barely registering the music happening around him, he did his best to let the beat take him. He took a couple of deep breaths, watching as Trollex tossed his arms in the air and whoop at a beat drop, letting a smile take over his face. He let the beat that he had previously hated feeling in his bones shift his body, rather than resolutely standing against it, like a rock against crashing waves. He felt his feet move across the floor before he'd even realized he'd done so, bobbing his head and grinning as he swung his arms around, twirling his glowsticks around gleefully. He let out a shout of joy as Trollex grabbed his arms and twirled them both around in the center of the dancefloor, before the green troll dropped into a spin down sweep and popped back up with a grin. The trolls around him cheered, to which he blew a few kisses and bowed with a laugh.

"See?" Clay shivered at Trollex's breathless hum next to his ear, "Fun boy Clay isn't dead. He was just in hibernation."

~

Clay moaned as his back hit the door of his pod hours later, Trollex pressed against his front and kissing the life out of him.

"You gotta-wait! You gotta let me open the door," he laughed breathlessly as Trollex shifted from kissing him outright, to planting little kisses over his shoulder and down his arm.

"Go on, then," the king huffed, letting Clay go long enough to open the door and step into the pod, before he was back on him like white on rice. He kicked the door shut with one of his fins. "You were so, mmn, electric!" Trollex groaned, pushing Clay backwards through the pod towards his bed.

"Gotta live up to my nickname somehow," Clay laughed, stumbling happily through his pod with the techno king barely letting him out of his grasp.

"You did, you did," Trollex cooed, a triumphant little grin on his face as Clay squawked indignantly and fell backwards on his bed as his knees hit it. "And, trust, I'm gonna show you just how good you did out there."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

~

Clay gasped as Trollex stilled above him, the both of them a panting mess amongst the faint, multicolored gleam of the glowsticks still wrapped around Clay's appendages, and Trollex's natural bioluminescence.

"Fuck, Live Wire," Trollex murmured as he let himself settle over Clay like a blanket, digging his arms under Clay's pillow so he could hug the green troll to him, "You feel so good."

"You, too," Clay sighed, drawing his fingers in random little patterns over Trollex's arms, a blissed out little smile on his face, "We should do this again, sometime."

"All the time," Trollex grumbled into Clay's shoulder, shifting his hips just so and making Clay whimper beneath him.

"Yeah, okay, I can probably be convinced of that," Clay sighed, squeezing his knees around Trollex's hips.

"Good," Trollex sighed happily, pressing a kiss to the underside of Clay's jaw. "I know long distance relationships can be hard, but if you're willing, so am I."

Clay blinked at the ceiling, his heart racing a little at Trollex's words. "So…this is a relationship, then?"

The king snorted, pushing himself up to look down at Clay, the pink heart on his chest glowing brilliantly. "If you want it to be, yes. I know I do."

"Yes! I mean…yeah," Clay tried to feign nonchalance, only to whine as Trollex rolled his hips with a grin.

"This really isn't the position you should be in when you wanna try to act indifferent, bro," Trollex cackled, earning a swift smack in the shoulder from Clay.

~

The next morning found Clay up well before Trollex. He stumbled his way into the shower, having fully forgotten about the dull ache that'd be in his hips, and tucked himself up in a blanket on the couch with a book once he was clean. He glanced up with a pleased little smile as Trollex stumbled out of his bedroom, looking groggy as he leaned against the door frame.

"Where'd you go?" Trollex all but whined, floating across the pod to sit on the couch next to Clay.

"I got up and took a shower," Clay snorted, lifting his book as Trollex squirmed into his space, wrapping his arms around Clay's waist and half burying his face into the green trolls stomach.

"Read to me."

Clay hummed, resting the spine of the book against Trollex's shoulder. "You sure? It's sad."

"Yeah," the king said around a yawn, "You like sad books. Read one to me."

Clay smiled warmly at the half asleep techno troll in his lap, before flipping back to the first page of his book and beginning to read.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #claylex #trolls clay #trolls trollex #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls viva #trolls fanfic #things that i wrote

[meenawrites]

Humanized Spider: Pt 3

So I've made my peace that I'm not getting work done until I get this all out of my system. 

SO

Ronal's leading Spider's physical therapy, he goes on patrol walks with Tonowari through the village. 

The Metkayina seeing both their leaders doting on this kid just kind of accept it, like they trust them and their judgment and I mean the kid's smile is infectious, people kind of wait for him to smile and are like awwwww (because I said so, he should be loved damnit)

Neytiri still isn't allowed anywhere near him or even within his line of sight. She's definitely calmed down since her altercation with Ronal and has been using this time to reflect on herself, especially with Neteyam's clear protectiveness of the boy and Kiri honestly not really talking to her. Hearing what he's been through and what state he was in really put things in perspective for her and she spends a lot of time communing with Eywa in the cove of ancestors and just thinking over her past with Spider. I'd like to think she realizes how her trauma has allowed her to mistreat a child, but yeah. 

Jake doesn't have as many prohibitions on him of seeing the boy, but he avoids him a lot tbh. Guilt is eating away at him and he can't bear to look at Spider, nor his kids tbh cause they're all so angry with both parents, except Tuk (cause she doesn't really get it).

Aonung also starts kind of taking Spider around with him (I haven't forgotten about him). He was pretty reluctant at first about the human but when his mom of all people went all mama bear over him he was like, well there's no reason for me to be reticent then. His big bro senses are tingling every time he sees Spider now and he's just like must protect, he's so SMOL.

Kiri and Spider spend a lot of alone time together, which doesn't go unnoticed by Ronal and Tonowari (and Neteyam, he knows what's up). They're always holding each other in some way or Spider just kind of shoves his head into her shoulder when he wants attention. She takes him out to the reef and shows him everything she's wanted to show him since the moment she got here. Sometimes they just do activities in silence, basking in the other's presence, other times they'll just talk back and forth nonstop for hours. Kiri makes sure to kiss his growing hair every night and run her fingers through it or pulling at his curls and watching them bounce back up so he knows she loves them. 

Eventually, Kiri does confess to him. I'd like to imagine it's during a night where she's snatched Spider away from Neteyam's protective grasp and takes him out on her ikran for a night flight. Spider's has always loved Pandora's night sky and the stars so she gives it to him. He leans back into her and reaches his hands into the sky as if he could touch them and he looks more carefree than she's seen him since he came back. They land atop one of the few trees near Awa'atlu and settle back against its branches. She tells him she wants to talk to him about something and the seriousness of her expression sobers him up quickly. She says it kind of haltingly, and talks in a bit of a circle before she gets frustrated with herself and just kind of yells, "I LOVE YOU!" then immediately slaps her hands to her mouth, peering at him through her lashes. Spider is just completely slack-jawed and speechless. Like he legit can't believe this is real and actually slaps himself across the face, which serves only to jostle his mask painfully and Kiri hurries to grab his face like what the hell are you doing. And then Spider just starts laughing, his hands coming to cover her own. He can't stop laughing but he's also crying (happy tears yall) and knocks his masked forehead against her own and it comes out of him like an animal that's finally been released from its cage, "I love you, Kiri, so much, since I met you" and BAM adorable beans. I'm trying really hard not to slip into writing a fic rn so moving on. 

Spider's pretty much fully recovered by this point and Ronal and Tonowari finally take him aside and seriously ask him if they can adopt him. Well, Ronal kind of just declares they're adopting him and Tonowari has to correct her and is like, "only if you would permit it. We'd like to officially take you in as family." At this point Spider's cried more than he thinks he has in his entire life during his time with the Metkayina clan but he's still surprised when he tears up again and is just like, "are you serious? Really? Like adopt me like you're my parents?" He obviously can't believe it. And Tonowari's like, "yes, we'd like to be your spirit parents." Spider looks to Ronal for confirmation and wildly wonders if this is some sick joke but she looks just about as serious as he's ever seen her. And he just full on cries. Ronal can't hold back anymore and just pulls him to her side and lets him cry while Tonowari lays a hand on the back of his neck. 

But before officially being adopted, Spider thinks it's time to get some closure with the Sully's. So he has Neteyam ask Neytiri and Jake if they'd be willing to meet with him. It's Neytiri who says yes first, surprising all of them. Neteyam is quick to give a lecture to his parents, the first ever and it feels good tbh, about how they've treated Spider, how Neteyam feels about it, and that he cannot stand by and watch as they mistreat him any longer. He's been obedient for a lot of things, but he's choosing to take a stand against this officially. Obviously all the kids side with him. Tuk doesn't really understand what's going on but she adds in her two cents of, "I love Spider I don't want to see him hurt, please don't hurt him."

They go to meet Spider who has Ronal and Tonowari at his back at their insistence. Ronal is fuming and is dying to say something but she respects her new son's wishes. Tonowari is also angry obviously but he's just happy the kid has agreed and he can try to make up for how he has been treated. Spider flinches when he sees Neytiri but he forces himself to stay sitting. Jake can barely look at him but Neytiri actually looks him head on, and for the first time, he doesn't see a trace of dislike in her gaze, just an eerie calm and an edge of softness that's never been directed at him before. 

Spider takes the lead first. He's spent a lot of time thinking about his past and his relationship with the Sully's (or lack thereof) and a lot of Kiri, Neteyam, Tonowari, Ronal, and even Lo'ak (in a clumsy but endearing way) constantly telling him that he had deserved to be treated better, that who his parents were and had done wasn't his fault, that he was worthy, that it was wrong of them to leave him with the RDA. He couldn't really accept it at first, even vehemently denied it saying he understood. And while his understanding of their actions being motivated by trauma and stuff remained the same, he'd finally come to accept that he had deserved better. And he says as much to the two of them. It's nerve-wracking as hell, but it feels amazing to say, to finally express to them how hurt he felt by Neytiri's dislike for him, how awful it had been to have Jake be kind to him but pull away when it began to feel like anything. I lowkey think Jake starts crying tbh while Neytiri just listens calmly and takes everything in.

When he's done, Neytiri speaks first and wholeheartedly apologizes to him, not averting her gaze or anything. She says that he's right, that her experiences clouded her judgment and hardened her heart against him unfairly. It had drawn a thick veil over her eyes and she'd never tried to see him for who he was and not his blood. She makes no excuses for the way she treated him and says she doesn't dare ask for his forgiveness because she doesn't deserve it. She ignored one of the Great Mother's most important teachings and that will weigh on her always. She doesn't apologize for cutting him on the ship because she did what she felt needed to be done to save her daughter. And frankly Spider agrees which has Ronal about to go off in protest, but Spider smiles at her and she backs down reluctantly. Neytiri apologizes for everything else though and swears to Eywa that she will never do or say anything to consciously hurt Spider again, which seriously shocks him. An oath to Eywa is a big deal after all. He almost chokes up because of it. And then actually does when she says, "I see you" and he can feel she really does. 

Jake frankly has no words but tries his best to blubber through an apology about keeping him at arms length, not making sure he as cared for better, for leaving him behind and never attempting to rescue him. I'm not super invested in his apology as I'm writing this rn so I'm gonna skip past it but yeah. 

Spider steals himself then because he's about to admit something big to them. He's already told his new parents and they've coached him on how best to broach the subject. So he tells them that he knows they don't want to hear about Quarritch but it goes hand in hand with their treatment of his and his overall lack of adult care in his life. He explains with some difficulty what was done to him by the RDA, that Quarritch pulled him out of the torture, gave him more care than he'd ever received before and had been the first adult to genuinely care for his life despite how messed up that was. And then he admits to having saved Quarritch, that he made that split second decision because he couldn't just sit and let the only person who'd ever really cared about him drown. Neytiri is shocked to her core. She wants to run and scream but she sees Spider now, truly, and made an oath to Eywa, so she can't help but face up to the fact that this development was her fault. In her fear of how Spider would turn out like his father, she'd inadvertently contributed to this decision. In not going back for him and just taking Kiri with her and leaving, she had created this situation. So she doesn't get mad, doesn't feel like she's allowed to and apologizes to him again, but makes sure he knows that if she ever sees Quarritch again, she will kill him with no hesitation. 

AND THAT'S THAT YALL! For now anyway, I'd accept any asks about this AU (would love to receive some) because I've had a lot of fun writing this even if it hurts me. Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal, recovers, finds his place in the village. Kiri and him go public and Kiri's ready to beat up anyone who says anything about it. Lo'ak is shook and Neteyam's just like FINALLY. Spider and Neteyam are closer than they've ever been. Obviously shit's gonna happen since the RDA is gone but Spider finally feels like he's rooted somewhere, like he's okay and doesn't only have to rely on himself to take care of himself. He's got a family now who fusses over him obsessively. He's about to become a big brother. The love of his life LOVES HIM BACK! And he starts wearing his hair mostly curly and finds his own sense of identity, no longer trying to copy Jake or try so hard to fit in. 

I'd like to say he's eventually blessed by Eywa and can breathe their air BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT! But yeah that's enough for now. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

PS Ronal and Tonowari begin making him a new songcord.

#Spider Socorro #Meena's Humanized Spider AU #Spider Avatar #Neteyam #Spiri #Kiri #Spider x Kiri #Lo'ak #Ronal #Tonowari #Avatar 2 #Avatar the way of water #Neytiri #Jake Sully #Sully family #Tuktirey #Tuk #Spider deserves love #And he GETS it #Curly haired Spider is the best

[colqdcas]

Do you have any songs you associate with each of them? like their 'theme songs' ?" :3

,Jester

Sun: I Deserve This by Rebzyyx

Moon: DWI by Missio

Solar: Nothing Ever Changes by Nico Collins

Lunar: Go To War by NOTHING MORE*

Polaris: Couture by Epsyle

Arcturus: American Healthcare by Penelope Scott*

Sirius A: Do What I Gotta by Naethan Apollo

Sirius B: Gladiator by Jann

Annul: Reverberate by Bears in Trees

Spyril: I Sent My Therapist to Therapy by Alec Benjamin*

I'll have to reblog this for the rest. Strongly lore relevant songs are marked with an asterisk.

#dca au #colq au #daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca #daycare attendant au #fnaf daycare #dca fandom #dca oc #lunar #solar #fnaf sun #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #annul #Spyril #arcturus #polaris #sirius twins

[itsagrimm]

Von Vätern und Söhnen

Translation: Of Fathers and Sons

After everything König went through he wonders if he can be a good dad

600 words

CN light PTSD symptoms and sleeplessness , discussions of pregnancy, könig goes to therapy (clap clap clap), childhood trauma

Outside, a stormy winter-wind howled around the house, making branches of the bare tree on the street tap against the windows.

König couldn’t sleep, the sound too loud and irregular to ignore.

Starring up at the ceiling he traced the old stucco to calm himself.

Flowers, Artemis and her entourage frolicking through eternal spring, more flowers.

At this point he knew every centimetre of his bedroom ceiling in the Altbau-Vienna flat by hard.

He sighed.

Amalia had gotten him ear plugs and a mask to sleep better. He knew she meant well, but he couldn’t bear depriving himself of sensory inputs that had saved his life out in the field countless times. It was a hard habit to shake, making him feel claustrophobic as if he was locked in his mind.

Instead, he listened to her deep breaths in his arms, curled against his side with her belly pressed against him.

She clung to him, as if afraid he would be gone again when she woke up.

He wouldn’t.

They had talked about it when she told him she was pregnant. Finally. He smiled into the bedroom twilight.

Seeing Amalia’s body change as she carried their child filled him with both wonder and worry.

She was always tired no matter how much she slept. Her newfound picky appetite drove her into constant annoyance, leaving her hungry AND nauseous. And as much as she wanted this child, it was clear she wanted to be done with pregnancy - constantly chiding the unborn kid for all the discomforts the little one caused her as she waddled around the flat in König’s borrowed larger clothes.

Finally, her always unspoken understanding of König’s periodic aloofness became a voiced concern.

Friendly but firmly she had insisted on therapy for them both.

Like a general she had marshalled him into a therapist’s office, leaving him with the choice of working on himself or continuing to run away until the kid would catch up.

With a defeated sigh, he had agreed.

His own father had been distant.

A presence in his childhood only there to silently take the seat at the dinner table, pay for expenses or put down a paternal hand on his shoulder for family portraits.

König knew very little about what it meant to be a good father, but it certainly wasn’t what his father had been to him. And his time as a soldier and later mercenary hadn’t helped either, giving him many memories and scars he doubted he would ever fully recover from. Therapy was long overdue anyway and better than him accidentally acting out against his child. Clearly not something fathers should do. That much he knew.

Something kicked him into his side.

König turned his head, checking if Amalia was awake.

She wasn’t.

Her face buried into his shoulder, motionless except for her deep steady breaths and her pupils twitching behind her closed eyelids.

But the baby moved - her belly turned sideways towards him and with the kid in it kicking him into his hip.

What a troublemaker already.

König smiled, imagining how the little kiddo dreamed like his mother - kicking, twitching, seeing a whole world behind their little eyelids.

Don’t worry little one, Papa ist da.

König moved his hand and placed it on Amalia’s stomach where the baby was kicking.

It gave one last push for good measure before calming down again.

Maybe putting down his hand were his child could feel it was a good start to be a father after all.

-

I think könig would be a good dad, working on breaking intergenerational trauma and all that 😌

#könig #könig x oc #könig x amalia #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #dad könig #also i do hc könig as trans and will put this somewhere in the either fanatsy realm or amalia and könig had some means to have kids #don't wonder too much about the constellations here its their kid and they love it #könig modern warfare #könig x you #grimmwriting #könig x OC #könig x y/n

[bakudekublogblog]

promises kept - Chapter 3 - gabstar - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

chapter 3 of promises kept is up!! hope you enjoy!!

The next few months pass surprisingly quickly. The restoration efforts go by much more smoothly now that Izuku and Katsuki are out on the field (together, because Aizawa was shockingly amendable as soon as Izuku cried about it a little. Katsuki suspects that his own freak-out didn’t hurt either) and soon enough Musutafu starts to look like home again. Trees are replanted, playgrounds restored, and office buildings and restaurants become operational once again. Children go back to school, adults return to work, and life goes on. 

Regular classes resume at UA. It’s more than a little weird putting on their school uniforms and sitting through fucking algebra lessons after experiencing the horrors of war, but it’s also a kind of nice. The mundane feels like a privilege after everything they’ve been through. Homework, boring lectures, training regimens, and eating with friends at lunch were hard-won victories. It’s hard not to be grateful for it. It’s a slow process, but eventually, things settle into a new kind of normal. 

Except it’s better. Way better. Because now Katsuki has Izuku and the whole world is brighter because of it. 

True to his word, Izuku is as clingy as he likes. They train together, study together, partner up on group projects, hang out in Katsuki’s room after class, and go to the gym together. They don’t leave campus without one another, even if it’s just to pop by the convenience store or to visit their parents’ homes. A few times a week, Izuku’s friends will drag him away to have a Dungeons and Dragons session in one of their dorms or a study date in the common room, but for the most part their friend groups have merged. They all sit together at lunch, even though they have to cram multiple tables together to fit everyone, and even then it’s such a tight squeeze that their thighs squish up against one another. It’s a little overwhelming to hang out with all of them at once, but somehow having Izuku at his side makes it easier to bear. Izuku still hasn’t spent a single night in his own dorm room. 

And true to Katsuki’s word, he is there for Izuku. Whatever he needs. Whenever he needs it. 

At first Izuku is shy about the things he requests. It starts with small favors: helping Izuku do his physical therapy exercises, lending Izuku is hoodies when the nights got cold in Katsuki’s dorm room, reminding Izuku to take his anxiety meds, jogging together in the mornings in case he gets ambushed by the press again (which they did. Because those fuckers were relentless.) Katsuki does it all gladly. Every small task feels like it’s a step forward, a building block added to the foundation of their repairing friendship. It’s both an honor and a relief that Izuku trusts him enough to ask for what he needs; it makes Katsuki’s heart feel like a brilliant star blazing in his chest. 

But the more time passes, the more bold and casual Izuku’s requests become. Katsuki only starts noticing it about six months after they’ve been released from the hospital. 

They’re studying in the common room together, with their homework splayed out across the coffee table as they sit on the floor, close enough that their shoulders brush as they write. Izuku must be having trouble with English again because he keeps muttering to himself in the garbled language, but Katsuki knows better than to offer help before he asks. Izuku can be weirdly stubborn and competitive sometimes, especially when it comes to Katsuki. 

Izuku sets his pencil down and sighs heavily, letting his head fall onto the coffee table with a thwunk. Katsuki smirks. 

“You good?” he asks, nudging Izuku with his knee. 

“Can’t do it,” Izuku declares. “Too tired. I think I need a break.” 

Katsuki hums in acknowledgement. It’s almost dinner time anyway. They can pick this shit up after they get some food in them. Maybe he’ll pop on an episode of Wonderful Quirks and Where to Find Them while they eat. It’s the least annoying of Izuku’s favorite trashy reality TV shows anyway. Katsuki starts gathering up his pencils and scrap paper. 

Izuku leans on the coffee table, propping himself up with an elbow as he looks at Katsuki with a strange glitter in his eye. 

“Hey,” he says. “You know how to make katsudon?” 

Katsuki frowns as he shoves his homework back into his school bag. “Course I do. Shit’s easy.” 

“Hm,” Izuku says. He taps his chin with the butt of his pencil. “Well. I don’t.” 

“What the hell? Didn’t your mom ever teach you how to cook?” Katsuki demands, turning to frown at him. 

Izuku shrugs. His grin is somewhat sheepish. Katsuki rolls his eyes. 

“You’ve gotta learn that shit if you want to be a hero,” Katsuki scolds. “Can’t maintain muscle mass off of TV dinners and protein bars.” 

Izuku hums in acknowledgement.

“Kacchan is right. I should learn how to cook,” he says, nodding seriously.

And then peeks up at Katsuki with a cheeky little grin. 

“Teach me?”

God, he’s so cute. All soft curls, shimmery sea-green eyes, and dimples. He’s beyond cute, he’s fucking angellic. Katsuki should be used to it by now, but somehow Izuku’s specific brand of adorable only gets more potent over time. Katsuki takes an extra three seconds to process what he’s just asked. He blinks rapidly, forcing himself to refocus. 

“You want me to teach you how to cook?” Katsuki repeats as flatly as he can. 

Izuku bats his huge fucking bambi-eyes up at him innocently. 

“I can’t do it on my own, Kacchan,” he says, soft and sweet. 

Katsuki’s belly riots with butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Who is he? How has he allowed himself to become this pathetic? He feels a flash of annoyance, but it’s quickly drowned out by this strange, fluttery fond feeling. Even though he really should stay annoyed. Is Izuku seriously trying to use Katsuki’s solemn vow to strong arm him into making katsudon for him? Katsuki isn’t an idiot; he sees right through Izuku’s little game. Katsuki fights down his grin as best he can. 

“Go wash your fucking hands,” Katsuki says. Izuku leaps to his feet, beaming so brightly it puts the sun to shame. He bolts into the kitchen and shimmies his shoulders excitedly. 

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#bakudeku #bkdk #ktdk #ktdk fic #bkdk fic #mha fanfiction #gwrites #i hope you enjoy the update!! this one was a doozy for me to write haha

[ally-holmes]

Nancy’s Wedding | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.4)

Series Masterlist

Chapter Three – Chapter Five.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

Word count: 4342

Nancy's Wedding | Chapter Four.

Although their drive was meant to be about less than four hours, they got stuck in traffic for about twenty minutes before they could finally get out of Chicago and they stopped at a gas station in Indianapolis because Robin really, really, really needed to pee. After that little stop, Y/N and Robin changed seats; it just made sense, Robin was going to be dropped off at her house before Steve and Y/N resumed their drive to his. That's why Robin got out of the backseat when they were in front of her house; Steve helped her with the suitcase and waited in the car until his friend got inside her house.

"Was that Robin's mom?" Y/N asked about the woman that had opened the door.

"Yup. She didn't know about Robin yet."

"My lips are sealed."

Hawkins wasn't so bad. The number of trees was overwhelming but she loved it. Even if she had drawn Steve's house, she wasn't expecting it to be so big and so alienated from any neighbor. They even had a pool!

"You didn't tell me you were rich, Harrington!"

"That's because I'm not. My parents are."

"Am I going to meet my in-laws?"

Rolling his eyes, he locked the door with all their luggage already out. "I called beforehand to ask if they were going to be here. My dad has a business convention in Idaho, I think. They won't be here."

"Did you tell them you were coming?"

"Of course not, I'm not an idiot. If I had told them that– Mom?"

With his keys still in hand, blocking the entryway, Steve was facing his mother. She had her hair loose for the first time since he could remember, and she somehow looked happier all of a sudden. She opened her arms and hugged him like a mama bear.

"Oh, my baby! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I'm so glad I found Mrs. Wheeler at the grocery store… She told me you were coming down for Nancy's wedding with Jonathan. And with a girlfriend! I told your father I wouldn't accompany him this time. I'm sure he's enjoying his freedom very much. Come on in, come on in. Don't let your girl wait outside. Hi, sweetheart, I'm Steve's mom; please call me Maggie. No Mrs. Harrington between us. Oh, look at you! I thought you were going to look more like Nancy…"

"Mom–"

"I'm not saying I don't like the change. You are gorgeous, honey. Come on in. This is your house now too. How was the trip? Do you want to see your room? I didn't know if you two lovebirds had planned to sleep in the same room or not, so I arranged a guest room just in case."

She had stopped taking her pills; that, and the freedom of having the house by herself for the first time in God knows how many years, had Maggie Harrington in such a good mood. He had learned about his mother's depression when she was already recovering, with therapy in Indianapolis two days a week and some pills. Today she seemed euphoric and kind of nervous, she was trying to make a good impression and Steve could tell.

"I'm sorry to intrude. I thought Steve had told you we were coming."

"No, honey, no intrusion. Let me show you around while he gets your luggage upstairs. I'm dying to show you all the photos of Steve as a baby."

"I'm dying to see them, Maggie." She shot a mischievous grin at Steve.

"No embarrassing photos! Mom! MOM!"

With the idea of hiding all the photo albums he could find, Steve got upstairs with his backpack hanging on one shoulder, her duffle bag on the other, and a small suitcase in each hand. His mother had prepared the room right in front of him for Y/N's use, so he put her luggage there, by the end of the bed. His bedroom hadn't changed since he moved out, although it didn't have much personality to begin with, just like his bedroom in Chicago. At least this one had small car pictures framed on the wall, a reminiscence from his childhood. After unpacking, he looked through the window. The views hadn't changed much, the trees in the forest might've gotten bigger, and now Y/N was standing by the pool, alone. Barbara's face flashed in his mind; his body moved before he noticed. He ran downstairs, making a beeline to the backyard door, only stopping when he was finally next to her.

Her eyes were lost in the pool, her mind was absent and although she had registered his presence, she didn't talk for a few minutes. Steve was kind of freaked out, trying to recover his breath.

"You know, this looks more and more like an X-Files situation. Like… Shit, you're going to think I'm insane, but, I feel like I've been here. It's like I remember it. It might've been a dream for sure, a nightmare because– because in my memory this place is exactly the same, but darker. The pool is empty, plant roots or vines cling to its sides, alive. There's a permanent storm with red lighting. There's a growling sound that vibrates out of the woods. It's… it's spooky, isn't it?" Her eyes finally found him. She was back for whatever memory she was recalling and the moment she finished her sentence her tone found life again.

"That would be an amazing zombie scenario," he tried to sound casual.

"I know, right? Your mom seems nice."

"That surprised me as much as you. Come on in, let's eat something and have some rest."

*

At five in the afternoon, Y/N took a glance at her reflection one last time. For the rehearsal dinner and the official 'meeting Steve's friends' situation, Y/N had decided on a velvet deep-green colored dress that had long sleeves but the back basically naked, long to her feet with an opening on one of her legs. She'd been reluctant to buy such a dress, but Denny had claimed with much fervor that she looked amazing. It fitted her body too tightly, although the fabric wasn't oppressive and mostly felt like a second skin; very comfortable. As for the shoes, she wore the most comfortable sandals on earth; they were black sandals with a platform that went up slightly on the heel, thin stripes, and looked so fancy with the dress that made her feel powerful. She fixed her own hair like one of the latest actresses she'd seen on a red carpet, with shiny clips that looked like little pearls on her hair.

The moment she descended the stairs, she forced herself into hiding the smile that was fighting for occupying her face at the sight of Steve, in a suit, getting his tie fixed by his mother and looking like a child. She was about to arrive next to him when he finally looked at her, his mouth hung open.

"Oh, Stevie, close your mouth, sweetheart. And you, you Y/N look like a princess. Doesn't she look amazing?" Mrs. Harrington pushed them together at the bottom of the stair, produced a camera from somewhere, and took several shots without much of a warning.

"Cat got your tongue, Harrington? At least you could compliment your girlfriend, don't you think?" She muttered as they made their escape through the door.

"Like you don't already know you look stunning. Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you ashamed of my outfit?"

"That's not– Shit, they're going to take a look at you and see you are the fuck out of my league!"

"Don't be stupid. You wanted a girlfriend that seemed the kind of person you would fall in love with and introduce to your family and friends, and let me remind you that just yesterday you asked me if I had proper clothing items for this shit. Let me warn you, though, I might need your jacket by the end of the night."

"I can get inside again and–"

"I did it on purpose, Steve. It's romantic! Come on in, I don't want to be late."

The rehearsal dinner was taking place at the new hotel in Hawkins, The Royale. The building was just by the main road and its wedding hall was so big and beautiful, so tastefully decorated that Mrs. Wheeler felt the urge to rent the place for both the rehearsal dinner and the actual dinner after the wedding. On their way there, they stopped to pick Robin up. They complimented each other on their looks. As they got out of the car in The Royale's parking lot, Robin gasped dramatically.

"What the fuck happened to your dress?"

Y/N took a look at her body and shrugged, "Nothing?"

"It's the other way around, isn't it? Like, where did the fabric on your back go?"

"Don't you like it? I like it." To prove her point, Y/N made a turn to show better her outfit, even pulling from the fabric to show the cut on her leg.

"Y/N," Robin took a serious tone, closing the distance between them, "are you sure you're straight? Because let me tell you, if you have doubts– If at any moment you have doubts, please call me. I'll help you. I'll– Ouch! Dingus, that hurt! Be careful with my hair!"

"Don't be a vulture, go find Vickie and leave my girlfriend alone."

"As much as I like Vickie, she could never pull off a dress like that."

"Leave."

Robin sprinted towards the door. Y/N linked her arm with Steve's and smiled sweetly at him.

"Robin liked the dress."

"Robin liked it too much."

"Are you jealous, Stevie?"

"No." He didn't sound convincing running a hand through his hair.

"Whatever. It's showtime, pretty boy. Are you ready?"

Instead of going inside, he stopped and looked at her eyes. "You look amazing. The dress is very pretty."

"And my hair?"

"Looks amazing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah…"

Something was happening. Something between them was buzzing, ready to strike if it just had a few more seconds. Steve's eyes were diving into hers carelessly. The door burst open, breaking their moment, just like that.

"Steve!"

"Henderson!"

Steve and the intruder hugged each other with little jumps before doing a very dramatic handshake with a lot of gestures. It was the nerdiest and most childish thing she'd seen Steve Harrington doing; she considered to hid her smile, but decided otherwise, smiling as wide as she could with a mischievous light in her eyes.

"Robin got inside and you didn't and I was like what. Oh my God, man, you look amazing! Old, but amazing."

"Yeah… Yeah… Great hair, dude. What do you use?"

"Uh, the new product for curly hair I told you about. Smells incredible too. Smell me."

"It smells amazing!"

"I told you."

"You're not wearing the brackets anymore!"

"Surprise!! I thought about telling you, I took a lot of work for these pearls to get into their proper position, you know, but then I thought it would be better to show it to you. What do you think?"

"Awesome, man. Great smile!"

"Thanks, buddy." He did then a bubbling sound with his mouth that sounded half like a growl and half like gargles.

"Don't do that."

The intruder finally looked at Y/N, still with a big smile on his face that made his shiny eyes smaller. That man smiled with his whole soul. She approached with a hand extended.

"You must be Dustin. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Y/N L/N."

Shaking her hand he looked at Steve with amazement before refocusing on her, "Holly shit!! Really? You're Y/N? I've heard a lot about you too! Man, I didn't know you actually got the girl. Good job!"

"Shut up." He covered Dustin's mouth with his hand and pushed him, causing him to walk backwards through the door. "Don't listen to him, he's already high or drunk. He's not making any sense."

"Did he talk good or bad about me?" She ignored him. Dustin gave her a thumbs up and a wink. "Oh, Stevie, you've been talking about me? Since when?"

"I have not. He's making it up. Shut it, Henderson, or I swear to God something very bad would happen to your hair."

Dustin gasped, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"Guys! Guys, look who's here!"

As he turned the topic and attention towards Steve's arrival, a bunch of people came to meet them. They hugged Steve or punched him in the arm. Robin had told her so many things about the group that she quickly named everyone on her mind. Max was clearly the blind redhead that walked with a limp; Lucas and Erica Sinclair were the siblings always arguing; Mike was the lanky man, taller than Steve, that looked like the only one who didn't really be there; Jane had her arm linked with Mike's with her big eyes paying attention to everything.

When the commotion calmed down a little, Dustin offered Y/N his arm for her to take and changed the focus from Steve to her.

"And this, guys, is Steve's girlfriend… Y/N."

"No way!"

"The same Y/N that the one in the bar?"

"Like that Y/N?"

"She's too good to be with Steve."

"Steve's good!"

"Sure, but not that good."

She didn't know what was more fun, knowing that Steve Harrington had been talking about her with his hometown friends, the fact that the man was blushing so hard he was about to combust, or the noisy discussion that was taking place just before her eyes.

A woman in a very beautiful dress in the best Audry Hepburn style came towards them. She looked a lot like Mike, with sharp edges and very skinny. Steve immediately smiled at her.

"Hey, Nance. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Steve. I'm so glad you came," she hugged him as she spoke. "Is this your girlfriend? Robin had been talking to me about her since she arrived. You must be Y/N."

"Nancy Wheeler," she responded to the salutation, "is a pleasure to finally meet you. Congratulations, too. I'm dying to meet the groom."

"Oh, yes. Jonathan is with his brother and his mother getting some last details done. I'm hiding from my mom, mostly."

"You can't hide from her, she'll go insane," Mike complained.

"Why can you hide from her and I cannot, Michael?"

"Well, maybe because this whole getting married was your idea, not mine. I'm already suffering enough! She woke me up at the crack of dawn just to try out ties! Ties, Nancy!"

"It's not my fault!"

"I beg to differ."

"Good to see some things never change." An old man, bald and with a thick mustache, approached them and clasped a hand on Steve's shoulder giving him an affectionate squish. "Karen's looking for both of you. Go hide elsewhere."

"Chief," Steve stopped the man before he could leave, "can I have a word with you?"

"Sure, son. What do you need?"

"Um… Just– Hey, Y/N, do you mind hanging around with them for a couple of minutes? I promise they're good people… mostly."

"Go. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, we'll take care of her," Lucas guaranteed with such earnestness that Max elbowed him on the ribs.

"Don't get mad when she falls in love with me, Steve." Dustin, in a very gentlemanly fashion, accompanied Y/N to keep meeting people.

Steve just waited until he was alone with Hopper and walked him towards the bar where the bartenders were too busy preparing things to pay attention to them. It was weird to be on that side of the bar counter after three years of work at The Silver.

"What can I do for you, son?"

"Could you run a check-up for Y/N? Investigate a little."

"That's your girlfriend."

"I know. I know what it sounds like, but listen, I think she lived here for a while and I think she not only saw a demogorgon, she went to the Upside Down."

He explained between whispers about the drawings and the description she'd made of his pool from the Upside Down. He wasn't sure what was there to find, but it was worth the shot, nonetheless. Hopper wrote down the name and year to take a look at the old files, he wasn't in Hawkins in 1979 so he couldn't remember anything important for that time.

Mrs. Wheeler's voice calling everyone to their assigned seats made their conversation finish. Steve found Y/N already seated next to Dustin, who was talking about his Suzie. It was impressive that the kid was still dating her although her family was against the relationship.

"How went the things with Suzie's father?" Steve asked, giving Y/N a little touch on the back of the hand as an apology for leaving her alone.

"They're improving. Yes, the last time we met he threatened me with ending my life, but that was a good sign. Up until that moment he had just growled at me, refusing to acknowledge my existence. I think he's growing fond of me."

The rehearsal dinner went well. Their pretending didn't include much more touch than what they were comfortable with, and it was easy to answer the questions they threw at them. In the end, they just banter non-stop like children, always ending it with Steve running a hand through his hair in defeat or crossing his arms across his chest.

A boy with a very thick mustache and short hair was introduced as Will, Jonathan's little brother and best man for the wedding. The young man held a cup and pronounced a very interesting speech in which he thanked his brother for always being there for him, always supporting him, and always encouraging him to be his true self instead of hiding in conventionalism, he thanked his brother for being on his side when he finally found the words to come out to his mom and thanked Nancy for be the person Jonathan could rely on.

"Damn, that kid had grown a lot," Steve muttered.

"Feeling old, pretty boy?" She teased.

"Will Byers used to have a buzz cut, be all small and skinny… I'm not exaggerating if I tell you that the first time I spent any time with him he was as tall as my waist, and he was about eleven or twelve. These monsters had grown so much so fast but he… Jesus, he's all buff and big now. I can't grow a mustache like that!"

"Of course, you can't, you'll look like a pedo."

Mike, who was overhearing their conversation as the others, laughed so hard while he was trying to drink that the liquid came out of his nose. Y/N handed him a napkin with a smile that made him blush.

"Yeah, now that I think about it… You would look like a sexual predator with a mustache, Steve." Lucas nodded.

"And you find that out now?" Max snorted.

"I hope you're enjoying the lapidation I'm suffering." Steve seemed stern, but the light in his eyes showed joy.

"Very much, thank you."

The engaged couple opened with a little dance that Mrs. Wheeler insisted on making happen. Joyce Byers —Jonathan and Will's mother— was just enjoying how many states of emotion Karen Wheeler could cover without losing her mind. Hopper didn't lose time and asked her to dance with him the moment other couples started to join on the dance floor.

Robin found Steve and Y/N, she was wearing a gloomy aura around her. Apparently, she'd been excited about the wedding to meet Vickie again, a crush she had ages ago in high school, and that, also apparently, had gone to the wedding with her new boyfriend.

"I should've brought a date."

"Were you expecting something to happen with her?" Y/N asked her.

"No. Well– I don't know. Maybe?"

"Hum… Well, I'm here as Steve's girlfriend and I'm no Vickie, but if you want we could dance until you feel better."

"No. It's fine, you two go have fun."

Y/N shared a look with Steve, who nodded. Each of them took one of Robin's hands and dragged her to the dance floor where the three of them had their best moment just jumping to some old rock song. Robin laughed and forgot about Vickie.

When the first slow song hit the speakers, Dustin, in the most smooth fashion, offered Robin his hand asking for the dance like a British gentleman from the regency era. Robin did a little bow just for fun and went with him. Steve asked Y/N if she was up to the challenge just with an arch of his eyebrow, she pursed her lips to avoid smiling and put her hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on her lower back, his skin suddenly burning with the touch of her skin; damn dress. Option number four of slow dancing took place at that moment. If it felt perfect at Steve's living room apartment, it felt fucking magical on a dance floor full of people.

With the event finished, the gang gathered at the exit in small groups talking about different things and plans for the next day. Steve saw the way Y/N's skin broke into goosebumps the moment the cool April air touched her; he took off the jacket of his suit and placed it on her shoulders.

"Such a gentleman," she smiled.

"Steve!" As someone called his name, both of them turned around to see Jonathan walking fast toward them. Without prior notice, Jonathan hugged Steve awkwardly but with affection. He smelled of a bit too much alcohol and his face was all flushed. Nancy, was right behind him, with Will and his boyfriend. "Tonight was a total– a total something, dude. Like there was no time to stop and say hi to people, you know? Dude, and you know, Argyle's plane got delayed. He wouldn't be here tonight. Obviously. I– I want to thank you for coming here, man. Means a lot to us. Really. I know we didn't understand each other pretty well when we were young and that, but– but after the– after the thing you've always been there for the kids, you know? Even for my brother! Like, it's my brother, right? And I thought that you would– you would hate him or something, but no, and you treated him so well always… Dude, you're cool. Cool. Cool. I never got to thank you for the camera that Christmas. I know you felt bad because you broke the other one I had, and– and let's be real here, what I did was way out of line, and if– if I found someone had done that I would do the same thing at least, you know? You– Steve Harrington, dude."

"I'm so sorry. My mom's being kind of a nightmare to both of us and he had too much to drink."

"It's fine, Nance. Go home, Jonathan, you need to sleep."

"Yeah! Sure! Oh, but first, you–" he pointed to Y/N with his index, not very steady on his feet. "You better take care of him, get it? He's Steve. Steve's family. We– We don't hurt Steve anymore. Steve's cool. Don't hurt Steve."

"Noted."

Alone again, Steve sighed leading the way towards his car.

"We work surrounded by drunk people. How is it that it still hits differently when it's someone we know?" Steve was definitely curious. "I mean, he's not like that at all. And I've seen him high as a plane, but drunk is a totally different feeling."

"Was it weird for you not to drink tonight?"

"Not really. I'm more used to pouring drinks than actually drinking them."

"I'm not much of a fan of alcohol, it makes me sleepy. If you want to drink tomorrow just let me know, I know how to drive."

"I'll think about it."

The silence inside the car was comfortable and nice. Recalling the night, Y/N was glad she accepted Robin's stupid plan of pretending to be Steve's girlfriend.

Oh…

Oh, there it is.

It was all pretending, wasn't it? She forgot about it. She forgot it was a lie and really felt like she was dating Steve, being introduced with affection to his friends, befriending Robin… She liked Dustin, he seemed very sweet, and they kind of clicked, what would he think when Steve told him that they broke up (a fake one, of course, just as fake as their relationship)? Oh the other hand, Steve had been talking about her with them for some time now, not like his girlfriend but like herself. Was it possible that Steve had feelings for her as she had feelings for him?

"Thank you for tonight," Steve talked after dropping Robin off at her house. "With Robin and the others, with me. It meant a lot, thank you."

"Well, you're going to clean the washrooms at The Silver for a whole year, aren't you?"

Steve sighed as he looked at her for a moment, not wanting to lose focus on the road. "Would you have done it without that incentive?"

"Pretending to be your girlfriend? No. Pretending is much work."

"And if I had just asked you to come with me, no pretending involve?"

"But you didn't, did you?"

"Would have you said yes?"

Y/N stared at him, his face barely illuminated by the lights of his own car from outside. She enjoyed that her silence was making him more and more anxious. "I would have said yes, Steve, if you had asked without the pretending bit."

He glanced at her, probably to see if she was playing with him or being serious. He saw something there that made him nod.

"I like Dustin. He seems nice."

"Dustin Henderson is amazing."

Just like that, she changed the topic and he accepted the change. 

To be continued… 

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[mandowifey]

The Start of Something.

Chapter 1. || Chapter 2

Ellison Oswalt can't remember the last time he had a break this big. A cult survivor who made national news, a secluded compound quartered off from the public eye, an entire town of folks gone over night. This is the opportunity to become the best seller once more, to tell the story of a young woman who survived against the odds.

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Warnings: Mentions of cult practices, reader is the survivor of extreme trauma as well as sexual assault and ritualistic practices. Reader is afab, and has gone selectively mute as a trauma response. Mentions of blood, traumatic memories, thoughts of anxiety, depression. This is a slow burn, with plot. (It'll be worth it, promise!)

Note: This is an AU, where the events of Sinister did not end with the family dying.

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Alaska was on the list of top three locations Tracy wanted to visit, which made it easier convincing the family to uproot despite the recent incident. Sitka was a small town located in the middle of endless forests, mountains and icy lakes. The people there cultivated most of their own food and livestock. Those who were able bodied enough to handle the work manned small fishing vessels during season and that was how they survived long winters. It was a difficult place to grow old, and that was when you weren't a tourist.

"Trevor, Ashley come here for a second."

Ellison came jogging around the moving van, which to everyone's surprise had stayed in tact since renting it nearly 200 miles ago. Wearing his signature cardigan, he leaned and placed a box down on the edge of the truck before looking at his children. So much had changed since Chatford. Ashley didn't smile much, though the cocktail of therapy, child psychiatrists and medications were mostly to blame. Trevor had become much more withdrawn, and Tracy, she said it hadn't been his fault but the way she looked at him spoke otherwise.

He smiles. "I know I already gave you both a pep talk about moving here, but you gotta remember not to wander around anywhere without an adult. There's-"

His pointed gaze fell upon the full sized bed in the corner. It seems Tracy remembered to tell the movers to put it there. Things were different now, and that included their marriage. The only reason they had not finalized the divorce was to keep their children from dealing with any other sort of stress on top of what had already happened. Part of him hoped that this new book would be his gateway into repairing his marriage and family.

"Bears, wolves, and other bad things." Both children said unanimously.

Ellison pushes his lips together, softening his brows. He had not realized how many times he'd given them the 'safety talk'. Satisfied that the children understood, he waved them off and grabbed his box before walking inside. Their home was an older model, a mix of vintage and modern. Some of the wood that came with the original structure had been restored, but the rest had been left untouched. It was not as glamorous as their previous residences but it was the only place they could afford with their strict budget. Stepping around the corridor into his office, he places the box down on the desk and glances.

With a heavy sigh, Ellison walked out of his domicile and resumed bringing in boxes.

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You were running.

His scream followed you over fallen trees, through the leaves and streams. Dogs barking, their hot breath at your legs. Your lungs were filled with ice, aching with each sharp breath you took. Everything inside you was tired, but giving up meant going back, and you would rather die.

It felt like you might, as you broke through the tree line and the lush woods became a narrow cliff face, nearly 60 feet above white capped rapids. Jumping would certainly result in death, but so would allowing yourself to be caught. Your heart slammed in your ears as rushing winds made you wobble and catch yourself near the edge. You look below, before your eyes drift back to the trees. Four men ran out, two holding foaming dogs on leashes, and two holding torches. Their black and red ceremonial robes ruffling in the wind.

"Y/N," A man with short platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes emerged from the middle of them. His prominent cheek bones making him appear much more ghastly in the low light of the setting sun. The robes he wore mirrored that of a christian reverend. Though instead of white or gold accents, they were red.

"Stay away from me, Joseph." Your voice hardly audible over the wind.

His lips pressed into a thin line and he frowned as he looked at you. Joseph was so clearly disappointed, the look in his eyes made you think he might've almost felt bad. But you knew better. He takes another step towards you, causing you to inch closer to the edge, making him stop.

"Don't you think this is a little bit of an overreaction, hmm?" He rumbles. "Come on darling, what are you going to do, jump? That fall alone is nearly 60 feet. It'd kill you on impact-"

Your bare feet touch the edge of the cold stone, your eyes on fire as you look at him.

"-Y/N, my dark goddess, please, seek reason, move from the edge and come with me. I promise you will not receive punishment for your disobedience. Just, step away..." Joseph extends his hand towards you, fingers uncurling as his lips twisted into a smile that never quite reached his eyes. In that moment, you knew what had to be done.

His guttural scream echoed as you let yourself fall.

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Waking with a gasp, you sat upright in bed and gripped your chest, face and head to check over each inch and ensure everything was still together. Satisfied your body had not split apart, you look around your room and grab the cellphone perched on the edge of the nightstand. 7:45 AM, the usual. Ever since your escape, the nightmares had been relentless. Exhausted could not even begin to describe it. Sleep seemed like a fantasy instead of a possibility.

You decided it was time to start your day, the likelihood of falling back asleep was low. Making your way out of bed, you began the same routine you had done since your liberation three months ago. Shower, teeth, clothes, breakfast. The autonomy if your decisions was still strange. For nearly an entire year you had that right stripped away from you by Joseph. Now he was gone and you could decide when you ate and what you wore. The sensation was still strange, you couldn’t be sure you would ever get used to it.

As you moved around the tiny home, you heard the sound of church bells and felt a pit forming in your stomach. Saint Gale’s had been kind enough to give you housing in the in-law home on the church grounds. To return their kindness you volunteered at the church when you were able, and occasionally at the food kitchen. It wasn’t much, but it helped with the guilt of being supported. The small home was unlisted, and it helped conceal your identity from the public. Within the first three days of freedom, every news outlet and personality wanted to interview you. Everyone wanted the story of the Sitka Satanist Survivor. After denying each and every one, they had dwindled away to nothing as they realized you had vanished from the public eye.

You reminded yourself it was for the best. What happened with Joseph and that cursed place should die with you alone. Not a single soul would believe what had transpired there, and you were fine with that. The acceptance helped you sleep at night sometimes.

Cleaning your coffee mug, you were lost in thought when a familiar prickle made its way up the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked towards the front door, silent. There was a sound of tires crunching in gravel and a car door closing. You drop the mug in the sink and lunge for the knife block, your fingers curling around the handle of one and unsheathing it as you face the door. No one should know you were there. Holding your breath, you listened as soft footsteps trailed to your front door, where someone knocked gently.

A sick sensation began to pool in your stomach, your lungs aching from the lack of oxygen. Your mind swirled with all the possibilities. What if its Joseph? The police said the entire compound was gone by the time they arrived. Gone, not dead. Gone could mean anything. It could mean they were out there, just waiting for you to get complacent. The voice in your head began to whisper. Take the knife, cut your throat, don’t let them in. Don’t open that door. Cut your throat cut your throat cut-

“Hello, my name is Ellison Oswalt, I’m here to talk to Y/N.”

The thoughts abruptly stopped. Your eyes flick to the cornered bookshelf in the living room. Resting on the middle shelf, an old copy of Kentucky Blood. Another writer, someone hoping to capitalize on your experience. Your grip on the knife loosens just enough to alleviate the pain in your fingers. The man being there didn’t anger you, however you were pressed to find out how he found you. Walking to the door, you unlock the bottom lock but leave the chain lock connected. You open it just enough to look out and see him. Standing in his cardigan, he had a satchel over his shoulder and a soft smile on his face. Paranoid, your eyes skim the space behind him, searching for others.

Ellison picked up on your concern. “I’m alone.” He promises. “I’m good friends with the man who runs the church, Gary? I had to search a little to figure out where they moved you to but it’s not public. I hadn’t told anyone either.” He assures, his cerulean eyes catching the morning rays. You stare at him, frustrated that Reverend Morrison would tell anyone where you were.

Since you had not spoke, Ellison continued. “I know you don’t have a great relationship with the media but I want to work with you and tell your story. It’s not every day someone goes through what you did. This is a chance to inspire others, maybe be an awakening for folks. You deserve to be heard.” His words held a lot of passion, you felt compelled to believe him. With a frown, you reach over to put the knife on the counter before looking at him. Perhaps he was right. Maybe if the world learned of what happened to you, you’d find some peace. You doubted heavily he or the public would believe you, but Ellison had a point. It was time to be heard.

Unlatching the chain, you open the door fully to welcome him inside.

For just a moment, you felt hope.

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