#dan torrance fanfic

[mlmxreader]

Deserving | Dan Torrance x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: may i please humbly request male reader x dan torrance where the reader has been an absolute brat all day and now danny put them in their place. 

“I’m not playing this game with you”

summary: Dan shows you exactly what happens when you act up. 

tws: blowjobs, hand jobs, daddy kink, praise kink, mild choking kink, dom/sub 

word count: 1589

MINORS DNI 

Dan was around a lot more lately, due to some trainees doing work experience at the hospice and some on placements, there wasn’t much for him to do except to look after Azzie, who had become nervous and anxious due to the influx of such a large amount of people wandering around the hospice under the supervision of the staff members who had been there for a lot longer than Dan had; the time off, at first, was a blessing if you were honest. Being able to spend longer days and longer nights with your boyfriend without his phone going off constantly telling him to get back to work, it was a much needed break for both of you; but today it was different. He was different today. He wasn’t giving you as much attention as you would have liked, staring at his phone and going through social media; he was sat on the bed, legs spread as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, checking the news, checking his emails and texts, occasionally looking at events that were going on during his days off to come. But you had had enough. 

Sitting between his legs, you tilted your head. “Dan.” 

He looked at you for a split second. “Yeah?”

“I’m bored,” you huffed, putting your hands on his thighs. “Can we do something?”

“There’s not much to do,” he chuckled, shrugging. “Unless if you want to join John’s weekly Downton Abbey watch.” 

You scoffed. “As if! Can’t we do… anything?”

“The coffee shop closed an hour ago,” he told you, “the library’s closed. The non-alcoholic bar down the street doesn’t open for another…” he checked the time on his phone, “two hours.” 

You huffed, dramatically laying down with your body across his legs, covering your eyes with your arm. “But I’m bored.” 

“You’re acting like a brat, you know,” Dan commented, putting his phone on charge next to yours on the bedside table. “Why don’t you just play video games for a bit?” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Seriously?”

“You said you’re bored,” he pointed out. 

“Dan,” you dragged out the a in his name. 

“What?” He chuckled. 

“You know what I want,” you complained. 

“I don’t,” he mused, finding it quite funny that you were being so needy and such a brat. “You’re just being bratty.” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” You shrugged, looking rather smug and full of yourself as you knelt between his legs, tilting your head to the side. Such a look was one that Dan knew well, it was a push of the buttons, a tug of the shirt - a silent whisper of “I dare you”. You were challenging him, without a care in the world. 

“Put you in your fucking place,” he growled, pushing himself up with a groan and pushing your shoulders back, pinning you beneath him, your wrists in his hands as he raised a brow. “Are you gonna stop being a brat?”

You pursed your lips for a moment, pretending to think for a while until you laughed and shook your head. “Nah.” 

Letting his hand trail down to the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, Dan tilted his head to the side, moving a little so that his lips were close enough to yours that you could feel his breath. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips, a soft whimper coming from the back of your throat when Dan dared to start palming you through the thin fabric, making you pull against him to try and free your wrists, wanting to touch him. “Dan…” 

“That’s not my name, is it?” He hissed, moving his hand to your hip so that he could pin it down, preventing you from bucking your hips and trying to get any friction whatsoever. 

You shook your head, breath shaky and your body starting to tremble a little as excitement mixed with a rush of lust. “Sorry, Daddy.” 

“Good boy,” Dan groaned, straddling your hips, his cock so close to your own as he started to rock against you a little. “Is this what you wanted?”

“I want you to fuck me, but… this’ll do,” you whimpered, trying to lean up to kiss him, but Dan put his hand on your throat. 

“Do you want me to choke you?”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” you nodded, a small smile coming to your lips when he added a little pressure to your throat. “I promise I’ll be good if you fuck me…” 

“Oh, no,” Dan tutted, shaking his head. “After the way you’ve been acting? I don’t think you deserve it.” 

You groaned softly, bucking your hips against him, a small shudder running along your spine; you could feel how hard he was, and while you knew you were already stiff, it was only driving you further. You needed to feel his skin against yours, you needed to feel him. “Daddy, please…” 

“So suddenly you’re gonna behave yourself?” He asked hoarsely, licking his lips. “All because you want my cock?”

“Please,” you begged, pouting. But Dan was having none of it. 

“Do you want me to make you cum?” He growled. “Or do you want me to stop?”

“Make me cum,” you whined, needing to feel him against you, needing to have his skin on you and to feel how he filled your ass. But if this was the best you were going to get, you were going to take it. “Please. I wanna cum.” 

“If you want me to stop, you just have to say,” he whispered in your ear, shaking his head. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” you agreed softly. “I know.” 

“Good,” he murmured, swallowing thickly. “I’m gonna reach down and take your cock in my hand, that alright?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” You squirmed beneath him, trying to get as close as you could while he trailed his hand down from your throat, the tips of his fingers so soft against you that you could hardly feel it through your clothes, gasping softly when he reached your cock, taking it in his hand and, with a torturously slow string of movements, started to stroke it. “Daddy, please, don’t tease me.” 

“This is your punishment,” Dan said softly, moving to kiss the edge of your lips, but not quite daring to let you have what you really wanted. “Being such a brat - do you really think you deserve any better?”

“No,” you moaned, trying to buck your hips, but with his body on yours, you couldn’t. “No, I don’t, Daddy.” 

“Good,” Dan groaned, daring to pick up the pace of his hand a little, getting the most darling and animalistic moan from you as you tilted your head back, your eyes closing as you cried out for more. “Because I’m not playing this game with you… you act like a brat, you get treated like a brat. Understand?”

You nodded, causing Dan to angle his head so that he could suck, bite, and lick at your neck, a growling demand for you to use your words dancing across your skin with low and thunderous vibrations. “Yes, Daddy, I understand…” 

He started to move down the bed, lifting your shirt up enough so that he could kiss and bite across your chest, paying extra attention to your nipples and licking and sucking them until you were trying desperately to touch him; Dan knew what was doing, making you ache for him, until he grabbed your hips and dragged you down so that your legs were dangling off of the edge of the bed. He let his chin rest on your thigh as he smiled. 

“Do you want Daddy to suck your cock?”

“Yes!” You nearly cried out the word, so eager as you helped him to push your pyjama bottoms down, letting your cock spring free. 

He put one arm on your stomach, pinning you down to the bed as he wrapped his mouth around your cock, making you gasp and moan his name loudly, gripping onto his hair and trying desperately to wriggle and to buck your hips against him. His scruff felt glorious against your skin as he dared to take you all the way, his nose brushing against your pubic hair, trying not to smile when you begged for him to make you cum, so needy and so wanting for just a little release; he had you exactly where he wanted you - begging and needy. 

He pulled back with a soft ‘pop’ sound, licking his lips as he finally smiled. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” you nodded, still so fucking eager. “Please, I’ll be good.” 

Dan let out a soft tut, shaking his head as he cleared his throat; he wrapped his mouth around your cock again, using one hand to play with your balls as he put his lips and tongue to good use. He would take all of you into his mouth, your head hitting the back of his throat, before he came up again, then going down again, his head bobbing as you gripped his hair and tugged at it; you were panting and moaning by the time you started to cum, spilling into his mouth and whimpering softly when he swallowed. He kept going, waiting for you to finish before he finally pulled away completely and chuckled. 

“Go take a shower,” Dan growled, pulling you in for a harsh kiss, trying not to grin at how you moaned against his lips, able to taste yourself. “I’ll be there in a bit.” 

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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[littleoddwriter]

hello! i love your works! would you be comfortable doing a fic of a gn!reader helping billy with dan torrence? like, when he first arrives in town and his recovery is rough. lots of good lovin' hurt/comfort for this poor boy please!

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Getting Better | Dan Torrance x GenderNeutral!Reader (Pre-Relationship)

Hello there! Thank you both SO much!!! <3 Since the requests are extremely similar, I decided to combine them. Hope that's okay! And thanks so much for the requests, I really hope y'all like what I've done with them. :')

summary; See above.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Pre-Relationship; Alcoholism; Recovery; Relapse; Suicidal Tendencies; Past Abuse; Hurt/Comfort; Fluff.

At the first AA meeting Dan visited, Billy introduced him to you. Just like everyone else there, you were an alcoholic, too. Ten years sober at that point, as you proudly told him. He was happy for you. He hoped he’d get there, too. No more drowning it all in alcohol. He wanted to get sober and he wanted to do better. He wanted to be a better person.

Billy and you were both so kind to him, offering help, a job, anything, really. He couldn’t comprehend why either of you dared to put yourself at risk for him like that when neither of you even knew him. But like Billy had said, he had this feeling about people sometimes, and ironically enough, you had told him the same thing when he had asked you the same question of why you were helping him. Did you both have the shine? And neither of you even knew. Although that was probably lucky for you.

______

Now that Dan had a job, his days weren’t so bad. He worked shifts at Teenytown, helping with the train, and otherwise he was at the hospice. It was good. It felt good. And it didn’t leave much room for memories to pop up. It was a good distraction. 

That was until he went back home and was all alone. 

He was at his worst during the night. Images of dead people haunted him, his own father, the creatures of the hotel, recent acquaintances. They all haunted him. He didn’t have nearly enough strength to face them and prove that he’s better than the bottle just yet. They always won, didn’t they? 

But they didn’t have to. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had help. He had you and Billy and John. He just needed to contact one of you to help him right now, as Deenie and her baby were still haunting him. The guilt he felt was immeasurable. He was a terrible person. He didn’t deserve help. Did he?

With shaking fingers, he put the bottle back into his bag and got out his keys. Then, he stood up and walked down the stairs, as quietly as he could, to knock on your door. You lived just below him. It was either you or Billy, now. 

A few moments later, you opened the door, looking half asleep still. When you saw him, though, you became more alert. 

“Dan? Hey, come inside,” you said, your voice was still thick with sleep. He felt terrible for waking you. Nonetheless, he walked past you and inside your apartment.

“I’m sorry,” Danny started, “I just- I need help. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“That’s all right. Come here, let’s sit down and talk, hm?” you told him gently and sat down on the couch. He sat down beside you, fidgeting with his pants. “What happened?” you asked, then.

Breathing deeply, Dan tried to gather himself. Should he really tell you the truth? Wouldn’t you judge him horribly for it and never want to see him again?

In the end, he decided to risk it anyway. He told you about Deenie, about stealing her money and leaving her and her toddler alone. And now they were dead and it was all his fault. He started crying at the end, burying his face in his hands. He wanted to go hide himself. He wanted to die. He deserved it.

“Danny… I’m so sorry for what happened. It’s not your fault they’re dead. Both you and Deenie did something wrong. But no one deserved to die. No one is truly at fault here. Sometimes it’s just bad luck if anything. You think it’s gonna be okay, but it ends up being everything but. It’s done. You feel guilty. And you’ll feel guilty for a long time. But you know what? That doesn’t make you a terrible person. The fact that you show remorse and decided to change and to get help is what makes you a better person; even though it doesn’t undo what has happened, of course,” you spoke kindly, putting a hand on his back and rubbing it soothingly as he only seemed to cry harder at your words. 

Dan forced himself to calm down, looking at you with pure wonder in his eyes. 

“Thank you,” he rasped, swallowing thickly, “I- I don’t know what else to say. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“You don’t need to say anything. I’ve been there, too. Not exactly like this. But the guilt and the consequences of your actions that make you feel like the most horrible person alive. I know what that’s like and if I can help you even just a little bit with my words, then that’s enough for me,” you responded with a gentle smile on your lips.

Nodding, Danny rubbed his hands over his face to get rid of the tears.

“You helped me a lot with it,” he told you honestly. 

______

A week later, Dan’s father was the one haunting him. All those painful memories, the mockery, the danger. It all came back to him, suffocating him. 

And that was when he broke.

For the first time in fifty-six days, he’s relapsed. Fifty-six days. That was all he had managed.

He had only drunk half a bottle before stopping, pouring it out in the sink and throwing it away. But the damage was done. 

Danny felt helpless and alone. Ashamed. He didn’t want to let you or Billy know. He didn’t want to ask for your help. He didn’t deserve it. 

Without thinking about it or having control over it, though, he pounded his fist into the floor repeatedly, so full of anger. He was mad at himself. He was raging. How could he have relapsed when he’d been so determined to get better?

Minutes later, somebody knocked on his door. He thought it might have been his landlord. He was supposed to be dead quiet, after all. Or just dead. That would have been so much better.

Walking over to the door on shaky legs, he opened it, ready to have his head ripped off. Instead, he found Billy and you standing in front of him with concern written all over your faces.

“Can we come in?” Billy asked, motioning inside. Dan stepped aside without saying a word, watching you two walk into his apartment in shock.

“I heard… something. Sounded like you were kinda having a breakdown or something,” you said softly, “So, I went to get Billy before I knocked on your door. Thought you could use both of us, right now.”

“What’s going on, Danno?” Billy inquired when you were done talking.

Feeling exposed, Dan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, while he attempted to work out what he was going to tell you. If anything, he only had two simple words to say. But they weren’t simple. Were they? 

Why was he so scared of telling you two that he’s relapsed when he knew that it happened to both of you several times as well?

“Dan?” you called gently, walking into his line of sight and putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. 

“I relapsed,” he whispered brokenly as he shed a tear.

Billy was on his other side, now, standing next to you. Both of you had your hands on his shoulder. Both of you looked at him with compassion and kindness. Both of you were here to help him. 

“Help,” he choked out before his knees gave out and a sob tore from his throat. 

Billy and you caught him, steadying him and gently lowering him to kneel on the floor. 

“Oh, Dan,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his temple, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Danno,” Billy said, “It happens. Happens to all of us. Y/N and me. John. Everyone in the group. You’ll just have to keep going and try again. A relapse doesn’t mean you start from the beginning. It just means you have fallen and need to get back up again. You know how to already.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Dan admitted hoarsely.

“You can. Dan, I know you can. You have the fire and determination that it takes. And you have what’s even more important than that. Willingness. You’re willing to get help. You want help. And that’s all you need, right now,” you told him firmly.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Danny nodded, “Okay.”

“That’s my man!” Billy exclaimed, “I know you’ve got this Danno. It’s one setback. You’ll get back on track in no time.”

After a couple of minutes of more encouragement, Billy left to sleep some more. He had to get up early and Dan insisted that he should go. You offered to stay, though. 

“Thank you. For everything, Y/N. I’m sorry for waking you, though. I hope I didn’t scare you,” Danny said, once you both sat down on his bed, shoulder to shoulder.

“Nothing to thank me for,” you responded, smiling, “And it’s fine. I’m just glad Billy and I could help you a bit. Say, how much did you have to drink?”

“Half a bottle of whiskey,” he whispered, feeling ashamed and exposed all over again, but it didn’t last long.

“Oh, I’ve been there, too. Sucks,” you chuckled softly, “Where’s the bottle now?”

“The liquor is down the drain. The bottle is in the trash,” he answered instantly.

“Good.”

One thing wouldn’t leave Dan alone, still. Now less than ever, while you were sitting so close to him, your shoulder touching his. 

He’s been meaning to ask you this ever since he’s met you. Something just pulled him to you.

“Y/N… I understand if you wouldn’t want to. I don’t even know why I’m asking now. Maybe it’s the liquor courage,” Dan started, giving a dry, humourless laugh, “But I was wondering if you ever wanted to go out with me?”

You turned to face him so quickly, he was worried about your neck.

“God, yes!” you exclaimed with a huge grin, “I’d love to go out with you. How about in a week’s time when you’ve managed to stay sober for seven days again, hm?”

“Is that a condition?” he asked, cautiously but with humour lacing his voice.

“No,” you said, “I thought we might do it as a celebrational dinner if it works. If it doesn’t, I’d still like to go on a date with you, then. I have faith in you, though, Danny.”

“That makes one of us,” he murmured. Then he continued louder for you to hear, “Sounds good to me. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me, too.” 

You leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing. And in turn, Dan rested his head on yours.

If you had faith in him, maybe he should start to believe in himself, too.

He could do this.

[dicktozier]

this is me trying

Richie Tozier/Dan Torrance - It & Doctor Sleep Crossover

Summary: While Richie Tozier is trying to recover from everything he experienced in Derry, he meets Dan Torrance and discovers that he has a power called ‘shining’. The two of them must learn to navigate life on the other side of the traumas that they’ve experienced. The bond that they form is truly some ‘cosmic-level shit’.

From the fic:

He made eye contact with the man across the aisle. Richie remembered that his name was Dan and he had been sober for over ten years. Richie hoped that he wasn’t still coming to this joint after ten fucking years. And to someone who was ten years sober, this shit had to be a joke.

Dan had sad eyes, but they sparkled with a slight bit of mischief when he met Richie’s gaze, like maybe he could tell what Richie was thinking. Everyone has their demons . A voice that Richie almost didn’t recognize said back to him in his brain. 

Richie furrowed his brows. That was weird .

“The thing is, everyone else has no problem drinking to celebrate. Have a few glasses of wine and get loosened up.” Debbie went on.

Can you hear me? The voice said. Dan was still looking at him and his gaze was so intense that Richie had to look away. He took a deep breath, trying to focus back on the meeting. The story about the woman’s other family birthdays and holidays that had gone wrong because of her drinking.

“For me, it was three bottles … four bottles.”

Richie looked down at where his hands were clasped uneasily between his knees.

After the meeting, Richie bolted toward the door to smoke. Rolling fog was visible even in the dark of the evening. It was damp out, like it had drizzled while they were inside. The street light reflected on the dark pavement. He stood on the right side of the building, away from the rest of the smokers who gathered on the left under the big tree. Shoulders slumped as Richie focused on the bitter taste of the cigarette.

I’m fucking losing it. A drink sounds so fucking good right now. Richie thought to himself.

“Hi.”

Richie looked up. He tried not to be annoyed that Dan was approaching him and offering him a cup of stale shitty coffee in a styrofoam cup.

“Hey.” Richie said, politely taking the cup, but not making eye contact with him.

“Dan Torrance.”

“Richie Tozier.” He gave a quiet laugh. “Feels kinda stupid introducing myself since I do that every so often in front of everyone.”

“Don’t feel stupid.” Dan said.

Richie’s gaze flickered up to meet Dan’s. “You want a smoke?” Richie asked.

“No, thank you. I don’t smoke.” Dan said.

“Ten years sober and no nicotine? Jesus.” Richie said, taking a long draw from his cigarette.

Dan smiled, but shrugged. “I can’t help but notice that you sit alone during the meetings. If you ever need anyone to talk to … ”

“I’m not really looking for a sponsor.” Richie interrupted him. You’re not supposed to be attracted to your sponsor . He thought.

Dan’s brow furrowed, and he looked down at the space on the sidewalk between where they were standing. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly. “Still.”

Richie knew that he hadn’t said that second part out loud, but the way that Dan was blushing made him wonder if he had by accident. “Sorry, I uh, wasn’t trying to be rude.” Richie said carefully.

Dan cleared his throat. “No, not at all. I just meant that everyone can use a little extra help sometimes. Or a friend.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, alright?” Richie offered a smile.

Dan smiled back and nodded. “See you around, Richie.”

[wingzemonx]

Resplandor entre Tinieblas - Capítulo 122. Encargarnos de otras cosas

Resplandor entre Tinieblas

Por WingzemonX

Capítulo 122. Encargarnos de otras cosas

A pesar de que Matilda y Cole tenían muchas preguntas que querían hacerle a su mentora, lo cierto era que la persona que había estado en coma hasta hace unos días, era Eleven y no ellos. Así que, siendo justos, la que en realidad tenía más preguntas sobre lo que había ocurrido durante todo ese tiempo, era ella. Al menos en lo que respectaba a los detalles más finos del asunto, pues al menos de manera general parecía ya haberse enterado bastante bien.

Así que turnándose un poco la palabra, ambos comenzaron a explicarle a la recién llegada qué habían hecho desde aquella noche Eola. Mucha de la conversación inicial la llevó principalmente Cole, quién detalló lo mejor posible su investigación y su encuentro con el padre Babatos y el padre Alfaro, y cómo dio con la identidad de Damien Thorn. Algunos de esos detalles la propia Matilda los conocía, pero otros no.

Matilda igualmente hizo lo propio, explicando aquella llamada que había recibido de un tal Sr. Sinclair, que fue quien le informó del paradero de Samara a cambio del apoyo de uno de los rastreadores. Le sorprendió (aunque en realidad no tanto) que Eleven ya supiera de eso, pues Mónica le había informado los detalles.

Los sucesos de hace dos días fueron más… complicados de explicar, pero igual lo hicieron lo mejor posible. Eleven los escuchó atentamente a cada momento, con rostro imperturbable. Su hija, sin embargo, sentada a su lado, parecía bastante más afectada por todo lo que escuchaba. Ni en todo el tiempo que ella había estado trabajando y ayudando en la Fundación siendo joven, había pasado por tantas como ellos dos en un par de días.

Sin embargo, sí hubo dos cosas de lo que Matilda y Cole le contaron que claramente llegaron a perturbar profundamente a la cabeza de la Fundación Eleven: la presencia de Charlene McGee, no sólo en Los Ángeles sino muy seguramente en el pent-house aquella noche… y el destino de Kali Prasad en esa abandonada bodega en la cual ellos estuvieron muy cerca de correr con la misma suerte.

Sobre todo eso último había tomado a Eleven totalmente desprevenida, y tuvo que tomarse un momento para digerirlo lo mejor posible. Su hija propuso que tomaran un descanso, pero El insistió en qué estaba bien, y tras unos instantes instó a que prosiguieran. Aunque ya no había mucho más que contar después de eso, salvo su huida de aquella bodega, la llegada a la clínica ayudados por los hombres del padre Babatos, y lo que Samara había hecho a la pierna de Cole. Lo siguiente más importante luego de eso, era justo ese momento que estaban viviendo.

—Pasaron por muchas dificultades en mi ausencia —musitó Eleven una vez que las explicaciones de Matilda y Cole habían terminado. En medio de todo la Srta. Honey les había traído un poco de té, y lo fueron bebiendo sorbo a sorbo mientras charlaban. En ese momento la taza de El ya estaba vacía, así que se estiró para colocarla de regreso en la mesita de centro—. Lamento mucho que haya tenido que ser así. Pero, por otro lado, me alegra ver que tras todo esto ambos lograron solucionar sus diferencias.

—¿Diferencias? —musitó Matilda un poco confundida, aunque casi de inmediato se le vino a la mente cómo había sido los primeros encuentros entre Cole y ella, y que muy seguramente eso había sido lo último con lo que Eleven se había quedado antes del incidente—. Ah, eso… sí —pronunció despacio—. Bueno, digamos que mucho de lo sucedido me ha ayudado a… abrir un poco más mi mente a otras posibilidades. Y en especial a darme cuenta de que efectivamente estaba siendo bastante obstinada y orgullosa. —Se viró en ese momento directo hacia Cole sentado a su lado. El detective pareció un poco sorprendido en cuanto los profundos ojos azules de la psiquiatra se posaron fijos en él—. Y me disculpo sinceramente por eso… No sé si ya lo había hecho, pero lo hago de todas formas.

—No tienes nada de qué disculparte —le respondió Cole con una media sonrisa—. No sé si ya lo había dicho, pero lo hago de todas formas.

Matilda soltó una pequeña risilla divertida como respuesta a su comentario, aunque de inmediato intentó contenerse al darse cuenta de ello. Se sintió un poco avergonzada por aquella tan “poco profesional” reacción de su parte. Eleven desde su asiento observó a ambos con una amplia sonrisa astuta. Definitivamente habían pasado más cosas de las que decían.

—Bueno, todo lo que me dicen me da una imagen más completa de lo ocurrido —señaló Eleven. Sus dedos jugaban inquietos con su bastón.

Aquel accesorio de apoyo les había llamado la atención a Matilda y Cole por igual, pues nunca habían visto que ella tuviera que usar uno antes. Sin embargo, no estaban seguros si debían, o podían, preguntar al respecto de forma directa.

—Pero ahora me toca a mí explicarles un pedazo de este asunto que creo que ninguno conoce aún —declaró Eleven con abrumadora seriedad, destanteando un poco a sus dos oyentes.

Sin muchos rodeos, comenzó a hablarles del DIC, de quién era su amigo Lucas Sinclair, y de la complica relación que ambos tenían con Charlie McGee. Pero el DIC y a lo que se dedicaban fue el tema más importante, y el que más captó la atención de sus dos protegidos. Cole ya había oído al respecto antes, más que nada por rumores. Matilda, por su lado, aunque había sido informado de los experimentos que se habían hecho en los 70’s y 80’s de boca de la propia Eleven, desconocía que dicha organización seguía funcionando. Y no sólo eso, sino que además la Fundación solía trabajar seguido con ellos; y que incluso ella lo había hecho aquella noche sin querer, al ayudar a ese hombre, Lucas Sinclair, con su asunto.

Matilda se paró abruptamente de su asiento y caminó unos pasos lejos del sillón, cruzada de brazos. Los ojos atentos de Eleven, Sarah y Cole la siguieron.

—¿Me estás diciendo que existe una organización del gobierno dedicada a cazar resplandecientes? —soltó con voz gélida, girándose de nuevo hacia El—. Y no sólo eso, sino que es la misma que experimentó hace años contigo, con la Sra. McGee, con Eight… ¿y además su director es tu amigo? ¿Y hemos estado… trabajando con esas personas durante todo este tiempo? No puede ser cierto…

—Cálmate, por favor —le indicó Eleven, alzando una mano hacia ella—. Las cosas no son como las estás diciendo. La organización que nos hizo todo eso despareció hace años. Ésta es una nueva, que se formó de nuevo hace… relativamente poco.

—¿Y por eso incluso se llaman igual?

—No negaré que es cierto que las bases de esta organización se cimientan en aquella que Brenner y otros más formaron hace tiempo. Y soy la primera en aceptar que su sola existencia no me agrada del todo. Pero confío en Lucas y en las personas que tiene a su lado para dirigirla y cuidar que no se vuelva lo que La Tienda alguna vez fue. Y nos guste o no, se necesita de una organización mucho más capacitada y con mayor facultades que las nuestras, para lidiar con amenazas que no podemos controlar.

—¿Cómo? ¿Cazando a los que son como nosotros? ¿Encarcelándolos sin juicio, abogado ni nada? ¿Tratándonos como monstruos? Eso es justo lo contrario que pensé que esta Fundación representaba. Se supone que debemos ser un apoyo y un lugar seguro para los que tienen estas habilidades, donde puedan desarrollarse y aprender a tener vidas normales. Se supone que debemos ser una ayuda para todos y cada uno de ellos, no cómplices de sus perseguidores.

—Una ayuda para todos y cada uno de ellos —repitió Eleven con dejo de amargura en su voz—. ¿Y crees que en serio podemos brindar esa ayuda a todos los que tienen estas habilidades únicas, Matilda?

—Es nuestro deber al menos intentarlo.

—¿Incluso en el caso de Damien Thorn? —soltó de golpe con seriedad, dejando a Matilda destanteada—. ¿O Lilith Sullivan? ¿Qué hay de Leena Klammer, o el hombre y la mujer que los atacaron y asesinaron a Eight, y casi los matan a todos ustedes? ¿En serio crees que podemos ayudarlos a todos ellos de alguna forma?

Matilda guardó silencio. Su mirada se mantenía firme, pero se había desquebrajado lo suficiente para dejar en evidencia que no tenía argumentos suficientes para rebatir sus palabras.

Eleven suspiró con pesadez.

—Sí, creé esta organización para ayudar a los que son como nosotros; eso nunca ha estado en duda. Pero también he visto de primera mano el grandísimo daño que una persona con el poder suficiente, y una gran oscuridad en su interior, puede causar si no se le detiene a tiempo. Personas con las que no puedes negociar, hacerlos entender o cambiar de opinión. Personas que lo único que quieren es destruir y quemarlo todo a su paso. Y ese tipo de personas, Matilda, no pueden ser salvadas, porque de entrada no quieren serlo. Y para ese tipo de situaciones, me temo se necesita hacer lo que sea para contenerlos, o exterminarlos si es preciso…

Quizás su rostro sereno no lo demostraba del todo, pero Matilda se sintió casi espantada de escuchar a Eleven decir esas cosas. Y no era para menos; nunca le había tocado oírla decir nada parecido antes, y mucho menos con ese tono tan agresivo, cargando consigo la amargura y el dolor de todas las malas experiencias que había vivido a lo largo de los años, y todas las pérdidas que la habían golpeado con ellas.

Eleven, sin embargo, pareció ser consciente de esto, así que se forzó a cerrar los ojos y respirar lentamente para así tranquilizarse. Sarah pasaba lentamente su mano su espalda en un intento de reconfortarla. No era común en ella perder el control de esa forma, pero todo eso resultaba difícil para ella, y enterarse de lo de Eight no ayudó en lo absoluto.

—Pero nunca quise que ustedes, ni ningún otro de mis chicos, tuviera que meterse en algo así —aclaró con voz mucho más tranquila, volviendo a ser la misma comprensiva y serena Eleven que Matilda tanto conocía—. La Fundación no fue hecha para crear soldados ni nada parecido, sino justo para evitar que alguno de estos niños tuviera que pasar por algo como lo que yo, Charlie o Kali pasamos. Y eso es algo que siempre le he dejado bastante claro a Lucas, y que él respeta incondicionalmente. Ustedes están conmigo para proteger y ayudar niños como Samara; no para enfrentar a monstruos como Damien Thorn. En un mundo ideal, ustedes nunca se habrían enterado de nada de lo que les estoy contando ahora, y nunca habrían tenido que pasar por una situación cómo por la que pasaron. Pero… como pueden ver, no me fue posible protegerlos de esto. Y lo lamento enormemente.

El pesar en su voz era pesado y profundo; ninguno de los presentes sería capaz de negarlo.

—Tú tampoco tienes que disculparte, El —declaró Cole, inclinándose hacia adelante en su asiento—. Nada de esto fue culpa de ninguno de nosotros. Fue algo que nos sobrepasó, y todos actuamos cómo mejor pudimos.

Se volteó en ese momento hacia Matilda, con una expresión casi suplicante.

—Aunque puede que no concordemos por completo en cómo vemos las cosas, todos hemos pasado juntos por esto, y tenemos que seguirlo haciendo. Ya que esto aún no ha acabado.

Las palabras de Eleven y Cole, y en especial los centellantes ojos de este último, parecieron lograr suavizar un poco el humor de Matilda. Y aunque algo reticente, dejó salir su estrés en forma de un pesado suspiro, y se aproximó de regreso al sillón, tomando asiento de nuevo a lado del detective.

—Supongo entonces —comenzó a pronunciar con voz moderada—, que el Sr. Sinclar sabía la ubicación de Samara ya que el DIC tenía localizado a Damien Thorn y planeaban ir por él. ¿Correcto?

Eleven asintió.

—Llamó su atención inevitablemente luego de atacarme, y comenzaron a moverse rápidamente para investigarlo y aprehenderlo lo más pronto posible. Y todo parece indicar que en efecto, el DIC estuvo en ese pent-house esa noche.

—¿Ellos fueron los que causaron la explosión? —cuestionó Cole, curioso.

—No lo creo; ese suena más el estilo de Charlie. Pero lo que hizo al parecer no fue suficiente para matarlo.

Justo como Abra las había dicho.

—Tengo entendido que la familia Thorn hizo un comunicado afirmando que el chico ya no estaba en el edificio cuando ocurrió la explosión —señaló Matilda—, y que ahora se encontraba de regreso en Chicago. ¿Es mentira? ¿El DIC lo detuvo esa noche?

—De eso no tengo confirmación explícita, pero… creo que es lo más probable; y también a Charlie.

Cole y Matilda se miraron el uno al otro, preocupados por aquella última afirmación.

—Charlie fue una de las prófugas más longevas del DIC —explicó Eleven—, desde los tiempos de la organización original. Y, además de eso, una de sus mayores amenazas. No es que no tuviera motivos para odiarlos; los tenía, y de sobra. Tantos o más que Kali y yo. —Suspiró—. Pero hace tiempo, Lucas y yo le dimos la oportunidad de dejar todo eso atrás, empezar una nueva vida y olvidarse de todos los rencores del pasado que la carcomían. Pero lo rechazó… No la juzgo, realmente. Quizás, de no haber tenido a mi familia, a mis amigos, la Fundación, y todos estos niños nuevos que me necesitaban, incluidos ustedes, habría terminado siguiéndola. Pero cada una tomó sus decisiones, y tendremos que lidiar con las consecuencias de ellas.

—¿En dónde los tienen? —inquirió Cole con seriedad.

—Es difícil decirlo. Lo único que sé es que el DIC tiene una base ultra secreta en algún lugar del este, en un sitio que es capaz de mantener alejada a cualquier proyección psíquica que intente acercarse; incluso a mí. Si es por alguna anomalía natural o por algún aparato artificial que hayan diseñado, no lo sé. Pero ya sea física o mentalmente, nadie puede entrar ni salir de ahí, lo que vuelve virtualmente imposible localizarlo. Si es que acaso quisiéramos hacer tal cosa…

—¿Y en verdad crees que serán capaces de retenerlo en ese sitio? —mencionó Matilda, escéptica.

—Esto tampoco lo sé, pero de momento sólo nos queda confiar en que será así y dejar ese asunto en sus manos. Ya que, por otro lado, nosotros debemos encargarnos de otras cosas.

Hizo una pausa y fijó su mirada, que se había tornado severa, en los dos.

—Empezando por el hecho de que la policía está buscando a dos personas con su misma descripción exacta, que entraron a la fuerza en ese edificio durante la tarde.

Aquella repentina acusación hizo que tanto Matilda como Cole respingaran un poco, y de inmediato los inundara una sensación de incomodidad. No había sido su mejor momento, ciertamente.

—Todo eso fue totalmente mi culpa —indicó Cole con firmeza—. Yo fui el que decidió entrar a ese sitio solo, y creyó ingenuamente que podría controlarlo todo por su cuenta. Matilda sólo ingresó de esa forma para salvarme el trasero.

—Muy noble de tu parte el decirlo, Cole —indicó Eleven, asintiendo—. Pero para el caso, no es relevante. Entiendo mejor que nadie la situación tan difícil por la que pasaron, y cómo tuvieron que reaccionar de la mejor forma posible dado el momento. Por lo cierto es que se expusieron demasiado, y a todos nosotros de paso.

—Lo sentimos —respondió Matilda con voz resignada, hablando claramente tanto por ella como por Cole—. Te aseguro que ninguno deseaba que las cosas escalaran de esa forma. Y sé también que a raíz de eso, Cole y Abra salieron grave heridos, y Eight… —Matilda hizo una pausa y respiró profundo por su nariz antes de volver a hablar—. Pero logramos sacar a Samara de ese sitio y alejarla de ese individuo. Y, siendo honesta, no estoy segura si hubiéramos podido hacerlo de otro modo.

—Tal vez no —señaló Eleven sin ironía alguna—. Como sea, lo hecho, hecho está. Lo importante es que pudieron salir de esa situación, pero ahora toca arreglarla de alguna forma. Y es justo para este tipo de circunstancias que conviene ser amigos del DIC. Ya arreglé con Lucas que sus nombres no sea involucrado en lo absoluto en lo sucedido, y cualquier sospecha sea desviada en otra dirección.

—¿Y cómo harán eso? —cuestionó Cole con curiosidad, aunque también con evidentes reservas.

—Sólo digamos que ya tienen todo un protocolo para atraer a su jurisdicción cualquier caso que involucre la posible presencia de un Usuario Psíquico, y así poder controlar lo mejor posible la información.

A Cole esa descripción hizo que se le viniera a la mente aquello que Vázquez le había mencionado en Eola, sobre una agencia que había aparecido en Portland para encargarse del incidente del Providence Medical Center, o como el Jefe Thomson le había comentado que los federales habían tomado control total del caso de Leen Klammer y el flujo de la información. Ahora que sabía que el DIC estaba de alguna forma involucrado, todo parecía encajar y tener más sentido.

—Y en el caso de lo sucedido hace dos días —prosiguió Eleven—, ellos son los primeros en desear que su participación en ese incidente no sea del dominio público. Así que se encargarán de dar una versión de los hechos que se acople a sus intereses; y, de paso, también a los nuestros. Así que por lo pronto no deben preocuparse de eso. Sólo no se metan en más problemas en los próximos días.

Matilda estaba asombrada con la forma tan calmada y casual en la que Eleven mencionaba todo aquello; como si recibir la ayuda de una agencia del gobierno para encubrir crímenes y mentirle a la gente fuera de lo más normal para ella. Aunque, luego de todo lo que había escuchado durante esa plática, era posible que en efecto sí lo fuera.

—No creo sentirme cómoda con ese tipo de “ayuda” —masculló Matilda con sequedad.

—Te aseguro que será más cómodo que ir a prisión —sentenció Eleven con dureza, dejando a Matilda sin ninguna contestación posible, o al menos no una que quisiera compartir—. Aclarado ese punto, el siguiente que nos atañe es quizás el más importante y el que requiere una acción inmediata. Y me refiero a Samara Morgan.

La sola mención de la niña de Moesko en ese contexto, puso en alerta a Matilda, que de inmediato se sentó más derecha en su asiento, notándosele algo tensa.

—¿Qué quieres decir?

—A que oficialmente —dijo Eleven—, lo último que la gente sabe es que fue secuestrada en Oregón por Leena Klammer y llevada al sur hacia alguna locación desconocida. Sería bastante contraproducente que se enterarán que de hecho está en estos momentos en la planta alta de esta casa. —Al mencionar aquello, apuntó con su bastón en dirección al techo sobre ella—. Es por eso que antes de que alguien lo descubra y tengamos que responder preguntas incómodas, tenemos que hacer que reaparezca públicamente.

—¿Cómo?

—Los detalles aún no los tengo claros. De hecho, en uno rato más tengo que ir a hablar con la persona que nos ayudará con eso. —Volteó a ver a su hija mayor sentada a su lado al señalar eso último. Sarah asintió lentamente, confirmando sus palabras—. Pero les puedo adelantar que Cole tendrá que desempolvar su traje héroe una vez más.

Cole pareció confundido al inicio ante la mención a su persona, aunque rápidamente una idea pareció cruzarle por la cabeza, pues sonrió casi divertido de pronto.

—¿Así que seré de nuevo el policía solitario que rescató a la niña en problemas? —masculló Cole con tono socarrón. Aquello extrañó un poco a Matilda, en especial porque ambos habían usado la expresión “una vez más” y “de nuevo”. ¿Ya habían tenido que lidiar con esto antes?

—No es muy lejos de la verdad, considerando tu intento de rescate —señaló Eleven, rozando peligrosamente en un regaño—. Y sirve también que varios otros policías saben que estuviste estos días por aquí investigando por tu cuenta. Sólo habrá que decidir la mejor forma de manejar la narrativa, pero eso se los comunicaré más tarde, o mañana a más tardar. Pero como sea que vaya a ser, una vez que las autoridades y el público sepan que ha sido rescatada, lo siguiente será llevarla de regreso a Washington con su padre adoptivo.

—¿Qué? —exclamó Matilda, casi horrorizada por la idea—. ¿Su padre? Eleven, él… no quiere saber nada de ella. La culpa por todo, en especial por lo que le pasó a su esposa. Regresarla con él sería un peligro. Temo lo que pudiera hacerle…

La psiquiatra sintió un tremendo escalofrío recorriéndole el cuerpo, en cuanto a su mente volvían las imágenes de aquella horrible visión que había tenido de Anna Morgan intentando asfixiar a Samara y tirándola en aquel pozo para encerrarla. Nada le garantizaba que su padre no fuera capaz de hacer lo mismo; de hecho, lo consideraba casi un hecho.

—Quizás sea cierto —asintió Eleven—. Pero por lo menos hasta ahora, es su tutor legal, y quien tiene la última palabra sobre el destino de la niña. Claro, él y las cortes. Es por eso que tú irás con ella, Matilda, y te asegurarás de que todo salga bien con su padre. Ya sea que él la reciba de regreso o no, será una transición muy difícil para ella, y te necesitará más que nunca.

No necesitaba que se lo dijera; Matilda ya tenía decidido que acompañaría a Samara en cuanto la idea fue planteada, incluso si Eleven no hubiera estado de acuerdo. Pero su expectativa era mucho más que sólo servir de apoyo.

—Eleven, yo… —murmuró la psiquiatra en voz baja agachando la mirada—. Yo he considerado… si el Sr. Morgan no desea recibirla de regreso, o si estar con él representa un peligro real… yo quisiera hacerme cargo de ella…

Los ojos de Eleven se entrecerraron un poco, dibujando en su rostro una expresión de ligera confusión.

—¿Te refieres a que quieres adoptarla? —cuestionó la Sra. Wheeler sin muchos rodeos.

—¿De verdad? —se escuchó de pronto la voz de Jennifer cuestionar desde la puerta de la sala. Las miradas de todos se viraron hacia ella, pero en especial la de su hija adoptiva, azorada de verla ahí de pie, abrazando contra sí la charola metálica en la que le había llevado el té a las personas que conversaban afuera—. Matilda… ¿tú quieres…?

Jennifer se veía bastante asombrada. Hasta ese momento Matilda sólo le había comentado que Samara se quedaría un tiempo con ellas, pero no había aún planteado la posibilidad de que aquello fuera algo más permanente.

—Lo siento... —masculló Matilda vacilante, parándose de su asiento—. Quería hablarlo contigo en cuanto las cosas se calmaran. Pero yo… —Matilda turnó su mirada entre Eleven y su madre; las dos personas cuya opinión más peso tenía para ella en el mundo entero—. Samara es una niña única; más incluso que otros resplandecientes que hemos conocido antes. Con su padre no estará segura; tampoco en un orfanato, o un hogar temporal o adoptivo donde no entiendan sus habilidades y la manera de manejarlas. Pero sé que yo, con el apoyo de la Fundación, y el tuyo —indicó girándose de nuevo hacia Jennifer—, puedo darle todo ese amor y seguridad que ella se merece y necesita. Así como tú me lo diste a mí…

Jennifer respiró lentamente y agachó su mirada hacia su reflejo distorsionado en la superficie lisa de la charola que sujetaba. Su rostro era una máscara indescifrable en la que no era claro qué era lo que sentía o pensaba sobre lo que le estaban diciendo, y eso comenzaba a causarle un poco de angustia a Matilda que esperaba expectante su respuesta. No estaba segura de qué haría si le decía que no estaba de acuerdo, o que no pensara que ella estaba lista para tomar una responsabilidad como esa.

Tras unos dolorosos segundos de espera, la Srta. Honey habló al fin:

—Decidir ser madre es un gran paso, Matilda. Es aceptar una tremenda responsabilidad en tu vida, que además se vuelve diez veces más retadora si la criatura que decides acoger es “única”.

Todos los presentes supieron de inmediato que hablaba por experiencia propia.

—Pero —prosiguió—, si una… ingenua y soñadora maestra de primaria con la cabeza en las nubes pudo hacerlo ella sola, no me cabe la menor duda de que alguien como la Dra. Matilda Honey será la mejor madre que esa pequeña pudiera pedir en cualquier vida. —Levantó de nuevo la mirada hacia su hija, y una amplia y radiante sonrisa se dibujó en sus labios—. Y no tendrás que hacerlo sola; por supuesto que yo estaré aquí para apoyarte en todo lo que necesites; a ambas.

Matilda sintió una oleada de calor quemándole el pecho, subiendo por su cabeza y amenazando con brotar de su cuerpo en la forma de densas lágrimas. Logró contenerlas, sin embargo, y sobreponerse lo suficiente para avanzar hacia su madre y estrecharla firmemente entre sus brazos. Jennifer hizo a un lado la charola, y le correspondió con su brazo libre.

—Gracias —murmuró despacio cerca del oído de su madre—. Has hecho ya tanto por mí en todos estos años. No es justo que siga pidiéndote tanto más.

—Eso es lo que las madres hacen —le respondió Jennifer despacio como respuesta—. Ya lo entenderás tú misma.

El momento casi tenso y serio por el que estaban pasando hasta hace un momento había dado un giro hasta convertirse en algo más. Y aunque para algunos como Jennifer aquello resultaba algo repentino, para Cole era algo esperado, y eso se notaba en cómo contemplaba aquello con una sonrisa de satisfacción y orgullo.

Tras unos momentos Matilda y Jennifer se separaron, y dicho cambio fue la indicación que Eleven tomó para intervenir.

—Si es lo que has decidido, yo también te apoyaré para lograrlo —indicó con solemnidad—. Pero para lograr que eso ocurra, primero tienes que hacer las cosas bien. Tienes que llevar a la niña de regreso, y una vez allá apelaremos a que lo mejor para ella es estar a tu cuidado. Pero un paso a la vez. Primero necesitamos que deje de ser una niña desaparecida, y para ello tengo que ir a mi siguiente “cita”.

Eleven se puso de pie en ese momento. Sin embargo, al hacerlo ocupó apoyar ambas manos en su bastón, y adicionalmente Sarah tuvo que ayudarla tomándola de un brazo. Aquello dejó perplejos a Matilda y Cole. Aún ya de pie, Sarah seguía sujetándola firmemente de su brazo, y parecía por un momento que si la soltaba la mujer se fuera a desplomar al suelo. Era casi como si su mentora hubiera envejecido veinte años de golpe. ¿Era acaso eso una secuela que le había dejado el estado inconsciente en el que se había sumido?

Al observar los rostros de sus dos colegas, Eleven pudo detectar fácilmente la incertidumbre en ellos.

—Tranquilos —les comentó con una sonrisa despreocupada—. Tristemente no es la primera vez que terminó tan debilitada luego de usar mis poderes al máximo… aunque sí la primera en la que caigo en coma por un ataque de esta magnitud. Según mis médicos, debería haberme quedado en cama al menos una o dos semanas más, pero es obvio que no podía darme ese lujo. Necesitamos resolver todo esto lo antes posible.

—Eleven, si en verdad estás tan débil, no deberías exponer tu cuerpo a esfuerzos innecesarios —indicó Matilda, incapaz de ocultar su preocupación—. Estamos felices de tenerte de nuevo a nuestro lado, pero lo que menos queremos es que termines perjudicándote más, y en especial por nuestra causa.

—Te aseguro que ya tuve suficientes regaños de mi familia por haber decidido venir aquí —masculló Eleven, alzando una mano al frente para indicarle a Matilda que parara de hablar—. Y sí, todos tienen razón. Y prometo que en cuanto encaminemos todo esto en la vía correcta, me tomaré un merecido descanso. Y, de hecho… —Hizo una pequeña pausa, y luego prosiguió—. Puede que sea uno bastante largo, pues ya estoy pensando seriamente en mi retiro.

Todos se quedaron en silencio unos instantes al escuchar aquello, y la confusión y el asombro se apoderó de sus rostros; incluso del de Sarah.

—¿Tu retiro? —cuestionó Cole, parándose también por mero reflejo—. ¿De la Fundación? ¿Hablas en serio?

Eleven asintió.

—No es el sitio ni el momento para conversar a detalle de esto. Pero basta con decir que toda esta experiencia me hizo darme cuenta de mis verdaderos límites, y también de lo que es realmente importante. —Colocó en ese momento su mano sobre la que Sarah tenía en su brazo—. Y aunque siempre estaré aquí para apoyar a cada uno de ustedes en lo que pueda, es momento de que vayamos encaminando la Fundación para que pueda seguir adelante sin mi intervención directa.

Matilda y Cole se miraron entre ellos en silencio. La idea de que la Fundación pudiera existir sin Eleven, si bien resultaba lógica, era a su vez difícil de imaginar para ambos. Ninguno esperaba encontrarse esa mañana con una noticia como esa, y ciertamente les causaba una profunda mezcla de sentimientos.

—Eleven —masculló Cole con seriedad—. Esto no se debe a que… temas volver a enfrentarte a ese chico, ¿o sí?

Eleven guardó silencio unos instantes antes de responder.

—No —masculló despacio—. Y en parte quizás sí. Pero dejando de lado a Damien Thorn, la Fundación y nuestro trabajo es muy importante, y creo que lo será aún más dentro de poco. Por ello es crucial que todo esto pueda proseguir, pasara lo que tuviera que pasar. Y no crean que es una decisión que estoy tomando a la ligera. Esto es algo que ya he venido pensando y trabajando por bastante tiempo atrás. Empezando por tener desde hace mucho muy claro a quién deseo como mi sucesora.

Tras soltar tal declaración, los ojos de Eleven se colocaron fijos en una persona en específico de esa sala. Y dicha persona, aunque al inicio no se dio cuenta de este acto o el por qué detrás de él, tras unos segundos la insinuación que Eleven trataba de hacer se volvió bastante evidente; para ella y para todos los demás.

—¿Qué…? —exclamó Matilda, aturdida y confundida—. ¿Yo…? Eleven…

Sentía la lengua trabada, incapaz de articular una oración de dos palabras o más. Y antes de que lo siguiera intentando, la Sra. Wheeler alzó de nuevo una mano hacia ella, indicando que se detuviera.

—Como dije, no es el sitio ni el momento para discutirlo —señaló con firmeza—. Ya habrá tiempo. Sarah. —Se giró hacia su hija a su lado—. ¿Puedes ir pidiéndonos un vehículo?

—Sí, enseguida —respondió la joven mujer, permitiéndose soltarla con cuidado para sacar su teléfono.

—Cómo mencioné, tenemos otra cita —indicó Eleven con algo de humor en su voz—. Pero antes de que nos vayamos, quisiera conocer a Samara. Si estás de acuerdo.

La pregunta iba obviamente dirigida a Matilda. Sin embargo, ésta seguía tan aturdida que batalló para poder salir de ese estado y reaccionar.

—Sí, claro… dame un minuto.

Sin más se retiró de la sala con prisa, quizás con más prisa de la necesaria, y se dirigió a las escaleras que comunicaban a la planta superior. Eran tantas las emociones que le recorrían el cuerpo que sentía sus piernas casi como gelatina.

— — — —

Sólo unos pocos minutos después, Matilda venía ya de regreso con Samara tomada de su mano. A falta de otro atuendo mejor con el cual presentarse, la niña se había vestido con las mismas ropas con las que la habían recogido del pent-house de Thorn (tras al menos una pasada por la lavadora de la Srta. Honey). Eleven las observó desde el pie de la escalera, sonriendo con entusiasmo mientras ambas bajaban los escalones. Los rostros nuevos pusieron particularmente nerviosa a la pequeña de cabellos negros, y Matilda lo pudo notar por la forma en la que su mano se aferraba más firmemente a la suya.

—Está bien —le murmuró despacio, sólo para ella—. Son mis amigas, no tienes nada que temer.

La niña asintió, aunque no parecía en realidad del todo segura con esa afirmación.

—Samara —murmuró Matilda solemne, una vez que pasaron el último escalón—. Ella es la Sra. Wheeler, la cabeza de la Fundación Eleven. ¿Recuerdas que te hablé de ella en alguna ocasión?

Samara permaneció callada, observando desde abajo el rostro de aquella mujer de cabello rizado, y sus ojos cafés que la observaban de regreso a través del cristal de sus anteojos cuadrados.

—Hola, Samara —musitó El con voz cariñosa, extendiendo una de sus manos hacia ella mientras la otra se mantenía aferrada a su bastón—. Me llamo Jane, pero todos mis amigos me llaman Eleven. Es un gusto conocerte al fin. He oído mucho sobre ti.

Samara contempló la mano que le extendía por unos instantes, antes de animarse a soltar a Matilda y estrecharla tímidamente entre sus dedos delgados

—Mucho gusto —susurró la niña despacio, inclinando un poco la cabeza de tal forma que parte de sus cabellos cayeran frente a su rostro.

—Nos alegra mucho tenerte a salvo con nosotros una vez más. Sé que has pasado por cosas desagradables, pero te prometo que todo eso quedará atrás y ya no tendrás que esconderte, ni tampoco estar encerrada. Ya nos estamos moviendo para que eso suceda. Así que por el momento quédate tranquila, y dentro de poco te diremos exactamente qué es lo que haremos para que puedas retomar tu vida.

—¿Retomar mi vida? —masculló la pequeña, alzando de nuevo su mirada—. ¿Volveré al psiquiátrico…?

—No, claro que no —se apresuró a responder Matilda—. Te aseguro que no volverás a ese horrible lugar otra vez.

—Entonces… ¿Iré a prisión? —inquirió abatida, dejando a los demás un tanto desconcertados—. Damien dijo que si volvía, lo más seguro era que me encerraran. Por lo que le hice al Dr. Scott, a mi madre, a ese hombre del motel…

Samara agachó la mirada y se abrazó a sí misma, comenzando a temblar ligeramente. Matilda reaccionó de inmediato a esto, agachándose a su lado para rodearla en sus brazos; un acto muy similar al que Jennifer Honey había hecho más temprano en la cocina.

—Eso no tiene que preocuparte ahora —susurró al psiquiatra, pegando sus labios contra sus cabellos oscuros—. Lo que tenga que pasar, no tendrás que afrontarlo sola. Y te prometo que todo lo que hagamos de aquí en adelante será para tu bien.

—Confía en Matilda —señaló Eleven con firme confianza en su voz—. Haz lo que ella te diga, y todo saldrá bien. Te lo prometo.

Eleven culminó su comentario con un discreto guiño de su ojo, que a Samara por algún motivo le inspiró confianza. La niña asintió con la cabeza y respiró lentamente por su nariz, intentando tranquilizarse.

—Gracias…

—Es lo que hacemos —respondió Eleven, sonriente.

—El automóvil ya está cerca, mamá —le murmuró Sarah a su lado para llamar su atención.

—Sí, claro. Tenemos que irnos, Samara. Pero si todo sale bien, nos veremos esta noche para seguir discutiendo todo esto. Mientras tanto, pórtate bien y hazle caso a Matilda y a la Srta. Honey. —Extendió entonces su mano, permitiéndose darle un par de palmaditas en la coronilla de su cabeza—. Matilda, Cole, nos vemos más tarde.

—¿Y nos dirás entonces a quién irás a ver con exactitud? —preguntó Cole, mientras observaba cómo ambas mujeres Wheeler se aproximaban a la puerta.

—Creo que es un viejo conocido suyo, detective —respondió Eleven con tono jocoso, tomándolo un poco desprevenido. Y la siguiente pregunta que surgió en la cabeza de Cole, fue exactamente la misma que Lucas Sinclair tendría tras su conversación del día anterior:

«¿Qué estás tramando ahora, Eleven?»

Pero en su caso, no tendría que esperar mucho para obtener una respuesta.

Una vez en el pórtico, Jane y Sarah casi chocaron con Abra, Lucy y Dan, que ya también habían concluido su charla, así como su té, y se dirigían al interior para despedirse.

—Sra. Wheeler —musitó Abra, sorprendida de verla de pie ante ella, pese a que sus padres ya le habían comentado que habían llegado ahí todos juntos.

Eleven se giró a mirarla, y una renovada sonrisa de entusiasmo le iluminó el rostro.

—Al fin nos conocemos de frente, Abra —murmuró despacio, extendiendo su mano hacia ella del mismo modo que lo había hecho con Samara. La joven de Anniston, sin embargo, no vaciló tanto en estrechársela—. Aunque sé que en realidad ésta no es la primera vez que estamos físicamente la una frente a la otra. Sólo que en ese otro momento yo estaba… algo ausente.

—Sí, claro —pronunció Abra, riendo un poco—. Lamento el desastre que hicimos en su cabeza, y el que no pudiera ayudarla como quería.

—Oh, pero lo hiciste, te lo aseguro —señaló Eleven con certeza—. Estoy bastante convencida de que los golpes que le diste a ese mocoso petulante en ambas ocasiones, ayudó a que tu tío y yo estemos ahora de pie.

—¿Cómo es eso? —cuestionó Abra, un tanto escéptica.

—Yo tampoco estoy muy segura, pero sé que es así. Y como fuera, yo debo disculparme contigo, pues fue mi intromisión al querer buscarte lo que te jaló a toda esta locura en primer lugar.

—No del todo —negó Abra de inmediato—. Damien y yo… ya habíamos tenido un pequeño encuentro antes de que usted me encontrará. Creo que estaba en nuestro destino cruzarnos de nuevo de una u otra forma…

Antes de que Eleven pudiera responderle algo, el vehículo que Sarah había pedido fue visible por el camino de la casa, aproximándose en su dirección.

—Nuestro transporte llegó —indicó El apuntando al frente, aunque de inmediato se volvió de nuevo hacia Abra—. Espero en verdad poder hablar contigo con mucha más calma uno de estos días. Por todo lo que he oído y visto, me doy cuenta de que eres una jovencita más que excepcional. Sería todo un privilegio que te nos unieras en la Fundación. Creo que hay muchos como tú que pueden beneficiarse de contar con tu apoyo.

El rostro entero de Abra se iluminó como árbol de navidad al escuchar tal propuesta.

—Eso sería… —comenzó a pronunciar con marcada emoción, pero sus palabras fueron cortadas por un discreto carraspeo de su madre a su lado. Al mirarla, pudo notar por su expresión que la idea no la entusiasmaba tanto como a ella. Bueno, ya habría oportunidad de discutirlo—. Eso sería bueno —respondió con más moderación—. Me encantaría que pudiéramos hablarlo.

Eleven asintió, leyendo por el ambiente que en efecto sería algo para discutir en otra ocasión.

—Sra. Stone, Sr. Torrance —saludó a ambos con un leve movimiento de su cabeza—. Fue un placer viajar con ustedes.

—Gracias por todo, Sra. Wheeler —le respondió Dan con entusiasmo—. Espero que todo salga bien de su lado.

Eleven comenzó a bajar los escalones del pórtico con la ayuda de su hija mayor. El conductor del vehículo ya se había bajado para abrirles la puerta.

De pronto, Abra pareció recordar algo.

—Sra. Wheeler, espere un minuto —pronunció en alto, avanzando un par de pasos rápidos hacia ella, aunque deteniéndose justo después de eso por su herida. Eleven, con sus pies ya en el camino de cemento, se giró de regreso hacia ella—. ¿Usted sabe en dónde está Damien en estos momentos?

—No con total seguridad —respondió El con voz neutra—. Pero donde quiera que esté, te aseguro que no debes preocuparte de momento por él. Sólo debes enfocarte en descansar y recuperarte de esa herida.

—Supongo, pero… —masculló indecisa, agachando un poco su mirada. Miró hacia el chofer que aguardaba a lo lejos, y bajó los escalones para poder estar más cerca de El y hablar con voz más baja—. No sé cómo explicarlo, pero hace dos noches tuve un sueño bastante vivido, en el que aparecía Damien más joven, y un chico que creo que era su primo, y… Bueno, el caso es que no creo que haya sido un sueño. Parecía más un recuerdo, de cosas que realmente le pasaron, pero de las que yo no tenía conocimiento alguno. No tengo idea de por qué vi eso, pero siento que quizás él intentó de alguna forma comunicarse conmigo y terminó mandándome esas imágenes; algo parecido a lo que me sucedió la noche de su ataque, que pude ver lo que le ocurría a la distancia. ¿Cree que pudiera ser el caso?

Eleven la observó en expresión estoica, aunque reflexiva mientras hacía aquella descripción.

—No creo que haya sido lo mismo —respondió con firmeza tras un rato, también regulando su voz—. No puedo explicarte cómo o por qué, pero si es que está justo en dónde creo, no hay forma de que ninguna proyección o pensamiento entre o salga de ese lugar. Lo que puede haber sido es que, tras ese encuentro que tuvieron hace dos días en el que cada uno vertió todo su ser en el otro, quizás pudiste sin querer penetrar en una parte profunda de su cabeza, y extraído alguna de sus memorias sin darte cuenta. Y éstas se te mostraron solamente hasta que pudiste tener tu mente despejada y descansada.

—Pero entonces… —musitó Abra, vacilante—. ¿Puede que lo que vi… haya sido real?

—O quizás sólo fue un sueño —señaló El, encogiéndose de hombros—. ¿Hay algo en eso que viste que te tenga particularmente inquieta?

Abra desvió su mirada hacia otro lado, casi como si se sintiera avergonzada de alguna forma. No sabía si decir que “inquieta” era como se sentía, pero sí se encontraba muy pensativa sobre ese tema. Aun así, no era algo que deseara compartir en esos momentos, o siquiera permitirse darle una forma completa en su propia cabeza.

—No, no es nada —respondió, no muy sincera en realidad.

—Mamá, tenemos que irnos —le apuró Sarah a su madre.

—Sí, vamos —le respondió Eleven apremiante—. No tienes que preocuparte, Abra —le dijo rápidamente a la jovencita antes de reanudar su marcha—. Ya veremos la forma de asegurarnos de que ese chico no vuelva a ser una amenaza para ninguno de nosotros.

Abra le sonrió y la despidió con una mano mientras subían a aquel vehículo. En el fondo, sin embargo, ella no estaba muy segura de que eso que decía pudiera ser posible.

FIN DEL CAPÍTULO 122

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFICS REC PT.3 on going

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Encanto [camilo madrigal]

the black phone [vance hopper]

time wasters [ralph penbury]

doctor who [eleventh doctor][twelve doctor]

doctor sleep [dan torrance]

cobra kai [miguel diaz][eli "hawk" moskowitz]

wayne [wayne mccullough]

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—————ENCANTO——————

camilo madrigal

@multi-fandom-imagine - ___

@magicalencanto - camilo having a crush

- first meeting

- Camilo with s/o who had butterfly wings! Pt 2

@levithestripper - Romantic Headcanons

@lapileaferri - Matchmaking Matriarch

@your-girl-mj - trust the procress

@camilomyshiningstar - just one nap

@squeamishdionysus - language of love

@suncakie - you're an idiot

@carlosfruitsnacks - the manliligaw pt.3

- under all the pink

@cahmilo - Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist

- Camilo with a S/O who is a Popular Kpop Idol

- camilo dating a ballerina

@queenlizzie-xo - camilo hc

———THE BLACK PHONE———

vance hopper

@vainvenus - head over heels

@aecassie - sensitive

@stargnf - stupid girl

@creamymilkk - aww vance can be sweet

@tnmdfhgkg - i knew you liked me

————TIME WASTERS————

ralph

@meowlanderr - hc

@diaryofaprettyprincess - ___

- giving ralph bj ♡

@babybluebex - your golden retriever boyfriend

- kisses

@mypoisonedvine - who's a good boy? ♡

@meliorao - your relationship with ralph

————DOCTOR WHO—————

@honey-im-hotdog - seven cubes of sugar (twelve doctor)

@imajinxnation - you witness their regeneration

@undiscovered-horizon - You cut through all the noise (eleventh doctor)

————DOCTOR SLEEP————

dan torrance

@mlmxreader - night shift

@bowieandqueen11 - walls

—————COBRA KAI——————

miguel diaz

@strawberri-blonde - caught ♡

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eli "hawk" moskowitz

@greetings-and-salutations - get your f*cking hands oof her, a*shole

- dating eli would include

——————WAYNE———————

wayne mccullough

@wayneimagine - lost & found

- Being Wayne’s little sister would include pt.1

- ___

- wayne with an opposite s/o

[bowieandqueen11]

Walls / Dan Torrance Imagine

Request: So, I absolutely love your Dan Torrance imagines! I also love Doctor Sleep as well! Could I request an imagine where the reader (her name is Rebecca, by the way!) and Dan are married. Dan is worried that his beloved will be harmed by the ghosts of Dan's past and he will protect her at all costs. Dan also survives the whole ordeal! Make it as long as you can and feel free to change anything if you need to! 💙 

This is for my wonderful friend @thebeckyjolene, I really hope you’re doing well today darling!

I tried to do a bit of a different writing style with this one, so if you enjoyed, comments are always appreciated! :)

Dan Torrance didn’t remember these walls.

The building, perhaps. The lights, the furniture, the shadows that flickered in the corner of his eyes as he turned and twisted round the wall’s corners: yes. The walls themselves, though, seem distorted. Changed. Taunting. 

Or perhaps, he realised, it was all a matter of perspective. All a matter of eyes. He wasn’t sure whose eyes he was looking through right at the moment: he was just a little, insignificant squeak in the back of his head. How ironic, he thought. How ironic that all these years I’ve locked them up, safe and tight in these boxes, and yet now I’m the one trapped inside my mind instead. With each passing face, the walls that wound towards Room 237 seemed to shift, the decorations sometimes vibrant, outmoded, the next second the wallpaper crumbling and peeling and decaying, splattered with blood. 

He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Each stamp of his boots along the tile seemed to drag him just that little bit further into the belly of the beast - each pound echoing across the ground suckering him just that little bit more, until he began wondering where his shoes ended and the floors of the Overlook began. 

The floor. The floor. That he remembered. That grotesque, repugnant shade of orange that cornered in the red hexagons. How long he had spent away from the company of his parents, staring at that floor and wishing he could just go home. The days when his feet would barely touch it, and he would fly, knowing in his heart that he was trying to escape something. The ghosts, or his father, he wasn’t still entirely sure. Perhaps, in the end, there was no difference really. He swallowed thickly, passing the elevator that gleamed white in comparison, still as fresh looking as the day he had arrived here. Despite his face, he still couldn’t bring himself to look at it properly, trying to hold his shudder as he drew himself back from the hotel and bumped his knee against one of the cushioned seats he had seen in his nightmares every night since he was five years old.

He never thought he would hear your feet run across these same floors, speeding along the path his tricycle used to take down the looping corridors, both filled with the same unknown, foreboding dread that they weren’t going to like the shadows that appeared behind them as they turned the corner. They weren’t going to like the consequences of opening doors, of wakening ghosts that were only too riled up to be disturbed. Yet neither of you could help it, the hotel knew only too well how to draw its victims in. He managed to strangle out a sob at the thought, his gut wrenching cries the only thing to be heard in the hallway as his hand pulled and grasped at his jacket, trying to pull himself back. His wife, the light of his life, the only thing in this world he couldn’t bear, wouldn’t allow to have torn away from him again. The Overlook only laughed at his threats, his grievances, whispering in his ear that it was his turn to be the caretaker now.

She must take her medicine, after all. Just like the rest. Rebecca must take her medicine.

And so the door to Room 237 swung shut for the second time that day. In rhythm with the hinges, the beat of an axe hammered against its wood as it closed.

‘Rebecca...Rebecca you need to run. I can’t- I can’t hold them off for much longer. I can’t... I can’t hurt you... I can’t do it.’

The sight of you standing on that mouldy purple carpet was enough to bring tears springing to Danny’s eyes. With the last mount of energy, and desperation he could muster, he forced every cell in his body to stop moving. Slowly, yet surely, his knees still bent and he took a further step towards you, axe now dragging familiarly along the ground. 

‘I won’t leave you to the same fate as your father, Danny. This isn’t you, this isn’t us.’

Your husband, his face paling with each step towards you, sneers, lips unnaturally curling up at the corners. He readies to swing his axe, thumbs tight against the wood, but his hands slightly falter just as it reaches his shoulder.

‘What would you know about us?’

You reach up towards him - your Danny, your husband. You could see him struggling, little beads of perspiration on his forehead, and eyes scrunching closed in absolute agony. Your fingers land on his cheek, and you can feel the muscle ripple under your touch, but in all the exertion you don’t miss the slight tilt of his head towards your touch. 

‘I know you’re a false face, and that you don’t understand who you’re pretending to be. I know my husband, and he’s strong, and he’s brilliant, and he’s so unbelievably kind. He could never hurt me-’. you reach over his shoulder to tug on his left hand, not letting go until your hand brushed over his wedding ring. His ring finger shook against yours, face seeming to blur and melt against and within itself like new snow. Yet, his hold on his axe began to slip, until it finally fell onto the floor. ‘More than that, he’s smarter than you will ever be.’

‘What- what do you mean?’

‘You, false face, had better start running. It’s only a matter of time before the belly of this place eats you up as well.’

Something akin to familiarity begins to brighten his eyes, and your sense of hope flickers again in your stomach as you feel his fingers twitch against yours. Suddenly, he seems to shake himself awake, gasping as if awakening from a horrible dream. He nearly falls away from you, but your thumb digs into his skin until he collapses back down onto your shoulders. You can feel him shiver as he holds you, but you don’t let go. You knew the strength it had taken him to chase away his ghosts, to keep you safe from everything within himself, and the only way you could think to return the favour was by letting him clutch onto your jacket until his breathing had settled.

‘There you are’, you whisper into the shell of his ear. ‘There you are.’

‘I’m sorry Rebecca’, he gasps out, pulling away until you can see how quickly his eyes are blinking to draw away the tears. He half-laughs, half-sighs as his weary fingers cup your cheeks, rubbing little circles into your skin. ‘It was the only way I knew I could keep them from getting to you. I was... I was just afraid. I was so afraid they would get you too.’

You inhaled sharply, tugging slowly on his fingers as if asking him silently to follow you. To trust you. And he did, with all his heart, he did. He would wander these walls for the rest of his life if you had asked him too.

Instead, you try to smile up at him, but it ends up looking like a pained grimace more than anything. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright, but we need to go now Danny. We need to run.’

He felt a pang in his heart, knowing that nothing in this black hole of a place would ever let him leave. Not really. It had consumed his father, it had consumed him, and he would be damned if he was going to let it take his wife without him giving a proper fight. Without him giving every last piece of himself he had to give, until he knew you had escaped.  

‘But the boiler-’

‘It’s already taken care of. You mumble so much in your sleep about this place, I think I could switch them on with my eyes closed’, you chuckle.

‘Come on, it’s time we finally leave these walls to smoulder.’

[danielsharmanswife]

What characters do I write for?

[Requests are open] [masterlist]

The Walking Dead:

•Carl Grimes

•Daryl Dixon

•Alden

Criminal Minds:

•Spencer Reid

Good Omens:

•Crowley

•Azirafel

Supernatural:

•Dean Winchester

•Sam Winchester

•Castiel

•Chuck Shurley

•Jack Kline

•Gadreel

I zombie:

•Ravi Chakrabarti

Stranger Things:

•Billy Hargrove

MCU:

•Bucky Barnes

•Loki

•Peter Maximoff (x-men)

•Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

•Wanda Maximoff

•Quentin Beck / Mysterio

Stephen King Universe:

•Richie Tozier

•Dan Torrance

Harry Potter:

•Sirius Black

Gotham/ DC:

•Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska

•Roman Sionis

Star Wars:

•Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

•Boba Fett

•Obi Wan Kenobi

The Vampire Diaries:

•Kai Parker

•Elijah Mikaelson

•Klaus Mikaelson

•Kol Mikaelson

•Mason Lockwood

Teen Wolf:

•Isaac Lahey

Cursed:

•The weeping monk

•Merlin

Fear the walking dead:

•Troy Otto

The Haunting Of Bly Manor:

•Owen Sharma

The Haunting Of Hill House:

•Luke Crain

Anne With an E:

•Gilbert Blythe

American Horror Story:

•Kit Walker

Umbrella Academy:

•Diego Hargreeves

•Klaus Hargreeves

Inside Job:

•Brett Hand

•Andre

The Arcana:

•Julian

•Muriel

Hunter x Hunter:

•Leorio

My hero Academia:

•Kirishima

•Sero

•Kaminari

•Shinso

•Aizawa

•All Might

•Vlad King

•Shigaraki

The Owl House:

•Hunter

Extra characters:

•Mark Renton

•Christian (moulin rouge)

•Catcher Block

•Alex Law

•Patrick Mckenna (angels and demons)

[hellothereobi]

Imagine getting a job at the same Retirement Home, Danny works at

“Hey Dan!” Billy called out, as Dan walked into work.

Dan looked to his right at the reception desk to notice Billy standing next to the girl behind the desk. The girl was beautiful, and instantly he felt his cheeks flush a bit.

“Hello there,” Dan began as walked over to the desk.

“I wanted to introduce you to our new girl, she’ll be handling the reception desk from here on out, while you handle all the cleaning, and of course watching over our patients,” Billy smiled.

The girl gave a sweet smile to Dan, “Hi, my name is Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake Dan’s.

Dan grabbed her hand in a soft shake, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” he returned her smile with kind one as well.

Y/N’s cheek reddened slightly, “this is going to be interesting,” she thought to herself as she gave Dan a look over, “he’s so cute.”

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I’m thinking about doing a part 2, should I do it??

[lilietherly]

[MiniFic! Billy/Dan]

Fluff suave y esponjoso.

Primer beso.

(Si te preguntas por qué últimamente estoy escribiendo demasiadas palabras en cada historia que escribo para esta hermosa shipp, déjame decirte que no es por favoritismo o algo por el estilo, pero NO ENCUENTRO absolutamente una palabra dirigida a estos dos en historias en español, lo que se entiende completamente si vemos que en el fandom que habla inglés aun las historias son poquísimas)

(Estoy a un paso de creer que soy la única que escribe de ellos en español, así que por favor, te suplico me digas si has encontrado más material de este par, ¡leeré lo que sea!)

(Mi desesperación es clara, así que ya sabrás a donde la dirijo, escribo mucho sobre estos dos porque tengo el camino libre sobre las ideas y las situaciones en las que puedo ponerlos, así que, ya vez...)

* * *

Danny hizo cuanto pudo para no enfocar sus mente en lo que sea que estuviera pensando Billy. Mientras él conversaba tranquilo con un simple transeúnte y se ocupaba en sembrar algunos girasoles rodeando una de las esquinas de Tiny town, podía sentir un par de ojos quemando en su nuca, espalda, el resto de su cuerpo. No era solo su imaginación, el calor recibido estaba lejos de ser únicamente por los rayos del sol.

Habiendo llegado al término correcto con su bisexualidad, todo lo que Billy hizo por él aun sin siquiera conocerlo, sumado a lo atractivo que el hombre era, en realidad Dan se sentía halagado bajo el peso de su mirada. Pero todos merecen tener sus secretos, irrumpir entre los de Billy no era correcto aun si la duda lo carcomiera por dentro. Deseó poder enterrarla en una caja junto con todas las demás.

El civil amigable terminó la charla y Dan continuó su trabajo, esas flores no se sembrarían solas. Los inconvenientes de un trabajo manual tan pesado, muy a su pesar, era algo que requería más de su fuerza que de su mente, la libertad conferida por los movimientos mecánicos a los que estaba tan acostumbrado a hacer le daban espacio a volver al tema de Billy una vez tras otra.

Lo escuchaba a lo lejos, manteniendo una alegre conversación con un pequeño muy curioso sobre el Riv, no podía pensar en Billy como el tipo de hombre paternal, aun así respondía al niño a cada cosa y, de cuando en cuando, pero sin quererlo en absoluto, Dan recibía pensamientos sobre sí mismo. Intentó no pensar en la intensidad con la que debería hacerlo para que sin esfuerzo alguno alcanzara a leerlo, apenas tuvo resultado. Quería estar en su mente, tanto como Billy estaba en la suya.

Durante el almuerzo, sentados en el banco cerca de la torre del reloj, mientras devoraba uno de los más simples sándwiches como si se tratara de un manjar de los dioses, Dan pudo saber lo cerca que estaban del otro hasta que uno de sus brazos tocó la piel al descubierto del brazo de Billy, la imagen de él y el otro hombre besándose acurrucados en ese mismo banco llegó a su mente con la fuerza de un vendaval. Golpeándole tan fuerte que un trozo de lechuga estuvo  a punto de llegar a sus pulmones.

—Respira hombre, respira. ¿Te encuentras bien? —dijo Billy mientras palmeaba su espalda con toda la fuerza que eso podía implicar—. Te he visto muy pensativo hoy, ocurre algo. —Dan negó rápidamente, inhalando cuanto pudo, logró terminar con el bocado.

¿Cuánto no daría por inclinarse y hacer realidad el deseo de Billy?

Para empezar, tendría que aclarar que también era el suyo. Luego descubrir qué tan abierta era esa zona con la comunidad gay, aun si recordaba la recepción completamente normal de un par de hombres hace unas semanas que habían llegado con sus pequeños traviesos hijos a tomar un paseo en el tren. Oh, saber qué tan afuera estaba el mismo Billy sería lo mejor. Aunque, por supuesto, no tenía la menor intención de hacer alguna de esas cosas.

Billy era un buen hombre, y tanto como lo eso, Dan evitaría tomar de él más de lo que ya le había ofrecido. Dan estaba roto, cargaba con fantasmas de una manera completamente literal, maldita fuera con sigo mismo si llegaba a hacerle compartir la misma cama. Debía guardar todas las pesadillas dentro de sí, el miedo y las visiones, todo, no podría ser tan imbécil como para compartirlas con quien le había dado tanto sin pedir nada a cambio. Billy era un buen hombre, no merecía la menor carga de sus temores.

Pero Dan no era tan fuerte, a lo largo del día evitar el pensamiento de cuánto tiempo lograría mantener a Billy fuera de su mente correspondiendo a la vez sus sentimientos, lo tuvo pronto cubierto hasta el cuello de duda e inseguridades. Intentando convencerse y no de guardar todo lo que pudiera decir o hacer para actuar sobre Billy.

Deseaba mantenerse al margen, ser solo un amigo más, pero cuando las imágenes de ambos rebotando constantemente hacia él de parte de Billy lo golpearon, aun cuando no tenía la intención inicial de hurgar entre sus pensamientos, para el final día, Dan estaba prácticamente rendido. Dan no era fuerte. Mucho menos cuando la respuesta obvia estaba entre los brazos fuertes, la voz encantadora. A un refugio bajo el cual Dan estaba más que dispuesto a correr.

Ese hombre le había dado tanto, él planeaba agradecerle de todas las formas posibles, solo quería tomar un poco más. Solo un poco y se detendría.

Acabado el turno, luego de llegar a casa, antes de que Billy lo despidiera por el resto de la noche e ingresara a su apartamento, Dan echó a un lado toda reticencia. Tomó los labios de Billy en movimientos desesperados, necesitados más allá de toda palabra. Dan estaba muriendo y solo Billy era capaz de salvarlo, de darle un segundo más de vida. De curar su dolor.

O destruirlo.

Cuando se dio cuenta, era ya demasiado tarde para arrepentirse, estaba dando demasiado, si recibía una negativa ¿qué pasaría con él? ¿Y su deseo, y lo que le restaba de corazón? Se desmoronaría, esto no era como cualquier otro enamoramiento, para él no podía ser tan pasajero. Se trataba de Billy, el mismo que le dio un trabajo y le ayudaba con su rehabilitación en la AA, Billy de la sonrisa impactante y atractiva, Billy de la voz cálida, Billy con labios sabor a café dulce. Sobrevivir a la destrucción de su rechazo solo parecía viable si añadía al caso un par de botellas de bourbon.

Sin embargo, tantos pensamientos dejaron su valía en el momento en que sus labios cedieron ante la fuerza de Billy, que tomándolo por la cintura los hizo entrar rápidamente. Su pasión golpeaba a Dan en oleadas que en ningún momento, como nunca nadie, lo había sacudido tanto en emociones que, de no haber sentido antes, podría jurar esta era la primera vez.

Quizá no estaba tan equivocado.

Si luego de pensar tanto en resultados que ahora ya casi olvidaba por completo, ¿en qué más se había equivocado? Lejos de ello, podía ahora mirar un poco más de cerca en los pensamientos de Billy. El tipo casi tenía las manos dentro de sus pantalones y seguro que no habría en su mente algo que no hubiera visto antes. Era básicamente un intercambio… ¿casi?

Como sea que fuere, aun dudoso e intentando seguir el paso de Billy, buscó solo un poco dentro de él. Total, ¿qué es lo peor que podría pasar?

(Es claro que el hecho de que no haya muchos escritores sobre esta shipp se debe a que la demanda no es mucha. Pero aquí me vez, flotando sola como escritora y arrastrando un pequeño barquito en donde tu me haces compañía. Vamos entonces, amor mío ¡hacia el horizonte!)

[mlmxreader]

Night Shift | Dan Torrance x m!reader

Anonymous asked: If you're gonna steal my hoodies, the least you can do is tell me- dan torrance x male reader

summary: Dan often steals your hoodies when he's got the night shift, but what he hardly ever does is not tell you about it.

tws: swearing, mentions of death

It wasn't rare for Dan to steal your hoodies when he had to work the night shift, always returning them washed and dried and as if he hadn't even worn them in the first place, often making sure that loose strings that you hadn't even noticed were fixed and the little strings were exactly even length; he often told you, though, or at least left you a note if you weren't around for any reason. He always let you know when he borrowed them, as in exchange, you would steal one of his if it was particularly cold or if you needed something to quickly chuck on to go up the shops; you always told one another.

But when you checked your wardrobe in the morning and found your favourite soft red hoodie was missing, you frowned; you looked everywhere for it, wondering where the fuck it had gone to, until Dan walked in wearing it.

"Jesus Christ!" You sighed. "If you're gonna steal my hoodies, the least you can do is tell me."

Dan shrugged, swallowing thickly as he sipped from a bottle of warm Gatorade. "My bad. We had... we had six go last night. It was busy."

You frowned, and cleared your throat as you ran a hand down your face and nodded. "Six?"

"Six," he muttered, sitting at the edge of the bed and shaking his head. Having residents pass on was always rough on him. "Me and Azzie... we basically didn't fucking stop all night. As soon as one was gone, another was about to go."

You sat beside him, putting your arm around his shoulders and running your hand up and down his bicep as you swallowed thickly and leaned into him. "I'm sorry... I know, I know it doesn't change anything or help, but... I'm sorry."

"At least none of them had flies all over their face," he admitted. "Unlike Mum."

You clenched your jaw a little, knowing how hard his mother's death had hit him and that such a thing would never leave him; there were certain things that never left Dan, and you weren't sure what you could do to help. As his boyfriend, all you could do was be there for him.

"Can you see Dick again?" You asked quietly. "I mean, can you, like, go see him?"

Dan shook his head, putting his head on your shoulder and desperately grabbing your hand. "No, not... not anymore. He paid his debt. I'm still paying mine."

You nodded, licking your lips and daring to rake a hand through his hair. "It'll be alright... in the end. Do you wanna go see Billy? Or John?"

"No," he muttered. "I just... I just wanna forget about it... I still haven't gotten the sound of Frank Sinatra out of my head."

"If that's the case, then," you pushed him up enough so that you could look into his eyes, daring to smile at him. "You wanna put on some Sabaton and help me make a cake?"

Dan looked at you quizzically, although he was grateful for the subject change. "Why are you making a cake?"

"Abra asked me," you explained, "one of her friends is having a birthday party and he asked her if she would ask me to make a cake... but you know me, I don't really bake."

He dared to smile as he nodded. "So you want me to make sure it's edible?"

"Pretty much," you chuckled. "You in?"

"I'm in," Dan agreed, wiping his face of the unshed tears. "What one are we making?"

"Red velvet," you told him. "But I was thinking, if things go well, maybe we can make another just for us?"

"Coffee cake?" He suggested, and when you nodded, he grinned. "I volunteer for taste testing, though."

"You're not volunteering, you're being forced," you joked. "But I'll also let you have the bowl and the spoon."

Dan gently brought you in for a kiss, humming softly. "You're the best boyfriend in the world, y'know that, don't you, pup?"

"Yeah, I know," you laughed softly. "Just don't blame me if you get food poisoning."

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[kileyrose-2003]

My Litttle Flower Pt. 2

AN: Hello lovelies! This request was originally request by @lizttzie​ with a continuation by @trueknotlover14. Link to part one is here enjoy and I hope you all enjoy it! I’d like to thank my dear friend @merci-bitch​ for putting up with all my shit while writing this fic and encouraging me to let my writer’s brain go wild. Love you all and hope everything is well.

Warnings: Major character death, violence against children

As you finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber on that mild autumn afternoon all curled up next to Rose, Abra Stone was completely aware of everything around her as she sat in her room on Richland Court. Normally she would of been in school by this hour but she persuaded her parents she was feeling “sick”

She just gotten back home after her little meet up with Dan and had her eyes shut as she laid back on her bed, trying her hardest to focus. She didn’t know what she focusing in particular but she knew had to do something. She had to stop Rose, but it was a dead end. Everytime she thought of something to try and connect her with, she got nothing.

“Uncle Dan?” There was no response.

(Uncle Dan!)

There was a pause and annoyed but short answer in her mind.

(Yes, Abra?)

“I can’t do it.”

(Do what Abra?)

“Find a way to the hat woman.”

(Abra, what did I tell you? They’re going to come back eventually and the more you look for them the worse it’s going to get. You got to leave this people alone. You have to stop all this.)

“I know but don’t you feel the slightest bit angry over what they did to the baseball boy? He’s got a family, Uncle Dan and people who want to see him.” Abra started to tear up a little bit.

(Of course I do, but he shined Abra. Maybe not as bright as you but he did shine and look where it landed him. Just stay out of it, Abra. I don’t want you to get hurt the way that boy did.)

“But I can’t-” The other end went silent and she let out a frustrated sigh. “He deserves some justice.”

(Abra, doesn’t everyone? If we do it for him, we have to do it for everyone and that is not a can of worms we want to open. Let it go. End of discussion.)

“Uncle Dan! Uncle Dan!” There was complete silence and Abra slammed her hands back on the bed. “Dang it!”

…

“Rose, how long should I wait til I grab the kid?” Barry grunted and he threw the stakes Crow always carried with him onto the ground. “Give it 5 to 10 minutes. I have to grab the canisters quick. Anyone see Y/n?”

The door to Rose’s trailer swung open and stepped out, wearing a pair of beat up jeans with your favorite t shirt. “Sorry Rosie, I was reading.”

“You’re fine, my flower. I just didn’t know where you were.” She pressed a kiss to your hair and gave you a quick hug. “Go help your aunts and uncle’s please?” You gave a slight nod. “Yes, Rosie.”

“Good girl.” She placed a kiss against your cheek and walked into her RV. You walked over by Crow who was fiddling with the knife in his hands. “Hi Crow.”

“Hi sweetie.” He looked slightly flustered. “Where the hell did I put it?” You furrowed your brows. “Put what?” You asked softly. “The sharpening block.” You seen it popping out of the pocket in his jeans and pointed to it. “Losing my mind, thanks darling.”

He knelt down to kiss your forehead and noticed your vacant face. “What’s the matter, little flower?” He tenderly held your tiny hands in his.

“I don’t like this Crow..” You muttered as you buried head into the soft fabric of his tank top. “I know, but think of all the positives that come from this.” He had to speak a bit louder to overtalk the hammering of the metal stakes into the ground.

“I know but I don’t like seeing it.” He let out a sigh and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before standing back up. “It’ll be alright.”

You heard footsteps and noticed Rose was standing behind you, stretching her arms. “You ready?” Crow nodded and Rose clapped her hands. “We’re ready.” You seen Barry walking towards the van and then came the pleas.

“No! No! No! Please, don’t-” You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard the boy scream. “No please let me go! I won’t tell! I won’t tell! Please.” You felt a hand gently rub your and you and you noticed Diesel Doug standing infront of you. “You okay?” You nodded with tears in your eyes and he scooped you up. “Come on, little darling.”

As he carried you over by the group you could hear Rose speaking. “Pain purifies steam, fear too, so now you understand.”

“No! No-” The sound of husky barks radiated through the air and you knew what was happening. You could smell the steam pouring out of him. You didn’t want it though. Something was wrong. Your mind wasn’t your own. Clinging to Doug’s shirt tighter you hesitantly reached out to him.

(Hello?)

Nothing.

(Can you hear me?)

Their was a moment of silence and finally you got something.

(I hear you. Look at me.)

You didn’t want to look at him though. Tears poured from your eyes and you sniffled.

(It’s okay, I promise.)

Ever so slowly, you turned your head and looked into the baseball boy’s eyes. Except this time it wasn’t him you were looking at. There was a girl older than you on the other side and she was strong. Horribly strong.

(Are they hurting you too?)

You could feel her trying to go through your mind and you let out a yell. “NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” The earth around you began to fall and you felt like you were free falling.

(Come back! I just want to help you! Why won’t you let me-)

“Y/n!!” You felt a pair of hands shaking you and you let out a sob. “No, no! I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone! I can’t look at you. I don’t want to see you..”

You choked on your own words and you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. You breathed in the smell of their clothes and realized from the earthy scent, it was Rose. “Shh..it’s okay. I’m right here. Mama’s right here.”

You let out a whine and nuzzled closely to her. “Bad dream?” You sniffled and nodded your head. “Except it was like it wasn’t though. It was like there was someone inside me..”

“Shh..I know, I know.” Rose stood up with you in her arms and rocked you back and forth. “It was scary!” She shushed you again and nuzzled you close to her chest. “I know but that’s all gone. Mama’s got you now. I got you.” You looked out the window and noticed it was dark outside. “Where’s Crow and what time is it?”

“Almost dinner.” You wiped your eyes and laid your head against where her heart was and listened to the beat. “We slept that long?”

“You did. Crow left a little while ago because he had some things to check on but I’ve been up for a few hours now. Mama needed a little meditation time.” She pressed a kiss against your temples.

“Why?” She gave you a gentle squeeze. “No reason you need to worry about. I have to go up to the watch tower for a little bit though.” You gave a polite nod and Rose gently set you down on your feet. “Can I come with you?”

“No, my flower.” You let out a whine. But mama!-“ Rose interrupted you "No buts.”

“Why can’t I come with you tho-”

“Because this is something mama needs to focus on, on her own. Alright?” Rose forced you to meet her eye. “Is it for steam?” You could tell Rose was trying to get away from all your questions. “Yes, it is. Now don’t worry about it. Remember what I told you earlier? About the steam?”

“You’re going to fix it.”

“That’s right.” She kissed your cheeks and gave you a quick hug. “I love you honey. You know that, right?” She asked. “Yes, mama.”

“Good.” She released you from her embrace and patted your back. “Now go on.” With a tiny pout you walked outside, joining the other members of The Knot by the campfire.

….

Meanwhile miles away, Abra was sitting on her bed. Quietly talking to Dan on the phone. “Abra, you’re sure you weren’t seeing a past memory or something? Because if a little girl was really there, I feel like you would of seen her and she’d probably be dead by now.”

“No. I’m telling you. She was there and alive. She could hear me. She talked to me,” Abra insisted. “Well what did she say?”

“She told me to get out of her head, sorta the way I did to Rose. She looked so scared Uncle Dan. Except this time it didn’t feel as good to see her scared. I felt sorry for her.”

“Is she human or-”

“I don’t know. I think she’s human.”

“Abra, if what you’re saying is true they’re probably keeping that girl hostage and they’re going to kill.”

“I know,” She said softly. “We have to get her out, Abra.”

“But how?”

“What do you mean, but how? Abra, if they’re keeping her hostage the poor girl must be terrified.” Abra didn’t have to be infront of Dan to know he was confused.

“One of them was holding her, Uncle Dan.”

“What?”

“I think they brainwashed her.”

…

Meanwhile the True Knot’s bonfire burned bright with the setting sun as you sat in Silent Sarey’s lap as she brushed out the pieces of your hair that Rose didn’t braid. She never spoke to you, physically at least, but she always kind and sweet to you when she did through your mind and you returned the kindness in return.

Despite the chaos going on around you, you felt content. The fire was keeping you warm and you had no reason to complain.

Sarey placed a kiss on your forehead as she finished running your brush through the ends of your hair.

(Your hair is so pretty, Y/n. It’s so soft and thick.)

(Thanks, Aunt Sarey.)

She set your brush down in your lap pulled your back close to her chest, giving you a gentle hug. “Love you, Aunt Sarey.” She began to release you from her grasp.

(Love you t-)

Before she could finish her sentence you felt a pair of hands roughly seize your shoulders and you let out a scream.

“God damn it, Barry! Stop scaring the poor girl!” Apron Annie scolded. He let out a laugh and stole you out of her arms. “I’m just having some fun with her. Aren’t I, Y/n?”

You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes at him in a sour expression that Rose would of surely been proud of. “I don’t like it,” You pouted. His expression softened slightly and he hugged you. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, you will.” Your tone was teasing and Barry chuckled softly. “Yeah, you’re right. I will.” You smiled slightly as he set you down your feet. “Did ya eat yet?”

“Yes, sir.” He plopped a kiss to your hair and sat down in one of the cheap lawn chairs, pulling you close to him. “You get any farther on Othello?”

You shook your head and he grabbed his copy of the book from the little holder he had on the side of his chair along with a pair of reading glasses. “Let us proceed then.”

Normally you weren’t the fondest of Barry but he was a good story teller and when he wasn’t in a pissey mood, he was affection with you. Tonight seemed to be one times and you didn’t mind. You didn’t Grampa Flick, Diesel Doug, or Short Eddie around camp.

“…and Iago replies with: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.” Barry chuckled at the quote and you furrowed your brow. “What does that mean, Uncle Barry?”

“Nothing you got to worry about, doll. Just an adult joke, that’s all.” You nodded and he reached into his pocket for a bookmark. “Anyways, that’s enough for Iago right now.”

“Aww, really?” You pouted. “Yes, because it is bedtime for you little miss.” Crow took you out of Barry’s arm and you nuzzled closely to him. “But I’m not even tired!”

“Then I’ll find the TV remote in Rosie’s trailer and you can watch TV until you fall asleep.” You let out a tiny huff and Crow chuckled. “Will you at least stay with me til mama comes back?”

Andi raised an eyebrow at hearing you call Rose that but brushed it aside. “Yes, I’ll stay with you. Now say goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight guys!” You received a chorus back ‘Night!’ and 'Love you!’ Which you returned before Crow started carrying you to Rose’s trailer.

“So Y/n, I haven’t exactly done this with you before. Do you and Rosie have some sort of routine you guys follow?” You shook your head. “No, I just change into my pajamas and then she-”

Crow shushed you and you furrowed your brows. “What’s the matter?” You asked. “Did you hear something?”

“No…did you?” He shrugged it off. “I could of sworn I heard-” Before he could even finish his sentence Rose came tumbling off the top of the watch tower and you let out a scream.

“Oh Jesus.” Crow set you down on your feet and went running over. “Rosie!” She sat up on the ground with a bewildered look. Her face had a slight scratch on it and she was panting. “Trap! Trap!”

“Mama!” You sprinted over by Rose and knelt down to her level. “Mama, are you okay?” She held onto your wrist to catch her balance as she stood up and you noticed her hand. The skin was practically peeling off of it and you let out a scream. “Oh my god! Mama, your hand.”

“I know about my fucking hand!” She snapped. “Rose.” Crow gave her a mild look reproof but said nothing. “J-just get her away from me!” By that point Andi was already standing next to you and she scooped you up in her arms.

You were a little taken aback by it. Sure, Rose had her moments for being bitchy but she never yelled at you like that before nor did she ever push you away either. “You okay?” Andi looked you up and down and nodded, wrapping your tiny arms arms around her neck.

“Oh god damn it,” Rose moaned. Andi also noticed the injury. “Rose, your-”

“Oh will the both of just the hell up! I know!” Rose looked down at the blood and hissed. “What happened?” Crow asked. “She got inside of my head!” He looked confused. “What?”

“I went to look for her and the little bitch set a trap! She got in my head.” You noticed the brokenness in Rose’s eye and you felt like you wanted to throw up.

“How long was she in there?”

“I don’t know!”

“How much does she know?”

“Oh god damn it Crow! I don’t know. All I know is I want a fucking pill!” Your eyes started to tear up and Andi forced your head onto her chest.

(If she sees you crying, she’ll lose her shit.)

(I-i can’t help it!)

(I know but remember that Disney movie we went to see? The one with ice princess?)

(Frozen?)

(Yeah, whatever the fuck. Conceal don’t feel okay? You can do that for a little while right?)

You nodded and nuzzled closely to her as you heard the crunching of behind you. “We got a problem.” It was Barry, but he didn’t sound like his normal self. He almost sounded..sad. “Not now! Andi, give her to me!” Rose gestured for her to hand you over and Andi immediately complied.

Rose placed a kiss on the top of your head. You could feel the blood on her hand soaking the side of your sundress. “It’s Grampa Flick. I think he’s cycling.” You felt Rose’s posture stiffen and she set you down on the ground. You could see the madness in her eyes and it made you feel so small and alone. “Mama, what’s the matter?”

“Y/n, go inside please!”

“Ma-”

“Don’t question, just go!” You knew well enough to not argue with Rose when she had that tone in her voice and you turned on both heels to go back her trailer. You could hear mumbling something about Grampa Flick underneath her breath as she walked away.

You set your little foot up on the first step to the trailer and looked back. She was eyeshot now. You knew you should probably just listen to Rose and go inside but you wanted to know what was going on.

Quietly, you stepped away from the stairs and ran over to the side of her RV that was nearest to the True’s bonfire and peaked your head that way you could see what was going on. You could see Crow standing next to Barry in the distance and you leaned forward to see more.

…

“Uncle Dan, have you lost your mind. They’re going to notice us!” Abra whisper yelled. “No they’re not. They’re all distracted.” He was holding a pair night vision goggles up to his face as he attempted to stop you out. “What did you say her name was again?”

“Y/n and she’s six I think.” Dan narrowed her eyes. “She have Y/c/h?” Abra shrugged. “I think so.” He lowered the goggles. “Then I found her.” He stood up from his kneeling position on the ground. “Come on.”

“You think we’ll be okay to just walk right up to her? Uncle Dan, she thinks they’re the good guys. If we just take her away from Rose, she might get upset.” Abra stood up. “Once she’s things our ways, she won’t be so upset. Just remember be nice and gentle.”

…

“Did anyone say you’re immortal? I said eat well, live long.” You felt the pit of your stomach drop as you heard Rose talk in the distance followed by an overwhelming feeling of sadness. Your grandpa was strong. You couldn’t-you wouldn’t lose your grandfather.

(Grampa?)

Nothing.

(Grampa?)

Instead of being greeted by a voice in your head you felt a hand gently rest on your shoulder. You turned around, preparing yourself to have to give an apology to whatever member of The True it was that was standing behind you but you didn’t know this person. They were a stranger and they were a man.

“W-who are you and what are you doing here?” You asked quietly, trying to keep your cool. “Shh..it’s okay. I’m not going to let them hurt you. I’m here to help you.”

“Hurt me? What are you even talking-” You seen Abra standing behind him and your eyes went wide with panic. You knew her. She was the looker and based on what you seen happened to Rose’s hand you didn’t want to be anywhere near her.

(Mama. Mama, I need you.)

“She’s not your mother, Y/n. We’re here to take you away from all this Y/n. We’re here to help you.” You felt terrified. They thought you were their food. For a moment you debated on telling him you weren’t but you couldn’t do that either. He’d kill you if he knew the truth. He wanted to kill all of you.

“I-i-” You stood their for a moment and looked at the bonfire out of the corner of your eyes and decided you’d rather deal with an hour of yelling from Rose about not listening to her than playing Russian Roulette with Dan for your life. “MOM!”

“Y/n?! Y/n, my flower! What’s wrong?” You could hear Rose running up hill and Danny cursed. You looked him in the eye. He knew the truth now. You were fucked. “W-what do we do?!” Abra screamed.

“Run! We fucking run!” He lifted you up in his arms and you let out a scream. “No! Let go of me! Let go!” You kicked him in the side. “Abra, open the car door when you get their. "Y/n?!”

“Mama! Don’t let him take-” Dan shoved you in the back of the car and locked the door before getting in on the driver side.

“Don’t let him take you where? Honey, where are you?” Car lights briefly flashed in front of The Knot’s eyes by the time they made it to where you were and Rose’s face dropped.

The rain began to fall and her knees went weak. “Rosie…you okay?” Crow looked like he was about to cry. The whole knot did.

She stared down at the ground for the moment, rethinking all 700 years she was alive over. “I-” Her voice cracked and she let out a scream as she flung herself into Crow’s legs. Holding onto the torn fabric that was his favorite pair of jeans. “I lost her! I lost the baby..”

…

Meanwhile you were crying hysterically as Dan interrogated you from the driver seat of the car. “Is this all some sort of sick shit game you fucks like to play on kids?!”

“Uncle Dan!”

“No, Abra! Well, is it Y/n?” You buried your head in your knees and rocked yourself back and forth. “I just wanna go home..” Dan sighed and roughly patted his hands on the steering wheel. “Don’t we all?”

“Dan,” Abra scolded. “What?” He turned to look at her. “Stop. She’s six years old. Physically at least. Do you think she had a choice about this. She hasn’t killed anyone. Even if she is one of them, it’s not her fault.”

“I know. It’s just-” Dan let out a sigh. “Oh god damn it! We just messed with the wrong people and we especially just messed with the wrong bitch. We just took the Queen Bitch of the Castle Hell’s Spawn. We’re at the point of no return now. We have each other but we’re not numbered.”

“So what are we going to do? Can’t we just leave her somewhere or bring her back home while they’re all sleeping or something? I’d rather go with them then let you or anyone else get hurt. It’s bad enough I already ran away. I can’t even imagine what my parents are going to say.”

“I know..I know. Just..let me figure something out. I’ll figure it out.” He looked at you from his interior mirror. “Eventually.”

…

You didn’t know how long you were asleep for when you felt a cold rush of snowy breeze brush against the sides of your face. Despite how puffy and tired your eyes felt from all the crying you did, you opened them and seen a large broken down old hotel in front of you and you felt your heart drop.

Visions of blood and murder flashed in front of your eyes and you felt your anxiety rise deep inside you. The car door opened and Danny was standing by your side. “I-i don’t want to go in there.”

He refused to respond to you and lifted you up. “No! No! No! Stop! There are bad things in there. Bad things none of us should see!” You kicked and screamed with all your might to try and stop him but it was no use.

“You found the room key?” He asked Abra once he was in the front hall. “237.” Abra confirmed. 237. The number sank in your mind and you seen Mrs. Massey in your head. Her rotting body floating above the water.

“No! No! You can’t put me in there! T-they’re going to hurt me.” He maneuvered you in his arms as he walked up the steps that way he was holding you like a football and refused to look you in the eye. “It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!”

Abra felt her heart cracking into two and stood in front of the beginning to rot wooden door. “Abra, open the door.” She didn’t say anything back.

“Abra?” He asked. “I-i can’t. This isn’t right, Uncle Dan!”

“Abra, she’s one of them! If we let her run lose she’s going to kill us!” Dan exclaimed. “And if we’re going to put her in there, we’re going to kill her!”

Before Dan had a chance to argue with Abra he noticed lights shining in through the hotel’s window and cursed. “Shit. We have company.”

“What do we do?” Dan thought about it for a moment. “Go downstairs. I’ll be there in a minute.” Once Abra was gone he turned the light on 237 and dropped you on the bed. “I’ll be back.”

“No! Dan! No! No-” He slammed in your face and you screamed out of frustration.

…

The clicking of high heeled boots echoed through the halls of the Overlook Hotel and Abra squeezed her eyes shut.

(I’m scared.)

Dan waited a while before responding.

(I know but we’re going to be okay. I promise.)

“Promises? Such a paradoxical concept you rubes cling to like.” The hairs on Abra’s neck and Dan gripped his axe tighter as he seen a pair of glowing blue eyes looking at him through the shadows. “Well, well, well..hi there!”

(When this starts, run.)

“Oh yes, you run dear and then I’ll find you and you will scream for years until you die.” Rose found herself smiling despite the situation. “We’ll see who does the screaming.”

“Oh yes, we’ll see indeed.” She traced her fingers over Jack’s typewriter. “You should be afraid, you know?” Rose furrowed her brows. “And why is that?”

“Because you don’t know where you’re standing and who you’re dealing with.” Rose laughed. “Handsome, you really have no idea of who you’re dealing with do you? I’m the Queen Bitch of the Castle Hell and I’ll make you suffer for the rest of time.”

“Strong words for someone who’s all alone,” He spat back with equal contempt. “She’s not.” Members of The True Knot started stepping out from dark corners of the room and Dan did a full 360 to look at the room around him. “You see, you have something of ours and we want it back. Now.”

“No.” Dan stood his ground and Rose’s smile faltered. “No?” She parroted. “I’ll never give her to you. You sick fucks don’t deserve to have children. Not with what you do.”

The Knot laughed and Rose began to step forward. “Oh honey, you speak of things you know nothing about..Danny? That’s your name, isn’t it?” He gripped the ax in his hands a little bit tighter. “Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“It seems to me that you haven’t had the smoothest life their, Danny boy. You’re steamy alright, but it’s polluted. Growing up spoils that. I can help you with that though. Give me the bitch child and my Y/n and I’ll fix all of that. Trust me, you’ll never want for a thing for the rest of your life. All you have to do, is give me the two of them.”

“Fuck off.” He went to punch her in the face but Rose caught his fist. His eyes turned to confusion and he began to squirm. “My, what a temper you have. So fiery, such passion!” She shoved him against the ground.

“Where is she?!” She screamed. “I-i won’t tell you!” Dan groaned. The sound of his head smashing against the solid stairs radiated through the room. “Want to tell me now?”

“Rosie-”

“Don’t back talk to me, Crow! I’ll fucking kill him! I’ll fucking kill you too if I have too.” Rose screamed. By that point Abra ran off and not even Rose cared where she went. “If you break his skull open we won’t get an answer from him. So you have to wait a little while to do that yet,”

Rose huffed and stared down at a now groaning Dan with those haunting blue eyes as she pulled her knife out of her pocket. “So are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“I won’t tell..” He glared at her. “Pity.” This time when she slammed his head back she also dug her knife deep into the femoral artery in his leg. A puff of steam came out of his mouth and The Knot all trembled inwardly.

Barry licked his lips as if he wanted to take his steam right then and there but Annie gave him a look as if to say 'Not now’

“Now you want to tell me?” Danny coughed and hissed in pain. “No!” This time when his head hit the stairs there was a significant cracking noise.

Rose gave into temptation and sucked in part of the steam and she did, images of the hotel flashed in her head. “So much pain all your life, huh?”

He let out a cry and winced. He had to stop them. Even if that meant he got himself killed. The next blow blended in with all the rest and he let the now crowding around Knot begin to eat him. This time was different than the last though.

“Wait!” A satisfied smirk graced his face. “He’s not alone in there.” He could see Crow furrowing his brows. “Isn’t that impossible?” Barry manhandled his way through all of them. “Watch it asshole!” Andi slapped the side of his head.

“What do you got in their bud? Some special friends?” He laughed, thinking the whole thing was ludicrous. Danny smirked despite the gash in the pain of his head and the massive headache. “They’re not special. They’re starving.”

Crow felt the boxes open before he seen it and he pulled Rose back as the ghost from the Overlook left their traps.

“What the fuck?” Barry chuckled at first, thinking it was. “Should we-” Andi gestured to grab him and Short Eddie shook his head. “Barry..” He tried to warn him. “What parlor trick is this?”

He accidentally bumped into Mrs. Massey’s arms and the old ghost tackled him to the floor. “W-what is happening?” Rose asked. “I don’t know.”

“AAH! Make it stop! Make it stop!” Barry yelped as rotten hands began to make their way underneath his skin. “Shit.” Andi chuckled nervously. His skin began to morph and disfigured and Silent Sarey winced.

His screams began to grow louder and louder and finally it stopped. All that was left of Barry was his pile of clothes.

For a moment Rose was afraid that the ghost were going to turn towards them but instead they turned their gaze to Danny. “Crow?”

“Yes Rosie?” He asked. “Do you think you can handle getting Y/n?” Crow nodded. “I can try.”

“Go, now. I’m going to get the caravan to the front of the building.” She pressed a kiss to his temple and before he knew it she was already gone. He could smell smoke coming from some part of the building and breathed inwardly. “Okay Y/n..let’s see how this works.”

….

As Crow walked through the Overlook he left like he had eyes on his back. It was clearly obvious to him that the hotel had seen a lot of bloodshed but why he felt followed he didn’t know.

(Y/n?)

Nothing.

(Y/n?)

(I’m in here!)

Crow stopped dead in his tracks. “Where?” You pushed on the door with all your might to try and give him a sign, silently praying not to catch anyone’s attention at the same time.

“Y/n!” Crow ran towards the door and jiggled the knob the a few times before he noticed the lock on the door. “Fucking rubes.” You let out a cry and curled up by the corner of the door. Crow let out a sigh and placed a hand on the wooden barrier between the two of you. “I’m never going to get to home.”

“Y/n..don’t cry. I’m going to get you out of here.” You hitched a sob and wiped some your burning tears away. “Where’s mama? I want mama.” Crow rubbed his face, trying to keep calm. “Outside. Look, I’m going to try something, alright so I need you to just back away from the door.”

“Okay..” You sat on the bed, curling your knees up to your chest. There was silence for a few moments and you got nervous. “Daddy! Are you-”

BANG!

You let out a scream and the door swung open. “There we go!” Crow’s voice sounded almost doting. “Isn’t that much better?” You let out a nervous chuckle through the tears and before you knew it, you felt hands lifting you up by your armpits. You wrapped your tiny arms around Crow’s neck and nuzzled closely to him. “My Y/n.” His mustache and beard tickled you as he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I though I wasn’t going to see any of you again.” His grip around you tightened. “I wouldn’t let that happen. None of us would let that happen.” You hitched a sob and held onto him tightly.

“I’m scared!” You whisper yelled. “Don’t be.” You shook your head. “They want to hurt all of you. They know who we are and-”

“I know, I know and mama is going to handle that but-look, I’m going to get you out of here.” You wiped your eyes. “B-but what about you? There’s smoke coming from the vents.”

“I’m coming with you but if there is for some odd reason a circumstance that makes me stuck, I’ll be fine. Got it?” You nodded and he carried you out of the room. “Now, come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

As you rounded the corner a grabbed at the ends of your hair and twisted it. “Oww,” You whined and tried to pull away from the source of tugging. "Step back.” 

It was Danny. Except it wasn’t really him though. It was something more sinister that had taken control after laying dormant the whole night. His eyes locked with yours and even though you were almost immortal, in that moment you became so aware that the man in front of you could probably kill you if he wanted to. You gripped onto Crow’s shirt even tighter. “Daddy?” You whispered softly.

(Everything is going to be fine, Y/n.)

“Give her to me.” Crow’s hand grasped yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “She’s not going anywhere. She’s coming with us.” His tone was defensive. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Danny walked towards the two of you and raised his ax as he was going to swing at the both. “Say goodnight.” You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut not wanting to see what was going to happen you but then nothing happened.

“Stop.” You slowly opened your eyes and seen Andi standing in front of you. To your surprise whatever it was that was living in Dan did stop and you felt relieved. “I just got one question for you sweetie. Aren’t you sleepy? You’re sleepy.” Dan's knees began to give in. “Sleep!”

“They’ll kill you all if I don’t,” The hotel laughed in a last effort to gain control. “Sleep!” The Overlook slowly lost control of Dan and his eyes shut momentarily.

Crow set you down and Andi locked eyes with you. “Run.” It was ‘t a question. It was a command and you obeyed without question.

You could hear Danny in the distance as he regained control of his body. “Wha-what happened?”

“So, you get kicks off of tormenting young girls.”

“What?! No! No! I-” There was a single yell and you didn’t have to be within eye distance to know what they were doing to Danny. As you got the lobby flames started to turn the once white walls to charcoal black and for the firs time in years the Overlook Hotel shined bright like the star it used to be.

“Y/n?” A hint of a smile graced your face and you ran. “Mama! Mama!” Rose scooped you up the second she was within arms reach of you and cradled the back of your head to try and protect you from the blowing snow. “My flower.” She peppered your face in kisses and held you close as you cried. “You’re okay?” She scanned your body up and down for injuries and you gripped onto her shirt tightly. “H-he tried to kill me!”

“I know but that’s all over. We’ve all got you and we’re never going to let you go.” You felt the heat of numerous bodies press against you and you buried your head in Rose’s chest. “Wait! Did daddy make it out-”

“I’m fine. Andi’s fine. We’re all fine.”

(Besides Barry.)

He didn’t have to tell you that though. You felt it before. Despite feeling safe there was this underlying sorrow in the air. “What are we going to do now?” None of The Knot seen Abra after she took off earlier and whether she survived or shined bright in the fire with Dan, no one knew but that didn’t matter now.

By that point a majority of The Knot stepped away from you but Rose and Crow still had their arms wrapped around you tightly. “I don’t know. We have to leave. That’s for sure because the rubes are bound to notice this eventually and we’ve lost family tonight but we still have each other and that’s all that matters. Okay?”

“Okay.” Rose passed you off to each on of your aunts and uncles who have gave you a hug before you ended up back in her arms again. 

“I love you, my little flower.”

“I love you too mama. I love you too.”

[stardancerluv]

Watching...Son of Gun with Ewan🥵🥵

Plays a convict who then escapes...and well stuff happens..anyhow... I feel a fic or two with him. Brendan Lynch... @darling-i-read-it (what did you think of the movie?) I saw your one fic..gonna read it again!

Don’t worry I am not getting drawn away from Roman (new single shot with him up soon! While a new installment of Gotham Lockdown is being drafted.) Dan or Elmont! Just have tonset up a fic with this character.

@mrs-sionis @theblackmaskclub @ladyofhellhounds have any of you seen Son of Gun??

And since I do have time 🥺😁 (good and bad about that!) I will be getting back to Joe, Charlie Sisters, & Abe) @kat-o-combs @darknessisafriend @ridiculousnerd @alwaysinsanire @soulsdontbreaktheybeeend

[theresebelivetirl]

doctor sleep fanfic

kinda wanna do a fanfic based off of “into the unknown” from frozen where rose is the north wind and the main character is elsa.

thoughts ?

[quicksiluers]

Summary: It pained him to think of his mother at times. Not that Dan didn’t love her. He loved her more than he thought possible. But as the years went on he had begun to forget what her face looked like. Her true face. 

The death flies covered every inch of her in his memory. He longed to see her again, one more time, without them.

So I loved the book and the movie, and I love both the endings for different reasons, but I tried to do a little merging of them...to heal my own heart haha