#twin peaks fic

[dilf-dio]

people should write more about dale cooper istg i can barely find anything :(

[laurapalmerz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twin Peaks (TV 1990) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Donna Hayward/Laura Palmer, Donna Hayward/James Hurley (mentioned) Characters: Donna Hayward, Laura Palmer Additional Tags: Trauma, Internalized Homophobia, Grief/Mourning, Light Angst, Dreams, Character Study, Longing, donna's not having a good time, poor girl :( Summary:

when will you ever feel like home again ?

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donna struggles to cope with the death of laura [take care when reading]

[amazingmsme]

Ya Don’t Say?

AN: Slowly starting to catch up on tickletober, here’s day 21! I’m cursed with the constant need for twin peaks tickles but remain unable to come up with a good prompt. Just a cute lil fic with Cooper & Sheriff Truman! Hopefully I’ll write something longer for them in the future!

By now, everyone at the sheriff's office knew that Agent Cooper was a bit of an odd ball, especially with his seeming lack of shame. He was an open book, prone to oversharing. Good thing they all were eager to listen and free of judgment.

They were at the diner, surprisingly empty after the lunch rush. They sat in the corner of the bar, tucked away against the wall as they took a break from discussing the case. Sheriff Truman had just cracked a joke, nudging Cooper's side while he chuckled at his own silly pun, making him flinch away.

An apology was on the tip of his tongue when Cooper said, "Careful, I'm pretty ticklish." It was so casual, the way he said it, as if he didn't know the trap he just set for himself.

"Ya don't say," Sheriff Truman said, looking at him with a downright feral grin. His had immediately found the same spot, wiggling his fingers between his  bottom ribs. Cooper jerked away with a choked off giggle, arms clamping down against his sides.

"Ihi just said be careful!" he reprimanded playfully. Sheriff Truman shrugged, a rather smug look settled on his face.

"I am being careful. Practically no witnesses."

Cooper's soft smile twitched ever so slightly downward as he looked around at the empty diner.  He caught Norma's eye, silently pleading for help, but she merely smiled at him and continued wiping down the counter. He looked back at the sheriff, hands hovering in front of himself defensively.

"You don't have to do this," he said, but the wide grin said otherwise.

"Quite the contrary," Truman said, prodding his sides. Cooper doubled over, leaning over the bar as loud, carefree laughter filled the Double R. His hand snuck under Cooper's shirt, and he shrieked, slipping sideways off his chair until he was wedged against the wall. He giggled and weakly tried to fend off the roaming hands. "I can't believe you'd keep such crucial information from me!" he teased, playing up his anger as one hand scribbled over his tummy and the other squeezed up and down the side closest to him.

“Hahaharry, quihit ihihit!” Despite his words, he was barely trying to put an end to it. He was leaning against the wall, arms tucked close to his chest with a wide, carefree cackles flowing from his open mouth smile.

“Mm, no. I don’t think I will,” he said slyly, poking sporadically up and down his sides. “Hey Norma, how’s breakfast coming along?” he called out across the diner, raising his voice to be heard over Cooper’s loud laughter.

She knew what he was doing, but it was always nice seeing the FBI agent smile. She’d never heard him laugh like that before.

“About five minutes,” she answered as she made her way back to the kitchen.

“You can handle five minutes, right Coop?”

“No wahahait!”

“Sorry, got no time for waiting!”

One thing about Sheriff Truman: he always used his time wisely.

[i-call-me-clarence]

Going through all my wips (I have hundreds) and found an old Harry Truman/Dale Cooper fic I was writing. It is WILD. I really went full Lynch with that one. I’m trying to pick up where I left off rn. Who knows if I’ll finish it but it’ll be fun to try

[abyssalzones]

who killed stanford pines?

[flamingpudding]

Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham (Sneak Peak)

You guys on tumblr are awesome. I honestly love all the ideas you all came up with. It also sparked my own inspiration. That it why I am attempting to make my Prompt into a longer fanfic. Thou I love all the ideas you all had, my mind decided to go down a slightly different route for the prompt. While on vacation with my family with a pending / possible radio silence, i will continue to work on this (its the fanfic project I mentioned in another post). Though I have no idea if I will get it done during that time or not. That is why as a little thank you and appreciation, I decided to post a little sneak peak of what I want / will incorporate into that fanfic...

Tho honestly I love all the rebogs and comments on the original prompt post and highly recommend for others to check it out too and would love to see more even based on these sneak peaks! :D

Original Prompt

Anyway on to the sneak peak!

Waking up disoriented was one thing but waking up to a mirror image of what you looked like at six years old in old family photos was highly alarming. Danny's eyes snapped open the moment the blurry image before him cleared. At the same time the kid next to him also woke up, eyes snapping open and a scowl decorating their face once the other boy took notice of him.

"What the fuck kind of situation did you get us in this time?"

"I did nothing!" Danny relled at how squeaky his voice sounded, one hand flying up to his throat.

"Well then how do you explain the fact that you are six years old twerp!"

There was only one person that continuously called Danny twerp just to annoy him, so the six years old before him was Dan. Wait… did Dan just say Danny was six years old? He looked down at himself and noticed how small his hands were, wide eyed he looked back up at Dan who was still scowling at him.

"But… you are six years old…" Well that got Dan to look down at himself and the other bleached when he looked at his own hands. "What the fuck…"

Okay so whatever mess they got in, they apparently were now stuck in six years old bodies that looked near the same as what Danny must have looked at that age. Near the same, because aside from photos his mom had hung up at home he couldn't be too sure.

They both looked around to get a feel for their surroundings. Only now noticing that they were in a snowy park, there were some high buildings surrounding the park but the falling snow was making it hard to discern them. Danny and Dan also noticed that they had woken up in a pile of snow and were in fact not feeling cold at all.

[....]

"Hey, Twerp. Look at the mirror." Dan suddenly said and Danny turned around to stare at his body double confused. "What?"

"Just turn around and look at the mirror." The other only said again, still confused Danny did as told and nearly screamed. Staring at his mirror image, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, Danny couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked over at Dan, silently asking if he was seeing the same thing he did. Dan only nodded, removing his own shirt and seeing something similar painted all over his own six-year-old body.

"I don't remember having scars like that at the age of six." He grimly muttered, one finger tracing a long scar running from his right shoulder to his left side and disappearing below his trousers.

"Me neither…" Danny whispered, still in shock as his eyes roamed around his mirror image taking in all the scars their clothes had previously hidden. They didn't look faded but they didn't hurt either when they moved, wounds healed to the point that they wouldn't bother them but still look like fresh scars.

There was one thing both their bodies had in common. Danny carefully touched his right shoulder with his finger tips while Dan eyed his own left shoulder. Both had the same symbol tattooed onto their skin, while neither had any experiences with tattoos, they both could tell that it wasn't a professional one by the way the inked skin looked scared and most likely was only done to brand their bodies.

Danny felt a mixture of sadness, frustration and anger run through him the longer he stared at the scars and the branding.

"These aren't our original bodies, twerp." Danny could only numbly nod at his different future self's words, wondering if the other was feeling the same he did about their bodies. "Whatever the bastard Clockwork did or wants us to do, it involved us waking up in entirely different bodies. Remember these shitty novels Ellie was getting into?"

"Don't call them shitty! There are some pretty good ones too!" Dan raised an eyebrow and Danny just huffed crossing his arms.

"My point is. She was reading about transmigration stories and it looks like the bastard threw us right into one of them."

"That would explain why our powers are wonky, they are not used to the body we are in. But why…"

A knock on the bathroom door resounded in the room and both boys stiffened and tensed, eyes wide as they stared at the door. "Are you two boys okay in there?"

The door knob jiggled and Danny dived for his discarded shirt as Dan's eyes narrowed. Thank the ancients, but not that fucker clockwork, Dan had remembered to lock the door beforehand.

"Fuck off!" He growled out to which Danny gave him a disapproving stare, before shouting back: "We are fine. We will be out in a bit."

"If you say so." Bruce sounded like he wasn't believing them but did not attempt to open the door again. Dan grumbled and listened for footsteps that sounded like they were leaving. Once sure the man was no longer standing by the door he turned to Danny still grim.

"Listen, we can talk about what the fuck is going once we get away from these fruitloops. Till then we will have to watch what we talk about twerp." Looking a lot more serious than earlier Danny nodded in understanding.

"The ghost zone is connected to a lot if not all dimensions, once we get our powers under control we can find out what happened to the original owners of these bodies and return to our home. I should still be able to open a portal even if this is not my body, there is enough ambient ectoplasm to supplement what I am missing."

Dan nodded, they had a plan and the first step was to get away from the billionaire fruitloop family they were dropped off with.

[...]

Clockwork merely chuckled at the children's baffled looks. "One thing about being the Ancient of Time of all Dimensions is and please let me put it into your more modern speech: If you mess with time, sooner or later, you will end up on my shit-list and your dimension has enough people that mess with time that I am surprised it did not implode yet."

[...]

"Didn't I say it before. Those that mess with time will end up on my shit-list. That also includes you my king. These boys were my best alternative."

[daydreamsandcrashingwaves]

KICTTC 5

I'm BACK helloooo! Oh my goodness friends! I have so much to tell you all! So I kinda was collar grabbed by this story so my edit of chapter 4 is SO different from what I posted here, SOOOOO I'm posting a bit of the edited Ch4 so no one misses out on plot! ahhh I've been so excited to share this all with you!!!! Transference chapter 3 is in the works as well as a secret WIP! I really wanna focus of my first two stories though so Idk when that will be up or what an update schedule might look like.

Anyways the Angst is strong, the trauma and body horror is as strong as the blasphemous tea I brew, read at your own leisure I aint yo mama lol

Stay safe, give yourself grace, take your meds, get some sun, burrow in a blanket nest, drink water and eat a snack lovelies!

~Ren

Once Danny makes a decision he throws himself in head first, this will be no different. Danny has to start at the beginning. He must tell them everything to have a hope of them understanding how Danny ended up dropping through a portal to his brother’s side. For… their family to understand what true danger hunts him even now.

Dick sips his cup of coffee only to look at it betrayed when it’s bitter and cold. He has been in Bruce’s study watching the live feed of the recovery room for hours. He managed to drag himself to bed when Alfred had insisted but his dreams had been plagued with Danyal trembling on the floor, knife hilt deep in his small neck, the sight of them in the doorway had made him panic and then he was bleeding out, his breath gurgling in his throat as he died. It was an awful way to wake up and he couldn’t even go check on Danyal in person! Damian had cashed in a lot of the blackmail he’s kept on them to keep them away. While Dick was proud of his little brother’s emotional growth, seeing their youngest in person would go a long way for Dick to shake off his nightmare. He is a bat though so he will endure, especially because this involves his family, his brothers. 

As the sun started dipping below the horizon behind the curtains Tim walked into the study with two large cups filled to the top with coffee, one with a ton of sugar and cream the other plain black coffee, “Awe Timmy! You brought me coffee!” Dick snatches the plain one up with a smirk. 

Tim just grumbles at his grabby hands and relinquishes the cup. He shuffles over to the couch and pulls out his laptop to work on something- Dick isn’t sure where Tim had managed to safely carry the computer with two fresh coffees- and promptly ignores the others as they file in the next ten or so minutes. Judging by the dark circles under everyone’s eyes, sleep was hard to come by. 

Bruce is slumped into his chair watching the twins. No one breaks the silence. Dick eyes Jason from where his brother has propped himself against the wall out of the way Their father’s shoulders are tense in anger. So Talia is probably giving him the slip. He can’t help but feel resentment for the woman who keeps secrets that hurt his family. She knows that people don’t always stay dead. When Jason died, the only reason Dick had to face it, recognize that his little brother was dead was because they had his body as sure proof he had been murdered. Dick has seen many times how Bruce grieves and it’s never good. Adding in a twin? Bruce is holding himself together with sheer will power and meticulous training. Bruce might be almost impossible to read but he was the first boy to be adopted. He has more Bruce experience than anyone else in the family but Alfred. He can see the cracks. 

Turning back to the screen Dick lets out a little coo at the image. Damian is awake and is looking at Danyal like he’d disappear from under the blanket they share. The boy carefully extracts himself to use the restroom that’s tucked away in the corner. When he comes back onto the screen he is changed into his sweatpants and a t-shirt Dick recognizes as his own. He also spots a change of clothes for Danyal in his arms, which he sets on the side table next to the bed before Damian goes around refilling the water pitcher and glass to be ready for use, setting fresh towels out. 

Turning his attention to the younger boy, he can see how sickly the boy is when they’re side by side to compare. His pale skin shows off the dark veins underneath, his cheeks are caving into his face, all his baby fat eaten away, dark bruises under his eyes, and with how injured he was… it’s not telling a pretty story. Dick is confident that if Danyal hadn’t dropped out of the rafters in that warehouse they’d never know he could’ve been out there. He desperately needed help even if he hadn’t realized it yet. Bruce and Dick watch Damian crawl back into bed, Danny doesn’t wake but he does turn towards where Damian has frozen owl-eyed. An arm snags the bottom edge of Damian’s shirt and like a signal the rest of his limbs follow to entwine them together. It’s very cute. With a smirk Dick takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture. It’s unlikely to truly upset Damian since it’s probably the only picture that they have of the twins together right now, but however Damian responds when he knows the picture exists will be satisfying. 

“Are we gonna get on with it or just sit in silence with our thumbs up our asses?” Jason glares, looking significantly more tense. He stares down the room while crossing his arms across his chest. 

Dick sees Bruce’s shoulders square up like he’s bracing for a physical punch instead of the verbal jab. Batman has an almost obsessive need to know everything he can about a situation, it was one of his many lessons that they as his children made into muscle memory. Knowledge made carefully crafted contingency plans that kept their family safe on and off the streets. Something to hold, to have in reserve for when they need it. To be thrown so many unknowns in the shape of a brother was unsettling them all. 

“Jason.” Dick throws him a disappointed look from where he stands by Bruce, placing a hand on his shoulder to diffuse the argument that would shortly explode. “Danyal hasn’t been conscious, he hasn’t had the chance to explain anything yet, has he?” He raises his eyebrow at his brother. The family might not always reach an agreement on, well most things, but Dick knows his younger brother cares. He does. He won’t admit it but he’s here. Red Hood sticks to Crime Alley, looking after his people and- though he won’t claim them- his kids. One glance at Danyal’s wounded, still form was all it took to gain his loyalty. Red Hood liked to take his aggression out on those who disrespect his claim. Jason’s impulse to run off and hunt the monsters who could harm a child this way was poorly hidden. Dick understood the feeling so he didn’t push further.

Jason sneered at his words but didn’t bite back, just turned his impatient gaze towards Tim. “I’m sure Tim has been doing more digging than sleeping.”

Bruce inhales sharply drawing all of their attention. He’s looking at the monitor, hitting the unmute, Damian’s voice floods the room. “I simply meant you only have to tell me what has happened since we were separated… Once, here. I-We had thought you would prefer what privacy we can afford while we determined who had made the grave mistake of harming you. The family, while well intentioned, can be overwhelming. It is difficult gathering everyone and having them sit quietly for extended periods of time and our family is… large.” 

Damian’s description brought a small smile to Dick’s face. Danyal’s quiet reply dimmed the edges because he sounded so young. 

The whole group shifted and was laser focused on their new family member. Dick can’t think of any way to describe this whole situation as wrong as he took in what he could see.. It had nothing to do with Danny himself, or maybe it was more accurate to say whatever made his newly claimed baby brother look like that was what was firing off all his finely honed warning bells. A glance around at the others makes it clear they’re all, for once, on the same page.

If Bruce’s glare could kill the poor monitor would’ve been smoking at this point. Danyal was clearly at the end of his rope. Dick will admit as much as it irks him Damian was right to sequester the recovery room and keep Danyal in a calm area. They watch in horror as Danyal starts to speak. He was hesitant and nervous at first but slowly gained confidence when Damian didn’t react adversely. 

The rest of them didn’t have to restrain themselves. 

  “What the actual fuck?” That’s Tim’s angry voice, Dick shutters. He sounds like he’s already started on researching his shit list by the furious tapping that comes from the couch. Drs Fenton, the Ghost Investigation Ward, and Vlad Masters can’t possibly know what is coming for them. Dick isn’t sure whether to step in when Jason sinks down into the couch next to their younger brother and they immediately start whispering between themselves. 

He decides after a long look at the twins murmuring to each other that he would rather check on Bruce. “B?” 

The man that stands firm against Gotham’s most unsavory rogues, looks back at him lost. His eyes get drawn back to his sons on the screen, “He’s so small Dick. I-” It’s rare Bruce breaks in composure and Dick’s chest squeezes. His father looks haunted. 

“We’re here for him now, B.” He says gently. There are no words he could say that can erase what is already done. 

They listen to Tim and Jason in the background while watching Damian help Danyal get out of bed. Once on his feet Danyal waves his twin away. He’s weak and shaky but they breathe a bit easier when his legs don’t give out underneath his body weight. The short walk to the bathroom door seemed to have winded him. Danyal reaches for the wall and presses into it while he pauses. And pauses. 

Damian hasn’t rushed to his side so Dick tries not to panic. He probably needs a moment to gather himself. “Do you think we need to send Alfred down?” He asks Bruce. 

“What?” Tim and Jason both looked up at him in tandem. 

“Danyal! He was- well he is- fine. But look! He’s all hunched like he can’t breathe right? Why is Damian just watching?” Dick frets wringing his hands.

Attention diverted from their plans of destruction the two leave the couch and crowd around Bruce’s desk. 

“Oh fuck!” Tim curses, roughly rolling Bruce’s chair away from the keyboard. “I don’t know how they did it but I think the feed was paused, or spliced or looped. I’m trying to override it- Ah! I got it!” 

The feed clears and they all blink at the empty room. The bathroom door is open and Danyal’s things that were by the door are gone. 

Bruce jumps out of his chair. “What were they doing right before?” 

Tim pulls up the saved file and finds the moments right before the glitch. “They’re hugging?” A few lines of code and Tim has the background volume boosted. A hushed conversation in Arabic reaches their ears. 

“Okay Danyal, I understand and will help you,” Damian studies his brother for a moment, “how can I help you best in this moment Danyal, what is it you want.” 

They watch Danyal look around at the room, fear leaking in now that he’s not focused on the boy with him. “I can’t be here. I won’t heal.”

Bruce flinches like Danyal had hit him.

They embraced, and whatever else was said was too muffled to pick up.

They watch entranced, like a bruise you can’t help but press on, as the scene plays out and ends with Danyal leaning against the wall. 

“They can’t have gotten far, the demon brat wouldn’t risk hurting his precious twin, Dickie-Bird and I can fetch the chicks that flew the nest.” Jason sighs.

Bruce’s phone rings and they all look at it with reluctance. That’s Oracle’s ringtone so it’s important. Dick swipes the device and answers with a quick, “O, we’ve got a situation, please tell me this is important.”

“Yeah it is,” Barbra agrees, “if you guys were gonna patrol why wasn’t I looped in, huh?” 

Dick exchanges a confused look with the others. “Uh no, O, we agreed no patrol tonight, Black Bat, Signal, and Spoiler were our covers.”

“Then why is the Batmobile headed towards the edge of town?” 

They, with years of experience fighting side by side, spring in sync for the hidden entrance and pile into the elevator to the cave to change and to track down their brothers.

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Gotham was unusually muggy this evening. Bruce could feel the sweat drip down his scalp and his suit was already damp. Breath blazed through his lungs yet brought him no warmth. He had to suppress his instinct to shiver. Fear was all he could feel. It was bone chillingly familiar. Nothing like Scarecrow’s toxin yet he was still sinking deeper into glacier littered water. As Batman, Bruce has taken many hits, faced the cruel underbelly of Gotham from the shadows and had said enough. Birthed from vengeance and relentlessly courting justice, he gets back up, keeps moving, doesn’t stay down even when he probably should. No one else had managed to stand against the city’s rogues. Every night he embraces their seething rage that blistered the streets and exploded buildings. Batman turns towards danger, not away. He is the shield that protects his city's people from the impact the best he can. It’s never enough. Batman has flung himself head first into a race that had long since started. 

In the rare hours he is alone surrounded by the soft glow of the Batcomputer and the quiet rustling of sleeping bats he can admit, those first years, he had enjoyed the vicious fights. Tangoing with death each night. He was entranced, he would dance until the curtain dropped. It was a destructive cycle he couldn’t escape. As he’s aged his compulsion to run off has cooled, and it was only after the first time Dick got more than just a few bruises did he realize the true cost. Even if he couldn’t stop them, perhaps he should’ve tried harder to work with his children to ensure their safety.  A family of vigilantes was a double edged blade. His curse to bear. The curse he spread. Every night his heart is split into pieces and goes with them as they stalk their prey from within the shadows. His children amaze terrify him in how they’ve all risen to fight back the miasma that threatens to swallow Gotham whole. 

He doesn’t know Danyal, has never learned what his favorite breakfast is or seen him off to school. They have never shared late night training sessions. His youngest has never fallen asleep sequestered away in his own world working on a case and for Bruce to find him and tuck him into bed like he has with all of his children at least once. No. He was never given a chance. Danyal’s existence was hidden from him. His death was a secret Damian was manipulated into thinking he had to carry the weight alone. And people believed Batman to be some sort of legendary detective. If Bruce was less controlled he might scoff at the thought. He missed things, big and small, all the time. Most often it was his children that were affected by his carelessness, his lack of understanding. 

He knows what it is to lose a son. In death and because of his own parental ineptitude. Bruce knows what it is for his world to spin out from under his feet and to let his rage blindly guide him. Bruce risks a glance at Jason, his walking, talking, breathing miracle. Why couldn’t he just say that to the person who needed to hear it. Jason had died, it was awful, truly awful. As an adult he has never felt so lost. Jason was only a child. A brilliant, bright, life snuffed out in the cruelest way only for some universal hiccup to thrust his soul back into body and for Talia to pick him up. They’ve never talked about the Y-incision that spans his entire torso. Jason hadn’t intended for him to see it. Bruce doesn’t know who is responsible. He doesn’t know if they dare breathe another breath on Earth. He’s afraid to ask. He’s afraid of what he’ll do if they aren’t already dead. No, the only thing he knew about it was what Jason had deliriously shared with him while sick with whooping cough. The cut may have happened but that was as far as they got. His ribs remained intact, his organs undisturbed. Bruce has to trust Jason told him the truth. Bruce hadn’t had the strength to imagine alternatives.

He has no choice now. Whatever Danyal’s journey has been, wherever he’s been. Bruce despairs that his youngest’s life journey has been too similar to Jason’s. Danny had listed off to Damian the multitude of injuries he had and Bruce just knew. Two of his sons have been dehumanized, valued as objects for other’s use, to state their curiosity. His youngest didn’t just get cut into, as despicable as that already was, no, he was awake, aware, alive as some sick fuck rooted around behind his ribs. (Half-alive. His gut rolls at the implications yet it brings none of his usual suspicions to draw his attention to what his son was hiding. Only he wasn’t hiding, not from the Wayne family. No, he had shared everything with very little prompting from Damian. Danyal was running from them) Bruce could only stare at the screen in his office in horror. How fast did his regenerative ability work to regrow his harvested organs? Did he have to break wrongly healed bones and had to hold them in place until they healed enough for him to escape or did his bones snap forcefully into place on their own-    

It’s a race against time now. Danyal is in no condition to be on the run. It would crush him to send him away but Bruce would. He can find a secure place away from him for his son if that’s what it took to make him feel safe enough to rest. Recovery needs to be his number one priority, he had been slowly relaxing with Damian yet as soon as he wasn’t disoriented he fled. What does that say about how he thinks they’ll treat him? What does it say about Bruce that Damain felt he could better protect his twin alone?

Bruce forces himself to reach for his comms and connects to the main comm line they use for patrols. “Everyone, change of plans, keep your eyes open for both boys. They fled from the cave in the Batmobile, hail the line immediately if they’re sighted, I don’t expect Robin to linger once it stops.” Bruce internally curses at himself that he didn’t think to have some sort of code for his youngest. He’s known for creating contingency plans for his contingency plans, yet he is not prepared for this. He could’ve never prepared himself for the knowledge he had not one blood son but two, twins. He couldn’t be too revealing incase someone was listening. “We’re in pursuit of the Batmobile now. Remember the boys are both League trained, Robin likely will have some tricks he’ll play.. The boy’s full capabilities are still unknown and he is heavily injured, proceed with caution, the boy is likely running on instinct, resistance is expected. We want to avoid making them feel cornered.” His tone is tight with worry, He doesn’t blame Danyal for being suspicious. He may be their father, but as far as he knows it wouldn’t be safe. Well, Bruce can’t blame either of them, they’re children, his children. He will blame their mother though. “We want them to get them home safe with no further injuries.” 

Some very distant part of him is proud of Damian for unequivocally having his brother’s back, if only they could bond over things that didn’t shave years off his life. Bruce has never been more stressed. Some day soon he’ll just have to embrace the grey that was sprouting in his black hair and give Alfred relief from helping him hide them.

“Copy that B-man! Our eyes are peeled!” Spoiler responds “I’m currently in Burnley, Orphan’s got Somerset covered and Signal is in Old Gotham! If they’re out here we’ll find them.”

“From what Oracle sent, I think I should be able to pick something up with my powers, I’ll keep trying while we move, B.” Signal pipes in.

“Thank you Signal.” Bruce is flooded with relief. He really is lucky to have them, there’s no one else he’d rather have at his back. They’ve all grown into their own. He tries not to sigh. 

Discovering the twins missing had sent them scrambling, even Jason had looked worried and tucked away his instinct to question him or to argue, his second son had simply followed them down to the cave. At this rate he may get an ulcer. He had felt panic steal his critical thinking, as he led his boys south towards where the Batmoblie was speeding away faster than they could grapple. He had to find them. Gotham isn’t safe at night and Danyal’s movements will be restricted if he deems it important not to rip his stitches. 

Moving through the air usually calmed him but tonight grappling wasn’t moving him around fast enough. Taking the Batmobile was smart of his sons, he begrudgingly had to admit, not only was it faster, the boys would be hidden inside. If Robin had driven his bike he’d have superior maneuverability even though Batman could’ve followed them faster, but if the boys had impacted something during a high speed chase to flee? They’d both be thrown. Danyal is already severely injured anything additional.. Bruce couldn’t make himself focus on that. 

His Trouble Twins probably planned it this way to slow them down. To throw them off their tracks. It was working, the boys had a 10 minute lead on their group. They’d left as soon as they had suited up but they still were too far out of reach. Away from the protective shadow of his cape. He couldn’t protect them now that they left the safety of the manor. Jason was cursing underneath him on the street racing past buildings on his bike, he was slightly ahead of Batman and Nightwing’s position in the air, on the bike next to him Tim was working with Barbara to try and get eyes on the boys. Quiet suggestions on what to look for. Shadows that move unnaturally, flashes of color there and gone, how they needed an algorithm up to analyze all of the feeds simultaneously. With the many cameras in Gotham-more than half Bruce had bought for the city to install- they wouldn’t be so hard to find. They shouldn't be so difficult to find, but Damian was particularly slippery when he put in the effort. Bruce glanced at his eldest besides him. 

Dick was one long string pulled too tight. He, of course, was still chatting happily with Barbara but his smile was strained at the edges, his movements too careful and precise. He hasn’t joked once. The possibility the man would snap increases the longer the twins are missing. It’s rare to see Dick outwardly expressing something other than the pure sunshine and patience. By the time Jason had come around he had curbed most of his bloodlust, it was a faint memory by the time Tim weaseled his way into their lives. It reminds Bruce too much of Brucie. The persona that he developed to hide from the vultures that would’ve taken everything from him as a child when tragedy struck. Before Bruce had decided to be active in Gotham’s social scene he knew it was better they underestimate poor orphaned Bruce Wayne. Brucie hid Batman, a shield to protect his family from those who would expose their secrets. He was necessary, even if Bruce felt suffocated most of the time. Was Dick hiding from him? 

He has to suppress a shutter. All his children to some degree, whether on or off the streets, have adapted to Batman’s mannerisms and habits. It was essential to survive facing the threats they do. Dick though fell more into Bruce’s habits. His eldest son, who with a smile looked after his siblings while Bruce was distracted by some crisis or another.They both often blamed themselves for things they couldn’t stop or foresee. That heavy invisible weight that sits on their shoulders because they claimed it. Bruce knows that he’s failed his children, Dick.. Dick in particular has had to step up on his behalf to smooth things over between family members. Forced to become another parent to the kids he brought home. It was never Dick’s responsibility and it’s taken time and a lot of effort but Bruce is making steps forward, trying to stop repeating the same mistakes. It was only Alfred’s guidance and help raising the boy that he excelled instead of crumbling under Bruce’s incompetence. Bruce was trying though. Even if it was hard to talk about casually, he was in therapy, it was.. Helping. He’s not putting so much of himself onto his children these days. He’s been processing his thoughts and feelings instead of bottling them inside and letting his anger rule him. 

Words though, they still escaped him on the best days. Today was shaping up into an absolutely horrible one. Bruce wanted to say something to reassure his sons that things would be okay. None sounded right. He let them choke him. If they could just find Danyal. As much as it would pain Bruce, his youngest doesn’t have to stay with them-with him. Bruce could never trap him here. He… He just wants Danyal to recover. Recover and be safe, whatever that looks like. The boy looked so small next to Damian. They’re twins and Danyal was so small on that bed next to his brother, all skin and bones, his skin stretched over his face making him look years older and the blood, oh God, it took a second but once they realized all that green was coming from inside of him, Bruce was sure they were going to be planning another funeral. The Y-shaped wound was gruesome and he had stared in shock. Another one of his children getting cut open, violated. Vivisected. He was going to mourn another child. He was going to puke. He was going to destroy those who dared to touch Danyal. A heady mix of vengeance and justice for a boy he’d never properly meet. Somehow though, the boy had stabilized. His boy, another one. He’s too old for surprise kids. Only to be spirited away by Damian behind layers and layers of traps that had made the family hesitate and then they were gone, on the run with Alfred’s careful stitches being the only thing holding Danyal together.   

What were they thinking? Why wasn’t I? Why didn’t I fight Damian harder when he locked them out of the recovery room? No…Danyal was already compromised. Damian saw this and ran from his family because he didn’t trust them to protect Danyal, didn’t trust them not to set him off. Maybe they would’ve made it worse, maybe his son was right even if Bruce didn’t want to admit it. Damian was saving them from an error. The boy who he had only met unconscious or through a screen, would’ve lashed out at himself again and they would’ve caused his-

“B? The Batmobile’s tracker has stopped moving on the edge of Burnside near the Craig Bridge. I can’t get a clear view.” Oracle reports 

“Hn.” He adjusts his trajectory and his sons follow suit, adjusting their positions to be out behind him in a V-shaped formation. If someone were to see them at this hour they’d see the vigilantes and would draw parallels between them and their namesakes, in normal circumstances it might bring a ghost of a smile across his face, they were a mixed bag flock. His flock. His family. He was thankful to have them at his back tonight. They’d find the boys, they had to. They still had nothing on the threat that was nipping at Danyal’s heels. If they were caught…

“Why would the Demon Brats go there?” Jason grumbles. They’re three blocks away now so Bruce has to fight his nausea down. They might have to subdue the boys if they won’t listen to reason. The idea of injuring Danyal further or obliterating any chance to build a relationship because he sees them as a threat rather than family. He has to stay firm though. He might have not been allowed in the room but between Alfred’s worried fretting and the security feed Bruce is very aware how Danyal shouldn’t be moving let alone going on the run with Damian. If Danyal would just let him explain he had options maybe he’d come back on his own.

“Hood, Red Robin, hang back and spread out. Start searching. I’d like to have our newest addition to Agent A within the hour. Nightwing with me.”

His grapple connects to the next roof and he leans into the arc so his path can wrap around the corner. Just ahead the Batmobile is stopped. The doors were open, no signs of the boys or of a struggle. Bruce knows they won’t find anything inside the Batmobile, Damian is efficient and clean in his work, but they look anyway. Bruce shares a look with his oldest and sighs. 

“Nothing in the Batmobile, Hood, Red Robin, report.” He shoots his grapple at the closest roof to get a better view of the surrounding area, Nightwing follows closely behind him. 

“Nothing that I can see.” Hood grunts.

“Nothing here either, no alerts from the cameras.” Red Robin sounds frustrated, “You don’t think they bailed in a dead zone, do you? Robin wouldn’t have him jump from a speeding vehicle, right?” 

“Hn.” Bruce refuses to acknowledge that thought. Even if it was a likely option, if they felt it necessary to throw them off to that degree. Dick is quiet next to him. He wants to say the right thing to ease his worries. Bruce has never been good at finding the right words, to reassure without false promises but will always try, “We’ll figure out what happened, Chum.”

Dick looks at him for a long moment. Bruce lets him and tries not to shutter himself away. Dick needs Bruce more than Batman right now. “Yeah,” It comes out grim, “before or after my youngest brother reopens something?” 

Bruce squeezes his son’s shoulder before turning away and shoots his grapple at the next roof. Right before he jumps he says, “We can only hope the boys are being careful and try our best to find them.”

[coopinthepercolator]

i have a 5h 37m long spotify playlist for dale cooper x reader inspo but I can’t bring myself to actually start anything

[cellsshapedlikestars]

She hasn't heard a single word about Jon Snow since they moved. She didn't think much of it then – hasn't thought once about it in the eighteen years since - but now it strikes her as strange. He and Robb had been best friends since they were in diapers, but once they moved, she never heard Robb talk about him again. She could call Robb and ask why, but she doesn't. Whatever the reason, it was nearly two decades ago and it doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with the case, or the murdered girls.

or, Sansa is with the FBI, Jon is a small town sheriff, and there’s something lurking in the woods

read it on ao3 here

[mosshook]

snapshot: lucy knows. (270 words)

::

The door to Sheriff Truman’s office swings shut. But even after the oak latches into place, Lucy can hear the faint ringing of the telephone, where it rings three times before being picked up. 

She hears the sheriff greet whoever is on the other line with his familiar drawl. But after a second, he pauses. Then, Lucy hears him say, in a low voice so affectionate she could imagine his smile accompanying it: “Hey, handsome. Nice to hear from you.”  

When Agent Cooper returns from his most recent case two weeks later, he taps her desk gently, asking for the sheriff. He’s wearing his windbreaker layered with a dark sweater and turtleneck. To be quite honest, Lucy thinks it's a nice look.

She watches him subtly check his reflection in the glass of her barrier, the tip of his fingers turning his chin to the side for the briefest set of seconds as he assesses himself. When his gaze locks on hers again, Lucy wordlessly directs him down the hall, and he shoots her a grateful smile before walking away. 

The oak door to Sheriff Truman’s office swings open, then shut. Though muffled, she can hear Agent Cooper’s bright voice say something – probably Harry, I’m back – before being abruptly cut short. 

When her shift ends, Lucy doesn’t see them come out. She shoulders her purse and pulls on her gloves. Slowly, the lights around the station flicker off, and long shadows fill the small quiet spaces, save for the faint glow sandwiched between the carpet and the sheriff's door.

[majorbaby]

little trucoop fic + bonus trucoop gifset for my recipient @male--wife in the wonderfulxstrange twin peaks exchange.

thank you @countdowntotwinpeaks for hosting!

[littlestsnicket]

wonderfulxstrange exchange time! thank you @countdowntotwinpeaks for organizing this!

here is my fic for @bluerosering

title: I just got your number

word count: 1.1k

phillip jeffries & lucy moran; found footage

[also on ao3]

Due, one assumes, though I can find no record of the initial warrant, to the proximity to Unguin Air Force Base and the newly constructed Listening Post Alpha, the phone line at the Twin Peaks Sheriff Station was tapped in 1983. Coincidentally, this date roughly coincides with the graduation from junior college of one young Lucy Moran. Can you guess where she entered the workforce? 

What follows is a collection of conversations pertinent to our ongoing effort to make sense of the events on and leading up to October 2nd, 2016. I pity the person who initially transcribed these conversations. She—presumably—had the patience of a saint. The problems a small town calls into the non-emergency police line and Lucy’s endless attempts to explain the phone system to her colleagues have a certain quaint charm, but I was endlessly grateful these files were digitized and searchable.

-TP

February 28th, 1989

LUCY MORAN: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

(Static)

LUCY: I don’t want to hang up on you, especially if it’s a long distance call. You can tell by the quality of the sound. It goes open and airy. One time my sister traveled all the way to New York City and she forgot her toothbrush so naturally she had to call me and—

(Series of mechanical clunks.)

LUCY: I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean. I can’t help you if you don’t use words. I’m going to h—“

UNIDENTIFIED MALE WITH SOUTHERN DRAWL: Cooper.

LUCY: I’m sorry, Agent Cooper isn’t here right now. He—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Cooper.

LUCY: Could you tell me who you are?

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: COOPER.

LUCY: You’re not Agent Cooper. You sound nothing like Agent Cooper!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: The owls are not what they seem.

(Call ends.)

March 10th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy Moran speaking.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I’m not gonna talk about Judy.

LUCY: Lucy, not Judy. And you’re talking to me. It would be rude to talk about me, and I’m not sure how that would even work.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: It’s dangerous.

LUCY: What’s dangerous? Wait, I recognize your voice. You called here before talking nonsense the night Agent Cooper was shot.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I just got your number. 

LUCY: You’ve called here before!

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Maybe I will.

LUCY: You’re scaring me. I’m hanging up now.

(Call ends.)

March 17th, 1989

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff St—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: This is the sheriff’s station, Major Briggs—

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: I need to speak to Garland Briggs.

LUCY: I can’t transfer your call anyway if you won’t tell me who you are.

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: You haven’t asked.

LUCY: I did. I remember you. I asked you the first time you called here and you wouldn’t tell me.

(Silence)

LUCY: If you're still insisting that hasn’t happened I’m hanging up right now. I have important things to deal with. Growing a whole baby and still having to decide who the father will be is very stressful. 

UNIDENTIFIED MALE: My apologies, ma’am. I was unaware of your predicament. My name is Phillip Jeffries.

LUCY: I don’t know a Phillip Jeffries.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: I advise you keep it that way.

LUCY: You should stop calling then. 

JEFFRIES: I need to speak to Major Garland Briggs. 

LUCY: I can’t help you. He’s not here.

JEFFRIES: You’re a tough cookie, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: Moran. It’s Lucy Moran.

(Call ends.)

July 15th, 2002

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

PHILLIP JEFFRIES: There was a man in Columbia. He was too close.

LUCY: Mr. Jeffries?

JEFFRIES: That wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it was better than letting things lie. Albert won’t understand.

LUCY: Who are you? Why are you telling me this?

JEFFRIES: I’m Phillip Jeffries, the one and only. Unless there is another. Unnatural. Not occurring in nature. Another.

LUCY: I know your name. I think you’re lonely, but that’s no excuse to talk nonsense.

JEFFRIES: Not nonsense, ma’am. But my perspective lacks context and your perspective lacks context. There are things that cannot be explained, only experienced and communicated obliquely to those who already know.  

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: I am alone. No one visits me here. Not unless they want something I won’t tell them. Not the people who visit me. 

LUCY: Where are you? Can you leave?

(Mechanical clunking that sounds eerily like a laugh)

JEFFRIES: Room 8.

LUCY: That’s not very helpful.

JEFFRIES: Liberation through Hearing during the Intermediate State

LUCY: Oh, I know that one. I read a book about Tibet because Agent Cooper—that’s not a place. It’s a meditation, I think.

JEFFRIES: You’re right.

LUCY: How can you be in a meditation?

JEFFRIES: I am in all places and no places, accessible only at times of completion. I am where Agent Cooper is yet inaccessible to him. You know Agent Cooper.

LUCY: Yes, but Agent Cooper went missing.

JEFFRIES: Agent Cooper is not missing. He’s lost. But he may find himself. I must prepare for that eventuality.

LUCY: You’re not going to hurt him are you?

JEFFRIES: I’m not gonna do anything to him. Nothing he hasn’t agreed to. (Mechanical clunking.) We had a plan but it’s going wrong. Dweller on the threshold. The fractured self. Unnatural. But we mustn’t lose hope, Lucy Brennan.

LUCY: I am Lucy Brennan. You said that last time when I wasn’t yet. How did you know that would happen?

JEFFRIES: Last time. Time. Now that’s a loaded word. 

LUCY: You’re a very frustrating person to talk to, Mr. Jeffries.

JEFFRIES: It’s my nature now. There are only words for a fraction of the things I want to say.

(Silence.)

JEFFRIES: Beware of Duplicates. Not occurring in nature.

(Call ends.)

September 25th, 2016

LUCY: Twin Peaks Sheriff Station.

JEFFRIES: The pieces wobble but all is not lost. The tipping point will be here soon.

LUCY: Can you stick them to something so they don’t fall over?

(Mechanical clunking.)

JEFFRIES: There’s nothing sticky enough to make this certain. I do my best to keep them steady.

LUCY: (tentatively) Can I help? Usually, I’d get you donuts and coffee but I don’t think I can bring donuts to a place that’s all places and no places.

JEFFRIES: That’s kind of you, Lucy Brennan. He didn’t come through all the way, but his shadow self was not strong enough to stop him completely. Only he can fix it. But we must have everything in place should he succeed. There is a role for you to play, but it would be wrong of me to extract an obligation. Keep your eyes open. You may see something unnatural. When you do, act.

LUCY: I don’t understand.

JEFFRIES: I think you will. 

(Call ends.)

October 2nd, 2016

LUCY (audibly shaken): Twin Peaks Sheriff Station, Lucy speaking.

JEFFRIES: Tell me what happened.

LUCY: I shot him!

JEFFRIES: That’s good. 

LUCY: You’re not going to ask who?

JEFFRIES: I know who. I have one more journey to facilitate. Then my time is done. 

(Mechanical clunking.)

LUCY: Is that a good thing?

JEFFRIES: I think so. Wish me luck. Wish us all luck. 

LUCY: Good luck, Mr. Jeffries 

(Call ends.)

[laurapalmerz]

tumblr hates me for trying to post this so here i go again. polycule au, more under the cut;

laura and bobby are already in an established relationship. they're pretty happy together, but nothing is without its issues, of course. regardless, it's going pretty steady as far as the two are concerned. donna's had a huge crush on laura for years, but keeps it mostly to herself because of both internalized homophobia and because of the fear that her best friend would hate her if she ever said anything. however, laura also feels the same, but feels conflicted due to already being in a relationship with bobby.

she sits bobby down one night and confesses these feelings toward donna, hoping in part that he doesn't hate her for harboring feelings for another girl while also reassuring him that she still wants to be with him. he's confused, why doesn't she just leave him for her then? why does she continue going out with him if her heart isn't completely devoted? it takes a bit for laura to eventually get across that she still loves him deeply but also wants to be with donna, essentially confessing she doesn't want to choose and desires both of them. bobby takes a while to come around to this idea but ultimately supports her, wanting more than anything for her to be happy.

a few weeks go by before eventually laura confesses to donna and the two get together. laura helps donna through her internalized homophobia, gradually assuring her that being bisexual and into a girl isn't like the propaganda that she's been shown all her life. it takes time, but she soon becomes comfortable in her own skin. the three are inseparable, melded to laura's hips at school and at home during study sessions or while out and about in the town. bobby and donna steadily start to fall for each other over the course of time, starting at first as just close acquaintances through laura, but eventually find themselves liking one another just as equally.

then comes james. it starts with laura spotting him out in the halls, remembering they have mutual classes together. they go out on rides on his bike sometimes, where he takes her to his favorite spots around twin peaks. her heart can't help but yearn for him at night and thus she initiates a meeting with both bobby and donna. once again, it takes a while to talk it through. donna does confess her eye wandered his way too, his small smiles and kind demeanor caught her attention pretty quickly. so he gets brought into the polycule in the end.

laura and donna are thrilled beyond belief to have james around, they take every opportunity to plan dates and outings on his bike. bobby is the slowest to take to him. a fear crept into his heart that the two were abandoning him for another boy, another hotshot who could easily woo them with a flashy bike and quiet personality despite the bad boy persona he presented. it gnawed at him, made him insecure whenever one of the two were out on dates. one day he was going to be dropped, he just knew it. he began to pull back, which the two noticed. how could they show him that james wasn't a replacement? and soon a plan began to form. one evening, laura and donna spontaneously went out to the bookhouse together, leaving just james and bobby to themselves in bobby's basement. it was confusing, since they had originally planned for a study session but they didn't question it too much. laura did what she wanted to do, there was no stopping her. awkward small talk ensued, attempts at getting to know one another better. the tension gradually began to melt the more the two shared about mutual interests. they traded stories about teachers they shared or cute moments with laura or donna, finding themselves physically and emotionally getting closer. in the morning, they were found entangled in each others limbs on the couch, a blanket thrown over them at some point. mission accomplished.

the four were tight knit, which didn't bode well for the rumor mill spreading lies about the nature of their relationships to one another. but that didn't bother them too much, they were far too happy to care.

the honeymoon didn't last long. laura was found dead on february 24th, 1989. bobby heard first given he was brought in for questioning by the police. then came the announcement over the speakers. james and donna found bobby after school and huddled together, breaking down in the company of one another, held close, remembering the girl they loved who struggled right in front of their eyes. they did nothing for her, they let her die. it eats away at them for the rest of the day.

after the news spreads that special agent dale cooper has started to investigate laura's death, the three decide to take action. once the funeral has passed, they come together, along with laura's cousin maddy, and begin their own separate investigation. they will avenge her death at all costs. laura palmer deserved the world. the perpetrator isn't going to get away scott free, not if they can help it.

[shinelikethunder]

did i ever post about the bizarre canon divergence AU living rent-free in my head where fbi agent victor henriksen's interstate fraud + misc other crimes suspect suddenly turns up dead after 1x22 devil's trap, and henriksen somehow catches the murder case and has to follow dean winchester's trail through small-town america trying to piece together wtf was going on here through the people whose lives he touched in passing, all while trying to make sense of the mounting paranormal spookiness in the vicinity of the investigation and also having unsettlingly vivid dreams about meeting dean and/or his equally dead doppelgänger in the black lodge

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

i firmly believe that Sean gave his and Daniel's names as "Sam and Dean Winchester" to at least one motel clerk/diner waitress/shelter employee at some point in their travels. it is one hundred percent not a conscious decision, he just panics when he realizes on the spot that they need fake names, gives the first ones that come to mind, and has to Live With It.

the person they're lying to either doesn't get the references or can't admit they do in public, so things are okay there. Daniel either recognizes the reference and finds it hilarious, or it completely goes over his head and he doesn't understand why Sean looks like he's going to burst out crying/laughing every time someone refers to them by those names afterwards--i can't decide which is funnier.

[pearlypairings]

welcome to my page :)

I am Pearly_Pairings on AO3—typically I write fic for Stranger Things with the occasional dive into Twin Peaks for shits and gigs! I adore reading/writing tropes like opposites attract, tooth-rotting fluff, and tons of comfort. I've compiled most of of my fics, drabbles, and moodboards here :)

Updated 5/27/24 ✍️

Stranger Things- Eddie x Chrissy

✨so much (for) stardust stardust-inspired || mild angst to fluffy ending || 5.5k one-shot 💐 In the Shade of Aurelias  chrissy-centric || fantasy/nobility au || WIP 9/? || updated 2/2/24 ⚰️ all good dates at the cemetery chrissy POV || heavy angst, happy ending || inspired by that smallville cemetery scene || 3k one-shot 🍃 not a sound, but the wind  hurt/comfort || no vecna/upside down au || completed- 19k wc 🎨 painting (a masterpiece):  established relationship || fluff/comfort; first apartment || 4k one-shot 📜 Dear Donna,  chrissy POV || penpal letter format || canon divergent/fix-it|| completed- 8.5k wc 🧮 Meet Me at Our Spot  library meet-cute || no vecna-upside down, fast-burn || 10k one-shot 🌧️Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down  sleepover/crush confessional || pining, friends to lovers || completed- 10k wc 🤘 Do or Die  S4 fix-it || slow-burn, hurt/comfort || completed- 61k wc 

Stranger Things- Jonathan x Chrissy

📸 there is a light that never goes out  jonathan-centric || no upside-down au, slow burn || completed- 51k wc

new!💡 Let the Light In (sequel to TIAL ^^) chrissy-centric || still a slow burn baby, angsty, happy ending || wip ch 2/?|| 5/27/24

photocheer moodboards and blurbs:)

Stranger Things- Steve x Chrissy

🍸 The Coast is Clear - inspired by this post country club shenanigans || friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluffy first kiss || 5.5k one-shot

Stranger Things- Patrick x Chrissy

new!burnin' through the darkest night patrick-centric || next door neighbors, angst & a whole lot of pining babes || wip ch2/? || 6/5/24 patrick x chrissy moodboard

Stranger Things Series 🧮

Letters from Max Mayfield : collection of letters written by Max to her family & the Party based on canon S4 hellcheer word prompt series: drabbles and ficlets in response to monthly word/phrase prompts, like party crashing, tattoo, sewing

Coming Soon✨: charlie's angels au for Nancy, Chrissy and Robin 🔫💋🔊

☕Coffee and Contemplation ST x Twin Peaks || Agent Cooper POV || supernatural mystery || on hiatus; last updated 2.5.23 🔥🔥 Twin Flames Divided laura & audrey || canon compliant, complicated friendship, angst || 2.5k one-shot

Masterlist of 2024 Birthday Prompts tumblr event

various ST pairings: hellcheer, photocheer, clarkelley, stali, platonic stobin

12 days of birthday-themed prompts

drabbles, ficlets, and fics depending on the prompt :)

*will be updated as more is added!*