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james โbuckyโ barnes
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loki lafeyson
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druig
โฆ is she mine (one shot) requested โท โก
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peter parker
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ivar the boneless
โฆ Im not okay (multi part) โ ๏ธ โท โก โ
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aegon ii targaryen
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aemond โone eyeโ targaryen
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daemon targaryen
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jon snow
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sandor clegane
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kylo ren
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poe dameron
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tmnt raph
โฆ beg on your knees (one shot) requested โท โก
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๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ || 1.4K+
๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ || y/n and sprite get adopted, and y/n gets accepted into his dream school eternal university, where unbeknownst to himโฆ. Heโll meet the love of his life.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ || mentioned house fire, slight talks of trauma, anxiety
๐บ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ || college!druig x college! selective mute!male reader
๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and itโs okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask. And all sign language will be in orange.
this story was inspired by @siempre-bucky โs fic called โyour eyesโฆโ i couldnโt get the idea of a druig college au out of my head, after I read it, itโs amazing and I suggest you read it.
๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ฎ๐
๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ด๐๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐
Gilgamesh and Thena had always wanted kids, unfortunately after trying for almost a year after their wedding, they both got zero results. After consulting with doctors they found out that Thena, was unable to conceive children of her own. The couple was obviously devastated but, they didn't give up they started looking for other options, along the way they remembered they're friend Ajax, and how she had adopted her children.
ย ย ย Ajax had also always wanted children, but due to her late husband dying before they could, and her not being able to give her heart to another, she decided to adopt children. She had adopted five children phastos (the oldest,) sersi, kingo, makkari and druig (the youngest.) they hadnโt visited much, due to the fact that theyโre schedules never lined up, it was a lot easier to see each other when Ajaxโs children were younger, before they had activities of their own.
After a very emotional call, Thena and Gilgamesh found the adoption agency Ajax used, after a lot of talking they decided that they wanted to adopt an older child, Thena had done a lot of research and found, that older children don't always get adopted because everyone wants a new baby.
When Thena told Gilgamesh of this he was off the wall excited, not that older children weren't getting chosen but, that they were getting the process started. They both filled out all the applications, and background checks, before they knew it they were visiting with children.
The couple must have seen hundreds of children, wellโฆ thatโs an exaggeration but it was a lot, they just didnโt feel the spark, that those were their children. Thena was beginning to lose hope, Gilgamesh was still trying to be strong and optimistic for them both, so he booked one last visitation.
They showed up early and began to speak to the man in charge, they then looked at some kids until they found one in the corner. A teenager who was sitting my himself, he didnโt look all that pleased to be there either, the couple made their way over to him only to be stopped by the man in charge.
โOh, I should warn you both about that young man, y/n is his name heโs 13 andโฆ heโs mute.โ The man told the couple.
โOh does he know sign language? Our friend has a daughter whoโs deaf so, we learned sign awhile ago.โ Gilgamesh asked the man.
โHe does but he wonโt try to, he has a sister sheโs in our infant and toddler section, he refuses to be adopted without her.โ The man replied.
โWhat happened to their parents?โ Thena asked holding onto her husbands arm.
โThere was a house fire, their parents didnโt make it, y/n has been mute since apparently he saw what happened, only really told the police and his therapist what happened.โ The man explained.
The couple took one look at each other, almost as if they could read each otherโs minds, before telling the man they would like to speak to the boy.
โHello my name is Thena, this is my husband Gilgamesh, weโre interested in adopting you.โ She signed.
โNo thank you.โ The boy signed back politely.
โNot even if we said we were interested, in both you and your little sister?โ Gilgamesh signed with a soft smile, this statement clearly caught the boyโs attention, which made the couple smile at the look of hope on his face.
โReally?โ Y/n asked, trying hard to keep his face neutral, but he couldnโt help being excited. No one had ever wanted both of them, they always wanted sprite because she was so young. Thankfully the centre they were housed in, didnโt feel it was right to separate the siblings.
โWeโve always wanted two kids, and Iโm unable to have them myself, if youโll let us weโd like to take you and your sister home today.โ Thena spoke hopefully.
Y/n could help it, he smiled so big and bright it warmed the couples hearts, he nodded his head super hard before grabbing their hands, dragging them from the room to take them to the toddler centre, showing off his baby sister like she was a trophy, It was then that the couple realized, they couldnโt have made a better choice if they tried.
Growing up with Thena and Gilgamesh was a blessing, y/n and sprite couldn't have asked for better parents, the couple could remember the first time the toddler called them mama and daddy, they were overjoyed. It took a little longer for y/n to called them as such, not that they expected him to right away, they knew he still remembered his birth parents and didn't push, but on one gloomy day the rain pouring outside. Thena had been on her way home from work, sprite was colouring at the kitchen table, and Gilgamesh was cooking dinner.
ย ย ย Y/n was so in tune with his phone he didn't even second guess his actions, he clapped his hands to get the mans attention, when Gilgamesh turned around he saw his son signing "dad whens dinner gonna be ready?" He asked, the question made Gilgamesh pause, looking over at the boy who was too invested in his phone, to truly realize what he had just called the man.
ย ย ย A smile appeared on the mans face, before he told his son that dinner would be ready any minute, as soon as Thena got home Gilgamesh had pulled her aside, the kids eating at the table while he shared the news, Thena couldn't have been more excited for her partner.
From then on they were called mom and dad, the couple couldn't have been happier, they provided the best care for both children, making sure y/n got the best therapist for his trauma and anxiety, getting sprite into the best soccer team when she expressed her love for the sport, and the kids were truly grateful.
ย ย ย Y/n loved his parents and always made sure they knew it, y/n went out of his way to do things with both of his parents, he went boxing with his warrior of a mother on the weekends at her gym, and whenever he could heโd cook with his dad often suggesting new recipes for them to try.
As the two children grew up they still continued to be close to their parents, they werenโt like other kids. Y/n and sprite felt comfortable enough to tell their parents any and everything, and they did. No matter how โtmiโ the information might have been they told them, they were a very close family.
That closeness mixed with years of therapy, allowed y/n to finally feel comfortable enough to talk when he was 17, only to his family of course but that was a huge step, one that his family celebrated by his father making him a cake, and his mother getting him a ring, an anxiety ring to be specific, one which had the words โI am strongโ engraved on the inside of it. The whole party and the gift had made y/n feel so loved, that he collapsed into his parents and sob tears of joy.
Last summer on a very humid day, the family had decided to stay inside, enjoying each other's company while watching movies, y/n got a notification on his phone, he would've ignored the notification had he not seen who it was from, eternal university.
ย ย ย ย His shocked but also anxious face caught his sister's attention, "what's your problem spaze?" Sprite asked with a smirk.
ย ย ย "Hey! Don't talk to your brother like that." Gilgamesh playfully told his daughter.
ย ย ย ย ย "Honey what's wrong?" Thena asked moving to sit beside him.
ย ย ย ย He turned his phone to show his mother, her face lit up at the notification. "Well what are you waiting for? Open it honey." She told him, not hiding her excitement.
ย ย ย ย "Open what?" Sprite asked, both her and Gilgamesh moving to standing behind him, their facing also lighting up at the screen.
ย ย ย "Go on, open it. No matter what it says, just know that we love you and we're proud of your regardless." Gilgamesh told his son, lightly squeezing his shoulders.
Y/n opened the email and began to read out loud, โweโre pleased to inform you thatโฆ.โ After seeing that his family started celebrating, y/n himself was in shock. Not because he was a bad student, or that he was dumb because he wasnโt, he just hadnโt dreamed that he would actually get into his dream school, it felt like this was an illusion and that any minute, he would look down and see that he had read the email wrong.
And just like that, his life had changed again, and he quickly realized that it meant he would be away from home, he couldnโt speak to people, and he wouldnโt know there. The once excitement and joy, quickly turned to fear and sadness.
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๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด || college!druig x college!selective mute!male reader
๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ || y/n who is selective mute, and the adopted son of Thena and Gilgamesh, moves away from home to start school at eternal university, what happens when he meets druig, the adopted son of his parents friend Ajax.
๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ || ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐๐ฒ || ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ || ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ผ || ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ || ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ผ๐๐ฟ || ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ||
Can i request what would druigโs reaction be to having a secret love child with a fellow eternal?
Of course, Iโll get to work on writing it when I get off work today ๐ฅฐโค๏ธ
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๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ โ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒโ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น, ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ.
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ?
๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ
๐ต๐ผ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฟ-๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐, ๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐บ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป (โ๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ปโ) ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ.
๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐น๐๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ
๐ช๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐. ๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป, ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฒ๐น๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐น๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ. ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐. ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ
๐๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐. ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ, ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ป๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐น๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ.
๐ข๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ, ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐. ๐๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ, ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป.
๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ/๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐ท๐๐ฟ๐, ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ณ๐๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐๐, ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐-๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐, ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐, ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ.
๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฏ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐น๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ (๐ฒ.๐ด. ๐๐น๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฝ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด) ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ "๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ."
๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐ท๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ.
๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐.
๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ต๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ (๐ฒ.๐ด. ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฏ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด) ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ.
๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐: listen to the persons story without jumping to, problem-solving or offering them โsilver linings.โinstead of offering your advice, acknowledge their pain and how difficult their situation must be to go through.
๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ท๐๐ฑ๐ด๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐น: someone in an abusive relationship, may already be dealing with feelings of inadequacy, as well as shame. Asking questions like โwhy donโt you just leave?โ Can push your friend/family member away, in a time when they need you the most.
๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ๐: if you find it hard to not be judgmental, donโt worry you are not alone but, no one ever intends to get into an abusive relationship and, you canโt always spot an abuser right off the bat. It can be very helpful to learn the dynamics of domestic violence, the power and control the abusers have over their victims, which can make it difficult and dangerous for the victims to leave.
๐ฎ๐๐ธ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป: asking them how you can support them, is a great way to show the victim you are there for them. Abuse can make a person feel powerless, so letting them know you trust them to do whatโs right for them, a loved one saying that can help them gain some power back.
๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด: a victim of abuse is most likely already overwhelmed, the idea of leaving can be even more overwhelming. Having knowledge about resources for them to get additional help, when they are ready for it, your best bet is to slowly and step by step encourage them into leaving.
๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ: as selfish as it sounds, you need to make sure your okay during this type of situation. A lot of people donโt understand that, watching someone you love and care about being abused, can take its own emotional toll on you. Make sure you know your limits, it is okay to set boundaries and look for support of your own.
๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ?
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๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ || Ivarโs work stress causes him to yell at someone on the phone, which triggers y/nโs ptsd.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ || yelling, mentions of bruises, crying, ptsd.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด || modern ivar x reader
๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and itโs okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask.
๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ฎ๐
regular pov:
The drive to Ivar's apartment was silent, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a calming one for her. Y/n realized she would need to embrace the quiet, recalling the time Hvitserk told her about Ivar's preference for solitude compared to her sociable nature.
Y/nโs mind had been racing the whole drive, she couldnโt help it. She was scared, terrified sheโd end up right back to square one, and although on a subconscious level she knew if Hvitserk trusted Ivar with her, then he knew she wasnโt in any danger. Itโs just, once those thoughts start itโs hard to make them stop. She had to really sit there, her eyes closed and internally repeat to herself, โIโm safe with Ivar, He isnโt going to hurt me.โ
It wasnโt until she opened her eyes, and bravely looked over at him, only to see they were stopped at a red light, and that he was slightly smiling at her. This funny enough was what reassured her that staying with Ivar was safe, allowing her mind to finally find peace.
Upon arriving at his apartment, Ivar led y/n to a beautifully decorated room, though not her usual style, she chose not to voice any complaints. After a moment of silence between the two, Ivar took the hint and excused himself to start preparing dinner.
Ivar, was not known for his culinary skills but, decided to cook a meal for both of them, opting for a basic recipe y/n found online. Despite it not being gourmet, he figured the effort and thought behind the meal would count more than its taste.
Y/n unpacked her stuff and laid back on the queen size bed, after about a half an hour ivar called y/n for dinner, after repeating himself several times he got annoyed, thinking the girl was ignoring him he went into the room, only to see the girl passed out on the bed.
He smiled to himself at how peaceful she looked like this, he then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her body. He walked back out and ate alone before going to bed himself, as he laid in bed he thought about y/n, how approach having her here and how to make her comfortable, he knew that if he didnโt Hvitserk would have an absolute fit and, thatโs not something ivar wanted to deal with.
Y/n awoke feeling completely refreshed and cozy. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. As she sat up, she noticed a blanket draped over her that she didn't remember grabbing. After stretching, she made her way into the living room.
Having not explored the apartment the night before, she took in the modern yet simply decorated space, a style she found herself drawn to. Wanting to show her gratitude to Ivar for her stay, she decided to whip up a breakfast of bacon, French toast, and coffee. She got to work swiftly in the kitchen.
Ivar awoke to a delightful aroma filling the apartment, accompanied by soft music drifting through the air. After getting out of bed and grabbing his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen. Stepping into the spacious room, he found y/n cooking and dancing around with joy, a sight that he couldn't help but find adorable and carefree. A grin naturally spread across his face as he relished this side of you.
He appreciated this carefree and happy version of you, contrasting with the timid and reserved girl he had encountered the day before. Leaning against the nearby wall, the thud of his shoulder meeting the surface caused y/n to swiftly turn around to face him.
"Oh, umm, I apologize if I woke you up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for letting me stay here. My mom always believed that a homemade meal brings everyone joy , so..." she murmured softly as he approached.
"Don't apologize, you didn't wake me. I'm an early riser anyway. What's cooking?" He inquired before settling onto one of the seats at the island.
"French toast, bacon, and coffee are my go-to breakfast favorites. If you're not a fan, I can whip up something else for you," she responded with a bashful smile.
"No, that's perfect. What you've prepared sounds absolutely delicious," he assured her with a smile.
Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him as he settled down, engrossed in his phone. He was undeniably attractive, clad only in black sweatpants that revealed his muscled torso adorned with intricate black ink. Every tattoo seemed to captivate her; she found them all stunning and impeccably positioned.
She plated his meal and served him, handing him his coffee along with all the fixings so he could customize it to his liking. She opted for this approach to avoid any mishaps with his coffee that might upset him. She had learned her lesson when she attempted to get Lucasโs coffee order right, that hadnโt ended all that well for her. They sat together in silence, enjoying their meal, while y/n's thoughts wandered freely.
It was a reasonable concern, given all the stories Hvitserk had shared about Ivar. She was aware of his temper but believed he would never harm a woman. Despite this, she couldn't shake off her fear. Having experienced the brutality of a stronger man firsthand for some time now, she was determined to ensure her own safety. Meeting Ivar just the day before, her knowledge of him was limited to what Hvitserk had disclosed, which wasn't much due to his respect for his brother's privacy.
After breakfast, y/n was washing the dishes while Ivar sat in the living room, engaged in a phone call discussing the need for the higher-ups to "get their shit together." She was aware that he primarily worked from home, only occasionally having to go into the office due to his role being one of said higher-ups. Understanding that his work was not her concern, she proceeded to dry and put away the dishes.
Within minutes, the shouting began, causing her to freeze in place. She instinctively shut her eyes, as if a movie started playing behind her eyelids. Vivid memories surfaced, recalling all the instances when Lucas would raise his voice at her, each violent outburst leading to even more distressing situations.
As Ivar was yelling over the missing money from one of their accounts, y/n found herself trapped in her own distressing thoughts, her hands trembling and breathing becoming erratic.
Feeling overwhelmed, she abandoned the dishes, retreated to her room, gathered some toiletries, and made her way to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.
Seated on the shower floor, with the water cascading over her head, she curled up in a fetal position, shaking and crying while attempting to regulate her breathing. The deep breaths caused pain, especially from the sizable bruise on her ribcage. She tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting Ivar to hear them, she knew it wasnโt his fault she reacted this way, and she knew he wasnโt angry at her but, she was finding it hard to ๏ฟผrationalise that in her mind.
It would appear her mind couldnโt comprehend that Ivar wasnโt going to hurt her, y/n hadnโt realized until now just how much Lucas had messed up itโs her mind, she couldnโt believe she had ended up in that type of relationship, she had always thought sheโd be stronger than that. Y/n guessed that Lucas had taken advantage of her overly kind nature, using it to manipulate her over time, and that made her feel even more upset. Just like that, the sobs started up again and even harder then before.
After ending the call, Ivar was visibly furious, rising from the couch and flinging his phone onto a cushion before glancing towards the kitchen. The sink still held a stack of clean dishes, but y/n was nowhere to be seen not that he minded.
Contrary to his expectations, he hadn't anticipated her doing the dishes; in fact, he had offered to take care of them after their meal. It was y/n who insisted on handling the chore, stating, "It's only fair since I made the mess." Now, she had disappeared without a trace. Being the inquisitive man he was, Ivar set out to find her, checking her room first, then moving on to his own, which was usually off-limits. If she had chosen to explore the spacious apartment, he wouldn't be as hard on her as he wouldโve been with anyone else.
Having no luck in the other spare rooms, he explored the loft apartment he had all to himself. The vast space was both delightful and profoundly isolating for him. He cherished the roominess but couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness it accentuated. As his mother would say โWhat good was wealth if you couldn't share it with someone?โ
Eventually, he reached the bathroom. The sound of running water led him to believe she was simply preparing for the day ahead. As he started to move away from the door, faint yet unmistakable sobs reached his ears from inside.
Initially puzzled by the sudden onset of her distress, he recalled her behavior when Hvitserk raised his voice in her apartment the previous day. Despite her initial shyness, she had appeared content this morning. It was only then that he realized his actions had led to her current state.
Ivar had caused many people cry, men, women, teenagers, even children if he raised his voice near them. He never regretted it before. He believed others deserved to experience the same brokenness he felt inside. Not exactly a healthy outlook and he knew that but, he wasnโt about to change himself for people who didnโt truly care about him. This however... listening to y/n cry because of him, seeing her pain from being reminded of such an awful person. It twisted Ivar's stomach in the worst way, made his heart halt in his chest, and stirred a protective urge in him, wanting to shield her from the world.
This sensation was foreign to him after a long time. It dawned on him that he needed to be mindful of his actions around her. Unbeknownst to them, but they would change eachother for the better, and together they would find a love, they had both been searching for almost their entire lives.
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Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
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