Super sorry to bother but I just wanted to stop by and ask, could I maybe get ace, David, Bill, Jeff, Dwight and Jake and their s/o somehow escaping the entities realm and going to their s/os original time and how they'd react to that and react to being able ti live life normally?? I hope this wasn't to much to ask! Thank you so much!
NO NOT TOO MUCH AT ALL I ADORE THIS.
Even before all of this happened, he wasnât used to stability.Â
He was used to high-rolling, high risk living, and he liked it that way.
But when he came back, all he wanted was normal.Â
Predictability went from something he hated to something he craved.
He found joy in the everyday moments, the fact that your bliss would never again be interrupted by a trial, by the Entityâs merciless grasp.Â
You made sure to make new little routines for him to look forward to, too.Â
Making meals for him, showing him little bits of affection like clockwork, and more than anything, time to spend together.Â
Because the nightmares, the flashbacks, the pain never came when he was with you.Â
Even when they did, he never let it show.Â
You tried to let it slide, he never was one to be open about his feelings, but it got hard.Â
It felt like whenever you brought it up, it was you who took a gamble.
Thankfully though, he always seemed to appreciate how much you cared.
And that made it worth every moment.Â
Unsurprisingly, he lashed out at first.
He was angry at the world, angry at the scars the damn thing left on his body, angry at the nightmares that haunted him.
But he was never angry at you.Â
You cooled off his temper, a walking reminder that he didnât need to fight to survive anymore.
And when David let go of that fight, it broke your heart every time.
Heâd soften like that only around you, sheepishly confessing how he really felt in the fog.
âIt was terrifying,â and âI thought I was going to die,â and âBloody hell, I think I did die.âÂ
You just ground him in any way he lets you, usually a small but soothing touch.Â
He leaned into it like it was his only tether to calm and to the safety of the world
Considering his mental state, you wouldnât be surprised if that were true.
When he was in the fog, he was never vulnerable enough to show his fear.
With you, he didnât have to be angry anymore.
It was hard for him to grasp that the fight was really over when he came back.Â
He was still jumpy, shaky, quick to stir
Just like he was when he got back from the war.Â
You remember how patient, how steady you were with him after that
Those skills come in handy now.Â
He admits itâs strange to let someone look after him instead of protecting everyone else.
âItâs good to be cared about after doing so much caring.â
You take it in stride. Bill was a protector, and even though heâd just gotten out of hell, you had no doubts that heâd taken those instincts there with him
So youâre not surprised when the nightmares are never about him.
He calls other names, names he doesnât talk about when heâs awake. Names of people who âdidnât deserve this,â toward killers who should âtake me instead.âÂ
As much as it tears at your heart to hear, you never mention it.
You just stand as silent and steady support, always ready to offer a loving and understanding presence when itâs called for.Â
Just like he always did for those caught with him.Â
He secludes himself when he comes back.
He paints almost all the time, not leaving his work area for days on end at times.Â
It worries you, more than you care to say.Â
You try and help, setting food outside the door and leaving encouraging notes, but all you get is the occasional quiet thank you.Â
When he finally lets you into his workshop, your heart breaks.
His art is darker than it was before, filled with blood and screaming and the biggest meat hooks youâve ever seen.Â
It genuinely horrifies you, even though you try not to let onto it.Â
Jeffâs sensitive, though. He notices quickly.Â
He tries to explain, but he doesnât even get through the first painting when he finally lets you see him break down.Â
You hold him, right there on the floor of his workshop and try to provide him with comfort.Â
You look over the walls while heâs on the floor, but your stomach twists in knots.
You werenât sure what he went through for those long years, but you were sure of one thing.Â
Heâd have you. Heâd always have you.
It took a while for him to get used to feeling small again.
He tells you about how much of a leader he used to be, how important they all found him, and if you werenât mistaken the tone he takes is almost fond.Â
Youâd have every reason to think it was not too bad of a time.
That is, if it werenât for the other comments.Â
Heâd try to downplay them whenever he let one slip, saying âit wasnât that badâ or âIâm here now, arenât I.âÂ
But you saw the fear in his eyes.
You say how haunted he looked.
You saw how badly it hurt him.Â
So you try and support him, even when he plays it off, even when he tries to stop it.Â
Because Dwight hated it when people worried about him. It used to be because it wasnât worth the time but now it was because he forgot what it felt like.
When he admits it to you, you take his face in his hands and smile.
âYou are worth my worry, Dwight. Itâs because I love you.âÂ
He almost never goes inside when he gets back.
The forest feels like home, he says, reminds him that there are no boundaries anymore.Â
You follow him, because he always seems a little lighter when you do.Â
His smiles are wider, his laughs are louder, he just seems more like Jake.
And shit, youâd do anything to get that Jake back.Â
He never even mentioned what happened to him.Â
There were only quiet mornings after silently dealt with nightmares, mornings you could only grin and bear and try to support him through.Â
He was thankful. Even if he never really showed it.
Jake was always quiet, but his quiet times were louder now.
There was horror in his still face, a somber story to be told behind his silent eyes.
You werenât sure you were, either.
So, you simply stayed together.Â
Quiet and firm, facing the wilderness.
