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Hi!! I'm back with a part two! I was very sleep deprived when I wrote the last one, so let's see how this goes when I'm more lucid ;-;

Hybrid!141/ Bear Hybrid!Reader (reader is gender neutral)

Poly 141 heavily implied, maybe a pt 3 if people want it?

Cw: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, reader was abused by a previous team but no one knew how bad it was, including reader, still pretty fluffy? Reader is even more anxious and a mental mess this time oops

Enjoy!

You had been hibernating for days at this point. Snuggled into the den, waking up for an hour at a time just to eat more food and go back down. Thankfully, you didn't seem to mind not having someone in the den with you constantly due to being so out of it. It gave the taskforce enough time to do some research and form a game plan for when you woke up. They knew falling into your insticts was neccessary for you, but would be hell of your mental state. Price had damn near paced a hole in the floor, tearing himself up with guilt.

Meanwhile, you dreamed in your deep state of hibernation, mostly about your past. Glimpses of being alone as a cub, to being put into a training facility for feral hybrids. The military.

Flashes of the cage- the prongs of a tazer- training and beatings and shoving your bear down- clawing at your ears- only being allowed to indulge when it was useful- when you killed-

It made you want to wake up with a scream, to cry for help or tear something apart- but the hibernation was too deep. Stuck in a neverending carousel of your past. You could barely tell when you woke up, animal hindbrain taking over, trying to keep you alive when you were living in constant fight or flight. There was nothing more effective at keeping a hybrid unthinking than stress.

Days more passed, with the team unknowing of the torture your mind was going through. Afterall, it was very uncommon for any hybrid that hibernated to dream during it. Unfortunate that you were a fringe case.

At the end of almost two weeks, you clawed and fought your way out of the deep murk to the surface.

You finally fully woke up with a gasp that was almost a scream. Disorented. Where were you- you didn't know this place- why- how did you get here- Price will be so mad- you were supposed to stay awake-

Gaz startled as you shot up. His feathers ruffling as he twisted onto his knees in a split second. A croon bubbling in his throat. He knew you weren't a child- a cub- but you looked so much like one. Fluffly little ears, underdeveloped as price said, your eyes wide and helpless, curled up into a non existent larger figure to protect you. To shield you from all the things that should have never happened in the first place.

Gaz crooned again, but didn't move any closer.

Gasps clawed their way up your throat, choking and desperate and burning. You didn't know what was happening, or why- you knew you had been dreaming, that it had been bad, but not exactly what. You didn't even notice Gaz with his worried expression looking at you. A noise followed the gasps, a mix between a roar and a whimper. A desperate cry for help, one you hadn't made since you were a cub. That you were never allowed to make even when you were a cub. All you knew was that your instincts were screaming at you that someone would come- to help- to make it all better-

And the door slammed open, revealing Price. His chest heaving, hair still dripping wet from the showers. Soap and ghost followed closely behind.

"Kid- what the bloody hell happened?"

"No idea sir- just woke up and started panicking-"

"This was nae in the plan-"

"Pipe down Johnny, you'll only scare er-"

The cacophony of voices surrounded you, making your calls louder, more desperate. Curling into a little ball, clawed hands pawing at your head and ears, trying to block out the sound.

Price finally quieted the racket with a sharp "enough!", and walked over to you. Carefully. Slowly. He lowered himself into the den, and curled behind you, tucking your head into his neck. Rumbling lowly.

Gaz sucked in a breath. The move was risky- planned for if you did wake up in a state like this. But it paid off.

All you knew was that things went from loud and so so scary to quiet and warm and musky in an instant. Snuffling at Price's warm neck, seeking out the faint scent there. You knew that scent- it had kept you safe, you were certain of that. Big eyes blinking slowly, pupils expanded widly, making them almost entirely black. Slowly, you relaxed, chuffing softly into Price's big, warm body.

"Thas it cub- calm down- I know you can't talk righ' now, don't expect you to. Just breath, nice an' easy, olrigh'"

Slowly, your heart rate calmed down fully. Shaking your head, clearing some of the fog away. Bits and peices of what happened flowint back to you. Price bringing you here, how safe it felt, how warm. And the feeling of home with your team curled around you.

You tried to say something, to apolagize, or explain, anything, but your voice got caught in your throat. The only thing coming out being a low grunt.

Price expected it. They all had, doing research for days on what condition to expect you to be in, what challenges, how to help. Behind you, Simon had slid into the nest to soothe Gaz, still ruffled and panicked by how you had woken up. Soothing down his feathers and doing his best wolfish imitation of a coo into his ear. Your own heightened hearing picked up on it, and instead of other hybrids being near making you feel frightened, it soothed you. This was okay. Needing help was okay. Afterall- Gaz was getting comfort, and he had been on the team for years- so maybe, just maybe it would be the same for you.

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

No Fun in Fungus: ILLUSTRATED (Chapter 1.3)

Cw: Angst, nightmares, body horror, blood/minor gore, death

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More under cut, but first:

Cw: body horror, blood, minor gore, death

To be continued…

[bamsara]

Sleepy gods. Some stuff in the future of The Rehabilitation of Death.

POV the object of your affections nightmares presence gives you a good night's rest that you haven't had for centuries and vice versa, wyd

[thatsnstwdude]

Richards first reaction to anything bad happing being to go to sleep only to have the most horrific and haunting nightmares known to man kind is honestly some of his best moments in the whole book

[batslvrr]

Like lovers do ୨୧ ⁺

𝜗ৎ tags/tw: tooth rotting fluff!!, idiots in love, reader and dick finally come around to their feelings, angst with lots of comfort!!, subtle flirting, banter, swearing, suggestive themes, making out, nightmares, not proofread

ও˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: dick grayson x f!reader

𝜗ৎ a/n: some people requested a pt 2 so here it is!! i think this is my first time writing a more detailed make out sesh so i hope i did it justice lol but honestly this is one of my favourite fics so far! i was smiling sm while writing this, it was awesome

─ ⊹ ‧₊ Like best friends do

Something shifted between you two after that night.

You were the one who said that there wasn’t a difference between sleeping together on a couch and sleeping together in a bed, but there was. Nothing could have prepared you for the pang in your heart when you woke up with your head buried in Dick’s chest, his arm dangerously low in your back, fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. Normally, when you two fell asleep on your couch, sure you could be cuddling, but during the night it got so uncomfortable you always ended up in weird positions (one time you woke up to the sound of a thud and found Dick snoring on the floor like he didn’t just fall off your couch), so the intimacy you two shared on that night couldn’t compare to anything you’d ever done together.

So naturally, sleeping together became a norm, because after the amazing sleep Dick got all tangled up with you? Yeah, he wasn’t letting that feeling go. Movie nights migrated from your couch to your bed, patrols in Gotham had him crashing at your apartment instead of the Manor because ‘I sleep better when I’m with you’, anytime you had a rough day you texted him so he’d spend the night with you, and so on. It was all under the pretense of ‘best friends’, of course. You never crossed any other lines, it still didn’t hurt any less. There were the days where he had to leave earlier to get to Blüdhaven, and you woke up to a little note on your bedside table wishing you a good day, and then there were the days where you woke up to the sound of bacon sizzling in a pan, only to follow the heavenly smell and find him shirtless in your kitchen cooking you breakfast like it was his second nature. And those were the days that hurt the most, because you wanted that forever, every day, but you knew that this would all come to an end once he found his person (silly you, he thought the exact same thing about you).

There were also the days where you two slept in that ended up with you feeling things press against you in the morning that you definitely shouldn’t feel. But we don’t talk about those days, or how Dick always took a cold shower as soon as he got up.

Either way, the two of you pretended everything was how it always had been, 100% platonic! And life went on, even if it was starting to mess you up a bit, because Dick did not make your life easier at all! He decided it’d be fun to start calling you ‘baby’ and other cute endearment names whenever he got the chance, sometimes you didn’t even know if he noticed because he seemed super impassive, but you noticed, and little sparks of hope started igniting in your heart.

That hope solidified itself when you went to Wayne Enterprises to visit him. It was a regular visit, he told you to drop by since he was in Gotham for the day, then you could go for lunch before he had to return to Blüdhaven. On your way to his office, you found Carl, the guy that tried flirting with you at the gala. You went up to him because one, he was really nice, and two, he left kind of abruptly once Dick showed up and you kept thinking about it since.

“Hey Carl!” He turned to you and called out your name.

“Oh, hi. I didn't know you worked here.”

“I don't, just came by to hang out with Dick later.”

He unsuccessfully tried fixing the stubborn curl that kept going in front of his eyes. “Ah, I see. You could've told me you were dating him when I approached you at the gala.”

You looked at him like he grew a third head. Now you were flustered and confused. “We're… not dating.” An embarrassed laugh escaped you when he looked at you weird.

“You're not dating?” You shook your head. “I'm sorry, I mean this in the most respectable way, but are you blind?” Your eyes widened.

“What–” He interrupted you by saying your name firmly.

“Dick looked like he was about to kill me just because I was breathing near you. I thought he was about to make Bruce cut all business deals with me, honestly I was fearing for my life. He's a pretty chill guy but he looked really menacing.” A shiver went through him. “Are you sure you're not dating?”

You were getting progressively redder. “Yes, I'm sure.”

“Well, does he know that too?”

“Of course he does! We're just best friends. I'm sure you interpreted him wrong.” He looked at you for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

“Best friends? Oh my god, you two are deep in denial. That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. I don't know what he's waiting for, because if I were him I'd made things official with you way sooner, but I hope you guys figure it out.” He patted your shoulder. “Invite me to the wedding when it happens.” Then he left you there, extremely red, honestly about to explode, while he was still giggling to himself. He was crazy! Dick didn’t look at him like that… Or did he? He did call you ‘his girl’ multiple times that night…

Anyways!! You found Dick not long after and he greeted you with a warm hug and a kiss at your temple. Butterflies. Lots of them. He took you to a nice restaurant, and you once again felt awful for the fact that he could take you to all these fancy places, and give you nice gifts, when you just… didn’t have the money to repay him. He saw you pushing your food around your plate.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You looked up at him and smiled.

“Nothing. I'm fine.”

“C'mon, I know you. Do you not like the food? I can order something else.” You sighed.

“I can't pay for another plate.”

“What are you talking about? When you're with me, I pay.”

“That's not fair though. I never… I can't buy you nice things.” You said sadly and he immediately reached out to grab your hand.

“Sweetheart, don't be like that. I don't want you spending money on me, that stuff doesn't matter. I have the possibility of spending more money and I love to spend it on the woman I lo–” He started coughing profusely and you immediately started getting up to help him before he waved you off. “LIKE. The woman I like the most!” You were so worried about him choking, you didn't even catch his slip up. “What I mean is, I love spoiling you, please don't ever feel guilty about not being able to do the same with me because nothing could ever make me happier than spending time with you.”

You sighed dreamily. “You know, the person who'll get to marry you will be really lucky one day.” He got really red.

“You think?”

“Yeah, you're a sweetheart.”

Dick looked at you with the most loving gaze possible. “I don't think so. Something tells me I'll be the lucky one.” You didn't really get it, but you did hear an older lady telling her husband what a cute young couple you two were.

A few days after that, you were resting at your apartment when you heard the familiar thud of someone entering through your window. Maybe you should be scared, but you knew it wasn't an intruder, and you always left the window unlocked just for him. His steps sounded different though, they were still his but…

“Dick?” You got up from your couch and looked at the window behind you, where he always entered. He was leaning against your wall, panting.

“Hi babe.” There it was again. And if that wasn't enough, he was actively bleeding into your wall.

“Oh my god. You're bleeding, why didn't you go see Leslie.” He shrugged and smirked at you.

“I prefer getting treated by you.” That angered you a bit, he had no right to just dump all of this onto you. Either way, you took him to your bathroom and helped him get the top part of his suit off. There was a large gash across his chest, it wasn't deep enough that it needed stitches but still.

“You're not going to hear the end of it tomorrow morning.” You murmured while cleaning his wound.

“You're mad at me?” The little furrow in his brows hurt you.

“Yes. You can't just come here bleeding all over.” Hurt flashed across his face.

“You're… I guess I wanted to spend time with you. But you're right, I can leave if you want, sweetheart.”

“No, Dick, that's not what I meant.” You sighed. “I'm just not a professional and I'm always worried I'll give you an infection or something.” He handed you the gauze and you started wrapping his torso.

“I trust you, though.” His little teasing tone and the smile he threw your way made you smile and caused your heart to do a flip.

“You, sir, are hopeless.” Maybe all the cute names and the time you were spending together lately were building into something more. Maybe you could even tell him how you felt! Maybe–

“And you are the most amazing best friend I could ever ask for.”

Oh. That snapped you out of it. Best friend. That was all you were and it really pissed you off once again. You were right, Carl was imagining things. Carl, and the lady at lunch, and your friends, and his brothers, and everyone. Suddenly you were mad at him, because despite not knowing about your feelings he had no right to cuddle you at night, and to call you all these sweet names, and to take you out– it wasn't fair.

You nodded and stepped back. “Yup. The feeling's mutual, bro.”

Bro? Dick was flabbergasted. “Did you just–”

“I'm going to bed. Tired. I'll leave your spare clothes by the door for when you finish showering. Are you staying over?” He probably should've went home but he could tell you were mad at him and he wanted to understand why.

“Yeah, if that's alright with you.”

“‘Course. I'll probably be asleep once you're done, so g'night.”

“Good night…” But you had already closed the door before he could finish.

You went to bed cursing Dick Grayson for everything. For being your best friend and for making you fall for him, that was a slow and cruel death. You couldn't take it anymore, the cuddling and the late nights and everything that couples did but that you labelled as platonic. It wasn't to you, it never was. And maybe it was your fault for letting things get this complicated without setting boundaries, but you were so wrapped around your own made up lie, it was easier to keep pretending you didn't wish for more of him every day. Eventually you fell asleep crying silently into your pillow, back facing his side.

When Dick got out of the shower, he found you curled in on yourself at the edge of your bed, the furthest away you could be from his side. Damn. He really didn't know what he did to piss you off so much. He got into his side and tried to sleep, but you were so far away from him, the bed felt empty and cold. His mind kept replaying your conversations from the whole week, since he also thought you were a bit weird at lunch. Maybe he said something that offended you? He was lost, but somehow he managed to fall into a really light sleep.

You wake up the next morning and Dick isn't there, but there's also no smell of bacon and no note at your bedside table. Tentatively, you walk to your living room, where Dick is standing with your diary in hand.

“Dick, what the hell!? That's private.” You basically scream at him.

“I didn't read it. It was just laying here so I was going to take it to your room.”

“Yeah right,” You snatched it from his grip. “Who do you think you are, going around my things?”

“I'm sorry baby–”

“Stop! Stop calling me that. You don't mean it. This has to stop, get out.” You didn't recognise your own voice, it felt like you were watching a really bad movie. Dick got out of your apartment through the door, looking dejected.

Later, you turn on the news only to see a really worried looking reporter.

“It seems Nightwing is losing the fight. Oh my god!” She looked back at where Nightwing was being punched to a pulp by Killer Croc. “No one's here to save him. I think… Oh no…” Killer Croc proceeded to eat Dick and you screamed. He was gone.

Gone

Gone.

Gone..

…

Dick woke up to the sound of you shuffling around. At first he thought you were just trying to get comfortable, but then he heard you mumbling and sniffling.

“No… No, 'm sorry… I'm so sorry… Dick…”

He sat up and cradled your face. A nightmare. “Hey, hey… I'm here baby, it's okay.”

“Come back… Don't leave… No…”

“I'm not leaving, love. I'm here.” He wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. “I'm here, baby. Not going anywhere.” You gasped and opened your eyes.

“Dick..?”

“It's okay, it was just a nightmare.” Immediately you started sobbing, because that nightmare felt so real, you genuinely thought he'd died. He helped you sit up and held you close against his chest. “Shhh… shhh, it's okay, baby. It's okay.”

Dick waited until your sobs turned into hiccuping before getting you more comfortable. His back was against your headboard, your legs were over his lap and your head was on your shoulder.

“Wanna talk about what happened in your nightmare?” You nodded and sniffled.

“I woke up and you weren't here, so I went into my living room a-and you had my diary so I got really mad. We argued and I told you to leave, but then when I-I watched the news you-” You started crying again. “You w-were eaten by Killer Croc.”

“Oh, baby…” He was laughing softly while hugging you tighter.

“‘S not funny. I h-hate nightmares.”

“I know… I know it's not. It's just cute how your nightmare was basically about me being a snack. Pretty good compliment if you ask me.” You laughed and hit his chest.

“Stop. You're so cocky.”

“Mm and you love it. Now tell me what I did to make you mad.” You looked up at him and wiped your eyes.

“What?”

“I know you're mad at me. You've been weird lately and earlier you called me bro, which you've never done like, ever. I don't know what I did, and I want to know what upset you.”

“I don't want to t-talk right now.” He understood you were still recovering from the sobbing.

“Alright, I'll tell you what Alfred told me about nightmares when I was younger. Can I?” You nodded. “After my parents died, I used to have lots of nightmares about them. I felt guilty and I blamed myself for not saving them. Eventually they stopped and for a long while I didn't have nightmares, until one night after patrol I had this huge argument with B. He told me I had to be more careful, but I wasn't having any of that so, I told him I hated him.” He shook his head. “Dumb teen stuff. That night I stormed to my room and then I had this vivid nightmare where I told him repeatedly that I hated him and then had to watch him die again and again, completely helpless. I woke up crying and completely convinced he was dead, so I started running to his room while sobbing loudly, I'm pretty sure Superman heard me too.” The two of you chuckled. “Then I burst into B's room and he was already sitting up, thinking something had happened to me. Seeing he was alive made me cry even harder, I ran to him and hugged him like if I didn't he'd disappear. Not long after that, Alfie showed up and he told me nightmares were a reflection of our fears, and were often tied with our day's events or things that have been worrying us.” He cradled the side of your face once again. “What did I do to upset you?”

You sighed, it was now or never. “You've been calling me baby, and other sweet endearment names a lot lately. I understand it doesn't mean anything to you, but to me it does.” He looked a bit confused. “They have a romantic meaning to me, not platonic. And… And it's confusing me.”

Dick's eyes widened. Could this be it? He honestly didn't even realise he was calling you cute names so many times, he thought he was being slick. Guess not!! But he didn't care, his heart was beating out of his chest. “Confusing you… How..?”

“Dick. I…” You took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. “I'm in love with you.” His heart stopped, he stayed silent for so long you started panicking and rambling, fuck you ruined it, didn't you? “You don't feel the same way and that's fine! It's okay, I don't mind, we can just pretend I've never said anything, I just can't go on like this– it makes me think of what I could have, and don't have, and it's too much for me to handle. We can keep being best friends but-”

He did not hear a single word you said. His hand went into your hair and then he was kissing you. Your eyes widened at first but then you melted into the kiss. It was soft and gentle, almost shy, like you two were still in denial. He muttered your name against your lips. “I love you. I've been in love with you for so long.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I'm crazy about you.” Then his lips were on yours again but this time they were hungry and demanding. He shifted you so you were straddling him, this way it was easier to make out. One of his hands was at your waist, ribbing gentle circles, while the other was tangled up in your hair.

Time seemed to melt, you didn't know how long you two spent kissing, you just knew his injury and your nightmare were completely forgotten, and goddamn you were in heaven. Kissing Dick Grayson, your best friend, made you feel ecstasy, it was way better than you ever could've imagined. His lips were soft, and his tongue caressed yours like he was tasting a 5 star desert. Your kisses alternated between soft and messy, and you only stopped when your lips were swollen and the two of you needed air desperately.

“I have… no idea how I… managed to wait so long.” He was panting and you found that the prettiest sight ever.

“I guess you have good self control.” He nodded before flipping you over so you were laying on your back with him on top.

“I did. I'm not so sure about it now.” Then he was kissing your neck, and your jaw, and your face while you giggled, and then your lips again. You had an amazing night making out and talking about all the moments where the two of you were straight up blind.

The next time he went to the Manor, he brought you along, and as soon as his brothers saw you two kissing, Damian made a little victory celebration while Jason and Tim handed him 20 dollars.

“I can't believe you won.”

Dick approached them with you in tow. “Won what?”

“We placed a bet on how long it would take for you to confess your feelings, Grayson. And I obviously won. Tt, these losers don't know how to place bets.” His comment started an argument between the three of them, while you and Dick laughed at them.

Maybe nightmares weren't so bad after all.

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You don’t dream much, not anymore, really. On the rare occasion you do dream, you dream hard. Suddenly, you’re transported back on the battlefield, explosions ringing in your ears and your hands coated in your brethren’s blood.

You gasp awake, sitting up and nearly hitting Simon in the process. Blood stains the walls. Your eyes flit across every entry point in the room. Cries pierce your ears.

You hardly notice your husband awaken, caressing your arm with his thumb. “It’s early, lovie.” He grunts. “Too early to be up like this.” He was no stranger to nightmares.

“I—“ You didn’t realize you started crying before you felt a heavy lump in your throat. Your chest heaves. “I was back there.” He shifts, wrapping his arm around you, and his other combing through your sweat matted hair.

“It’s okay. Just a bad dream, hm? Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” Simon mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss into it. “They’d have to go through me first.” You let out a strained, almost forced chuckle. You knew he was serious, but it felt so silly imagining your burly husband acting as a wall.

“I’m sure they’ll try.” You said, sniffling and wiping uselessly at your tears. His fingers rub against your scalp in a mindless pattern, as if trying to scrub your nightmares away.

[tracingthetapestry]

whumpee wakes up disoriented, terrified and screaming. they scream and scream and scream, not coherent enough to be able to discern caretaker's frantic whispering, as they try to shake them out of it.

caretaker brings a hand down on whumpee's mouth, muffling the yelling, and when they don't stop even after several long moments, they lift whumpee up by the shoulders, slamming them back down— hard enough that whumpee is knocked out.

guilt barely makes a dent in the fear that courses through them. they bundle up, quick and efficient in their movements as they ready to move.

after all, this will all be for nothing if whumper finds them now.

edit: part 2 continued here :3