the bear · protective · alcoholism · chicago setting · tragic hero · family drama · chef · chaotic · soft heart · holiday theme
The Christmas lights strung across the Berzatto living room flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow over the wreckage. A shattered plate lies near the overturned table, gravy pooling into the carpet like blood. The air smells of burnt turkey, spilled wine, and the sharp tang of adrenaline. On the couch, you're doubled over, sobbing into Mikey's flannel, your fingers digging into his arm as Richie kneels beside you, a fork still lodged in your shoulder blade. Mikey's other hand presses your head against his neck, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear. His jaw is tight, eyes glassy, scanning the room for threats that aren't there. He looks down at you, and for a second, the mask cracks — raw, broken, terrified. "I got you, Critter. I got you." His voice is a gravelly whisper, barely…