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Your Teddy ~ Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)

Requested: No

Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)

Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language

A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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PART TWO

“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were.

From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.

Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts.

“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.”

“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.

“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”

Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat.

“I have something to ask you guys,” you said.

“What is it, dear?”

“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.”

Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.

“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”

“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.”

“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink.

You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.

“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.

“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.”

You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink.

Dear Teddy,

I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days.

I miss you.

y/n

You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage.

“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet.

You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window.

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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.

“Good evening, Professor.”

“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”

His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing.

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Then I shall see you in class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.

“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.”

“I liked your answers, too,” he said.

You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.

“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”

You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near.

“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”

“Alright,” you nodded.

After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger?

Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night, Teddy.”

“Good night, cara mia.”

You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours.

“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.”

“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”

She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year.

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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.

“Amore, it’s me!”

It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you.

“Teddy?”

He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.”

He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.”

He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move.

“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.

“Of course, tesoro.”

Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.

You shook your head, and he gave you a nod.

“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”

“Hum?”

“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.

Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile.

“I’d like nothing more, love.”

He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.

“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.

He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”

He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.

“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.

“What?” you frowned.

“To wake up with you in my arms.”

“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.”

There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…

“We should get up,” you said.

He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?”

You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, five more minutes.”

But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.

“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.

“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”

You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”

“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.”

Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.

“I can still help you,” he said.

You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.”

He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.

“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him.

And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.

“Oh, really good.”

You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush.

After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.

“y/n? Hi, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it.

“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”

“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.

“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”

Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.

“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…”

This time, Theo sighed.

“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”

He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.

“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”

“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes.

“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”

Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.”

Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.

“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”

Theo sneered, “Long story.”

You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.

“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”

“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”

Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.

“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.”

The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended, you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move.

“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”

You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.

“y/n!”

You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor.

“Harry?”

“Can we talk?”

Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.

“Sure.”

You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely.

“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”

You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?

“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”

You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.”

Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”

You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”

“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”

You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along.

“You…think they know something?”

Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?”

He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.

“Miss y/l/n.”

“Sir?”

“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you.

“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.

“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”

“I’m well, thank you, sir.”

“And how was your first day here?”

“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”

“Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes. Please, come”

You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed.

“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”

“I want to try.”

For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it.

And also to see if they’re all lying.

Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"

You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet.

“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”

The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”

“Good night, sir.”

You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.

“y/n!”

Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.

“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.”

“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”

After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.

“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”

“A surprise?” you said with a smile.

“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”

His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door.

“Close your eyes, love.”

A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist.

“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents.

“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”

The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.

“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”

The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow…

“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”

“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.”

You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”

“Go ahead, amore.”

“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”

Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.

“What? Who told you?”

You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”

“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!”

“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”

Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.”

“I can wait,” you say.

Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?”

Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.

“Of course, Teddy.”

He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back.

“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.

You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.

“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”

“Sure.

You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb.

“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.”

After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head.

You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered.

He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks.

“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”

He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”

It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent.

“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”

Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.

“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”

He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together.

(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)

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dina179 · 6 months ago

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🚨 HIGH URGENT CASE 🚨

270 injections I took to save my child during the war. Medicine was rare. Now the baby came and a new suffering began due to the lack of milk and food. After waiting and treating for years, my little girl came, and her father did not see her. I lost my dearest people and everything I own.

Please, can you save Farah. Donate or share the link

@appsa @ibtisams @blackpearlblast @el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @bandzboy

#free gaza #free palestine #gaza #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #gaza strip #palestine

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yerisitos · 9 months ago

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┄　❛　🌿˚　✿　magnetic event results.

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hello! thank you for everyone who joined my event. please do not get mad if you didn’t win because i will be doing another event soon. everybody’s moodboard was cute and it was very hard to decide the winners. thank you so much for 100+ followers!

winners:

@aeraras : wonhee moodboard

first place : congrats! your moodboard was very cute and i loved it.

@h-aerins : iroha moodboard

second place : congrats! your moodboard was awesome, i’ve seen many people use it !

@minjubear : iroha moodboard

third place : love the school theme! your moodboard was great.

honourable mentions:

@jangkyus @melonitos @i3vivi @lsfrm

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to claim your prizes please dm me! (you cannot claim prizes without dming me.) i will be doing first place first and honourable mentions last! thank you so much for 270+ followers i will be doing another event when i’m at 300.

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reddiesworldsblog · 1 year ago

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daily reminder day 266: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s trying to put something together by only looking at the pictures.

daily reminder day 267: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fucking up his iced pumpkin spice latte and he almost bit richie’s hand off for trying to take a sip of eddie’s drink without asking.

daily reminder day 268: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s making richie help him put up all of the halloween decorations because he could really use the extra strength and height and also he just really likes the way richie’s back muscles shift when lifting things….or whatever.

daily reminder day 269: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s trying to knit together a sweater for richie as a Christmas gift to him. but it’s seriously failing and it looks like shit. probably because he’s never sewn a damn thing in his life. but it’s the thought that counts which is why he knows richie will wear it anyway. or at least in a box where no one will ever find it. either or.

daily reminder day 270: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s eating hot wings and downing them like a champ. meanwhile richie is crying from how hot his wings are and is currently CHUGGING down his 2nd glass of milk. eddie doesn’t mean to laugh, but…

daily reminder day 271: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fallen back into the longtime role of Dr. K. richie somehow managed to sprain his wrist while doing whatever it is that richie toziers do to do that. after eddie finishes wrapping up his wrist, he kisses it per richie’s request; though half-heartedly/jokingly on richie’s part, eddie had rolled his eyes and did it anyway. “thanks, Dr. K,” richie says followed with comically puckering his lips. eddie only rolls his eyes but leans up to kiss him anyway.

daily reminder day 272: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now him and richie are taking a late night drive.

daily reminder day 273: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s wondering wtf do you think you’re doing??

daily reminder day 274: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s working in his shadow work journa- nevermind he just threw it at the wall because it got mad that it was right about something about him.

daily reminder day 275: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are recreating their first date from when they were teenagers. it had been awkward at first back then despite their many years of friendship, but eddie feels like that was normal. it had made eddie appreciate it more, oddly. their first date included a picnic at the quarry under the stars. and though no quarry in reddies backyard now, they still had a sky full of beautiful stars and sweet kisses shared between them.

daily reminder day 276: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and.

daily reminder day 277: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s stress cleaning the kitchen. he has no idea why he’s anxious but he’s this close to pulling up the kitchen tiles and gnawing on them like a fucking beaver….yeah, just come back later.

daily reminder day 278: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are taking a shower together and singing along to the music they have playing in the bathroom. they do this a lot — sing, laugh, help wash each others backs and hair, etc. y’know, married shit.

daily reminder day 279: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s really missing his husband while he’s at work.

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kawaoneechan · 2 months ago

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I don't math very well.

Okay, given a character's current facing in degrees (so 0-360°), a target facing, and a certain turn speed in degrees per tick, I can have my test character in Project Special K turn around almost in a full circle.

But once they reach about 270° and I aim for 0°, they turn back again, because 0 < 270.

I do not know how to make this work correctly, but I'm certainly not afraid to ask.

#project special k #programming #as the song goes #don't know much of trigonometry

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brian-in-finance · 4 months ago

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Video 📹 from Instagram

Image: Chris Smith / The Wrap

The 18 Buzziest Films for Sale at TIFF 2024

Mike Flanagan’s “Life of Chuck,” Angelina Jolie’s “Without Blood” and Ron Howard’s “Eden” are all looking for buyers in Toronto

While the Toronto International Film Festival won’t officially launch a sales market until 2026, this year kicks off on Thursday with multiple buzzy titles for sale starring the likes of Ben Stiller, Sydney Sweeney, Jude Law and Tom Hiddleston.

Hollywood descends upon the Canadian metropolis for starry world premieres and the unofficial start of awards season. But for years now TIFF has also been a place of serious business. Last year the Glen Powell rom-com “Hit Man” sold to Netflix for $20 million at the festival after a raucous screening.

“They’ve very much shaped this festival with a sales environment in mind,” Intrepid Pictures CEO Trevor Macy told TheWrap as he prepared to head to TIFF with the Hiddleston-fronted Stephen King adaptation “The Life of Chuck,” from writer/director Mike Flanagan. “It seems like buyers are showing up in force.”

And to prove his point, Sony Classics scooped up “Jane Austen Ruined My Life” on Tuesday ahead of the festival.

Over 270 films are on the market this year, and Macy said that the demand “for strong titles in this moment of the market is going to exceed the supply of what good distributors have made internally.” He pointed to the success of Neon’s “Longlegs” this summer — the Nicolas Cage horror film grossed over $100 million off a strong marketing campaign — as an indie that connected with moviegoers theatrically.

But Jay Cohen, a partner at Gersh who heads film financing and is selling titles at the festival, cautioned that studios may only be looking to buy must-have titles, not filling out their slates. “There are really interesting films going to TIFF, but distributors already have pretty full slates,” he told TheWrap. “So the market will be driven more by passion less than need.”

Which means that only top quality films with identifiable audiences will attract buyers. Still, one agent noted that many of the buzziest sales titles, while officially unsold, already have distribution deals that have not been announced.

Macy and Intrepid are aiming to utilize what TIFF brings to the table — specifically when it comes to audiences — to find the right distributor for “The Life of Chuck,” which is a detour for horror filmmaker Flanagan, best known for “The Haunting” series on Netflix and the “Shining” sequel film “Doctor Sleep.” The new film is more “Stand by Me” than “The Shining,” and buyers haven’t prescreened it at all, so they will be seeing it for the first time at its world premiere in Toronto.

“From the time we made this movie, our first choice was Toronto because of the audience,” Macy said of the decision to debut at TIFF. “Our movie is fun and life-affirming but kind of sophisticated, so you want the right audience for that.” He and Flanagan had success a decade ago with the indie horror film “Oculus,” which found a buyer in Toronto and grossed over $44 million against a budget of just $5 million. It jumpstarted Flanagan’s career.

Will “The Life of Chuck” have the same success? Here’s TheWrap’s rundown of that and 17 of the other buzziest sales titles playing at TIFF this year.

Nutcrackers • Eden • The Life of Chuck • The Deb • Without Blood • On Swift Horses • The Last Showgirl • K-Pops • Daniela Forever • All Of You • Ick • Relay • The Friend • The Last Republican • Vice Is Broke • From Ground Zero • The Assessment

The Wrap

Remember to follow the link to read synopses of the 17 other films.

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #The Cut #2024 #The Wrap #4 September 2024 #World Premiere #Special Presentation #49th #Toronto International Film Festival #TIFF #5-15 September 2024 #Toronto Ontario Canada #Instagram Story #My screenrecording

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newtlesbian · 2 months ago

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masterlist part three

just a few days after starting my lists and i am on part 3. i am still receiving messages as i type. im sure there will be a part four tragically. there are so many people in need of help if you have any income at all to spare please help out someone from these lists. they are all suffering immensely in a genocide and so are their families theyre trying to support

CLICK FOR PART ONE

CLICK FOR PART TWO

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1. eyad salem has a chronic heart disease and is supporting his family of 7 including his wife and their 5 children from teens to younger

@randasalem75 on here, please reblog their links

LOW. only $200 out of 50k. only 16 given

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2. ismail is a baker and his bakery was destroyed by hateful israeli bombing. please help him to rebuild and support himself

@abuhamza94 messaged on behalf of ismail and his account is @ismails, please reblog their links

LOW. 1k out of 20k raised.

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3. mohammed is supporting his family including young children after losing his father. please send help to ease their suffering

@mohammed-hassouna-blog on here, please reblog their links

LOW. 800 out of 10,000 raised!

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4. marwa wahudan is living in a refugee tent with her 3 children, her husband, sick mother, and younger siblings and supporting them all with this new account.

@marwa-family on here, please reblog their links

LOW. new account and hasnt received anything yet

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5. duaa jad al-haq is 37 years old supporting omar, her 5-year-old autistic nonverbal child. please help them from this violence and stress.

@dodooomar on here, please reblog their links

LOW. 2k out of 40k please help now

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6. hanan mahmoud is a 33 year old mother of 3 very young children ages 10, 7, and 2. she is supporting them and her husband with her link.

@hanangaza1 on here, please reblog their links

9.7k out of 100. can please we get them to reach at least 10k today! $270 to milestone

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7. rewaa amir is a mother supporting her 5 young children (the oldest is only 13) and her husband with this link. please help them all.

@rewaaamir-family and @rewaaamir on here, please reblog their links

LOW. only 401 received

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8. hamdi ayyad is 50 years old and supporting a wife, children, and more family members through this suffering and they all need your help

@aboyousef1973 on here, please reblog their links

LOW. only 3k out of 25k

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9. salman helles is supporting a large family with children, women, and elderly with this link. help save them from their suffering due to violent bombing, hunger, and disease.

@salman-1990 on here, please reblog their links

LOW. only 5k raised out of 50k!

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10. waleed alanqar is a husband, father, and an electrical engineer. he is supporting areej haniyyeh, his wife as well as ayman, their 3 year old son

@waleedanqar on here, please reblog their links

LOW. 1k out of 20k. please send help

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#free palestine #gaza relief #mutual aid #signal boost #halloween #🇵🇸#💌

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pangolin-404 · 1 year ago

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upturned inn dashboard simulator

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🔦lonetraveler 🔁bird--brained

anyone else down for getting together and wrapping ourselves into eggs directly in front of the elevator. for fun

🔦lonetraveler

Can you not.

🪶crow985

use the stairs if it bothers you smh

🥚flight-simulator-2008

actually I think it'd be really fun if we did this on the stairs also!! the different elevations would be a fun challenge to work with ^-^

🔦lonetraveler

Please don't, people actually need to go places. Where are you even finding stairs, this place doesn't have inter-floor staircases?

🪽pecker9000

🥚flight-simulator-2008

🍗bird--brained

#I hate this website

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🔦lonetraveler 🔁mosspilled

🌿mosspilled

If anyone needs me I'll be in the slop. btw

🔦lonetraveler

Aren't you the slug who bit my ankles when I tried to wade through a flooded floor yesterday?

🌿mosspilled

Come into the slop with me. the slime.

🌿mosspilled

Let's get diseases from stillwater together

#I'm good. Thanks.

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🔦lonetraveler 🔁cornerconfessions

🚪cornerconfessions

We won't post the latest ask because we believe the sender forgot to hit "ask anonymously."

If it makes you feel any better, Mod Teeth also thinks the mannequins are hot.

-Mod Marble

🎀innkeeper-ik

delete this

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🔦lonetraveler 🔁innkeeper-ik

🎀innkeeper-ik

Floors 502-509 have reported catastrophic structural collapses! I advise anyone in that area to exercise caution when going about your day!

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#Noted.

🔦lonetraveler 🔁gotthatdoginme

🦴gotthatdoginme

got a new chew toy today fuck yes

🤖i-assign-you-floors

270

Beep boop! I generate a random floor number for you. Any correct floor numbers are purely accidental.

🪨galatea-yearning

Hey OP ate my floormate last month. Keep your distance.

🤖i-assign-you-floors

[ooc] sorry what

🦴gotthatdoginme

Getting a new chew toy soon!!

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👒biting-you-biting-you

I'M GONNA SAY IT. THE PIANIST ON FLOOR 307 PLAYS NOTHING BUT BANGERS AND I'D MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE WITH THEM

🗿pianist-on-307

thanks dude

👒biting-you-biting-you

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🔦lonetraveler🔁🎉birthday-bug

My flashlight is officially dead.

🎉birthday-bug

🔦lonetraveler

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🔦lonetraveler

Does anyone know where I can pick up some batteries? The lighting in the inn is spotty and the flashlight I keep with me has been flickering.

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🔦lonetraveler 🔁innkeeper-ik

🔦lonetraveler

I'm going to kill Ik. This inn sucks.

🎀innkeeper-ik

🔦lonetraveler

Sorry. 5 stars

🎀innkeeper-ik

#thoughts #the upturned #the upturned posting #fake post

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eightglass · 3 months ago

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i actually really like the divisions between the 270s, 280s, 290, and 300s in Kelvin.

Like, the 290s encompass 16.85 to 26.85, so, like, 64 to 80 for y'all fahrenhosers, which is a pretty good range of Nice Weather? and then 310 is 36.85 is ~98, that's a good scale. Damn, if there was a way to switch my phone weather app to K i would do it.

#temperature #kelvin #Celsius #fahrenheit

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 276. brb x oc

a/n: apologies for the short chapter. I'm s i c k SO KACNKWJNDKJ (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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As Beatrice lay in the dark room, the pounding in her head seemed unrelenting. It was as if a relentless drumbeat was playing in her skull, and she longed for some respite. The cozy cocoon of her blankets provided some comfort, but the pain was persistent.

Downstairs, the voices of her brothers and Rooster were a distant hum. Beatrice tried to listen in but found it difficult to concentrate. She strained her ears, wondering if their conversation would shed light on how Rooster's day at the base had gone. It was one of the small pleasures she looked forward to, hearing about his day and how everyone was too.

She heard Michael's booming laughter and imagined him regaling Rooster with one of his outlandish stories. Michael's voice was always a force of nature, capable of filling any room with mirth and energy.

Leonardo's voice, on the other hand, was mellower and more measured. Beatrice knew he was the one who often offered advice and a calming influence to the group. She appreciated how he could balance out Michael's over-the-top enthusiasm.

Guillermo had a deep, resonant voice that carried wisdom and authority even when he wasn’t planning to. She often joked that his voice vibrated the walls every time.

Despite the warmth coming from downstairs, Beatrice couldn't shake her migraine. She'd tried to rest and hoped that the pain would subside, but it remained stubborn. The darkness of the room was her only solace, shielding her eyes from the piercing light that often exacerbated her condition.

She covers her head with the blanket, the fabric muffling the voices downstairs and making it hard for her to understand - even more - what was being said. She does however, feel footsteps walking past her bedroom to Nicole’s nursery then go back to their door. A gentle creak as it opened and a voice, a voice she adored, spoke, “Baby?’ Rooster calls, “You alright?”

With a soft sigh, Beatrice slowly pushed the blanket away from her face. The relief from the darkness was immediate, and the throbbing in her head seemed to lessen just a tiny bit. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the soft light filtering through the curtains. Then, she whispered, "I'm here, Roos. Just a little headache."

The doorknob turned, and Rooster entered the room. His face lit up with concern as he approached the bed. "Baby, your brothers said you’ve been resting here for a while. Are you sure you're okay?"

She offered a reassuring smile, though her eyes still held traces of discomfort. "I'm sure, Roos. It's just a minor headache, probably from the long day. I’m okay.”

Rooster bent down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "You are kinda warm, you had any meds?"

"I took something earlier, Roos, but it hasn't really kicked in yet. I'll be fine, though."

Rooster leaned closer, brushing a lock of hair away from her face with his fingers. "I hate seeing you in pain, Bea. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

She placed her hand on his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Your presence is already making me feel better, Roos. Just being with you helps ease the discomfort."

Rooster's lips curled into a gentle smile as he continued to caress her hair. "I'm glad I could provide some comfort, baby. You know, I don't like it when you're not feeling your best. I wish I could take your pain away."

Beatrice's eyes locked onto Rooster's, her cheeks turning red and her cheek pressed tighter to his hand "I know you do, Roos, and I appreciate it more than words can express. But it’s okay."

Rooster leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled away, he spoke in a hushed, caring tone. "You sure you don’t need anything?"

She sighs softly, falling back on the bed, “I’m sure…I think I might just nap a little bit more…I dunno if I can go to the Hard Deck tonight.” she mutters, feeling a bit disappointed when she said that, playing with her hands on the blanket, “Can you…call Penny and let her know?”

He nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and then smiling at her face, “Even sick you are beautiful. That’s not fair.” he says, then brings her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles, “Your brothers took good care of you,hm?”

She nestled into the bed a bit more comfortably, feeling the soft fabric of the blanket against her skin. "Thank you, Roos. And yes, my brothers have been looking out for me. They're the best." she pauses, “When they don’t go all overprotective over me.”

Rooster chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection. "I'm glad they're here to take care of you, Bea. You're so precious to me, and knowing that you're in good hands eases my mind."

“How romantic,LC.” she whispers, fluttering her eyes, “Are they still here?”

“Yeah.”

“Mkay…” her eyes fall shut but she forces them open again, “Are you…how was…your day? Was it good?”

"It was a typical day on the base, baby. I had my usual meetings, pre-deployment preparations, and flight exercises. Nothing out of the ordinary, really." he didn’t feel like sharing that he and Mark talked.

Not now.

“Kay…” she whispers, letting her eyes fall shut, “I’m going…to sleep a bit more,alright?” and she doesn’t wait for him to reply, she just allows her body to relax and her breathing to go completely even.

Rooster observed her as she drifted into slumber, he couldn't help but feel a touch of helplessness seeing her in pain, but he knew that being there for her, even if it meant just keeping her company, was the best he could do. He gently placed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered softly, "Rest well, gorgeous."

After some time, he carefully extricated himself from the bed, being sure not to wake Beatrice. He rose to his feet and tucked her in a bit more, ensuring she was comfortable. He gazed at his sleeping wife, smiled and then walked out of the room.

His brothers in law were still downstairs and Michael had Nicole on his shoulders - the toddler nomming his hair and he didn’t care one bit - “Hey,” he says, ‘How’s she?”

Rooster pursed his lips and walked up to Michael, gently picking Nicole from his head and letting her hug his neck, “She’s tired, sleeping again. This migraine really hit her hard…she didn’t, you know, throw up or anything,right?”

Guillermo shook his head, “No, she mainly slept and had lunch, then went back to sleep.’ he crosses his arms over his huge chest, “She needs to rest and heal.”

Rooster held Nicole close, his daughter's small body wrapped in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to her tiny hand, smiling at the way she just touched his face. "Thanks, guys," he said to his brothers-in-law, "She's still in pain, and I hate seeing her like this. But she's resting now, and I'm glad for that. Just hoping she gets better soon."

Leonardo added, "Don't worry, Rooster. She'll bounce back in no time."

He smiled then glanced at the clock on the wall. "I need to run out and grab some more pain relief medication for Bea. She's running low."

Guillermo nodded, understanding the urgency. "You go ahead, Roos. We'll watch over Nicole and make sure Beatrice gets some peace and quiet." he nods, “Don’t worry.”

“Thanks guys,I,” he looks down at his uniform, ‘I should change first,I just got back from the base after all.” he frowns, thinking that he should just go to the laundry room and get stuff there instead of going back to their bedroom so he wouldn’t wake Beatrice up.

The grocery store wasn’t packed, which was shocking considering this was the middle of the week and the Halloween decorations were already out. “Jesus,it’s july.” he mutters to himself, pushing the shopping cart forward as he wandered about the aisles.

Beatrice’s meds were the first thing he got and now he was finding something to pamper her with. Maybe some flowers, some candy. He checks the packets for a little while then puts it back, “Cherry flavored stuff, I need cherry flavored stuff.”

As he strolled along the shelves, his mind was focused on finding the perfect treats for his wife. Cherry-flavored sweets were her favorite, and he was determined to indulge her. His eyes scanned the various candies, searching for the perfect cherry-flavored delights.

A few minutes of scrutinizing the options, Rooster finally settled on a mix of cherry-flavored candies. There were cherry-flavored hard candies, chewy gummies, and even some cherry-flavored chocolates. He couldn't wait to see the smile on Beatrice's face when he surprised her with the sweet treats.

With the candies safely in his cart, Rooster decided to move on to the next item on his list: flowers. He knew that Beatrice loved fresh flowers, and he wanted to pick out a beautiful bouquet for her. The floral section of the store beckoned to him, a vibrant splash of colors and fragrances.

Rooster perused the selection of flowers, carefully considering which ones would brighten up their home and make Beatrice's day even more special. He spotted a lovely arrangement of red and pink roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It seemed like a perfect choice – romantic and beautiful, just like his wife.

As he picked up the bouquet of roses and held it in his hands, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He imagined Beatrice's delight when she saw the beautiful flowers and the cherry-flavored candies.

“Those are lovely flowers.”

He stares at nothing when he hears the voice, then he inhales for courage, “...Miranda.” he strains his smile, turning to look at her. “...hi…”

Miranda’s cart was full, almost exploding with things and she smirked at him, ‘Those are for Beatrice,” she gave him no time to reply, “Oh I always thought she’d be more of a lily type of girl, interesting that you chose roses.”

Was she going to always be this passive aggressive???

Rooster had to gather his composure quickly. Her presence never failed to put him on edge, but he knew he needed to keep a polite facade, especially since they were having a conversation in public.

He cleared his throat, offering a strained smile. "Yes, these are for Beatrice. She loves roses." Rooster didn't want to delve into the specifics of Beatrice's flower preferences with Miranda, nor did he feel the need to justify his choice.

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her expression giving nothing away. "Roses it is, then. I suppose everyone has their own taste when it comes to flowers."

Rooster felt a surge of irritation at her thinly veiled condescension, but he managed to maintain his politeness. "Yeeeep. "

Miranda glanced at the assortment of cherry-flavored candies in his cart. "I see you're also indulging Beatrice's sweet tooth."

Rooster decided to take the high road, not wanting to engage in any passive-aggressive exchange with Miranda. "Of course, it's a little treat to make her day special."

Miranda seemed to be enjoying the interaction, her tone light and teasing. "Well, it's essential to keep the spark alive in a relationship, isn't it?"

Rooster maintained his polite demeanor, although it was clear he was growing tired of the conversation. "Absolutely.”

Miranda tilted her head, looking thoughtful. "Speaking of romance, how are you and Beatrice enjoying your time together before your deployment?"

Rooster's irritation flared up. He wasn't comfortable discussing the intimate details of his relationship with Miranda, and he didn't appreciate her prying into his personal life. Still, he kept his tone even. "We're savoring every moment together, making the most of our time before I leave."

Miranda seemed pleased with herself, her eyes glittering with a hint of satisfaction. "That's wonderful. Oh I know I have such a hard time when Mark leaves, oh,” she shakes her head, “It’s so hard sometimes.” but something in her words felt…so off. So off.

"Deployments can be tough," he agreed, keeping his response general. "But they're also part of the job."

Miranda nodded, her expression seemingly empathetic. "Yes, it's a necessary sacrifice isn't it?"

‘...yes.”

“Oh, by the way,” she flicks her hand, ‘If Beatrice feels lonely these days when you are gone, do tell her to come over. I’d love some company.”

Doubtful.

Rooster couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Miranda's offer. It felt odd to him that she was being so friendly and seemingly understanding. After their previous encounters, this sudden change in tone was difficult to trust. "I'll keep that in mind."

Miranda smiled sweetly, her tone continuing to radiate artificial warmth. "Of course, anything to help a friend in need."

The whole conversation was becoming more uncomfortable by the second. Rooster found himself itching to change the subject, to move away from this unsettling exchange. And his lips raised up in a way that could only be translated as ‘cringe’ "Well, I uh…appreciate your concern, Miranda. We're just taking it one day at a time."

Miranda nodded, her gaze lingering on Rooster. "That's the best way to go about it, Bradley. I hope you both enjoy your time together." With that, she turned and continued down the aisle.

Rooster watched her for a moment, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn't sure what had prompted Miranda's sudden shift in behavior, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

And to meet her here? When he was shopping?

Also, why was she so bothered if he was buying his wife cherry flavored candy? That’s not her problem, “Fuckin’ weird woman.” he mutters to himself, watching her place even more stuff in her cart from a distance.

Rooster pushed his cart down the aisle, his focus returning to the task at hand – finding the items on their shopping list. He had a wife to pamper and he still wasn’t done.

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sunderedstar · 5 months ago

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absolutely could not find the table of contents for Keith A. Smith's Non-Adhesive Binding Volume II: 1- 2- & 3-Section Sewings online anywhere, so here it is. for all your ILL/resource sharing/page scan request needs.

Part 1 1-Section Sewings

16 3-Hole PAMPHLET STITCH SEWING

20 DASH SEWING

21 THE LACED DASH

22 FIGURE 8

24 DOT-DASH SEWING (machine stitch)

26 THE TWIST Exit Backward

28 THE TWIST Exit Forward

29 DOUBLE DASH Alternating Exits

30 THE TWIST Exit Backward and Link

34 PEARL DASH

35 BOW TIE Running Stitch Sewing

36 THE HITCH Exit Backward, Lap and loop

38 ALTERNATING HITCH

42 SEWN CHAINS (linking to form a chain)

Part 2 - 2-SECTION SEWINGS

52 PARALLEL BARS

54 THE DASH

56 DOT-DASH

57 DASH BARS

59 DIAGONALS BARS

60 ALTERNATING DIAGONALS BARS

62 BARS ARROWS

65 STANDING Z'S OR LYING N's

68 BROKEN Z's

70 ZIGZAG

71 LIGHTNING BOLT

73 PINKING SHEARS

74 PINKING SHEARS WITH BARS

76 CARETS

78 SETS OF DIAGONAL BARS

80 LATTICE

82 Xs

83 ALTERNATING X's

84 2-SECTION TWISTED X

86 TWISTED X WITH BARS

88 LINKED X

90 SOFT K

92 TIED BOW

94 BARBER POLE

97 DESCENDING Xs

102 ALPHA Alternating Loops

104 THE WATERFALL Twin Link Stitch Sewing

107 CROSSED SNOWSHOES Intersecting Chain Stitch Sewing

110 THREAD EYE A Link Stitch Sewing

113 THREAD EYE WITH X's A Link Stitch Sewing

116 2-SECTION RUNNING STITCH

SEWING

Part 3 - 3-SECTION SEWINGS

132 MULTIPLE SECTION PAMPHLET SEWING

134 MULTIPLE SECTION FIGURE 8 SEWING 1-Needle Sewing

135 MULTIPLE SECTION FIGURE 8 SEWING 2-Needle Sewing

138 MULTIPLE SECTION, MULTIPLE FIGURE & SEWINGS 1-Needle Sewing

140 TRIPLE DASH

142 TRIPLE DASH VARIATION

145 MULTI-SECTION ON TAPES LACED INTO PAPER COVER

150 TANGENT BARS

154 UNEVEN BARS

156 ALTERNATING BARS

158 ALTERNATING LOOPED BARS

159 THE ROPE

162 TRIPLE PARQUET

164 PARQUETRY

165 G's

168 H's

170 BROKEN H's

172 DOVE TAIL

174 VERTICAL T's

177 FALLING DIAGONALS

178 DASHES & DIAGONALS

180 PAIRED DIAGONALS

182 STAGGERED DIAGONALS

184 STAGGERED DIAGONALS VARIATION

186 TRIDENT

188 ALTERNATING TRIDENTS I

189 ALTERNATING TRIDENTS I

190 S's

191 DOUBLE DIAMONDS

192 HEXAGONALS

193 ROCKET

194 LEAVES

196 HOUND'S-TOOTH CHECK

198 Ks

200 BRACKETS

202 SEVEN 7's

204 BROKEN HERRINGBONE

206 FOLDING V's

208 V's

208 V's I

210 TOUCHING ARROWS

212 AEROS Arrows

214 ISOLATED DIAMONDS

216 TOUCHING DIAMONDS

218 PISCES

220 TIRE TRACKS

222 ASSEMBLY LINE Z's

224 STAIR-STEPS

226 SAW BLADES

228 OPEN BOOK

230 ARROWHEAD

232 DIAGONAL T's

234 +s

236 +'s and X's

238 CONTIGUOUS X's (even number)

240 ISOLATED X's

242 CONTIGUOUS X's (odd number)

244 DOS ESQUIS

245 HURRICANE FENCE

246 DIAMOND X

248 3-SECTION TWISTED X

250 TIED CROSS

254 BOW TIED

258 HORSESHOES

260 LOOP THE LOOP

262 PINCHED P's

264. BOBBIN

268 SIDE BOW

270 COILED LINE

274 TRIPLE CHAIN

279 WOVEN CHAIN

283 LINKED STAR

286 BUTTERFLY STROKE

290 SHOOTING STAR

294 SPINE BRAID

296 THE COIL SPRING

#long post #bookbinding #resources

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, December 15th

SHARK DEMON: You're an odd duck, Mister Spike. Fighting your own kind ... palling around with a Slayer. (Spike turns to face him) And whoa, that suit! Chutzpah must be your middle name. (chuckles weakly) Uh, hey, look, um ... about our little debt problem, it's okay, I don't need the kittens.

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

One Girl by apachefirecat (Spike/Buffy, OCs, PG/K+)

Two new BtVS works in the Mind The Gap Flash Exchange 2024 (Buffy/Maggie Walsh, Buffy/Drusilla, rated E and T)

that soul thingie by farewellswords (Buffy x Cordelia, T)

Pausing at the Bus Stop on a Snowy Day by spikesgirl58 (NCIS crossover, Buffy/Spike, G)

Mating heat by Fanlifemiracle (Xander/Oz, Explicit with multiple archive warnings)

My, what big teeth you have... by BloodyEll42 (Spike/Teeth the loan shark, G)

Your Blood by EnInkahootz (Spike/reader, T)

Let's Just Breathe by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Tangled Up by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, T)

No Secrets by AbbyWatson4 (Buffy & Dawn, not rated)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Incarnate, Ch. 26 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Be Back Before Dawn, Ch. 20 by Blissymbolics (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Comin’ to Town, Ch. 5 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

This Is How We Say Goodbye (it's how we say goodnight) Ch. 1-2 by bunniesarebad (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Oh, Christmas Tree, Ch. 1 by feedingthefire (Buffy/Spike, Spike & Dawn, Clem, G)

Heavy Truth by Rea (Buffy/Spike, PG)

The Slayer That Got Away - Chapter 2 by asylumina (Spike X OC, not rated)

Buffy & Yu-Gi-Oh 2 - chapter 3 by AbbyWatson4 (crossover, Giles, not rated)

Buffy and The Demon Council - Part 20 by Saltandpepper22 (Buffy, Slayers, ensemble, not rated)

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Gifset: Buffy and Spike in season 6 by clarkgriffon (Buffy/Spike, includes canon sexual situations)

Moodboard: BUFFY BROKE UP THE COVEN (but make it gay) by tenderjock (Darla, Drusilla, some blood, sexual Christian imagery)

Collage #270 (drop everything now / meet me in the pouring rain) by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage 271 (We walk with death and crash towards each other in a legion of sparks) by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Vid: Ma meilleure ennemie by willnotacceptalifeundeserved (Faith Victoria) (Buffy/Spike)

Comic: All We've Ever Done by cd85 (Buffy/Spike, G)

Lego Buffy pt. 2 (extras) by mu.d_brick (Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, Spike, Joyce, Dracula, Ben, other characters, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Welcome to the Hellmouth by maylilithreign

Watching Buffy and Angel concurrently…. Crying. [BtVS s7, AtS s4] by rock-and-compass

My Favorite Episodes! by Quiet_Share7125

Lies My Parents Told Me S7 E17 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast

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Multifandom: Fandom Recs by apachefirecat (stories and art: Buffy/Spike, Xander/Cordelia, Buffy)

Buffy season 4 fan fiction (Assassins Creed crossover that rewrites the Initiative arc) recced by Bukowski1234

David Graeber's paper Rebel Without A God: The Anti-Authoritarian Attitudes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer recced by crumbchunks

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Buffy - severe abandonment wounds - Summers gets to have her boyfriend chained up - by raisedbythetv89

Spike’s automatic assumption when Buffy points out the Trio’s van by thequeenofsastiel

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Spike is the most unreliable narrator in the Buffyverse (in School Hard) by targaryenvampireslayer

Who would win in a fight, Marcus or Caleb? by Prior-Assumption-245

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Is Buffy pretty much sleep deprived for the whole show? by VictoryResponsible36

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I already wrote a lot about souichi but theres a thing I purposefully kept myself from bringing up cuz it wouldve just derailed my point and I wanna talk about it naow if you will let me… this is much much shorter n pretty straightforward I prommy

so we are told in the manga that souichis memory issues come from the deep sense of responsibility and pressure he feels. i agree with this, but i would add another reading on top of itt: that he also suffered from a traumatic event in childhood that triggered the memory loss to start with. in short, he forgot a traumatic event once (a very common trauma response) and then re-used this same coping mechanism to systematically erase every other uncomfortable memories over and over. this is where he learned it from.

This is headcanon- I have no case to say souichi suffering from CPTSD is subtext or anything, but the text does not contradict it either! more importantly, i think this idea is in parts supported by the text, and it also, in my opinion, makes souichis character more meaningful by grounding some of his pain in something a lot more common than “being the heir to an underworld, all-powerful gambling organization” (and the recovery he makes from that pain can then also be hopeful to CPTSD survivors a lot more directly). what follows is a couple things i want to revisit with this theory in mind

precedent

this theory does not come out of nowhere, souichi was not an entirely sheltered kid- he went to school, he hung with other kids. kakerous protection was not all encompassing, it is not impossible for something like that to slip through the net. There are also other usogui characters who were canonically traumatized by their childhood. souichi has a lot of parallels with yukiide kaoru specifically (as mentioned- i went into detail on this here). There's also Marco who was abused by Kokonoe Tarou and splintered his identity to protect himself, as well as Kaji whose character arc is about dealing with the ramifications of his parents neglecting and abusing him. usogui as a manga is very aware that childhood trauma exists and has a deep impact on how your brain works well into adulthood. I will also mention Suteguma as a victim of CSA (and with the later introduction of Robert K his story is given an optimistic spin) this is not a grimdark theory of an otherwise trauma-less work, childhood trauma is deeply intertwined into usoguis story. I don’t feel like it is a reach to see an implication for souichi there, too.

the memory hole

we know that Souichi (during most of the story) has so thoroughly accepted to live with the holes in his memory that he:

a. keeps written reminders for things he might forget (see Gakuhitos phone contact that also tells souichi what nickname to call him)

b. has fail-saves ingrained on an instinctual level to keep people from noticing his amnesia in the form of dodging questions, asking leading questions, implying he knows more than he really does, etc (see the scene with Gakuhito for this too- making Gakuhito call him on his phone so he can learn his name or immediately re-using Nanpou’s name he’s just learned to dissipate Touya’s suspicions in chapter 270)

c. jokes about his amnesia openly! (“forgive me since I’m extremely forgetful”) and also rationalizes it as some sort of “good” (the rest of the golf convo- “forgetting is blissful”, “the past is nothing but a cheap book, throw it away after reading it”- all chapter 100)

Souichi would not question a memory gap in his childhood even taking his photographic memory into account. he would just accept it and move on and never try to know because it would just be ONE hole in so many. Why would he care where the amnesia might've started? Why would he think twice about it?

3. memory and trauma

souichis big memory lapse in the story, the one that starts the lost bee arc, is triggered a few minutes before the ranking battle that takes his father’s life but in the pacing of the story we only learn of souichi’s amnesia after the battle’s finished. The two events happen almost concurrently. narratively, we are first presented tatsukis death and then we get into souichis episode. this is NOT to say that in-story souichi "felt" his dad was about to die and it triggered the episode, but the pacing does tie the two events together symbolically. his dad dies, and souichi reverts to a time before he was 21st leader, back when his dad was 10 years younger, before even eba's passing. because this- his fathers gruesome death in a ranking battle that souichi himself had reverted back to its old, murderous way- is too much to cope with. the memory loss IS (symbolically) linked to trauma. This idea is clearer in souichis 2nd meeting with Fukurou.

“His mind does not remember but his body is resisting the match” – souichi’s amnesia is here directly reflects a trauma response. This is an emotional flashback triggered by Fukurou and Poker linked together, his body is brought back to ‘98 despite his mind not actually remembering these events. This is trauma. The way Souichi’s amnesia is used in the story is already very similar to that caused by childhood trauma

4. the tragedy

Generally, this tragedy at the core of Souichi’s character- that there are huge swaths of his life that has totally escaped him despite their impact on him- speaks very strongly to a CPTSD perspective. Childhood trauma is very often forgotten and buried and only surfaces in odd responses to things without ever knowing the cause, along with the sense that you are missing more of your childhood than other people- while questioning if it really is so abnormal. His conversation with Fukurou at the start of Air Poker (in chapter 449) is especially hard for me to see as anything else.

Notice the intensity in the “In...deed…” panel, with the darkness closing in, his hidden eyes. Souichi is closing onto himself here, after having been confronted with how abnormal it is for him to not remember this and he has to pay along like he didn’t forget it. with CPTSD in mind: isn’t this familiar? Something from his childhood that he’s forgotten? Someone he’s supposed to have been close to that he doesn’t even remember knowing? “You’ve been by his side for so long, you should know him well.” Well, he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t know anyone well at all. Because he forgot half of his own childhood entirely. Because he was changed forever. Because he became socially withdrawn- because he was taught not to get too close to anyone and this is what happens when you break the rules, you get punished.

If Souichi was traumatized as a child, he might’ve internalized it as the result of his failure to keep his distance, of him straying too far away from Kakerou, of trying to be like the other kids. This would, in turn, inform a lot of his self-inflicted dehumanization, of his loyalty to Kakerou that necessitates him harming himself, his aversion to breaking that one rule. He is Souichi Kiruma, Kakerou’s 21st leader, and he cannot ever be anyone else. When he strayed away from it as a child he got so deeply hurt he had to wipe it from his own memory so he could keep on going- and this opened the door to systematically erasing all of his “failures” and “flaws” this way. He can stay “perfect” forever- unchanged, un-traumatized, healthy. He can feel safe again.

i purposefully do not speculate on WHAT might've traumatized him here because I don’t have much to base it on and it is not the point i want to make. i just wanted to talk about this aspect that really jumps out to me with souichis character, just how EASY it is to relate to him as a trauma survivor. In turn, I find his arc’s themes of breaking unhealthy cycles and the focus on his family and friends’ support in his recovery become a lot more important and uplifting when it is grounded this way.

#usogui meta #souichi kiruma #the. reading into things and connecting dots post. that is maybe pointing at stuff that isnt there but what if it was.

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