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microstmnt · 2 years ago

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I had already uploaded their (first) timeskip designs seperately but I wanted to upload the line up to remind myself just how much they boys have all grown

And more tidbits over here! Because god knows when I’ll be able to upload a proper breakdown of what happened during the Battle Nexus...

Leo: age 18, during the Battle Nexus wich was their little physical, mental and emotional break after their utter defeat against Shredder, Leo basically quit being leader not because he was done and tired of the responsability but because he felt that he failed everyone, not being able to protect them, not being prepared for the worst, being defeated not even by Shredder but his daughter, being saved by basically a miracle... How could he call himself the leader? Even after Tang Shen (in Twig’s body) told them that their first task was to rest Leo still tried to train behind her back, only stopping after being assigned a “babysitter”, Usagi, who would befriend him and eventually help him train (later, but right now REST BOY). In his place of leadership he leaves Raph (originally he tought of Donnie, but the boy already went trough hell and back in Raph’s rescue mission.. so, the job goes to the other twin).. During this year he learns to be a better leader (actually listen to his team, and trust them, yes with your life dear). New weapon unlocked: Nodachi

Raph: age17. Oooh boy, you’re my favorite so of course you’re gonna get dragged through the trenches... The boy is in shambles, during the whole rescue mission Raph was aware of his actions but could do nothing to stop them, hurting his brothers is his worst nightmare, and it doesnt help that his older bro is now on his own spiral of shame and cant actually be there for them, Donnie is not talking, and Mikey’s still afraid of him even if he tries to hide it... Eventually (like three months in) Don opens up to him and the twins go back to their old dynamic, except that there is a lingering feeling of losing something because they now dont look exactly the same, and sure before they still had enough sligth differences that you could tell them apart if you looked closely, but now their scars make it evident that they wont be able to pull they’re little switch places prank that they found so comforting to do... Leo eventually announces to Raph that he is going to be the leader and... boy does that not go well, for starters Raph never wanted to be leader, he just didn’t like Leo being the leader and besides the boy feels like everything started because of him and Leo wants to make him leader?? He’s also fighting his own rage issues because he doesnt even trust himself anymore and is starting to wonder if maybe Splinter wasn’t right in being afraid of him (DONT WORRY it will get resolved, I would hate to make Splinter a bad dad and he is not afraid of Raph, it’s... complicated, I would have to make a separate post). New weapon unlocked: Kusarigama

Donnie: age 17. You’re also gonna get dragged through the trenches by proxy... Donnie for the first like 5-6 months is completely non-verbal, with the first two months also being kinda unresponsive to the rest of his family, completely closed off, doesn’t even let Raph in, he slowly gets better, mending his relationship with Raph (being the only one he talks to), and even having some jokes and non verbal conversations with Mikey, he rarely bonds with Leo cause the latter rarely bonds with him (Leo I implore you reach out to your little bros), and even tho the first months were basically hell, he’s the second to get more well adjusted to their new reality and what happened to them. Is generally okay with Raph being the new leader but still feels like Leo might have chickened out. Also has some complaints against Splinter like any good middle children does, also has some complaints against Leo... It will all get resolved. WE’RE HEALING ALL TRAUMAS IN THIS YEAR BABY. New weapon unlocked: Naginata

Mikey: age 16. Oh baby you’re really gonna be an angel in this trying times. Yes, he’s afraid of Raph at first, is mad at Leo because he wasn’t there, hates himself for feeling this way... He understands that Raph didnt meant to attack him, and that his bro would never hurt him like that on purpose, but boy the subconscious mind is a force that you actively have to figth, also understands that Leo couldnt have been there, even if he had known what was happening. He’s going to be the first of his brothers to understand and let go, and eventually help his brothers do the same. His wound is the worst because of damaged nerves that require surgery, but his recovery goes smoothly. During the year he becomes closer to Twig/Tang Shen and even sometimes call him mom, something Twig doesnt seem to mind all that much. Last one to find out that Raph is the new leader, doesnt really care about that but why is he always the last one to find out about stuff? Feels like he’s always in the back burner, might have to have a conversation with his brothers and dad about it... New weapon unlocked: Sansetsukon

April: age 20. After leaving the hospital the first thing that April did (after being interrogated by cops...) was to look for the turtles, having not been able to find them in their Lair and not being able to contact them she initially thought the worst, but no, how could that be? They’re all skiled fighters, and they know to stick to shadows, they’re probably just laying low. So she and Casey waited, trying to go back to a semblance of a normal life, she started to study again and started her career on biochemistry knowing that eventually the boys would be back on her life. But the months passed and no one got in contact with her, she eventually stopped going to the Lair because she feared a breakdown every time she didnt find anything new, and it wasnt healthy to get so obsessed with a maybe, she got into a lot of fights with Casey, both dealing with their unspoken grief very differently and eventually and with a lot of pain she accepted that maybe they were gone for real... Fast forward to like a month later the turtles would show up at her dorm room and explain to her what happened, HOW DO YOU REACT?? YOU WENT THROUGH ALL 7 STAGES OF GRIEF AND NOW YOU’RE RELIVING THEM. Well obviously she was mad and also happy to see them again, but it’ll take a lot to earn her trust again after that

Casey: age 19. OOH YOU’RE ALSO MY FAVORITE SO! guess what that means. The first thing Casey did after leaving the hospital (and being interrogated by cops and assuming full responsability of setting a building on fire...) was to look for the turtles with April. After not finding them he figured that yeah it makes sense, that Shredder guy wants them death, obviously their hiding, and eventually they’ll let us know where they are. In the meantime Casey starts to take his vigilante job extra seriously, beating up Purple Dragons, trying to figure out what the Foot Clan is up to, April tells him to stop because he’s really gonna get killed but his logic is that he’s helping the turtles. Months pass, the guys still havent shown any signs, April is starting to miss their weekly meetings in the Lair, and he feels like she’s giving up very easily, they fight often. Casey REFUSES to even think of the possibility that the boys are dead, the guy’s in denial, he’s going through it, he already lost a family once and he felt abandoned then, NOW? OH BABY ITS WORSE. He doesnt let himself grieve and eventually the turtles show up again after his work (actual work, not vigilante thing), and after his first relief he starts throwing punches... I mean can you blame the guy? Raph has to physically hold him off to prevent him from punching Mikey or Donnie (he got to punch Raph and Leo tho lmao) and then he actually breaks down in tears, because he realizes that he did thought that they died, and was so afraid of having lost his family again... Now he just has to mend his relationship with April, because he may have called her a coward (baby, your mouth runs faster than your brain...)

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #micros tmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt bayverse #rottmnt #tmnt idw #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt april #tmnt april o'neil #tmnt casey #tmnt casey jones

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divorcingjimmatthews · 2 years ago

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pas de deux reactions (shorter than last time i swear)

elgin fucking hero???? the fucking guts???????? this van ride is giving me a heart attack

ive seen the promo pics i know theyll get in but im here like what if they dont open the doors for them in time?? or at all? i havent seen elgin in the promo pics oh my god. but hes so new theyre not killing him here. right. right??????

oh thank god

shit dale really did do ellis good like oh my god the poor dude

he better not die i dont want him to die and he might and im so hurt and anxious rn

did yall know kristi's acress is actually a medical professional? apparently they hired her before they even knew that

anyway back to the angsting

im gonna die

i cant look i cant look i cant look

the blood oh my god

boyd is so good at pretending like hes not dying inside to comfort fatima and ellis like i get that he screwed up big time with the sara secret but man what this dude has done for all these people at the cost of himself... :( boyd appreciation post

its so sad to see him ask for help and people not really believing him thoo like yeah he doesnt have proof and hes not used to asking for help so it comes off unnatural and like hes delusional but man thats #relatable af

NOT A BLOOD TRANSFUSION BOYDS BLOODS GOT THE FUCKING WORMS IN IT IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND 😭😭😭

also poor jim he's so commited to his experiment theory and people are starting to look at him weird for it but i'm so on his side jim you keep at it you're on to something! i believe in you

the way the pieces are all fitting together here oh boy

man i dont remember my blood type i guess this is how i die in fromville

boyd im sorry but it's a worms or death situation over here. unless someone else is O-negative

KENNY 👏👏👏

hes a big boy nowww and im so proud

damn i really didnt think boyds mental situation would get him to the point where he's risking his son's life?! if someone else got this bad after sara i thought that'd be jade. i tought boyd was too main character for this. im sorry boyd. i didn't see how bad you were doing i assumed you'd just be able to keep pushing through because you're you. i'm sorry boyd. i'm ashamed of myself. this deterioration happened before my eyes and i was like nahh he's okay

theyre stealing this mans blood at gunpoint

THEY CAN SEE THE WORMS???

maybe edgin is O-negative too my poor sweet not-good-with-blood heroic boy

KENNY?????

KKKKENNY???????????

"GIVE IT TO ME" THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING OH MY GOD

are these people gonna be passing the worms around like a hot potato like. could kenny theoretically... give it back after the transfusion's done??

boyd we're gonna need this fucking blood rn

BOYD?????

I DONT WANT YOUR IDEA BOYD

BOYD?????????

your son is dying boyd

no one can say anything about recklessness to my boy randall after this

he's gonna kill a creature somehow isnt he

fatima must be having 20 heart attacks per second rn

it's our dear smiley poster boyyyy

oh there's more creatures. i thought it was gonna be a 1 to 1 faceoff to echo the episode's title

im not even that sure that boyd is gonna survive this anymore

i mean he HAS to he's the main character but holy hell

im losing my mind

kenny watching through the window like what can you even do about that

hows he gonna get the blood at him like suck it from his hand and spit it or like what

why is he so confident that this is gonna work

i guess him being like this is what got them the talismans like if he didnt come across the talismans he wouldve been so dead in the forest back then and ellis wouldnve died too

but its like this place kind of hhmmm rewards whatever the fuck boyds doing? it seems to work out for him somehow. but martin was the same way and well.

THE SMILEY BITCH IS NOT BLEEDING

oh my good

ellis is dying while this is happening

boyd really said wait hold on a sec i need to rid myself of this blood curse real quick ill be right back

MY BLOOD IS YOUR BLOOD NOW MOTHERFUCKER

ngl watching someone go on the offensive is so cathartic but i can admit that if i was in that clinic i would be losing my mind and not okay with this at all

IT DIDNT WORK???????

OH IT DID

no fucking wayyyyy

the nightmare creature's friends just ignoring him dying like not even scared a little bit???? they just showed they can kill you bro come on. must be unable to feel fear or something

oh yeah okay they were gathering around him and not around boyd damnnnnnnnn i cant believe this is happening

theyre CONFUSED

Boyd really fucking did that oh my god

the monsters are such bad friends to each other they dont give a fuck

i dont do so good with blood either. elgin i get u bro

the padlock on the medicine cabinet ouchie ouchie

donna and ethan are an interaction i wasnt expecting but theyre neat-o

sorry that jade isn't in the episode guys. i borrowed him for giving him hugs and kisses. i'll give him back for the next one dw. yeah victor's here too i'm giving him chocolate chip cookies. they're ok don't worry for them. sara's in the other room having a milkshake i felt kinda bad for her yeah

ethan is asking the real questions

DONNA DHSJDHSJDHSH i love her

ethan 🥺🥺

ETHAN 😭😭😭

donna...

AW donna

THE HUG THE HUG THE HUG

Boyd youre not okay oh my god this man

oh fatima 🥺

OH SHIT

"We shouldve trusted you" no listen it worked out by fucking miracle okay

what an episode dammit

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thecatchat · 1 year ago

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@inky-kaleidascope-dimensions this is just a summary of what we put on discord that I'm putting here for reference since we never use the channel.

Retrayul

Dr. Iris Vial - calls Karl "Dimension Boy", thin and lanky, mechanical arms like doc Oct, purple and White, runs small tech company, will stay up for multiple days inventing and revolutionized a field by accident, actually never really tried to kill the hero's because they like the game and was holding back the entire time, experiments have a 50/50 chance of exploding, uses the vents to hide away for a quick mental breakdown or moment alone, extremely unathletic like struggles to do two push ups,

Hunter Coat - Yellow and Black, bow and arrow with knives, "Yellow Jacket", acts like a loner character but actually really wants to connect to people, personal trainer as part of their day job, boxes for fun, very concerned over how Vial stayed alive with her terrible sleeping habits and lax lab safety, uses the vents to travel to avoid people they want to avoid or sneak in somewhere, she's taller than Vial, does not take threats well,

"Love interest" is slang for Significant Other

Hunter, after Vial's latest experiment literally leveled their lab: how are you not dead?

Vial: I have no idea!

Quarry

Seamstress and Jewler side characters, very gossipy,

Losing control is taboo as control is tought from a young age, so like "accidentally punching someone that snuck up behind you", kinda like a chain reaction, their emotions are the spark that causes the fire (their powers), but if it gets out of hand and spreads too fast too far they're no longer in control, kinda expected from teens who are exploring their boundaries but for full on adults it's embarrassing/concerning and kinda taboo to talk about

Other

Bull Market and Bear Market don't exist in medieval times, Karl knows the terms from a dimension where "gravity is upside-down", depending on if the bull or the bear wins the daily pit fight, the price of things go up or down,

Karl explaining things incorrectly is a fun running joke, he understands so much it loops back around to ignorance, uses social technique of "mimic and roll with it",

We also talked about the different types of demons but since we're changing that around and I have Idea's for it, I'll send it as a ask.

#kaleidoscope dimensions

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dyedcomrade · 2 years ago

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tw: dark, transph0bia, vi0lence, kind of unrequited love, cheating mention but a side character that doesnt exist canonically does it, gore additional tw: chris is dumb

reminder: i do this because i myself am trans and it's insane out here, especially knowing i wont get gender affirming therapy ever. i do this because i project myself onto almost every resi man i find hot. blocc, dont report. i dont support irl transphobia.

the fucking plane. fucking Chris. Wesker doesn't have time to get to uroboros, Chris tackles him before, straddling him and starting to beat him up spewing out profanities at him.

and in the heat of the moment the tought just slips out:

he tells Wesker he is an abomination and no matter how much he riots against biology he will always stay mortal and cant change the core of him which will always make her a woman.

and Wesker just fucking breaks. having to be lied to his entire life by some mad scientists and people thinking he is the same - he just wants to save the world! can't they see? how humanity is running towards their own destruction?

then the heartbreak he had realising he has to betray his team. chris not getting the fucking hint ever - why did he let him stay alive for so long? it would have been so easy to kill him, but he gave the boy so many chances to see his vision, to join.

despite all his efforts, decades of work, his dream being stolen from him.

first he degrades him by saying he is just one of umbrella's leftovers. and now ripping away all of his humanity, his identity, just like umbrella did.

going through files, he and Jill were in the Spencer estate, they found out Wesker is trans. the wording too in those files were strange, not stating Albert is his name, rather "refering to him as from then on". rather medical documents proved it as well and a brief mention in one of the diaries they found. at that time or maybe it's just Chris, transness was really something he couldn't grasp. of course he doesn't think it's on the same level as b.o.w.s,

Wesker goies into a panic attack. now is one of the rare occasions Chris realises he went too far. he may not get exactly what was it, but..Wesker always stood up whenever they tried to mess with his plans.

the feeling is new for Chris as well. until now one of his main motivation was to show his former boss just how capable he is, how his resolve is just as worthy as the older man's. this thing that kept lingering in his mind, even after he saw Wesker die before him. 'what could he be doing right now? maybe he isn't dead. maybe a miracle happened. someone other than them from the s.t.a.r.s. team made it out alive and searched for him, brought him to the hospital.' he could't grasp what this strange attachment he felt could be. he tought of love sometimes. and even more about what his friends reaction would be if he came out gay. he once had a high school romance, although it was kind of unrequited even though they put a label on themselves. the girl kept declining every one of his offers to hang out and he was only good for feeding her ego. in the end while Chris was away in a sports camp she cheated on him and lost her virginity with a guybin a one-night stand. since then he couldn't trust anyone enough to feel love towards them. sure he knew what comradery was and he always was a trustworthy friend but those butterflies upon seeing the other never returned.

but he expected Wesker to always show up somewhere along his fight against bioterrorism. he expected that in some way he always came out losing from these encounters. he looked forward to the next challenge this terrorist would give him, the sheer power of the two against eachother. always trying to beat some sense into the blonde, despite all his previous efforts failing. although he didn't expect their fighr to end anytime. it was impossible, yes, but what would they do then? did one of them have to die for it to end? maybe, he had hope that one day they could see eye to eye.

here they were, sadly, only the literaly sense of it and..the sorrow that he could see on Wesker's face..it broke his heart. was it over? what happens now? he felt just as lost as the man he just destroyed his life's work. in a sense Chris' life was over too. all this time he had been rebelling. at home, in the military, even in s.t.a.r.s. he was known for his thick skull.

he wanted comfort and wanted to give Wesker cimfort too. he didn't want to see this untouchable little god to cry.

he reached down and touched that red and puffy face. all the damage he can take without breaking a sweat and crying is what makes it an unrecognisable mess. he wipes the tears and blood away from his face, stroking it gently. then, as if it comes naturally, without thinking, like he has done this a thousand times before, he leans down and kisses his forehead.

Wesker is exhausted. he lets Chris throw in as many punches as he wants - let the boy have his enrichment. he will have to build another empire from the ground again. at least now he knows what they are doing and it needs a lot less experimentation. maybe some samples of uroboros remained intact..but now that he lets the outside world in, the punches have stopped. sure there is still someone sitting on top of him, but..why did he..? and he feels it. a gentle hand on his face. it's so unfamiliar. noone ever touched him like this. maybe he is hallucinating and Chris had managed to beat his brain into mush. not that it matters. his regeneration abilities can't be outmatched. a kiss? definitely brain damage. what he really feels is his frontal cortex oozing out.

- hey, i'm..i'm sorry. i didn't want us to end up like this. we may have gone too far with blowing your shit up.

is this really happening? his former pointman.. although it sure can be Chris. not realising what he fucked up is just like him.

Wesker puts his hand on Chris' thigh and taps it three times. he pats out just like old times when training with his agents. an ingrained response to this maybe, or Chris is really bad at risk assessment - he could still snap his neck in a heartbeat, still - he gets off and sits beside Wesker. the older man stays on the ground, his hand never leaving the other, holding onto those dirty cargo pants as if they were the only thing in his life he could cling onto. for sanity, a reason to keep going, for a chance to start over. but maybe now he didn't have to do it alone. or didn't even have to do it. terrorists could retire, right?

- you.. are so dumb...cretin. i have an apartment away from here in eastern-europe. wanna retreat, soldier?

#dark fic #tw transphobia #tw violence #chrisker #trans author #trans man written by trans man #alternate ending

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midnghtprentiss · 2 years ago

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paper rings - robin buckley

pairing(s): robin buckley x hopper!fem!reader

summary: you decided to marry your girlfriend with paper rings.

warnings: none, pure fluff and queer rights for my girl robs. english is not my first language.

a/n: i hate this idea while listening to a brazilian song and i tought that i needed to fo this before i cry myself to sleep.

Robin was close to have a stroke, she walked around that room so many times that Steve had to gave her something to calm down.

"Robin." He called her making her look at him with eyes full of tears. "No need to panic, you know she's not gonna run right?"

"What if she gave up, like, right now? I mean she can wal away and nobody will see because she's smart and good convincing people to do what she wants, in a good way, alright? But if we think straight she was the one who said yes when i asked and she plan this whole wedding in a years because she wants to get married in Hawkins in spring because the flowers are prettier and I'm talking like crazy, right?" The woman finally sit down, passing her hand through her hair.

"Robs, she's not running. Dustin check on her, she's relaxed and not crazy like you." He lied because he knew she was about to cry.

"Alright. Thanks, I'm just nervous. Do you believe that woman is about to spend the rest of her life with me? Suddenly forever seems pretty short."

Robin was so terrified of the idea of love someone else. After Vickie broke her heart, she kinda gave up, and then she met you.

It was a winter day and she takes Eddie to the hospital cause he fell and broke his arm. The doctor who attend him was you. She lost her words when saw you hit that conforting smile.

"I'm used to take care of children with this injuries but that's pretty funny." You said doing an examination in Eddie's arm, making him laugh.

"I fell because... taking care of children while they play a game is dangerous."

"So, how long have you two been together?" You ask make them both laugh.

"We're not a couple. Just friends, platonic with a capital P." Robin rush her words looking at you.

"That's good to know." You said preparing the things to help the boy next to you.

After that you two became close friends and when you see were dating, moving together and engaged. Now you're about to seal the deal.

"Ready?" Your dad asks while he watches you. "I never tought i'll be giving you away."

"Dad I'm not going anywhere. I will always be your favorite person in the world." You gave him a tight hug and whisper to him. "I won't tell Joyce and El, promise."

Your dad was the first person besides your sister to know you like girls. He was so chill with that and still the most supportive person in the world. He would do anything to make you and Robin happy, and he made it clear everytime you two visit him and Joyce.

"Need to take you to the altar right now, hm?" He whisper giving you a sweet look before slowly make his way through the garden.

You plan the wedding for the last year. Robin was busy working as a music teacher and you decided to plan in your days off and the quiet shifts in the hospital. Robin was really happy about the choices but didn't want to make the decisions cause "That's a lot to think about" "Robin these are flowers."

The wek before was crazy, you go pick up your dress, see the rest of decorations and make sure everything was in control. Robin in the other hand was calm, she repeat to herself that everything was going to be alright and nothing is going wrong. You loved her even more in that moment, because she was aware that if her do something crazy you were going to lose all your shit.

You hold your dad's arm and breath before the piano version of your song by Elton John stars playing. You walked through the grass with shaking legs and when you finally see her, you stop. Robin was there with a black suit. She looked like a dream. She was crying and heart racing. All for you. Because of you.

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that put down in words.

"Hi" she whispers when you met her.

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

"Hi" you whisper back holding her hand a little bit tighter.

You two don't have to say one word to understand each other but you knew she was nervous and she knew you were happier than ever.

"I met Robin in the craziest day of my life. She was in the hospital with Eddie and the moment I put my eyes on her, I knew that she was my future. I was so nervous that when I get out of that room I breathe again. Robin, my dearest girlfriend, my son, my moon and all of my stars. You are more than you could ever imagine. You are the reason I wake up early every morning to do breakfast cause I love your morning voice. You are the reason I listen to weird bands. You are the reason I choose to be a better woman. I didn't know a lot about love, I mean, I have my father and Joyce for that but I wanted to feel what they feel and now I do. I feel safe, loved, respected, wantend and happy. I want to have everything with you, a big house, a garden wedding, a few cats and maybe a dog, a children, a life. I like shining things but I'd marry you with paper rings all the time. I love you and choose to love you everyday until I die."

Robin was speechless, she was warm and crying like a baby. You are the love of her life and the feeling of being loved by you was more than enough.

"I try to make a speech but I couldn't because my head goes faster than me so I decided to nake it simple. You are a lot and I wondered if I was enough to deserve your love because you love everyone around you, you care for all of us and that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. You push me to be someone, to be more than a person with a ordinary life. Every day with you is better cause you're there. You're there to hold my hand, dry my tears and to listen to me talking nonstop. My future is better because you in it. I love when you're concentrate in your world because every time I watch you doing that, I realized that I want to be in that. I want to be in you bed, in your hard and easy days, in the songs you sing, the notes you write, the plans you made. I can't give you peace, but I can offer you a great life with adventures, laugh and a few other things I shouldn't say out lout. I love you and will keep loving you forever and I promise to fight for us every day."

You gave her a hug, sobbing and smiling at the same time. That woman is the love of your live. She will always be the reason you're happy. She was your wife now, and no one can make you change your mind.

She was yours and your hers. Nothing else matters.

#robin buckley imagine #robin buckley blurb #stranger things #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley #i love robin #stranger things imagine #robin x reader #eddie munson imagines #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine

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c-crow-chatters · 3 years ago

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Music headcannons.

Hi, it's me again.

I was a bit lost in tought when this popped out. So, please enjoy. Also, thank you for all your love on the last post. And I almost forgot, obviously an Modern!AU. Forgive any spelling mistakes again.

What kind of music they listen to?

Has a very flexible music taste. But most of the time, Indie or Pop. One day he's listening to the whole discography of Mitski, the other one is enjoying Lady Gaga.

Probably listens to Olivia Rodrigo a lot.

Dances when he's alone, or enjoys in a calm way melancholic lyrics.

If a movie is catchy enough, you'll see this man searching deeply for it's soundtrack.

Gently sways to jazz while cooking. Loves to hum melodies while taking the pastries from the oven. I think if he had the time to, he would open a cafeteria so he can listen to the songs that are lit in the moment while making desserts or pouring coffee.

His favorite song is probably: It's been a long long time by Harry James.

Oldies, pop-rock, or rock. Sometimes dance or metal. Doesn't mind trying new genres or music that is completely opposite of his usual mix. Often is being influenced by Sypha's choices of music.

No, Trevor, listening to Gorillaz every day doesn't make you that special, but you are to us.

If he's feeling a little blue, he'll listen to Artic Monkeys.

Would like to try and play the bass or guitar, but too lazy to actually go and take classes.

Doesn't like to burst the music out loud unless it's a party, prefers to use earbuds to listen. Sometimes he falls asleep while listening to some track and ends up losing an earbud.

Actually likes to slow-dance on the living room in a quiet evening.

His favorite song is Through the Fire and Flames by Dragonforce, but he keeps denying it.

Pop, dance and electro-swing queen. No matter what song, she'll make a bop out of it. Energetic dances all over. There's also Lo-Fi.

She SLAYS on Just Dance, or any kind of dance game. She very much enjoys them.

Yes, she also likes K-pop, really likes HIP by Mamamoo and knows the whole choreography.

Pretty much sings too. Madonna? bring it on! Britney Spears? of course, The Weeknd? yes.

Mostly songs that are lively, or full of rythm. She knows what songs are lit on the moment, and her playlists are variant. The playlist she made with Trevor is a constant mood swing. She keeps teasing him by how it changed from "Hips Don't Lie" to "Careless Whisper".

Her favorite song is Single ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyoncé.

This man's taste goes from Panic! At the Disco to videogames soundtracks. Alt rock, lullabies, Ambient.

While he does handmade jewelry he loves to listen It's raining somewhere else by Toby Fox.

He actually knows how to play piano basics. And flute lol, jk-.

Plays music on the studio or work, often searches for music for his pets too. He's more into the calm side of music, but sometimes explores other genres.

Alt rock goes from Radiohead to Fall Out Boy.

His favorite song is in between Doubt by Twenty One Pilots and Pompeii by Bastille.

Blues, Jazz, and classical music. He also listens to traditional music.

Definetly drinks tea or coffee while sitting on a big couch, letting Lacrimosa by Ludwig van Beethoven flow in the air.

Quiet, starry nights, watching the city from the balcony of his apartment, soft piano and bass in his phone or a small speaker. Meditates with calm breathing.

Most of the time listens while reading. He doesn't like to use apps, or so, since he has a gramophone and a cassette player; both are very old, but are very well cared of.

He doesn't like to dance, but will sway or rock gently if he's really into an specific song.

Has an alarm clock with The Four Seasons that wakes him every morning. A big Vivaldi fan.

His favorite song is Requiem: II, Dies Irae by Giuseppe Verdi.

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0littlestwolf0 · 4 years ago

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Clever as a fox

Yandere! Stiles Stilinski

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Stalking, overlooked obsessive behavior.

Requested by: Anonymous

You had almost wondered why he was following you.

I mean, for someone else it would’ve been extremely unsettling to see that same sky-blue Jeep everywhere you went, or the same brown eyes glancing at the distance, but it was Stiles, and everything that involved him was weird.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. He probably had an explanation, you thought, maybe he thinks that the newest threat in town is following you, or maybe he thinks you are the newest threat, that made you shiver.

How could you be a threat?

You had been on their side from the beginning, well, your beginning at least, since the first time you discovered you weren’t human it was as if Scott had smelled it immediately, well he literally did, and then came the questions.

What do you want? How long has this been going on? Are you the benefactor?

Soon followed by your newest stalker hitting his best friend on the back of his head “Do you really think she would tell us if she was?” And then you laughed, histerically, it wasn’t even funny, it didn’t even make sense, for fuck’s sake!

But there you were, laughing uncontrollably at the entire weirdness of your actual situation, who would’ve thought that the same girl that had been so worried about failing a class was now equally worried about not getting killed by a werewolf, or the mute, and don’t forget the berserkers!

Stiles, you recognized him from your economy class, was raising a brow at you “I don’t even know who the benefactor is, I’ve been like this-“ you gestured to your newely discovered supernatural self “since last weekend, and no, I can’t control it”

“She’s telling the truth” said the one with a crooked jaw, Scott, you remembered, those two were hard to forget after years getting in trouble with the coach.

And with that Stiles just shook his head, a low, breathed laugh left him “Of course she’d be supernatural” he mumbled ironically, not fully understanding, you tilted your head, and just like that Scott nudged him and with that Stiles’ ears turned pink, he’d said too much, yet too little for you to understand.

After that everything became a rush, you had to be quick to get ready in the mornings for school, make sure to get there on time, be a good student during the day, as soon as the bell rang your priorities shifted and now it was about surviving another day, going with the boys (they usually took you on their little quests before you could ask) or Malia and Lydia to find the big bad and try to keep everyone alive, then you back home and finish your homework.

It was truly tiring.

But also fascinating. You loved this new normal of yours, even if it didn’t leave much time for yourself, but being in the line so constant made you feel alive and you loved it.

Also the friends you’ve made were amazing, each one of them had shown you how ready they were to fight for you and that warmed your heart. Scott always made sure to keep you and everyone else safe, Stiles helped you at all moments, you didn’t even understand how he could be so good to you, somehow he knew your favorite warm drink that he would buy every morning for you before you arrived to the school, then he’d help you with your homework and save you from angry professor glances.

Malia literally had said that she would kill for you, and with that look on her eyes you believed her, Lydia was more quiet about it, but she made sure to keep your social life alive, and if you were in danger she wouldn’t hesitate to help you.

And just like them you were blindly devoted to the pack.

Which brought back the question, why was Stiles following you? Then you decided to make a move, you saw him groan and look everywhere but behind him “Where are you? Where are you?” He’d keep mumbling.

You traced the back of his neck with your index finger trying to scare him and he turned around with a little scream, his eyes widened and you noticed that in all the commotion he had taken a hold of your wrist.

You were at an empty alley, making it even weirder about why would he follow you there. “You scared me!” He whispered/yelled and you giggled, his eyes softened at the sound.

“Care to tell me why you were following me?” You asked and he looked down, his face becoming pink, if you’d known him better you would’ve known that he was always quick with answers, and that didn’t mean they were true “I wanted to give you my notes” it was a quick answer, not a change on his voice.

You tilted your head “But I went to the full day today” you shrugged, believing he might have thought otherwise “Oh! But I tought you could use them for the exam” now he was shrugging, way more confident in his answer than before. You believed the lie, if you’d known him better you would’ve noticed the little details, the way he spoke faster when he was lying than when he said the truth.

It was funny, you realized a bit too late, how he was more confident in his lies than he was in anything true.

But we haven’t reached that point of the story yet.

It became a little better after that, he would still do those little things for you that went a long way plus he would appear in your door every evening to study with you, he’d said you both needed to study because you were all falling behind.

You however didn’t notice the angry looks he’d give everyone other than Scott when they approached you, male or female everyone whose eyes lingered a little too long on you was a rival on his eyes.

For you it was almost like puppy love, you didn’t notice the things he did, and it wasn’t naivety, he is probably the most cunning and cleverest person you knew, clever as a fox you had said once and his whole demeanor changed.

That you didn’t fail to notice, but you tried to shrug it off, he’d tell you when he was ready.

Things would’ve never escalated if everything continued like it had been, him always by your side, you might study different things but he had already planned renting an apartment with you, he’d convince you, and then you’d be with him forever.

But no, Theo Reaken had to come to town and ruin everything he had going on.

The first time he knew he’d hate him was the first day of their senior year, when Theo winked at you, Stiles frowned and thought of a thousand ways to kill that freaking werewolf. But you had held his hand and whispered reassuring things on his ears, that calmed him down, and again it could’ve worked like that.

But the doctors wanted you, so Theo took you while you were asleep, he tied you up and set you on a cell before you woke up, pretending to be another victim there, he was a pathological liar who seemed unwilling to risk his facade, even as the doctors experimented on your blood.

Not seeing you that morning at school started to make his anxiety override, but he breathed and tried to convince himself that maybe you’d gotten a cold, or something, but you weren’t answering his calls either.

He missed first period running to Roscoe and then getting to your house, then the day became a blur on his eyes, your entire house was empty, but your car was still outside, your kitchen clean and the house seemed undisturbed, but as soon as he set foot in your room his stomach dropped.

Your bed was a mess, as if you’d tried sleeping but then woken up in a hurry, your shoes were still on the floor, but it was the window that convinced him that everything was wrong, your window was open.

You heated leaving any door or window open, you were too proud to admit it but you were scared of what could get in or out.

He called Scott and in a matter of minutes he was there, he said that he smelt a second scent in your room but he couldn’t place it, whoever did it was good at hiding their tracks.

They searched for you for a week, when they got a big clue, they knew to go in the sewers, they found the lab but retreated to make a plan (that didn’t include Stiles) and for once he didn’t fight it, because he had his own plan.

He knew it would be dangerous, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back like he was. The idea scared him, but the thought of losing you killed him. So he stole the wooden box.

It would be different this time, he convinced himself. Because this time he wouldn’t fight it.

With a shaky breath he placed it inside his backpack, he’d try getting you back on his own first, and if it didn’t work...

It had to work.

But he didn’t get too far when he started hearing you screaming in pain, his legs began to shake, and his eyes watered as he ran towards the sound, every scream was a knife settling in his heart, and he doubted he’d ever be free of the sound.

And then he saw you, lying there in a metal bed as three very scary figures loomed over you, injecting things in your arms and legs, whatever it was was hurting you. He didn’t have to consider it twice, those figures would kill him if they saw him.

He tried swallow the lump in his throat as he opened the intricate box, the irony of it being him who seeks that power would overwhelm him in any other situation. But the fly didn’t waste time as it flew directly and entered his ear, Stiles groaned, trying to stay quiet as he felt almost as if his brain was being ripped in pieces.

Let me in. I can save her. He heard in his own voice, but he doubted, the Nogitsune had killed Allison-

Your heartbreaking scream followed by sobs made him choose. He let it in.

#yandere stiles stilinski #void stiles #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #yandere #void stiles x reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #roscoe

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kaeyasstarlight · 4 years ago

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Lost Wolf(Kyo Sohma x Depressed and Bullied! Gender Neutral!Reader)

Request:"I was wondering if you can do fruit basket request a Kyo x reader where the reader is depressed and she gets bullied but she also has a similar curse like kyo she the year of wolf the reader family knows about her curse and disowns like they think she a disgrace abuse her and doesn’t want her and she feels so worthless she gets to a point where she feels not good enough and that she completely loses control of herself and her wolf urges and turns into wolf or monster version wolf and kyo he tries to help her snap out of it I hope this makes sense maybe in the end it’s all cuteness fluff

Note : kyo and the reader known each other since childhood and they both like each other but don’t want to admit there feelings

I aslo got inspired by the movie called wolf children I definitely recommend watching it

I hope this is ok if not I can change it

To different request"

A.N: Thank you very much for request! :) The story you imagine is very interesting and I hope you will like what I wrote :) Also you said "she", but I just realized at the moment I'm writing this I just realized I did it gender neutral so I hope it's okay :)

Genre:Angst,Fluff,Comfort

Warnings:Depression,Bullying/Abuse,Crying,Self doubt,Disownment

P.S:I'm only at episode 6 of Fruits Basket so if something is inacurate I'm very sorry TwT

A few years ago:

"Hey! What are you doing alone there?! You're in my way!"

You flinched after you heard him yelling

"Um... I'm sorry... I'll go away..."

Before you go away, the boy takes you carefully by your wrist not to hurt you.

"Hey, I'm sorry for yelling at you... Are you ok?"

Tears start to well up in your eyes.

"It's just that you probaly won't even believe me"

"I also have a story you probably wont't believe so better we just share eachother's story?"

"Well... I can transform into a wolf when someone the opposite gender as me gives me a hug by exemple. My family knows about it and they told me that I'm a disgrace to our family and they will disown me when I'll be 16 years old and I could live by myself."

"Woah. I have the same curse but I can transform as a cat. Except I don't have the same family situation..."

He sees your sad face.

"You know, when you'll be 16 you could go live with me and my brother Yuki"

"For real?"

"Yeah, I don't think he would mind"

You jump in his arms and he started to blush

"Thank you so much,- I'm sorry what is your name?"

"I'm Kyo Sohma" "I'm Y/N L/N"

Since this day you were friends :)

In the present:

Today was the day, your parents disowned you and left you alone. Your best friend Kyo had left you the adress and a key the day before. He had already talked about it with his family and they said it was ok. You hoped that when you would start this new year and high school things would go better for you. In middle school you got bullied, but Kyo helped you to get out of it. He told you that if you were in another situation like this to tell him. You liked him, but you didn't want to tell him and even if he liked you back he probably wouldn't tell you anyways. So, you kept you feelings for yourself.

You arrived at the house and they welcomed you with great pleasure. You also learned that there would be another girl named Tohru that was gonna live with you also. She knew about the curse of you and all the others and promised not to tell anyone. She was very sweet with you and you became friends. It was a new start for you and you hoped that life would be better for you on now on. Even so, the tought of you being useless and a disgrace that your parents told you was still running in your head.

A few days later:

It has been a few days since you started highschool at the same school as Kyo and things weren't in your favor. First, you weren't in the same class as Kyo, Yuki or Tohru, so you had to meet new people and let's just say that a part of them didn't really like you. They started to bully you, calling you names and hurting you. You you hiden the marks and didn't tell Kyo because you didn't want him to get in a fight or be involve in your problems. The mean things that your family told you in the past started to come back more often in your nightmares and in your head. You felt even more useless and felt like your existence was all a mistake. You started to get depressed, sad, useless and just wanted to go away from the world.

A week later:

The bullying wasn't stopping and you had enough. You suddenly changed in your wolf form, but it was a monster version of it and you couldn't control yourself. Good thing you were at the Sohma household, because if the people saw you at school it could have been worse. Everyone in the house heard a big howl. They all went outside to go see and they saw you in complete incontrol of your wolf form. Kyo was worried for you and didn't want you to feel like this. He knew that if you were like this, something very bad happened to you that you snapped.

"Y/N!!!! What happened?! Snap out of this come on!!! I know you're strong! Come on you can do it!"

"I'm useless!!! My existence is a mistake! No one likes me! I tought that changing of school and be with you would change something but it didn't"

At this point, they could see the tears in your eyes.

"The people continue to bully me, to hate me, to hit me, to call names... I don't know what I did! Maybe it's just me existing that is wrong! No one wants me!"

"NO! I WANT YOU! I LOVE YOU Y/N! PLEASE SNAP OUT OF IT AND COME BACK TO YOU!"

You and all the others were all shocked at what Kyo just said. You came back to normal and Shigure brought you clothes. They all looked away while you changed. You were still shocked by the confession that Kyo said and wondered if it was true. The others looked at each other and agreed that they should leave you and Kyo alone to talk.

When you were both left alone there was a silence that took place

"So... Um...", you start

"Did what you said was true? Do you really love me?"

"...Yes...", he's blushing while looking at the ground

You let out a shocked breath and start to blush also.

"I love you too Kyo. You're one of the only persons who cares for me and I should've told you about the bullying and my feelings. I would really like to go out with you if you want."

"I would like too", he told you with a small smile on his face.

You two spent the rest of the evening cuddling while he rubbed your back to comfort you <3

A.N: I hoped this was ok and that it might have helped some people :)

Remember that you are loved and cared for <3

Have a nice day or night and see you soon! :D

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #kyo x reader #kyo sohma x reader #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket scenario #yuki sohma #tohru honda #fruits basket shigure #fruits basket kyo #fruits basket fanfiction #fruits basket yuki #fruits basket tohru #fanfic #anime #shigure sohma #fruits basket anime

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gazedstarfish · 4 years ago

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Red and pink - Koushiro and Mimi fanfiction

So, today I felt like writing fanfiction - a very cheesy fanfiction to be clear, so I’m sorry for the high level of cheesiness you’re about to see. I imagined Mimi going back to New York and not talking to Koushiro that much, which obviously made them lose their minds, and finally coming to terms with what they feel for eachother...which would reflect in a physical change of appearance.

I’m also aware that New York is in different time zone, but I was too sloppy to change the timeline of the story, for which I’m also sorry.

I also imagined that them telling each other for the first time they might be in love would also be a little bit sloppy.

When a person falls in love, hopelessly and truly, they change. Sometimes physically, other times in behavior, and in special cases, something inside of them cracks. At least that’s what Koushiro’s mother said to him that night at the kitchen table over omaraisu, a gentle smile plastered over her face at the tought of her son finally falling in love.

The tought of it for Koushiro was serene, but also terryifing, like swimming out from the bottom of the ocean, finally taking a deep breath but not being at the coast, dry, warm and safe. Even if he’s floating across the water, he could still drown. Something inside of them cracks, and that something was realizing this could not end with him holding her in his arms. Even if the bold idea made him blush, he was always sure Mimi would fit in his embrace perfectly. As much as the idea filled him with warmth and softness, but he didn’t allow his mind to pass that tought very often. It hurt him to know all the walls he has carefully and slowly built around him would stumble and fall for her.

Hell, he would grab the hammer himself and smashed them to pieces.

If smashing his walls would make him bleed out beneath the broken pieces, or breaking him free from the sleepless nights and small aches, Koushiro was willing to give himself in. On one of the countless sleepless nights, he slowly got up from his bed, feeling the anxiety rising up from his stomach as he made his way to his computer. The screen light has blinded him, sending an silent warning if the boy is certain he wants to continue with his actions. He wasn’t, but something cracked, and his fingers were moving across the keyboard more swiftly and preciselly than ever before.

It was a secret well hidden, and perhaps if it made it’s way to the surface, it would be a shocking surprise for all the girls who spent their time whispering to each other in the corner of the hallways, sharing their newest assumptions and affronts about Mimi, the most popular being about dullness, priggishness, and obsession with her beauty. The fact that Mimi hated her long, brown hair wouldn’t quite fit in their carefully constructed describtion of her persona. It was not the color, the lenght of the quality she disliked, but the way it was treated and viewed by other people, and particullaly her mother, this gorgeous, elegant figures in the eyes of the oblvious by-standers.

Mimi would never deny she loved her mother, but she wished, that just for a mere moment, her mom would actually be her mom, and not a mentor available for two hours every day, ready to toss suggestions every time she exhaled. Almost every of the countless sleepless nights, Mimi would feel guilty and privileged for not liking the way her mother cared about her apperance, for seeing her as too perfect and imperfect at the same. But it hurt her and left her screaming and desperate for a chance to finally be her, to make something on her body hers. Her perfect, not perfect according to her mother. Lately, she missed being herself and breathing freely.

She missed the light red-haired boy that made her feel this ways, the softness in his eyes and voice telling her he spends time with her, because he likes her. One of the cons of not being to sleep at night was replaying that moment in her head, and feeling her heart sinking from the bliss to the low point, because of course he hasn’t meant it that way. Mimi was always the most frustrated at herself at this part, because the time overthinking could be spent sleeping. And maybe, if her dreams were generous enough, they would make her dream about him, sitting together in his office, world forgotten, talking, laughing and bickering.

The one and only pro of not being to able to sleep at night was being able to reach for her phone in annoyance, light up in the darkness of her room, informing her about a new income email.

The sun crawled throught the curtains early that morning, illuminating the soft, pastel pink colored hair between her fingers. The sight was enough to make Mimi cry.

In a different part of the world, a vibrat red color of Koushiro’s hair made his mother hug him, knowing her son’s heart is and will be safe and sound.

Mimi,

I can’t sleep, because I like you, and I won’t sleep until the time I’ll be finally able to hug you.

I like you.

I like you so much.

I miss you.

Tell me if you hate me for letting you know through mail.

Koushiro (waiting for response)

Koushiro,

I really want to sleep right now so I could call you first thing in the morning. Please, go to sleep.

I miss you.

I like you for telling me throught mail, because that’s so you.

Please stop blushing.

Mimi

#Koushiro Izumi #Mimi tachikawa #koushiro x mimi #koumi #koumi fanfiction #digimon #digimon fanfiction #izzy x mimi

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sword-brainrot · 3 years ago

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Oh, um! May I request a matchup? I know these can be draining to do so feel free to skip me if you want!!

So, um hi! Im a 19 yo translation student! Everyone uses she/her when talking to me, but you can use whatever you like, I dont mind pronouns! Im really shy and kinda anxious when talking to people, but I'm completely see-through ;; cant tell a lie to save my life haha Im super curious abt practically anything and I love to learn new things! When I have to get work done, I make sure it looks shiny and perfect! (even tough I procastinate on it until there's almost no time left,,,,) I prefer indoors because loud sounds make me somewhat panicky??;;;; and in my free time I play games, learn useless stuff and sleep... y'know, the usual ^^;

As for what I'd like in a parter.... I want someone who cares about me ;; I know it may be a bit too much but I guess I can dream right? :') As for myself,,,, idk id be a completely mess ;; Im good at listening I think! but when it comes to affection Im at a loss and I just get embarrassed,,,, I blush at everything and when Im put in a spot I try to laugh it off ;;

Um, also... Im sure you already noticed but I have some self issues so you may want to take this into consideration???? maybe???? Im sorry I had to bring this up;;; i tought it could help you get a better picture of myself haha???? uuu;; (um also i apologize for this huge wall of text, i know its all over the place.... dont know how to organize it;;;;)

Oh, and I don't care about sword types nor I have a preference! I love all the slashy boys equally ♡

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it 💖💖

Oh I would never skip your request! If I ever get drained, I would take a small break. I wanna do your requests dear! Feel free to request as much as you want, I have a blast whenever I can write and make someone smile because of it. Don't worry about bothering me or anything, seeing requests always makes me smile and excited to write 💖🌺

I Match You With...

🌸 Ishikirimaru 🌸

♡ Ishikirimaru is a very calm and friendly guy, he would understand very well how scary social interaction can be for some people. He would never push you too far and make sure he knows your limits. He would offer you to have tea with him or help him clean just so you both can bond together and let you know what he does want to be around you. He doesn't mind if you don't talk much because you are shy! Ishikirimaru doesn't talk too much in general but doesn't mind starting the conversation and having a short discussion about things that may interest you or your thoughts on things.

♡ Don't worry about ever making him angry or annoyed, it is very hard to do that. He is very easy going and cares a lot about other people. The only way he would ever get actually angry at you is if you say something insensitive about how people's lives in war don't matter or something along those lines. He was a sword kept in a temple that often got prayed to for healing the warriors who came back from battle with deadly wounds. That is the only thing that would actually get under his skin. He cares a lot about the people around him and even the people he doesn't know, he prays for all of their well beings. Even yours. He cares about you a lot as well and will tell you often that you matter to everyone. He is aware that you would never say something to upset him on purpose. As long as the two of you talk it out and apologize to each other, he will forget it even happened. He wouldn't let one slip of the tongue to ruin the relationship.

♡ He tries hard to make sure he never upsets anyone and thinks over his words carefully, but even he makes mistakes and words don't come out how they planned. He will make the most effort to apologize and make sure his words didn't hurt you badly. If they did, he would spend hours on end talking it out and making sure you know that he would never mean anything that would hurt you. He cares about you a lot and your smile is his favorite.

♡ Ishikirimaru might be a little pushy when you talk badly about yourself. He loves everything about you and it hurts him when you think you are lesser than everyone. He will often try to stop you before you go too far with talking down upon yourself and give you plenty of compliments, even if they embarrass you. He wants you to know that you are deserving of love and that you are much better than you give yourself credit for. You have your own talents and people cherish you for being you. They want you in their life because you are you.

♡ "Aruji, I haven't been human long but I understand that being human is a complicated task. The mind can be a cruel one and the deadliest thing to our souls. My words may not mean much but please trust me when I say that you like you for you. You will see things you do not like about yourself because you are stuck with yourself constantly so you will pick up things that others will not. We are all hard on ourselves. Life is even worse on us. So take a deep breath and let yourself receive a little kindness. You deserve it. You give out so much to everyone so you need to know that it is okay to love things about yourself and be proud of who you are. You will make mistakes and not everyone will be your friend but that is okay, because you are human and you have your own life. Surround yourself with people that will love and appreciate you for who you are now. I love and appreciate you for who you are, aruji. So.. Don't be so hard on yourself, alright? It hurts my fragile heart when I see you beat yourself up for small mistakes. It's okay to stumble at times, just get up again... okay? I'll lend you my hand as well."

♡ As you can tell, Ishikirimaru is a very good listener. His whole life as a sword was to listen to those of the pained and give guidance. Even if he couldn't exactly do that in his sword form, he can do that now! He will listen to everything you have to say. Don't be shy to ramble to him. He will give you a happy smile as he listens. Tell him about the things that make you happy, what make you angry, what makes you laugh, and what makes you sad. Ishikirimaru will be right by your side, offering tea and a shoulder if you need it. You aren't alone and he will make sure you know that you don't have to face these thoughts alone.

♡ Just as how you are see through and can't lie, Ishikirimaru has a similar issue. He has a very hard time ever lying and chooses to never lie. The only time he will lie is if it is to protect others. He will often put himself in the painful position in missions so others don't have to face the hardship. He tries to not do it often because he knows that people care about him and he doesn't have to face things alone, but he would rather not see anyone sad if he can help it!

♡ He finds your embarrassed face the cutest thing in the world. Don't be scared to tell him to stop if the compliments become too much for you to handle! He will laugh it off and apologize for going too far with his comments. As stated above, he doesn't lie. So just know that every compliment he gives you is a very sincere comment that he means with his whole heart. Ishikirimaru doesn't need much affection, as long as you show that you simply care about him, he is happy. He would like to hold your hand from time to time but otherwise, he wouldn't force you to do anything you don't wish to do. Go at your own pace in the relationship, he won't rush you!

♡ Ishikirimaru will tell you anything you wish to learn! He might not have a library of knowledge of the past due to being stuck in a shrine for most of his life but he had also studied and learned about the history he came from. If you take an interest in his prayers and religion, he would gladly tell you all the tales he is aware of and teach you the cleansing sermon he often does to give positive spiritual energy. It is something that brings him peace of mind and makes him happy to talk about, so if you are willing to learn about what makes him who he is today and what makes him happy, he would be overjoyed to share all his knowledge to you.

♡ He understands very well the appeal of getting work done to the best of your ability and making it look the best you can. He wouldn't label himself a perfectionist but he does want to do the best he can. Often with cleaning. You will often see him stuck in a room all day because he wants to make sure it is spotless before he comes out and continues work else where. Though... by the time he is done... It is dinner time. Perhaps the two of you could work together and get work done to the point you are both happy with it.

♡ Ishikirimaru is also someone who happens to stay inside for the most part. The only time he goes outside would be to enjoy tea in the sun or if he has to work the field/horse keeping. Ishikirimaru is a very soft spoken and gentle man so you don't have to worry about him every raising his voice and scaring you. If there is ever a loud noise, whether it is other swords or a storm outside, he will gently hold your hand and try to calm you down. He will assure you that it's okay to not like loud noises but he will make sure that nothing hurts you. He will even try to lead you away to somewhere that may be a little more quiet. Giving you a distraction to get your mind off the noise. He wants nothing more than you to feel comfortable and safe.

♡ Depending on the game, he may want to play with you! He tends to like card games even though he is very easy to read and often loses. He tends to laugh about it after when he realizes that he was accidentally showing his hand every time he set down his cards to get a sip of tea. If it's video games, he would prefer to just watch you play and talk to you while you enjoy the game. He isn't the biggest fan but still enjoys to watch! Ishikirimaru is a pretty good teacher! So if you wish to study with him, he would be flattered that you wished to study with him out of everyone. He is very understanding that some material is hard to memorize out of no where. He would just softly correct you and tell you to work on it a little more. He rewards you with sweets every time you do really well on any test he gives you to test how much you remember.

♡ Ishikirimaru would be the most understanding and gentle partner. He wants nothing more than you being comfortable and happy. He would work hard on you slowly forgiving yourself when you make a mistake and love yourself a little more. He would never give up on you and be there if you ever needed.

#Matchups #Touken Ranbu #Touken Danshi #Tourabu #Touken Ranbu Headcanons #Touken Ranbu Imagines #Touken Ranbu x Reader #TKRB #TKRB Headcanons #TKRB Imagines #TKRB x Reader #Ishikirimaru #Ishikirimaru x Reader

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twilight-hogwarts · 4 years ago

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Friends at last

AN: We all know James and Lily got together on their 7th year but I feel like they would have became friends before that and in my head James would have mature a lot during the summer before their 6th year when Sirius went to live with the Potters because that was when the reality of the imminent war against Voldemort finally hit him hard. So here is how I think Lily and James finally became friends. (I might continue this.)

Lily`s 6th year at Hogwarts have been quite different from the last five. She used to spend a lot of her free time in the library or on the grounds with Severus but now that she wasn’t friends with him anymore she started to hang out in the Gryffindor common room and was constantly with her house friends. She was always been especially close to Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes, but now she was also spending more time with Alice Westenberg and Mary Longbottom too. Lily was always fond of the two others girls who shared their dorm and was happy to have became closer to them.

The only down side to it was that spending more time with them in common room meant to spend more time with the boys from Gryffindor`s 6th year. After all they were all good friend. Marlene and Dorcas seem to always hang out with the four pranksters. But Lily soon found out that being around them wasn’t as bad as she tought.

She never minded being around Remus, she has always considered him a friend and the most mature one in the group. Since they both became prefects, the year before, they grown even closer and were now really good friends. So she was glad to spend more time with him and at first she thought that whenever the boys were around she`d just talk to Remus and ignored the rest of them, but soon she realize that would not be possible and that it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

She also never minded Peter much, he was a shy boy that laughed and admired everything the others boys did, he had always been nice to her, and very soon she found herself helping Peter with his charms homework and actually laughing with him about something Sirius had said.

What really surprised when she started liking Sirius. At first she really tried to keep a safe distance but since she was spending more time with Remus that automatically meant more time around Sirius, who she always tought that he was James` shadow when in fact he never seemed to live Remus by himself.

For her, James and Sirius has always been worse than the other two, she knew they were the minds behind the pranks and the adventures of rule breaking. She also hated the fact that they were excellent students, even tho they were constantly disturbing classes with their funny remarks and pratical jokes, somehow everyone seemed admired them, even the teachers loved them, no matter how many detentions they got, James and Sirius had the entire school at their feet. But soon she realized they weren’t that bad. She didn’t know if it was because she never spent that much time around them or if something had changed but she found herself laughing at their jokes and not minding at all being around them. Lily did not loved Sirius and James as much as the rest of the school, but now she finally understood what their appeal was and why such nice boys like Remus and Peter were friends with them.

She came to that realization on a late Wednesday night in the end of September, all the sixth years were siting close together in the common room doing their large amount of homework in silence, when Remus suddenly closed his heavy book of Advanced Transfiguration and said “I give up” under his breath, Sirius immediately started saying it was the end of the times in a loud voice like he was a minister on a Sunday service, James followed suit and got on his knees screaming “hallelujah”, soon everyone was laughing, even a couple of seventh years who were sitting in the other end of the room. But instead of continuing the joke like Lily thought he would, James stood up to sit beside Remus to help him out with his late essay for Mcgonagall, since he had lost a couple of important classes that week because he was “sick”.

That was something that Lily started noticing: the way Sirius, James and Peter treated Remus, and it made her change the way she saw the boys. She knew about Remus secret, she knew why he was always getting sick, missing classes sometimes and almost sleep walking for a couple of days after a full moon. She had never openly talked about it with him but she had a hunch that he knew she knew since she was constantly covering for him on prefects duties. She had notice in the pasts years how the boys would visit him in the hospital wing and get his homework for him but she never really notice how very protective they were of Remus, how whenever he was looking a bit miserable they would find a way to make him laugh, how Sirius and Peter was always handing him chocolate and how he seemed to accept it without even noticing. How Sirius, just the day before, when Remus came back from the hospital wing, let him fall asleep on his shoulder, and how James, sitting on the other side of the sleeping boy, took his hand to Remus’ forehead to measure his temperature and took of his robe to cover his sleeping friend with it. In all fairness she had also seen them piling up objects on top of a sleeping Remus a couple of time, but they seem to had a understanding on when not to do it.

Lily started noticing little things like that as if to justify to herself why she didn’t mind being around them anymore. So she notice the little things, she notice when James during the first week of term helped a group of first years to find their way to class (although Lily only payed attention in case James was giving them a wrong direction as a joke), she saw when James stopped two second years from dueling in the middle of the entrance hall, she saw when Severus called Remus a bad name and was surprised to see James telling them to ignore him only to see Sirius losing his patience and hexing Snape and finally she notice how James hasn’t ask her out once that year. He had of course flirted with her, but after seeing him winking and saying “thank you, gorgeous” to Alice as she passed him the mashed potatoes and later in class seeing him blowing a kiss at Mcgonagall after she congratulated him on his perfect transfiguration of a rock into a pillow, she realized that was how he talked with every women. Actually flirting with Mcgonagall seemed to be a inner competition between him and Sirius, although Black had more practice since he always flirted with all the other teachers trying to come out of detentions (something that, according to James, made him lost point with Mcgonagall for cheating on her). So after a few weeks Lily started to relax around them just enough to stop hating him and Sirius, and eve laugh a bit of their jokes.

In mid October Lily finally gave in and fully admitted to herself that she actually liked Sirius. They started talking a lot about muggle music, after he saw her with a t-shirt from a band he liked, then they started talking muggle books, movies and Lily was very surprised to see that he knew so much about the muggle world. Eventually their conversations grew into more deep meaningful stuff. They would talk about politics, Voldemort and the imminent war, James and Remus were also very passionate and opinionated about that and had similar views to Lily’s (she also notice they were not afraid to say Voldermort`s name), but Sirius was by far the most opinionated about the subject and seemed ready to fight anyone who said anything remotely unpleasant about muggle borns.

After some time they started talking about families and shared their complicated relationship with their siblings, Lily was a bit surprised to found out that Sirius had left his parents house, and was know living with the Potters, because of his family sympathy toward Voldemort. She knew Sirius was quite different from the rest of his pure blood family but never imagined he would go to such lengths. That made her admire him a bit and she was now happy to call Sirius Black her friend.

James was the last one she warm up to. She would talk to him, laugh of a few of his jokes and he had even helped her with a particular hard transfiguration homework but she would still keep some distance in a way to guarantee that he wouldn’t ask her out. Finally in the end of November, on a full moon, something happened that made it impossible for them not to be friends. Lily was laying in the sofa close to the fire reading a novel all by herself very late at night, almost early morning, on a Friday when the Fat Lady portrait opened up and James being support by Peter stumbled over the hole with his left arm bleeding and his shirt cut open from his shoulder blades to the wrist. Lily stood up immediately and asked:

“Oh my God!! What happened??”

The two boys did not notice she was there and were surprised to see someone awake in the communal room at that time of night.

“Err” Peter looked at James who lost the little bit of color he still had on his face.

“Sleepwalking” said James “I was sleep walking and Peter came to recue me.”

“Exactly” confirmed Peter “woke up for a bit of water and saw James crossing the grounds thru my window so-” but he looked at James and the face his friend was giving him made him stop talking.

“What happens to you arm?” Asked Lily

“I got hurt.”

“I can see that.” She said rising her eyebrows. “How?”

James seemed to be having a hard time finding the right words. So he surprised himself when he told her the truth.

“The Whomping Willow. Got to close to it and never saw it coming.”

“You should go to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey will sort you out in a second” the girl suggested.

“No” the two boys said together a bit to fast.

“I can’t.” said Potter “I don’t want to lose anymore point or get another detention. Please don`t give us in. It’s just a small cut I’ll sort it out myself.” He looked at her with pleasing eyes.

“Have you looked at your arm? It looks pretty bad. You need more than a band aid.” She said still debating with she should insist on taking him to the hospital wing.

“I’ll be fine. Just don’t say anything. Please, Evans?”

“I won’t. I promise.” Lily wasn’t sure why she agreed to that so fast and suddenly remembered what day of the month it was and regretted making that promise. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to Madam Pomfrey? You don’t want that getting infected.”

“I’ll be fine.” Said James and they started walking towards the stairs to their dorm but Lily suddenly moved to get in the way.

“Wait a second. I have something that might help. Sit down and wait here.” she ran up stairs to get her medicinal potions kit thinking it was a really great idea to do the extra medicinal potions class with Madam Pomfrey like Professor Slughorn had suggested. When she came down James was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and Peter beside him looking at his bleeding arm. She sat in front of them on the coffee table.

“Let me had a look. I’m no healer but I happen to know how to bread Madam Pomfrey healing potion. It will help with the pain, it will heal faster and avoid an infection. That’s the best I can do.” She said while examining his arm.

James looked at her like she had grow a second head. He had been avoiding being a prick with Lily like Remus told him and they have been spending time around each other without her wanting to hex his head off, but they were not exactly friends. Actually, James didn’t said anything to anyone but now he was a bit frustrated that Lily seemed to became good friends with everyone but him. So he was a bit surprised that she was so promptly to help him.

“But, with you want me to help we have to find a empty classroom.” she continued pretending not to notice his shock.

Lily and Peter helped him up and the three of them reached a classroom in the end of the hallway, Lily made him sit down on a table and started sorting out the ingredients.

“You can go back to bed Peter.” said James. “Let Remus and Sirius know where I am in case they wake up.” he gave a meaningful look to his friend.

“Yeah. I’ll let them know.”And slowly backed away to the door.

Lily ignored that and continued to prepare the potion without looking at their direction. She knew Remus was not sleeping in the Gryffindor tower tonight.

After Peter closed the door James looked intensely to Lily observing the girl work her way thru the potion. They kept silence for a while, but after some time Lily found his staring a bit too distracting and she finally asked “Lost something, Potter?”

“Sorry.” James looked down with a tiny smile. “I’m just trying to understand why are you helping me.”

She gave him a half smile. “You rather I let you bleed to death? That can be arranged.” She looked at him and without waiting for an answer she said. “Excuse me, I have to clean you wound and I’ll need cut shirt to clean the wound.”

“Oh right. Let me just...” James moved on the table he was sitting and cringing he slowly removed his shirt trying not to touch or move his left arm that much. “I think it’s just better to take it off because I think it got a bit of my neck too.”

He moved to show his back to Lily and she saw there were three gashes, one that went from the base of the back of his neck to the tip of his shoulder, the other close to his elbow and a very deep one on his forearm. For Lily despair she noticed that they looked like animal scratches.

“James” Lily took a deep breath “are you sure this was made by the tree right? That wasn’t an animal or anything like that?”

“What? No, no, it wasn’t an animal.”

“Because if it was an animal you have to tell me. Because with we use the wrong potion it will be worse.” Lily looked right into James eyes trying to pass him the seriousness of the situation.

“I promise you, Evans, it was not an animal.” He looked back at her eyes trying to show her that he was telling the truth. He tought he had memorized every detail of Lily`s face by that point but by looking into her eyes he noticed how intensely green her eyes were.

“Okay.” She turned her attention to the wounds and his arm.

They didn’t say anything for some time. But Lily’s curiosity took the best of her.

“Where were you tonight?” She asked.

“I.. hmm I was sleeping walking… like a said. Woke up with that freaking tree throwing me to the ground.” But she noticed how when he said that he looked down to his lap.

“Fine. You don’t need to tell me the truth. But if you were putting yourself in danger by trying to be a good friend please don’t do that again.”

He looked up at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds and Lily wanting to make sure he was receiving the message completed said: “Imagine how Remus would few if he hurt you.” With that James confirmed his suspicions: Lily knew about Remus.

“You know.” he said, it was not a question.

“I know.” Lily confirmed

“How? When? Does he know you know?”

“We never openly talked about it but I think he knows I know.”

“How? Since When?” Repeated James.

“I had my suspicions since our third year. But I was only sure about it last year when I could no longer ignore the facts.”

“Snape told you?”

“What? No! Severus knows? How?”

“He saw it, long story, but Dumbledore made him promise not to tell anyone.” James said.

“He never said anything to me. That was one of the reasons I never gave my suspicions a second tought, didn’t want to feed Sev’s obsession. But after spending so much time together during prefects duties it was impossible to ignore so I figured I was right and started covering up for him.” Lily explained.

“You don`t mind?” Lily looked confused so he continued “that he’s a...”

“No” Lily cut him off, sounding a bit offended “I like people for their character not for their blood status.”

“I didn’t mean... of course not. I just... I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that” James looked down a bit ashamed for being so surprise that Lily would be okay with it.

“It’s okay. It’s just... I always liked Remus, he has always been a friend and I’m a muggle born so I don’t really understand where wizards prejudice against werewolves comes from. It’s not like anyone would choose that.” She started to clean his wound. “Let me clean that while we wait for the potion to chill.” She finished cleaning his arm in silence put the dirty cottons aside, turned on her back to lean into the table James was sitting. “So how long have you know?” James hesitated, Lily felt like she had cross over some line but wasn’t sure how. “Sorry you don’t need to answer that.”

“It’s not that.” James said. “It’s just weird to talk about it with anyone outside our bubble.”

“I get it you don’t need to say anything. Look I think the potion it’s fine now, it won’t burn your arm.” Lily said putting her finger on the caldron and started applying the potion on his injured arm, making him flinch a bit.

“We’ve known since our first year. It’s impossible not to notice certain things when you share a dorm. Remus was so relieved when we told him we knew and did not care about it.” He took a deep breath and continued. “We just want to make things easier for him. We are not putting ourselves in danger. We just like to be there when it’s over, give him company until Madam Pomfrey comes to collect him.” He finished and actually felt relieved to have told her the truth. Lily was looking at him like she had never seen his face before. He misunderstood the look. “Please, Evans, don’t tell anyone that. I promise we are not in danger. We just want Remus to see some familiar faces when all is over. Please, Lily, don’t tell anyone.” The despair on the boy face was such that Lily, who had a lot of questions about the logistics of the whole thing nodded and said “Don’t worry. I won’t say a thing. Like I said, I like Remus.” She said with the last part with a smile. “Just promise me the worst that can happen is being attacked by the Whomping Willow”

“I promise” James said but Lily notice he looked down to his lap when he said that.

They sat quiet for a moment, Lily applying the potion carefully on his arm, then James remembered something. “I haven`t thank you.” He said. “Oh… don`t worry about that-“ Lily tried to say but James cut her off. “Thank you, Evans. Truly, I appreciate it more than you know.” He finish and noticed she had gone a lovely shade of pink.

He also figured that, since her was alone with her and that did not happen very often, it was the perfect moment to do something Remus told him to do weeks ago. “Also, I believe I owe you an apologize.” James said making Lily look quite confused.

“What for? May I ask?”

“Well, mainly for being a prick to you. It has been brought to my attention that the way I handled my crush on you wasn`t the most chivalries.” He said with an ironic smile. “In my defense I was stupid and was trying to make you notice me in any way I could. Anyway… I am sorry and I won`t treat like that again.” Lily had stopped working on his arm and was looking at him like he had grown a second head. “What is it? What`s wrong?”He asked when he saw the look on her face.

“Nothing. I… just… Well, I`m impressed.” She said and with a smile on her face she continued. “I mean, James Potter apologizing… Wow… That`s not something you see very often.” Lily gave a small chuckle.

“Oh shut up, Evans.” He said smiling and chuckled along with her.

“No, but seriously, why are you apologizing? What...” She stopped talking not knowing how to ask that in a nice way.

“What made me grow out of my big head?” He continued her question for her, smiling. “Well, mostly, Remus. But I`m not really sure what made me finally listen to him.”

“Remind me of thanking him sometime.” Lily said. “Jokes aside, I noticed you matured a lot since last term, and I don`t mean just the whole harassing me thing.”

“Harassing is a really strong word…” James said timidly.

“You know what I mean. Anyway, you haven`t been bullying anyone just for fun anymore and I swear I saw you telling off a couple of first years for trying dueling each other. In all I`m just really glad that I can be around you without wanting to hex your head off.” She finished.

“I`m very glad about that too.” James said smiling. “And I really am sorry for the harassing thing.”

“No worries, Potter.” Said Lily while wrapping his arm on bandages.

“So… Friends?” He asked with a shy crooked smile.

“Friends.” She confirmed, finishing wrapping his arm and standing a hand to shake his.

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years ago

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Farewell Revenge - pt.3

A/N: I have a great idea for this serie to turn out.

Your fist flew across his cheek and caused his whole body to hit the floor.

It shook his whole existance as he tried to get up from the floor. His hands pushed him up but it was his core muscles that were too numb to make him lift himself up. He felt tingles everywhere. His toes slipped and he fell back on his face.

“Bloody hell.” he cursed under his breath and could feel the iron on his tongue as the inside of his mouth started to bleed. His tooth was hanging by the nerve, agony causing his head to spin as he touched it with his tongue.

Healthy tooth, healthy nerve, abbhorent pain from the pulp of his tooth to the back of his head.

He knew you had a temper. He knew you would yell, shout and insult him. He knew you would seethe and snarl but what he didn’t know about you that you would preger a hand instead of a wand. More than that, he didn’t expect you to be a fighter.

Before he could look up, your lips were at the edge of his earlobes. He could feel the warmth radiating from them and then... then came the seethe. “Keep testing me, Black and a chipped tooth won’t be the only thing you’ll get.”

He looked over his shoulder, blue fire burning resentment. It was a glare, a stare piercing acrimony throught your soul. Though his eyes were giving you a death penalty, his strenght was still numb from the pain.

You were gone. You were gone and he was on the floor where the rest of the students were gaping at the Gryffindor whose ego was chipped away, just as his tooth.

He felt someone’s hands lift him up on his feet. He knew who it was. Who else but his best friend?

He leaned on him, as he always seemed to do as James held him up, as he always seemed to do. Remus was standing beside Peter, not really understanding what had happened, despite his fast thinking. And just like Remus, Peter couldn’t do anything but stare as well.

Sirius didn’t speak a word but when he could feel gaining his strength back, he walked on his own.

James didn’t look at him any differently. He knew that this was not only Sirius’ being beated by a girl. This was Sirius, the brave, cocky Gryffindor being beaten by a Ravenclaw. It was the house pride that made Sirius not speak a single word until he came into his room, grabbing an ice pack his way there and pressing it on his cheek.

If the professors found out, there wouldn’t be just house points that would be taken away. There would be expulsion because Hogwarts does not tolerate violance and after he said to you, provoking you, taunting you... the least thing he expected was a punch straight in the jaw.

But why a punch? Why hand? Why not a wand?

You came from a respectful foreign family. Wealthy, traditional...just like him.

Or at least that was what he heard from other people... or was that what you told other people about.

A Ravenclaw...

The wheels in his head started to spin faster and faster. The tooth inside his mouth hanging from his nerve and stabbing the left shadow in his head.

“That’s enough.” He stood up, feeling a twirl of the room as he did. He grabbed a flossing string, wrapped it around a doorknob and the other around his tooth which caused him scowling like Remus on a full moon.

James stood by the door, holding the doorknob and trying to supress the excitment in his hidden smile. “Ready?”

Sirius could see the smile emerge into a beam. He smiled at his best friend and nodded. “I know you can’t wait for it, you twat. Just do-”

James slammed the door and the tooth flew out, causing the whole room to spin into other dimensions and shapes until darkness fell upon him and he slammed face down on the floor.

For Sirius it was only a second before he opened his eyes and all of his friends were above him, James laughing with Peter meanwhile Remus tried to ignore the laughter in his throat. He wanted to come out as a worriesome, caring kid, just as he always did but it was only when Sirius opened his eyes that the laughter finally escaped his throat.

“Aw, Merlin.” Sirius pressed his palm on the side of his head. “How long was I out?”

“Like a minute or so.” Remus said, helping him to sit up.

“Thought I dropped dead for a second there.” Sirius continued to rub the side of his head, his eyes in a terrible ache.

“Sirius Black, cause of death: toothache.” Remus chuckled.

Sirius couldn’t laugh though. As much as he would there was something still stuck in his head. No, not something. Someone.

“How much do we really know about (y/n)(y/l/n)?” he asked out of the blue, causing the other three to stop their laughter and stare at him.

“What?”

Sirius rubbed his pams over his eyes and tried opening them, seeing only black spots until the vision cleared. “I mean...” he blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. “How much do we know that she is actually from a wealthy, traditional, respectful foreign pureblood wizarding family? What if she’s just a Muggleborn?”

“I mean... everybody knows her family.”

“Do we? All we heard was what she told other people.” Sirius continued and Remus wanted to object but those brain of his were quick to interfere and contemplate Sirius’ words.

“Why are you so suddenly interested in her?” James started to tease. “Do I smell plotting?” he rubbed his hands together as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No but she knows. She knows about us and about Remus- I don’t know how but she knows. She has the upper hand on us.”

“But she hasn’t told anybody.” James countered.

“Yet.” Sirius added. “We can’t prank her, she’s too smart for that and she knows far too much about us. I can’t just let her humiliate me in front of everybody and make them think I’m going to be degraded by a Ravenclaw. I’m degraded enough as it is. A blood-traitor, being disowned by my cursed family. I can’t handle more humiliation as well but if I know one thing about her. One dirty little secret, I can make all of that go away.” Sirius was hopeful in his eyes, begging their friends to help him.

He knew how he sounded. He sounded pitiful and pathethic but he wanted to prove that he wasn’t. He wasn’t a shoe being tossed around, especially by a Ravenclaw like you. He just wasn’t. He was so much more than you made him be today.

And he wasn’t one of those boys to hit a woman. He couldn’t do that. Not after what his father did to his mother, no matter how much she treated him and Regulus, he still knew that women shouldn’t be hit.

But he wanted to hit you. Not physically. He wanted to hurt you like you hurt him today. He wanted to show you how it feels, hurting somebody’s pride. Degrading, humiliating, embarrasing them... making them show everybody in their weakest form.

That’s what he wanted to do.

He wanted to kill your pride and ego as you did to him.

“She’s a Muggleborn.” it was more of a statement than a theory.

“And she doesn’t want anybody to know.” Remus interfered, analyzing every detail in his head.

James let out a scoff, throwing his head back and hoping this was all just a joke. “You can’t be ser-”

“Think about it, Prongs.” Sirius cut in. “She used a hand. She didn’t press her wand on my throat or threaten me- let alone hide away like usual wealthy pureblood spoiled rats do. You come from a pure blood line of family, Prongs. Would you use your hand, growing up in a wizarding family?”

“Or maybe you just pissed her-”

“Would you?” Sirius persisted. “I wouldn’t, knowing all the spells and hexes I was thought as a kid, observing them on my parents. And the way she spoke to me about her family-”

“She’d be more accepted by the Slytherins and the Ravenclaws since they have the highest percentage of purebloods than Hufflepuff and Gryffindors. Like Sirius said, she’s too smart. She knew excatly in her first year that if she said she was from a Muggleborn family, that she’d be degraded and embarrased, looked down on but if she said she came from a foreign pureblood family nobody has heard of, she’d be accepted easily.” Remus interfered, his wheels spinning.

“Even if her family isn’t pureblood, we don’t have any proof and it’s not our place. You know how I feel about this pureblood mania, Pads.” James continued to look at his friends.

“I don’t either but she knows about us, Prongs. She thinks she has the upper hand on us by knowing. It’s excatly what makes her a bloody Ravenclaw. But if she knew about us knowing about her, we’d be the one who had the upper hand. “

“It’s not fair.”

“It is.” Remus snapped. “I don’t want anybody to know about me, Prongs. I could lose everything if she told. I could lose EVERYTHING.” he now shared the same look as Sirius. “It is fair if we can have just as much power to ruin her as she has to ruin us. You wouldn’t understand because you and Peter don’t have any dark secrets like Sirius and I do. We have so much to lose.” Remus pleaded with his tone of voice.

And there James was, the usual leader of the group wanting nothing more but be a sheep for once and be hidden in the background. His father tought him to be better than this but it was either all together or none at all.

So he gave in. All together.

“Fine. I’ll pull some strings.”

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yandere-ac · 4 years ago

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I hope it was okey that I made this into a familial story. Also heads up. This one gets dark, like really fucking dark. Not as dark as like Bitter Raymond levels of dark but far darker than my usual content. But with that, I hope you enjoy.

His pup

“Where are you going little one?” Oh boy, here we go again. You’re shoulders tensed up as you heard the voice of your caretaker break through the silence. You thought that you were quiet as well. “I’m just gonna go to Eriks place. No need to worry about me pop” you said as you gave him a heartfelt smile. He gave you a tired one in return. “Oh Erik! He’s a nice boy. Tell him I said hi” he said as he petted your head. “Oh don’t worry pop, we’re gonna come back here after a while” you said as you gave your old man a goodbye hug. And with that. You left.

You loved Dobie very much.

After all, if it weren’t for him, you’d be dead. Or worse...

It had been a cold and rainy night when a wolf was rushing home. The raindrops were hitting his fur, making him damp. It had been a long and tough workday and he just wanted to go home and relax. That wolf was Dobie. He took his umbrella out and was about to start running when the sudden sound of high pitched cries pierced through the air. That made him stop immediately. Looking around for the source of the crying and screaming he found a small alleyway in witch the cries seemed to come from. As he approached the alleyway the cries only got louder until he stood before a small cardboard box. His eyes widened as he saw what was inside it. Inside of the box was a human baby, incredibly frail and thin. They were wrapped up in a red blanket, barely protecting them as rain poured down on them. Did someone leave their child here?

As he approached the baby, their cries started to die down as they looked at him. Their eyes were big and glossy. He made sure to shield them from any rain as he inspected them closer. This child was in an even worse condition then he first thought. They were not just skinny but they were practically skin and bones at this point. It made him wonder when they last got something to eat. Gently searching the babies blanket he found no note attached to them. Leaving his umbrella over the child, he walked out from the alleyway, looking for whoever coukd have left the baby.But there was no one around. No one around to help. Soon he walked back to the cardboard box, looking at the tiny human. They looked so small, so fragile, so completely and utterly helpless. He knew if he left them here, they would die. So, with a deep sigh, trying to ignore the possibility that someone could be looking for their child, he picked up the kid carefully. His arms felt shaky, it felt as if he would drop them if he weren’t careful. The baby let out a string of happy giggles and joyful gurgles as they were placed his his grasp, he could feel them curl their frail fingers around one of his claws. As a wolf who never had the chance to have children, maybe this wasn’t so bad. He decided to take care of the human like his own. His child. His pup.

And that human was you. Y/N. Growing up with Dobie was a delight, he had managed to nurse you back to health and he tought you about everything you knew today. You had so much respect for him. But you weren’t a small helpless baby anymore. You knew how to take care of yourself and there was no need for him to protect you, especially since he was getting older nowadays and you didn’t want him to strain himself for you. But this is how it went, he would often want to know where you were at all times and you just had to deal with that.

Walking towards Erik house it had starter to rain, and so, to sheild yourself from the water droplets,

you pulled out your umbrella. But as you walked you couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling of someone...or something looking at you. You tried to shake off the feeling but it followed you all the way to the park. But as soon as you saw Eriks eyes light up an d run up to you, the feeling disappeared completely. The moose tackled you into a hug as he yelled out your name. “Y/N!!!!” He did this any and every time you met him but it was always just as charming. You spun him around before bringing him closer to you body. The two of you giggled before disbanding the hug to look into each other’s eyes. “So! What’s on the agenda today?” You asked your friend as he grabbed your hand. “I was thinking we could go to your place and watch a movie? I’ve picked out a goodie!” He said, jumping up and down slightly. And so the two of you returned to your place, walking up the stairs to go to your room Erik noticed that Dobie was staring at him rather intensely. He had no time to think about it before you dragged him up to your room.

“Okey so what movie are we gonna watch?” You asked him, he started to blush at that as he took out the dvd. “I-it’s uh...it’s the notebook...I’ve actually never seen it but Isabelle recommended it to me! And i trust her taste in movies!” He said as you sat down on your sofa in front of the small tv. “Sounds good! Put it in!” You said. This made Erik tense up. “I-uh what?” He asked. “The disc Erik. Put in the disc”

And so the two of you watched the move sitting next to each other. After a while of watching, you felt him put his hoof in your hand. Looking up at him you could see a tiny hint of pink brush his cheeks. You gave him a gentle smile and rested your head against his shoulder. You could feel his heat radiating off him as he slowly returned the gesture. About 10 minutes later he looked over to you. You turned your focus off the movie and towards Erik, his eyes were soft and looking almost adoringly at you. He took in a deep breath, almost as if hyping himself up. “So...umm...Y/N...theres something I’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time...” he said, looking down at the ground. “Go on...” you told Erik. “Well...the truth is Y/N...I like you! Like! Really really like you! Every time you smile, every time you laugh, every time we see each other! It fills my belly with butterflies! A-And I can’t keep all of the butterflies inside of me any longer! How will I make room for food if I don’t?” Erik said, trying to ease up the tension with some jokes. It failed as the serious aura persisted. “...I’m....I’ve just been so afraid that you don’t like me as much as I do...and I don’t want to ruin our friendship! I would never forgive myself for losing you or scaring you away. It’s just, your so much cooler and better than me. Every thing you do is jus-“ his trail of thought stopped as he felt warm hands grab ahold of his hooves. Looking up finally, his gaze was met with your glossy ones. Tears threatening to spill as you embraced your best friend into a big hug. “Of course I like you, you big doof! I’ve liked you ever since I met you!” As Erik heard this he embraced you, letting out a breathy and relived laugh. What you said was true. You’ve had a crush on Erik ever since you met him. It was only when he started to support you and hung out with you when that crush developed into love. You had needed a lot of support as of lately, as anyone you got close to suddenly moved out without even saying goodbye. Erik has helped you through out the whole ordeal and you were so grateful for it. And now here you were, snuggling next to each other while watching movies.

That’s pretty much how the night continued. The two of you watched movies all while spooning, neither of you were really paying attention. At the end of the night Erik left to go back to his place. You were asleep by then, having fallen asleep while watching the movie. Erik had carried you to bed and quietly gone out. Strange, walking to back to his house he had gotten a strange feeling up his spine, making him shiver slightly. It had almost felt like...like someone was watching him, it’s two eyes carving into his body like a predator stalking it’s unsuspecting pray. Just waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect moment to-

“AH-“ Erik felt himself being tackled to the ground. But before he could scream he felt a large hand cover his mouth. “Don’t. It won’t end good for you...” he heard a familiar voice call out. Dobie? “I am going to turn you over and remove my hand, you aren’t gonna scream unless you wish to lose that thick skull of yours. Capiche?” The only thing Erik could do was nod, his breath feeling more and more shaky as dread creeped up his back. “Good” was the only thing Dobie said before letting go of Erik. He was still towering over him, making sure he couldn’t run away without getting killed. “W-What are you doing?” Erik asked dreadfully, his voice cracking multiple times. “Making sure you stay away from my pup. You see, Y/N thinks that I can’t fend for myself any longer. That I’m to old. But this is far from the first time I’ve done this Erik. Do you really think tens of people that all were close to Y/N just mysteriously moved out for no reason? No, that’s not what happened...” Dobie said, leaning dangerously close to Erik, eyes bloodshot and wide open. This was the first time Erik had ever seen him with his eyes open. And it scared him beyond belief. “What-what did you do to them?” He asked nervously. “This exact thing happened, I gave them all a choice, stay away from my pup...or face the consequences” Dobie said. “Now, I’m gonna ask you to move away tonight, I don’t care we’re as long as it’s far away from my Y/N!” Dobie said breathing out hot air, showing off his terrifyingly sharp fangs in the process. “That’s not fair! Y/N should be able to live as they want!” Erik said, protesting against these outrageous demands. “I would choose my next words carefully if I were you boy. Are you gonna move or what?” Dobie asked once more, putting more enforcement on the “what” , clearly getting agitated.

“Listen Dobie! I would never hurt Y/N! They’re my best friend and...and I live her!” At that Dobie slashes his claws against Eriks face. The last comment clearly struck a nerve. Erik let out a painful yell but was silenced once again by Dobie. “You know what kiddo, you’ve always been on my nerves. The only reason I kept you around was because Y/N was happy around you. But now you’ve done it, you’ve pissed off the wrong wolf!” He said. Suddenly the atmosphere got a lot more sinister as Dobie leaned down to Erik. “You wanna know a secret? I lied before. Not everyone moved out when I told them to. There was another pest just like you who were stupid enough to defy me. I think his name was moose or something. Such a small thing has no rights to try and act tough. I must say, I did enjoy what I did to him a little to much. I think it’s sort of an animalistic instinct. I’m sure you’ve heard stories about the big bad wolf, and how people like you end up in those stories? Well, how about we reenact those stories huh?” At this, Erik started to struggle and thrash and scream. “Oh quit that, it’ll only hurt for a second”

Erik started to panic, Y/N! What about Y/N! Did she know any of this?! She had to know! This was only gonna repeat over and over unless she finds out! Y/N! Y/N!!! Y/-

Chomp

Eriks eyes went wide for a few moments before all of the life ran out of them.

Thump

Down on the ground laid only a husky of the moose that were there just seconds before. The metallic smell lingered in the air and it awoke something in Dobie that he hadn’t felt in a long time...the feeling of adrenaline of both the killing bite, the smell and taste of blood, AND the feeling of being able to keep Y/N to himself. It was something he had missed. No one would take you away from him again. And no one ever will.

After all

You’re his pup

#yandere #yandere acnh #acnh #animal crossing x reader #yandere animal crossing #ac dobie #erik ac #tw yandere #tw murder #im sorry i made your grampa into a murdurer #i just couldnt help myself alright

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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Ok angst time... Headcanons for if the baby was lost half way thou... ( im SO sorry )

Aaron:

the way of guessing your feelings through his nose was just terrible right now. He could see you were disraught. broken. in pain. when your hands, weak, reached out for him for a hug sometimes, it felt like you’d break and drift away if he didn’t hold you together. His eyes were almost always watery for a few weeks.

he’d be silent. distant from the other things he loved for a while. if he ever talked, was to reassure you you’d work this out. He’d cry very often when you slept. Your face was sad even when you were many hours in.

He’d have taken down the room carefully after a while, but when he opened the door, he saw you holding the little deer plushie you put in the bed. you held your now back to normal belly, and you’d apologize to your baby and to him many times. He was shocked to know you thougth that was your fault to begin with.

he was absolutely heartbroken to the point where Beliath would always wear a sad frown every time they were in the same room. The vampires would comfort him, but nothing seemed to move when you were so sad. Your kid was going to be the bravest person he ever met. he was sure. They must have had a big fight before the end.

Seeing him not leaving through night and day made you wonder how it was possible when you failed. one day, however, you heard a howl on your window. it was a full moon, so whatever you thought you were doing, Aaron would not approve. But you opened the window. He was there, but there was nothing but disconnected toughts. That was the wolf.

He was standing in an elegant stance. He was quietly looking at her in the eyes. “How did you get in here? This is really high!” You asked, still wary until you felt soft fur on your belly. He had his eyes closed, you could feel when your hands held his head on instinct. He still thought of nothing. Your arms circled his head. instead of feeling sad, a spark of joy bloomed in you. There were no parts in your beloved that hated you, even the ones he didn’t control. He jumped up and down, shaking his head and jumping on the floor, calling you to run with him. You ran out of the manor under the boys’ curious gazes and you ran. He circled around you, slowing down to match your pace. Your joyful laugh reached every pair of ears in the manor.

Raphael:

In times like these, he wished he could draw. But he also felt completely good being blind for the first time in his life. ,

Your screams full of horror, Ethan’s despair in the air and the smell of blood stained his mind. He closed his eyes in a silent plead. “If something miraculous happens and I recover, do not let me see.”

You were quiet in the next few days. He waited for you to talk, but you’d open your mouth and try to say something, but your breath was ragged, as if you were suffocating. He felt your gaze on him the whole time.

one day, even if it took all of his strength, he sat on your side and tought of words. But they also wouldn’t do. The best, most beautiful thing he could ever say was something his friend Aaron would. With no shortcuts, but with no curves either.

“Do you, perhaps, think this is your fault?” his tone was stern, but you had to get a earful. “The way you don’t answer me is honestly worrisome. You have to stop thinking about me right now if you ever want to make amends with yourself. The reason why i was so happy was because i love you with all my might. I woudl not have it like this with anybody else.” your arms circled his waist. This time, he caught you.

Your cries were, this time, full of relief. He hummed a song to you. It was a happy lullaby. his lips were faintly on your temple. You would get through this.

Beliath:

Your baby’s presence was the first thing he missed this morning. you were crying in disbelief.

He didn’t even remember shoving Ethan into the room, but he did. His hand went to his head and he breathed in and out. He has never grieved before. Never.

When Ethan left, he held your hand and face. “Don’t you think about saying you’re sorry.” your eyes widened. “I’m not leaving your side.”

He did what he said. He was heartbroken in ways he’s never experienced before without you, but he would manage for you. For the both of you.

The months run cold and slow without your heart-warming shrieks when you saw tiny gloves and hats or when you finished putting up the crib, but your face looks a little more colorful again.

He haven’t partied in months and he doesn’t want to, but he comes up with a small and calm gathering of people you both know and cherish. You smile when you see how different it is from the usual. When you accept his hand and swing slowly into the song he let Vladimir of all people choose, he lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

He could finally see your face without the fog again. You didn’t stop smiling. He shed a tear that you caught in your hands.

Vladimir.

It was his fault. He was sure for months. Maybe because he wasn’t good to you? Loving enough? Supportive enough? He was devastated. But the feeling that lingered was because he was ill. He was weak and he passed this to your baby. Your precious baby was dead, and it was him.

When he shared this with you, he expected everything but you raising your hand to slap him and then turning around to stop yourself. He put a hand on his face in shock even if you didn’t hit him. Was he that repulsive to you?

You grabbed his hands like he was a tiny kid, and proceeded to scold him for thinking it was his fault. You said you’ve never seen somebody talk such bullshit and he had to keep himself in check. That was harsh, but he realized you were telling the truth and that’s what hurt the most.

He had to man up and help you overcome this. No more temper trantrums, no more talking ill of himself when it came to the baby. That was disrespectful. How to cheer you up? How to make you realize you’re more than this situation?

He took you to the garden one day. You didn’t understand at first, but he put a seed on your hand. a cyclamen. Your eyes looked for his, but he was hiding his blush.

“My mother taught me how to do this. I think we should do it together from now on, since she can not teach you mother to mother...”

Your sudden hug was strong. Your tears were warm on the crook of his neck. But your smile was what made him tear up too. Finally. Finally, you were coming back home.

Ethan:

Your wet hand full of blood woke him up. He was in shock when he realized you baby was gone. Just when he started to lose the fear. Just when he started to have wishful thinking every single hour of the day. It was just his luck, to see your horrified face, to see you asking if your baby wouldn’t open their eyes.

He did everything in his power to make your body recover, but the thing he worried the most about was your heart. His hugs lingered, his face scrunched up but he didn’t cry. There was no way he could ever make you overcome this. He was useless.

Beliath knocked some sense in his head after he tried to give you some space one day. He was drinking like crazy and Beliath knocked his cup off. He said he had to be by your side. To stop worrying about himself because it didn’t matter how useless he tough he was, you loved him and he was the only one you had right now.

The other night, he opened the door to his room with you, hand-in-hand. You both sat down and he looked into your eyes after a long time. “I felt guilty and ashamed of me. I’m sorry for not being able to help you as much as I could but I promise I’m never leaving you alone to bear with it again. This is our baby. We will get through this together or we won’t overcome this at all.”

The kiss you shared was salty and soft. He realized you didn’t kiss in a long time. But he was about to change that. He was going to cherish you, and live. Live to show you how much he loved you and your baby, no matter what happened in his past.

Ivan:

Surprisingly, one of the most serious on how he’d deal with it. He’d lost everything once and he was not surprised. He cared about you.

He would get whatever you needed. You’d be able to vent to him and he wouldn’t show how heartbroken he was, but you knew he’d cry at night.

The both of you would be steady on helping each other out and supporting yourselves. You’re both young and this is taking a toll on you.

The vampires wouold help you out and take you guys places, undo the room for you when you’re ready.

Aaron is also in need of care. He was going to be the godfather... He’s going to be your biggest supporter.

Ivan would actually encourage you to go see the doctors. Even if it was dangerous, you’d find out what was the problem and you could always pretend. You’ feel reassured, and squeeze his hand. Your sweet I love you was all he needed to be sure of your recovery. You’d be fine as long as you were together.

#moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml aaron #ml vladimir #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml ethan #ml ivan #swfbunny

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terrm9 · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 3 - Waiting

Keiki was sleeping peacefully in her hospital bed with Sienna, Jackie, Rafael and Elijah surrounding her, waiting for a slightest hint of... something. Rafael couldn't let go of Sienna's hand, not when now, instead of crying, she just kept whispering "it's going to be okay, everything will be just fine, everything must be alright". She was clearly fighting with enormous anxiety and used the positivity so typical for her to deal with the situation. Jackie sat on the chair next to Keiki's head, her head propped on her knees. She was now looking at the ground, finally able to look around the room she was in, but she couldn't bring herself to say a single word. She wanted to badly to snap at Sienna for repeating those stupid words full of hope, she wanted to scream, to make her stop, but she was physically incapable of saying a single 'shut up'. Elijah just stared out of the window, trying to find some sort of distraction on the busy street under the hospital room.

The door suddenly opened and obviously exhausted and uncharacteristically serious Bryce Lahela walked in, the scrubs he was still wearing bringing odd mixture of disinfection and sweat to the room.

"Hey guys. Thanks for staying with Keiki. I met Dr. Mirani on my way here and he said that she suffered from concussion but should be okay within week. I got here as fast as I could."

"How did the surgery go?" Elijah asked nervously.

"Ugh... as well as such surgery can. She is alive."

"What are her chances of actually staying alive?"

It was Jackie, finally able to find her lost voice.

"As for now, I have no idea. Dr. Emery was fantastic, guys you should have seen her, she simply didn't allow Chiara to die on that table. But it was brutal. She has so many injuries, lost such huge amount of blood..."

He trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"It's really bad, isn't it?" Sienna whispered.

"It is really bad, yeah. Dr. Emery told me not to get my hopes up, because the chance of survival or chance of recovery is very low. But she doesn't need to be always right. Very low does not mean none and if there is even glimpse of hope, I simply believe in full recovery. I already got my hopes up, because if someone can get through this, it's Chiara Ray. I mean, she's been through so much shit, in her early life, in her intern year, in her med school and she always, always pulled through and got stronger on the way. She is a fighter and she will fight this. We just have to keep believing in her."

There was a long silence after Bryce's speech, everyone dealing with their emotions on their own. Sienna's cheeks were soaked with silent tears again, Jackie played with hem of her shirt and Elijah just kept staring out on the street.

"I'm gonna get us some hot chocolate," Sienna declared out of nothing

"On the wheelchair?" Rafael raised his eyebrow, looking at her freshly casted leg.

"I need to do something."

"I'm coming with you."

Sienna and Rafael left the room without any other word and Bryce followed her, intending to change into clean set of clothes. Shortly after they left, the door flew open again revealing Aurora furiously walking in.

"What the hell, guys? What happened? I came home after the night shift expecting all of you to be home and the flat was empty! So I tried to reach Chiara, then Sienna, then Jackie and Elijah and none of you responded, so I tought maybe you went to the beach or something. I called my aunt, who is supposed to have three days off and she picks up at last telling me she just got out of the surgery of Dr. Ray? What does this mean? I ran all the way from home."

As Elijah started to fill her in on what happened, Sienna, Rafael and Bryce came back with five cups filled with hot chocolate.

"Ah Aurora, hi! Sorry I didn't know you would come, I'll go for another one," Sienna was about to go get another hot chocolate.

"No need. Just tell me what happened."

Aurora was left speechless when they finished. She grew very fond of Chiara and admired her as a doctor but also as a person. She couldn't imagine her lying on the cold operating table, more dead than alive.

"How about you girls? Sienna, Jackie?"

"We are fine. I have a broken leg, that's all," Sienna answered.

"Oh, I look much worse than I feel. I'll be back to work in a day or two," Jackie said angrily, not wanting to talk about herself at all.

"You think we could go and see her?"

"I don't think they would let us, not now. But when I went to get the chocolate, I talked to Danny and he told me that Dr. Ramsey is staying with her."

They all shared a silent look deciding whether they should talk about Dr. Ramsey or not.

"He really cares about her, right?"

Elijah broken the silence with sincere question.

"Oh he does," Rafael nodded. "I mean, I knew he had a soft spot for her when all it took for her to convince him to play softball was to ask him, but damn this was something different."

"Of course he cares about her. He is her mentor, she is important part of his team. And she saved Dr. Banerji's life."

"I guess he really does respect her for that," Rafael admitted. "But still, this was something else. He was going to lose it in the E.R."

"What happened in the E.R.?"

Aurora and Bryce asked at the same time.

"His whole body was shaking when he heard the news. I didn't know if he was going to punch someone or faint. And when he heard she was in the operating room, he just stormed off."

"She means a lot to many people."

Sienna closed the discussion up with only one sentence and the group remained silent. Every person in the room felt the same heavy feeling on their chest, but somehow sharing their fear has brought some ease into their breathing.

On the other side of the third floor, there was nothing nor someone that could possibly bring ease into Ethan Ramsey's breathing. He was sitting on the wooden chair as close to Chiara as he could get, his hands resting in his lap helplessly, afraid to touch even her finger, scared that he would cause more harm to her. Ethan kept staring at her, failing to swallow the bulge that formed in his throat hours ago. He hated crying. He hated it so much that he learned how not to cry even when needed to. Sitting here next to her, he wished he could just cry. Cry and scream, let some of the emotions out of his system, share them with someone. But the only person he could imagine sharing such grief with was the very same person that made him feel this way in the first place. And so he didn't make a move or a sound, remaining motionless on the chair, his jaw clenched.

How could I let this happen? If I wasn't such coward, I would start the speech I was preparing myself for and she would never leave the office.

Damn the speech, I could've just kissed her and she would stay with me.

The thoughts of what if's and what could and should have been were costing him his sanity, but Ethan couldn't just stop thinking. He couldn't forgive himself for losing so much time. For not expressing how he really felt. Oh, he should've done that long time ago, but he was afraid of admitting that he cared for her enough for them to be more than just star crossed lovers. How much he wanted to be with her, to call her his, his Rookie, his Chiara and yet, he couldn't bring himself to talk to her about them, guilt eating him up for being so selfish. He wanted her despite their potential relationship being unprofessional, unethical, so wrong on so many levels. Still, he longed for her.

She deserves better than me.

He couldn't help but think so, knowing that she expects much more from relationship than he could provide. He could give her his time and attention and physical affection, he would adore her and push her to be the best doctor she could be, but that would never be enough. She needed him to love her the way she loved and he wasn't capable of love. He didn't believe in such thing in the first place. Caring for someone, liking them, wanting to spend their time together, those things made sense to him. But love, love was like hope or faith, there were zero science explanations to back those feelings up. To make them valid. He couldn't tell her he loved her, because he didn't believe in love.

Not like any of that mattered now. He never told her how he felt or how scared he was of ruining her career and her life by wanting to be with her, he never expressed his belief that she should find someone better for herself, someone who would shower her with 'I love you's' every day. He never said a word and now she could die any minute.

Ethan lost track of time or of any outside situation for that matter, therefore Harper's presence in the room took him by surprise.

"Ethan, I need to check in on her, so please leave us. And I think Naveen would like to talk to you before he heads home today."

"What time is it?"

"8 PM."

"Can I come back when you are done with examination?"

He needed Harper to say yes. He couldn't leave her.

"You need to sleep Ethan. What was the last time you slept? Or eaten for that matter?

"I'll sleep when I feel like sleeping. I'm staying with her overnight."

With that he left the room, determined to find Naveen without talking to anybody else.

Dr. Banerji was sitting in his office, waiting for the younger man to come. As the door opened and Ethan entered room, he noticed just how devasted he looked. He hasn't seen him like that ever since his own dying.

"Ethan. Thank you for coming. Can I get you something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry. Thanks, anyway. You wanted to see me?"

"I wanted to check on you, dear boy. I see that this situation drained any life from you and I am concerned."

"I'm just scared okay? And hopeless. So fucking hopeless."

Ethan thought he would lose it now. That the tears would finally come. They didn't.

"I know you are worried about Chiara and I know that you would raise the hell if that would help her. But starving yourself or refusing to sleep will only destroy you too."

"Maybe I want to be destroyed."

"Ethan, don't say that."

"I don't know Naveen. I just... the last time I felt like this, it was when I thought you were dying. But at the time at least I could do something. I ran tests and studied not-so-known illnesses and I tried to save you. Now all I do is sitting on the damn chair and wait for her to wake up or die. It's killing me."

Naveen took Ethan's hand into his own and squeezed it with all the emapthy he had, hoping that the brilliant doctor in front of him could feel that he knew. He knew how Ethan felt about Chiara. He knew how much she meant to him and that it was her who saved his own life, after all. Dr. Ray stood by Ethan's side everytime he faced tragedy and when he needed her, she was there. Naveen knew that very well, without ever needing to talk to Ethan about it.

"I called her mother. She said she would catch the first flight in the morning and should be here by the noon."

Naveen broke the silence with the statement.

"You expect me to talk to her."

Ethan didn't ask, he knew it was true.

"I think it should be you. You know Chiara very well and her mother needs to hear the truth from someone who knows her pain."

"And what exactly the truth is?"

"Oh, Ethan..."

"Okay, I'll talk to her mother. I'll be in the I.C.U. with Chiara."

He left, expecting Harper to be done and without stopping anywhere, he found his way back to the I.C.U. room, spending his sleepless night there.

"Mrs. Ray, hello."

Ethan shook hand of the woman in front of him, trying not to stare at her hair. Hair with the same colour as Chiara's.

"Dr. Ramsey, it's nice to finally meet you. Chiara talks about you all the time."

She tried to smile and failed miserabely. Her eyes were puffed from crying and she was holding her purse so firmly as if it was her own dear life she was holding onto.

"Oh?"

"All the good stuff of course. Dr. Emery informed me about the surgery. Now you tell me... and I need the truth... will she get through this?"

At this point, she was crying again and Ethan couldn't help but hug her.

"She is a warrior, Mrs. Ray. I know Chiara very well and she fights whatever comes to her life. Nothing is certain, but I believe in her."

Ethan didn't know if he was trying to convince Chiara's mother or himself.

"I can't lose her too, Dr. Ramsey. Dr. Emery told me the driver that caused him was drunk. Is that so?"

"Yes, it's true. He has some broken ribs and waits for his time in jail."

"Is that some kind of curse?"

Ethan motioned for them to sit down before asking: "What do you mean, curse?"

"Oh, I should have guessed Chiara never told you. She doesn't talk about it and she would never bear the idea of you pitying her. But you already do pity her now, so I can as well go on."

Ethan nodded with his eyebrows high, holding hand of the woman who looked like she needed to throw up.

"Chiara is the oldest of my children. She had younger brother and sister, both adoring her. She was always such a good kid, taking care of her siblings, doing her homework, helping other kids at school. She wanted to apply for med school since forever and her father couldn't be prouder. He supported her every step, not to my delight. Chiara is excellent painter, art is huge part of her and as an artist myself, I always hoped for her to follow my steps. I thought being doctor wouldn't make her happy. But she applied for the med school, got in and I realized that the special spark she holds inside of her is only released when she talks about medicine. When she was in her second year, her father and brother died in a car crash. Drunken driver on the truck crossed the crossroad on the red light... they were both dead immediately. She lost her spark then, nothing could bring it back. But she stuck with the medicine because she wanted to make her dad proud. She finished the school and when she was accepted to her programm here in Edenbrook, that's when her spark returned. I remeber her screaming: 'Mom I'll get to work with Ethan Freaking Ramsey!' I hardly understood what that meant, but the expression she held at the moment was enough for one of my many wounds to heal. And now... now I am losing her too."

She was crying again, leaning against Ethan's chest, as he tried to soothe her pain by hugging her tightly. The bulge in his throat got bigger, even though he didn't consider it possible.

"You're not losing her. She never gives up and she won't give up this time either. I'll be here, Mrs. Ray, I'll take care of her and I promise you, Chiara doesn't die, not on my watch. I am Ethan Freakin' Ramsey after all."

He felt his own strenght coming back at his words. He started to see what Naveen and Harper were saying about him needing to eat and sleep. At some point, Chiara might need him and he needs to be ready to save her. Mrs. Ray managed to create a small smile, wiping her eyes.

"Thank you, Dr. Ramsey. I can't stay here, Alicia - Chiara's sister - needs me back to San Francisco. Just... just promise me to take care of her, okay?"

"Of course. Here, this is my number," he handed her a piece of paper with his quickly written number. "Call me anytime. We will inform you about everything. Now, I'll let you see her for a few minutes, if you want."

Two weeks have passed and Dr. Emery stood side by side with Dr. Ramsey, consulting results of Chiara's new CT scan.

"Pretty impressing, I must say. The swelling on her brain is retreating and as far as I can see, there's no evidence of irrevisible damage on the brain. Of course we'll know better if she wakes up."

"When she wakes up," Ethan muttered under his breath, not accepting the possibility of her not waking up.

Harper looked at him with raised eyebrows, but never said a word.

"However, we are far from winning this, but so far, Dr. Ray here convinced me that nothing is ever as hopeless as it seems. With her lungs working on their own completely now, I propose transferring her from the I.C.U. to your wing of the hospital, Dr. Ramsey. As a surgeon, my work is done her for now. Her brain needs to start working and that's your field. She's all yours."

Oh how I wish she was all mine, Ethan tought but didn't say a word. He just nodded and left the I.C.U.

One would say that Ethan Ramsey's life was back to normal. He was back to work, giving interns hard time, reading journals, cracking cases, avoiding people. Looking more tired than usually, his hair longer and more messy, his stubble slowly turning into beard, everyone knew that he wasn't completely okay, but how could he be after all? Little did they know that for the past two weeks, Dr. Ramsey only left hospital once. He slept on the couch in his office every night so that he'd be close in case Chiara's state changes. Little did they know that every time he had some spare time, he'd spend it next to Chiara's bed, looking at her. Naveen's heart was breaking for Ethan's pain. He was probably the only one to notice how much weight Ethan lost, eating two raw bars a day at best.

The very same evening Chiara left I.C.U., all of her friends decided to spend evening in at Donahue's again. Sienna spent last fourteen days at home, not being able to work with a broken leg and Jackie with Elijah came straight home after their shifts. But tonight, they let themselves feel certain bliss of normalcy and met at the bar. Aurora was already waiting for them and Danny decided to join them too.

"Shouldn't Bryce already be here?"

"I'm sure he will come any minute now."

They ordered beer for everyone and tried to talk about work, about their patients, about anything but Chiara's still critical condition. Not too long after their order arrived, Bryce walked in and after long time, he looked like himself, smiling brightly while winking at the group of interns.

"Whoa there, scalpel jockey. Enjoying yourself? Did someone make you feel so cheerful?"

Jackie furrowed her brows at him.

"Oh you better believe someone did," he smirked.

"That's why you are late?"

"Exactly. I needed to check one very particular woman's chest, in case you need details."

"Ugh, no thanks, Lahela."

"I waited for Kyra's surgery results," he rolled his eyes. "I wanted to make sure I got it right before spilling the news."

"Are you saying-"

"Yes! The surgery worked! I mean, she's going to be in so much pain for the next few weeks, but the chances of recovery are amazingly high and the cancer is gone."

Sienna started to cry and even Jackie's eyes shimmered with tears.

"Holy crap, so there are still good news available in this world," Elijah sighed and finished his beer. "We are drinking to that. And we should let Rafael know. He might be on the other side of the States, but he still cares, right? Oh I am actually feeling happy right now. Have you talked to her?"

"I haven't. I thought we should all talk to her together tomorrow, since she still doesn't know about Chiara. I know we needed to protect her before the surgery, but she needs to know now. Will you go with me?"

Everyone nodded, except Aurora who sighed: "I don't think Carrick will let me switch shifts. But you guys say hi from me and tell her that I'll come to see her on Saturday."

"Sure thing."

They ordered another round of beer and for the first time in what felt like forever, they didn't feel the heavy stone on their chest. They felt victory.

Later that night, as the young doctors leaving the bar allowed themselves to laugh at some stupid joke Bryce said, Dr. Ramsey laid on the not so comfortable couch, scotch in his hand, looking at the ceiling above him. He missed her. The sound she would make when she cracked some particularly difficult case. The laugh when she teased him. The smile she saved for him and only for him. He missed even her temper that could drive him crazy at the times. Without giving it a second thought, he unlocked his phone and opened the Pictogram app. He needed to see her with her eyes open. He needed to see her full of life. Clicking at her profile transferred him into completely different world, the one where she laughed on the beach, smiled proudly with diploma in her hand, posed for a selfie with her roommates. He scrolled to the end of her feed and starting to observe the photos from the oldest one to the last one she posted. He swallowed hard when he realized that she posted the photo only few hours before the crash, smiling carelessly into the camera with her friends surrounding her. The photo was clearly taken at the concert they attended. She looked so happy, so relaxed, so very much alive. He just kept looking at the photo, memorizing every single detail about her, imagining she was still there, dancing to music and laughing with people she loved. And there it was. After all, Ethan felt a single tear streaming down his cheek.

Days passed in some bizarre blur, summer nights turned into ashy evenings of fall, sun gracing city of Boston with its presence only exceptionally. It was exactly one month since the accident and as the end of his shift arrived, Dr. Ramsey found himself sitting next to Chiara's bed again. It became some kind of bittersweet routine for him to come to her room anytime he could and talk to her about work. Chiara was actually doing good, considering everything. Her lungs worked perfectly, her broken spine was slowly but surely healing. Her brain's swelling was gone now, however the brain itself wasn't working the way it should, putting her into state of coma.

"Mrs. Potter is going home tomorrow, the treatment worked exquisitely. I wish you could see the face of her son when we told him she would be okay. I think even Baz had tears in his eyes when the little boy hugged him."

Ethan realized quite well that what he was doing was stupid and he laughed at himself for being this pathetic. But it helped him keep her sanity, so he came everyday and talked to her about every single patient.

"I almost yelled at Hirata today, though. She asked if I was looking for someone else to take your place at the team. I mean, what the fuck is she thinking?"

Repeating the scene with June Hirata in his head made him wrathful all over again.

"She just kept saying that the team needs the fourth member to work. I told her that we were fine, with Naveen helping us when there's too many difficult cases. But she was really determined and I couldn't listen to her, so I snapped at her, I told her to shut the fuck up. It was... intense. Definitely not my proudest moment but what else could I do? How would I even offer the position? 'Hello, we need a new member for our diagnostics team. The only problem is that we have no idea for how long we can provide the spot for you. Maybe for two weeks, maybe for two years, maybe we'll keep you for good. Nobody knows.' Huh? No one would even accept such position. Listen Rookie. I know I've been telling you the other day that you should take your time and heal, but life is pretty hard without you, so could you wake up? Could you do this one last favor for me and just wake up? Please?"

Elijah, Sienna and Jackie were standing next to the nurse station, too deep into the debate to notice someone watching them.

"...what are we going to do? I tried to talk to Farley but he said that he couldn't afford to lose those money. It's been five weeks since the accident which makes two checks. And none of us actually has that much spare money."

"We don't have that much even if we put our savings together."

"Should we call her mum?"

Sienna asked nervously, biting her lip.

"Nope, that poor woman is going through hell. We'll find a way, okay? We could ask Aurora."

"Mass Kenmore has cut its budget just like Edenbrook. She basically works for free now."

"We'll figure it out guys, okay? We always figure it out somehow. I gotta go, but I promise to find a solution."

The three of them went their separate ways, Jackie determined to get some coffee from the cafeteria.

"Dr. Varma? Could I talk to you for a second?"

Ramsey's voice snapped her our of not so bright thoughts and she turned on her heel to face him.

"Yeah? Is something wrong with Chiara?"

"No change. It's just... I didn't mean to eavesdrop... well..."

"Get to the point, Dr. Ramsey."

Despite feeling anxious and nervous for the past few days, she found some weird sense of satisfaction on how the tables have turned now. She still remembered clearly how he said those exact words to her in her intern year.

"Right, sorry. Look, I heard you talking about Chiara and some money problems. I understand that it's... rather difficult for you to pay for her checks?"

Jackie raised her eyebrow, surprised, but didn't deny what he said. She nodded and let him continue.

"I don't mean to offend any of you by my offer, but would you let me pay for her checks? I've been second year resident once and I know how much you get paid. And I know that Dr. Ray's mother is going through a lot. Paying for your apartment is, well, no problem for me and I would like to help at least this way."

"Wow, I expected you to talk to me about that woman who can't stop vomiting in the room 232. Look, Dr. Ramsey, what you are offering is really nice and, uhm, surprising, coming from you, but I am not sure it would be appropriate."

"Consider it a loan, then. When Chiara wakes up and gets her life together again, she can pay me back."

"I need to talk to my roommates about that, it's not my decision to make after all. Thank you for the offer, though."

"Okay. I'll be happy to help. Oh and Dr. Varma?"

"Yeah?"

"I am sorry for how I acted the night of the accident. I yelled at you and that was wrong."

"It's okay, Dr. Ramsey. We've all got our ways of dealing with pain."

With that she left, leaving Ethan alone with his thoughts. He automatically turned towards Chiara's room and after the door closed after him, he started to talk.

"It's not work today. I just need to let this out. I miss you, Chiara. I really miss you. It's gotten to the point where I just keep staring at your photos and hope that it could wake you up. I never confessed to you about the photo I have of you. After the first night we spent together, day before your ethic trial, you sat on the floor in my apartment, wearing one of my shirts, reading some random history book you found. I was making some coffee for the both of us, watching you from the distance and in that moment I couldn't resist the urge to take photo of you. So I did. And I was too embarassed to admit it to you, that I found you beautiful and wanted to have the moment immortalized. I never found the strenght to delete the photo though. And now that you are here, I find myself looking at the damn photo every day, not believing that I was once lucky enough to have you in my shirt reading my book in my apartment. I really miss you. And I can keep missing you, knowing that it won't last forever, knowing that you'll wake up. I can handle missing you as long as I have hope."

He indeed did sound desperate. He never even believed in hope. But after the long weeks without her, feeling only fear, allowing himself to feel something as pathetic as hope was enahncing.

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