#i’m staying strong because i see the light at the end of the tunnel

[tehaxo]

hii can i please request kaeya & thoma (separate) with an s/o who gets emotional and maybe tears up a bit when they see the boys making breakfast for them for the first time. s/o has struggled a lot with loneliness and the realization that maybe they won't be alone anymore makes them emotional, tysm

oooh!!! this is super cute oh my GODD!! <3 im not sure if u were asking for HCs but i decided to make mini one shots/drabbles for them both!

pairing: kaeya x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: enjoy it! tysm for requesting 💞 sorry for taking so long, i was procrastinating horribly… i ended up making reader be full on crying tears since it makes more sense and for some reason ended up writing a shit ton for thoma 💀

KAEYA — ❄️

You were always tossed aside and left alone, you were used to it. But that doesn’t mean you never felt pain from being lonely, you hated it a lot. You couldn’t do anything about it, not until you came across Kaeya. As cliche as it sounds, he helped you become the person you were now.

Kaeya helped you with your confidence and introverted personality, introducing you to his friends. Naturally, you became friends with them as well. You were so grateful to be dating a great person like him.

You woke up with Kaeya, not at your side, and you panicked since he didn’t usually leave without a word. You had a few irrational fears and were a huge overthinker. So you rushed out of bed in hopes of finding Kaeya still home. You stepped out of your room and the panic left your system as the fresh aroma of food was in the air, you inhaled it in then smiled in relief. He was still home.

You quickly freshened up and made your way to the kitchen, you felt your heart racing. Your boyfriend stood in front of the stove, his hair was in a pretty low braid. The morning sun shined on him, making him look more angelic than ever.

You snuck behind him and wrapped your arms around him, Kaeya tensed at your touch but he realized it was you and then relaxed. “I see you finally decided to wake up, eh? You were in a deep sleep and you looked so cute, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up,” he teased and he set his hand on your arm, he smiled as felt warm in your embrace.

You stayed quiet, and all of your memories flashed into your mind. How you were treated, and how alone you were. The negative thoughts which you thought would never end, but you were proven wrong. You now had a reason and escaped that tunnel of darkness. The light that saved you was in your arms.

All the emotions exploded in your heart and your eyes teared up, you finally knew that you weren’t alone. Your arms tightened around Kaeya and he let out a small laugh, “I see you missed me in your sleep!” He continued to laugh until he heard your small sniffles, he tried to turn around to look at you but you still held tight.

“You okay, my love?” His hand caressed your arm and he felt your head nod against his back. He turned off the stove as he continued to hear your silent sobs, he didn’t say another word. His hand set onto yours and intertwined with it gently.

“I’m sorry for crying like this, this is all so foreign to me. I’ve never had anything like this. I’ve never had someone so caring and loving as you by my side. My dream was to not be alone, and you made it come true. I kept on dreaming, unrealistically. Though, they all came to be true all because of you. Thank you, my love, thank you so much. I love you Kaeya.”

You said still holding onto him from behind, the love dripping off of your words like honey. It was so sweet and strong. It sparked an ignition deep in his heart, what he thought died long ago. He finally turned around and brought you close to him, he leaned down onto your shoulder; a shaky sigh slip past his lips.

“I have no words, sweetheart… I love you so much too. I would do anything that makes you happy for you. You’re going to be stuck with me forever. I hope you’re fine with that,” Kaeya held on for dear life, his arms around you in a lock.

He got emotional at your sweet words, it caught him off guard in the best way possible. You smile through your tears, and with another quick nod you sobbed out,

“Stuck with you? Forever? I’m perfect with that.”

THOMA — 🍡

Thoma was quite the pursuer, it might not seem like it but he can be determined at times. He conquered your heart by being persistent, and patient. He had always noticed you alone, going to the same shop he did, daily. You caught his attention and curiosity, even when he didn’t need to buy more groceries he visited just to see you.

He wasn’t alone in this, you also noticed him. Though you ignored him and your insane attraction to him. (At least you thought it was insane). No matter, because he constantly approached you and had strict convos with you.

You didn’t have much of friends, but you never made an effort to make any. You had accepted you would be lonely for a while, but you weren’t against it. That being said, it also hurt at times when you needed someone. But you couldn’t blame anybody else but yourself.

That started to fade away once Thoma tried to be your friend. You felt fine being alone but now you’ve interacted with someone genuinely you wanted more. You needed more. So you gave in and became acquainted with Thoma.

It started with small talks here and there, to him walking you home. Then Thoma greeted you at your door at night, with food he made for you. You guys grew closer and closer as all the months passed, at that point you were also familiar with the Kamisato siblings.

Not only that, he successfully made you his own. He was so happy to have you and to be yours. You felt just as lucky.

You were in a deep slumber, and Thoma had invaded your house. He wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, you haven’t been able to eat well due to being busy recently. He was concerned for your health, so he decided he’d make you the tastiest meal ever.

Tray in hand, he walked steadily into your room. He set it on your table and sat next to you on your bed, he smiled at you sleeping peacefully. He made you lay on your back and gave kisses all around your face to wake you up.

“Wake up, i made you breakfast~ I don’t want it to get cold!”

He tapped on your temple gently and with that, you were now awake. Your eyes opened slowly and you saw the figure of Thoma, you smiled lightly and then lazily reached your arms out.

He happily went into your embrace, he held you then nuzzled into your neck. “Good morning Thoma,” you groaned out and wrapped your arms around him. He slipped out of the hug and made you sit up. He reached over to your table and grabbed the tray carefully.

You rubbed your eyes and stared at the food he set in front of you. “I made all of your favorite food, I know you’ve been working hard these days so I wanted to give you a little something to relish,” Thoma placed his hand on your head and soothed your hair.

You blinked and something in you exploded. You glanced at Thoma and saw the most loving expression ever. His gentle, captivating eyes, and his beautiful smile. Your heart clenched at the sweet sight of him, and his clear expressions of love for you.

Your hand found its way to your mouth as you started to tear up. Thoma noticed immediately and his smile faltered in a flash, he pushed the tray of food to the side and then hugged you.

“Hey, no no, why are you crying? Did something happen while you were busy during those days?” He questioned in a frantic tone.

You sobbed loudly like you never have ever. Your emotions were a mix of relief and happiness, you weren’t ever going to be lonely again, not with Thoma. You were fine with it before, but you never want to go through it again.

Your hands clenched onto his shirt as you cried into his shoulders, “Thoma… You’re the sweetest person ever. I couldn’t ever be more grateful for having someone like you in my life. With you, I am so happy. You’ve helped bring out the parts of me, that I needed. I can now smile a genuine smile and go about my days happily. I love you so much, I couldn’t even explain it in words. But I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for those words with you, so you can see even a glance of my love for you. Thank you for everything.”

Thoma was astonished, at how hard you were crying and your words. You weren’t the type to be this expressive of your feelings, he was beyond shaken. His arms tightened around you and he continued to comfort you until your cries became sniffles.

He then spoke, “I love you so much too, my sunflower. I’m so glad that someone as insignificant as me was able to do such a thing. Nothing too would be able to capture the true nature of my love for you, it’s too complex for others to understand. It is only you, who can understand with nothing needed. Which is why you deserve all of it, once again I love you.” His hand circled your back and you melted into his touch.

Your heart was now completely unlocked, it had finally found the key needed for these new emotions. You broke from the hug with a smile and gave him a deep kiss, he then returned the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss and then wiped your tears away, you looked over to the food and felt your stomach growl.

“Hehe, well what’re ya waiting for? Eat up silly!” Thoma giggled and set the tray on your lap.

You took a small bite and your eyes sparkled, it exploded on your tastebuds. “You’re definitely staying with me forever, no one cooks as you do.”

“No complaints, not like I wasn’t planning to do that already too.”

#fan fiction #tehaxo #tehaxo fics #xreader #genshin fanfiction #genshin x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #reader x thoma #thoma x y/n #thoma x you #kaeya alberich #kaeya #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x y/n #thoma x gender neutral reader #kaeya x you #romance #comfort fic #fluff #x reader #comfort

[riddle-me-ri]

I just saw requests were opened and I had to come by 🥳 since it is the month of November I would like to ask how are the ozzies handling NNN 👀

A/N: Asdfgh ahhhh well had to get this done before November ends lmao. I thought about this request with my colony the minute it hit my inbox lmao

How the Penguins Handle NNN 

Trigger Warnings: for those that don’t know, NNN is No Nut November, nothing explicit but definitely suggestive in case that makes you uncomfy.

So first things first, I have no idea why but I feel like I ought to say this. But I feel like normally most of the Penguins would fare pretty well. One because they're fueled mostly on loathing and pure spite (which love that for them) and two because they don't have someone to constantly tease them and tip them over the edge and as rough cut as some of these Penguins are they all have their own set of disciplines they stay strong too. 

Basically I have thought about this way too hard and for too long just ignore me.

Also each Pengy has a rating out of 10 for how well they'd do. 

1 being didn't even try, lost back in October and through all of November.

10 being MVP man's has mad discipline but once it hits December 1st pengy will pounce.

Arkhamverse Penguin (7 out of 10): 

This Penguin is fairly preoccupied. Running an underground criminal empire requires a lot of attention. There’s always something going on in Bludhaven. He has to check on imports and exports, keeping track of his henchmen, keeping constant eye out for Batman. 

In fact, you’re so aware of how busy he is, you don’t even find it in you to tease him like you planned. Maybe a lingering touch here and there but nothing to provocative. 

However, it's easy for things to get…frustrating. For him to have a lot of pent up anger and you're the best stress relief before he absolutely explodes. 

"C'mere love, I need you…"

You remind him of the challenge. 

"What? Love, I could care less about some silly challenge. I'm asking you nicely, don't make me get rough with ya.." 

Farrell/Reevesverse Penguin (11 out of 10): 

Now, this Oswald will absolutely rock the shit out of this. 

He sees a challenge and he seeks to overcome it regardless of the stakes. This man has never come up short on any obstacle that’s come his way, what’s a fun little game of who has the weakest resolve? 

He’s also one of the few that would actively be trying to knock you off your game too. He’s a shameless flirt as is, but expect him to notch it up to 100 at this point. 

“Aww, don’t get mad sweetheart…don’t hate the player, hate the game. But you gotta admit the reward will be worth it.” He winked. 

Gotham Penguin (7.5 out of 10): 

I’m not going to lie…I had the hardest time thinking of a rating and scenario for this Oswald, because I feel like…agh

He’ll definitely be a difficult nut to crack (pun…probably intended). I mean he’s known for being the biggest moonlighter of Fish and Maroni, he can be extremely disciplined and determined to see the light at the end of the tunnel to power through the month. 

However, he’s also prone to stress and pressures constantly building up inside of him. He will hold out until about the last week of the month. Something happens, the straw broke the camel’s back and he needs you. 

You are a strong comfort for him, he doesn’t have to be The Penguin, The Mayor, The King of Gotham…none of those things, he can just be Oswald. The way you caress him, hold him, love him…

“I don’t care…the…fun of it is gone...I just really need you, please.”

Yeah, he gets closer than a few of these Oswald’s to winning, but honestly, when he’s got you he’s already won.

BTAS Penguin (10 out of 10):

Ah, the true gentleman. 

This Oswald may struggle a wee bit here and there. Especially with you teasing him, constantly at every turn. Face flushed red, absolutely biting a hole in his lower lip, almost ripping his hair out.

However, mind you this one is a true gentleman first and he can and will continue to show restraint. Any time he wishes to absolutely ravish you, he spoils you instead. He’ll almost make you feel bad for being such a tease, because he flips it and acts so sweet in return.

“Ah, ha, yes I see. As much as the feeling is mutual, there is a greater achievement to be had! But don’t be fooled, dove. I won’t forget your…advances.” 

TNBA Penguin (9.8 out of 10): 

This Penguin isn't much different from BTAS Penguin and Reevesverse Penguin. 

He sees a challenge with you and he accepts it, especially if the reward is you at the end of it. 

Oswald notices you teasing him from time to time. Trying to get him to bend, sometimes he's almost at the breaking point but you pull back. 

He warns you, teasingly so not to keep pushing or he may push back. 

“Thin ice, darling, thin ice…win or lose I always get what I desire.”

Telltale Penguin (7 out of 10): 

This proud prick. 

He’d talk a big game for sure, saying that he’s passed the month before with flying colors. Although, you know why that is…you weren’t there. He was distracted with his plans to take everything away with the Wayne name attached to it…well, not anymore. 

Oz will put up an air-tight resolve for a good few weeks of the month. You haven’t quite laid the flirting down thick, not yet. There’s a method to it. 

A lingering touch on his shoulder, a peck at night on his jaw line around the middle of the month. But then near the end, like the last week; you’ll accidentally forget your change of clothes for after your shower. 

Much like other Penguins, he has his frustrations, but instead of it being outside sources, this is purely pent-up aggravation from not being able to touch you for long periods of time. 

“I gotta say, love. I’m damn near at my breaking point here…not sure if that’s a good or bad thing for you.” Oz growled.

One Bad Day Penguin (10 out of 10): 

Aww, this is cute. He thought.

If you’ve read the comic, you know this man is determined and resilient. But he also knows how to play the game. Whether it’s a turf war or who gives in to their unadulterated desires first…he knows what cards to play and how to play them. 

You best believe he’s an active player too. 

He’ll tease you first, if you don’t. He’s not afraid to make the first move, especially if it means throwing you off. 

Oswald will pull you to his lap. He’ll teasingly squeeze your sides and thighs.

When you look back at him with a certain displeased look. 

He grins and winks. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I play to win, babe.”

The Batman (2004) Penguin (-100 out of 10):

Listen, listen, this little gremlin has little to no self preservation whatsoever. He’s also arguably one of the most unhinged members of my colony.

Ozzy would talk such a big game about being a winner, how he'd sail through this month.

But you literally don't have to do anything and he'd bust.

You don't even have to tease him. You could literally just be wearing shorts one morning or an oversized t-shirt and underwear and he'd pounce. 

He sees what he wants and he gets what he wants.

"What? Ahh come on, who needs to win some stupid challenge? I wanna be with ya!"

Batman Unlimited Penguin (7.5 out of 10): 

The main thing that makes this pengy rank so high is cause of his age. He’s subjectively the oldest out of most of my colony members. (I believe he’s meant to be like late 50’s early 60’s, I could be wrong, but the grey in his hair and wrinkles are telling me otherwise rip)

I genuinely believe you have to initiate most of the intimacy in your relationship. 

Not that Oswald won’t try, but the man literally doesn’t know how to. He’s seen things in film, television, and literature. However he also knows he’s not conventionally as attractive as the leads in those medias, and he’s certain if he attempted anything like he saw, he would find a way to ruin it.

Much like the other pengys, he’s been cruelly shunned by humanity, but he’s lived with it cemented in his brain for longer (considering the age thing, again). To say this man is emotionally stunted would be an understatement. He still isn’t used to you giving him compliments or how you honestly enjoy kissing him. 

However, on the different side of the same coin…do to not being…errm…well practiced. He’s also likely to fall apart soon enough. Giving him enough touches and kisses the man will combust. 

“Hmm…I’ve never felt anything like this in a long time. I don’t think I could ever give it up,” he chuckled breathlessly. “Even just for thirty days.”

#ri writes #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #headcanons #arkhamverse penguin #reevesverse penguin #farrell penguin #gotham penguin #btas penguin #tnba penguin #telltale penguin #one bad day penguin #obd penguin #the batman 2004 penguin #batman unlimited penguin #i definitely thought about this #WAY TOO HARD #rip #ri's colony 🐧

[novafire-is-thinking]

Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 16 of 22: Ratchet)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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Good ole Ratchet. At most, I sympathize with him since I’d probably end up like him if I were in his place. Because of that, I’m like: “Ratchet. I know from experience that you can’t stay like this for much longer without crashing and burning. Take care of yourself. Let others help you. I think a certain 12-year-old kid with a knack for tech is just the friend you need.”

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: Weariness, Painful Reminiscence, Light at the end of the tunnel

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: Carry You, Sailboat, Sun and Sand, I’ll Get By, Victims Of The Night, Oh Brother, and Quiet Place

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

Carry You by Novo Amor

The nostalgic tone of this one is fitting for Ratchet.

Sailboat by Cody Fry, Ben Rector

“I'm out in the waves and I'm hoping and praying / Please let this wind blow me home / And night after night, there's an empty horizon / My God, do I feel so alone / But sometimes life / And most times I feel just like a sailboat”

Hang On A Little Longer by UNSECRET, Ruelle

You may remember this one from my Optimus playlist. It’s here too since the words apply to Ratchet as well.

Sun and Sand by Gold Coast

This one gives me forest-at-sundown vibes, and that seems very Ratchet to me.

I’ll Get By by Avi Kaplan

“I'm tired and growing weary / Of these clouds that follow me / Swallowed by the shadows / When it's sunshine that I need

But I'll, I'll, I'll / I'll get by / I'll, I'll, I'll / I'll get by

I've been feeling hollow / Yeah, my soul just can't be found / So fill me with the feeling / That this song will turn around

Take all my cares away / Lighten my load / Trust it'll be okay / But 'til then I'll go / Onward down the road / Carried by the hope

Then I'll, I'll, I'll / I'll get by / I’ll, I'll, I'll / I'll get by”

If you don’t listen to any other song on this playlist, this is the one I’m forcing on you strongly recommending to you.

Memories by David Tolk

Ratchet’s got a lot of them. Good ones and bad ones and everything in between.

Rescue by Lauren Daigle

“I hear you whisper underneath your breath / I hear your SOS, your SOS

I will send out an army to find you / In the middle of the darkest night / It's true, I will rescue you / I will never stop marching to reach you / In the middle of the hardest fight / It's true, I will rescue you”

Two things: (1) Besides field medic work, Ratchet’s likely gone on a heartbreaking number of search and rescue missions after battles to treat the wounded and/or retrieve the fallen. And (2) This is how I’d like to think Optimus sees Ratchet and vice versa.

Surviving by Luca Fogale

*googles: “signs someone is living in survival mode”*

Oh, yep. That would be it.

Got It In You - Acoustic by BANNERS

“Holding back the flood in this skyscraper town / You gave all that sweat and blood, now you think you're gonna drown / You can't tell that you're bigger than the sea that you're sinking in / But you don't know what you got, but you got it at your fingertips

You got it in you / Ooh, you got it in you

When the lights go out and leave you standing in the dark / No one ever told you this would be so hard / I know you think your fire is burning out / But I still see you shining through / You got it in you”

One Day at a Time by Jeremy Voltz

“There are days when living seems harder then it should / When it's hard to see the good in what has happened / And on those days I tell myself that nothing lasts forever that / Pain will come and go but I'll be standing / Don't let the darkness take you / Cast you down and break you / You're stronger than you think you are / You are strong enough to live this life / Just take it one day at a time”

Better Day Comin’ by Garrison Starr, AG

“I've seen more than I, I wanna see / The people I love turnin' on me / But I know, I know, I know, I know there's a / A better day comin' / I've been dreamin' that one fine day / All my trouble gonna fade away / And I know, I know, I know, I know there's a / A better day comin'”

Victims Of The Night by Lee DeWyze

“I'm fine / Believe me, I'm fine / Comes the night / I'm not alright / I'm barely hanging on”

He’s fine. He’s not fine. He’s— you get the idea. Similar to Optimus, Ratchet’s gotten good at pretending he’s okay when he’s definitely not.

No Sanctuary by UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz, Fleurie

“Walking through the heart of the fire / It's hard to keep moving forward / Living with my life on a wire again / Nothing in this world makes sense / And few things left feel holy / Lying in valleys with the dead

Everything's barely holding on

No sanctuary / There's no place to hide / No sanctuary / I'm lost in the fight / I can feel my soul turning with the clouds / Twisting up my bones in the breakdown / No sanctuary / There's no place / No place to hide

Nothing but a memory now / All the days that we felt alive / Haunting smiles in picture frames on walls / I try but I just can't quit / Reaching for the past, cold embers / Only for a moment to recall”

War sucks.

Hold Your Head Up High by Oh The Larceny

An excellent reminder that Ratchet often needs.

Oh Brother by Cyrus Reynolds, Gregg Lehrman, Novo Amor

This one makes me think of the closeness between Optimus and Ratchet.

A Quiet Place by Gold Coast

Just what Ratchet needs.

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Shockwave and Smokescreen.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

#transformers prime #transformers prime playlists #tfp #tfp playlists #transformers #transformers playlists #tfp ratchet #ratchet #maccadam #behind the playlist #Spotify

[supercodi]

I’ve had a lot of setbacks recently that have been pretty discouraging to say the least. It has definitely impacted my mental health and my I’ve felt pretty discouraged more days than not. - Setbacks will always happen, some minor, some major, or some minor that seem to just keep happening one after another but this is something everyone will experience at some point. Whether it is pertaining to bodybuilding or work or etc. - It is okay to feel frustrated, and discouraged. Hell, it is okay to feel like quitting but the most important thing is that you don’t let yourself quit. - When things get hard, remind yourself: “I’m not a quitter” and keep focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and controlling whatever it is you can control in the moment. Don’t let setbacks become dead ends. - No matter the setbacks, if you stay focused on what you can control you will still be a lot further ahead than if you quit. - There are many set backs and surgeries between these photos. This is honestly just a reminder to myself that I made this progress because I didn’t quit even when I wanted to. - It’s been a rough few months for me and I can’t say I handled it as well as I wanted but I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. - If you are feeling discouraged: you are not alone. If you are feeling impatient. You are not alone. This is a normal part of life. It doesn’t mean you need to quit, it just means things are a bit tougher in the moment but you are strong enough to keep moving forward even if it is baby steps. All steps forward count! - Don’t ever give up! - #transformation #mensphysique #npc #ftmbodybuilding #bodybuilding #fitness #mentalhealth #keepgoing #motivation #health #workout #gym https://www.instagram.com/p/CgdFt7GPwqb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#transformation #mensphysique #npc #ftmbodybuilding #bodybuilding #fitness #mentalhealth #keepgoing #motivation #health #workout #gym

[oursmallworldadventures]

That moment you’ve spent such a long time fighting and struggling, you’ve completely forgotten what it’s like to not feel like this. You become aware of your surroundings; you actually realize you’re truly completely helpless against the situation and nobody even remotely cares enough to actually respond. And in all this sleepless chaos, there’s a peace in the seconds of silence when you realize this and finally let go. It’s life’s fourth symphony, where it gives you peace before the end; The acceptance, the burst of energy which releases endorphins and creates the infamous white light at the end of the tunnel; when you’re okay but then again you have no other choice to just accept the way things are. That’s me. I’m realizing this is just life. People were meant to communicate, build each other up and make life worth living. That’s what I’ve grown to believe but I’m the toe of person who’s always trying to help others and make the world a better place. I’ve given pieces of myself to others who couldn’t even try to do the same back because where are they when I need help? who the hell will ever come into my life and help build me up? Who is going to come into my life and tell me I’m worth it? Who’s going to tell me I’m important and that���s it’s going to be okay because we will figure this out together? Who’s going to be a shoulder, an ear, a hand or a best friend to be there who’s going to put humanity first? Who’s going to claim they’re a strong, genuinely good, okay person and actually live up to it instead of being a 13th reason and pulling up to the funeral of a person they couldn’t give half a thought to? It’s just difficult growing up and having everybody else show me how significantly unimportant I am yet tell me otherwise as if words are supposed to fix the wounds of careless actions. I never want to see anybody I care about feel even a percentage of what I’ve ever felt or gone through yet I stay in contact with people who see me as just a name on a contact list. I see these people as living, breathing, emotional, growing and ever changing unique, beautiful, interesting people who I wish to see live their lives the best they can and I would always be there to help them if they ever needed me because we’re supposed to be friends. Yet they see me as what? A chatbot? Replika? A program on a phone to disregard? Do real friends even exist anymore? Do actual phone calls, FaceTimes, snapchats, and texts even exist anymore? Do people still have fun and laugh together anymore? What about taking road trips, vacations together, having random board game nights, movie marathons, or even nights where we drink and sit under the stars and talk about just how little we are in the universe? I need real people in my life for once.

[itsytinyspiders]

(Part 6)

We are introduced to the next flashback by Albert and Louis reminiscing on how their shared crime created a strong bond between the three brothers. It’s a neat transition with people dancing around Albert as he tries to find his way again, lantern in hand.

I think it’s a neat way to show his state of mind at that point in his childhood – knowing what he wants to do but unable to find a way to do it, even being waylaid by those around him. 

More William as Christ imagery. Even as he stands from his seat and walks forward to respond to tell Albert about how he put his smarts to good use in exchange for money and goods, the people around him stay on their knees and crawl towards him for want of (advice? Salvation?).

I didn’t notice it immediately because they’re all adult actors, but the people being portrayed here are the other orphans at the church.

Either that, or they originally portray the townsfolk whom William advised when he was an orphan – in the manga, Albert’s comment about William being the town’s consultant took place after William told some men how long it would take to dig a 40-yard tunnel.

And then, when William goes to sit back down, the other actors take on the role of fellow orphans and begin the scene where they talk about nobles.

Notice too the distance between Albert and William. Albert hasn’t moved from his comment about William’s role in town, but William did move forward to talk to Albert then went back to his seat – this time to set the scene in the church.

They make Albert’s agreement with William’s views much more obvious here, as he rushes towards the chanting children but is blocked by the closing walls. Another barrier between Albert and his goals, just out of reach.

The flashback closes with Albert rephrasing William’s statement: “Killing the bad people to bring about my ideal world.”

The Dancers on the Bridge

Can I add here how much I love the different renditions of the main theme they created for the stage play so far? I’m sure someone more well-versed in music than me will be able to talk at length about the use of the leitmotif and how it is adapted to each different scene in a way that makes it recognizable but also unique. In this particular case, the music is more reminiscent of jazz with the piano and the saxophone as the instruments of choice. Perfect introduction to the next arc!

So perfect in fact, that one of the titular dancers of the arc makes her grand appearance.

The choice to make her wear a red dress to differentiate her from the other dancers is an interesting one. Personally, I would switch the colours around to highlight the tragic loss of an innocent life, and even as a reference to a wedding that would never take place.

That said, I think this choice was made because the dancers wear white in a lot of scenes thus far, so it is more practical to have Frida wear another color instead of creating three red dresses that would only be worn once.

After the dancers and customers see Frida dancing on the bridge and leave the stage, Frida comes back for a dance solo. Her performance is a haunting one and her grief much more palpable than in the manga or the anime.  She dances to the left at the end, creating the splash in the image.

The blue lighting is no longer solely atmospheric, reflecting the mood of the characters on stage. It is now representative of the river in Durham, and the waters in which Frida meets her end.

#morisute case 1 #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #the dancers on the bridge #morisute reaction

[bobby-winters]

Subterranean: Part 2

PART 2

More cautiously this time, Vin ventured,  “Dude, come on, everyone’s been dumped--”

“You didn’t even care.” Hector got in Vin’s face. “She was--” The anguish briefly broke through his anger. “Man, I… I needed you. You weren’t around.”

Hector softened, expecting Vin to do the same. Instead, it seemed he had struck a nerve.

“What are you talking about? I’ve hardly left your side since it went down. I gave you my freakin’ oranges after dinner like three weeks in a row. Oranges! Who knows how long those will last? You know I like the oranges…”

Hector listened, stunned into silence. He wasn’t sure Vin had ever really snapped like that before. Nor had Vin ever really disagreed with him before.

Vin went on, “I mean, what do you want me to do? Shouldn’t I be trying to help you move on? At what point am I enabling your pity parade?”

“Not yet,” Hector sulked. “I was a wreck--”

“I know.”

“Are you serious? Some friend. This is what I’m talking about, why can’t you just--”

“No, Hector, come on,  I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

“I meant that I was there. I was there for you, I always have been, and I don’t think you’ve ever really--”

“Shut up, Vin.” The worst part of Vin’s little rebellion was that he was making sense.

Vin’s face flushed with indignation in the dim light. “Screw you, man! That’s not fair. That’s not fair at all. To me or to her. You’re acting like she cheated on you or she died. But from what I can tell, only one of you is handling the breakup badly.”

He was right. “I said stop.”

“Now you’re coming at me because your ego’s been bruised--”

“Then go, Vin! Fuck off back home to your oranges. Why did you even agree to come with me? You never have fun, you just trail behind, bitching and waiting for something to jump out at you.”

The two stood only inches apart. Hector broke away to search his pack for a lighter.

“You think about that question and then you tell me why I keep coming back. I was a good friend to you--I really tried to be. If you want to stay angry out here all by yourself then fine. I will go home. Don’t fall in the fucking Channel.” Vin shoved Hector and backed away with sadness in his green eyes, now a strange and muddy brown in the orange glimmer of the fungus-covered walls.

Hector stood still, breathing heavily, watching him go. He couldn’t scream or throw something because Vin would hear the echoes--and he would not let Vin know how angry he’d made him--so he sparked his flint and steel and lit up his torch once again. He resumed his course down the tunnel, slower this time, less sure in his stride. The temptation to kick that puffball mushroom into oblivion was almost too strong, but decidedly not worth risking any of possible effects of the spore cloud inside.

Maybe he had been unfair with Vin. But as his best friend, Vin should know that he still couldn’t deal with any mention of Willow. He didn’t know when he’d be able to. If I ever see her again, it will be too soon, he thought. Truth be told, he didn’t know where he was going, just that he had to get away from everything. From all the people.

Living in North Camp was like trying to stay on top of a spinning water wheel. More often than not, he felt like he was working from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning to the moment his head touched his pillow at night. Hector was a clerk at the village pantry, and it was his job to inventory their food supplies. There were worse gigs. But that fact didn’t make counting and recounting all kinds of fungi and crickets for eight hours a day any less painful.

Feeling a cool breeze, he looked up to see a light pass the opening of the tunnel--an opening! He was right. This had to be an access tunnel to the Channel, and the light meant that a boat was nearby. He and Vin had followed the tunnel in what he presumed to be the direction of the Channel, but if he had turned down any of the many other offshoots or intersections, he could have ended up anywhere. That was why people generally weren’t allowed to traverse the tunnels without an experienced Scout. Too many had wandered off and never found their way back.

Finally reaching the end of the passage, Hector stepped out onto a metal grate and inhaled deeply, struck by the crossbreeze--the closest thing to fresh air and surely the strongest wind he had ever experienced. The platform jutted out of the wall about three quarters of the way up. Hector walked to the edge and put his hands on the railing. His gaze swept across the vast expanse of the enormous circular tunnel. The Channel. It had to be a quarter of a mile in diameter and filled about halfway with dark, churning water, moving swiftly downstream. Peering into it made him uneasy--the glow of the fungi clinging to the walls glittered on the water, causing the illusion of movement beneath the surface. There was no telling what lurked in the blackness, and there was surely no return from its depths. Leaning over the edge, staring down, Hector recalled the tall tales he had heard of the Channel since he was small--of things that had washed up, of people who had washed away. He and his friends would laugh at the Scavengers’ tales, but he couldn’t deny that the look in their eyes was harder to shake from his mind than their tall tales ever were. And now, standing above the black river with only a rusted grate between him and a long way down, the water lay in wait below like a mass of writhing bodies extending infinitely into the shadows in both directions. He shivered, shook his head, and backed away from the edge, attempting to focus on his achievement--after a lifetime of stories, he now finally saw the Channel for himself.

It was cool here, and a scavenger boat bobbed lazily upstream, its light pointed into the water. The echoes of the Scavengers’ speech sounded strange, like some long forgotten secret language. Only they were allowed in the Channel because, somewhere along its endless span, there was access to the Surface--allegedly. It was the responsibility of the Scavengers to deal with anything that washed down into the Channel. They would salvage it for use or trade, leave it in the water, or kill it if necessary. So they said. Forget the Exterminators, these guys had some great stories.

One would expect the Channel to be deafening given the ease with which the smallest sounds echoed in the tunnels, but the water was deceptively quick for how quiet it was. Again approaching the metal railing, Hector strained to listen to the men on the boat, who had gotten louder. One shoved another to the ground, and two more forced the fallen man’s arms behind his back. Then they tore the sack off his head.

One of them got down on one knee so he was at eye level with the restrained man. Whatever he said was too quiet to hear. They heaved the man off the ground and stood him up at the side of the boat, facing the stone brick wall. The first man brought out a massive oar, and the clunk of wood on bone resounded all the way to Hector’s ears, succeeded only by a splash and silence.

Hector stepped backwards into the tunnel. But an abrupt scuffle behind him caused him to leap forward, banging his shin against the railing of the platform. The echo reverberated throughout the tunnel like the bellow of a grandfather clock. His stomach fell. Then, everything went white. The blinding searchlight swiveled directly into his eyes. He turned away to see Vin squinting into the blaze. He must have been the scuffling noise. But Hector didn’t have much time to process his feelings on the matter.

“DON’T MOVE,” someone roared from the boat.

#subterranean #fiction #short story #underground #spooky #sewer #halloween #spooky season #dystopian #far future

[8rujaa]

i’m finally moving out of my toxic ass house after years of trying and it being sabotaged by my mom. let’s hope this all goes well. y’all pray for me 😩

#🧿🧿🧿 #i know i will finally be able to pursue my goal of being a tarot reader when i have my own little space #i’m gonna be so broke. but i won’t want to die all the time ^_^ #she had an episode today n my bf heard n now i’m embarrassed #she’s gonna try to sabotage my move out #i’m staying strong because i see the light at the end of the tunnel #i’ll worry about how i’m gonna make it once i’m out of here 😭 #because i’m going to need to buy a car too since she took mine because it was in her name #y’all don’t undefTand how much of my life this woman controls #i am such a sad person because of her #my memory sucks because of her #my brain chemistry is fucked up because of her #brain vomit

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Stitches // 6

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: The reader reveals part of her past which has Frank realizing that they have more in common than he originally thought.

Warnings: PREPARE TO CRY! (You have been warned), Frank's got jokes this chapter

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“My day keeps getting better.”

“Hey sweetheart.” Frank stood on my doorstep with a bouquet of white lilies, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head enough to hide his cuts and bruises from prying eyes.

“These are for you.” Grinning, I took the beautiful flowers from his grasp and invited him inside. He pulled his hood back, all his facial injuries more visible to me.

“These are lovely, wish I could say the same about your face.” pushing up on my toes I kissed his cheek, thanking him for the flowers and walked past him to get to the kitchen.

“I think they make me look tough, you however…” throwing out the wilted roses that were in the windowsill I rinsed the vase and filled it up with clean water for the flowers he got me.

“Choose your next words wisely Castle.” strong arms wrapped around my stomach, pulling me flush against his towering frame.

"You look beautiful, bruises and all." his lips pressed against the top of my head; it feels good to be in his arms again but I can’t allow myself to get too attached to him again. He continued leaving kisses on my head and I took a step away from him.

“Are you taking off with Amy today?” my mood dampened at the thought of him leaving again, knowing that I’d be left behind again to constantly think about him. If he came here to say goodbye then he shouldn’t have because this is only going to hurt more when he walks out of my life.

“I put her on the first bus out of here this morning.” taking a hold of my hand he laced our fingers together, his thumb brushing against my skin.

“I’m staying.” my heart skipped a beat, I was not expecting him to stay in New York.

“You said that last time.”

“I know I did, I apologize and I’ll keep apologizing for that but this time I mean it.” Pulling my hand away from his, I walked off on him; I can’t do this again. As much as I love Frank I cannot fall for whatever the hell he plans on saying.

“I’m not going down this road again Frank, I can’t.”

“Sweetheart I get that you’re still upset but please, hear me out.” he caught up to me in the living room, securing his calloused hand around my wrist, begging me to stop and listen. Once he realized that I wasn’t going to move or interrupt him he continued.

“I was scared, that’s why I left. You and I happened unexpectedly, I wasn’t looking to find someone who actually gave a shit about me especially after all the bad things that I’ve done but then I met you and fuck, I fell in love with you.” his breath fanned against the shell of my ear with each word he spoke

“I never thought that I could feel this way again after Maria and the kids but you proved me wrong. You were the light at the end of the dark tunnel I was in, for Christ’s sake, I didn’t think I would ever see a way out. You saw all the ugly, all the fucked up parts of me and still gave me a chance.” my vision began to blur from the goddamn tears that were soon going to fall

Damn it Y/N, why do you cry so much?

“You're my second chance at having something special, something real. I fucked it up once and I’ll be damned if I do it a second time.”

“We could have talked it out the first time Frank, you could have told me what was on your mind.” turning to face him I placed my palms on his chest, his hands finding their spot on my hips.

“I would have understood.”

“How was I supposed to look you in the eyes and tell you that I made a mistake in rushing into things with you and that I feel like I’m cheating on my wife.” his eyes were red, he was fighting the urge to let them fall.

“Exactly like that. I get it, she was your everything, the kids too. I didn’t expect you to fall for me head first and to completely forget about her, about them. Grief takes a toll on every single one of us.” my voice broke at the end, a flash of my deceased ex-fiance, Luke, flashed before my eyes. Frank picked up on her change in mood as she spaced out for a second; it dawned on him.

“You lost someone.”

“My fiance, he was a marine, like you.”

“Did he lose his life in the field?”

“No, I wish he had gone that way to be honest, doing the thing he loved most but instead he had just gotten home from deployment. He took me to one of those fancy restaurants one night and we had fun. We were actually in the middle of singing our song on our way back to our place when a drunk driver broke a red light, running straight into his side of the car.” At this point my tears were freely falling down my face as I recalled one of the worst nights of my life. Frank brushed away my tears, waiting for me to continue.

“He didn’t die on impact. For thirty minutes I held his hand, forced to listen as he struggled to breathe. He didn’t care that he was dying, he just wanted me to know that he’s sorry and that he loved me. He kept repeating those two sentences until he finally stopped and the light in his eyes faded.” We both had our loved ones suddenly taken away from us and all that pain, grief and suffering is going to stick with us for the rest of our miserable lives.

“It’s not easy moving on, trust me, I know. It took me four years to fully recover from losing him and another year before I finally put myself back out there, only to fall into bed with another marine.” my tears had stopped flowing by now as I forced myself to not fall into that dark place again.

Frank felt like shit now, this revelation of what you’ve been through showed him just how much you both had in common. He thought back to the trial, he remembered how you stuck up for him when the others saw him as nothing more than a homicidal maniac.

“Is that why you stuck your neck out on the line for me during the trail?”

“Yes, I didn’t give a shit about all the assholes you put down during your search for the one responsible for taking your family away because I would’ve done exactly the same thing if the driver had gotten away.”

“It makes sense to me now.” It really did because for the life of him he never understood why this woman, a complete stranger, would stand up for him the way she did in that hospital room mere minutes after having a conversation with him.

“All that pain and guilt you still feel isn’t going away anytime soon, you just have to find some way to cope with it.”

“I’m sorry for your loss and you’re right, I should’ve told you what was going on before I took off like that.” he pulled me flush against him, kissing my temple in the process, I wrapped my arms around his muscular frame burying my face into his chest.

“Thank you and it’s okay, we all handle situations differently, I’m not holding it above your head.”

“You have got quite an interesting taste in men though.” I pinched his side and he took that as a cue to start laughing, he was most definitely right about that.

“Unfortunately.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because it is.” One second he was hugging me, the next he hoisted me up in his arms, holding on to my thighs as I secured my legs around his waist. He had a playful glint in his eyes and a smile now decorated his bruised face.

“No, nope, I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” he lowered himself on the couch, his hands messaging the exposed flesh of my ass cheeks my short pajama bottoms failed to cover.

“You know exactly what you’re up to, Mr. Castle.”

“Can’t say that I do, I’m just trying to watch TV with you in my arms.” Frank kicked his feet up on the coffee table, focusing his attention on the screen behind me, coaxing me to lie on his chest.

“I missed you sweetheart.”

“I missed you just as much, handsome.” closing my eyes I held onto him tightly, breathing in his scent.

Frank would always hold me like this every day after work the two months we were together, his way of catching up for the day we weren’t together and every now and then this innocent embrace would make a one hundred and eighty degree turn for not so innocent touching.

“Do you believe that there’s a reason things happened the way they did?”

With the heart-to-heart conversation we had mere minutes ago I couldn’t help but think that Frank and I had to go through so much crap in our lives to end up right where we are today. Suffering with the loss of the people that meant the world to us once; both of us are stuck with fragments of the last time we saw them, one second they were happy without a care in the world then the next, their lifeless bodies would just be there, haunting us forever.

“I don’t know about that but I do know that I’m glad that we found each other.” I fell quiet after that, Luke and his pearly white smile filling my mind.

“Tell me about him.” thinking that I probably misheard him I sat up

“You heard me talk about Maria and the kids so many times, now that I know there was a man in your life, I’d like to know more about him but only if you want to.”

“He was a total charmer, he knew all the right things to say and when to say it. He was smart, very articulate, thoughtful, funny and very big on respect.” I couldn’t help but smile at the day we had our first conversation.

“Luke was a regular at the coffee shop I worked at, everyday he’d come in and sit at the furthest booth at the back. I could tell he was staring at me when I wasn’t looking because every time I looked over in his direction he’d scramble to occupy himself with whatever book he had on the table. On day three he actually introduced himself to me and asked me out on a date."

"Where'd he take you?"

"We went bowling and then we stopped at the park for a bit. We really had a good time together for the three years that we lasted. I’ll miss him everyday but it’s time to move on.”

“Sounds like he loved you just as much.” Frank was about to say something further when my phone started ringing, excusing myself, I moved to the kitchen counter and answered by putting it on speaker.

“Hey are you joining us tonight for drinks at Josie’s?”

“No can do Foggy, I’ve got better things to do tonight.” Frank perked up in his seat, turning his head to look at me.

“You mean you’ve got someone to do tonight, is it Frank?” my cheeks heated up at Foggy’s blunt statement while the man on the sofa nodded, silently agreeing with him.

“Don’t sound so jealous Foggy Bear, you had your chance.” I made my way back to the couch and sat next to Frank holding the phone between us.

“You didn’t give me a chance, if you did I would’ve taken it and you know that.”

“Do I need to keep a close eye on you around my girl Nelson?”

“N-no s-sir, there’s no need for that.” Foggy turned into a stuttering mess

“Really because for a second there you had me worried.” he sounded so serious but yet still he was smiling like an idiot knowing that Foggy was probably shitting bricks right now.

“I’m sure.”

“Good because it would be a shame if I had to get you out of the way.”

“I promise you, there is no need to do that.” I could see Foggy sweating and pacing the floor in his office right now as I tried to hold in my laugh.

“Foggy he’s just messing with you, he’s not going to lay a hand on you.”

“I’m really not.”

“Noted, I’ll tell the others that you’re not coming tonight. Do you mind if we stop by tomorrow, we miss you at the office?”

“Why are you asking now Nelson, you guys have a habit of showing up whenever you feel like?” The three of them were known for just randomly showing up at my place, sometimes they would even let themselves in and make themselves at home. I personally don’t mind but now that it’s the two of us here, they’re going to have to break that habit.

“I don’t want to show up at your place to interrupt your baby making session.”

“Why not, you could probably learn a thing or two.”

“Goodbye Foggy!” I immediately hung up the phone, Frank was laughing his ass off now, proud of himself for getting Foggy all worked up.

“Don’t give me that look, that was fun to me.”

“You scared him, I’m sure he’s never going to hug me or look at me too long after today.”

“I don’t care sweetheart, you’re mine.”

He leaned down pecking my lips a couple times as he eased me onto my back, fixing himself between my legs. My hands roamed beneath his shirt, familiarizing themselves with the feel of his hot skin against my palms. His hips started rocking against mine, the friction eliciting a moan from us both.

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Frank’s POV

This woman has no idea how much she has me wrapped around her finger. Just one kiss and I swear, I’m lost in her.

She asked me earlier if I believe that there was a reason that we went through so much hurt, so much pain and truthfully, I do believe that life had other plans for us both. We had it all at one point, lost it all in a split second and along the way of trying to make sense of it all, we found each other.

She is my saving grace.

And I’m going to do my absolute best to do right by her this time.

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[fruitcoops]

I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

#finn ohara #logan tremblay #alex ohara #leo knut #oknutzy #cubs #hurt/comfort #sweater weather #vaincre #my fic #fanfic #brothers #broken bones

[hallelujahmeatgod]

GUILT

+Keisuke Baji x reader

+Baji seeing you cry for the first time.

+warning/s: lil' angst, cursing.

+word count: 2723

You tapped your pen anxiously against your desk, more than ready to sprint the fuck out of the classroom.

You kept looking back and forth to your phone, your teacher and the clock. No control at all over the anxiety creeping into your system as time passes by.

Earlier, when you were just about to answer an exam you received a message from Mitsuya. You almost ignored it because you want to be as focused as you can be on the exam because you're not one to take studying lightly.

But thank goodness you did peek at it, but when you did your heart literally fell to your stomach and the whole world felt like it crashed down on top of you, full weight all on you, crushing you.

The message goes: Hey, you're probably taking an exam right now so I don't want to bother you, but I know for a fact you wouldn't forgive us if no one informed you about this right now. Baji, he's badly wounded right now. He confronted the men from the other gang that had disrespected Mikey, and he got beat up, pretty badly. It's so bad we needed to take him to the hospital. I can't really tell you not to panic or worry, but please try to stay as calm as you can. We got him. We'll look after him until you can come.

So there you are contemplating whether you should be relieved that you had read it right away or maybe you should've just read it after the exams so that you wouldn't feel like just fleeing right now. You never answered an exam so fast in your life.

After what seems like an eternity, the papers are finally submitted and you're dismissed. You fled the classroom in a flash, not even bothering to put your stuff back in your bag properly.

You power walked to the hospital, your heart pounding hard through your chest as if it's about to jump out. On your way there, there is nothing on your mind but Baji being in a fucked up state right now, because they don't usually have to be taken to the hospital. Even if they're all messed up they never really get patched up in the hospital, so Baji being admitted to the hospital means he's just NOT OKAY. He might just be in a gruesome state.

"You better be fucking okay or I'll beat you up even more." You mumbled through gritted teeth, sniffling, holding back the tears threatening to fall.

When you finally got to the hospital and got that hospital scent, shivers ran down your spine. You hate hospitals.

When you got to the floor he's in you saw the members all waiting outside the emergency room.

"Y/n!" Emma called, ushering you.

"He's in there right now. He's in really bad shape, I'm gonna be honest with you. He could barely breathe on his own when we saw him. But thankfully, we got to him quickly so we were able to get him here right away. You okay?" Mikey filled you in, holding you by the shoulders. You looked back at him, nodding, not really showing much emotions because honestly you're lost right now. You don't know which emotion to feel.

He could barely breathe. That played in your mind nonstop, making you just want to drop down to the floor and weep. But you can't be a weeping mess when he's fighting for his life inside. You have to be strong, so you can punch him in the face when you get to him. How stupid to confront those men by himself.

You looked around the guys, some of them giving you worried looks in which you returned with a weak smile, nodding at them to assure them you're fine. You're fucking not. You're far from it.

Your eyes fell on Chifuyu who's sitting on the ground, head hanging low. He's the only one who didn't greet you, when usually he'd be the first one to do so. You walked to him and sat beside him on the floor.

"Are you okay?" You asked the blonde who's literally burning holes on the ground by how intense he's looking at it.

His features softened when he heard you. He slowly looked at you, giving you a defeated look. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect and help him. I should've been there with him. I didn't know." He said, almost choking as he fought the tears.

You brought your hand to his head, caressing it lightly. “Nobody knew, so don't beat yourself up for it. Let’s be strong and beat him together when he’s better, then let's share peyoung noodles by ourselves, how about that?” Chifuyu instantly lit up, nodding his head like an excited puppy who’s owner just came home.

You guys waited for hours, which felt like an eternity. Some guys were eventually dismissed by Mikey though they didn't want to leave, since you guys were cramming the waiting area.

You just sat there in silence, not being your usual loud and talkative self. I mean, how could you? That very stupid, hard headed guy who you love so much is in the emergency room in whatever fucked up state he's in.

"Who are the relatives of Keisuke Baji?" A doctor finally came out, looking around the room.

All of you stood up, looking at the doctor expectantly. The group made way for Mikey, Chifuyu, and you to step up to the doctor. "We all are." Mikey answered for all of you.

"Well" The doctor cleared his throat. "He was in such a bad condition when you admitted him, which is why it took quite some time to tend to him. There was a moment when he couldn't breath by himself and his pulse was too weak."

Every single one of you looked down, Emma and some men including Chifuyu started tearing up. There's really nothing you can hear but the doctor flipping through the pages on his board and their sniffling.

"H-how is he now?" You found the courage to speak up. Your voice never sounded so low, so weak, and fragile. Lord knows you're more than ready to have a breakdown right now. But you just have to find out this instant how he's doing, because one more moment of not knowing might just make your head explode.

"He's not in the best condition." The doctor announced. If your heart had already sunk earlier, now your heart feels as if it's just been shattered.

"He's got bruises all over his body as well as broken bones. He's probably not gonna be able to move or do very physical activities for quite some time. But he's a lucky guy. Though bruised up and fractured, we didn't see any serious problems that might put his health at risk, and that's because you were able to admit him here right away. He just needs to rest up and let his wounds and injuries heal."

There it is, the rainbow after the storm, the light at the end of the tunnel.

A breath all of you unknowingly had been holding was released all at once. The sad cries are now replaced with happy ones. You engulfed Chifuyu in a warm hug, keeping him up for his legs had given up on him. You eventually felt a tap on your shoulder, and when you looked back it was Mikey.

"Doctor said we can go check on him now. You should go." He smiled at you and you gave him back a smile, understanding what he's trying to say.

"Fuyu, wanna come with me?" You looked back at Chifuyu just as you were about to enter Baji's room.

"You should go" Chifuyu gave you a knowing smile. You smiled weakly at all of them and they returned it with nods of encouragement and reassurances.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind before entering fully.

There he lies, whole body, from head to toe wrapped in gauze. If this were any other occasion that isn't serious you would have probably even joked that he looked like a mummy.

He instantly felt your presence so he whipped his head towards your direction, briefly forgetting that he's in no good state so he ended up wincing from the sore neck.

"Take it easy there" You made your way to him, voice filled with concern.

He just gave you one of his strong stares, almost like a glare, not saying a word.

"A-are you feeling much better--"

"I am, stop worrying." He said in an almost annoyed tone, turning his head to the side to avoid your gaze. Which confused you. Why's he acting this way? Is he in any position to even act this way?

"What's the problem, Baji?" You asked as calmly as you can because the last thing you want is to fight him in his current situation.

He clicked his tongue, confirming that he was annoyed. "Just leave me alone" He said in a very dismissive way that really made you stare at him in shock.

You didn't move. You don't even feel like you're breathing. You just looked at him trying to decipher the situation in front of you, trying to decipher him.

All the emotions you’ve been trying hard to control have just sprung free, not giving you any more chance to control them. You’re starting to get so overwhelmed that you didn't even realize that tears are falling down your eyes. You only realized it yourself when you heard your own sob escape your lips.

Baji looked at you in a flash when he heard that sound. A sound he's never heard from you before. When he looked at you, you were dropping to your knees as you sobbed uncontrollably.

This is the first time he's seeing you cry and he hates it already.

All the attitude, annoyance, and frustrations he has was suddenly washed away with panic. He tried propping himself up but he physically just can't. The sound of your sobs is so painful that it feels as though he's being stabbed in the heart.

"Y-Y/n, w-why-- I-I" He stuttered, unable to speak properly.

You looked up at him from the ground, vision cloudy because of the tears pooling on your eyes. "D-don't ask me to leave you alone, Baji. Not wh-when I felt like I was g-gonna die when I found out y-you're hurt." You sobbed harder. "I was w-worried sick, Baji! When I found out about you being beaten up there's nothing else I want to do but be where you are and save you. I wanted to leave everything earlier, it took everything in me to not storm out of the classroom to get to you. My fucking world COLLAPSED, I was scared as shit, just imagining you fucking beaten black and blue. Imagining you heaving for fucking air while you lay on the cold, hard concrete fucking broke my heart. I was shattered completely because there's a small voice in my head that says I can lose you. AND I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING LOSE YOU. You're the only one I've ever loved like this, so If I were to lose you how am I going to continue living? I don't want to be in a lifetime without you in it, because then I'd just be existing, not living." You looked into his eyes, tears still falling from yours. He's also got tears running down his cheeks as he laid flat on the bed, can't really do anything because his body wouldn't let him. All he could do was cry out as he felt the guilt creep up his chest, swallowing his heart whole.

No words were said nor exchanged for a while after that. The only sound to be heard in the room are both of your small sobs, sniffling, and the beeps from the monitors connected to him.

“Come here.” Was the first thing he said when he managed to calm down a bit.

You slowly looked up from the floor, wiping your tears as you blink the remaining tears on your eyes away. He just looked down at you waiting for you. You didn’t ask anymore, you just stood up and walked to the side of his bed, towering over him.

He patted his chest looking at you with guilt. You didn’t put up a fight and gently laid your head on his chest, carefully wrapping your arms on his torso. This is what you’ve been meaning to do ever since you laid eyes on him. This is what you’ve been wanting to feel, his warmth and his beating heart giving you the reassurance that he’s right here.

“I-I’m very sorry” He breathed out, voice shaky. “I shouldn’t have acted like that, it was very immature. I just hate worrying people and I saw it all over your face when you came in. But what I hate even more is seeing you cry, and knowing that it’s because of me broke me even more. I’m so sorry for worrying you, for making you feel helpless, and for making you cry. I love you.”

You just sobbed on his chest, nuzzling more onto them as he wrapped one of his arms around your torso and the other to your head. Feeling his gentle breathing and the beat of his heart under you instantly washed all your worries away.

“I love you too.” You said, lifting your head, kissing the hand he has on your head before resting your chin on his chest so you can look at him. “Don’t do that shit again, Baji. You’re in a gang for a reason, you have like a hundred other guys with you so you should’ve asked for their help or talked to them about it first. I know you got offended on behalf of Mikey but I'm pretty sure he didn’t want you ending up in this state for him. This is seriously a stupid stunt. You even made Fuyu cry, you jerk!” You fully stood up, hitting him lightly on the chest. Light but hard enough for it to hurt, because you want that shit to hurt.

“OWWW!” He yelled. You just rolled your eyes at him, but then brushed some hair out of his face.

“I’m serious, don’t do that again.” You said, looking deeply into his deep dark eyes. He nodded at you leaning on your hand that’s still brushing his hair. “Promise?”

He tugged on your hand and connected your lips. Your lips danced slowly yet passionately. Everything else that he can’t put into words you completely felt through the kiss. “Promise” He breathed out. You gave him a warm smile and stood up straight.

“You better keep that promise because if you don’t expect me to beat you up, and I know Chifuyu wouldn’t think twice helping me”

“You guys are mean” He pouted.

“And you’re stupid” You retorted. Before the conversation could turn into a full blown argument, Chifuyu’s head popped inside the room.

“BAJI-SANNNNN~ Nice to see you’re still intact, considering you’re a dumbass.” Chifuyu chirped, standing beside you making you laugh.

“So everyone’s really gonna slap it to me that I’m stupid huh?” Baji groaned.

“Oh for sure. You’ll probably even get an actual slap from Mikey, maybe even a kick, who knows?” Chifuyu shrugged while lifting a plastic bag. “Y/n, look what I got!” He said fishing out the content inside. You snickered when you figured out what it was and you gave Baji a devilish look.

✨PEYOUNG NOODLES✨

“You know how we plan to share one after we beat him up when he’s all good? Well since it’ll take time for us to beat him up, might as well eat now since he did exhaust us” Chifuyu grinned and you pat his head, giving him a proud parent look.

“Good call, Fuyu! Let’s eat!” You chirped.

“You guys aren’t seriously going to eat that in front of me right?” Baji gave you and Chifuyu a desperate look but you two just shrugged.

“ITADAKIMASU!!!” You and Chifuyu exclaimed, digging into your shared peyoung noodles.

“I’d rather be beaten up by those guys again than endure this torture. You spawns of the devil!” Baji groaned.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revenger imagines #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revenger x reader #tokrev baji #baji x reader #tokrev #toman baji #baji imagines #i freaking miss baji huhu i cant bye

[ayamturd]

yourself│awesamdude

summary: love is precious, love is pure; how insecure thoughts and concerns trouble a scared lover, and how to convince one they are deserving of said love

warnings: descriptive insecure + self-deprecating thoughts, slight angst to fluff

pairing: in-game c!awesamdude

a/n: couldn’t stop thinking of this concept, i wouldn’t physically sleep till i wrote it all out lol

pls know you are loved, that you matter and are important. even if it doesn’t feel like, i’ll say now that i do, i love you. i don’t need to know you to know you deserve love, you deserve to know you are amazing for being yourself and for simply trying your best by existing for what it is <3

wc: (2.1k) - m.list

“Why do you love me?”

It was late. Very late. 

The sky was pitch black and the forest held nothing but a ringing silence to screen, the brief sounds of woodland creatures along with lurking monsters occasionally breaking through. While the night was alive by the stir of the wind, the world above was obscured beneath the depths of the newly discovered mineshaft.

You were tired, your body aching and sore from the continuous grind along side your lover for the past few hours now. Unbeknownst to you, the early morn had been replaced with the midnight sky, the twists of the cave’s darkness becoming so lost to your sensitive eyes. 

While you were resting on a large boulder, Sam’s stamina was relentless as he worked to mine into the next cave tunnel. He was beautiful, to say the least. 

The ever so flicker of nearby torches illuminated only the best of his features, his usual mask hanging low around his neck due to the cramped and tight spaces underground. His brows were furrowed, the gentle concentration that pulled onto his face strangely handsome to observe. 

His hair, the dark yet notable green shade, was seemingly drenched with sweat. In spite of how dreadful the thought could come across, it only did him wonders when weighing his locks down to frame his face. It curled around his eyes, the sage emerald-color contrasting his light skin tone while emphasizing the dark glisten of his squinted eyes. 

Through his intent and determined grunts with every swing of his blade against the course stone, his stance was firm and strong, each strike crumbling beneath him from pure strength and integrity. 

Moments like these were random, but reoccurring. Moments where you could stop to stare at him for hours on end, appreciate him for what he was and all that he did, yet question on why he was still here.

Why someone so talented and earnest in his work could even consider you as someone special, someone worth his attention and love to be with. 

You spoke before you could stop to process your words and what possible answer he could imagine. Your curiosity got the better of you, and your insecurity blinded your perception. It didn’t seem like he heard you initially, and as you began to take it as a sign to forget the question entirely, his diligent swings stopped and his heavy panting filled the air. 

He carelessly rested the large tool on top of his shoulders, twisting only his head in your direction while wiping the salty sting of raining sweat from his eyes. 

“Huh?”

“Why do you love me?” you asked again. 

Pushing yourself up, you glanced down while fiddling with your pickaxe, the old wrap around its handle fraying ever so lightly despite its lack of consistent use. You’d need to replace it soon. 

“I just- it’s hard sometimes, you know? To think why you’ve stayed with me for so long or why you even want to stay with me altogether.”

You suddenly lost all courage, and couldn’t dare look him straight in the eye from your admittance. There was an unfounded trust your relationship, no doubt, but trust can only go far when comparing yourself to others. This was a question of worth, of importance when believing one has nothing special to give to someone who deserves the world. 

“Love…”

Shaking your head, you turned away from him to face the arching gem wall, driving your pickaxe into the thick, shimmering stone with a slam before wrapping your arms around yourself. You bit the inner side of your check, loose and anxious thoughts raging wild to come through in the vulnerable space.

Your hands shook in unpredictable expectations, fingers twitching against your pounding chest.

“I know you’re going to dismiss it as some kind of nonsense, ‘insecurity’ thing and honestly, you wouldn’t be wrong. But I can’t help it when you’re you and I’m me.”

The pause that followed was unbearable. Steady breathes pervaded the tense air, and after what felt to be an entirety in harsh, prolonged silence, you heard the shuffles of his feet when cautiously approaching you from behind.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His tone was serious, yet his voice soft. Like he was cornering a scared and injured animal, he seemed mindful of his volume for your own concern. Another quality to consider: he was too kind than for what you rightfully earned.

There was so much to say, yet so little at the same time. You were at a loss for words on how to explain something so broad and conceptually troubling to see through. How does one explain how little they matter? How meaningless they are in the grand scheme of things to someone that only tries to see the best of them.

Someone that would refuse a truth for the sake of your troubled mentality.

“Well- you know…”

He stood directly behind you now, his radiating warmth encompassing your entire being, leaving you to shudder from the sharp contrast in the freezing underground. Hands hovering your rigid shoulders, he contemplated touching you but decided against it. He dropped his arms to his side with a sigh. 

“No, I don’t. What possible reasoning could you have for me not to love you?”

His pleading whisper was left unanswered, your body frozen to the guilt that consumed you from worrying him over your own problematic assumptions. As if he could read you, he began a different approach to break through to you. 

“Why do you love me?”

His unexpected question immediately caused you to go in defense. Spinning around, you glared up at him with resistant eyes, the response to trade your unsure gaze with ones that screamed in flipped concern for his own good. 

“Don’t do that.”

Sam’s own eyes remained just as hard, the unnatural line from his neutral expression pulling further to create an evident frown. He was just as serious as you.

“I’m serious here. What reasoning do you have to love me? A screw up, that does nothing but hurt others no matter how much I try in opposition to protect.”

Admittedly shaking your head, you unconsciously reached to grab the front of his chest plate, the enchanted armor glowing beneath your bare hands as you forcefully pushed him in disagreement. 

You knew what he was referencing to, and how hard the events became for him. No matter if Tommy would never forgive him, he had yet to forgive himself in any reasonable sense. 

“You know that’s not true. Mistakes are mistakes that can’t always be avoided or your fault.”

Tilting his head, Sam’s nose scrunched aggressively to your argument with a scowl.

“Can’t it?” 

While your face dropped from his jarring snap, he only sighed before bowing his head away, rubbing the back of his head with a tired exhale and dropped shoulders. It was his turn to struggle with his own words as you stared intensely for his explanation. 

His voice were soft again, and wavered slightly in the near beginning. 

“I’m not perfect, far from it actually. No matter how many times you try and reassure me of the fact, I’ll never truly believe anything there is good to say about me. I only see the worst of myself,” he murmured. Although a majority of his speech could have easily been missed from his airy quiet, your ears were strained and focused solely on him. 

As you tried to step closer to comfort him in some way or another, he finished his final thought then, causing you to freeze once more. 

“And when that negatively becomes too much, I look to you as my light.”

Sam sheepishly faced you, his bashful grin completely deviating from the conversation at hand.  An unexpected heat rushed to your face, causing you fall apart by the mere power behind his words. 

He gave an airy chuckle, closing his eyes with a gentle smile and opening to reveal such fragility in all he had to tell, eyes watering from the sight of you. 

“You give me more hope than I think I could ever deserve. From your shining smile to the smallest forms of affection, you give me a love irreplaceable by others and unconceivable to consider.” 

Biting your lip, your eyes also began to tear from the overly tender conceptions. He knew better than to let your thoughts run wild and interrupt him, so he continued before you could open your mouth in protest.

“I love you, for everything you’ve sacrificed and lost. You are my strength that pulls me through, inspires me to continue even on the hardest of days. You teach me to forgive myself and work through my hardships for a greater objective at play.” 

Steadily nearing your emotional state, Sam carefully pulled your hands into his own and caressed your knuckles with his callous thumbs. He squeezed them tightly once, before reaching a singular hand against your cheek, catching the fallen tears that escaped your adoring eyes.

“Even if you unintentionally did, you became that objective to pull me through it all.”

A sob escaped you, and Sam was quick to pull you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head earnestly while resuming to whisper his declaration against your hair.  

“I love you and all that you do. Everything that I said now, everything that I know how to express, it does nothing to how much you truly impact by merely existing as yourself.”

“Sam-” you had tried to interject, stop him from tearing you to complete bits as an over sentimental puddle, but he chose to speak over you instead. 

“I don’t love you simply because you’ve given so much to me, that you’ve went through notions with my sake as priority. I don’t care for any of that in all honesty. I love you, because you do all that you do as yourself.”

Shudder breathes caused you to shake beneath his firm hold, his only response to pull you inhumanely closer if possible. 

“It doesn’t matter why or what pushes you to do what you do, it’s the fact that you exist as yourself, that that beautiful heart of yours goes beyond any and all expectations anyone can conceive of you and never fails to the most of any situation to come.”

“You amaze me, y/n,” he hummed. Pulling you back, he raised a single finger below your chin to lift your face to his. He leaned a near breathes away, with an indescribable admiration that caused more tears to spill. 

“Why do I love you?” he re-asked.

His own tears coursed down his dirt stained skin, and you habitually moved to cup both of his cheeks. 

“Because you’re able to love me, and not even know the adverse effects you cause to those around you.”

Bringing your forehead to his, he kissed your scrunched nose as he released a small whimper, for he had nothing left to express through words. 

“If ever you question yourself again, ask yourself how are you able to love someone like me, and know that that same confounding thought shakes my very core and beats my love-stricken heart for you.”

Bonus:

Pathetic giggles bounced around the gem filled enclosure, the high of work finally wearing you both down into a helpless mess of two exhausted, yet stubborn lovers. 

You leaned heavily into Sam’s hold, his own stance faltering from the unexpected weight you gave in as he groaned from the fast movement. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready for some rest, wouldn’t you say?” 

Giving out incomprehensible whines smothered into the crook of his arm, you raised a lazy hand to give a subtle thumbs up. Sam laughed loudly, and took your silent gesture as an answer. 

“You ready to climb back to the surface then?”

Mellow wails spoke for themselves, and he shook his head in joking disbelief to how drained you easily became. 

With you still in his arms, he maneuvered around you to grab both of your pickaxes and gathered resources, them too heavy to physically carry for his next course of action. He pulled out his Enderchest and swiftly packed everything away. 

Once everything else was settled, he worked on the actual situation in hand; literally, it being you basically asleep on your feet against his balanced arms. 

“Here,” he spoke. Lifting from your waist, he placed you on top of an overgrown gem stone and steadied your footing before quickly turning. He gripped your thighs, and even in your tired state, you instinctively jumped onto his back. 

He sighed when adjusting you, before making the trek back up the stair incline.

“To think I choose to love you.” 

You yawned loudly, and to his surprise, comprehended his words enough to respond.

“Mmmm, that sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” Head propped between his neck, he glanced down at you with a smirk. 

“Maybe, but a problem I welcome nonetheless.”

#dream smp x you #dream smp x reader #awesamdude x reader #awesamdude x you #awesamdude x gn!reader #awesamdude imagine #awesamdude x reader fluff #mcyt x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dsmp x reader

[aminiatureworld]

Leaden Dreams

Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 1,908

Warnings: Vague depictions of sleep paralysis

Premise: In which the reader experiences sleep paralysis

Author’s Note: First time writing Kazuha! I just finished his story quest today, so I hope that I have an okay grasp on him. Still working on his talking style a bit but I adore his personality.

Also though I experience the part of sleep paralysis where you’re awake but can’t move (can’t recommend the experience) it’s usually during the day so I don’t really experience dreams. As of such if this is inaccurate in any ways I’m very sorry.

Albedo

Albedo knew about sleep paralysis on a theoretically level, knew that it was a phenomenon that caused one’s brain to awaken when the body was still fast asleep. He’d never given the concept much thought, not any more than he might any other bit of science that remained shelved in his mind.

Now that was certainly not the case.

Albedo knew the telltale signs, the small spasms that revealed the battle between your mind and your body. Knowing that you were fighting to move your limbs, open your eyes, relax your jaw, he would always speak first, knowing that you might not immediately respond.

“It’s alright my dear, I’m here. I know it’s frightening, but I promise you’ll be able to move soon. Just focus on one thing, alright? Maybe your eyes this time, since last time you tried moving your tongue. That’s it, just one thing first. It’s always better to start small.”

He wouldn’t move from his sleeping position until you regained control of your body, afraid that a sudden touch might cause you even more distress. Keeping himself carefully pressed into the mattress he didn’t fare lift his head, for fear his face might melt into something frightening. Since he knew he was helpless, his goal became to stop things from getting worse.

The moment you began to move however the alchemist would jump into action. Turning lights on he would pick up the glass of water from his nightstand before gathering you up into his arms, positioning himself so you could listen to his heartbeat as you drank. The first time it had happened he had left the room to get the glass to soon, and the memory of you curled up desperately into the covers still tugged at him.

Albedo would then go through what you had half-dreamed with you, thoroughly debunking all the distortions of your normal life. That shadowed human outside the window was a combination of the balcony and the half opened curtains. The voices were partially his own, partially your brain trying to process your own breathing. The figure hiding behind the door of the hallway was because of the boxed piled along the other side of the wall. The people dancing on the ceiling could be fixed with a repaint. Over and over he would remind you of the fact that you were safe, that your amygdala was simply going into overdrive. Over and over he would thoroughly debunk your nightmares until once more things settled into place, piles of clothing becoming one more fabric, dressers no longer dancing as if possessed.

He would tell you to wake him up if he began falling back to sleep, determined that he should be watching over you to make sure an episode didn’t happen as you were falling back asleep.

In reality though you didn’t mind if he drifted off a little before you. His breathing was a soothing melody, his slow, steady heartbeat a rhythm with which you could anchor yourself. He was staid and sure, and that was something you grasped onto desperately, something you would never stop appreciating.

Soon enough his reasons would soothe your mind, and you’d fall once more asleep.

 Kazuha

The first thing Kazuha always did was pull the blankets over you. If the outside world was threatening you, then he’d simply block it out.

Making a cocoon around the two of you he would begin to tell stories. Fairy tales, things that had happened to him during his travels, anything that you brain might latch onto. The stories were always very short and self-contained, easy to understand, and through your panic addled brain you always seemed to find them.

Sometimes when things were particularly bad he’d softly cradled your hands, careful not to move to quickly or too suddenly in case the sensation caused you to panic even more.

“Our hands fit together so well, don’t you think? I could write a poem about them, or maybe about yours. Maybe you’ll help me with it after this is over? It will be soon dearest, I know it will.”

Sometimes he would sing little songs that he’d picked up. Usually sea shanties, their rhythm helped you, less complex than poetry, more lyrical than the jagged fear that screamed at you.

Kazuha wouldn’t ask you to share immediately. When you finally moved he would first squeeze your hands gently, kissing them before your forehead, asking if it was too hot beneath the blankets, then making sure a light was on if you needed a little fresh air.

He never acknowledged what had happened before you did, but he wouldn’t pretend like it didn’t happen either. Instead he would ask if you wanted to listen to a story or tell one. Whichever you chose he would keep holding your hands, making sure that even when he gave you space there was still something that grounded you.

Sometimes when you cried he would tell a very specific story.

“There once was a warrior, brave of heart. So brave were they that shadows tried to chase them. Someone this noble cannot exist! They cried out. The warrior must be false. We will find their weakness. However no matter how hard they tried this weakness was never found. For the warrior was truly brave in heart and soul.”

Normally you might consider such a story overdone, but in those liminal moments between fear and sleep the story format helped. This was simply a harrowing part of a story, but there would surely be a better end.

 Scaramouche

Scaramouche never thought that he’d ever sleep next to you.

Humans were loud and irritating, and that only became more true when the Harbinger was trying to get a few precious hours of sleep.

However after a particularly bad week he decided that the only solution to your terrible lack of attention was to deal with the matter himself.

He wasn’t necessarily nice about it, grumbling about your poor sleeping habits, saying that this was an awful waste of time. However the moment that panic consumed you, the moment that things started to twist around you, you felt a sudden hand on your arm.

“These idiotic phantoms are nothing. Come on, I know you’re strong enough. How could you ever let something so puny win against you.”

Though you certainly didn’t agree with him about that you had to admit it helped somewhat. Though your initial panic never disappeared, it became easier to climb out of your dreams, to see a light at the end of the endless tunnel of fear.

Every time you jerked once more awake Scaramouche let himself admit some sort of relieved satisfaction.

“You’ve done it again. As you always have. I don’t know why I bother sleeping here when you’re competent enough on your own.”

Nevertheless Scaramouche would always let you embrace him, not commenting on the tears that often accompanied you. Loosely resting his arms on your back he let out exaggerated breaths.

“Will you sleep now?”

It didn’t matter if you said no. Scaramouche would simply mutter something about bad sleep habits, but he would nevertheless stay awake.

He would always fall asleep last, even when his eyes burned slightly and his body called out for rest.

If he was going through all this trouble after all, he might as well see it through to the end.

 Xiao

Xiao saw dreams as extensions of human karma, of human wants and needs and wishes.

If a human dreamt a good wish, it was a revelation of their hearts desire. If they tossed and turned with nightmares it was their fears and shames manifesting. A dream was never just a dream, a shuffle of random events and names and faces. Dreams were alive; dreams had their own wills, all connected to the will of the human they were attached too.

Xiao loathed to see you haunted by your dreams. How could someone so wonderful as your be chased by something so awful? The little that you told your partner caused a distant sort of dread. He could never understand your fear of falling asleep, but he surely felt the dread of whether or not you might be allowed peace.

The threads that surrounded you, that surrounded all humans, always tensed when you were entering an episode. Careful not to leave your side too much Xiao would light a few candles, not too much to be jarring to your eyes, not too little to add to your nightmares. If you could only open your eyes then Xiao would pay even more attention, making sure that the dim lighting didn’t add to your distress, shifting the candles or blowing them out if need be.

Xiao didn’t talk much normally, but he would keep up a steady stream of questions in these moments, even if you couldn’t answer them. Whether you were aware of his presence, whether the window being open was a problem or not, whether you needed more light or less. He would keep these questions in the back of his mind for you to answer once you could again, not only so he could do better next time, but in case the nightmares we too close to be spoken about.

Usually Xiao would ask about them again in the morning, and sometimes you would discuss it then. Though the yaksha knew that nightmares were often the fears that humans accumulated, the curses that attached themselves to unsuspecting victims, he never talked about that aspect with you, indeed when he talked about it at all. Most of the time he would just listen, tracing soft circles along your back and down your arms.

Right after an episode Xiao would make his way over to you. Most of the time he would stay in one place while the episode was happening, near the candles or by the window, making sure he didn’t startle you anymore. Now though he might move every once in a while, or turn your head softly towards him if your eyes became fixated on one spot in the room. Always he’d go to open the window, and the familiarity of the routine became something that lulled you back into a sense of piece.

Not sleeping himself Xiao never told you that you need more rest, that you should go back to sleep. If you needed to stay up the rest of the night so be it, he would be there with you. If you were too tired and found yourself drifting off to sleep he would promise to protect you, to fight off any demons that might be lurking.

Sometimes Xiao feared that his burden of curses exacerbated your sleep paralysis. Those evenings he would wait for you to sleep before slipping away. Always he would leave his sleeve and his mask, making sure that if you woke up you would still have something of his presence to comfort or protect yourself with. Those nights he would stare out into Liyue and think about all the things that he carried with him, all the things that you did too.

Regardless of those nights he would be there in the morning.

“Did you sleep well afterwards?” He would always ask. Regardless of your answer, which he would surely pay attention to after his second question, he would stare into your eyes.

“Do you think things would be easier without my presence?”

Always you said no.

#idk why but I enjoyed writing xiao especially for this #not that I did love all of these this is such a good prompt #genshin impact fanfiction #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin albedo #kaedahara kazuha #genshin scaramouche #genshin xiao #genshin impact #scenarios #headcanons #very short scenarios lol #requested #my writing

[prof-peach]

Hey Professor! I was wondering if there's a story behind your aversion to water and water type pokemon?

Well yeah kind of. But it is a bit of a long one, so buckle up buttercup.

When I was very young I lived on a farm, a stones throw from the ocean, you could leave the back door, and walk down about 30meters and be at a cliff face that dropped down to rocks and waves that would crashed against the stone cliff face no matter the weather, and though the view was beautiful, it held a lot of danger. I was free to wander, my family were very free-reign with my upbringing, and so I had a lot of time to myself. They had to run a farm, handle a herd of 300 strong Miltank, plus the 15-20 Tauros, numerous gogoat, torchic, some Rapidash, mareep, you know, the works. No time to watch the kid.

Our farm was so far away from other people, I never got to hang with other kids, but I liked that a lot, never was social. So my one friend was Valka, an angry little vulpix who had been entrusted to me, instead of being put down. She had broken into the torchic coop and got herself stuck, after killing many of them. So after fighting for her life and arguing her case to the adults, I was granted her to prove I could reform her, or be trusted? I’m not entierly sure, it was a very long time ago, all the same, we paired up, and eventually bonded through reading and working together. A silent partnership, I watched the chickens, she watched me, it worked for us.

Where I was got nothing but heat, all the time, winter was hot, spring was hot, summer, like the devils butthole, autumn, hot but rainy. The sweet relief from this was swimming in the ocean. Back then I was confident! I’d wade into tide pools, hang around all kinds of water Pokemon, loved it, you could hardly get me out, eventually I got a little older and was trusted to use a reasonably sharp metal stick to go spear hunting for stunfish to eat, and krabby to boil up. It was good, even Val would hop about the rocky ledges to the tide pools, and accompany me far out, almost to the edge of the reef during low tide.

Little did I know the dangers I was right next to, as a child you don’t focus on that, you deal with what’s directly in front of you for the most part. So one day I’m out with Val, fishing as per usual, one of the farm staff was on the beach keeping an eye on me half heartedly, but we wandered round the coast’s harsh corner, into new territory, and out of sight. The rocky ledges were harder to traverse but I was determined, I had plenty of time to check out the new location and get back before the tide changed, so why not right?

One misplaced footing, that’s all it took, I slipped into a pool that was 4-5 meters across, scratched my leg on some dead coral, and sunk, way deeper than any rock pool I was use to wading into. This under water cavern opened up into a space that could possibly hold a Wailord. It was dark, and cold, and the tide seemed to pull me further down. Val being a fire type was adverse to get in, and I am to this day glad she didn’t jump in. With the water dragging me further down, I felt my whole body go cold as the light above got dimmer, and the pressure of being under that far began to hurt my chest, ears feeling like they’d explode under the depth.

The scratch I’d acquired on my way into this watery space led Pokemon to me, first small, a school of chinchou, they seemed passive and quickly left me to sink further. Then a great cluster of Staryu, one even tried to pull me back up to the surface, but they again fled, something moved behind me, made my blood run cold. I swivelled and clocked eyes with a Carvanha, one, then two, no three. I heard the area was riddled with them, but because I stayed in shallow water I never got too close, and seemed to consider myself safe. One got a little closer, but they all fled, something far bigger and way meaner was close by.

I heard water above me shift, something disturbed it, looking up all I could see was a figure, big but coming towards me, and below, another form shifted, the far meaner Pokemon everything had been afraid of. A Sharpedo, white tip on its fins, rows of teeth as it’s mouth hung open, coming at me with unnervingly slow speed. I’m usually pretty chill with Pokemon but this one just didn’t take its eyes off of me, seemed to look through, I was snack sized compared to this thing, and it was very aware of that.

As the air began to run low, and fear set in I struggled and kicked, and squirmed, and did just about everything I could to look bigger and meaner than the Sharpedo, who just kept slowly swimming forward, so calm yet completely focused. It took a bite at me, enough to nick my leg, but I was pulled to one side, by a familiar family Pokemon. My mother had a particularly kind Azumarill, who had noticed torrents of fire being spewed from Val as she sent an alarm to my disappearance above the water I had sunk beneath. The big water mouse Pokemon had dove in from the cliffs at the end of the garden and come to the rescue, just in time too.

We all jetted our the ocean at such speed, landing hard on the coral rocks, scrapes and scratches, covered in cuts from impact, the shadow of that Pokemon that stayed in the deep rock pool vanishing into tunnels. I never ran so fast to get to land, it was far too close for my liking. I did not volenterily get in the water again after that.

In the years ahead while I stayed on the land, occasionally fishermen would be pulled to shore, missing limbs, some not surviving the waters. There was sightings of that same Pokemon, out far in the deeps, past the reef, but occasionally its white tipped fin would be seen in the odd deep pool, waiting for something to fall in.

I couldn’t get back in the water after that, not confidently. It’s not that I don’t like water Pokemon, I love them, most are very kind, well rounded and certainly fun Little dudes, I just can’t give them the care and time I would like, I don’t like to be in the environment they prefer, and getting into a man-made pool with them is about as far as I can go. I use to not even manage that, it’s taken me years to get ahold of my fears, and now I will happily don waders and get into fresh water ponds and lakes if they’re small enough and trustworthy. I do all the pond care on the island, but rivers and the ocean are still a no go for me. I don’t mind a boat ride, I can stomach a wade into water up to my knees, but any further and I lose my cool.

Over the years I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been fully submerged, and none of them have been pleasant. The only time I willing have gone into water is to get Val, who had been thrown in herself. She was afraid, I had to go get her out.

Now days Professor Grey handles mostly all of the ocean based work, and I get a lot of time with his water Pokemon when they come on land, so it’s been easier being around the ocean as a whole, and coming to terms with my weaknesses. Don’t think I’ll rush to get in anytime soon but it’s not something I’d never do at any cost. I know it’s beautiful down there, and it holds some special memories for me, so there will always be a quiet respect for it all, and the things that live in it.

Despite fears I would never condemn Sharpedo as a Pokemon, I have had the joy of working with some lovely individuals, and despite my personal aversion, I know they have a huge part to play in the eco system, and hold great importance to many other species and the way the environment manages itself. They are good, I just got a bit of bad luck with the one I had a close encounter with.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks

[marauders-venting]

Until The Very End

pairing: not centered around a pairing but wolfstar plays a pretty big part

genre: fluff & a little angst

warnings: screaming, extreme pain, mentions of blood, broken bones and similar injuries (please let me know if i’ve forgotten something)

words: 3582

a/n: this is a request I got from someone on Instagram :) I love the “until the very end” quote so much but i’ve completely taken it out of context in this fic. just so you know

Remus was pacing the room which showed just how nervous he was about this transformation because his bones were aching and he felt exhausted.

“You can’t do this,” Remus said finally, turning to James, Sirius and Peter. “You can’t. What if something goes wrong? I could hurt you. You can’t do this.”

“Remus, everything’s going to be fine, I promise,” Sirius said. “We did tons of research, everything will be fine.” Remus bites at his nail.

“But—”

“Remus we’re not going anywhere,” James said firmly.

“The whole point of us becoming animagi was so that we could help you,” Peter said. “This is safe. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But what if it doesn’t work?” Remus said. “I could kill you; you can’t take that risk.”

“There’s no reason for it not to work,” Peter said. “We’ve all transformed before and we know that we become animals and you said yourself that werewolves don’t hurt animals.”

“But what if the wolf recognises that you’re not really animals?” Remus said. “Like what if you still smell like humans or something?”

“Remus, we checked that too, remember?” Sirius said gently. “Both McGonagall and the textbook said that there are no traces that indicate that an animagus isn’t a real animal. Unless, y’know, we’re acting like people which we won’t. But even if we did that’s not something you would pick up on as a wolf.” Remus nodded a little, still pacing.

“Okay but just…” Remus hesitated, stopping in his tracks. They waited to hear his next worry so they could dispel it with a counterargument. “Promise me you won’t look?”

“What?” James asked.

“When I’m transforming,” Remus said. “Don’t watch. Wait outside the room.”

“Okay,” Sirius said, relieved that Remus had calmed down. “We can do that.” So they went into the tunnel leading to the Shrieking Shack and Remus followed them.

“Transform into your animagus forms before I go back inside, okay?” he said nervously. “Just to be safe.” He was digging his nails into his flesh. A nervous habit. Sirius took his hand, pulling it away from his other arm, the one that now had marks on it from his nails.

“Everything is going to be fine, Moony,” Sirius whispered, squeezing Remus’ hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” Remus breathed, “yeah, I do.”

“Good,” Sirius said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Remus said. He pressed a kiss to Sirius’ lips, lingering for a moment. “Try not to listen. And don’t watch. Don’t watch,” he whispered, shaking his head, his eyes not breaking contact with Sirius’. Remus went back to the other room but not before he saw them transform — Sirius into a dog, James into a stag and Peter into a rat — then he closed the door as far as he could. He leaned against the wall for a moment, feeling unsteady on his feet. He only had to wait a moment before his body started to shake.

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Sirius could hear the screams. They sounded strangled like Remus was trying to stay quiet but couldn’t. It sounded like he was being tortured. Sirius wanted to burst into the room and help Remus but there was nothing he could do. And Remus had asked him not to watch. So Sirius waited, glancing over at James and Peter. He didn’t know what an expression of worry looked like on the faces of a stag and a rat but he was sure that this was it.

When the screams had subsided, Sirius heard a howl and figured it was safe to enter. He pushed the door open with his nose and there, in the middle of the room, was a wolf howling at the moon outside the window. When Sirius entered the room the wolf stopped and looked at him. He came towards Sirius slowly, sniffing him out. Sirius held his breath. Despite what he had told Remus, he was nervous. He knew that Remus wouldn’t hurt him but he wanted to stop Remus from hurting himself. He had promised Remus that he would. What if he couldn’t do that? What if all this would be for nothing?

But within seconds the wolf was all over him, licking his face and running around him excitedly. Sirius could have laughed. He had only ever heard Remus’ account of what the wolf was like and though he was sure that Remus was being too hard on himself, he had never expected this.

The wolf then moved on to James, chasing around him excitedly as he had done with Sirius. He kneeled close to the ground next to Peter, sniffing him. He pawed at Peter curiously but eventually seemed to decide that he liked his new company. He seemed so genuinely happy to see them that Sirius could hardly equate him with the dangerous beast Remus had talked about.

They spent the rest of the night with Remus, wandering the grounds and the forest. Sirius was completely in awe. The longer he spent around the wolf, the less he understood what Remus was talking about.

The wolf chased after insects and owls like an excited puppy, he cautiously dipped his paw into the lake and then ran as far away as he could from the water when he caught a glimpse of the giant squid, he spent the whole night running around Sirius, James and Peter. He even raced Sirius across the grounds. He just seemed happy to be out of the cramped room to which he was usually confined.

Sirius wasn’t naive; didn’t doubt that upon seeing a human being the wolf would become vicious and dangerous but that didn’t mean that he was a vicious animal. If anything, he seemed peaceful. The wolf was… well, he was adorable. And Sirius would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying this. Of course, he hated that Remus was getting hurt and of course he would prefer it if he didn’t need to do this but he wasn’t hating it.

He remembered Remus confiding in him once that he was afraid that Sirius, James and Peter would get sick of him once they realised the true gravity of having to look after a werewolf on a full moon. Sirius had assured him that this wouldn’t happen. They would do anything for Remus and taking care of Remus was one of the things Sirius loved most. Remus was so strong all the time; Sirius wanted to show him that he was allowed to need help sometimes, allowed to let other people care for him and to want that care.

“We’ll stay with you,” Sirius had said. “Until the very end.” All of those things were true then and are still equally true now. But if he’s being honest, Sirius doesn’t feel like he’s taking care of Remus at the moment. It just feels like they’re hanging out. Yes, Remus isn’t acting exactly like his usual self but it’s still Remus. Sirius doesn’t feel like he’s had to do much, let alone like he’s shouldering a burden.

When the moon begins to fade into the light of the early morning, Sirius, James and Peter lead Remus back into the Shrieking Shack. They stay in the room for a little while until the moon has nearly faded away entirely; Sirius and Remus are curled up on the floor, James and Peter right beside them. Sirius knows that Remus is about to transform back. Remus didn’t want them to watch him transforming into a wolf so Sirius doubted he’d want them to see him transforming back. He gets up, James and Peter following him, walks out the door and tugs at it with his mouth to close it. They don’t transform back yet, waiting to hear that Remus has transformed first. They hear screams and cries again. Sirius knows that there’s nothing he can do but he still hates himself for doing nothing while Remus is in pain.

When the screaming stops, all that is left is the sound of heavy breathing and… crying? They transform back and walk into the room. Remus is lying on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. Sirius gasps as he gets a closer look at Remus. He’s never seen him like this, before Madam Pomfrey has had the chance to fix him up a little, but if Remus’ injuries were usually worse than this then Sirius couldn’t see how Remus was still alive. He has deep gashes across his arms, bloody wounds all over his chest and his stomach, cuts littering his face and Sirius is almost certain that his leg is broken but he can’t confirm it.

“Remus,” he breathes, bending down next to him.

“Sirius,” Remus croaks out. He’s only half-conscious. Sirius is surprised he can speak at all.

“Shh, don’t waste your energy, love,” Sirius whispers. “I’m here. I’m here.” He wants to do something. To heal Remus, to move him to the bed in the corner, at least to hold his hand, but he’s afraid of hurting Remus. He turns to James and Peter who are standing behind him looking equally stunned. “We have to do something,” he says to them.

“We can’t,” James says. “Madam Pomfrey will be here soon. She’ll heal him but we can’t be here Pads.”

“We can’t just leave him like this,” Sirius says.

“We have to,” Peter says grimly. “We can’t help him, Sirius, we’ll only get him in trouble by staying here. Madam Pomfrey will know what to do.”

“We’re not leaving,” Sirius insists. “We’ll wait here and when Pomfrey comes we’ll hide under the Cloak. Then he can go back to the dorm.”

“Okay,” James says. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Sirius felt Remus grab his hand and he turned around.

“Sirius,” Remus whispers. “You’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Moons,” Sirius whispers back. “It’s you we’ve got to worry about.” Remus turns his head to James and Peter.

“You’re all okay,” he whispers. And then his eyes close and he passes out.

Barely three minutes pass before Madam Pomfrey turns up. James, Sirius and Peter hide under the Invisibility Cloak as she conjures up a stretcher from midair and levitates Remus onto it with her wand. Then she heads back to the castle. James, Sirius and Peter follow her through the open castle door but they don’t go to the hospital wing. Not yet. They go back to the dorm for an hour of sleep before their alarms go off and they go to the hospital wing to visit Remus before class.

When Sirius’ alarm screams at him that it’s time to wake up (literally. The clock was charmed to talk very loudly at him until he hit the snooze button), he wants nothing more than to continue sleeping. But he doesn’t. He drags himself out of bed, brushes his teeth and splashes cold water on his face to try and wake up, changes and heads down to breakfast with James and Peter. He’s too tired to eat anything so he drinks coffee. Lots of coffee.

They rush to the hospital wing before their first period. Remus is still sleeping, of course. However tired they are, it’s ten times worse for Remus. Sirius is surprised at how much better Remus looks. Madam Pomfrey must be a miracle worker if she managed to mostly heal Remus this quickly. And, Sirius is glad to see, Remus does look better than he usually does. Last night Sirius had been afraid that maybe they had made things worse for Remus instead of helping, but he had no point of reference. He had never seen Remus before Madam Pomfrey had healed his injuries on a regular full moon. And as it turns out, there is a very big difference. Sirius breathes a sigh of relief.

“Do you think we should write him a note or something?” Peter says. It’s the first thing any one of them has said all morning. They’re all too tired to talk. “To let him know we’re okay and that everything was fine.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” James says. They scribble down a quick note as Madam Pomfrey comes into the room and ushers them out, telling them they have to go to class. Sirius takes one last look at Remus and smiles. Maybe their idea would really work. Maybe they could really help Remus like he promised him he would.

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Remus wakes up around noon, as he usually does after a full moon. His bones ache and his body is sore but admittedly, he isn’t in as much pain as usual. The moment Madam Pomfrey notices he’s awake she hurries to his side with a potion and a tray of food.

“You can eat the food whenever you get hungry but drink the potion now,” she says, starting with her usual spells to check for any damage in his internal organs or the fundamental systems in his body.

“Okay,” Remus says. He’s familiar with the procedure.

“You were doing much better than usual last night,” she says. “Your wounds weren’t nearly as deep as they normally are and there was only one broken bone.”

“Only one?” Remus says in surprise. He usually manages at least four.

“Yes, just your ribs,” she says. “How are you feeling?”

“Less tired than usual,” he admits. “Less pain.”

“That’s excellent, Remus,” she says. Madam Pomfrey had been referring to him by his first name since his first year. You can’t spend as much time as he does in the hospital wing without getting to know the matron. “Don’t forget to drink the potion,” she added as she finished her spells. “Oh, and your friends left you a letter.”  Remus reaches to his bedside table to grab the goblet with the potion and the letter from his friends.

Dear Moony,

Everything is okay, just like we promised! We’ve gone to class because Madam Pomfrey made us and Minnie would’ve killed us if we hadn’t shown up for Transfiguration. But we’ll be back soon! We hope you’re doing a little better than usual. We had a blast with you last night and we hope you’re not doing too bad. We’ll tell you all about it as soon as classes end. Have a good sleep for now.

Love,

Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs.

PS I know we already signed the letter with love but I’m sending you some extra love that’s just from me because you deserve it so here Moony take all of my love xx

PPS that last bit was from Sirius

PPPS yes Peter I’m pretty fucking sure he knew that

PPPPS both of you shut up and stop writing so loud. Moony’s sleeping. If you wondered what that noise was, Moony, that was Sirius breaking his quill when he snatched it back from Peter. oh we’re being yelled at to go to class now byeeeeee

There was a line drawn from the last ‘e’ to the edge of the paper where Remus assumed the paper had been snatched from James while he was writing, probably by Madam Pomfrey, his quill dragging out and drawing the line.

He reread the letter and laughed. He really did have the best friends in the world. And they’re okay. They’re really okay. And with what Madam Pomfrey had told him, they had managed to significantly decrease the damage he caused to himself on the full moon. He felt better too. Maybe this crazy idea could actually work. Maybe his friends could actually help him.

When Sirius, James and Peter finally came to the hospital wing, Remus had finished both the potion and the food Madam Pomfrey had brought for him.

“Hi,” he said, grinning at them. “I got your letter.”

“We have a very sophisticated vocabulary, don’t we?” Sirius said.

“Oh yeah,” Remus nodded. “Definitely.”

“So how are you feeling?” Sirius asked. All three of them pull up chairs, settling around Remus’ hospital bed.

“I’m okay,” Remus said.

“Liar,” James said. “How are you really feeling?”

“No, really, I’m okay,” Remus insisted. Sirius looked at him skeptically. As did James and Peter. “I swear. I mean, yeah I’m still really tired and I’m a bit sore and stuff but I’m not nearly as bad as usual.”

“Really?” Peter asked excitedly. “Does that mean it worked?”

“I… I think it did,” Remus said, smiling at them. “I only broke one bone last night.”

“Only?!” James asked, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean ‘only’? How many do you usually break?”

“Usually four,” Remus said, shrugging. “Sometimes more. But I only broke one last night. Which is crazy.”

“Was it your leg?” Sirius asked.

“Nah, my ribs,” Remus said. “My leg was only sprained.”

“It looked broken last night,” Sirius said.

“You looked broken last night,” Peter said. “All of you.”

“Yeah, Remus, we wanted to tell you,” James started. “We’re really, really sorry. We had no idea how painful the transformations are for you. We’d only ever seen you after Madam Pomfrey had patched you up. I mean, we knew it hurt but we never thought…”

“We didn’t know it was that bad,” Sirius finished.

“It’s not your fault,” Remus said, looking down. “It’s really not a big deal, honestly—”

“Not a big deal?” Sirius said. He didn’t sound angry, just surprised. Maybe a little sad. “Moons, you were nearly unconscious. You were covered in blood, you were in so much pain. And you got through it. You do it every month. That’s incredible, Remus. You don’t realise it because you’ve been doing this for so long but you are so, so strong. You’re like… a superhero, Rem.” Remus didn’t know how to respond to that but his face seemed to think that blushing would be appropriate. He hesitated for a moment, then moved over in the hospital bed.

“Come sit with me,” he said to Sirius, patting the space beside him.

“Okay,” Sirius said, smiling and cautiously sitting down in the space Remus had made for him. “Hi, superhero,” he said, kissing Remus lightly on the lips.

“Hi,” Remus replied against Sirius’ mouth. For a moment, everything is forgotten and all there’s only one thing left in Remus’ mind that matters: Sirius’ mouth. Until James cleared throat and Peter noisily rearranged his chair. Remus and Sirius broke apart but their hands remained linked under the blanket.

“So what was it like last night?” Remus asked them. If he’s being honest, he’s a little afraid of the answer. He trusts that they didn’t watch him transform but that doesn’t mean it was pleasant to hang around a werewolf all night. “Was it scary?” he asked, assuming the worst before his friends could say anything. “Were you worried about keeping me in check?”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.

“Were you worried I’d hurt you? Or someone else?”

“No,” Sirius said. “Not really. I wasn’t even thinking about it. You seemed too… cute to attack anybody.” Remus snorted.

“Yeah, okay,” he said sarcastically.

“You were!” Sirius insisted. “You chased owls and played with the water in the lake and sniffed flowers. We even raced across the grounds.”

“Really?” Remus said. “We raced?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said.

“Who won?”

“We tied,” Sirius said.

“No you didn’t,” James laughed. “Remus definitely won.”

“No he didn’t,” Sirius insisted. “Peter back me up here.”

“Sorry, Pads, Moony won by a landslide,” Peter said. “It wasn’t even close.”

“Yes it was, we tied,” Sirius whined. “You guys are all missing the point anyway,” he added, arms crossed.

“Which is?” Remus said, laughing a little and wincing at the pain in his ribs.

“That you weren’t a vicious beast!” Sirius said. “You were just a wolf. All you wanted was to get out of that stupid room and run around. There wasn’t anything vicious about you. You were adorable.”

“He does actually have a point there, Moony,” James said. “You even licked Sirius’ face.”

“I licked your face?” Remus said, turning to Sirius.

“See, you can’t resist my charm even when we’re animals,” Sirius teased. “We’re made for each other.” James mimed gagging to Peter and Sirius hit him over the head with the rolls of parchment full of his notes.

“Did I lick you two as well?” Remus asked them.

“Nah, you just chased around me,” James said.

“You just stared at me,” Peter said. “Like you weren’t sure what I was. You looked at me like I was vermin.”

“Um, Pete,” Sirius started, “you… you sort of were vermin. Being a rat and all.” James and Remus laughed and Peter crossed his arms.

“Why a rat?” he complained. “Of all the animals, why the fuck did I get stuck as a fucking rat? And to add insult to injury I got the worst name.”

“Well, we’re not changing it now, Wormy,” James said, grinning. Peter shoved him and James nearly fell off his chair.

They spend the rest of the day much like that: Sirius and Remus sitting in the hospital bed, James and Peter in the chairs next to them, talking, laughing, making jokes, telling stories. And Remus thinks that maybe he can get used to this. To full moons being easier, to spending the following day hearing about his midnight adventures with his friends instead of being passed out from exhaustion and pain. Maybe Sirius was right. Maybe his friends would really be here for him. They’d seen him at his most vulnerable, his most helpless, and they were still here. They weren’t grossed out or scared. They were here. So maybe they’d stay. Remus believes it. He believes they’re going to stay. Until the very end.

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[damn-stark]

Return of the cub pt.1

Isaac Lahey x reader

Requested by anon “Can u please do a teen wolf imagine where y/n is a hale sister who was in the fire and peter helped her get out but when she did get out she got taken by Gerard and she had been kept with him being tortured by him for 6 years (and obviously she’s assumed to be dead by Derek and peter)and it’s at the end of season 2 where everyone is in that wherehouse place and Gerard says something like “Derek I believe I have something that belongs to you” and brings her out and she’s weak and tied up and stuff and his reaction and maybe peters to to seeing her alive again. And maybe it could be in a few parts where it’s the start of season 3 (no Cora in this)and how she has been adjusting obviously she is pretty traumatised and angry so only really talks to a few people Derek, Peter, isaac and boyd but Scott being the sweetheart he is is trying to help her too but she is wary as he hangs around with Allison and she obviously has a strong hatred for Argents and doesn’t trust Allison at all or Scott cause he dated her and maybe when y/n goes back to school Derek tells Scott and stiles to keep Allison away from her or else she might attack her or something and she is closest to isaac and he actually really likes her and even though she can protect herself he grows protective over her and her over him too.”

Warning- talks of torture, blood, breakdown, ptsd, violence, and some fluff

Episode 2x12

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“Uncle Peter, where are you going?” You ask hoarsely as you grab his arm to pull him underground with you.

Said man turns and begins pushing you down into the secret passage that led underground, constantly looking over his shoulder as pained shouts echoed from everywhere in the house. “I’m going to help the rest of our family,” he assures you, “we’ll catch up to you later. Just run.”

You hesitate and inch forward to follow him, but the thick black smoke was stinging your eyes, and overwhelming your lungs, causing you to cough repeatedly and violently. Only urging Peter to keep pushing you down so you could at least have a chance to survive. “Y/N, go! I’m right behind you!”

Peter slowly begins to close the hatch over you and shares one last assuring look before the tunnel is basked in darkness, leaving you to try and use what you could of your heightened vision to try and see through the smoke that had gathered within the tunnel, since you couldn’t transform. It was so thick that your vision was barely working, not only that but your concentration to get out safely was not fully there, it was clouded and mixed with the worry for your family. You wanted to go back and help as well, to stop the screams you heard pound in your ears and ache your heart, but you had to listen to your uncle Peter, to your mother and Derek, who all urged you to leave them behind for your own safety.

Perhaps that was a mistake though, traveling alone while you were weak from the injuries you’ve endured, from the smoke that clouded your lungs and mind, because it kept you off guard and inattentive to the different smoke that slowly began to invade the tunnel and mix with the fires smoke. You hadn’t noticed it at first, your clouded mind didn’t register the different smell until your vision began to get impaired and cloud increasingly more, whilst your whole body weakened to the point you were tripping over your own two feet.

At first you thought it was just you not being able to handle the smoke, but everything hurt much more than the fresh burn mark on your legs. You could see the light of the moon shining through at the end of the tunnel, but just as you could reach it you tripped again, this time unable to push yourself up.

“Come on,” you mumble to yourself as you begin to drag yourself forward, feeling your muscles weaken and your body ache increasingly more. “Al-most there.” You let out another harsh cough and feel your fingers dig into the dirt, just inches from the exit, but right as you were going to get out multiple footsteps sounded behind you, a voice not hesitating break the sounds of the distorted screams sounding in your ears. “A wolf's cubs first instinct to do while in danger is to run off and hide, while the mother and the pack stay behind to protect them.” He chuckles and his hand grabs your shoulder to flip you around to face the man you now identified as, Gerard Argent.

“I,” you try to say hoarsely as you try to keep your eyes open, “I haven’t hurt anyone.”

“No,” Gerard says, “but you little cub, have fallen straight into a hunter's trap.” He crouch’s down and grabs you by your neck, making you let out a pained whimper as he lifts you towards him. “And this time neither your mother, nor your pack will be here to come to your rescue.”

*6 YEARS LATER*

“It’s time,” Gerard shares smugly, as he tilts your chin up so you could meet his cold eyes. “To finally have that family reunion you’ve been dreaming of.”

You narrow your gaze and shake your head. “You said they were dead.”

“They are. All except for your uncle Peter and your brother Derek, of course,” Gerard chuckles, stepping back to uncuff you, “and we’re going to pay them a visit.” He pulls out a handful of wolfsbane and blows it towards you so you could fall unconscious. So you can dream again of the family you had lost; not dream of what you went through that night, but the last happy moment you had shared.

It was nice as long as the dreams lasted. But of course there was always that unfortunate moment you had to wake up. This time unlike the past seven years, waking up somewhere different, somewhere loud and brighter.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, and sounds of groans, grunts, screams and utters of words slowly registered in your ears, just as the smell of blood slowly filtered through your nose. Your mind was barely conscious but Gerard made sure you’d be more awake for his big entrance.

“Not yet sweetheart!” You recognize Gerard warn someone as he dragged you along with him, pulling you away from the shadows and continuing maliciously. “Derek.” Gerard drops you on the ground and kicks you forward so the light will reveal your body and face. “I believe I have something you lost.”

“Y/N!” A voice shouts, making you weakly push yourself up to shift your head and see a tall man with short dark hair, and a beard too match. “Y/N,” he called again, yet you didn’t recognize his face. His eyes though, they were familiar...deeply blue and kind.

“Derek?” You call hoarsely with a smile spreading on your lips.

His eyes widen and you both want to go towards each other, but his arms betray him and make him fall back down to the ground.

“So you can behave,” Gerard taunts Derek. “A gift for what I want from you.”

“Isaac,” Derek shouts, “take her and get her to safety. Before he changes his mind.”

Without hesitance, a boy with light brown hair and kind blue eyes walks up to you, gently grabbing your arm to help you to your feet. “Come on,” he whispers, “I’ll help you.”

You turn your head to meet his gaze and offer him a small smile. “Thank you.”

He returned the smile, and for the first time in a long time you felt a sense of solace, kindness and security.

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“Hi,” the boy greets you a bit too overly giddy, “I’m Stiles.” He extends his hand to offer it to you with a nervous smile on his face.

You look at him up and down, furrowing your eyebrows as you pick up on an odd emotion that makes you scoff. “And I’m uninterested.”

“Right,” he scoffs as his hand slaps on his leg and his brown eyes turn into a glare. “You're a Hale. Would it ever kill you guys to be nice and happy for once?”

“Almost did,” you retort, “once.” You push past him and try to walk towards a more secluded corner, try to stay away from the sound of beating hearts, and overbearing people that begin to overwhelm you. But they kept coming at you too overly giddy.

“I’m Scott McCall,” he grins sweetly and his jaw only appears to be more crooked. “I just want to let you know that I’m here if you need to help. If you want to go to school, you can go to ours. And if you need any girls to talk to, theirs Alison Argent and...” his words begin to trail off, going through one ear and going out the other as your mind focuses on every sound besides the words coming out of his mouth. It was all overwhelming, all of them, you weren’t used to so many people, or it being so loud anymore. It felt like torture being amongst all these strangers, hearing the sounds of their hearts beating, the sounds of their quiet inhales and soft exhales.

You wanted to focus on the silence, on something comforting, but every other sound invaded your ears; you heard the busy street a couple miles away, the cars honking and their tires on the asphalt, you heard the people miles away, the sounds of birds chirping and it all just pounded in your head, made it spin. You wanted to focus on one thing, but your eyes bounced around the strange room and found nothing familiar, no one familiar you could focus on.

“Where’s Derek?” You mutter, but no one heard you. All you heard was your own breathing beginning to pick up as you began to hyperventilate. “Where’s my uncle Peter? Where’s…” you trail off and everything spins faster, you could feel your claws slowly come out, like your fangs did as your eyes changed into their gold color. Scott’s voice was still registering in the depths of your mind, but it was background noise now. Neither boy noticed your panicked state, not like it was obvious right away.

Not until the sound of a loud beep suddenly going off inside the house set you off, finally letting both boys notice how you were getting, how you grabbed onto the sides of your head while you fell to your knees and began to hyperventilate.

“Hey! Hey!” A different voice slowly seeps in your ears, “what’s wrong with you two idiots?! She’s not used to too much noise yet. You’re overwhelming her! Where’s Derek?!”

Someone grabs your shoulders before they crouch down to reveal to you that it's your uncle Peter trying to calm you down. “Y/N, it’s uncle Peter, just focus on my voice.”

Your eyes lift to look at his familiar blue ones, but all you see is the memory of him when he was helping you escape. That memory haunted you because you always thought it was the last you’d see of him, it was engraved within you and taunted you now with what was real and could be daydreams.

“Y/N—”

“You’re dead,” you mutter, “you’re dead, you’re not real.” You close your eyes and want to wake up, but you’re fully conscious. You can’t find the way to calm down until someone does, the guy that lived with Derek, the same guy that helped you that day Gerard finally brought you out of your cage, Isaac Lahey.

“Hey, y/n, y/n, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s just us,” he spoke softly, the sound of his soothing voice making you open your eyes to see his blue eyes meet yours, bringing a comfort that felt strange, but assuring.

“Where’s Derek?” Your uncle Derek asks, slightly annoyed by the fact that he was missing.

“Out,” you hear Stiles answer.

“Right,” Peter growls, he continues to stand up and sigh loudly before he doesn’t hesitate to kick them out. “I think it’s time for you all to leave, it’s enough visit time. Come back uhmm, perhaps not anytime soon.”

Both boys protest, but Peter begins to push them out of the house, letting Isaac help you to your feet and continue to try and help you.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be,” you mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he reassures you, “it’s going to take time to get used to all this. But I’ll be here to help,” his eyes shift to the door to make sure that your uncle Peter, was still out so he could continue without worrying he’ll get in trouble for speaking and being so close to you. “Trust me I can relate with past trauma, so I’ll be here to help you.”

You meet his eyes and smile softly as you gently grab his shoulder. “Thank you. Really, thank you. Out of everything here, you’re the only thing that feels normal...and I mean that in a good way.” You express a nervous chuckle and slowly slide your hand off his shoulder. “So thanks.”

Isaac smiles and just as he was going to say something he backs away from you a good amount as he hears Derek, and Peter return home.

“I’m sorry I was gone too long,” Derek directs to you as his eyes glance between Isaac and you for a brief second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod as you walk to sit on the couch. “Thanks to Isaac,” you smile softly.

Your uncle Peter looks at Isaac and tilts his head as he narrows his gaze into a glare. He doesn’t tell him anything, but he makes the boy squirm away into the shadows of the room.

“Anyway,” your uncle Peter slowly says, “can you transform yet?”

You sigh and shake your head, “not yet, not fully.” You look at your hand and watch as you bring your claws out to continue, “I can just transform like the rest of you until I gain more strength.”

“Wh-what do you mean you can’t fully transform?” Isaac queries curiously as he steps towards the light again.

Derek sits beside you looks at Isaac with a knowing smirk and just assures him with a simple cocky answer, “you’ll see soon enough.”

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A/N-Their will be maybe two more parts to this request!

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