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jolynesmom · 7 months ago

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hey can u share ur void success story? Would love to see it

hii this is the storytime I promised about getting into the void first try <3

disclaimer: this post is long asf, I like being very detailed when talking about such stuff because you may never know which insignificant detail might help someone + I always liked when people would go into detail about shifting or the void state

this happened a few months ago. I’m a reality shifter and have been trying for around 4 years and never succeeded for more than a few seconds, so I got extremely burned out with the traditional methods

I decided to research about shifting on tumblr to see if the community is popular here as well (previously I’ve only researched about it on tiktok, reddit and a bit on youtube) and found a bit of general info about shifting, but what has gotten my attention was a person who got into the void state and instantly manifested their desires. I thought it looked a lot like shifting so I read some more

I knew a tiny bit about the void state from shifttok, but I’ve never been interested to learn more until that point. the og post said that they specifically reached the void state by doing yoga nidra so I thought it was a requirement for the void at that point. I didn’t know what yoga nidra was, so I sent the person a message asking about it and went about my day deciding I’m giving up on traditional methods and will start to work with the void state

for some reason I didn’t research any further that day (probably because I was burnt out by my shifting attempt the night before and didn’t feel like ingesting more information)

at night I decided to try to shift again. I drank blue lotus tea and put on a guided meditation. after 10 minutes I get bored and switched the meditation for white, brown and pink noises and fell asleep saying affirmations

I got woken up by my alarm at around 10 a.m. (I didn’t shift) and I tried to get out of bed to really woke up, but I ended up falling asleep until 11:30 a.m. when I got woken up again by my loud parents getting ready for work, so I tried to play on my phone to get more lucid and not fall asleep again because I didn't feel like getting out of bed, but I also didn't want to continue sleeping. my eyes were practically closing by themselves atp, but I went on tumblr and saw the person I messaged the night before answered my message and said they'll post a guide one of these days. after thanking them I closed my eyes again thinking of the void state. I remember saying to myself something like “I really want to get into the void, I can’t wait for the guide so I can do yoga nidra”

for the next hour I fell asleep for 10 minutes then woke up for 1-3 minutes at least 3 times (I was very tired, probably because of the previous shifting attempt) and my thoughts were completely blank;

at some point I find myself in my kitchen trying to make coffee and I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not because the dream was very clear and I usually make coffee after getting out of bed so I thought I had finally woken up

I noticed the jar of instant coffee was almost empty and I asked myself "why is it almost empty, I bought a new jar yesterday" (I finished my jar yesterday and wanted to buy a new one today btw), then when I went pick up the jar I was instantly hit with the realization that I was lucid dreaming, so not even a second later I threw myself to the ground in a crisscross position to allow myself to fall through the floor and shift to my dr

when I hit the ground I closed my eyes and stated my intention of wanting to shift to my jujutsu kaisen dr, but I didn’t even get to finish my intention when I felt myself being pulled through the floor in an infinite dark void; I realized I entered the void state

I was calm, but really wanted to get to my dr, so I started affirming and visualizing. I felt myself being pulled again through the void, a bit lower, before stopping again

I got annoyed and started thinking of my dr again then started hearing a voice; I listened for a bit then realized I was hearing an argument between yuuji and megumi. I didn't understand because they were talking in japanese, but at the same time I understood the message?? they were arguing about how to exorcise a curse or something like that

the weird thing about their voices is that when I dream, lucid dream, visualize or make up scenarios, all the voices are quiet and muffled in the distance and the tone never changes, but the voices I was hearing were loud and clear as if I was next to them, which has NEVER happened to me before. I think I literally stood there frozen for 15 seconds because of how loud and real (?) their voices sounded

anyways

I was getting annoyed because I kept getting distracted and started saying affirmations and trying to imagine where I wanted to wake up. I couldn't feel my body the whole time, I was pure conciseness.

I told myself that as long as I shift, I don't care where I end up, then suddenly I started to hear more voices including a girl's voice (they were most probably people from other drs of mine).

I got confused and a bit alarmed, so I asked out loud what do I have to do to shift. suddenly all the voices got muffled and a man with a lower voice started talking to me in english. I didn't know who that was and I got confused, but tried my best to follow his instructions. I started to hear noises from my cr (the cars passing my apartment as I live in a noisy area) but tried not to wake up. because of the noises I woke up and suddenly I was in my room again. I panicked but didn’t open my eyes or move my body (I could semi-feel my body, but it was mostly asleep) and literally yelled in my mind ‘I want to get back into the void!!’ suddenly I’m in the void again, this time I didn’t feel the falling sensation, it was instant

back into the void I saw nothing was working I decided to shift to my waiting room because I remembered someone once saying that a waiting room is some kind of parallel located between your cr and other realities and this is why it can be easier to shift there. I intended to shift to my waiting room then felt how my body got pulled lower into the void again, then it suddenly stopped when I heard my phone buzzing in my cr because of a notification

I got extremely frustrated and decided to fully wake up

I woke up at around 1:20 p.m. and was very happy with what I just went through.

thinking about the last voice for a bit, I initially thought it was gojo, but it sounded too different to be him, plus the man was talking in english, so I figured it could've been zhongli from my genshin dr since I scripted english is an universal language in teyvat, but then I thought it was weird that he responded since I'm not very close to him in my dr, but after some more thinking I realized that we're actually connected in my dr so it kinda makes sense to be him, but I'm still not 100% sure, I'm only sure about hearing yuuji and megumi arguing

it took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that when I was in the void and said I want to shift to my dr and started falling then stopped and I heard yuuji and megumi, I was actually in my dr and I just needed to wake up. I thought I would get woken up instantly just like with shifting methods, but I actually had to wake myself up from the void. my information was very limited because, like I said in the beginning, I only read one or two posts about the void state beforehand

it would also make sense to hear yuuji and megumi first thing before waking up in my dr, because I scripted that when they go in the school to get sukuna’s finger, I would be asleep in one of the offices (don’t ask) and will witness the whole thing

I think the way I got into the void is an actual method; I forgot the name of it but it might’ve been the phrase method, I’m not too sure

it also shows you don’t have to have a perfect mindset as I thought I can’t possibly get into the void until I do yoga nidra for a few days, so all you need is intention and an alternate state of consciousness

additional things (you can totally skip this if you want to)

after I got into the void state that day, I continued practicing the void state and I almost got into it at least 15 times, but instead of doing it via a lucid dream, I used the lullaby and distraction methods because I have a hard time lucid dreaming. every time I would be pulled into the void with these methods I would instantly think of my cr or get impatient and be immediately be pulled out, so I’m working on that and on how to lucid dream more often

I think I’m getting close into reaching the void again, because I’ve been working on meditation and started teaching my subconscious mind not to think of my cr while going into the void state.

the months of march and april were literally stagnant for me with no little to no success because I strongly believe I got the evil eye or something like that. at the end of february I went back to my home country (which is in eastern europe) to attend my cousin’s 18th birthday and I think I might have been cursed by one of the old ladies attending. I would always get the evil eye by them as a kid, but my grandma would usually remove it for me

my manifestations stopped and I couldn’t reach the void again but I thought it was because of work and uni related stress, but then it hit me it might be something else because I literally never had issues with my manifestations but suddenly I couldn’t manifest anything anymore, so I performed a cleanse and now I’m back again manifesting like it’s my job

a few nights ago I tried to get into the void, after like 8 minutes of meditation my body fell asleep while my mind was awake and I could’ve entered the void, but I sabotaged myself because I told myself I needed to go to sleep asap because I need to wake up in 3 hours for work so I moved around a bit and went to sleep

anyways, I’ll try to get into the void again and keep y’all updated. next month I go back to my home country where is peace and quiet so I think I’ll have a better time without stressing about uni, work or the noisy area I live in

#reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #law of assumption #void state #void #void success #void succes story #manifestation #void concept

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 2 months ago

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I don't know how best to share it. But the strongest evidence is probably the paraphrased quote from the Norman book that you've referenced in the past. Where she suggests that John must have had feelings for Paul. (https://mclennonanthology.tumblr.com/post/77393769824/from-chance-remarks-he-had-made-she-gathered). Like, it's McLennon evidence. But it's also her speculation, not coming from John or Paul. Then there's the audio diaries. The part that gets quotes all the time is the part where she says Paul would be competition for her. But, in context, she doesn't really say it in a jealous way. She says it after a long monologue about how much she likes him and how she hopes he likes her, not for herself, but "because she belongs to John." She also talks about how she vibes with him way more than George and Ringo. (I couldn't find a good transcript but this one from a Yoko hate site ☹️is ok https://yuckfoko.livejournal.com/22933.html) Then there's the oft quoted bit of the Sheff interview where John is trying to talk about how normal his relationships with Yoko and Paul are and Yoko's the one suggesting that people might have found John and Paul abnormally close (https://www.tumblr.com/amoralto/57260485982/august-1980-playboy-writer-david-sheff-questions)! And there's the bit of Sticky Fingers where Wenner claims that Yoko walks around telling everyone that John was gay and Hagen claims she also tried to convince Paul of this theory! (https://www.tumblr.com/amoralto/180893176242/the-wenners-moved-to-the-west-side-of-manhattan-in?source=share). Heck, she's one of the core purveyors of the "Paul was John's princess" idea!

That's all the super McLennon-specific evidence. But there's also tons of evidence that she was very fascinated by John's sexuality overall. There's the 1981(!) interview with Philip Norman where she claims she used to call John a "closet fag" to his face. (https://amoralto.tumblr.com/post/69790080940/i-used-to-say-to-him-i-think-youre-a-closet). She's possibly referencing John when she sings "You're thinking of Rock Hudson when we do it" in No No No. And another paraphrased quote from her that Norman used in John Lennon: A Life is the quote where she's claiming John said it would hurt her less if he slept with a man (and that he thought David Spinozza was hot) (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-11785347/Inside-John-Lennon-Yoko-Onos-life-New-York-City-moves-Dakota-building.html). There's also the fact that Goldman makes endless references to Marnie Hair telling him Yoko gossiped about John and Brian a ton. Plus, she's the one confirming John was bi decades after his death in the 2015 interview. (http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/10/13/yoko-ono-i-still-fear-lennon-s-killer.html) I'm not saying her statements aren't evidence of John's actual queerness. I think they are. She was his wife, she knew him well. But they are also evidence that she spent (and has spent since he died) a lot of time thinking about his sexuality and seems to revel in the idea that he was queer as much as any tumblr shipper. If I want to get super speculative, I would even point to the fact that John seemed to play up his "Oscar Wilde side" when he was around her at times, and a plausible explanation is that he did it because she found it attractive.

Which makes sense when we note that Yoko has dated other queer men. Most notably Sam Havadtoy. And, in that 1968 audio diary, talks about her suspicion that certain gay men are "as attracted to her as they can be."

I don't know. I started thinking about this when you mentioned that the most concrete evidence we have for John's queerness and McLennon comes from Yoko. And then I started realizing how much of the stronger evidence comes from Yoko. And it really does start to seem like she's acting similarly to how many shippers do

Yup lol!!! I agree with this, for the most part. It's kind of crazy to me when I see people painting Yoko as having been two-dimensionally homophobic for shipping reasons when the truth appears to be so much stranger and more complicated than that.

Thank you so much for compiling this!!

I also just remembered the "boat called Paul" quote comes from Yoko and I think she also expressed to Norman that she found it weird that John was treating her like Stu by writing her letters.

It's genuinely bonkers how much of our theories trace back to her.

#ask #anon #yoko #jpy #jy #jp #meta #analysis #ref

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cnnmairoll · 1 year ago

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hello Mai!!! i hope you're having a lovely day <3

i was wondering if i could humbly request a Blade x reader, where the reader is having a hard time due to challenging life circumstances and is incredibly stressed because of it, but is constantly putting on a brave face for Blade? i imagine he probably has an idea that something is amiss with the reader, but is too reserved to actually approach them about it until they finally break down when everything becomes too much </3

take your time with this!! i can't wait to see what you produce!! <3

Bearing the Burden

Pairing : Blade x Reader Genre : Hurt/Comfort a/n : Sure thing Eli! Glad to see you back on tumblr, hopefully this met your expectations since I don't really know how to write blade (；´∀｀) Hope you're doing okay btw !!

You never thought you'd find solace in the most unlikely place - the heart of Blade, the enigmatic and emotionally repressed warrior. Life had thrown its worst at you, and you were drowning in a sea of troubles. But in Blade's presence, you found a sanctuary from the storm, even though you couldn't put a name to what was brewing beneath the surface.

Your days were a blur of trials and tribulations. Every morning, you'd summon a smile that masked the turmoil within. You didn't want Blade to worry; he already carried a heavy burden.

One day, while you both trained together, Blade's intense gaze caught you off guard. He stopped mid-swing, his sword poised in the air, and said, "You seem different lately, more distant. Is everything alright?"

You hesitated, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm fine, Blade. Just a little tired, that's all."

He nodded, but the concern in his eyes lingered.

As days turned into weeks, the weight of your secrets grew heavier. You continued to endure, never letting your façade slip. Blade's subtle attempts to reach out went unnoticed or unacknowledged, and the walls around your heart thickened.

After another grueling training session, you found yourself patching up Blade's wounds. Your hands worked with skill and care, a testament to your dedication. But the silence weighed heavy on both of you.

Finally, Blade broke it. "You've been awfully quiet lately."

You couldn't avoid the question this time. "It's just…life has been throwing a lot at me, Blade. It's hard to keep up sometimes."

Blade turned his gaze toward you, his eyes probing but kind. "You don't have to bear it all alone, you know."

You looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time in weeks. "I didn't want to burden you with my problems. You've got enough on your plate."

A rare smile tugged at the corners of Blade's lips. "We all have our demons, even me. Sharing the load makes it lighter."

In the following days, Blade continued to offer his support, even if it was through small gestures. He'd make sure you had an extra meal, or he'd simply sit beside you during your moments of quiet contemplation.

One moonless night, you found yourself sitting alone by the river, tears streaming down your face, lost in the abyss of your thoughts. The world felt like a cruel place, and you didn't know how much longer you could bear it.

Then, Blade appeared, as silent as the night itself, and sat beside you. He didn't say a word, but his presence was a lifeline in the dark.

You couldn't hold back anymore. Your voice trembled as you confessed, "Blade, I'm not as strong as I pretend to be. Life has been tearing me apart, and I can't keep up this act."

His stern façade melted, revealing the depths of his concern. He might not have been skilled in comforting words, but he tried. "I'm not good at this, but I'll listen. You're not alone."

Tears fell freely now as you let your emotions flow. Blade didn't have all the answers, but he was there, offering the one thing you needed most - someone who cared, someone who tried.

In that moment, the unbreakable warrior became your refuge. The darkness lifted, just a fraction, as you realized you didn't have to face your demons alone.

He may not have been the best at comforting, but his presence was enough. Together, you faced the trials of life, knowing that you had each other to lean on.

And in the embrace of Blade's quiet strength, you found the comfort and courage to face each new day, no matter how challenging it might be.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade #blade hsr #honkai star rail blade #blade x reader #hsr blade

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year ago

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1. Hi I’m looking for this specific fic:

I remember there’s mpreg and lan Zhan is the one pregnant.

It’s a modern day AU where they’ve been hooking up in hotels. So friends with benefit to lovers to husbands eventually. Lan Zhan quits his job eventually to be a stay home and there’s conflict of interest between their two jobs.

Thank you so much!

Hi I’m looking for a fix where lz can get pregnant and eventually does. I recall it’s a modern au where they’re in rival companies. LZ eventually leaves the company to be a stay home dad for their kids. They meet up in hotels to have rendezvous frequently before their relationship was open.

They got eloped as well.

Thank you!!

FOUND? sweet as cherry wine Series by cicer (E, 81k, WangXian, Modern AU, Business rivals, Intersex, Mpreg, Barebacking, Pregnancy kink)

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2. hello! for fic finder, may i ask for a great tumblr meta that i cant find anywhere? (i feel like i should disclaim that ppl should read what they find hot. i just saw a recent mxtx interview that said like the exact same thing as the meta and thought it was cool)

the meta talks about how mxtx specifically choosing to write lwj as a top WAS the gnc option. i think op was just frustrated about some people insisting that switching/top wwx was 'less heteronormative' (as a justification for liking it??). i think op mentioned that this seems like a western take on mdzs?

basically, in the meta, they expand on how lwj is gnc-coded. like how touching lwj's headband equals staining his honor like how a cdrama man kissing an unmarried woman would be (this is what mxtx also said herself in the interview), and a bunch of other things (handling money, etiquette, lwj keeping track of wwx's tastes as opposed to wwx buying him spicy food, the incense burner domesticity, and idk more stuff i cant remember)

i *think* they wrote something like "all mxtx couples come with the gnc already built in" which was a cool point imo (one example is hc flipping the gege kink), but i tried searching for that and i couldn't find it for the life of me. thank you! (Huh, I feel like I remember this one faintly 🤔 ~Mod L)

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3. Hi there! I appreciate all the work yall do 🥰 I'm trying to find a fic where LWJ has to do an ascension trial in the moral world and WWX accidentally fucks it up. WWX has to break LWJ's heart in order for LWJ to still pass the trial. I remember that WWX takes the option to forget the trial but LWJ doesn't. Might be a foxxian fic? Thank you!!! @la-voce-to-me

FOUND! Keep Me on Your Pillow by catbrainedschemes (E, 42k, wangxian, fantasy au, pillow book au, high immortal LWJ, red fox WWX, pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn, feelings, first meetings, misunderstandings, happy ending, sharing a bed, first kiss, oblivious WWX, oblivious LWJ, sexual tension, hero worship, falling in love)

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4. A) This fic is a modern au, I think that both LZ and WY are cultivators, WY specifically is kind of a witch (?), he messes with dark magic and lives in a haunted town or something like this. There's a reencounter between the two (I don't know if by chance or if LZ tracks WY) and at some point LZ gets worried that WY is sorrounded by ghosts/resentful energy, but he is aware of the situation. I think WY even has a pet crow/cat, but I'm not sure. And the plot may envolve him being isolated, running away or being expelled because of his methods of cultivation. Also, I'm pretty sure there's a fanart featured in the story that has Wangxian and the haunted place WY lives/takes care.

B) The second one is also a modern AU, LZ father is very sick, almost dying and stays in the hospital all the time, but LZ refuses to visit him because of the resentment caused by the situation with his parents. He meets WY in this same hospital, I don't remember if he works there, but I think it has something to do with Yanli. They connect through this situation, LZ eventually goes see his father and I think WY has some part in convincing him to do so.

C) Another modern AU, Lan Qiren is a priest/owns a church, the Lans are very religious and that includes LZ. WY is kind of a delinquent, he starts to go to the church and begins a friendship with LZ, who is very upright and frigid like in canon, plus the super religious part. I think LQ even says WY is a bad influence bacause of his behaviour and the things he did/does, but LZ realizes he is not that bad and there's probably some toutoring/disciplining envolved from his part. They are both teens or young adults and I specifically remember a scene when the two have sex inside the church with LZ being on the receiving end.

Thank you in advance and keep up the awesome work!

4B)

FOUND? 兔死狐悲 (tù sǐ hú bēi) by Anonymous (M, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Doctor WWX, Hospitals, Canonical Character Death, (But a minor character - not the ones listed), Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

4C)

FOUND? Say Amen by Wuxian_Biscuit (Charlie_Biscuit) (E, 6k, WangXian, Religion, Internalized Homophobia, Church Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Bottom LWJ)

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5. Hi! I love your blog and I have found it really helpful in the past. I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? It does have wangxian as the endgame. With wwx and lwj being opposing generals on opposite sides of a war. However, they both respect each other and have worked together to save innocent lives in the past.

In the end the Lan win the war and lwj takes wwx under his protection as a sort of war prize. This fic is very heavy on the Jiang and Jin bashing and in the end I think the Jiangs and Jins have to stand trial for their crimes during the war. While wwx is under lwj’s protection and never committed any crimes thus is not punished. I don’t think it is terribly long and I thought it was finished or almost finished at the time when I was reading it. If you could help me find this fic I would really appreciate it! @kjwaikiki

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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6. 👋 I am looking for a time travel/kid fic among thousands. This one LWJ travels back to being a kid, rescues his mother and they escape cloud recesses. He takes then to save WWX from the streets of yiling and they all grow up together I think in Meishan yu sect elser house before war happens. Cam you help this lowly one? 🙏🏻 @the-untamed-stole-my-heart

FOUND? The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies)

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7. Hi for the next ficfinder please help with this request. This came as a random thought that refuses to leave my mind. I really only remember one scene. Which is someone, I believe it’s lan xichen, remarking that lwj would walk all over jyl. Not in a bad way just that he was more assertive and her being more demure i guess. It was a wangxian fic though. Not sure if it wasabi. Please help @lilly-420

FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, wangxian, ABO, canon divergence, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, arranged marriage, slow burn, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, menace to society WWX, doing his best LWJ, miscommunication, past emotional abuse, dubious consent, consensual non-con, semi public sex, dom/sub)

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8. hiii it's me again I'm sorry I can't seem to find anything rn and you guys are literal lives savers I'm looking for a fit where lwj was raisin A-Yuan and I just remember that they were talking about wwx and lwj compared him to a butterfly going in a dark forest to bring back treasures for other but each time he made the trip he lost some of his light until one day he couldn't come back. that all I have can you help ???🙇🏼‍♀️ thank youuuuuu✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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9. Hi, thanks for your time! I'm looking for a(n older), well-written fic where wwx takes the wen away from the cultivation world after breaking them free from qiongqi road. Lan Zhan decides to follow after them. They settle far away, I think, on a mountain. Living conditions are harsh, at some point I believe mud floods washed their crops away and they had to move them elsewhere. Wwx was quite weak for some time. At the end of the fic was a grand scene where wwx and lwj destroy the tiger seal together, almost dying while trying. They don't rejoin the cultivation world. Any idea? @kesterling

FOUND! wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except Wen Ning But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, Podfic Available, Spanish Translation Available)

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10. hello mods! I am looking for a fic where wei wuxian is taken over by a phoenix god (?) and is locked up post-sunshot in the cold pond cave so as to not kill everyone with his new phoenix powers. lan wangji willingly enters the cold pond cave as well even though he knows that wei wuxian is being controlled by the god.thank you in advance!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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11. Hi! I was actually searching for a mdzs meta blog here on Tumblr . i have been scrolling for hours now but i can't seem to find the blog.I am very sure that they write a detailed meta on the last scene of the untamed where Wwx says to lwj " You are indeed hanguang jun " and lwj replies with " you are indeed wei ying".They had a lot of other posts too .

I understand you do not find blogs / posts but if you know anything any account like that i would gladly appreciate it .

Please feel free to ignore this ask if you wish to ! Thank you.

FOUND! number eleven might be https://hunxi-guilai.tumblr.com/, with this being the post they mention

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12. Hiya, im hoping you guys can help me find this fic? The only things I remember is it was canon setting, lwj pov, where he kept hiding/fidgeting with his hands in his sleeves and the author kept bringing attention to it to show him being nervous. It was also complete and definitely longer than 10k at least. Thank you!

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13. Hi! I’m looking for a wangxian fic about right-hearted and left-hearted people. In the story, hetero couples have men with hearts on the left side and women with hearts on the right side of their bodies, and gay relationships were either both on the right side or a combo. I just remember that wèi yīng had a right sided heart. I remember that wèi yīng and lán zhàn got together before it was revealed that wèi yīng was about to be in an arranged marriage. I think wèi yīng turns the girl down and she shoots spiritual energy to his right side in an act of rage and almost kills him and because he and lán zhàn had, like become mates(?), he is the only person who could save him. I’m pretty sure it’s not a/b/o, and it is in the canonical time period. Thank you! @fries-n-salt

FOUND? Right-Hearted by 0_Heta_0 (E, 22k, wangxian, heartmark au, canon-typical homophobia, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, falling in love, fluff & angst, smut)

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14. Hey ! For the next fic finder i am looking for a work where wei wuxian was a god and so was lan wangji .I think it was a Hades and Persephone au .the clans still existed . Also i think lwj was the god of flowers and wwx the god of death and when lwj visits the underworld he makes flowers grow for ayuan who is wwx adopted son

FOUND? Flowers Blooming in the Dark by TheLegendOfChel (T, 65k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Gods & Goddesses au, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, but it's still in a xianxia/wuxia setting, Pining, Courtship, Forbidden Love, Kidnapping, kind of, Smitten LWJ, Smitten WWX, Courting Rituals, Secret Relationship, references to wwx's canonical kinks, Child LSZ, Fluff)

FOUND? there will come soft rains by infinite (recursion) (Not rated, 14k, wangxian, gods & goddesses au, Hades/Persephone au)

FOUND? The Radish and the Pomegranate by MissMagus (T, 15k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, greek mythology au, kid fic, fluff & angst) could also be this, but in it ayuan is the God of flowers and makes them grow in the Underworld

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15. Hi! It's me again. It's for fic finder. On this fic, Qin Su dies and Jin Rusong lives. Before QS dies, she told JRS to never trust JGY and a few days after she said that, she dies because of drowning (i think). That happen in the flashback. And JRS indirectly help NHS in his revenge. Thats all i can remember. Thank you!!! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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16. Hello! I’m looking for a fic and I can’t for the life of me find it… I believe the plot was branching off after qiongqi path or nightless city, and it’s wwx running away from the cultivation world and lwj pursuing him. And while this is happening wwx meets xiao xingchen and lwj meets song Lan on the way. And it goes along with song Lan and lwj tailing wwx and xiao xingchen hoping to find them and explain everything and make up. I know wwx and xxc end up at baoshan sanren’s mountain and that lwj finds mo xuanyu during this and takes him with them. I remember the detail that a-qing brings song Lan to Lan wangji bc she knows they’re looking for a cultivator dressed in white with a white cloth “over his eyes” and she mistakes the forehead ribbon for that description. Any help is appreciated I have such a hankering to reread!

FOUND! These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, WWX & XXC, WWX & LY, canon divergence, fluff & angst, accidental baby acquisition, getting together, happy ending, found family, alternating pov, pining, kid fic)

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17. Hi, hope you guys are good. I'm looking for a fic I read that I forgot to bookmark. I remember WWX never got adopted by the Jiangs and was instead raised by BSSR. One day he got caught sneaking into Cloud Recesses while helping to pass messages between her and LY. When asked why he was there he panicked and claimed he was a Jiang disciple and JYL rolled with the lie for the drama of it all. I also remember the Wens attacking and he helped defend the place with the help of the other guest disciples

FOUND! Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 39k, wangxian, alternate universe, cloud recesses study arc, WWX is BSSR's disciple)

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18. hello!

i was trying to find a fic but it's as if it disappeared from the internet.

it's one where wei wuxian 'died' at qiongqi path and lan wangji goes to pay respects in burial mounds but turns out he isn't dead.

thank you.

FOUND? Also it’s possible 18 is my fic? in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, JC & WWX & JYL, WN & WWX & WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC & WQ, JC & WN, future JC/WQ, character death (WWX), JC shouting, humor?, JZX is ok for a Jin, necromancy)

FOUND? End Racism in the OTW | The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, wangxian, canon divergence, hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, blood & injury, injury recovery, respiratory illness, major illness, fever, grief/mourning, angst w happy ending, implied/referenced suicide, hunger & food scarcity, surgery, Fix-it of Sorts)

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19. Hello! Please help! 🙏 I've been going crazy trying to find this fic. It's post-canon, married wangxian in wwx pov, where lwj is under a spell/curse which makes him emotionless (i think its a long one-shot). I remember a scene where wwx thinks lwj just fell out of love w/ him in the beginning until he sees lwj interact with sizhui and a very robotic sex scene that ends with wwx feeling very uncomfortable. @littleladysilver

I just read #19, I wanna say it was on a recent fic finder ?? it was a 2 part fic, I think it was tagged for curses rather than amnesia

FOUND? Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, WangXian, Curses, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, though not to much, Both get hurt both get comforted, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Happy Ending, Protective WWX, Insecurity, a bit only)

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20. Hi!

So i read a canon divergence fic long time ago that wangxian were betrothed to each other since young and wei wuxian always had to wear a mask and besides the jiang family no one was allowed to see his face, also he lived in a mansion in yilling with mian mian and xue yang, plus wei wuxian and lan wangji were pining hard in this fic. Also for the sake of her family wen qing married lan wangji. I feel like it was deleted from ao3 cause i searched a lot but i wanted to get help from you guys too.

Thanks!

20 might be a deleted fic. I've seen people asking about it before, but I can't think of the name.

FOUND? I think #20 might be Price to Pay by Wangxianist and unfortunately it is a deleted fic. I also don’t think it was ever finished.

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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sonkitty · 3 days ago

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Trickery Post #8 - Muriel

I thought that with the 6 Threshold Tricks found, having posts trying to simplify what they are as much as possible, and some GIF sets made, it was time to tell the world outside of Tumblr...at least Reddit and Discord.

I found on Discord that my post about Threshold Tricks was shared already.

Reddit gave me some upvotes, which was nice, some confused comments, which was understandable, and something I took as an insult of being thought of as AI, which was not nice at all.

My being human is a very big requirement of solving the puzzles because of the imagination required. I have to think of things like, "Looking through a window is an earthly object touch because people look through windows to see things on Earth," and "Crowley never let go of the door."

Setting aside the AI thing though, I did note a couple of remarks about how smart one has to be or people feeling themselves too "dumb" to understand.

I took note of these things and have thought about it a lot.

I take pride in having found the Threshold Tricks because it's not easy, but I also never really thought of my success as because I'm so smart.

I met challenges. I played a game, and I played it well enough to find some things that were supposed to be found.

I had to think about what do to play, but it took me reading 41 Discworld books later to realize the word that might suit what people meant is "clever."

And, indeed, being "clever" is not all that common or come all too easily to many people.

I have been called "clever" once or twice over my lifetime, and I do consider myself at least resourceful when it comes to solving problems outside of playing Earthly Objects.

And yeah, I would say my own play at Earthly Objects is clever, and that's why I think it's as good as it is and am proud of it. All those things I said I like to think of as traits about Crowley? Those are traits I would at least want to have too, if I don't have them. I think I do have them for the play here at least. Being creative is one of the hardest things for me to do, but I still try.

I did go through numerous drafts of trying to explain how to play Earthly Objects, as an audience member, but I was mainly just venting and maybe doing some thinking. I eventually decided not to publish it though bits of it have made it into other posts of mine over time. It's not like anyone has ever asked me how to play.

But anyway...sharing the information outside of Tumblr was an awkward learning experience. I at least took some of the reactions in mind with how I went about making my posts, even if it probably wouldn't help the readers in those places any better. The experience was, in fact, the cause of a massive hesitance to do this project on YouTube though not the main reason in the end.

Still, I wanted to have at least made the effort. You know how sometimes people make a post that goes, "Why didn't anybody tell me that..." something or other? I wanted have it on record, that yes, someone did tell you, or tried to, anyway.

Despite those issues, I did gain something from the process of making posts to try and share my findings with other people.

As a reminder, I did notice the Tied Hands are pocketed into Crowley's vest on the exit for the Heaven elevator.

When I made my GIF set for the Heaven entry and exit, I was very, very selective about which parts of the scenes I hoped could show that bigger threshold best or were most relevant to what is happening in the game.

And this cut right here, this cut showed me that Crowley's silhouette was eerily particular about how it looked with that door frame.

Something was going on with this thing. I lacked the simple explanation for how the Heaven elevator was tricked. I had always known even if I had never articulated it quite that way in my head or my posts. Crowley not touching the buttons is too easy of an explanation compared to the other two bigger thresholds.

Well, I still couldn't think of an answer.

The pockets thing was overwhelming.

I wanted a break.

I had long suspected that Crowley and Muriel knew each other in some earlier draft of the story. This suspicion came from things like Crowley saying, "Who's this now?" the first time he and Muriel encounter each other, and "You're forgetting about the bees." That's a reference to memory, and Muriel seems to possibly be an angel who has had their memory wiped at some point.

Muriel references Crowley by name and talks as if they encountered Gabriel in a scene from the story we never saw.

I noticed that Crowley and Muriel scenes had certain bookend traits. For instance, Muriel's first scene is followed by Crowley's entrance to the coffee shop. By now, we know that is The Perfect Entrance Trick.

So, I figured I could at least make a better log and see if those bookends amounted to anything.

Things did not bode well for my "break from pockets" idea when I realized that Muriel places their notepad in their pocket when they enter the elevator.

Obviously that alone on most viewings doesn't mean much, but now I knew The Pocket Trick existed with all of its monstrous complexities. And I knew that the Tied Hands were at least active during the end of this broad touch for a bigger threshold.

Oh shoot. That meant I had to watch things even more closely now that I got further confirmation that pockets are involved with...everything.

It looked like the Tied Hands might retie and the Belt Head might activate even before the exit.

I could not believe what I found with Muriel.

Part of why this project is so important to me is because of how amazing and special this finding was.

Muriel definitely has special bookends with Crowley. I could find only one scene of Muriel where a Crowley scene was not the front of the back bookend to it. That's when Muriel arrives on Earth and is the subject being seen by Mrs. Sandwich.

Crowley is in the front bookend to Muriel's only minisode scene.

But the Threshold Tricks.

My God, the Threshold Tricks.

We have mainly been focused on The Pocket Trick and The Door Trick the past couple of posts. As a reminder, there is also The Perfect Entrance Trick, The Bigger Thresholds Trick, The Sunglasses Trick, and The Window Trick.

These things matter for understanding the scale of this bookend connection.

Muriel's scenes bookend the Threshold Tricks.

Let me show you.

Here is Muriel's scene before the first Threshold Trick, which is The Perfect Entrance Trick.

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Here is a Muriel scene before Triple Part 2, for the eventual Single, of The Sunglasses Trick:

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Here is a Muriel scene after Single #3, for the eventual Triple, of The Sunglasses Trick:

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Muriel is with Crowley and in the Triple of The Bigger Thresholds Trick.

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Here is Muriel given focus briefly in the scene before the Single of The Pocket Trick:

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Here is Muriel in the scene for The Single of The Pocket Trick:

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Here is the show reminding us Muriel is with the other angels for the scene after the Single of The Pocket Trick:

That means Muriel is pocketed into the last touch of The Pocket Trick.

We're up to 4 out of 6 Threshold Tricks by now, by the way.

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Here is Muriel just before Triple Part 3, for the eventual Single, of The Sunglasses Trick, finishes:

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Here is Muriel shortly after Double #2 for The Sunglasses Trick finished:

This part here is the only time Muriel is the one who bookends both sides of a Crowley scene. He tends to bookend Muriel's scenes on one side or both.

This places Muriel before The Door Trick.

Then The Window Trick happens. That way, Muriel does not fully bookend either of those Threshold Tricks.

Muriel is not on screen during these two Threshold Tricks happening in the Final Fifteen. We know they are in the area, and they stay off screen during these things.

Once The Window Trick is done, Muriel shows up on the back bookend.

In case you missed it, that means that Muriel pockets the Threshold Tricks because Muriel is the front bookend to the first of the group and the back bookend to the last of the group.

Crowley still manages to bookend both sides of Muriel's last scene because he gets that extra cut just before the credits start.

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Now you have to have been following along or playing the long game to understand just how incredibly special that was.

Muriel has helped us so much in figuring out Crowley's play with key moments.

Muriel helped us figure out the short sideburns with the literal use of the word "human".

Muriel helped us figure out that Crowley shows reflections in his sunglasses when he wants to see something someone else is showing him.

Muriel helped us figure out that Crowley was possibly invisible in the elevator on the exit from Heaven.

Muriel has just been there helping us all along.

Muriel helped Crowley trick the Heaven elevator while misdirecting the audience into thinking Crowley is tricking Muriel.

I've taken this setup of these various scenes involving both characters to indicate that Crowley and Muriel have a deep trust in each other. They may have had a history as friends and/or mentor and student.

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Other things I remarked on with my Bookend Buddies post was the boxes for Crowley and Muriel and that Muriel convinces Crowley to change his appearance. When he does, his tie is then pocketed into his newly manifested gray jacket.

Crowley knew Muriel's rank before Muriel ever gave it to him, based on the scenes we saw, and Muriel knew Crowley's name before we ever saw them given his name.

Sure, you can make guesses, and reasonable ones at that, for why these things happen, but the story still took the time and effort to put them there.

Crowley can know Muriel's rank because he's the Acting First-Order Archangel due to Gabriel's amnesia. The torch was passed to him, possibly by accident, when Crowley and Aziraphale performed the hiding miracle in episode 1. Hence, the special torch Overhead Light Crowley gets. Then learning the rank is a power Crowley has at least once he entered Heaven first.

Muriel can know Crowley's name because Saraqael does, and Saraqael provided it in any information given for Muriel's assignment on Earth.

If we still want something not so easily explained away, perhaps we lost the first draft of the story where these two really learned this information about each other, and it just stuck with them in their latent memories.

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After that post, I broke down my work on the overall Earthly Objects game into a new set of posts. I made a post with a GIF dedicated to the Ground Zero cut of The Door Catch. I included some text describing the situation. The new Earthly Objects format was 3 posts, all linked to one main post.

In that main post, I acknowledged that this game tricked me into playing it. I'll go on about that here. This series of posts is named "Trickery" after all.

When I read other people's posts about the sideburns way back, I realize now that I recognized a game without those exact words in my head. This recognition was that of an invitation to play. I accepted that invitation without realizing it. All the pieces were in place to attract a player like me to begin with. You've got David Tennant as Crowley, for starters. Then you have a story with a lot of things that left me generally uneasy because I didn't know it, but I felt it, that what I just saw were games.

I just so happen to be a person who has the types of experiences useful into playing the games well enough to progress.

Then you give me an excuse to dig through videos and pictures of David Tennant as Crowley, thank you very much.

But the challenge is something that really impresses me about these games.

Like I said, I thought if it's that obvious, it can't be that hard. And then if it were that hard, I would just give up because I couldn't figure it out.

But that's not what happened.

The sideburns game wasn't all that hard, but in the process of playing it, I found the Earthly Objects game, and I found Earthly Objects just plain interesting enough to play that too.

Earthly Objects was challenging, and more challenging than the sideburns game, but I was still able to pass the challenges right up until figuring out a few things about The Pocket Trick, just enough to miss that one's core concept.

Then I initiated Round Two of the Threshold Tricks without realizing it.

Then the game was very, very hard, but it still wasn't so hard that I completely gave up on it. I had learned so much, and I could still progress in small increments.

If I had known the game was going to get so hard, I might not have played. But I really am glad I played. It is the most amazing game I have ever played. Granted, I'm biased because down in its core, this game is largely built around David Tennant being such a perfect Crowley.

Nonetheless, I was tricked. It really was that hard because pockets, but I didn't know any better, obviously.

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I eventually made another Bookend Buddies post regarding Muriel since I picked up on a few more things.

I still didn't have the simple explanation for tricking the Heaven elevator, but I felt I was getting close. It had something to do with the threshold thinking Muriel was arresting Crowley.

I didn't have the exact words, but the ideas pointed in that direction.

I also believe I found that Muriel has a Pocket Frame during the exit for Heaven and that the Pocket Frame is "Angel Arms."

Here are my two best guesses for the possible Touch Point:

Oh, speaking of, you remember how I mentioned thumb tips are relevant to the mechanics of The Sunglasses Trick and The Pocket Trick?

Muriel's doing something with their right hand if you look very closely:

Muriel might actually be the source or cause for the light to go up over Crowley. And...when the light does go up, that's when The Bigger Thresholds Trick gets its rainbow.

I also got a clue about the "first" thing with Crowley even though I didn't have it solved.

Just as Crowley prioritizes being first in using the Heave elevator, Muriel prioritizes being last.

In fact, there is a general "last" pattern found with Muriel once you look.

~BEGIN BOOKEND BUDDIES PART 2 EXCERPT FOR "LAST~

During the entrance part of the Triple (using the Heaven elevator), Muriel follows Crowley both times. They follow him in. They follow him out. That makes sense. There is only two of them, and Crowley wants to be first.

But...

When it comes to the exit, Muriel is last in the sequence of Crowley, Saraqael, and Muriel on the trek toward the elevator. When the angels follow Crowley toward the bookshop, Muriel is last there too.

As already stated in the last post, they are also the one who closed the doors.

Here are some more "last" patterns found with Muriel:

In their second and third matchbox scenes, they are the last character introduced to the scene.

They imply their own rank is last with saying they did not know there was a rank down from theirs.

They have a back bookend scene to the last of the Singles that became the Triple of The Sunglasses Trick.

They are the assistant for the last part of The Bigger Thresholds Trick.

They are the assistant for the last part of The Pocket Trick.

Due to Muriel's presence in episode 6, they also are on the back bookend of these last parts of these Tricks.

Both The Bigger Thresholds Trick and The Pocket Trick are complex tricks because they take place over more than one episode. While Muriel could not be the assistant to the last complex Threshold Trick, The Sunglasses Trick, it is the one time they bookend a Crowley scene on both sides without being in it themselves, if one assumes Aziraphale's moment alone is still the argument scene that is and I am remembering things in general properly.

In the entire season, Muriel is the last character seen to open and close a door.

~END BOOKEND BUDDIES PART 2 EXCERPT FOR "LAST~

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Well, so much for a "break form the pockets" on that adventure. It was fun adventure all the same. I really liked seeing the bookends form together that way.

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Speaking of pockets, at a certain point with The Pocket Trick, I had mostly hit my limits.

I redid the introduction for The Pocket Trick and since I like that one, you'll see some of it here in this post; it's probably a little edited since I initially posted it.

~BEGIN THE POCKET TRICK BASICS INTRO PORTION~

The Pocket Trick is difficult to say the least. This Threshold Trick was almost certainly meant to be found last because, from my own experience, it snowballs into an increasing realization of its profound impact on a lot of what is happening in Good Omens 2.

It is the epitome of the saying, "Big things come in small packages," and that was assuredly intentional.

The Pocket Trick is a monster.

It is a gigantic, frustrating, infuriating, challenging monster.

But at least it has a sense of humor.

And it's insightful too.

I call it a "giant pain" most of the time.

The core concept is, "Think outside the pocket."

That phrase is more commonly understood as "Think outside the box," but this Trick is about pockets. We'll think outside the box and replace that word with "pocket".

Once we start to think outside the pocket, a lot of other things in this confusing Trick start to make sense. Specifically, it helps to understand the idea to pocket while pocketing and grasp that these touches are puzzles using assorted word play and imagination.

It takes time for various aspects of this Threshold Trick to truly sink in.

I eventually thought of that core concept because Crowley gets boxed in, like in a frame—a Pocket Frame, but not fully boxed in as part of the touches in the Trick. Reason being, it's like putting Crowley in a pocket. There are both words right there. Plus, there is a lot happening outside the pocket. In fact, there are so many things, when I first started to grasp how much this Trick entails, it felt like everything matters when it comes to the pockets. That realization was—and still is—overwhelming.

~END THE POCKET TRICK BASICS INTRO PORTION~

Something that was lost from my previously shared notes on The Pocket Trick and the above excerpt was that at one point, I described this Trick's effect as more like hitting you like a ton of bricks. A snowball effect is more apt, so that's why I eventually changed it.

As you can see, I eventually committed to believing I have the core concept right.

With my play for The Pocket Trick being so limited, I felt ready to return to working on my posts for Crowley's sideburns. I made a new main post, more assuredly naming the game as The Sideburns Scheme.

I eventually changed the name of the "angry lightning walk" to Storming Out and described it as a dual tutorial for both games. The answer to the question, "How else can I figure out how the sideburns work if I know the story is lying to me?" is that..."The answer is in the question." You can't, so you have to rely on that answer to progress further in the game.

For a few months, I focused on going over all of Crowley's scenes with the sideburns while acknowledging and sometimes playing Earthly Objects in between. I also put forth a theory that Crowley performed a Big Miracle we didn't see that his hidden by that sequence. This miracle put the Book of Life into the matchbox that is in Heaven. I think Muriel was heavily involved in whatever was truly hidden. I suspect whatever this event is also how Crowley earned the more saturated red streak in his hair.

During this time is around when I decided to start reading Discworld novels in a desperate attempt to improve my play.

I ended up redoing the individual posts for The Pocket Trick in between making those sideburns posts. When I reached the first such touch, something sort of crystallized for me that I had already hinted at in the sideburns series of posts: The Threshold Tricks have at least two rounds of play. When I set aside the time to go over The Pocket Trick again and discovered the Tied Hands, that was my initiating Round 2 without realizing it.

While I do think Crowley is visible to Mr. Arnold and Aziraphale during the music shop scene, I think he's supposed to be invisible to the door, for the threshold he is tricking, because you can't really see Crowley's reflection on the window pane itself.

Getting back to the sideburns post series, as I reached episode 5, closer to the episode's end, I did have one extra realization. It's one of my last bits of my progress in the Earthly Objects game.

Every Threshold Trick is linked to a ball invitation.

You may recall that I took note that Crowley has a lot of touches in the magic shop. As I was working on my sideburns posts, I noticed a certain cut that lingered on those who had been invited on camera for the ball invitations. I also noticed Mutt's spouse.

Then it clicked. Mutt's invitation was an invitation for him and his spouse. They are a couple who were planning to celebrate their anniversary this night. Their invitation is linked to The Door Trick. The Door Trick is actually two Tricks, a Threshold Trick and a Magic Trick. Mutt's invitation is actually two invitations, one for him and one for his spouse. Additionally, Crowley touches the door on his way into the location.

That meant that I had to look at the other five invitations to see if they linked to the other Tricks, and they did.

The Window Trick is a match to Mr. Arnold's ball invitation because of Crowley's touch on the window pane. While two Threshold Tricks are happening in this scene, neither is the findable match specifically for the ball invitation. The clue is in the dialogue, Crowley touching the window, and the mechanics in use making sure that he is still visible to Mr. Arnold for Mr. Arnold's ball invitation.

The Bigger Thresholds Trick is a match to Mrs. Cheng's ball invitation. The three thresholds are behind Aziraphale and Crowley though Heaven's is not active yet. There are traces of hints to the touches involved for the tricks.

For example, Crowley is touching Aziraphale, but he does not let go of the touch. Aziraphale does.

Shadows are relevant to the Triple, and Crowley's shadow is on Aziraphale. Also, Crowley is by an angel.

I can't find anyone switching lanes, but I can find Aziraphale switching their sides by his turning around. He did switch their sides on exit from the pub.

The Perfect Entrance Trick is a match to Justine's ball invitation because of the background humans. One is touching the actual same coffee shop door used. Others have visual touches with the other thresholds. There is a human at the door to the coffee shop who I definitely noticed. I eventually determined their Black and White had meaning, but I think I also sensed their relevance was something more...and this link for Justine's invitation to a Threshold Trick was it.

The Pocket Trick is a match to Nina's ball invitation. Crowley touches his left pants pocket, and this pants pocket touch is not part of the touches for The Pocket Trick itself. It notably uses Crowley's left hand and left pocket. Generally, his other present day pocket touches that are not in The Pocket Trick involve the right pants pocket or both pockets.

The Sunglasses Trick is a match to Crowley's special invitation to the bookshop instead of the meeting for his ball invitation. The main clue is that his invitation has the third of three special face touches he has with his sunglasses in his Earthly Objects play.

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In the next post, we'll go over finding the simple explanation for the Heaven elevator.

The play is ridiculous and complex, but given how many months it took to get the answer, and what I'm trying to both preserve and show in this project, it makes sense to make a post about it.

We're nearly done for this series. (For reference: Trickery)

#crowley #david tennant #good omens #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #good omens crowley #good omens analysis #good omens 2 trickery

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guppygiggles · 9 months ago

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Like Real People Do, Part 5! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery is curious about tickling, which he's never experienced. Casper can hardly contain himself. Both are a bit nervous -- can they find a way to break the ice?

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Casper, Lee!Avery, VERY SUGGESTIVE, LOTS OF TEASING, SUPER SUPER GAY, NO MINORS!

☁️ Author's Note: This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've ever shared with Tumblr, and if you can believe it, I didn't even go as far as I wanted to, and I am planning on continuing this scene ahh-

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 *you are here

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

“So… how do you want me?”

We were standing at the foot of my neatly made, queen-sized bed. Avery was so tall that day, I wondered if his feet would hang off the end; it was going to be close. Biting my lip, I was helpless but to imagine him lying on his back, arms over his head as I straddled his waist, his boisterous laughter filling the room. How did I want him? How did I not?

I turned to look at him, still dressed in his cold-weather day clothes. He hadn't even taken off his sweater, yet.

“Well, you won't be very comfortable wearing that outfit. You might… get a bit warm. Did you bring anything to sleep in?”

“Warm, huh? You must have big plans for me,” he quipped, catching me off guard, and then added with a giggle before I could respond, “just playing; I’ll go change.”

As clothing shuffled on the other side of the bathroom door, I was grateful for the hum of my AC unit to cushion the silence. Just listening felt intrusive, but my apartment was so small, there was no way to give him more privacy. Leaning against the wall of my bedroom, I looked down at my socked toes flexing against the carpet. I’d never seen Avery's bare feet before. I'd never seen most parts of his body; in the few months I'd known him, he'd never worn anything more revealing than his standard short sleeve button-up and slacks, even in the summer. Sheepishly, I wondered what his belly looked like; I bet it was as soft as the rest of him, maybe even softer. I wondered if I'd be able to see the mysterious storm inside of him more clearly on a bigger canvas. I imagined his ribs, his sides, his underarms… how ticklish was each spot? Was he squirmy? Squeaky? Was he the type to hold his giggles in until he couldn't stand it anymore…?

I whimpered, fidgeting impatiently as I tried to resist the urge to imagine him further; I was beginning to sweat, and we hadn't even started yet. Graciously, I did not have to wait long – hearing the bathroom door open, I peeked around the corner.

Avery emerged wearing a sky-blue tank top and matching plaid flannel pants. Like some Victorian-era aristocrat spying an uncovered ankle for the first time, I blushed at the sight of his smooth, white shoulders and biceps. His skin had the appearance of marble, albeit with a slight translucency; like thick smoke trapped in a bottle, I could barely make out the billowing, swirling texture beneath.

“Ah… I stole these clothes. It was before we met,” said Avery, bashfully.

I took a moment to gather myself. “Oh, th-that’s okay. Walmart has enough money, you know? And, that blue looks very nice on you.”

A much lighter shade of blue colored his pallid cheeks. “Oh, thank you! You told me before that you liked when I wore this color, so… I thought you might like it.”

A brief silence passed between us.

“So, dewdrop… do you want me to just lay down?”

The tension was palpable. I was desperate to break the ice.

“Sure, just get comfortable. And, geez… don't be so tense!” I paused, exhaling a held breath, and appreciating the irony that I was also very tense. I summoned my strength to say the next few words out loud: “T-tickling is supposed to be fun, you know? You're not nervous, are you? It's just me… little pipsqueak Casper,” I reassured him, offering a shy smile. “I'm not gonna torture you, okay? We'll go slow.”

Avery smiled back, but I was still sensing a bit of trepidation. “Ah… I guess I am a little nervous. I mean, I'm excited, too! I just know this is important to you, and… I'm worried I won't… meet your expectations.” He trailed off, growing quiet at the end as he looked away from me.

Avery's expression crushed me like a piece of hard candy. I closed the gap between us, placing my hands on his bare shoulders.

“You worry so much about disappointing me, and yet you never have, not one time. Avery, there is no way you could react that would change how I feel about you. Even if it turns out that you hate being tickled. Hell, I'm… I'm grateful you're even willing to try this with me,” I comforted, gently stroking my thumb along his skin. “If you don't like it, nothing will change. We'll just get some ice cream, watch another movie and cuddle until it's time for bed. Okay?”

He smiled at me, then; a real smile, and he seemed to relax a bit, too. “Thanks, dewdrop.”

“Anytime, cutie. Now go get comfortable, and we'll see if this pipsqueak can give you a giggle or two.”

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I inhaled deeply as a stream of cool vapor filled the room. Keeping a humidifier in my apartment was a necessity when Avery was around, especially during the dryer months. He liked when I used scented oil, too; today it was lavender, but I could still detect the scents of old books and wet stone on Avery's skin as he laid beside me. I sat at his hip on the bed, legs folded pretzel-style as I placed my hands on his tummy, over his shirt.

“I’m just gonna rub a bit first, okay?” I didn't want to catch him off guard – I'd never touched Avery like this before. Sure, I'd rubbed his back or arms occasionally while cuddling, but I'd never intentionally touched a “classic tickle spot” with intent, the way I was about to.

“Ah, okay…” He relaxed a bit, sinking into the bed as my hands rubbed his belly, over his shirt. Through the thin fabric, his skin was cool and soft against my palms. I felt a slight vibration as he hummed; he seemed to be enjoying it. As I caressed near where his belly button would be, Avery’s face scrunched a bit, and he shifted slightly against the bed.

“Holy shit, already?” I thought. My heart was going crazy.

“What's wrong?” I asked, the faintest lilt in my voice.

“I, ah, felt something… different…“ He said, a little breathlessly. I watched his blush deepen, soft blue spreading across his face.

“Hehe, if this is already making you squirm, you're probably super ticklish,” I said, and then grew a bit bolder, “you ready to try a real tickle, now?”

It seemed he mustered a bit of confidence, himself, because his response caught me off guard:

“Do your worst, dewdrop.” His eyes were teasing; even a bit challenging. Where did this come from?!

Despite my furious blush, I did all I could do: respond in kind.

“Oh, my worst? Alright, you asked for it, Nimbus!”

With that, my fingers went from flat to clawed, and I began to wiggle them into Avery's soft tummy. It was far from my worst; I knew he didn't even understand what he’d asked for, and I didn't want to overwhelm him. Nonetheless, his response validated my suspicions.

Avery's back arched off the bed, his fingers splaying out as his hands rested at his sides. His cheeks puffed up as his face scrunched even more, and I could see him fighting a smile that threatened to break into a laugh at any second. His blush was so vibrant now, his glasses were fogging up. Noticeably absent, though, was any effort to stop me.

My god.

Something awoke inside me, and I let it take control.

“What's wrong, cupcake~? I thought you wanted my worst, and this is still far from it. Doesn't look like you're handling it too well, are you? Are you just a little ticklish here? Why don't you tell me~?” My words were saturated with teasing. Though I wasn't inexperienced with tickling, I'd had very few opportunities to be the tickler in the past, and that side of me clearly ached to come alive. Despite practically trembling with nervous energy, there was no reasoning with the demon; it was hungry, and Avery was the first meal it’d had in years.

“I- kehehe… I c- ahahaha!” He tried to respond, his words both laced with and interrupted by laughter at each attempt. My fingers jumped around to different spots on his belly – scribbling below his navel, gently pinching his sides, wiggling all ten into his softness at the center, never letting him adjust to the sensation. It was immediately clear just how uncontrollable his giggles were; Avery laughed as though he didn't expect to, and was being ambushed by just how ticklish he was.

“Awwww, who knew clouds were this ticklish? C'mon, I know you've got a big laugh in there… let's hear it, hm? Do I need to try a different spot, maybe?” I taunted, moving my hands up to his chest, my digits now formed into wide claws as I gently dug my fingertips into his ribs.

“PFFFff hehehehahaha!” He cried, and for the first time, he moved his hands. I was expecting him to grab my wrists – instead, he used them to cover his now wildly-flushed face. My heart melted. How was he this cute?!

“Aww, don't hide from me! I want to see you laughing up a storm!” I joked, unable to resist giggling along with him; his unrestrained laughter was infectious. It seemed my weather-related wordplay had quite the effect on Avery as well, as his laughter spiked significantly.

“Don't sahahahahay THAHAHhahahat!” he whined through his cackling, hands still firmly covering his blushing face. He squirmed beneath my fingers, which still randomly and playfully spidered along his ribcage. Considering his laughter was practically bouncing off the walls, he stayed remarkably still as I tickled him; I wondered if it was because he enjoyed it?

“Hehehe, aww, what's wrong? Was the weather teasing a little too close to home? Listen, being this ticklish is snow laughing matter,” I continued to taunt, twisting the knife as my fingers switched to dancing up and down his plush, unguarded sides. Avery roared with laughter.

“AHAHAHhahah! STAHAHAHAP!” He begged, and I instantly stilled my fingertips. Still hiding his face, Avery's chest heaved as he caught his breath, exhales fluttering with soft giggles. I tenderly stroked the curves of his head, and as I did, I felt a curious tingle in my fingers – then, I noticed for the first time that tiny sparks of electricity were shooting off from his skin.

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to overwhelm you,” I said, afraid for a moment that I had gone too far.

I watched as he lowered his hands and looked at me. He was beaming; the edges of his flushed face practically glowed with humming electricity.

“That was so much fun! I can see why you like it so much.” His huge grin revealed a row of delicate, round teeth.

“I am so glad you liked it! Gosh, Avery, you are so ticklish. In fact, I bet you're ticklish everywhere.”

“Ooh, can we find out?”

I stared at him. I had never said it out loud, but in that moment, I was sure I couldn't possibly love him more.

“Oh, don't worry – the night is young, and I've got lots more weather puns I can't wait to try on you.”

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https://www.tumblr.com/roleplayhonestybox/750913066334568448/httpswwwtumblrcomroleplayhonestybox750712452?source=share God, I feel that right now. I do. I've had this one person. We were close friends. Like... really, really, really close. I travelled to another continent to meet them. We talked daily. We RPed like the devil. We cried together, ate together, went to bed together, even with an ocean between us. And then they were gone. Without warning. For three years. And then they were back. For about a year. And gone again. For four years. The first time they ghosted, I tried to get out again on tumblr, RPed a lot with some people, even had some awesome RPs going that I think of fondly. But it was never quite the same. I never quite clicked the same with anyone. The second time they ghosted me for so long, it hit me with force. I didn't write for four years. Not at all. I couldn't. Not for myself. Not with others. I didn't make art. I even stopped listening to certain kinds of music. I buried it all so deep, trying to suppress every thought about them or the worlds we created. Now they're back again, miraculously, but as much as I love them, as much as I enjoy writing again... I know this might be over again soon. Any day, I tell myself. I’m just waiting for the hammer to fall, just to be prepared. I'd be a fool to just hope for the best. I'm having a hard time trusting them, obviously. I'm having a hard time allowing myself to believe this will last. I stay up at ungodly times even on workdays to squeeze out as much time as I possibly can to write for as long as I can. For as long as this will last. And with how the whole RP scene changed in the past years, with how utterly exhausting it has become to put out and answer ads, with all the ghosting and blocking and just… impersonal atmosphere of it all - I know that if they left again... they would take whole universes with them (and again a part of my heart) and I couldn't write once more. I’d never find anyone like them in another RP partner. I've never, ever clicked with anyone the way I did with them, even though I know that this feeling is likely not mutual. And I doubt I would have ever felt the urge to reach out to others... had they been consistent, had they stayed. I always thought our RPs were so special. I always thought we clicked so well, both personally and in writing. And I’m utterly terrified of the moment to find them gone again.

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caitierose-butwithfics · 1 year ago

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Birds Of A Feather

Description: After the events of Majesty, Jack decides it's time to move out of Nightswan tower, at least until they can defeat Nightswan for good. But when his final trip home turns more bitter then sweet, he finds help and sympathy in the most unlikely of places.

Authors Note: This is my first fic on this site, so please remember to reblog, like, and share your love. This particular fic is not based on any other preexisting fic. This is based on a prompt from the fabulous @anja-the-sane-sibling, so make sure to show them some love as well!! If you have a prompt you would like me to write about, make sure to message me!!! I also have a different blog, @caitlynnrosespn, which is my primary blog. (Side note: In advance, I would like to apologize for any missing special characters, since Tumblr is causing me issues :D)(Side note #2: If the panic attack scene reads a bit too much like Imperfect's panic attack scene, that's mostly because @thornkinglegacy is a terrific writer who perfectly wrote what being triggered looks like. I have PTSD, so I'm basing my scene off of actual triggers I experience:D)

VIEWER DISCRETION: There is discussion of child abuse, child neglect, and alcoholism. Characters are depicted to have scars on their persons, and one character experiences a trauma related panic attack. Mention of bruises, burns, and blood.

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Jack paced his old room impatiently. Wanderlust and the others insisted on helping Jack pack up his things, despite the fact that Mother had not allowed him to own much more than the clothes on his back. They said that this day may be quite hard on his own, and he should have others to help him. In a way they were quite right.

Jack had never lived anywhere outside of the Tower; had never even ventured outside of Cygnus. All his life he had been deepened on Mother to live, depended on her to decide he was worth something enough to keep him alive. Now that the Tower was empty of all inhabitants, Jack thought that he could just survive there until he figured out a better living situation. But things were... strange here. Odd things kept happening to Jack. He could be going down the stairs, and almost be to the bottom when he would suddenly reappear at the top. Or when he tries to sleep, how the second he drifts off a million hands seems to appear out of nowhere and cling on to him. Only when he wakes up, the feeling disappears instantly. Jack couldn't remember the last time he actually slept.

Wanderlust had asked his father about it,and his father said that it was possible that they were just lingering effects of Mother's magic. She had managed to disturb the Flow of millions of Dancers, after all. But, he also said that there was a possibility that Mother knew Jack was back in the Tower, and was trying to reach him through her magic. He said that that might explain why Jack felt like millions of hands were trying to drag him away in his dreams. Because they might be trying to drag him back to her.

Either way, The Traveler had suggested that Jack live with him while they sort things out. Jack would be safe with them, he had said, since The Traveler already had extensive barriers against dark magic around his home. They were quite the powerful family, after all. Jack had, at first, rejected the offer. For one, he barely knew Wanderlust's family. For years Mother had told him that they were terrible people, and while Jack knew she was probably lying, years of conditioning does wonders on one's psyche. And for another, if they were truly good people, he didn't want to put them in harms way. The Traveler may be powerful, but Jack had seen his Mother's power too. Were these magical barriers truly enough to keep them all safe from Mother's magic?

But despite his protests, Wanderlust was persistent. He was the only reason Jack eventually agreed. He trusted the Prince, and if he genuinely thought this was a good plan, that Jack will trust him.

Almost as if thinking about him summoned him, a portal appeared behind Jack, and four giggling people stepped out. Wanderlust, with Sara, Brezziana, and Mihaly. Their good mood was almost enough to brighten Jack's dim room. Almost.

"Jack!" Brezziana was always the first one to rush forward and give him a huge hug. Ever since the battle with Mother, Brezziana took every opportunity to remind him that he was one of them, despite who his mother was.

"You are about twenty minutes late," Jack said with a small smile, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around the energetic Dancer.

"We would have been on time if Mihaly hadn't lost their earbuds!"

Mihaly stood, admiring the room, earbuds surely blasting music, completely oblivious to the new attention turned their way. They spun on one foot, suddenly realizing all eyes were turned on them. They removed one earbud, and sure enough music loudly blared out of it. "What?"

That was met with more laughter as Mihaly did their customary bow. Mihaly was not one for physical touch, which Jack appreciated. Sara, on the other hand, gave him a soft hug. She always seemed to understand him better than the others, treating him gently and giving him space when needed.

Lastly, Wanderlust stepped forward, giving him his signature bow with the biggest smile. Jack gave him a slight bow in response. He didn't really know what was the right way to respond to his greetings, but that always seemed to work alright.

Brezziana bit her lip, taking the room into consideration. "Is this your room Jack?"

"Always has been."

Brezziana touched one of the gray walls. "But it just seems so..."

"Lifeless? I believe that's the point."

His friends looked at him, shock, disbelief, and sympathy all toying with their features. They knew his life was far from pretty, but now being inside of his childhood room, everything he said about his childhood felt different. Jack looked down, suddenly ashamed. He had been careful not to share too much about his childhood. Had they seen too much already?

The silence seemed to stretch out forever before Wanderlust finally said, a bit too cheerfully, "I have an idea! How about me, Brezziana, and Mihaly stay here to pack up your room, and you and Sara go and see if there's anything around the Tower you would like to take with us?" Brezziana nodded eagerly, while Mihaly shared a small smile. Jack stood for a moment, scared to venture much past his bedroom door. Finally, he nodded. His mother kept many things from him in this Tower, and it would do him good to find them again.

Sara grabbed his hand and gently guided out of the room, where the others were already packing up anything they could find. Their laughter, and Brezziana's startled "Dios mio, Wanderlust! Who taught you to pack?" were soon nothing but echoes in the halls.

"So, where do you want to start?" Sara asked, inspecting the walls of the Tower. Jack stared straight ahead, thinking about everything that he could possibly want from his childhood home. His clothes, of course, maybe a few trinkets from his room, his ca-

Oh no. His cane.

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?"

"My cane. It's in my rehearsal room."

"Oh. Oh no."

The rehearsal room. The room where he spent every waking moment of his childhood. The room where his mom tortured him with endless hours of dancing, singing, and beatings if he was not perfect. Jack could feel the sting of her claws still, making deep cuts on his face and his arms.

"Jack? I could go and grab it for you."

He shook his head. No, that wouldn't do. Because then he would be left alone. And he couldn't be alone right now. He couldn't go back to his room either. That would worry the others, and they would panic more than Sara if they saw him like this. The only option was to press forward.

He moved, almost mechanically, towards that dreaded room. Sara followed at a safe distance, biting her lip nervously. She was unsure of what she should do, what would even help at this point.

Jack considered leaving it, but that wasn't an option either. It was left for him by his father, and one of the only things from Father that Mother actually let him have. He couldn't leave that behind.

He reached the room, breathing heavy. The mirrors, identical to the ones underneath the performance room, were reflecting back his panicked face. In, out. He tried to keep breathing as he entered the room, unwelcome memories pouring in. Memories of his mom stalking the doorway, watching him dance. Watching him continuously fail. Always there to remind him what the cost of failure was. Such painful reminders, they always were.

There. His cane was lying, neglected, in the middle of the room. He just had to grab it and get the fuck out of here. But he could barely breathe, his vision blurry. Sara called his name, distressed. She had been calling his name for a little while, but he couldn't hear.

He dropped to his knees suddenly, unable to go further. He pulled his knees close to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut so hard that he could see patterns in his visions.

"Again." Mother would demand, watching him fall to the floor in exhaustion, not moving to help him up again.

"I can't," He would breathe in exhaustion. It didn't matter if he was 8, or 12, or 15, or as of just recently, 18. That response always would get her moving. She would stand over him, waiting for him to get up on his own. But he never could. Exhausted, sleep deprived, and starved, Jack couldn't move. So Mother made him. She would grab him by the arm, or the collar of his shirt, or his throat, and force him back to his feet, her claws always so close to tearing his skin. Sometimes she would cut him, to make a point.

"Did I say you could practice until you couldn't?"

"No, Mother."

"So when did I say you could stop practicing?"

"Mother, I can't do much mo-" A hard smack to his face would always cut him off. Those claws would often times would cut deep into his skin as well, leaving it blue, black, and covered in blood.

"When, Jack, did I say you could stop practicing?"

"When it's perfect," he would whisper pitifully.

"And is it perfect."

"No, Mother."

"Then you will keep practicing. I don't care how long it takes, I don't care if you drop dead! It will be perfect!"

She would throw him to the ground like a ragdoll, and it would take all of his willpower to stand up and keep practicing.

Jack could feel each tiny little scar on his arms, each one of them from her. She had always shamed him for how easily his arms scared. If he was truly strong, she said, she wouldn't be able to hurt him as easily. But he wasn't strong, Mother would taunt. He was weak. Fragile. Nothing. A failure.

Even now, he could hear her voice yell at him for messing up once again. Jack. Jack. Jack! JACK!

"JACK! Can you hear me?"

Jack blinked in surprise. That wasn't Mother's voice. He looked up to a shocking display.

Sara sat on her jacket, directly across from him, palms up. She was so concerned, her eyes focused on him. But that was the least shocking thing about her.

This was the first time he had seen Sara without her jacket. Scars danced up her arms, mostly burns that looked like they were caused by a cigarette, but some cut scars as well.

It took a second for her to notice where his gaze was, but when she finally did, she put her hands down and instead thrust her arms towards Jack for inspection.

"These? They were caused by my father. He always had a hot temper, but when my mom left him and I when I was 10? He uh... he found his comfort in other things. Alcohol, mostly. And when he was drunk, his temper turned from hot to scorching. And I guess I looked a little too much like my mom when he was drunk, so he took all the anger directed at her out on me." She gave an empty chuckle, lowering her arms. "That's why I poured so much of myself into my job. Why I hid myself. Wanderlust taught me to live when he transported me here. You guys helped me heal."

Jack stared at her, shocked. He would have never guessed that he and Sara were so...similar. She knew his pain. Things made so much more sense now. She looked him in the eye and gave him a small smile.

"You don't have to hide what you went through Jack. You're not weak because of the things she put you through. You were vulnerable, and she took advantage of that. But she's gone. We are here for you, now." She reached out and gently held out his hand. "And you are safe now."

Jack stared at Sara, something building in him. Safe? He didn't think he deserved safety. Love. But maybe Sara was right. Maybe...

Jack couldn't help it as uncontrollable tears slid down his checks. Sara smiled sadly, and wrapped her arms around him gently as he wept quietly on her shoulder. It felt good. Years and years of pain, sadness, and broken trust all let out in a moment. Sara gently rubbed his back, reassuring and encouraging him to let it all out.

Minutes, who knows how many, passed before Jack finally sat back, taking a wavering deep breath. "We should go back before they start to worry."

"Of course."

"First, I should probably grab my ca-" Jack looked up from wiping his eyes, to see Sara standing, already holding his cane.

"You needed some space, so I thought I would grab it for you," Sara said with a smile as she offered him her hand.

He accepted with a similar smile, only ruined a tiny bit by his red rimmed eyes. "Good idea."

He held his cane in one hand, Sara's hand in another, as they walked together out of the room that held so much hurt, so much pain. But no longer did it hold any power over Jack.

"Sara?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you. Thank you for... well... thank you."

Sara met his eyes with a kind smile. "Anytime.

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Back with the others, Wanderlust, Brezziana, and Mihaly had made quick work of Jack's room. Thankfully, the red in Jack's eyes had gone down. He will tell them everything, eventually, but not yet.

"You ready?" Wanderlust asked with the biggest smile on his face. The excitement he had over having a new roommate was almost palpable.

Jack took one last look at the childhood room. The room that was vacant of life, vacant of light. It hadn't changed much, they hadn't taken much. No longer would he have to dread sleeping in this barren room. He looked down at Sara, who had a reassuring smile on her face, and took a deep breath.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

And all together, he walked through the portal with his four friends, into new beginnings.

#jd jack rose #jd sara #jd mihaly #jd brezziana #just dance 2024 #just dance #jd wanderlust #jd headcanons #jd night swan

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EXCLUSIVE BORIS JOHNSON: My 'manly pep talk' with Harry in bid to stop Megxit - first extraordinary revelation from the political memoir of the century serialised exclusively by the Mail by u/Von_und_zu_

EXCLUSIVE BORIS JOHNSON: My 'manly pep talk' with Harry in bid to stop Megxit - first extraordinary revelation from the political memoir of the century, serialised exclusively by the Mail https://ift.tt/3ng9OCG Pep Talk" sounds like an attempt to appeal to Harold's ego by paying tribute to Harold and praising Megsy's "work." I find it so interesting the lengths they all went to to persuade Harold and his wife to stay. No wonder Harold and Megs have such a high opinion of themselves and thought the RF would cave and beg them to come back. Boris Johnson made an extraordinary last-ditch bid to persuade Prince Harry not to quit the UK.The former Prime Minister reveals in his sensational new memoir that he was asked to give the Duke of Sussex a 'manly pep talk' to convince him it would be a mistake to leave Britain for a fresh start abroad with his wife Meghan.Mr Johnson's new book, Unleashed, will be serialised in the Daily Mail from Saturday, and is already tipped to become the political memoir of the century.He reveals that in January 2020, just weeks after his landslide election win, officials in Downing Street and Buckingham Palace believed he might be able to talk Harry out of his seismic decision to quit the UK and walk away from his royal duties.The ex-PM writes that there was 'a ridiculous business... when they made me try to persuade Harry to stay. Kind of manly pep talk. Totally hopeless.'The secret meeting, which underlines the close links between No 10 and the Palace, took place in the margins of a UK-Africa investment summit in London's Docklands.It came just hours after the duke gave an emotional speech in which he said he and Meghan were leaving with 'great sadness' but felt they had 'no other option' but to step away from royal life.The two men met for 20 minutes without aides as Mr Johnson tried to persuade the prince to reconsider.A friend said Mr Johnson paid tribute to Harry's efforts on the Invictus Games and praised Meghan's work on their shared passion for promoting the education of women and girls in developing countries.'He thought they were a great asset to UK plc and it was a real shame they were leaving when they were doing such great work,' the friend said.'It was a man-to-man conversation, they were totally alone. But Harry wasn't for turning – he was unpersuadable by that point.'Boris succeeded in delivering Brexit but even he couldn't stop Megxit.'https://ift.tt/zdTeFAc post link: https://ift.tt/wVLH42E author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: September 26, 2024 at 09:59PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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fish-bowl-2 · 10 months ago

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Ok. I had this ask in my inbox for the longest time. I am so sorry anon. I tried to answer it earlier, but I was on vacation with only access to Tumblr mobile, which is a major pain in the ass when it comes to editing drafts. TWICE all my answers got deleted. Here I am for round three but on a desktop computer, so I can finally set these thoughts down worry-free.

Admittedly, it is kind of hard to rank the kids from favorite to least favorite. Obviously my favorites are the Eds, but I see value in all the characters, and can name any number of episodes where I find one or the other entertaining. One of the benefits of having a small tight-knit cast. I hope you don't mind if I just rank my thoughts on them alphabetically.

Jimmy: His inclusion within the show is super interesting to think about. Not that I am an expert on the social climate at the time, but there are way more diverse male characters in children's media now than there seemed to be back then. Not that Jimmy's depiction is perfect, but I find him very likable and entertaining in a way that I laugh with him more then AT him. If there is anything about his person that is made fun of is his tendency to be accident prone, rather than his effeminacy directly. I think people undervalue the amount of good lines he has too. He often says stuff that totally catches me off-guard lmao.

Johnny: Of all the kids, he is the one I think the least about. I admit to finding him kind of grating, but I think that is VERY intentional seeing how the other characters react to him on the show. He still has fantastic moments though. Episodes that come to mind are "Dear Ed", "Rent-a-Ed", and "Shoo-Ed".

Kevin: I think he is SERIOUSLY funny. There are so many moments where his deadpan humor just gets to me. I think I've laughed out loud the most with his comebacks. I like the approach of depicting him too. He plays the 'bully' role for the Eds, but that doesn't make him an entirely unlikeable muscle-head. If anything he appears more unimpressed and suspicious of events that transpire. I like that 60 Minutes detail in the pitch bible a lot not only because it is funny, but it establishes something interesting about his paranoia. Especially emphasized in the episode "See No Ed". I also really like his friendship with Rolf. In a lot of other kid shows it would have been an easy choice to have Kevin bully the "foreign" kid, but instead they are buddies. Really emphasizes how targeted the Eds ostracization is.

Lee: I really like her! I think she might be my personal favorite Kanker. I like how unashamed her aura is, and her design is my favorite (granted I think all the Kankers have good designs). I am going to repeat this a lot with her sisters, so I might just say it here: I really do wish there was more exploration into their personalities. I think this is my biggest gripe with the show as a whole. It feels at some point the team couldn't really figure out what to do with them, which is disappointing. (I think they have been quoted to say as much but I cannot vouch for that. If anyone desires, feel free to pull up a source or link).

Marie: I feel she is the Kanker with the LEAST defined personality, which makes her difficult to analyze. With Lee, even though there isn't anything extensive to go by, I can inference that she seems to be the "oldest" of her sisters, and takes on a leadership role in a reflection of her Ed-of-interest. May is definitely the "baby" of the girls. Somewhat ditzy and sensitive, which gets her pushed around. As for Marie, I guess she is jealous??? (maybe this is an unfortunate reality to being the middle sibling </3) She doesn't really share much with Double Dee like Eddy and Ed do with Lee and May which makes this even more difficult to pin down. To me she seems to mostly share a connection to him in design. I kind of subscribe to the interpretation that she is avid in "street smarts" in comparison to Edd's "book smarts", but that more of a headcanon than something confirmed by the show. I don't know, I am confused by her a bit. Because of this lack of...anything, I find it interesting that so many 30+ year old 90s kids are so enamored by her. This is definitely the unfortunate side-effect of being a fictional goth/emo aligned girl.

May: Of all the Kankers, she is the one I feel has received the most defined personality throughout the show's evolution. By no means is it a lot, but it feels like she is way more than just a "dumb ditz" stereotype to match Ed. I think this is why so many fans connect to her, and it feels like she has grown pretty popular with the fandom on here as a result.

Nazz: She's chill. I like her. She doesn't have much of a dynamic personality to go off of though. Honestly, even less than the Kankers who have that whole nasty, gross girl thing going on that makes them really entertaining and relatable. I do like how that in the earlier seasons she is depicted as a bit of a tomboy/skater girl. It is a lot more unique than making her simply a "popular girl" stereotype, and actually makes it understandable why all these preteen boys would be all over her. She genuinely seems cool to hang out with. A lot of the time she appears to be amicably hanging out with Kevin, which I think is sweet too.

Rolf: Who doesn't love Rolf lol? I've gotten into arguments with my sister on whether his depiction on the show is politically incorrect or not. I don't think he is by any means a squeaky-clean impression, but I don't find find it to the level of any kind of cancellable offense, or by any means racist! I think the fact that his upbringing is inspired by Danny's experience coming from an Italian family emphasizes a bit of acknowledged sympathy to the character. Not all the neighborhood kids understand him, but that doesn't ostracize him. If anything, he seems to be seen as a bit of an elder or "sage" if you will, in the eyes of the other kids. I think that element is super interesting and deserves to get talked about more.

Sarah: I think she gets way too much hate. Of course she is super annoying and mean, but that is kind of the package of the role she plays. If she was super nice all the time there wouldn't be a lot of stakes for the Eds. I think her bitter vendetta against Eddy is so funny. Her friendship with Jimmy is great as well. I really love strong girl characters being protectors of a boy character. It is such a good take on an otherwise overly used trope.

#once again thank you so much for the patience #hope these answers are to your liking : ) I am totally open to expanding on some of them if I am not entirely clear #I didn't want to make this TOO long but lol #asks

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julieverne · 1 year ago

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The con

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Susie opened Tumblr on her phone as surreptitiously as she could. A new DM! From RizzoliOnIsles! Yes! She pumped her fist, then looked around to make sure no one noticed how excited she was. She propped herself against a wall, trying to steady her heartbeat. 'I'll be there' was all it said.

RizzlesCon was next week, and Susie was more than ready for it. She hadn't told Doctor Isles or Detective Rizzoli about the fanbase their documentary had garnered for itself, that everyone had been watching with baited breath to see if they'd ever - finally - kiss. Susie had been working on a fic - an explicit fic - with RizzoliOnIsles, and she knew it was only a momentary infatuation, but she couldn't help anticipating what could be the start of something great.

RizzoliOnIsles was awesome, even if she thought Jane was the top. She clearly wasn't; Maura was the more dominant one. But then, Susie worked with them. She was struck by a moment of anxiety; she hadn't mentioned she'd been on the show too, and she wondered if ROI would be mad.

Two sleeps to go - not that she was going to sleep until they put this murder to bed. She slid her phone away with a little smile and went back to her microscope.

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Susie adjusted her RizzleSwanQueen tag nervously. She'd heard that some of the people from BPD would be there - other than her. Once she found ROI, she'd have to discard her nametag - if Jane ever found out she'd written the one about Maura putting Jane on a literal leash in the station, or the one where Susie walked in on them going at it and was invited to join in, or the one where Jane got absolutely railed on the autopsy table - well, her life wouldn't be worth living.

Oh God. Doctor Isles. She looked pale, and Susie tried to hide her tag, but it was too late. She'd seen it.

She hadn't thought about what would happen if Maura found out who she was, but she was the scarier of the two. Not that Susie had been mean about it, but she'd described her boss's nude body in excruciating detail. Accurately too, since she'd seen it at work. Multiple times.

"You're RizzleSwanQueen?" Maura asked, and Susie blushed, looking down, wondering how she'd ever find another job without a reference. Her eyes caught on Maura's name tag. Wait.

Wait.

RizzoliOnIsles.

Holy.

Holy Motherfu-

Holy Moly.

Maura gave her a shy smile, and Susie thought back over the cyber sessions they'd had where she'd role played Maura and - what? Maura had role played Jane? The things they'd done to each other. Susie blushed again, but Maura just reached out a hand and took Susie's.

Jane strode on stage, all confidence and charisma.

"Okay, I've just had a crash course in Rizzles fanfic, and you're all sick little freaks. And I couldn't be in better company!"

Susie's heart sank. She loved Maura - who didn't - but she loved Maura and Jane together. And if Maura was ROI, and Jane knew about the fic, the smut, all the kinky things Maura and Susie wrote about wanting to do with Jane - then -

Jane jumped off the stage into a crowd of cheering lesbians and crowd-surfed her way over to Susie and Maura.

"Oh. RizzleSwanQueen. Maura and I share a Tumblr account," Jane told Susie with an arched brow, before kissing Maura thoroughly.

The crowd went wild, and Susie had a feeling that things might work out after all.

#Rizzles #rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #susie chang #rizzles ficlet #rizzles fanfic

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imaginespazzi · 3 months ago

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Once again suuuuper late with my GH thoughts (Chapter 6 now) so if you don't wanna answer since so many people have already sent theirs that's fine and I'll do Chapter 7 way sooner this time. Anyways here we go:

-Ok the flashbacks are always adorable so this one was no different. When they sneak out and Paige is being cocky, Azzi tells her not to tempt fate, to which Paige responds “Fate’s got nothing in front of Paige Bueckers. I make my own fate”. Now I might be reaching but I feel like it's foreshadowing since we can see that the fate Paige attempted to make for herself didn't work out, and maybe Paige and Azzi are simply supposed to end up together, because they're soulmates, because it's fate. The picnic gave me In Between Shades Of Blue vibes and I loved the whole thing. Azzi getting mad at the girl for never texting Paige after their date also really feels like when she got mad at Olivia for the questions she asked Paige during the press conference.

-I feel like we're seeing a lot of Azzi overthinking, Azzi worrying, Azzi pushing away, and Paige looks like she's ready to jump back into everything so fast which wouldn't make sense because then she could've and should've tried in those 8 years apart. "And I get it- I get that you’re not ready to be all in on this with me yet and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not completely ready either." I think this is you subtlely warning us that now that Azzi's finally slowly pulling, Paige will start pushing. With the way the chapter ends, I also feel like if anyone runs away in the morning, it'll be Paige.

-The car seat??? Adorable. "And this way if you ever need me to take Stephie off you" it would be amazing if you wrote a Paige and Stephie scene, maybe she takes her out for ice cream and to the park again or something like that.

-"She knows her parents had never cut Paige out; hell they’d been at her wedding to some other woman -and Azzi had pushed them to go knowing Paige would need it-" makes me wonder if they would've gone if she hadn't insisted. They most definitely still loved Paige because she's pretty much become a daughter, and it's not to say their supportiveness was fake, but I feel like maybe everyone has an inner Drew. For example in In Between Shades Of Blue, I felt bad for Zoe, I really did, but I couldn't help how I also loved the way Jon, José and Drew all seemed to dislike this new person taking Paige's "place" (sorta, even if they hadn't dated).

-"“Miss Buecks does not cheat,” Stephie yells back loyally." I really don't think of Paige as a cheater but this line also just made me think about something I'd already sort of given some thought, would Paige cheat on Olivia with Azzi? Did she? Even just 1 day, 1 night? "Jon rounds on Azzi, who’s been silently watching the situation, “did you help her cheat?”" I don't know, I'm overthinking as always but these are just my thoughts about the chapter and fic in general after all so why not share.

Ok so that's it and I'm really new to tumblr but you told me to pick an emoji when I sent in my Chapter 5 thoughts, from what I'm getting it's so you recognize anons? So here I guess, if I can have this one:🪐

Hi friend! Wether you review the day after or weeks and weeks later, I will always be just as excited to read and reply to your reviews <

-I'm glad you caught it. That line was definitely both a bit of foreshadowing and some tongue-in-cheek humor because obviously Paige didn't really get to control fate in the future. But it's also an ode to being a teenager and really thinking you do have the world in your grasp, only to get older and realize that, that's not quite true.

-A lot of you seem to be on the same page (pun intended lol) re: Paige being the one to run away. Guess we'll find out!

-Paige and Stephie scene coming soon!

-I think maybe they'd have been more wary to go if Azzi hadn't pushed them a little bit because they wouldn't want to hurt Azzi especially not when she was pregnant. I don't thin they're particularly happy with the wedding but I think Tim and Katie were able to swallow that up in part because of Azzi's insistence and of course in part because it's Paige and they love Paige. Jon and José could not however be convinced to attend.

-I mean cheating isn't just physical right?

And ofc you can have that emoji! I just like my reviewers to have emojis so I can have a general idea of what you said before and how that connects to how you feel after new chapters if that makes sense? It's also to make it easy for y'all to see my replies instead of having to scroll but just clicking the tags!

#ask #fic talk #🪐 anon my dearest <3 #again reactions to olivia vs zoe is very inchresting to me

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years ago

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A couple of curious cousins [E. M]

Eddie Munson x Tozier!reader

Warnings: Eddie has scars (and he's fucking sexy) ptsd basically on everyone's part, mention of death, a bit of angst, both sets of friends are so cute and I think that's all

word count: 8k

A/N: first, I need to apologize because I haven't touched tumblr in MONTHS. college and work were (one of them still) killing me, and for emotional reasons I just couldn't write. But during this period I watched both chapters of IT and thought, why not a crossover? There's a bit (just a pinch) of Blyer and Reddie in here, but I tried to keep it all focused on Ed. I hope you like this, it's obviously a crazy invention that I don't quite like but I'd rather it not end up in the trash Thanks for reading, tell me your opinion in a comment if you want<3

“Do you want to go to the movies next week? There's going to be a movie about robots and stuff coming out,” Lucas suggested, looking around at all of his friends.

A year had passed since the horrific events of the near destruction of Hawkins and the party were just adjusting to normal life again. Of all of them, perhaps the most affected (physically) was Max, since she still had a limp on one leg and needed glasses to see well, but with everyone's support, she had coped. The emotional aftermath, on the other hand, had hit everyone equally. Some still had nightmares and scars, but luckily no one had died. That was too much to say.

So now that they had finally gotten used to a slower pace of life and the emotional barriers between the group had broken down, they had all decided to go to the lake for a while to rest and celebrate the end of another school year. They were sitting on soft blankets, eating sandwiches Joyce had made for them and sent with her son.

"I can't, I'll have visitors," Mike snorted. Now that he and Eleven had decided to take a break from their relationship, his friendship with Will had grown stronger, even to the point of asking for an apology for all the times he had been a jerk to him. It really had been a year of ups and downs and many things had changed. They had done it themselves.

"What kind of visits?" Dustin asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"My cousins. They're from Maine and Mom invited them to spend a few weeks here, but I think they'll bring some friends and stuff. I don't know, I just know that there will be tremendously hateful people in my house and I'm already suffering because of that,” the black-haired man complained.

“Maybe it's not so bad,” Will said, shrugging, always trying to find the best part of everything.

"It will be, Richie is the worst you can imagine and surely his friends will be the same" he snorted, while the others laughed a little. Everyone knew that Mike was the biggest complainer in the group.

“And will you introduce them to us?” questioned Lucas, who was sitting next to Max and sharing a bag of chips with her “We'll be bored as hell this summer, even if they're obnoxious I want to meet them. Maybe there's even a pretty girl."

"That she probably won't listen to you," Max sneered, knowing that Lucas was only saying it to annoy her.

"Maybe we can make some new friends," Eleven murmured, as soft and kind as ever.

"That's a good idea, they might even like dungeons and dragons" added Will and followed by a general groan.

"If you want to talk for hours about nerdy things, you have Eddie," Dustin said with amusement.

"I'm kidding, calm down" clarified the young man. Will had also changed, in many ways, for now that the threats of the Upside down were gone (at least for a while) he was more relaxed and cheerful. Plus, he had finally grown his hair out and gotten a cut that Mike had suggested which definitely flattered him.

They continued to talk about more trivial matters, and the matter of the visit to the Wheeler house was almost forgotten. That was until a couple of days later Mike gave the fateful news that people were already installed in his house.

“The boy brought half of his classmates! I swear, they're like 6 and they're all chaotic” he complained to the Byers-Hopper siblings, who eventually told someone else until the whole world found out. Including the older ones in the group, who were already laughing about it.

"More kids to look after, huh, Harrington?" Eddie had said when he found out, while he was at it he had played Family video on his break at the auto shop to steal some of his friends' lunch.

"I truly believe that life is sending you those children you love so much through teenagers," Rob added, enjoying teasing his best friend who was stacking the movies.

The appearance of so many teenagers in the place hadn’t gone beyond jokes and teasing until Joyce and Hopper finally decided to organize a meeting in their cabin to which they clearly invited outsiders. After all, it was summer, what else were they going to do if not eat hamburgers and enjoy the outdoors?

"Do you bring the sodas?" Steve asked into the car; in the passenger seat was Dustin and in the back were Robin, Vickie, and Eddie respectively. Most people were already in the place and the sound of laughter and scandal reached where they were.

Between Eddie and Dustin, they loaded the bottles (because Steve didn't want to arrive empty-handed) but no one had time to say anything as a scream filled the air.

"Eddie!" they listened, which caused them to jump in place. It was a girl approaching them with a murderous look.

"Now what did you do?" Dustin said in a worried whisper.

"Nothing" answered the long-haired one almost immediately, but the way she was walking made him hesitate for a second. The five looked expectantly at the scene, imagining that the woman would slap the aforementioned or something like that, but when the time came, nothing like that happened. She only softened her features to look up and down at the man she had just noticed, incredibly attractive, by the way, while changing the angry scowl for an embarrassed smile.

"Huh, excuse me," you said politely, glancing quickly at the rest of the people who already had curious eyes on you. As soon as he moved out of the way and you took a couple of steps, you yelled again “Eddie! If you don't come right now, it's going to be very bad for you!”

"I'm here!" someone muttered out of who knows where. He was a skinny boy with black hair “My God, I just went for a walk. Just relax"

“It's not funny, Eddie. If you die on this trip, your mom will kill me” you exclaimed. They were still standing nearby, too curious to move, and saw a boy who looked like Mike Wheeler walk up to you.

"Stop being a neurotic bitch, he's fine"

“Call me a bitch again and I'm going to slam your myopic face into the ground,” you growled, pointing a finger at him. It was obvious that the discussion wasn't a matter that needed an audience, but for them it was very entertaining "Go back there, we must not be rude to our hosts" you scolded them, while you pushed them with both hands and the two teenagers walked awkwardly win.

Once you finished your look went over to the group of people who had been watching you and they were suddenly very embarrassed, as were you that they had seen your mommy act.

"We should go in," Vickie said quickly, always being the most cautious, but you came over a second later.

"I'm sorry you heard that, those children are sometimes a nightmare" you apologized "And it's hard to take care that they don't break something"

"We completely understand you" laughed one of them, whose name you didn't know, but he seemed very friendly "My name is Steve"

“I think I know you” you exclaimed with a smile, because after hearing the name you knew it was the boy who was once the Wheeler’s son-in-law “I'm, huh… Nancy's cousin. My name is Y/N”

"Nice to meet you. These are Rob, Vickie, Dustin, and…”

“Eddie” he was quick to say “I almost had a heart attack when you yelled my name” he laughed and you widened your eyes.

“God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you” you replied embarrassed. You would be lying if you said that the boy wasn’t the most beautiful for you and that is why you wanted to make a good impression. Apparently, you've already failed at that.

You couldn't help but look at them all. Dress up Nancy's ex-boyfriend in a colorful print shirt, the red-haired woman wearing a nice dress and hat, the girl next to her wearing khaki overalls over a green shirt, and the little one wearing shorts with a shirt that surely also belonged to Steve. But obviously, the one you turned your attention to the most was the brunette dressed in a dark shirt from a group that was probably metal with scars scattered on the side of his neck, part of his cheek, and one of his arms, with beautiful brown eyes. Three seconds had passed and you already wanted to know everything about him.

"It was nothing," he exclaimed nonchalantly.

“Are you going to enter? Honestly I'm a little hungry” said the curly-haired man, and more than a claim, this was heard as a joke.

The six of you walked in silence to the door where you had entered earlier and suddenly noticed the chaos inside. The rumors were true and there were at least 6 extra people concerning the usual meetings. With a quick glance, they realized that there was now another redhead talking animatedly to Eleven, who if they hadn't known could have sworn she was Max's long-lost sister. There was a chubby and shy boy sitting near them who also joined in the talk from time to time, with whom they seemed very comfortable. Will was sitting next to the copy of Mike with a goofy smile at the apparent joke the young man with glasses was telling him and the one they knew was called Eddie was just rolling his eyes next to them, not very convinced that he was funny enough. Further on, a tall curly-haired young man, a straight-haired one, and Mike were talking, while Lucas and another boy just like him were sharing a friendly conversation. It was a most interesting sight, to tell the truth.

"Who brought the whole kindergarten?" Eddie asked without thinking and he froze when he heard you laugh next to him.

“The frog-face with glasses,” you said pointing to a young man “He is my brother and he insisted that it would be fun for his friends to know more than just our little town” you replied with a soft laugh “But the 17-hour road trip was anything but fun for me”

"Guys!" Nancy greeted everyone, followed by who you had learned was her current boyfriend; Jonathan “I see you already met Y/N”

"An embarrassing accident" you joked, making a funny face. Eddie paid you a little more attention and was able to notice the slight resemblance you had with Nancy and at the same time with the dark-haired man with glasses sitting on the couch. You were pretty, that's for sure.

"You want to eat? Hopper is preparing meat on the patio and Joyce is in the kitchen” she exclaimed cordially. As for the adults, there was only the two of them and the Wheelers and for some reason also Murray Bauman, but they were enough to prepare food that looked delicious.

Everyone parted ways with their own favorites and the wave of greetings and introductions began, so you decided to stay put to avoid trouble, but you weren't the only one with that idea.

"So... you drove 17 hours here?" the curly-haired one asked to break the ice. So far he hadn’t seen your parents and that assumption was the one that seemed most logical to him.

“Could you believe it? I learned to drive a few years ago and my dad decided it was a good idea to take advantage of it one more time” you snorted.

"Where are you from?"

“Derry, it's in Maine” you explained “It's like here, but with more paranormal shit”

Oh, if you knew everything that had happened, Eddie highly doubted you would really think Derry fit those bills.

"Like ghosts and stuff?"

“I would say monsters” you continued. Eddie thought you were joking and just laughed, not realizing that Derry had as interesting a story as Hawkins itself.

As if your minds were connected you looked at a vacant chair and with a silent agreement you walked over to sit down.

"They look a lot alike. Your brother and Wheeler, I mean," Eddie observed.

"Our moms were sisters, I think their genes predominated" you laughed. He couldn't help but notice that you said they were instead of they are.

"And she didn't come?"

“I don't think she can come anymore. She is dead”

"Oh," the boy sighed. He must have imagined it and felt bad for asking such a reckless question "I'm so sorry."

“It's fine, it was a year ago already. Dad's been kind of depressed ever since and we haven't had a great time either, so she sent us here for a few weeks. You know, to distract us” you explained to him. Apparently you were telling him too much about your life but it wasn't like that; you were skipping the part where your mother was killed by a monstrous clown-clad creature that had preyed on you and the children “And I think it will work, I've had a lot of fun so far and met a lot of people. The only thing I could complain about is that it's fucking hot here” you exclaimed to lighten the mood, separating the already sweat-stained fabric from your body.

Eddie's attention dropped to your chest and the ridiculously revealing shirt you wore, which revealed your bare shoulders and part of your torso. The shorts didn't help his prying eyes too much either.

"It's summer, you can't ask too much of us"

"Aren't you hot with that hair?" you asked, reaching out to playfully pick up a curl near his cheek. It was a vacation in a town where you didn't know anyone, and there was a handsome man in front of you, of course you were going to flirt without shame.

"I don’t know, am I?” he joked, making you smile “Sometimes. But it's part of a metalhead's commitment,”

"I guess your shirt belongs to some band"

"Don't you know Judas Priest?" he asked and you gently shook your head. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I like Madonna and Elton John" you shrugged and he made a face "Is there a problem with that?"

“Not my favorites, more Buckley or Stevie style,” he muttered, nodding at the two friends of his. Your eyes couldn't help but look at the scars on the boy's face and neck, thinking about what would have been so bad to leave that mark. Unfortunately, he noticed "They are ugly, right?"

"No, not at all" you quickly explained, embarrassment painting your face "I was just curious, sorry if I made you uncomfortable"

"You didn't," he assured you. The truth was that he was still trying to deal with the matter of his self-esteem after his visit and near death in the Upside down, but it was always easier for someone who had never seen him before to get used to the marks "They were made by some bats from another dimension, could you believe it?” he confessed to you, but by the laugh you let out he knew that you hadn’t believed him. Maybe it was easier that way, being transparent with someone who didn't take him seriously.

"Y/N" someone near you exclaimed. It was Bill, trying not to stutter, “Can we go into the woods for a walk?”

“What do you ask him for? She's not your mom, let's just go!" Richie complained from afar, but the truth was that everyone present except him was waiting for your permission.

"You guys be careful, if something happens come back right away, okay?" you said and they nodded. You saw at least 10 teenagers leave the place laughing and murmuring and suddenly the place felt awfully empty, but luckily the spaces near you were filled by Nancy and her friends. Everyone was very nice and even the adults got in on the chat. It was clear that everyone there had a great unity and, although at first you felt out of place, seeing them talk to each other pleasantly warmed your chest. Most of the questions went to you, of course, for being the only one who didn't live in Hawkins. About where you and the kids studied, what the town was like, what each of your friends was like, childhood memories, and even Eddie asked if you had a boyfriend, with the most shameless smile of all, which only grew when you said no.

You learned a lot from them, about how the Byers and the Hoppers were now one family, about the kids' problems, their hobbies, personal information about everyone present your age, each other's jobs, and God only knows how many things.

You had never chatted so much in a single afternoon and even your aunt Karen let you share a few beers with your new friends, even though everyone there had consumed and drunk worse things, and you were so happy that when you least expected it all the children were already back. When they entered it seemed as if they had been a single group all their lives.

"Did you see how Stanley jumped when we found that bug?"

"You shut up Richie, you were scared by a frog"

"You're good at climbing trees, Lucas!"

"Oh, Will, I'm so tired."

“So you once got into a drain? That's fucking disgusting!"

Those were some of the phrases that you managed to register within the conversations, since everyone spoke at the same time and with a fairly high volume.

"Did you guys have fun?" Joyce asked with a smile, reaching out to hug her son from the side, who nodded from her place. Both she and her husband looked happy that the boy had a smile and after everything they had told you, you were also a little happy. They didn't tell you the full story, for obvious reasons, they just told you that Will had had a very bad few years due to multiple illnesses and family problems.

"I think we are abusing your hospitality Joyce, we have to go now" Karen murmured, as she noticed that the night had already fallen on the town. She worried you about how you would get home in a couple of cars, even though the people who were there were exactly the same as the ones who had arrived.

Both women exchanged a few words and hugged each other goodbye, while you took a look at your brother and his friends.

"Losers" you called them, more as a kind of endearment than really a tease "It's time to go"

You heard a collective groan and tried to suppress a smile as you turned the other way, but a second later you collided with a warm body that held you up to prevent you from falling.

"Careful," he laughed, looking down at you. His hands were on your elbows and felt callused against your skin. The contact didn't last more than a few seconds and then he looked at his younger friends "It's time to go too, Steve will take you first" he informed them. Most got up and walked towards the exit as they said their goodbyes.

You and Eddie stood facing each other in a moment of comfortable silence, and then you smiled at each other.

"I guess I'll see you around, huh?"

"I'm free the day you want"

"Are you this forward with all the girls?"

"I'm just being nice" he replied with a shrug "If you want to walk around town or have a good time, just look me up"

With such a cute face and such a charming attitude, of course you were going to do it.

Your days at Hawkins are over and as promised, you had hung out with Eddie Munson on more than one occasion.

It seemed as if he was stalking you, because when you went out somewhere he was magically walking around. Whether it was shopping, going to the park, or walking around the city; he was there. The truth seemed creepy to you at first, but he swore with his soul that it was all about coincidences, the same version that you ended up believing and accepting.

Your brother and the children were having a great time, as there was always something they could do. Even the ones you thought would have the most trouble fitting in, like Beverly, Ben, or Stanley, were quickly making friends.

One night someone called the Wheelers' house and you were surprised when they said it was a call for you. Who was going to call you? Your first thought landed on your father, but you were surprised to hear not his raspy voice but a softer one on the phone.

“I just wanted to know what you were doing. I was bored” Eddie had told you, in a lame excuse. You answered and from that, you had a conversation that took all afternoon. It had been something new for you, because most of the time talking on the phone was something that was very uncomfortable for you, and that was repeated more than once.

In the end, there were so many calls that Nancy was merciful to you and she gave you her old landline phone to put in the room you were staying in so you could talk to Eddie more freely. All the kids, including Mike, were staying in the basement, and once you caught them eavesdropping on your conversation, infinitely grateful that he hadn't thought to flirt in some way.

Because he was very flirtatious, too much for your taste, but it always seemed to come naturally. As if Eddie behaved like this with everyone or was a second language. You were comforted (and let's be honest, also disappointed) a little bit that the way he talked to you was the same as his friend Steve or his friend Robin or even Nancy and Jonathan. But there was something about the way he looked at you that was different. He made you feel nervous and even unprotected, always with those big bright brown eyes following your steps. But part of you liked the attention and having him hover around you waiting for you to say literally anything to smile at you.

The absence of your father and the fact that your little brother was busy almost all day made you feel confident to play along with the curly and unruly hair, something that you had not allowed yourself too much in recent years. You'd had a few boyfriends, but the Derry disappearances, the murders, and having to babysit a group of teenagers had robbed you of an enviable love life. So even though this wasn't someone you'd go so far as to marry, for example, this thing you had with Eddie was interesting. And with any luck, you might even get a kiss or two.

A blow in the distance made you jump and you suddenly became aware of where you were. A new bowling alley had opened and your aunt suggested you go check it out, so the whole gang had gotten together to go.

The weeks you had spent in Hawkins were enough for a friendship to form between both groups of teenagers and that was why they were having so much fun, but frankly you were starting to get bored.

“Hey, beauty,” said a voice next to you that made you jump. It was Eddie, of course, who looked freshly showered and smelled of intoxicating cologne that made you want to bury your head in his neck. You felt a little embarrassed about the clothes you were wearing, because it was literally the first thing you found thrown in your suitcase "How you doing?"

"Eddie" you pronounced softly, a smile automatically spreading across your face "what are you doing here?"

“Heard you were coming so I thought I'd stop by to say hi,” he mumbled, pretending it wasn't a big deal “Do you want to go out with me, or are you having too much fun to leave it?”

"I could die of joy" you replied sarcastically. The idea of being alone with him was great but you still didn't want to leave the kids alone. He felt wrong and if something happened to them you couldn't live with the guilt so you barely had time to think about it before he spoke again.

“In that case, there's a nice place on the shores to talk and stuff, so I thought maybe you'd like to go with me. We can buy things to eat and drink, but you don't have to go if you don't want to,” he said, speaking a little softer at the last part.

"But what about the children?"

"What is going on with them?"

"I don't want to leave them here"

"They'll be fine," he said, completely unconcerned "Let's talk to them, okay?" Eddie got up from his place and took your hand to get you up too, guiding you to where the others were. When Max noticed Eddie he smiled and she was the first one he approached "Hello, Red" he greeted her kindly. Nearby were Eleven and Beverly, who also leaned in to hear him "Listen, I want to take this lady for a walk with me, but for that, I need someone to watch the bunch of fools that are playing right there" He pointed at the men, with one of their ringed fingers, who were arguing heatedly over a point on the board. "Would you guys be so kind as to help us with that?" he asked and the three girls nodded. Eddie seemed to have an effect not only on you, but on your younger peers as well. Both he and Steve could ask them for any favor and they would be delighted to do so "You are angels, thank you"

"But can I hit them if they disobey me?" Max asked, causing Eddie to burst out laughing.

"Just a little, okay?"

"Boys!" you called them and all the mentioned ones looked in your direction "I have to go to a place; the girls stay in charge"

"What?! Why them?” Richie complained.

“Because I want you to make it to the end of the night alive” you replied without thinking and a shiver ran through you. Richie was a hateful thing most of the time, but you couldn't imagine your life if something happened to him. "You guys just be nice and call my Aunt Karen if you need anything, okay?" They all nodded and you'd swear you heard Richie blurt out an indecent comment, but you didn't pay attention to it. You looked for a pay phone and Eddie lent you a coin so you could call home. No one answered and even though you tried again, it stayed the same. They were probably out for dinner or just spending time away from their guests.

You got into Eddie's van in silence and he asked if you wanted to listen to anything in particular, but when he heard you say no, he decided to put on a rock cassette he had lying around.

"So…" he began, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his gaze on the road and seeing him so focused made you feel strangely drawn, "Shall we stop at a grocery store?"

You didn't buy much, just a bag of chips and drinks for both of you: a beer and a strawberry soda.

“I like your chain” you murmured at some point during the trip. Whenever you were with him his neck was a point of attention and therefore anything that was in it, today was a silver chain.

“A present from my uncle, a long time ago.” He smiled. “We know a guy in Indiana who sells all kinds of silver stuff and I sometimes shop there. They are expensive, but at least they don't stain your skin and they are quite durable” he explained. The young man's ability to create a conversation from anything was surprising "The only disadvantage is that if one day I became a vampire, I would never be able to use them again"

"Oh yes, that's the most common" you replied sarcastically, followed by a laugh "Are you really worried about becoming a vampire?"

"You never know," he simply replied, shrugging. He stopped near a park that was nearly empty at this hour. The lighting was dim and the benches looked rusty, with grass growing sloppily under them. Eddie came downstairs without saying anything and at first you thought he was being rude, but then you saw him appear from your side to open the door and you smiled with pleasure.

As soon as you sat down on the bench, the intention that Eddie had when taking you there crossed your mind; a place almost in darkness, secluded, silent and wide… maybe it was just trying to get between your pants. And it wasn't like it bothered you, you just felt slightly disappointed that he was being so nice with that sole intention. But as you two talked, you discovered that maybe you were misunderstanding and what he wanted was just that: to talk and that's it.

"So you play the guitar?" you asked after he made the mention of his band. The fries were gone and you two were relaxing, and he nodded to your question "And you're good at it?"

"I can't judge myself, to say yes would be presumptuous and to say no would be foolish," he argued, with an amused grin.

"You have very pretty lips," you said without thinking. His eyes widened and when he looked at you, you noticed that his cheeks had flushed. Your comment had taken him off guard and even you felt embarrassed, which you tried to mask with a laugh.

"Regularly when someone is looking at my lips it's because they want to kiss me" you wanted to answer that it wasn't like that, but when he gently bit his lower lip your eyes went there and the words got stuck in your throat. Once your gaze met his, you caught a glimpse of a peculiar mischievous glow and swore he was going to kiss you right then. But it was you who walked away when your eyes caught the scarlet glow of a balloon floating behind Eddie.

You were paralyzed with fear at that simple appearance and the feeling only intensified when you noticed a red-haired figure who was dressed in white and was hiding in the bushes. It was grinning at you ghoulishly and you felt like you were going to throw up when he raised his gloved hand to show you something. It looked like a piece of cloth with black and white figures that were smeared with red all over. It took you barely a second to realize what it was; it was Richie's shirt.

“No…” you said, your voice breaking. Eddie was surprised by your change in attitude, especially when you got up from the bench and your face turned pale.

“Hey, what's up? Did I misunderstand something?” he asked with concern.

But you couldn't speak, you couldn't move: you were completely paralyzed with fear. So many memories had suddenly come to him that it was nauseating. You even swore to smell the iron in the blood, as if you were the one who was hurt.

“We have to…we have to go,” you stuttered, staring into the bushes expecting the bloody clown to jump at any second.

He tried to follow your gaze but at that very moment, the lights above your heads flickered in uneven patterns, which made Eddie tense. Many questions crossed his mind: Had you seen something that he didn't? Was Vecna haunting the town again? And you, seeing him so nervous, also wondered if he had finally noticed the horrible clown that was a few meters from you.

"Let's get out of here," he said, giving no room for complaint or question. Eddie took your hand while still looking in the direction of the lights and you let him drag you away while you stared into the bushes where there now seemed to be nothing.

You got into the van in record time and once inside you felt that the air was beginning to fail you. In your head there was only Richie's name repeating itself over and over again, filled with despair by the image you had witnessed. You were sure that this was his shirt, precisely the one he had put on that day.

Eddie, on the other hand, wasn't as upset as you were, but the flickering of the lamps had brought back unpleasant memories. And that signal made him think that you had seen something; how was he going to explain to you what it was about? Sometimes even he didn't understand.

The man drove a few meters to the road and when he took a look at you, he noticed that his hands were shaking. He expected you to ask questions or say anything, maybe a startled comment about how you just saw a six-foot monster rolling around, but when you finally looked at him you only sobbed a few words.

"I need to find my brother, please"

He asked you if you were okay and asked what had happened there, getting no response other than something along the lines of “take me to Richie” or “I need to see my brother”.

The road was faster than last time and you asked him to go directly to the Wheelers' house, since you had probably taken so long that they were already there. Or at least that's what you hoped.

You got out of the car as soon as he parked, stumbling a bit in your haste, and walked across the porch with Eddie following you by just a few steps. When you arrived, you knocked on the door insistently, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your body and the beating of your heart completely accelerated. It was Mike who opened the door for you, a confused expression on his face.

“Y/N?”

"And Richie?" you asked bluntly, but instead of waiting for an answer you pushed your cousin aside and walked down the hall. You could hear the laughter of the young people, probably from the room, and you expected to find him there. But upon arrival, a quick scan was enough to realize that he wasn’t there.

"Something happened?" murmured Ben, who was one of the most perceptive in the group, noticing your pale face.

"Where's Richie?" you exhaled, feeling suddenly dizzy and tears stinging your eyes. It wasn’t difficult to think why you had that question and this put everyone on alert, even those who did not know your situation. When Eddie reached your side, his gaze went directly to Jane.

“The lights… it happened again”

"Will," she said almost immediately, her eyes reflecting the same panic as you. Everyone almost jumped to their feet, each group understanding their own bizarre situation, and you started scouring the house looking for the two boys.

Your breathing began to be erratic and you had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Eddie, noticing this, walked over to you and grabbed you by the elbows.

"Are you okay? What's going on?" he said, genuinely worried about you. One of his hands went up to your face to force you to look at him and somehow seeing his big, brown, frightened eyes made you feel back in the real world.

You wanted to tell him everything. You wanted to tell him about your mother, about the clown, about the terrible disappearances, and about the panic that caused you to think that this thing had probably come back and taken your little brother. Even if he didn't understand a word, you just wanted to let it go.

"I found them!" someone yelled and your feet moved on their own in that direction. You were expecting the worst, but when you arrived you found your brother stuck in a kind of closet with a cigarette in his hand and Will Byers in front of him.

"What the hell, man?" Richie said, rather annoyed at the interruption. You pulled him by the arm to get him out of the closet and when you looked him up and down Richie thought you were going to give him the worst scolding of his life, but instead he felt you pull him towards you and hug him. Honestly, he preferred the scolding “What are you doing? Let me go!" he whimpered. You breathed properly for the first time and with your hands you looked for some kind of wound, but you found nothing. You took a moment to bask in relief that he was safe and sound, but as soon as this moment was over you pulled away and yanked hard on his ear, only making him complain more.

“Are you an idiot, are you? I thought something had happened to you! I… I… I thought you were dead” you exclaimed in a sob. You didn't mean to cry, but you were already doing it.

"Why should I be?" he said as a first reaction, not really understanding your point, it wasn't until you whispered a soft 'I saw it' that his face turned pale and his lips exhaled an expression of understanding.

"Wait a minute, are you smoking?" Mike said, glaring red-cheeked with anger at Will. That brought you back to reality and you observed the cigarette, as well as the smell that your brother emanated.

“Oh, you are so dead, Tozier” you exclaimed without thinking, but instantly you covered your mouth with a hand “No, no… I don't mean that. I'm so sorry. I love you” you completed immediately, with a sweeter voice, and then gave him another hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. But just as the sweetness came, that's how fast it left, because you pulled the dark-haired man by the arm and ripped the cigarette out of his hand to put it out on the floor "If I see you doing that shit again, it's going to be very bad for you, and I also don't want you to be perverting other people so that they accompany you in your idiocies”

"But we were just chatting!" he defended himself. He looked at his friend for a second and then he looked at Eddie (the young one, of course) who looked really upset, with the same look that Mike was giving your brother, while Will was just flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what was going on between those four, but you were too busy lecturing the guy with glasses to really think about it.

At some point, the groups parted noticeably and when they approached to check on you, you spoke in whispers, explaining that the sight of Derry's favorite killer clown had probably just been your paranoia. Eddie, for his part, was talking the same way to the youngsters, muttering things about the state you'd put yourself in and how likely it was due to the sight of some creature from the upside down.

In the end, you sent all the children to sleep, and from that point on you didn't know what happened to them, because you just stood in the corridor with a pain well installed in the back of your neck and a sudden tiredness.

"You okay?" you heard behind you. You had forgotten about Eddie, about your date with him, and about how you almost kissed him, all because of the terror of imagining that Richie was dead.

“Oh, yeah,” you said turning around. He was watching you with tender, careful eyes and there was a silent question in the air. You decided to close the distance and let his arms wrap around you warmly "I'm… I’m sorry about all that"

"Don't apologize" he replied and although he didn't ask for an explanation, you decided to offer it.

“It's just… my mom died in a horrible way and we all witnessed it. Since then we have been very afraid that this will happen again and I think that… the fatigue and the heat and all the change of environment affected me and I thought I saw something that was not there. That's why I needed to get there so fast, I was afraid that… you know” you sighed, not daring to say it. There was silence for a moment and to try to eliminate the discomfort you spoke again "Sorry if I scared you"

"No, you didn't" he was quick to say "I was just thinking that something similar happened to me and my friends a long time ago and... well, sometimes we can see crazy things, right?" he tried to cheer you up. The truth is that it wasn't very good, but it was enough for you to feel that he wasn't judging you “What I'm trying to say is that I understand you in a way and it's okay what happened, we both care about our brothers. Well, your brother and my children” he laughed. The natural and paternal way in which he referred to the young people touched you.

You separated to look at him and one of your hands reached almost by itself to his cheek, the one where he had the scar. Your index finger trailed along the edge of it and there was something about that caress that felt too intimate for Eddie like you were two longtime lovers sharing a routine moment.

“Sorry for ruining our date”

"Was that a date?" he said, more meant to joke than to make fun of you. You felt silly for a second, until you heard him laugh "I didn't know you liked me so much"

"I thought that meant pulling me out of the bowling alley for snacks and taking me to a point in the middle of nowhere just to stare at my lips while I talked," you said, trying to sound as confident as possible so he wouldn't notice that you were a mess inside.

"Sorry? You were the one who said I had pretty lips. If anyone here was dying for a kiss, it was you” he smiled. Suddenly your face was hot and the air around you felt heavier, as if all the tension you had hours ago had returned in a heartbeat. You didn't realize it, but your lips parted to release a sigh and Eddie swallowed, completely nervous.

The next thing was the obvious: your lips and his coming together in long-awaited contact. It started slow and careful, but it didn't take long for the bites and tongues to kick in. You wish you were thinking a little more like an adult instead of making out passionately with a guy you barely knew in the middle of the hallway at your aunt and uncle's house, but the truth was that having someone like Eddie around you could barely form a coherent thought connection. His hand hovered carefully on the edge of your waist, almost reaching your breast but not really touching it, while your hand had already left his cheek and flown to his silky hair thanks to the styling cream he had put on before seeing you and, to be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him for quite a while if it hadn't been for the sound of the front door opening.

"My aunt,” you said, breathing hard and with a nervous smile "Come, hide" you exclaimed, taking his hand to drag him to the room you shared with Nancy. She was sleeping with Jonathan that day and you felt the situation couldn't be more perfect. It wasn't like you wanted to get into anything more with Eddie, you just… didn't want to stop having him around.

“I'll climb out the window,” he muttered, immediately grasping (from his logic) where this was going. More than once he'd had to sneak out of someone's house and right now it didn't seem to bother him.

“I was thinking maybe you could stay,” you said quickly, before you lost the courage to do so “It's late and… I just thought we could spend the night together. Like… maybe… just sleep,” you explained, hoping he didn't think you were suggesting something else. Your intentions were sincere, you just wanted to be with him a little longer.

"Will you bear my talking in the night?" he said playfully, giving an implied response to your invitation. You managed to get into your pajamas in record time and he only got rid of the most uncomfortable things from his outfit before falling into bed with you. Both of you were staring at the ceiling, giving you a sidelong glance. "Is this okay for you?"

“Uh-huh,” you nodded with a smile. He hardly dared to move or touch you, so you moved closer in the hope that he would give you some of his warmth. Still without looking at him, you rested your head on his shoulder and he did the same on yours. It was a comfortable, friendly, and calm position.

“I like you, Y/N” he blurted out “Just in case you haven't noticed” he added, making you smile. You kept silent to think that it was pertinent to answer.

"I like you too, Eddie" you finished saying. One of your hands shyly traveled to his and you started playing with your fingers for a while in which both of you were silent. "I'm glad I came to Hawkins this summer, you know?"

“I'm glad you're here” he imitated you, smirking even though you couldn't see him “I was thinking that when you leave maybe I should visit you one day”

"Will you travel 17 hours just to see me?" you asked with a sour laugh. You hadn't thought about the distance thing until now that he brought it up and you didn't want to dwell on it too much, dreading the idea that you were literally on different ends of the country.

"Perhaps. It will be fun. And I can take the children, so they know your place. Like a family trip,” he exclaimed. The light in the room was still on and you reached out a bit to turn it off and continue talking.

"You do not have siblings?" you asked curiously, because the family was a subject that you had only superficially approached during these weeks of knowing him.

“No, my mom died before I could have one. And then my dad ended up in jail so the chances were greatly reduced” he exclaimed casually. You had no idea that he had been through that and you felt bad in some way, but when you told him that you were sorry, he shook his head "It doesn't matter anymore, life has put good people in my way" he smiled. Hearing him say those things only showed that he was such a sensitive, kind and pure man that it was hard to believe “But I imagine he must be cute. You cared too much about Richie."

"He has his good times and his bad times," you said quietly. The darkness was making you drowsy, but you refused to let go of the moment. “Can you tell me a story?”

"Huh?"

“A story” you repeated. His skin was soft and warm against yours. “Something from when you were little or… something with your friends, I don't know. I just… want to hear your voice” you kindly asked. Eddie blushed at this and nodded, then started telling you about how he met most of his friends. He told you about his band, his school, his club, and a thousand other things that you listened to carefully until late at night, when both of you gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep peacefully, having the peace of mind that on waking the space next to the bed wouldn’t be empty.

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