#we shared all of our joy with eachother

[17timesananus]

All I want in the whole world is to put my head in the lap of someone who loves me and have them play with my hair and scratch my head and rub my back until I fall asleep.

[samkerrworshipper]

scars and all

leah williamson x reader

warnings: alluding to previous suicide attempt and depression

Waking up next to somebody was to you, the best feeling in the world.

The feeling of fresh sheets, the warmth of sun peaking out behind the blinds, skin against skin, the scent of another persons body, the memories of the night beforehand.

You flipped over onto your stomach to reach for your phone, 7am, you still had a few more hours before you had to be anywhere.

You were about to roll over, when you felt the rustling of the sheets behind you, then a arm wrapping around your waist.

“Come back.”

You rolled your eyes at the neediness of Leah and her insistence to have you as her personal heater inside of her bed.

She clawed her way on top of you, her body making it’s way into the grooves of yours.

“What’s the time?”

This was your favourite part of the day, getting to simply co-exist with Leah, without any expectations of what you were supposed to be doing.

“Five past seven.”

Leah’s body relaxed on top of your own, leaving you to melt into the mattress.

Leah’s lips on your shoulder was purely magical, it made all of the warmth and joy set in properly.

“I just want to stay here forever.”

You shared Leah’s sentiment, there was nothing you wanted more in the world then to just stay right here, right in this moment, for the rest of your life.

“Technically we could, quit football and spend the rest of our lives in bed.”

Of course you realistically couldn’t, but manifestation existed for a reason, right?

“I like how you think baby.”

The feeling of Leah’s breath against the nape of your neck, warm and magnificently ticklish was perfect, it encapsulated everything good about your life.

Leah’s lips against your neck sealed it all up.

Her lips trailed along your neck, her hips slightly dragging into the back of your thighs as she began to move her lips upwards and around to the left side of your neck, creeping her way up diagonally. It was torturously slow, something that you liked about these kinds of mornings, there was no rush. The both of you could take as long as time allowed.

Leah’s lips were delicate, practised in the art of working against your skin from months of life looking just like this.

Making the decision to move in together after 6 months dating was a big jump, but with your lease coming to an end and the annoyance of packing bags for days spent at eachothers houses, it just made sense.

It was moments like these that made it all worth it.

You were at Leah’s mercy as she worked her lips higher and higher, slowly getting closer to your ear, until it stopped.

Leah’s lips completely removed themselves from your neck, leaving you strung out in a way you were less than pleased about.

You tried to roll over, but Leah’s hands on your back stopped you.

You were about to ask what was the cause of her abrupt stop, but a hand hovering behind your ear stopped you from saying anything.

Leah’s hand was tracing, tracing the ridges and lines of the piece of ink that you had nestled directly behind your ear cartilage.

Your breath caught, realising what exactly had caused Leah to stop.

The floaty morning daze was gone as quickly as all of the blood rushing from your face.

All the oxygen in your lungs had been ripped away, and suddenly you felt so violently sick to your stomach.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo back here.”

Leah sounds just as out of breath as you feel.

“I have lots of tattoos, le.”

You finally managed to pluck up the strength to flip yourself over, if not to hide the part of you back away then for the sake of being able to rush to the toilet bowl if the sickness in your stomach started to rise up your throat.

Leah’s brows were wrinkled deep into her forehead in the way that they always were when she was deep in thought.

“It’s a semi-colon.”

There were tears in the corners of both of your eyes, not that either of you would ever acknowledge it.

“It’s just a tattoo.”

You felt like you were being strangled by this whole situation.

Leah had seen you in a deeper way then anybody else had, but you weren’t ready for this kind of deep. It felt like you were being stripped open in front of her, and sure, in a literal sense you were naked before her, but it felt so much more exposing then that. Like you could be fully clothed, and yet this situation would still feel more confronting than anything you’d ever experienced.

“No it’s not.”

You loved leah, but she could be blunt to a fault at certain times, and you knew this would be one of those times.

“I don’t want to talk about it Leah.”

Before you could really think about it, you were shoving the rest of her off of you, clambering out of the bed and trying to piece together the clothes on the floor that belonged to you on the way to the bathroom.

Unsurprisingly, Leah followed you.

You made it to the sink, just as she crossed into the ensuite behind you.

Leah’s t-shirt was hanging off of your shoulders, she wasn’t much taller than you, but the few inches made her already over-sized top seem like a dress on you.

“Does Kyra know?”

You reached for your toothbrush.

“About the tattoo, no. About the context, somewhat.”

You reached for the toothpaste but Leah’s hand on your wrist stopped you.

“What’s the context?”

The pressure in your stomach and chest only escalated.

“Not something I feel like talking about.”

You tried to turn away but Leah held you still.

“I feel like we do need to talk about it, people don’t get semi-colon tattoos, for fun, it’s-it’s got a meaning and you’re not denying that.”

You did your best to not run away, how you always did when this happened. You tried to bring your therapists voice to the front of your mind, telling you to take deep breaths.

“Leah, I’ve said that I don’t want to talk about it, it’s none of your business.”

In leah’s defence, you knew that you were being unfair. She;d just been handed a bomb, and had no idea what to do with it.

You tried to turn around for the third time, but Leah’s hand stopped you again. You were ready to yell at her, but the softening of her facial expressions stopped you.

“You’re okay though, right now, you’re okay, right?”

Another deep breath, a squeeze of Leah’s hand.

“A part from the fact that I have shocking morning breath, yes Leah, I’m okay, I’m good, I’m happy. I’m in a good place with you, but I’m not in a place to talk about it right now, okay?”

Leah bit down on the inside of her cheek, but nodded at you, the dopey smile from earlier returning to her face.

“How about we make the most of our free time then?”

There she was, the same Leah back, all of the pressure and sickness finally lifted and you could feel the smile returning to your face.

“Can I brush my teeth before you try and jump back into my pants?”

Leah’s hand on your hips, backing you up toward the shower told you your answer.

“I love your morning breath so much though.”

Her hands were already tugging at the shirt that you’d only just put on.

“That’s a lie, and I really don’t like yours.”

She feigned a pout, but didn’t stop her campaign towards the shower.

“Too bad.”

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Leah surprisingly dropped the subject completely, something that didn’t sit completely right with you, considering just how well your girlfriend was known for being the biggest micro-manager known to man.

It was every bit of a normal night for the two of you, cuddled up on the couch, Leah working on her sudoku app and you scrolling mindlessly through your phone when a memory popped up.

As soon as the picture pulled itself up on your screen your whole body went rigid.

It was a pixely picture, from so many years ago that you couldn’t count, but the theme and overall contents of the photo was easy to figure out.

The same way you had a few weeks ago, you felt all of the blood draining from your face, rushing through your ears, and all of the oxygen leaving your lungs.

It was from so many years ago, you’d almost forgotten about it.

Almost.

You did a double take as you took it in, hardly even knowing that this picture existed on your phone.

Leah clocked onto your stone like body, peering over your shoulder to look at whatever it was that had put you so on edge.

She had expected some kind of weird rumour, or picture, or slander.

Not that.

You tried to think back to that point in your life, but not much came up, your late teen years were such a blur, you hardly remembered any of it, and yet there was a photo in front of you that told you so much more than any memory could.

You couldn’t have been any younger than 16, most likely 17.

The photo was of you, sitting in a ER room that you couldn’t pin down the location of, your stick like arms bandaged so tight that it was hard to tell where the bandages stopped and your skin started.

God you looked so much younger than somebody at 17 should, so small, so scared, so much more broken.

“Is that you?”

Leah’s voice distracted you from your spiral, pulling you back to reality.

“Yeah.”

You felt so deflated, and your voice sounded the same.

It was funny, after spending years of your life trying to push these demons away, that they were still haunting you, in the weirdest ways.

“God you look so young.”

Leah’s head resting on your shoulder was both stressful and calming.

On one hand, you were terrified about Leah seeing something like this, considering how hard you’d tried to hide these kinds of parts of your past from her.

On another hand, you were kind of glad the hiding was over.

“I think I’m 17, maybe 16 in this, just before I moved in with Kyra.”

Just after your whole childhood went to shit.

“You look so much younger.”

Leah knew a lot about your past, that you moved in with Kyra because of your abusive fuckhead parents. She’d been with you for anxiety attacks, depressive episodes, she’d seen a lot.

But not this.

Not this part of you that you’d tried to hide so desperately.

“Yeah I was pretty depressed then. I was couch surfing at friends houses, whilst trying to play professional football and do school. It all got too much, and I didn’t really want to be alive anymore.”

It took so much energy to say those final few words, to admit it.

You knew it, you’d lived through it, but it didn’t make it any easier to say it out loud, especially considering how long it had been.

You could feel Leah taking deep breaths, like she was trying to hold something back.

“I think Kyra took it, to send to my parents as a fuck you kind of thing. She was so mad, especially because it had gotten so bad. I think I spent a week in a in-patient, and by the time I was out I was moved in with her and her parents.”

Leah nodded into your shoulder.

“I didn’t even know I had it, I didn’t even know this picture existed. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

“That’s okay, it’s okay to not want to think about parts of your past, especially if you feel like you’ve moved on from them.”

Leah was saying all of the right things, it was like a reset button for your brain.

“I have moved on, i’m doing so much better, i just wasn’t prepared to be thinking about this.”

You turned yourself around, looking at Leah, eye to eye.

“It’s okay, take some deep breaths. You’re not there anymore, you’re here, you’re safe, nobody is going to hurt you, I’d kill your parents before they ever hurt you again. I love you baby, scars and all, all of the your past, I love it and you.”

You nodded at her, you didn’t doubt that she was being honest, especially with the fire in her eyes.

“I don’t want that part of me anymore.”

Leah nodded, her hands sitting in your lap, on top of your own.

“I know, it’s okay to feel that way. We all have bygones from our past that we want to throw underneath our bed and leave in the darkness forever. What matters it that you’re okay now, not back then, now, in this moment. You’re better, you are happy now, you’re happy here, we’re happy, that’s all that matters. You’re home.”

You nodded, collapsing forward into Leah’s chest.

“I’m happy here.”

Leah arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re happy here, we’re okay, you’re alive and I’m so grateful for it, everyone is, you make my world a better place baby, and that’s all that matters.”

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 5

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Azriel has a heart-to-heart with Y/N. Eris gets the cold shoulder. After a night out, Y/N learns that Eris has yet another secret.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Warnings: alcohol, language, sexual content

A soft rap at the door brought me to consciousness. Slowly I sat up, rubbing my palms over bleary eyes in an effort to wipe the heavy weight of sleep from them.

Azalea must have snuck out of bed at some point early in the morning. I huffed a laugh at the kid clearly valuing sleep as little as privacy.

“Come in.” My groggy voice rasped, barely more than a whisper.

A pause and then the door slowly opened. I knew this was inevitable but gods, first thing in the morning?

“Hey…” my father said, quietly padding in with a tray in his hands.

“Hey...”

With a shrug of his shoulders he gestured the tray toward me “I, um- I brought food.”

at least the awkwardness was mutual.

A half smile crossed my lips. “I see that.”

Sitting the tray down next to me, he looked down at the edge of the bed, “May I?”

Best get it over with, I suppose.

“Sure.”

He sat, situating his wings so that they wouldn’t knock over the tray. “I know chocolate croissants are your favorite. Your mom offered to make them but I know how much you love the ones from that bakery down by the Sidra so….”

“Thanks, dad.” Avoiding eye contact, I stared at the pastries before me.

We sat in silence for a moment, my eyes finally meeting his. “Want to share one with me?”

Relief crossed his features at the invitation. “That would be great. If you don’t mind.”

I rolled my eyes. “When have we not shared our croissants with eachother? Besides, I see you included two tea cups - or were you expecting me to dual-fist them? I typically reserve that for shots.”

He chuckled. “You used to have tea parties with your toy pegasus, you know. Your shadows would lift the tea cup and pastries to its mouth. That extra cup could have been for anyone.”

“Oh gods. How embarrassing.”

He stared off for a minute, a flash of longing overtaking his features before returning back to the croissants. “Not at all. Your imagination, Y/N, you’ve always known how to sprinkle joy into life. The bond you created with your shadows at such a young age is nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s so different than when I-“

His voice cut out, those damned memories too painful to verbalize.

I extended my hand, resting it atop one of his scarred hands. “I know. I hate them for what they did to you.”

“I don’t need you to hate them for me, love. I just love you and, selfishly, hope that a little bit of that joy was sparked by the environment you grew up in.”

“Are you fishing for a compliment, father?”

His lips quirked as he gestured toward himself. “Me? Never.” he mocked.

I squeezed his hand lightly. “I love you, dad.”

We ate our croissants in companionable silence. Once finished, he paused, taking a breath as if to brace himself.

Aaaand here we go

“So, you and Eris Vanserra?”

“Ugh.. do we have to do this?”

“Can’t we talk about it a little bit? I just want to know that you’re okay.”

Dramatically, I grabbed my pillow and let out an exasperated scream into it.

“I promise this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.”

“I really don’t want to discuss it.”

“Please, Y/N, don’t shut me out. You don’t have to give me details, I don’t think I can stomach details anyway. Just, please tell me you’re okay. That you’re safe and comfortable in his care?”

“I care for myself dad. I’m an adult female completely capable of making my own decisions. This was MY choice. He has never pressured me into anything that I am not comfortable with. Consent is very important to him.”

He sat contemplatively for a moment. He was carefully toeing a line that he didn’t wish to trip up.

Running a hand along the back of his neck with a wary expression. “As long as you are safe and happy. That’s all I can ask.”

“Happy.” I scoffed to myself.

Agitation immediately shifted my father’s expression “You’re not happy?”

“I’m fine dad. But, don’t expect him to come to family dinner anytime soon. I’m not sure that I’m going to pursue things further with him.”

“What happened?”

I looked to the side in an attempt to hide the hurt in my expression. “Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sensing the finality of my statement, he sighed. “Okay. If you change your mind, just let me know.”

He stood up, kissing my forehead as he picked up the tray, placing the remaining tea on the side table. “Please talk to your mother about her vision. She’s worried about you too but isn’t as… persistent as I can be.”

“Spymaster, indeed. Speaking of - tell the sneak she can come in.”

“Wh-“ he began, clipping the question as he opened the door to find my sister’s ear pressed up to the other side.

“Azzy, we talked about this.” he chastised.

“I was just listening to see when I could come in! You said it’s rude to interrupt conversations.”

“Touché.” he called over his shoulder as he walked down the hall.

Azalea’s little feet padded over. “Are you okay sissy?”

“Yeah, Azzy. I’ll be fine. Want to have a tea party?” Her face lit up with joy at the question, little wings twitching in excitement.

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That evening I was reading a particularly salacious smutty novel and - as if he had a sense for such things - as my fingers dipped below the band of my silken shorts a note appeared on my night stand.

“I’m lonely without my favorite little Shadowsinger spread out on my bed.”

“I’m sure you are.” I muttered to myself, eyes rolling impossibly far back into my head. I chucked his note into the fireplace and did not deign to respond.

Two hours later another note appeared.

“Don’t be shy - come spend the night.”

“Awww. I’m sure your hand can keep you company. Get fucked, Eris.”

“Are you offering, little one?”

Why’d he have to fuck up our perfectly suitable arrangement with his scheming? Truly there was nothing more I wanted than to go bask in the warmth of his bed while he worshipped me from head to toe but…

Ugh. Once again, another note lost to the fireplace. Let the conniving prick stew on his choices. He’d eventually get the message whether I wrote to him or not. He can keep his secrets just as I can keep my hands and mouth among other assets to myself.

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Two days and five flirtatious unanswered notes later, I needed to get out of the house. Considering I was pissed at my obvious choice for release, I had to seek an alternative source of entertainment.

Unfortunately, Nyx was out of town “on emissary business” aka “fucking around in the Spring Court.” but at least Adish was available for a visit to Velaris. He winnowed in from Day bringing a gorgeous female with bronzed skin, braided black hair, and golden-brown eyes. A male with dark skin and braids accompanied them, his eyes appearing even more golden than the former, and muscles that could have been handcrafted by the gods. Damn. I had heard of these two, two of Adish’s close friends in his court, but he’d certainly undersold their beauty. Rhys must have approved them for a visit to Velaris with Adish. Luckily for me - I was suddenly available to mingle.

“Y/N” Adish introduced the female first, “This is Hemera, Hem for short.” The female held her chin high before giving a warm, confident nod of greeting. Gesturing toward the equally beautiful male, Adish continued, “This is Apollo - who is rivaled only by Helion in his reputation with the ladies and males of the Day Court.” The tall, broad male only grinned - a beautiful, devious thing - in return. Oh, he was well aware of the amount of eyes lingering on him in this establishment. I couldn’t blame them. Hell, I was one of them.

The night included many shots, mostly compliments of those hoping to garner the attention of Hem and Apollo. And maybe it was the liquor talking but Apollo only seemed to have his eyes on me. After several “accidental” brushes of our hands and thighs - I garnered up the nerve to pull Apollo out onto the dance floor, with Hemera and Adish closely behind.

The dance floor was a blur of colors and bodies and music and motion. My backside pressed tightly against Apollo as his considerably large hands gripped my waist. And unless he had snuck a large dagger onto the dance floor with him, something as hard as steel was pressed against my back.

Damn, those hands correlated quite nicely if my drunken assessment was to be relied upon.

Turning to face him I was greeted by his gorgeous smile and pupils blown wide with lust. The very evident scent of arousal flooding my nostrils. He wanted me, bad. And I just so happened to feel particularly uncommitted at this point in time.

We swayed against eachother for a while longer before Apollo tilted his head in silent question toward a dimly lit corner of the bar, a corner I knew quite well from past endeavors. I only smirked in return as he took my hand and led me over.

Nobody could see us as my shadows shrouded us effectively blocking any view that the darkened corner hadn’t already obstructed. His mouth was on mine in an instant. My hands roamed his broad chest as one of his hand found the curve of my ass and another caressed my jaw. I opened my mouth, allowing access. He was so fucking attractive. My body practically screamed for more but something in my chest pulled as a pang of emptiness tore through me. Fuck it felt so-

So…

Wrong.

“Wait.” I pulled away.

Apollo instantly pulled back staring at me in question.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…”

Disappointment briefly flashed over his features before he gave me a sad, knowing look. “Adish warned me before coming here that you might be otherwise engaged - but when I saw you. Can you blame me? I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in a mirror. Please accept my apologies for taking it too far.”

Relief flooded over me. I owed this man nothing, but his understanding was reassuring. “I appreciate it and I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in the mirror as well. Can you blame me for falling into temptation? You have nothing to apologize for considering I was rather eager to sneak off with you.”

He only extended an arm, “Come on, let’s get back to our friends.”

We headed to the dance floor but that damned pang jolted through me again. Was it guilt? Fuck, I couldn’t feel guilty. Eris and I were not committed and he certainly didn’t deserve my guilt after keeping secrets from me.

The only logical solution to numbing this foreign feeling was-

“Another round of shots!” Hem called out, walking up beside me. She nudged me playfully, “You look like you could use one my friend.”

I fluttered my eyelashes toward the gorgeous female. “We’ve only known eachother a few hours and you get me! You really get me.”

The shots appeared before us and we cheers’d eachother before throwing them back. The rest of the night filled with dancing and more shots, until Adish proclaimed he was going back to the inn he was staying at.

“Why not just stay at Nyx’s place? He’s out of town.”

A gleam shone in his eyes that only meant trouble. “I don’t think Nyx would appreciate the activities that would be taking place tonight in his bed, among other surfaces.”

I looked behind him to see Hem and Apollo staring hungrily toward him.

Oh.

Oh!

“We’d offer an invitation but you seem to be missing a certain Uncle of mine too much to partake.”

“I refuse to respond to such nonsense. Regardless, you feel too much like family at this point. Which, gross, don’t read into that - but I’m going home. Thanks for coming out to cheer me up tonight.” I kissed my friend on the cheek before exclaiming loudly enough for his companions to hear. “As your High Lord himself would say: Don’t do anything Helion wouldn’t do!”

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Typically I would winnow home but alcohol and winnowing are not my specialty. I’ve ended up in too many wrong places over the years and had far too many shots tonight to even consider.

My body was overheated from the liquor and dancing and my heart still kept getting hit with waves of…. Ugh, feelings.

Like a raving lunatic, I strolled alongside the Sidra. Cursing Eris, bargains, feelings, great sex, and everything else that came to mind. Fortunately, Velaris has a very low crime rate and I wouldn’t have to worry about anybody with ill intentions approaching the sweaty female shrouded in manic shadows, stumbling around and talking to herself.

No matter how hard I’d try, my thoughts kept circling back to him. And I must have hit the alcohol way harder than I realized as a blur of red came into view, coming closer and closer to me.

“Adish?”

“Hello, little one.”

The unmistakable seductive voice that I knew far too well caressed my senses as a warm, muscled arm wrapped around my shoulder.

“Eris.”

“It appears you’ve had a lot to drink, darling. You’re literally stumbling in the wrong direction. Let’s get you home.”

Fuck. How much did I drink?

I opened my mouth to speak but pain tore through my stomach, nausea rolling through me. It was all I could do to turn away from Eris and puke onto the street.

“I…. I need to sit for a while. I can’t go home like this.”

“Come on Shadowsinger, we’ll go back to my place then.”

“Fuck.” I muttered. My vision spinning. “I can’t make it home! Let alone” I paused as another wave tore through me. “Back to the Autumn Court.”

Eris paused for a moment, seemingly in a moment of uncertainty before releasing a long sigh.

“I know love. We’ll go back to my apartment - it’s two blocks from here. Think you can make it?”

My only response was to turn away and throw up onto the sidewalk again before blurting out:

“What the fuck?”

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Tags: @b0xerdancer @myheartfollower @ang-taylorsversion @acotarobsessed @uniquecolorwizard @justasillylittlegoofyguy

[the-offside-rule]

Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Moving

Requested: yes

Prompt: Moving in with Jude Bellingham (this came at a good time cuz my fyp is FULL of Jude)

Warnings: cutesy shtuff

"Jesus, whys there so much books?" Jude asked as he unpacked a third black box filled to the brim with various schoolbooks. "University. I don't think I need to explain further." Y/n replied as she stacked the books onto the newly constructed shelf. "Yeah, but why so many? I thought everything was online nowadays."

Jude couldn't hide his excitement as he helped Y/n move into their new place in Madrid. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and laughter, creating an atmosphere of warmth and joy. Jude grinned as he lifted another box, "You sure you want all these books in our room, babe?" Y/n chuckled and took a few, placing them on the Shelf above their bed. "Absolutely! They're part of the charm. Plus, they'll have a good view from the shelf." AsAs they unpacked, memories unfolded. Y/n held up an old photo, "Look at us here! Can't believe it's been that long." Y/n stumbled upon another photo of them in the Camp Nou. Their first holiday as a couple. "Remember that trip to Barcelona? Our first adventure together." It was....ironic how he ended up going to the rival team but that was a funny story to tell in the future. She grinned, handing it to her boyfriend. Jude chuckled. "Yeah, and now we're making a new chapter right here in Madrid. Who would've thought?"

They set up a cozy reading nook, and Y/n teased. "Imagine the adventures we'll have in this little corner." She winked. "Behave. I won't bother you when you're there. I'll wait until you get out." Jude said, undoing another box. "We both know you're impatient." She smiled. "You're awfully rude, you know." He muttered. "You love me really Jude."

Amidst the unpacking chaos, they found a quirky souvenir from a past vacation. Y/n held up a miniature flamenco dancer. "We got this in Barcelona too, didn't we? Jesus, I nearly forgot all of these." She turned to see Jude holding a cinema ticket and a receipt. "What's this?" He asked. "Remember our first date to the cinema? I kept the ticket." Jude nodded. "Ah yeah. How could I forget? I spilled popcorn and pretended it was intentional, just to hold your hand." Jude chuckled. "You were quite the romantic back then." Jude held her closely and smiled down to her, just centimeters from her face. "I still am, especially when it comes to you."

"You still know how to make me blush." Jude chuckled. "You'd swear we were married for like 50 years with how you're going on." Jude laughed. "Oh but I love these little tokens. It reminds me of how we got here." She said, holding the ticket in her own hand now. "Our own little museum of love." He joked. "Oh shut up." They shared a playful laugh, turning mundane tasks into moments they'd remember forever.

In between assembling furniture, Y/n looked at Jude with a mischievous grin. "Remember when we tried to build that IKEA shelf? It took us hours!" Jude shook his head. "I still blame the instructions. They're like a secret code only IKEA employees understand." Jude said trying to connect the leg to the new desk. "Or the Swedish." They both burst into laughter, turning the furniture assembly into a lighthearted competition.

While setting up Y/n's study space, Jude couldn't help but express his pride. "You're going to nail uni, Y/n. I'll be right here cheering you on." Y/n playfully tapped his nose. "We cam be eachother's cheerleaders. Go team us!" She smiled. "But I haven't exactly been the best cheerleader, have I?" Jude said. "It's understandable." Y/n replied. "I don't think it is. It would have been understandable for you to not come to my games and support me but you still did. But it's my turn now and I promise I'm going to cheer you on louder than anyone else." Y/n reached out her hand and he took it, interlocking their fingers and kissing them. "I am so happy you're finally here." He whispered.

They shared a sweet moment, realizing that every challenge they faced only brought them closer together. "Come on, last box." Y/n said, handing the heavy box to Jude. He obviously underestimated how heavy it was because he nearly dropped it. "Don't you deadlift at training?" Y/n teased. "Come here you!" She giggled as she ran from Jude around the house, further delaying them actually finishing up the moving process.

As the day unfolded and the furniture set up, the items and memorabilia all set in their place, the couple sat by the pool with the fireplace ablaze, sipping on coffee, and enjoying the peace and quiet of eachother's company. "This is home now, isn't it?" Y/n said, leaning into Jude. He nodded. "Our safe haven. Here's to new beginnings, love." They clinked their coffee mugs, sealing the promise of countless more memories Madrid, in what would now be known as their home.

The day ended with laughter echoing through the halls, love lingering in the air, and the anticipation of countless tomorrows in a city that now held not just their dreams but their shared adventures and cherished moments.

[alltimefail]

This song, "For Forever" was on George's Edwin playlist (he said so in a Cameo) and holy fuck it's perfect for Edwin and Charles.

Knowing the current fate of our beloved show it stings a little extra hard to talk about, but not in a bad way and I want to talk about why that is. Warning that I'm going to wax poetic here, maybe definitely cry a little along the way, but please stick with me. 🖤

These boys have a bond that is special; it defies hell, rejects heaven, scoffs at the classic tragedies with a molotov cocktail in hand, rewrites the expected "bury your gays" trope (surprise, the gays came back as ghosts!), and says fuck a soulmate - I willed this, I chose this, I chose you, fate may have brought us together but I stayed with you and I'd do it again. No one can change that they are together for forever, two friends having a perfect day every day because the other one is there. They'll always have each other in every universe, they'll be together until the end of time and not even death herself can (or would) split them up. For Charles and Edwin it's just sky for forever, inside jokes, silly dance sessions, late night games of cluedo, reminiscing and confiding, puzzling cases, paperwork, infinite backpacks to organize, spells to master, books to read aloud (Edwin doing the reading of course while Charles enjoys), and long walks to wherever, whenever, because they've got nothing but time.

These two silly ghost boys will have the promise of endless possibility, content with the life they've made in their death, just letting the world pass them by for forever and it's everything, better than a life either of them could have ever imagined. Charles and Edwin have known so much tragedy and injustice in their respective lifetimes, they know loss intimately and are constatly fighting tooth and nail against the many forces that try to separate them along the way, but they still choose to do good, to help others, and they are happy because the reward is enough: the ability to bask in the light they've found in eachother is more than enough. Regardless of how you interpret that love, it is truly eternal and pure... so much so that it honestly makes some of the greatest love stories and epics pale in comparison.

All that to say, every time we talk about these two and tell their stories (through another television adaptation, through rewatching season 1 and analyzing every little detail, through fanart, through the comics, through their appearance in doom patrol, and so on) we only add to that cosmic universe that they'll exist in forever. Their story doesn't end with the Netflix adaptation, just like it didn't really start there either.

"You say 'There's nowhere else I'd rather be, and I say me too... we just talk and take in the view."

That line ⬆️ is the essence of the boys whole dynamic, and you know what? That is really fucking beautiful. The whole drive in this song - its steady, epic build and sensational crescendos that convey excitement, awe, a little bit of uncertainty, and an abundance of unbriddled emotion - is exactly how Charles and Edwin's dynamic feels and it's a goddamn treasure, a fucking whirlwind, a blessing to witness. Frankly the love they share is worth celebrating, it's worth honoring and creating for because it's breathtaking, pure joy, warmth, and unyielding devotion. It's a one of a kind story with two boys who will always come to each other's rescue, who will do everything in their power to make sure the other is okay, who will accept each other and pick each other up every time and love each other enough in death to make up for all the people who dared to not see the brilliant light they shined in life.

Netflix may not want to tell their story any more, but we can. We can keep making art, writing fics, supporting Jayden and George who brought our boys to life - and Kassius and Yuyu who gave us their sensational living counterparts as well. I know I love these dead boys and their alive girl companions and that their story will always mean the world to me. I love their love, the found family they've created, and all the residual joy and inspiration it causes; but most of all I love that they've brought us all together in our own little found family. No one can take that from us, nor can they take that from the writers, cast, and crew who put everything into starting this legacy.

So let's do what we do best and get back to our work...for forever, yeah? Maybe another streaming service saves our show (and that would he fucking mint, aces, BRILLS!!!!) but at the end of the day, fandom can immortalize this story.

There's still cases to solve, rights to wrong, jobs to job! No reason to stop just because Netflix mucked this up royally. 🔎💀

[xmads-omensx]

Once Upon A Dream

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,781

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, wearing, kissing, mentions of a slight fear of rollercoasters and mild anxiety

Summary: Noah takes Y/N to Disney for their anniversary... except they can't quite get rid of the rest of the guys

Thanks @tosoundlessdarkistare for the idea <3

I have also never been to Disney Land before so please be aware that there will be inaccuracies.

I had always wanted to go to Disney, ever since I was a kid, but I had never had the chance to go. It was always too expensive when I was younger, and by the time we could afford it, I had pretty much outgrown it.

Part of me still wanted to go, but with balancing work and spending time with Noah when he wasn’t on tour, it was hard to find the time to visit with enough time to do everything that I wanted to do.

This wasn’t something I had told Noah outright. It wasn’t exactly something I openly told people. The circle of people I surrounded myself with were, much like Noah, intimidating metalheads covered in tattoos who would have absolutely no business being in Disneyland. The mental image made me laugh.

One day, I had some time between meetings. I was working from home that day, so I didn’t really have anything to do in this particular thirty minute gap, so I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to have a glance at prices for a hypothetical trip to Disneyland. My very surface-level research confirmed the astronomical prices for tickets, and did not factor in accommodation, snacks, souvenirs or a second person to join me on the trip.

I promptly gave up on my side-quest and went back to my meeting, feeling ever so slightly defeated at my lack of accomplishment.

The rest of the day felt heavier. It wasn’t like I desperately wanted to do, but more so something the small child within me yearned for. Plenty of kids my age, friends included all got to experience the joys of Disney, but I never quite reached that.

Crawling into bed after dinner felt nice. Especially with Noah wrapped around me.

“How was your day?” He asked softly.

“Not bad. Work was a bit boring, as usual.” I laughed into his chest, making him laugh as well.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around much today. We were making real progress in the studio.” He said softly, a twinge of regret in his voice.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re making progress, honey.” I replied, snuggling further into his chest.

“Me too.” He kissed the top of my head. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I drifted off to sleep easily. I always did with Noah there.

The next day I woke up to an empty bed. I didn’t like waking up alone. I looked around the room but couldn’t see Noah anywhere. The bathroom was empty and it was only 9:45am, so he shouldn’t be at the studio just yet.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and left our shared bedroom. My office was down the hall and the light was on. Weird. I was sure I had turned it off when you finished work yesterday.

Walking closer to the slightly ajar door, I started to hear voices coming from inside. Noah? Matt? Jolly? Why were they in my office?

I lightly pushed the door open and they hurriedly stopped their conversation. Noah had a look that was equally suspicious as it was guilty.

“What are you guys doing in here?” I asked sleepily, rubbing my eye.

“Nothing really, just chilling.” Noah said, trying to act calm but ultimately failing.

“In my office?” I asked sceptically.

The guys looked between eachother as I just stared at them. From an outside perspective, it must have looked like a mildly disappointed mother scolding her three sons.

“You better take this one man, it was your idea.” Matt said, clapping Noah on his back, making Jolly laugh.

Noah sighed before speaking. “So, you know how our anniversary is coming up soon?”

“Yeah.” I said, a small smile appearing on my face, as it did every time someone mentioned our anniversary

“I thought maybe we could go on a little trip, instead of just going on a nice date or something.” He said quietly, with a small smile on his face.

“A trip where?” I asked, excited.

“That’s a surprise.” Noah replied.

“Disney Land!” Matt and Jolly exclaimed at the same time Noah was speaking.

“Are you both fucking kidding me!” Noah shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Matt and Jolly laughed at his outburst, hurriedly escaping the room to avoid Noah’s anger as well as the pillow he had picked up to throw at them.

I just watched, laughing at them.

“I’m sorry baby, it was supposed to be a surprise.” He mumbled, looking down at the ground in defeat.

“Hey.” He looked up at me when I began to speak. “It’s okay. I’m looking forward to it.”

He smiled softly and pulled me into his lap, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Good morning beautiful.” He said softly.

“Morning handsome.” I giggled.

We stayed like that for another few moments before deciding to go and get ready for the day.

The rest of the week rolled around quickly as Noah and I’s anniversary approached. We had packed for three days at Disney Land and were eagerly awaiting our trip to roll around.

After what felt like eternity, the time had arrived for us to begin our journey to Disney Land. Luckily, we didn’t live too far away, so we could drive there and back relatively easily, but we still booked a hotel to make out lives easier.

Moving our bags by the front door, Noah began loading up his car. Since it was our anniversary, he wasn’t letting me help him with anything, which frustrated me, but seeing as he was significantly taller than me and could lift me up like it was nothing, there wasn’t much point trying to help him.

“Noah come on. Let me help.” I had argued.

“Nope.” He simply replied.

“Noah ju-“ I started before he interrupted me.

“I said nope.” He looked at me with a jokingly stern expression.

I had sighed, giving up.

Once the car had been packed, Noah clapped his hands together, proud of himself, and we began to make our way to his car.

Before we could even open the door, a small commotion from inside the house made us pause, before what can only be described as a gaggle of arguing men poured out the front door carrying bags with them.

Nick, Folio, Jolly, Matt, Bryan and Steven now all stood on our driveway looking mildly sheepish.

“Where are you guys going?” Noah asked with a suspicious tone, nervously eyeing the bags they each carried along with them.

“So, we may or may not have booked tickets to go with you guys to Disney Land.” Folio said sheepishly.

“Out anniversary trip to Disney Land?” Noah asked, still eyeing them all suspiciously.

The rest of the guys had a guilty look on their faces. “We’ll stay out of your way, we just liked the idea.” Nick added, trying to lessen their guilt.

“You fucking better.” Noah huffed before getting into the drivers seat of his car.

“See you guys later I guess.” I laughed before climbing in the passenger seat.

Noah sighed before starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. He remained quiet for the first ten minutes of the drive, which was unlike him. He usually asked for a specific playlist, or talked about our plans for the day.

“Are you okay babe?” I asked, placing my hand on his knee and squeezing it affectionately.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He sighed. “I just wanted to take you somewhere special for a break away from the others. You know? Just us.”

“And whilst that is a very nice idea babe, we both know that neither of us will ever escape those guys.” I laughed.

“Yeah you’re right.” Noah sighed, a weak smile appearing on his face.

“I have a nasty habit of doing that.” I smirked at him.

“shut up. Put some music on babe, you’re choice.” Noah laughed.

“Okay.” I giggled, queuing up my musical theatre playlist, which I knew Noah secretly liked, despite stating that he hated it several times.

The entire drive there I performed every single song, which was probably why Noah constantly protested the playlist every time. I more or less made a mockery of his job.

Once we arrived at the hotel, we unloaded Noah’s car and brought our things up to the hotel room, which wasn’t fancy in the slightest, but did the job for four nights. The guys had booked rooms in the same hotel, but luckily not on the same floor as Noah and I, so we still got some peace and quiet away from them.

Dinner time rolled around and Noah took me out for a very nice, quiet, romantic meal for our anniversary, as had become tradition between the two of us over the last few years.

The morning sunshine lit up our hotel room and aroused me from my sleep, Noah still lay beside me snoring contently away. As much as I hated to wake him, I knew that we probably had to leave soon to avoid the rush at the entrance. I gently brushed the stray hairs off of his face, before placing gentle kisses all over his cheeks, making him stir and his eyes flutter open.

A soft smile appeared on his face. “Hey beautiful.” He groaned.

“Hi baby.” I replied, kissing his forehead.

He wrapped his long, strong arms around my waist, trying to pull me back into bed, but I resisted. “Noah, baby, as much as I would love to hide in bed all day with you, we need to beat the rush and the rest of the guys.”

Noah groaned and buried his face in the pillow.

“This was your idea honey.” I laughed, shaking his shoulder gently, making him roll over and face me again.

“I know.” He sighed before climbing out of bed and dragging me into the bathroom behind him.

After we were showered, dressed and I had done my hair and makeup, it was time to go. We planned on grabbing some breakfast at the park as well as lunch, and just seeing how we felt for dinner.

The drive over there was short and we got parked relatively easily, despite our parking being far to the back of the car park.

We collected our wristbands and entered the park. Neither Noah or myself especially liked rollercoasters, but we were both determined to try at least one before our trip was over.

“Hey! Y/N! Noah!” A voice called from behind us.

Turning around, we saw Jolly towering over the rest of the crowd and waving at us. Noah sighed before waving back at him.

“I guess we aren’t getting our trip for just us two after all.” He groaned.

“Don’t worry about it. We still have our hotel room to ourselves and we can go out and have dinner just us two. It’s all going to be fine, Noah.” I comforted him, squeezing his hand affectionately.

The rest of the guys all crowded around us, shouting out different things that they wanted to do and explore. Most of the guys wanted to try the Guardians of the Galaxy ride, whilst Noah and I were more hesitant. “Maybe we should just say fuck it and try it out.” I murmured to him.

“Babe, if I’m being honest, that sounds like hell to me.” He laughed in reply.

“I think I’ll try it.” I said confidently. “How bad can it be?”

Noah laughed at that. “Sure.”

“No really. I’m going to do it.” I replied confidently. I was determined to prove to him that I could do it, no matter what.

“Fine. If you do it, I’ll buy you as many churros as you want.” He replied.

“Okay. And what do you get?” I asked

“Oh babe, there is no way in hell I’m doing that.” He laughed, pulling me into his side.

I really loved churros, but was the price I would have to pay worth it? Yes.

We decided as a group to head there first and beat the crowds. Queuing took no time at all and we sat down in our seats. Steven and Noah stayed back holding our bags, whilst the rest of us went on together.

I was sandwiched in between Matt and Jolly, gripping both their hands tightly. My heart raced inside my chest as the attendant came over and lowered the security bar, securing us in place.

“You good?” Matt asked.

I just nodded my head.

He laughed in reply. “It’ll be over before you’ve even realised it’s started.”

I nodded again. Having Matt and Jolly beside me helped calm my nerves ever so slightly.

Suddenly, the ride jolted forward and we were off. Music flooded into my ears, but I couldn’t make out what songs they were playing. All I knew was that it was cheesy 80s hits that I presumed were in the movie. The cart flew along the tracks quickly, taking the air out of my lungs. But it wasn’t fear that I was feeling. It was joy. Pure joy.

I laughed and screamed alongside the rest of the people on the ride. Who knew something like this could be so much fun?

Like Matt had said, it was over before I knew it and the ride pulled to a stop.

My legs felt like spaghetti as I stood up after dismounting the ride. I laughed and clung onto Matt as we walked back to Noah and Steven who were sat on a bench nearby eating something that looked like… a turkey leg?

“Have fun guys?” Steven called out to us. We erupted in various replies of “yes”, “holy shit” and “fuck yeah” as we rejoined them.

“Have fun babe?” Noah asked as he put an arm around my shoulder.

“Yeah, I did actually.” I replied with a wide grin. “It was way more fun than I expected.”

“That’s great babe.” He laughed.

“What the fuck are you eating?” I asked.

“Oh this?” He held up what I thought might be a turkey leg, and ripped a chunk off of it with his teeth, before chewing aggressively. “It’s turkey.” He said with his mouth still full.

I turned away from him with a grimace, making the other guys laugh.

The rest of our day was filled with countless more rides, as Noah now couldn’t keep me off of them, and stupid group photos, obviously pulling weird faces and poses. Keeping up his end of the bargain, like a true gentleman, Noah bought me as many churros as I wanted. In fact, he kept it up for the rest of our stay at Disney Land, which filled me with immense joy.

On our last day, Noah said he had a surprise for me. The guys had shared a knowing look before leaving us to it and heading back to the hotel for the night.

Noah took my hand and guided me to a quiet spot near a restaurant that was on a slight hill and gave us a brilliant view of the Sleeping Beauty castle, whilst being completely out of sight from the crowd.

“What’s going on Noah?” I asked with a laugh.

“Nothing, just wanna show you something.” He replied with a smile.

I gave him a suspicious look before returning my gaze back to the castle.

“I guess I just wanted to say that I love you, and I’m glad we did this trip.” He said after a long pause.

“I love you too.” I said, squeezing his hand. “I’m glad we did this too, even though it’s a bit out of your comfort zone.”

“You got that right.” He laughed.

“Well I do tend to-“ I started.

“Don’t you dare say you’re always right.” He laughed, shoving me playfully.

“Well, I am.” I repied.

“Shush.” He pulled me into his side.

“Why did you even suggest Disney Land?” I asked, looking up at him.

“You never got to go as a kid, and it’s pretty much right on our doorstep.” He replied.

“You remembered that?” I asked, surprised.

“Well, duh. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t.” he laughed, kissing the top of my head.

We stood there in silence as the fireworks started, I leaned back into Noah’s chest as he began to gently sway us back and forth to the music that was playing.

“I love you.” He muttered into my hair.

“I love you more.” I whispered back

“Not possible.” Noah replied softly.

He began humming along to the song, his chest vibrating behind my back as the fireworks illuminated the night sky.

So this is what having a soulmate feels like? Like living in a dream that never ends.

[curio-queries]

I agree, I think the main character was always meant to be their relationship. I think when they were planning the show that must have been a discussion, because it would be self-evident once they were traveling together, same as it came out so strongly when they were in BV3 and walking around together. Obviously the jeju episodes were hijacked so to speak (but imo mostly served to show us the incredibly intimate bond Jikook share), but yes, the main character is that, it is meant to show us them, as they are. They said this too in their first intro.

I also think it was a way for JM to make up to JK for his busy period, and spend quality time being free to travel together. They obviously say that to open the show, so it is not a reach. But, it is more than that, I think he truly does care about JK and his happiness. He also says that a few times in jeju and in Sapporo so far, as long as JK is happy, that is what mattered, and I am like that in my relationship. It truly shows how much they both care for each other.

I love that in episode 6, all they really do is check into their hotel, eat snacks, go to a 7/11, eat more, talk, go to bed. Then JM is there calling JK into the bathroom to take a selfie because 'they made memories here'. it is so sweet, because really all I think he is referring to is them being together, enjoying the normal/mundane things. Then they go on to do more of that, walking the snowy streets to go find food, coffee and ride a train. Things a lot of us will take for granted, often complain about probably. I know they had a lot of staff to protect them/look out for their wellbeing, but we have. to remember they are used to that, and so for them, it is just being out and about on a normal day, doing normal things, together.

Hi anon,

I'd definitely be interested to learn a little more about the scope of AYS and how it developed. I've still been thinking about the idea of the relationships as the main character and how that could have developed throughout the production. It's been a while since I've watched Bon Voyage but I don't think the same could be said there. BV is absolutely modeled after typical travel shows where the journey/destination becomes the chief focus.

I do think there was space for the Jeju eps to open the focus to all three members' relationships and I do believe it was mostly successful. It's one of the reasons why all of the pool segments didn't feel repetitive, there was a different mixture of members each time: taekook, jikook, vminkook. Even though they recreated some of the same bits in each subsequent scene, they weren't cut our of the edit because it didn't feel like repeat moments due to the changing dynamics and thus fulfilling the goal of exploring the differing relationships.

On a complete sidenote, while we're sharing lovely bursts of joy from ep 6, let me share mine about the memories moments as well. I have a family history of memory loss-related illnesses so I've always been hyperaware of my own shortcomings with my memory and made my peace with the likelihood that I will have my own journey on that path as well. There was a phrase I heard years ago that has given me a lot of comfort: our character has still been influenced by those we love even if we lose the memories associated with them.

This episode spending so much time talking about making memories in such a sweet way just reminds me how much Jimin and Jungkook want to have eachother influence their character. They have so many extraordinary events in their lives and while they may not remember the exact day-to-day detail, they have absolutely helped shape the other's character. I just think it's especially lovely.

[prof-peach]

What's a happy adoption story that's occurred on the island? Conversely, what's one of the worst adoption attempts seen?

All adoption stories have a lot of joy in them for us at Dotaku, but I suppose one or two stand out.

We had a seemingly lost and quite old Mawile handed in to us, clear care put into their lifestyle, it's teeth were in good condition for its age, it had no illness, clear and soft skin, creeping joint aches but it was to be expected for the pokemon age, but it had no pokeball, so no trainer ID to return them to.

We expected someone to come for it, we even put out posters on the mainland to help find its trainer, but no one came forward. We eventually posed the topic of rehoming to the pokemon and it firmly refused, we did not bring it up again. This pokemon would sit every time people came off the boats at the dock as if waiting for someone, and each time would walk away dissapointed.

Five years passed, it had never given us trouble, was well behaved and kind in nature, even partook in plnety of island events with time, became one of the permanent fixtures here.

And then out of the blue, an old woman turned up with her grandson, visitors. We were made aware of the dimensia she was living with just in case she wandered off, and catered to it no problem. Staff report that she walked around without issue, enjoyed the grounds just line anyone else, until that is, she spotted this one Mawile, and the pokemon saw her, the two had a moment of recognition.

Theyre both in tears as soon as they reach eachother, the Mawile ran for this woman, we didnt know if it was hostile or not at first, but nope, there as a big hug shared and progressive tears. The grandson filled us in that his grandma use to have a partner but came from a village that just lived with pokemon, no balls, no fancy items, just a mutual choosing. But the Mawile had been stolen by a young trainer passing through years ago, with no pokeballs to stop the capture process, the boy assumed someone caught the pokemon and left with it, seperating the pair. It was kind of the one thing his Grandma would always look for in her later years, forgetting that she'd lost her beloved partner, becoming increasingly worried repeatedly as her illness worsened over the years. It caused a lot of grief.

we can only assume the pokemon got free or released, and was handed in to the island as a "difficult case" due to its reluctance to listen to others.

The woman went home with her pokemon, reunited after 5 long years apart, it brought a tear to plenty of the staff's eyes thats for sure.

On the opposing end we've had plenty of shady folk come in and try to adopt from us, but theres a few measures we put in place when were suspicious. I dont discuss the security precautions we apply in these cases to hide the pricess and keep the pokemon and staff safe here.

Despite this, one or two slip the net on rare occasion, it happens, were not perfect. One that stays with me was a woman who came in to look for a partner, making all the best attempts to charm a quite fantastic little Treeko, a rare variant with fantastic leopard markings. She was forthright and seemed ordinary, we went through our regular security checks and nothing came up on her ID, figured it was a fine match. So she went through the process of adopting, staff saw no red flags. I kick myself now, if i'd been around her with Val we could have stopped this, but i'd been too busy with other jobs to oversee that particular case.

She leaves with the pokemon, and we're none the wiser, but anyone who knows us, knows we do home visits after adoption to make sure a pokemon is happy and well. usually 3 within the year. Some of our staff turn up to an abandoned building, no pokemon, no people, nothing. The hunt began, Grey was quick to try to see if the pokemons ID had been pinged at any pokecentres, but nothing came up. We kept looking, and called in some favours at the local ranger bases and police stations to watch.

Eventually someone spots the woman in question, two regions over in Hoenn, selling eggs. She got pulled over for trafic violations while driving and got flagged. I went over personally to see what was going on, and turns out she was illegally breeding rare species to sell for huge money. The treeko was in BAD condition by this point, we took it back along with two dozen or so eggs, another Sceptile, and a pair of shroomish with unsual patterns that were on their last legs. She was taken to court for cruelty charges and served time.

The pokemon however were fine in the end, took some time to rehabilitate them, but they still hang around the island, that experience was traumatic for them so they choose to stay with us for saftey sake. We have no issues with this, and have since tightened our security checks. The womans trainer ID was a fake, a really convincing one, we messed up. It's cases like that that'll push us to all do better however, we learned a lot, and hold onto those failures to push forward in a better way.

Just glad the pokemon survived and are now healthy and happy.

[theskywaker]

Heyo so first "question" I send here (I think-) but sadly it's bad news- I've been seeing posts that Tumblr is gonna try to use all art, images and pictures here to train an ai, since you're an artist I thought you should know (As far as I know they haven't done it yet but they're planning to)

my answer to this is not really directed to you but to everyone in general, and i do believe generative AI is hurting my business as a freelance illustrator (in multiple ways, including the recent distrust of not being able to tell what is generated), but;

i try not to panic about things in life in general, i still want to enjoy creating and enjoy sharing my work with everyone despite whatever may be going on currently in the world. because i'm a firm believer we should still share joy with eachother through the ways we're used to communicating. we can't let rumors of trouble split us apart. i know this may sound shocking or harsh to some but a lot of times the answer in life is not to respond with outrage and despair but to stand firm and not let these people disrupt our lives

[lenny-thequeen1]

Forever Together Married! Leon X F!Reader

Leon and you have been married to eachother for 5 years but have been dating for 5 years prior, still going on missions together. The two unstoppable.

talk of romance, violence, gunfire, injured reader

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You had never imagined that you would end up marrying the man who had once saved your life. But fate had a funny way of bringing people together, and you and Leon Kennedy were living proof of that.

As you sat next to Leon on the couch in your cozy living room, sipping hot cocoa, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the life you had built together. It had been almost five years since your wedding day. You and Leon had tied the knot in a small, intimate ceremony with only your closest friends and family in attendance. The sun had been shining bright that day, casting a golden glow on everything around you. You wore a stunning white gown that was low cut with lace on your arms, while Leon looked dashing in his black suit. It was a day filled with joy, laughter, and happy tears all captured in pictures that hung upon your walls inside your shared home.

After the ceremony, you had all celebrated with a lively reception filled with dancing, food, and drinks. You remembered the way Leon had twirled you around the dance floor, his eyes never leaving yours. How his hand was in the small of your back, dipping you down and planting kisses on your lips. It was a moment you would cherish forever.

"Remember that time in Spain?" Leon asked, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. His voice snapping you out of your memories that were replaying.

You smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "How could I forget? We fought our way through hordes of infected villagers and saved the world from a bioterrorism attack."

Leon's face lit up with a nostalgic grin as he leaned back into the couch, relishing in the memories of their harrowing mission in Spain. "Those villagers were relentless," he said, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "And the way we took down that final boss? Epic." His laugh filled the air like a sweet summer song.

You couldn't help but laugh, remembering how Leon had managed to distract the monstrous creature while you took aim and delivered the final blow. "You were the perfect distraction," you said, winking at him. "I'm surprised you didn't manage to distract me also with that handsome face of yours."

Leon chuckled. "Well, it's not every day you get to fight alongside a beautiful and talented agent like yourself."

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks at his compliment, but you couldn't deny that it felt good to be appreciated by someone as skilled and experienced as Leon. Even if you had known him since Raccoon City, and had been together with him for 10 years.

As you snuggled closer to him, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that with Leon by your side, you could face anything that life threw your way.

Suddenly, your peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. You groaned, not wanting to be pulled away from your cozy spot next to Leon.

"I'll get it," Leon said, getting up from the couch and grabbing your phone from the coffee table. Which still earned a soft whine as the cold air suddenly filled his spot beside you.

You watched as he answered the call, his face turning serious as he listened to the person on the other end.

"Okay, we'll be there," he said, hanging up the phone and turning to you. "Speaking of beautiful and talented agents," Leon said, his expression turning serious that sent your heart to drop down to your stomach, you always knew what that face he made meant. "We've got another mission to tackle. Chris needs our help."

You nodded, ready to jump into action. The thought of taking on another dangerous mission was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, but with Leon by your side, you knew that you could handle anything.

Together, you gathered your gear and made your way to the door, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead. But as you stepped outside, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. This mission would be a test of your skills, your strength, and your trust in each other.

But as Leon took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly, you felt a renewed sense of courage and determination. No matter what lay ahead, you knew that you and Leon could face it together.

As you stepped outside, the cool night air sending a shiver down your spine, Leon took your hand close to his mouth planting a kiss on top of it. "We'll always be in this together, (Y/N). No matter what happens."

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his touch. "Forever and always, Leon."

And with that, you both set off into the night, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead. Because as long as you had each other, you knew that you could conquer anything.

Chris had only called to ask for your help, and you trusted him enough to know that it was something serious. But it sent your mind reeling with thoughts. You both had an unspoken knowing of this could always be your last mission.

You and Leon hopped into your car and drove to the designated meeting spot. As you arrived, Chris filled you in on the details. It was a bioterrorism attack in a small town, and there were reports of mutated creatures causing chaos.

Without hesitation, you and Leon geared up and set off towards the town. As you arrived, you could already see the destruction that had been wrought. Buildings were on fire, and the streets were littered with debris with bodies hidden underneath.

The stench of death hung in the air, making it difficult to breathe. It was suffocating to you, just like how all the missions had done before. No matter how many similar missions you've worked, this was something you could never prepare for. You and Leon moved swiftly, surveying the area and looking for any survivors.

You spotted a woman, lying motionless on the ground. You rushed to her side, checking for any signs of life. Miraculously, she was still breathing.

As you knelt beside the woman, you gently placed two fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. Relief flooded through you as you felt a faint but steady beat. You turned to Leon, who was already grabbing medical supplies from his backpack.

"Leon, we need to stabilize her," you said, your voice urgent.

He nodded, his focus entirely on the task at hand. You and Leon quickly carried her to safety and gave her medical attention. Once in safety yo worked together, and quickly to administer first aid and stop any bleeding. As you tended to her wounds, you couldn't help but wonder how many others had been injured or killed in this attack. Your heart yearned for her in a way.

"Do you think she knows anything about what's happening here?" you asked, gesturing to the woman.

Leon looked up at you, his expression serious. "It's possible. We should ask her when she wakes up."

You nodded in agreement, knowing that any information could be crucial in stopping the bioterrorism attack. As you finished patching up the woman's wounds, she began to stir.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now," you said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Your wedding ring glistening in the light from the flames outside.

She looked up at you with bleary eyes, confusion etched on her face. "What happened? Where am I?"

"We found you in the middle of the chaos. Can you tell us anything about what's going on?" Leon asked, his tone gentle but firm.

The woman took a deep breath, wincing in pain. "I don't know much. They came in the middle of the night, and everything just went to hell. I heard screams and gunshots, and then…nothing. I don't know how long I was out for."

You and Leon exchanged a worried glance. It sounded like this attack had come out of nowhere, and there was no telling how far the damage had spread. But one thing was for sure – you both were determined to stop it, no matter what it took.

As you continued to move through the town, you encountered various mutated creatures. It was a gruesome sight, but you and Leon worked seamlessly together, taking down the creatures with ease.

Suddenly, you heard a loud explosion coming from a nearby building. You and Leon rushed towards it, guns drawn. As you entered the building, you saw a man in a lab coat frantically working at a computer.

"Stop what you're doing!" Leon shouted, pointing his gun at the man.

The man turned around, fear etched on his face. "I had to do it! They made me!"

As you and Leon approached the man, a sudden wave of pain shot through your side. You winced, feeling a sharp burning sensation spreading across your abdomen. You glanced down and saw blood seeping through your shirt, staining it a deep red.

"Leon," you gasped, your hand clutching your side as tight as you could get it to try and stop the bleeding. "I'm hit."

Leon immediately turned his attention towards you, his eyes widening in shock and concern, a glint of fear flashed inside the deepest part his blue eyes. "Oh my god, (Y/N)," he said, his voice trembling. "What happened?"

You shook your head, trying to keep your focus. "I don't know, it just… it just hurts."

Leon quickly guided you to the ground, propping you up against a nearby wall. He carefully lifted your shirt stopping just before your sports brs, revealing a deep gash on your side that was still bleeding profusely.

"We need to get you out of here," he said, his voice firm and determined. "Can you walk?"

You shook your head, feeling lightheaded and weak. "I don't think so, Leon. It hurts too much. Leon..I'm scared. I don't want to leave your side."

Leon's expression softened, his hand gently stroking your hair. "It's okay, (Y/N)," he said, his voice soothing. "I've got you. Just hang on, okay?" He knew he was scared also, he didn't want you to see it though.

He lifted you into his arms, cradling you close to his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, his concern for you evident in his touch. As he carried you out of the building, you felt a sense of safety wash over you, knowing that Leon would do everything in his power to keep you safe.

Once outside, Leon laid you down on the ground and started examining your wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He murmured words of encouragement, his hands steady as he worked to patch you up.

"You're going to be okay," he said, his voice firm and confident. "I won't let anything happen to you."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I know, Leon," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you."

As you lay on the ground, the pain in your side was excruciating, and you felt the warmth of blood seeping out of the wound. You tried to focus on your breathing, but the sound of your racing heart was deafening. Leon's hands were steady and sure as he worked to stop the bleeding, his eyes fixed on the wound with unwavering concentration. Your eyes were squeezed shut. Leon's eyes were filling with tears as he worked, worried about your well being first and foremost. His vows of always protecting you playing loud and clear in his mind. The memories of how your smile was bright and full of love mixed with faith failing to provide him comfort as he watched how your breathing was shaking underneath his hands. Your blood spilling over his hands also.

"Stay with me," he urged, his voice laced with urgency. "I need you to stay with me."

You nodded, your vision blurring at the edges when you opened your eyes to look at your husband before you. You could feel the warmth of Leon's hand on your forehead as he tried to soothe you, but you could tell he was worried. You knew this was serious, but you had faith in Leon. He was always there for you, no matter what.

As the chaos of the bioterrorism attack continued around you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Leon's steady presence. You trusted him implicitly, and you knew he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. Despite the danger, you felt a sense of peace wash over you as you lay there, your heart filled with love and gratitude for the man by your side.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain back in your side, and you winced in agony. Your cry out was piercing in Leon's ears no matter how you tried to muffle it. Leon's eyes widened as he saw the blood soaking through the bandage on your wound. He immediately sprang into action, pulling his first aid kit back out and working just as quickly to try and stop the bleeding.

"Stay with me, love," he said, his voice strained with worry. The knot in his throat refusing to leave. "You're going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

You felt yourself slipping away again, the pain overwhelming and your vision blurring worse than before. But through it all, you could hear Leon's voice, his words a lifeline that kept you tethered to the world. You knew that he was doing everything in his power to save you, and that thought gave you strength.

As the chaos raged on around you, you felt Leon's arms around you, holding you close and keeping you safe. You could hear the sound of his heartbeat, strong and steady, and you knew that you would be okay as long as he was by your side.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Leon's hands stilled, and he looked up at you with a look of relief. "You're going to be okay," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I've stopped the bleeding. Just hold on a little longer, and we'll get out of here."

You nodded weakly, your eyes closing as you tried to conserve your energy. You knew that you were in good hands with Leon, and that he would do whatever it took to get you out of this alive.

Leon carefully applied pressure to your wound, his hands steady as he worked to stop the bleeding. With each passing second, the flow of blood slowed until it finally stopped altogether. You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the pressure on your wound ease, and you knew that you were in good hands with Leon.

The battle that followed was intense, with mutated creatures attacking from every angle. You and Leon fought side by side, taking down the creatures one by one. Despite the chaos around you, you felt a sense of calm wash over you as you fought alongside Leon, knowing that he had your back. Deep down you knew the wound on your side was an unpassable hurdle. It could make you a burden if it opened back up.

After some intense investigation and fighting, you discovered that a notorious bioterrorist organization was responsible for the attack. With your help, Chris and his team were able to dismantle the organization and prevent any further attacks. As the dust settled and the last of the creatures were defeated, you and Leon took a moment to catch your breath. The weight of what had just happened hit you both at the same time, and you looked at each other with a newfound respect and admiration. Before you knew it, Leon had pulled you close and planted his lips onto yours. All the worry he had finally lifting off his shoulders as he held you. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, your eyes spilling out tears as you pulled him closer to you. "Leon.." Your voice muffled against his lips. "I was so scared I was going to die." your voice breaks with a lump growing in your throat.

As you spoke, you could feel the warmth of Leon's arms around you, his grip tightening as he listened to your words. He pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of relief and love.

"I know, my love," he whispered, his voice tender and filled with emotion as he pressed his sweaty dirt littered forehead to your own. "I was scared too, but I couldn't let anything happen to you. You mean everything to me."

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips gentle and reassuring. As he held you, you could feel the adrenaline slowly fading away, replaced by a sense of peace and safety that only Leon could provide.

"I'm so grateful you're okay," he murmured against your lips. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

You smiled at him, your heart filled with love and gratitude. In that moment, you knew that you and Leon had a bond that could never be broken. No matter what dangers lay ahead, you would face them together, knowing that you had each other's backs.

After the mission was over, and the bioterrorist organization was taken down, you and Leon returned home battered and bruised. You looked at each other, and in that moment, you knew that you would always have each other's backs. No matter how tough the mission, or how dangerous the situation, you were in this together. You both walk to the extraction site, Leon's hand on your uninjured side as the injured side was guarded by his body.

As you approached the extraction site, Leon pulled out his radio and signaled Chris to let him know that you were both safe and ready for extraction. "Chris, this is Leon. We're ready for pickup. The mission was a success, but we took some hits. We'll need medical attention when we get back." Chris responded quickly, assuring Leon that a medical team was on standby and would be waiting for you when you arrived back at base.

The helicopters blades were kicking up gusts of wind as it landed. Your hair which was once in a tight pony tail had fallen out and was blowing around. Leon's grip on you never loosened.

As the helicopter touched down, Leon helped you aboard, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Once inside, he made sure that you were secure and comfortable before taking a seat next to you. You could feel his hand on your shoulder, providing a steady reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

As you and Leon boarded the helicopter, Chris was waiting for you inside. He looked relieved to see that you were both alive and in one piece.

"Good job, both of you," he said, clapping Leon on the back. "I knew I could count on you two to get the job done."

Leon nodded, a small smile on his face. "We couldn't have done it without your team's support," he replied.

Chris shook his head. "Nah, it was all you guys. You took down that organization single-handedly."

You smiled weakly, still feeling the effects of the battle. But hearing Chris's praise gave you a small boost of energy and pride. You and Leon had fought hard, and it was good to know that their efforts hadn't gone unnoticed.

As the helicopter lifted off the ground and began to fly back to base, you leaned against Leon's shoulder feeling safe and protected in his presence. You could see the exhaustion on his face before you closed your eyes, feeling grateful for the support of your team and the love of your husband; but he never let go of your hand, holding onto it tightly as if to make sure that you were still there. You knew that you were lucky to have someone like Leon by your side, someone who would always be there to protect and care for you no matter what.

As you and Leon returned home, battered and bruised, you couldn't help but feel grateful for each other's presence. This mission had been tough, but you both knew that you would always have each other's backs, no matter what.

As you and Leon returned home, battered and bruised, you couldn't help but feel grateful for each other's presence. This mission had been tough, but you both knew that you would always have each other's backs, no matter what.

Once you arrived home, you and Leon headed straight for the shower. The grime and sweat from the mission washed away, along with some of the physical and emotional scars. You stood under the warm water, letting it soothe your aching muscles while Leon washed your hair for you giving you a shower of kisses as he focused on what his hands were doing. The tender touch of his fingers on your scalp made you feel safe and loved.

After the shower, you both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but content. Leon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled up against his chest. You felt his steady heartbeat and listened to the sound of his breath as you admired the man you married, feeling grateful for his love and protection.

As you lay there, your head resting on Leon's chest, you couldn't help but think about all that you had been through together. The countless missions, the near-death experiences, and the constant danger that came with your line of work. But through it all, Leon had been by your side, a constant source of strength and support.

You traced the lines of his chest with your fingers, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. The sound of his heart beating was like a comforting rhythm, lulling you into a state of peacefulness. You closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of his embrace, feeling his arms tighten around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Leon would face them together, as a team. You had been through too much to ever doubt the strength of your bond, and you knew that with his love and protection, you could conquer anything.

The morning light shined through the windows, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around at your home, taking in the familiar surroundings. It was a small but cozy house, with a spacious living room, a well-equipped kitchen, and a bedroom with a comfortable bed that you and Leon shared.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but smile at the memories that filled the space. The photos on the walls captured moments from your life together, from the first day you met to the latest mission you had just completed. The bookshelves were filled with your favorite books, and the comfortable sofa where you were lying had been the site of many lazy Sunday afternoons spent watching movies.

You could hear the sound of Leon making breakfast in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon and eggs filled the air. It was a comforting smell that reminded you of home, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the life you and Leon had built together. You couldn't shake off the memories from the last mission. You gently reached to your side that had been stitched shut, the gauze rough underneath your finger tips.

As you got up from the couch, you made your way to the kitchen and hugged Leon from behind your chin resting between his shoulder blades, taking in the warmth of his body. He turned around and smiled at you, his eyes filled with love and affection.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Good morning," you replied, feeling grateful for the simple moments that made your life together so special. "You didn't wake me up either." You softly smile and look at him.

His dirty blonde hair had been pushed back behind his ear as he was cooking. His soft lips had been curled in the most breath taking smile he always wore when you two were alone. You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest as you gazed into his eyes. You watched as he turned back to the stove and continued cooking breakfast, humming a tune under his breath. You couldn't resist sneaking back up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

"What are you making?" you asked, inhaling the delicious smells emanating from the stove.

"Just some pancakes and bacon," he replied, glancing over his shoulder at you. "I figured we could have a nice breakfast together. Especially after that mission. You deserve it."

You felt your heart swell with happiness at his words. Leon always knew how to make even the simplest moments feel special. You watched as he expertly flipped the pancakes, his movements so fluid and effortless. You couldn't help but admire him. "So do you, my amazing life saver." You stood up on your tip toes to plant a loving kiss onto his forehead.

As you and Leon cooked breakfast together, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about the mission you had just completed, and how it felt to work together as a team. You also discussed your plans for the future, what you both wanted to do together.

As Leon cracked eggs into the pan, he teased you about your cooking skills, saying that he was the real chef in the house. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and laugh at his playful banter.

"Hey, I'll have you know I make a mean bowl of cereal," you joked back, playfully nudging his shoulder. "You should try it sometime." Your eyes glistened with joy as his laugh rung off the walls making your heart flutter like the first time you heard it.

Leon grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, "I love you, you know that right?"

You smiled up at him, "Of course I do. I love you too."

As he finished cooking, you both sat down at the table and dug into the food. The taste was amazing and you couldn't help but compliment Leon on his cooking skills. The conversation flowed easily between the two of you, with plenty of laughter and teasing. It was moments like these that made you grateful for the life you had built together.

After breakfast, you both cleaned up the kitchen together, joking and flirting as you did so. You couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, having found someone like Leon to share your life with. As you finished cleaning up the kitchen, Leon turned to you and asked, "What do you want to do today, beautiful? What exactly would you like?"

You smiled, knowing exactly what you wanted to do. "Let's go to the park," you said, excitedly. "It's such a beautiful day out, and I want to spend it with you."

Leon's face lit up, and he immediately began to get ready. You both changed into comfortable clothes and grabbed your sunglasses and sunscreen. Leon packed a picnic basket with your favorite snacks, and you made sure to bring a frisbee to play with.

As you made your way to the park, you held hands with Leon, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin and the sound of the birds singing. When you arrived, you found a quiet spot under a shady tree and laid out a blanket.

Leon opened the basket, revealing delicious sandwiches, fruit, and homemade cookies. You both ate and talked, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful scenery around you.

After the meal, you took out the frisbee and played for a while, laughing and chasing each other around. As the sun began to set, you lay down on the blanket, cuddling close to each other and watching the stars come out.

Leon's fingers traced lazy circles on your arm as you both sat in comfortable silence, basking in each other's company. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the park.

As the sky turned from orange to pink to purple, you felt Leon's hand find yours. You turned to him, and he met your gaze with a soft smile. Without saying a word, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips gentle and tender.

The kiss was filled with all the love and tenderness that had built up between you over the years. It was a reminder of how lucky you were to have each other, and of the deep bond that held you together.

As the kiss came to an end, you both sat back, smiling at each other. The cool breeze of the summer air brushes past the barely open spot between you both. "I love you," Leon said softly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with happiness. You knew that no matter what the future held, you and Leon would always have each other, and that was all that mattered.

As you packed up from your fun day at the park, you couldn't help but feel content and at peace. The warm glow of the street lamps created a cozy and inviting atmosphere as you walked hand in hand with Leon.

As you walked back home hand in hand, you felt grateful for the simple pleasures in life and for the person next to you who made them even more special. You took in the sights and sounds of the city, the distant sound of traffic and the occasional laugh of people walking by. It helped you forget the horrors you came back from. The city always left you in awe each time you came back home. You both shared stories and memories from the day, reliving the moments that made you laugh and smile.

As you reached your front door, Leon turned to you with a mischievous smile that made you giggle. "Wanna dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

You couldn't resist his playful charm, taking his hand and letting him lead you into a slow dance right there in the hallway. The world around you melted away as you swayed to the beat of a song that only you two could hear.

It was moments like these that made you grateful for Leon's love and companionship. The simple joy of dancing with him in the glow of the street lamps was a memory that you would cherish forever. Your smile never faded down. His smile growing wider as he takes in the way your hair falls over your shoulders, how your body always fit perfectly to his, how you could make him do anything you asked. You had him wrapped around your finger while you were wrapped around his. You two continued to dance as you made your way into your home. 

As you entered your home, you both were still swaying to the music in each others heads, unwilling to let the moment end. Leon wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "I love you so much, my darling."

You turned to face him, your eyes shining with love and affection. "I love you too, Leon. You make every moment so special," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "I never want this feeling to fade." You murmur to him.

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his hands cupping your face as he did so. You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. Your chest pressing against his as his hands hold your face as he deepens the kiss.

"I could dance with you forever," he said, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

You smiled, feeling grateful for his love and presence in your life. "Me too," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again.

As you both pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that no matter what life threw your way, you would always have each other to lean on. He twirled you around again and began looking at you with a sense of pride in his eyes. You giggle underneath his arm and spin, the soft light from the lamp on the coffee table casted a calming romantic glow over you. Making Leon's heart skip a beat.

Leon took your hand and led you to the couch, where he pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you snuggled into his chest. Your knees planted beside each of his thighs, feeling how muscular he was underneath you. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"I love you so much," he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you too," you replied, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his scent. It was addicting to you.

You both sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. But eventually, the need for food and drink became too strong, and you both made your way to the kitchen to fix some snacks.

As you nibbled on some crackers and cheese, Leon told you about his plans for the weekend. You listened intently, smiling at his enthusiasm and excitement. He asked for your input, and you happily gave it, feeling grateful for the way he always valued your opinion.

The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite show on Netflix and talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

"Did you see that plot twist coming?" Leon asked, turning to you with a grin. His voice hiding an excited chuckle that made you admire him more.

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "No way, I was totally caught off guard!"

"I know, right? That's what makes this show so great," he replied, snuggling closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "I'm glad you chose this show tonight." His words sound like a violin with how it played your heart.

You leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and content. "I'm so glad we decided to enjoy the day today," you said, turning your head to look up at him. "It felt refreshing.

"Me too," he said, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "I always enjoy spending time with you, no matter what we're doing."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love for him. "I feel the same way," you said, snuggling closer and resting your head on his chest.

As the show continued to play in the background, you both interlocked your lips together once more, his hand cradling the back of your neck as your hand runs down his toned chest.

The kiss deepened, both of you losing yourself in the sensation of being so close to each other. You broke the kiss, smiling up at Leon, and snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"Thank you for being here with me," you said softly.

"Always, my love," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You lay there for a while longer, content in each other's company. Eventually, you both got up to make a late dinner. You worked together seamlessly in the kitchen, Leon chopping vegetables while you cooked the pasta. The smell of the sauce simmering on the stove filled the room, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

As you sat down to eat, you both talked about your plans for the weekend. Leon suggested a hike in the nearby woods, and you eagerly agreed. You both loved spending time in nature and exploring new trails.

After dinner, you snuggled up on the couch again, this time with a book in hand. Leon had his arm around you, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as you read. It was moments like these that made you feel so grateful to have him in your life.

As the night wore on, you both began to feel sleepy. You got up to brush your teeth and change into your pajamas, and Leon followed suit. You climbed into bed, feeling the warmth of Leon's body against yours as he wrapped his arms around you.

The softness of the sheets embraced your skin as you sunk into the bed, feeling completely relaxed and at peace in Leon's embrace. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day slowly lifting off your shoulders as you snuggled up closer to him.

"You're so warm," you said, nuzzling your head into his chest.

He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, his voice laced with affection.

You both laid there in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's company and the comfort of being wrapped up in each other's arms.

"I love you," he said softly, his breath warm against your ear, his voice filled with tenderness.

You smiled, feeling your heart fill with warmth. "I love you too," you replied, feeling grateful for his love and presence in your life.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He kissed your forehead once more, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment before pulling away.

"Goodnight, baby," you replied, feeling so grateful for the simple joys of life that you shared with him. "I hope you sleep well." your voice trailed off as his snores slowly filled the comforting silence inside your bedroom. With his arms wrapped around you, you felt safe and loved, ready to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Your mind replays all of what you've done through out the day as your eyelids grew heavier. Leon's face never leaves your mind as you slowly drift off to sleep.

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Insert the most excited of squeals and embarrassing of happy dances to see the family reunion posted 🙌😍

I tried to do a little summary of my favourite bits as an usual, got a tad carried away, but you deserve all the hype so I didn't bother trying to shorten it anymore 😝😘

Oh I just LOVED it all! And it really had a bit of everything just to spoil us! Thankyou a million for continuing to share your creative talent 🫶

I loved seeing those interactions and bonding moments with his parents, like Ellen's observations and little check ins 🥹. Oh and how cute she was with all his cousins. The tide pool day was just so wholesome as all the fam was invested in it and/or seeing how in love Quinn is with her. Those small moments with Jack too, him asking about doing the same in Hawaii is actually so cute! The bit of banter we see between them throughout is so fun to see also!

Her sharing memories of her dad was such a beautiful little moment too 🥹. I appreciate how you incorporate her grief into alot of your snapshots. It's such a cruel part of life that Sarah, and yourself, has had to experience more than your share for being young 🫶🩷. It truly helps me to see it pop up throughout small daily tasks and these bigger events.

All of the older relatives observations of how good they are and how in love Quinn is, ahh just- swoon!

Quinn being as obsessed with her as we all know he is is so fun to read, poor man just wants to have his way with her aha! All the stolen little moments between them as they try to actually have eachother after such a time apart 🥹. Oh and then they finally do! 🔥🙈😍, boy it was getting hot in here 😅

I was abit scared to learn there was angst in this, like noooo, it's a happy time, don't be fighting. But it just fits so well and continues to show how mature and real your writing is. Their emotions are just so overwhelming and it's easy to take it out on those we love to avoid feeling the sadness. And leads to such a soft and just oh so perfect final sex scene for the trip.

So glad Jack finally came around and the little brother interaction as she leaves was just so cuteeee. Jack is right, this suprise is going to be epic 😝🩷

Five Days of Joy

You're too good to me, my lovely Alora!

For the sake of not taking over your feed, I've responded to everything below:

I wrote that scene with the tide pools in about 15 minutes, and it all just fell together so well. I love that we get to see Sarah really in her element there.

I LOVE the banter that's developing between Sarah and Jack as they get a little more comfortable with each other. When they're in Hawaii, they'll develop a more emotional connection, which will help to solidify their relationship even more. Jack will finally have an older sister he can go to for advice, which I think is something he's always wanted, but never knew.

I think it's important to show how grief, or any other kind of trauma, pops up again and again in our lives. It would be really nice if we only had to deal with it once, and then it was done, but unfortunately, that's not how life goes. Sometimes, someone says something and it just triggers that response, and there's nothing you can do about it but ride the wave of emotion. I think it's important to show those things normalized in fiction. It somehow gives me permission to feel and do when I see someone else feel and do. Does that make sense?

I felt kind of bad making Quinn wait so long for what he wanted. I really wanted them to have sex in the car, and for it to be rather desperate, which meant I had to find ways to stop them from being together. I kept having to find new obstacles. They originally had this really intense quicky on the drive home, but I cut it, ultimately feeling like it cheapened the story and it didn't fit with the timeline I was building. If you want to read it, let me know.

The angst was kind of weird. I said this before, but I planned for the 5th day to be really simple, and then all of a sudden, Quinn was sad and angry and picking a fight. I love that sex scene. I think it's my favorite that I've ever written.

I'm so excited to get to the surprise and for Quinn to freak out in Hawaii!

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 12: Riding To Freedom

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

Raining Hellfire: Season Four

Word Count: 3333 words (the way i laughed when i saw the word count)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, wounds, blood, vecna's curse

[A/N: i'm not making this steve or eddie thing any easier, i'll admit.]

Riding To Freedom

“Y/n?”

You awake with a groan, moving to rest your hand on your stomach before someone else carefully moves it away.

Blinking your eyes open, you settle on messy hair, layered to frame big brown doe-like eyes. The familiar glint of silver shone on the hand that held yours and you take a breath, frowning.

“Eddie?”

“Hey.” He smiles, dimples denting his cheeks, eyes searching yours. “You, uh... we almost lost you there.”

It’s not until you try and move that it all rushes back to you.

“Oh. Yeah.” You wince but Eddie places his hand on your back, helping you sit up. Your stomach was covered in white and black material, a flash of red painted on but that could just be blood. “How long was I…”

“Couple of minutes.” Eddie says, trying to keep his smile but you notice it keeps faltering. “We, um… we heard from Dustin. In the walls or some shit.”

“Yeah, it’s like an echo of our world can be heard here. Happened when Will was missing too.” You clear your throat, looking around and noticing the other three were crouched by Dustin’s bed, staring at nothing. “Not to sound paranoid but… are they good?”

“Oh, them?” Eddie glances over, “They’re waiting for some weird glowing lights to appear.”

You raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

“You mean that didn’t make you any less paranoid?” He jokes and you smile at him. There’s a sweet moment between you both before he coughs, a deep set frown on his face.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I had no idea.” He mutters and you shake your head.

“What-”

“All of this.” Eddie gestures around the room but you knew he was talking about the alternate world in general. “That you’ve been dealing with this shit since I met you. It’s… it’s fucking terrifying if I’m being honest.”

“We’re getting out of here.” You comfort, tilting your head so his eyes move to yours. “We just need to find another gate.”

“Right.” He nods, thin lipped. “As easy as that.”

...seeing this?

You whip your head around once the voice called out, panic attacking your chest as you tense up. Eddie quickly places both hands on your shoulders, turning you back.

“Don’t worry, don’t- I heard it too.” He reassures and you sigh, looking to the others just as a soft glow of light illuminated in front of them. Eddie’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”

Not moving… unplug it. Stand by.

Nancy’s hand retracts from where she had been waving her fingers through the sparkles and you watch as the light fades.

You look to Eddie and he immediately acts, straightening to help you stand and move over to where the others are.

Robin shuffles over once she sees you, leaving you situated between her and Eddie. Her hand finds yours and gently squeezes, a smile woven into her face as you sigh.

...Try it now…

“Okay.” Nancy says, looking as if she was buffering. “Um…”

She drifts her head towards you and shrugs, not knowing what to do. Instead, you move forward slightly, trying to remember where the light was before and you tentatively reach your hand out, ignoring the small cuts and scratches covering the skin.

You draw a line down, your finger tingling at the sensation, and it appears to work. Dustin’s laughter echoes around you and you continue, drawing line after line until you formed a single word.

‘Hi’.

You wait in silence until his voice came back, cheery.

That worked!

“Yes!” Steve yells out as you all celebrate, looking to eachother with bright smiles.

“Hi!” Eddie repeats, joy overflowing and you laugh as he side hugs you.

“Okay, what now?” You ask, you and Nancy sharing a look.

She points to the space and you nod, watching as she begins spelling out another word, broken by the restraint of the light. ‘Stu-ck’.

Stuck

You clearly hear Erica’s voice now and you smile.

Can’t… back… Watergate?

“What the hell’s Watergate?” Steve frowns and you hide a smirk.

“Cause it’s in water and it’s a gate.” Robin explains half-heartedly, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Oh.” Steve says and Eddie tilts his head.

“That’s cute.” Eddie comments, smiling in confusion as you look to him with a small frown. “What?”

“Watergate?” You look around at the blank stares, Nancy too busy concentrating to help you. “Okay, never mind.”

Nancy frowns. “Uh, okay… it’s…”

‘Guar-ded’. Your breath hitches and you look at Steve, his own eyes already on yours with a feared look on his face.

Both of you bore scars now, Steve more so. Guilt hit you like a brick when you remembered how you left him on his own. And, as you look down, you realise the yellow jumper was still wrapped around you, slightly lower as if someone had pulled it down to access your wound.

We think…have a theory… help with that.

“Genius child.” Robin mutters and you nod along. Dustin really was a genius.

We...Watergate isn’t….only gate… another… murder site…

“Anyone have any idea what he’s talking about?” Nancy asks and everyone shakes their head.

“A gate opens every time Vecna murders someone?” You mumble to yourself and they all look at you. “Uh… or not. I don’t know. Okay, just-”

You lean forward and draw a quick question mark into the light.

Seriously? How many… do I… right… the money… beforeyouguysjusttrustme?

You raise your eyebrows at his outburst, quickly drawing back your finger and holding it as if it had been bad.

“Jesus Christ, this kid’s gotta get his ego in check.” Steve sighs.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie leans forward, looking at him.

“I know.” Steve nods, pointing at you. “This one’s fault.”

“Hey, I am not responsible for that monster.” You raise your hands in offence.

“Her fault.” Steve mouths at Eddie and you punch his shoulder, making him gasp.

“Okay.” Nancy interjects, “I think Y/n was right the first time.”

“Ah, see?” You nod at Steve and Eddie, raising your chin, “If Dustin got anything from me, it was brains.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a smirk while Eddie tilts his head, nodding at the thought.

“So… So how far is your trailer?” Nancy asks the boy next to her.

“Seven miles.” Eddie immediately responds and the others lean back in recoil at how quickly he knew that. “Uh… I had to… come up here a few times. A lot, actually.”

Heads turn to look at you and you feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Robin winces in embarrassment for you, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking over at Nancy. “Nancy? Uh, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but… haven’t you always had bikes?”

“The kids.” You nod at Nancy when she thinks it through. “Plus two more bikes at mine.”

“Three, actually.” Eddie says casually and you look back at him, his cheeks suddenly burning red instead. “You know, cause… okay, let’s go get these bikes.”

He stands up, clapping his hands together and after a moment you all join him, a plan set in your minds.

The ride was as you expected it to be; painful.

Every muscle in your body ached as you powered through, pedalling to keep up with the others. The last thing you’d want is to keep anyone behind.

The street was way too familiar for your liking, a darker version of the road you had biked down in ‘83.

You weren’t expecting a speed chase with the party when you woke up. It was killing your legs and seemingly almost killing children when you all biked though a small playground, Dustin yelling at them to move.

“Lucas!” You breathed as the boy appeared next to you and you all came to a quick halt. This all would have been avoided if I just had a damn car, you thought, clutching your side.

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think we lost them.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Dustin, you’re gonna jinx-” Your warning was interrupted with the sounds of tires screeching towards you. “Move!”

“Go, go, go, go, go!”

“Shit!” You yelled as a van drove towards you all.

With the vans closing in and Dustin screaming, you barely noticed El draw her focus onto the van in front of you. Before you knew it, the van suddenly flipped into the air and landing just behind you to block the others. The impact caused your bike to wobble but you remained upright, pushing on further.

You half expected El and the boys to show up beside you, yelling about men from the lab. You wondered if you’d ever see El again.

There’s a shiver of goosebumps along your skin and you look around, noticing everyone else look uneasy too. Out in the distance, you could see the Creel House through the trees, looking even more haunting than you thought possible.

A chill down your spine and you tense slightly, allowing your bike to carry you without your help. Glancing behind you, you notice a flickering street lamp, a demobat perched just on top, watching.

Fear struck your nerves. Vecna knew.

By the time you made it to Eddie’s, your legs were screaming for rest. The sky was storming red and you all dumped your bikes. You stand, bent over with your hands on your knees as you tried to catch a breath. The scratches on your chest were stinging from the cold air, the bandages bleeding through.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record.” Robin pants, walking backwards towards the trailer, “Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally.”

Next to you, Steve jumps off his bike, stretching before walking over to help you.

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” He says, coughing. You offer a sympathetic smile, walking with him. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

“Wait until you smell Demogorgon breath.” You comment and he raises an eyebrow, letting out another cough as you step into the trailer.

It was strange. You hadn’t been in Eddie’s home for 2 years now, and yet you could have easily made yourself at home if it were the real place. You’d walk straight over to where Wayne kept the mugs, tracing your fingers over the small doodles Eddie had drawn on the counter surface. Then, you would delicately pick up the trail of DnD campaign papers he had scattered all over the place, joining him in his room and fiddling with his guitar pick collection. You really had loved it here.

And, as you look to him now, you knew Eddie was reminiscing the same things.

Despite the vines and general black muck spread over the place, that wasn’t really the big difference between the Upside Down’s version of Eddie’s trailer to Hawkins’ own.

No, it would have to be the gaping red slit in the ceiling, humming to life as it shone crimson into the dark night.

“This is where Chrissy died.” Eddie says and, when you look to him, he bore a look you’ve worn many times. “Like, right where she died.”

You brush your hand against his and he relaxes his shoulders, eyes still fixated on the gate above you.

“I think there’s something in there.” Robin shares and when you look closely, you can see something moving against the membrane.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie mumbles as you all stare up, something long and thin cutting through the slime.

It suddenly pierces through, pieces of the gate splattering on the ground and you all jump back, Eddie’s hand immediately grabbing hold of yours as everyone yelps.

Steve is the first to move forward, everyone else shuffling along with him to see what was waiting for you on the other side.

As you stood directly below, your heart burst with happiness.

Dustin stared back at you, laughing a joyful melody. Behind him were Erica and Lucas, their smiles just as bright as they rejoiced finding you all.

And Max stood in view, her eyes lighting up once she found yours, sending you a small wave.

“Hi there.” Dustin laughed and you all replied with quick ‘hello’s’.

Looking to eachother, you all felt the hope that radiated from eachother. Robin looks at you, squeezing your shoulder before her eyes caught sight of something else. She simply raises her eyebrows, smile never faltering. It’s not until you share a look with Eddie that you remembered you were still holding his hand.

“Sorry.” You both mumbled, dropping the contact and clearing your throats.

“Holy shit, this is trippy.” Robin comments.

“Bada-bada-boom!” Dustin yells and you laugh.

“God, I wish this was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” You sigh happily, brain trying to understand how the gravity was working here.

“There’s been weirder stuff?” Eddie questions and Steve hums in response.

“Oh yeah.” He nods, “Like, we got kidnapped by Russians last year.”

“And they had this whole ass lab beneath the mall.” Robin adds and you snort.

“Don’t forget about the monster we had fought that was made out of human flesh.” You say and they both let out sounds of remembrance.

Eddie’s eyes widen. “What?”

“Not to mention that was all one day.” You frown and tilt your head, glancing at Steve who was sharing the same look. The look of ‘how the hell is this our life?’.

“Noted.” Eddie breathes out.

“Okay.” Max’s voice calls out and you look back up, watching as the others disperse. “We think we have a plan, just hold on.”

She disappears too and you let out a sigh, waiting.

“So…” You start and they all look at you, “How has everyone’s day been?”

They all let out small chuckles and Nancy clears her throat.

“Well I had a great night swim.” She says and you smile, the humour masking the terrors of your night.

“Fought off some bats.” Robin points out and Nancy nods.

“Steve had an Ozzy moment.” Eddie nudges your shoulder and you furrow your brows. He allowed you to think it through until you let out a small gasp.

“You bit a bat’s head off?” You gawk at Steve who looks at you, exasperated.

“How the hell did you-” He glances between you and Eddie, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

“What about you?” Robin asks and you look confused. “What did you get up to while we were, uh, bat-fighting?”

“Uh…” You purse your lips, unsure of what to share. “I woke up in the middle of the woods. Ended up at the graveyard. FoughtaDemogorgon. And then I found you guys-”

“WHAT?!” They all exclaimed, eyes wide with concern written across their faces.

Steve’s eyes fell onto the slices below your neck, it all piecing together in his mind.

Saved by the thump of something heavy above you, everyone looked up to see Eddie’s mattress had been dragged out and placed directly under the gate. You froze as you looked at the mattress.

“Those stains are, uh…” Eddie begins, side-glancing at everyone as you stayed silent. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Mmm.” Robin nods slowly, squinting as Nancy shivers beside her. “I bet Y/n has memory loss too.”

Beetroot red. That is what you assumed the colour of your face had turned since everyone was now staring at you. You sent a glare to Robin who was stifling a laugh.

“Anyway.” You clear your throat. “Dustin? What’s the plan here?”

“Just a second.” He replies, coming into view with a rope made up of various sheets tied together. “Not quite sure how these physics are gonna work. But, uh… here goes nothing.”

He launches the rope through the gate and Steve pulls you back just in time, it barely missing your head.

“Thanks.” You say before your eyes widen.

The rope was somehow floating between worlds, Dustin hands still firm on his end of the material.

“And if my theory is correct…” Dustin lets go and sure enough, it stays. “Abracadabra. All right, pull on it! See if it holds!”

Since Robin was closest, she grabbed hold and tugged as hard as she could. It didn’t budge.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” Erica says, sharing a high-five with Dustin, “And I’ve seen some crazy shit.”

“Just casually defying gravity.” You mutter and Eddie smirks.

“Does it beat human flesh monster?” He questions, leaning towards you and you pretend to think about it.

“It’s definitely top three.” You decide and he grins.

“Okay, come on. Let’s get out of here.” Steve suddenly says and when you look over, he’s avoiding your eyes and looking at Robin instead.

“Guess I’m the guinea pig.” She shrugs. She reaches up and starts to pull herself up the rope.

When she slips slightly, you step forward and help her, hand on the back of her thigh.

“Whew.” Robin glances back at you with a cheeky grin. “Take me to dinner first.”

“Is that a request?” You return a smile and she continues her ascent, reaching the gate.

Once she pushes herself through, she seems to flip and immediately falls, landing on her back with a yelp. Thankfully, the mattress broke the landing and you stare up at her with a wince.

“You good?” You ask and she lets out a breathy laugh.

“That was fun.” She replies and Dustin helps her up from the landing pad.

“Who’s next?” Nancy asks, looking at everyone and you settle your eyes on Eddie.

He sends you a frown and you simply move your head towards the rope.

“All right, guess I’ll go.” He says and you move back to let him climb out of the gate.

He crashes onto the matt and you hold your breath until he bounces back up, nodding. “That… was fun. Shit.”

Steve chuckles at the display before glancing between you and Nancy, something unreadable on his face.

“See you on the other side.” He settles on Nancy stepping back and you do the same.

“On the other side.” She repeats to herself before looking to you. “Are you sure-”

“Go.” You laugh, shoving her lightly.

She grabs onto the rope and Steve shuffles around to join you, lowering his head.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Your smile falters as the grandfather clock echoes in your mind. Something was wrong.

“Hey, uh, are you okay to…” He waves his hand towards the gate and you smile, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sigh, “Besides I only got bitten by one bat, really. You got the family discount.”

Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair. “I’d rather it be me than you.”

You start to fiddle with your clothes, unsure how to answer until your hands brush over familiar material. “Oh.”

Steve frowns and looks to where you’re staring, eyebrows raising. “Is that my jumper?”

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh, untying it and holding it out in front of you. You wince once you see just how red the yellow jumper had gotten. “Uh…”

You look at Steve who was trying to stifle a laugh.

He catches your eye and holds up his hands. “Sorry, I just- I wasn’t expecting the new colour.”

“Hey, you said to keep it safe, you said nothing about returning it in the same condition you left it.” You laugh despite everything and Steve chuckles.

“That’s true. I should really be more specific about my instructions next time.”

You go to respond before your eyes catch Nancy still stood at the bottom of the rope and you frown. “Nance? You can go, seriously, we’re big kids now.”

She doesn’t respond and Steve walks over. “Seriously, we-”

His face drops and he immediately grabs onto her shoulders, shaking.

“Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Nancy!”

You stumble back, your chest tightening and the jumper in your hand falls to the ground. You didn’t need to see her face to know what was happening.

Vecna had found another victim.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Chapter 13: Maybe We Are Crazy ->

[A/N: i really don't think y'all are ready for the next chapter...]

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[dolls-shoppe]

And so it begins.

The first of many audios in a series of Empty Space comfort ASMR. Here's to new beginnings. Transcript Below:

[Wind-up Key start up sound] [Grandfather clock ticking begins in the background and persists] {Gentle sigh} Hello there, little one. I'm tasked with tending to your repairs for the day. You seem hesitant, is there something on your mind? I wouldn't want to begin while you're uneasy. {Soft, deep chuckle} I understand more than you know, I assure you. Though, I doubt one would just abandon you in the careful hands of another if they didn't love you. In my opinion.. some of the most well loved toys are worse for wear. When things like yourself are delivered to a place like this, that's because you are loved in such a way that every moment is precious. Your presence means so much, being able to prolong the time you'll share is worth a bit of time apart. {Approving hum} Now, I know you're anxious to get back to your home. Are you ready for me to look over you? How darling. Alright, let's get you set up here. {Another chuckle} You're in luck, there's only minor damage to your frame— Oh, don't misunderstand my earlier comments. Little things like you can be loved and whole all the same. You don't have to be broken or scarred, chewed up, mangled or missing pieces to have felt love. Here, let me see your arm. Interesting.. Hm? Ah, after how wary you were earlier, I didn't think you would be so obedient. I suppose I should expect as much given the marks you have. {Chuckle} Why the look? I've seen my fair share of all sorts of mishaps, this is nothing new. Especially for a doll of your purpose. Heh. Yes, yes. I was provided with some.. notes.. about your care. They have some special things in store for you. Worry not, you're in good hands. It wouldn't do to have such a unique gift repaired in a random store. No, this shoppe was founded with things like us in mind. Suprised? I don't see how, it's only right that we tend to eachother in times of need. Or.. in times when our makers are busy. Now, may I see your other arm? Good.. Turn, just a touch. Perfect. You've done well, keep this up and I'm sure they'll be proud of you. Bare with me for a moment, this may be cold to the touch. How does that feel? Not terrible? I'll keep that in mind for next time. Of course there will be a next time, our shoppe isn't usually a one time experience. Many visitors and walk ins have become regular clients, some have even grown close to my maker. Have I found a friend in the clientele? Hm.. I wouldn't know, those relationships are left to the others. I focus on the task at hand. Today, my task is you. I can't say whether its outside of my capacity, just that it's outside of my focus. My time per client is precious, and I value each one of you highly.. Thoughts beyond that are.. distracting. You need not apologize to me, It's alright. Feelings are a complicated thing for many others. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm no different. For this next part, I'll need you to relax and remain perfectly still. Don't worry, we're nearly done. Breathe in.. One.. Two.. Three.. Breathe out.. One.. Two.. Three.. Do that again for me. {Softly} In.. Two.. Out.. Two.. Good, good. That's the last of your repair. Let me help you up. Are you feeling as wonderful as you look? {Soft chuckle} I'm glad. Please, give our compliments to your maker. You've been a joy to meet.

[hayatoseyepatch]

Sam!!! Congrats on the milestone again, this is so exciting! I hope you’ve been enjoying your time on the blr writing and interacting because you are a joy 💚

So matchups, hm? I’m curious about a match from either wbk OR tokyo rev (just one, and you choose!) just whatever comes to your head first 😅

She/they pronouns, an introvert disguised as an extrovert I think. I can be super outgoing, but it drains me, and my idea of a fun time is definitely sitting at home with my favorite coloring app and Law&Order: SVU. I usually have music playing at any given time, and my top artists are Hozier and Sleep Token. I wear a lot of leggings and hoodies and depending on how cool I wanna look I’m either in my Birks or Docs lol. When I’m not being a homebody, I like bookstores, dungeons and dragons, and concerts. Oh, and I don’t want kids, like, at all. So my partner has to be okay with that.

My favorite tropes are friends to lovers and Coffeeshop AUs (also a big fan of Only One Bed cause who isn’t?)

I like guys taller than me (not hard since I’m 5’2” lol) who have a darker aesthetic. Gotta be smart, usually very serious on the outside with a goofy side that not everyone sees. I admire people with hobbies, something they’re really passionate about.

My favorites from wbk are hiragi (obviously), ume, togame, and arima, and my faves from Tokyo rev are akkun, takemichi, mitsuya, and kisaki.

I don’t really have any characters that I loathe from either fandom, though I can’t see myself ever being with someone who’s, like, super crazy peppy and outgoing all the time.

Again, just pick either fandom! I figured I’d give you options cause I have a lot of love for both series 💚 congrats again!

Melonnn!! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡♡ Thank you so much for your kind words and for participating! You're literally so sweet and I’m so lucky to be moots with such an angel ♡ On to your matchup my love!

I Match you up with Toma Hiragi from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Come on now I cant be expected not to appreciate the actual best couple in the entire world. Satoru Nii and me are besties we literally just got off the phone and he was like “Yeah ofc RagiMel is canon.” I just think you guys are such a good match for eachother. Your personalities just suit each other so well. I am a firm supporter of things are boring if you are the exact same personality wise and I feel like your differences and similarities attract you to one another.

⤜♡→ Hiragi would much rather sit at home with you, his head perched on your lap as you explain the plot to one of your shows to him. Is he a little worried you’d be able to dispose of his boy too well with the amount of Law and Order episodes you both have binged? Sure. But its always nice to keep them on their toes, yk?

⤜♡→ Hiragi was the first to confess, but he took his sweet time doing it, poor man was so nervous. He was more than ready to take out Umemiya for not so subtly pointing out his (very obvious) crush on you. I feel like he isn’t the best at hiding his feelings. Being openly stern and even aggressive with the others but always kind and gentle when it came to you. His favoritism was just so blatantly obvious.

⤜♡→ This may be a hot take but I feel like Hiragi is more than okay with not having kids. I know a lot of people look at him and are like “ahh, yeah he’s totally a guy who wants a family.” But hear me out here. Hiragi has had his fair share of being an older brother almost fatherly figure to those like Sako, Kaji, and Sakura. He’s done his fair share and he is more than happy to just spend the rest of his life loving you and maybe even getting a pet or two. Your love is more than enough for him. You and Bofurin are his family, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

He pulls over into a clearing putting the car in park, getting out to properly set up the bed of the truck with pillows and blankets, humming to himself. He approaches our door after a moment opening it and offering you his hand, helping you out of the vehicle and walking you to the back. Grinning he allows his large hands to cup your waist, leaning down to slot his lips against yours. It didn’t matter how long you had both been together, every time kissing Hiragi felt like the first time. The all-encompassing love he slipped into every kiss still had you weak in the knees. Pulling away from you, he looks into your eyes, his own soft and lidded with adoration. Pressing his forehead against your own, his breaths fanning your face as he speaks. “I love you darling, more than you could ever possibly know.” With one more love-stricken smile he lifts you, helping you into the bed of the truck. Climbing in after you he settles you both against the blankets, lying down next to you.

He hums in contentment as you lie your head against his chest. He had taken you here many times before, the calm of the area where you could both just enjoy each others presence while looking up at the night sky, gazing at the array of stars. He craved these moments with you, where it was just the two of you, where nothing else mattered but holding you in his arms. He smiles, arms squeezing you tightly to him, smile adorning his features. One hand carding his fingers through your hair. “We haven’t been able to come here in a while, we have so many good memories here.” He hums, pulling you closer to him, recalling the very first time he brought you here. “This is where I told you I loved you for the first time, remember?”

His heart soars when he hears you laugh, recalling the memory, him taking his medicine to qualm his aching stomach from nerves. The way he felt as if his face would melt with the heat from his red cheeks. His words came out nervously, surging in to capture your lips with his own when you reciprocated his confession. His teeth clashing with your own in the kiss, so much so that he had punctured your lip. “How could I forget?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, his smile aimed at you once more. As he felt the weight of the velvet box that weighed down his pocket, he just hoped you could make yet another memory in your special place.

[talisidekick]

My life is on Tumblr. Not all of it, but enough. Why? Because I finally broke out of the illusion I made for myself growing up. I felt like a monster because thats how I was told to feel for feeling what I felt, and so I lied to myself until I believed I didn't feel the things I did. It was a self-made, bunker thick, mysoginistic and misandristic shell of toxicity that made me miserable for the purposes of others convenience in upholding a fantasy world of simplicity. Upon rediscovering truth and having to face all I'd lost in making unappreciated sacrifices, I started to learn how to reclaim and rebuild myself. I want to show people it's okay to be yourself. That being transgender doesn't make you inherently evil. That I, at the end of today, am human, a person, like any of you.

I've shared my thoughts, my frustrations, some of my joys, my hardships. I've made statement pieces, analysis, and even science posts. I've, on occasion, written papers on here with citations/links to my sources. I've put a sizeable amount of time and energy into letting everyone on this site into my life in some small way to combat the idolization and demonization political actors on the local, provinicial/state/territorial, national, and global stage are doing to transgender people. Because the term "transgender" is not synonymous, a thesaurical equivalent, or a replacement for the words "predator", "pedophile", "rapist", "adulterer", "monster", "assaulter", "victim", or "survivor" to name a few. It means "to identify as any gender other than the one assigned at birth". Thats it. Someone could literally decide "I'm just not the gender the doctor said I was" or "I'm not just what the doctor said I was" or " I'm just me" and that's enough. Those are people you know, love, talked to, interact with, laughed with, but maybe also argued with, had a heated discussion with, fought with, or got mad at in traffic for not using a turn signal to change lanes (we've all done it by mistake). Transgender people are just people. Capable of making mistakes, helping others, needing help, and fucking up like everyone else. We all make bad calls, and stupid decisions. We learn, we correct, we hold eachother accountable.

Logging in today to see a long-standing transgender persons blog getting nuked for the either the stupidest idle threat ever made (or so thats the official reason by the Tumblr CEO) or for simply being transgender (as other and numerous members of the public claim) has made me personally a bit wary. The way I see it, it's both. An idle threat was made to a Tumblr executive and because of the prejudice thats become common place world wide, Tumblrs CEO felt vindicated in going to the excessive lengths of full account deactivation on a transgender persons blog. It's absolutely expected to have a zero-tolerance policy on issuing threats, especially to staff. It's not okay in an online forum of supposed neutrality to utterly silence a person completely without fair warning of a Terms of Service failure and a chance to remove, redact, or re-edit a response. We ALL get heated, even myself, and do stupid things in a reactionary moment of passion. What the issue here is, is the disproportionate response. Given I and numerous other transgender people have recieved threats, those on our very lives in fact, which have gone completely ignored, why is there suddenly a zero-tolerance immediate ban policy on a threat that was, in comparison, the kind of insult you'd expect from a grumpy five-year-old?

I see why this is blowing up, because it's a clear display of power privilege. And rather than going through the established review path, as far as anyone can tell, this was a direct response. This sends, whether intentional or not, a clear message: if you're transgender, you're on thin ice here. And it's not just transgender people and queer and cisgender allies who are getting the message. The transphobes, the so called 'gender critical' crowd, the terfs, are seeing it too. That is why I'm calling for Predesterone's account, all associate blogs, be reinstantiated.

The constant misgendering, libel, misinformation, verbal violence, abuse, and conjecture transgender people of all identities face on this site without any reprocussion to those responsible has, for a long while, helped set a clear standard that users of this platform are afforded the privilege of a degree of disrespect towards marginalized groups and minorities. Ableists attack the disabled and neurodivergent, Nazi's attack Jews, Transphobes attack Transgender people, homophobes attack the gays, lesbians, and bisexuals, and racists attack people of colour with -very- little the victims of such hate can do to make it stop. The bigots know this. And this ... this is going to make it worse. Bigots are going to try and instigate harsh responses from minority groups with the intent of forcing queer people and other minority groups off Tumblr. It has already begun in the reblogs of several posts like this one directed at transgender people. Predestrogen is already getting misgendered and disrespected outside the scope of the issue. Conjecture is already being made enmasse.

I'm on Tumblr because Reddit and Twitter were too unsafe. I'm not on any other blogging sites because Tumblr has, for the moment, a supportive queer community. That can change, given this whole situation has been done in such a way that it's being interpreted on all sides as an attack on transgender people.

Tumblr has no obligation to listen to me or others, but Tumblr has always struggled to get by, and I have to ask: is one persons dumb 'threat' really the spark you want to make to get people to leave. Is becoming a truly unprofitable cesspit and hate-haven like Twitter what's desired? Because this is the exact kind of rallying cry to make if you do.

I'm adding my voice to this. Bring back predesterone, this response is out of proportion. No, the CEO does not deserve to be threatened to have hammers thrown at his car until it explodes, or whatever. The point has been made: DO NOT THREATEN TUMBLR STAFF. But neither does a long-standing account deserve to be wiped off the face of Tumblr permanently for a blog post that is so benign compared to what the average transgender site user has to deal with on a regular basis with no recourse. Someone threatened to actually shoot me, kill me, if I was walking down the sidewalk and they saw me, and that post is still up and so is the account despite being reported. It's been 2-3 months or more. If I'm expected to stomach that, you can stomach someone saying they'll throw hammers at your car from a person who in all likelyhood is paying so much into transition she can't afford to buy one tiny kids-sized hammer. The person who threatened me actually openly admits to already owning guns.

[mexican-sin]

Dear Kali,

from the moment our paths first crossed, my life has taken on a lightness that I had never known before. Every conversation with you, every shared glimpse, and every moment spent in your presence has woven a tapestry of emotions that I find myself helplessly captivated by. Your laughter is a melody that I cherish, a tune that plays in my heart even when we are apart. Your kindness, your strength, and the way you see the world with such wonder and grace. You have a way of making the ordinary seem extraordinary, and for that, I am eternally grateful. When I look into your eyes, I see a future filled with endless possibilities. Your presence brings a warmth that envelops my soul, and your love is a light that guides me through even the darkest of my days. Kaliya, you are my muse, my confidante, and my greatest joy. With you, I am the best version of myself. I promise to stand by you, to support you, and to cherish you with all my heart. I know i‘m not perfect and i do a lots of mistakes but for you i‘ll do everything. Let us continue to create beautiful memories together, to share in each other's dreams and to build a life with all the love we share for eachother. You are my everything, and I am eternally yours @spicydesire.

With all my love,

Ardian