#where do you go to dream? ; leah woods

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FAMILY CONNECTIONS: Rufus & Leah

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How The Other Half Live

summary: a trip and some news

warnings: a smidge o’ angst i’m afraid

a/n: the upper class is back by unpopular demand

word count: 1.3k

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“A private jet?”

“That’s right”

“Just the two of us?”

“And the staff, of course. But essentially, yes, just us. Is that okay? I assumed you’ve been on a private jet before?”

“Yeah, I have. But with the team. Never for, you know, leisure.”

“Well, consider this like that, just without the team. And solely for leisure”

“Right. Yeah, practically the same thing,” Leah teases and you roll your eyes before grabbing her hand and leading her across the tarmac.

As you step onto the plush interior of the aircraft, Leah’s eyes widen in amazement at the luxury surrounding her. The soft leather seats, polished wood accents, and subtle lighting creating an atmosphere of elegance and comfort that she could only dream of experiencing.

“This is incredible,” Leah murmurs, her voice filled with awe as she takes it all in. “I can’t believe you own this. Mental”

You smile at her wonderment, feeling a sense of pride at being able to provide her with such an experience. “I’m glad you like it,” you reply, guiding her towards the seating area. “I thought it’d be good to dust her off. Have her take us on a little getaway”

Leah’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she settles into the seat beside you. “Thank you,” she says, then kisses the corner of your mouth. “It’s been ages since we had some time to ourselves”

As you make yourselves comfortable, a member of the cabin crew approaches with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Would you care for some champagne to start your journey?” she asks with a smile.

You exchange a glance with Leah before nodding in agreement. “That sounds perfect, thank you Julia,” you reply graciously as she pours each of you a glass.

Leah takes a sip of her champagne, savoring the crisp taste as she gazes out of the window at the runway below. “So, are you going to actually tell me where we’re going?” she asks. “Or am I supposed to guess based on what body of water I think we’re flying over?”

You lean back in your seat, adopting an air of casual indifference. “Have you ever been to Santorini?” you ask casually as you take a sip from your own glass.

Leah’s eyes widen in surprise. “Santorini?” she repeats, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

You shrug nonchalantly, feigning innocence. “Just asking,” you reply with a smirk. “But I suppose I’ll keep that in mind for next time”

“Y/N!,” she says as she kicks you under the table.

“Okay!” You submit, unable to contain your excitement any longer you never were good with surprises. “I thought we could get lost in the Amalfi Coast for a few days,” you explain. “Relax by the beach, explore the coastal towns, eat our body weight in pasta. The basics”

Leah’s eyes light up at the mention of Italy, her mind already racing with visions of sun-drenched days and romantic evenings.

“I’m hoping you being uncharacteristically silent means I’ve done good?”

“I love pasta, so much”

Your heart melts at her innocence. You can’t wait to show her the world. “Come here”

She turns her head to look at you. “I’m right here”

But all you do is pat your thigh, a simple instruction she doesn’t question, before she clambers over the armrest and settles comfortably in your lap.

“Hey” you whisper, your voice quiet as you lean in to brush your lips against hers.

Leah smiles against your kiss, her eyes fluttering closed in contentment. “Hey back”

You cup her cheek, your thumb brushing against her skin tenderly. “I love you,” you say softly, your heart overflowing with emotion.

Leah’s gaze meets yours, her eyes shining with affection. “I love you too”

In that moment, as you sit together in the quiet embrace of the airplane cabin, surrounded by nothing but love and warmth, you know that you have found your home in each other’s arms. And as you hold Leah close, you silently vow to cherish every moment, every kiss, and every whispered ‘I love you’ for eternity.

The gentle hum of the plane’s engines fills the air, lulling you both into a peaceful trance as you bask in each other’s presence. But amidst the tranquility, there’s something weighing on your mind, something you’ve been wanting to share with Leah for a while now.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage and speak up. “Leah, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you say, your voice soft but steady.

Leah looks up at you, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?” she asks, her voice filled with warmth.

“I’ve got to go away. My family has a charity in Africa that requires our attention. Well, my attention”

Leah’s smile fades slightly as she processes your words. “Africa?” she repeats, her voice tinged with surprise. “How long will you be gone?”

You swallow hard, feeling a pang of guilt for not discussing this with her sooner. “About a month,” you admit, your voice heavy with regret. “Maybe less if the schedule allows”

Leah’s brows furrow in concern, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. “A month,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper. “That’s quite a long time”

You nod, a knot forming in your stomach at the thought of being away from her for so long. “I know it’s not ideal. But it’s made me realise something”

Leah looks away and you know it’s because she doesn’t want you to see her cry.

“Hey, look at me. Please Leah”

She does and her eyes are frosted with tears.

“You know how much you mean to me, right?” you begin, your heart pounding in your chest. “And how much I love having you around, sharing all these moments together?”

Leah nods despite the wobble of her chin.

“Well I’ve been thinking a lot about our future lately,” you continue, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

Her eyes find yours. A flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for her reaction. “And I know we’ve both been hesitant to bring it up before, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it,” you confess, your voice filled with sincerity. “Leah, I want us to take the next step and move in together”

Leah’s breath catches in her throat, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. “Move in together?” she repeats, her voice raw.

You nod, reaching out to gently wipe away tray tears. “I know it’s a big step,” you say softly, your heart pounding in your chest. “But I truly believe that we’re ready for it. We already spend so much time together, and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather come home to every day”

“Y/N,” she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say”

You pull her into you, holding her close as you brush away her tears. “You don’t have to say anything right now,” you say softly, your voice filled with love. “Just know that I love you, and I’m here, no matter what”

“I thought you were breaking up with me” she whispers into the cotton of your shirt.

Your heart clenches at her words, the pain evident in her voice breaking through your own turmoil. Carefully, you lift her chin, meeting her gaze with tender reassurance.

“Leah,” you murmur, “I could never. You mean everything to me. I’m sorry if I scared you”

“A month” she repeats again. It’s as if she can’t believe it. You understand.

“Yes, a month,” you confirm, your voice soft and soothing. “But I’ll be back before you even realise I’m gone, baby. I promise”

Leah’s eyes search yours, uncertainty flickering in their depths. “I won’t. It’ll feel like forever,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.

You lean in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Perhaps you’re right, love,” you murmur, your lips lingering against her skin. “But that’s why this trip will be so special. Just me, you and our body weight in pasta, remember?”

“And the staff” she adds, finally showing you that smirk you love to see. The smile that has you falling in love all over again.

You chuckle softly, relieved to see a hint of her usual humor shining through. “And the staff”

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Nightmares and Hot Chocolate

Leah Williamson x Reader

warnings: angst, nightmares, soothing the loml.

11PM, Friday Night

Leah just got home from a night out with the Arsenal girls. Team bonding was important to the captain and the girls decided on going for a spot of dinner after late practice on Friday. The hard rap of her shoes on the hard wood floors rang through the apartment and the jingle of her keys signaled you of her return. You didn’t want to join them for dinner, deciding to have a little time to yourself while Leah enjoyed herself. You had a movie going, big bowl of popcorn and a little facemask on. You’ve been stressed at work for a while, when you told Leah about your little self-care plan, she was a little jealous to say the least.

“Hello, love.” Leah said softly as she walked into the bedroom, dopey smile on her face.

“Hi baby, how was dinner?” You looked up from where you were snuggled into her side of the bed, popcorn laid forgotten on your side of the bed. Siting up, she came over to you and kissed your forehead. You smiled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. She started to undress, eager to jump into bed and join you for the rest of your movie.

“It was nice, the girls missed you though. McCabe teased you of bailing ‘cause you didn’t like them anymore!” Leah said with a laugh, rummaging through your closet in search of your clothes instead of hers. You just sat up and watched her, eyes full of admiration for her that she didn’t see in that moment. She disappeared into the bathroom, her night routine taking barely 10 minutes so you weren’t going to be waiting on her long.

“So, what did you do all night hm?” Leah yelled from the bathroom; mouth clearly full of toothpaste.

“Where are your manners, Leah Cathrine? I just had leftovers and was watching the movie. I felt like having popcorn so I made a bag but it doesn’t taste the same as when you make it. It’s from a microwave bag, how it can taste different to when you do it is beyond me.” You answer with a wide grin when she pokes her head out of the bathroom to stick her tongue out at you.

“Well, I make it with love. You clearly went without it. But that’s a secret, I’ll kill you if you tell.” she answers walking back into the room, wearing your shorts and your t-shirt. You had moved the popcorn bowl into the kitchen and brought more pillows into the little nest you tried to make on the big bed. Leah; the child that she is; belly flops onto your hard work, sinking right into the middle of the bed and pulling your surprised form into her arms with a yelp. You turn and grin, snuggling into her strong arms.

“I missed you. I still haven’t gotten a kiss you know. Now, that’s bad manners.” Leah quips, grinning down at you as you look up at her. Her eyes are so blue and mesmerizing you almost didn’t hear her. She kisses you before you can answer, lips warm and breath minty. It’s almost too good, your lips molding into hers like the last piece of a puzzle; completely perfect. You’ve been together three years now but every time you kiss, she swears is better than the last.

Pulling away, you answer in an out of breath whisper, “I missed you too, Lee.” She surges forward again, kissing you harder than before. Her arm wraps around your shoulders tighter, her other hand cupping your cheek as your hands hold onto her shirt tightly in balled fists. You make out for a while, whispering things about your day to each other, boring movie on the telly forgotten.

3:30AM, Saturday Morning.

You wake up with a jolt, tears cascading down your cheeks. You’re out of breath, hair a downright mess. You immediately check on Leah, you didn’t even feel her wake up with you. The fear in your eyes scare her for a fraction of a second before she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her chest.

“I’m here darling, it was just a bad dream. You’re okay, you’re safe.” She mumbles into your ear. Her deep, sleepy voice somehow gets you to start to calm down. She somehow pulls you even closer, making you sit between her legs with your back against her chest.

“Shh, darling. I need you to tell me three things you feel babygirl. Just like we practiced, hm? Can you do that for me, sweet?” Leah soothingly whispered in your ear, your breathing slowly coming down. You were shaking, her arms snaking around your waist and rubbing your clammy skin soothingly.

“U-Uh, the blanket, y-your breath, y-your hands touching m-me…” you stammered out, earning a soft kiss to your ear and a “good job baby,” from Leah.

She rocked you from side to side, knowing it soothed you. “I need three things you see, beautiful.”

You took a deep, reassured breath and began to speak, “Y-Your jacket, my computer a-and the street lamp,” your hand gripped hers, fingers intertwined on your stomach.

“I’m so proud of you, my girl. Last one, I need three things you can hear, my love.” She asked, voice just above a whisper, lips softly peppering kisses on your shoulder.  

“The bathroom light, your heart, a car going by.” You give her, no sign of fear in your voice. “Yes!” Leah thinks, proud of herself for calming you and proud of you for trusting her.

“I’m so proud of you darling, did so well for me.” She turns you around in her arms, scooting back against the headboard with you straddling her lap. You fiddle with your fingers, not wanting to look at her. The streetlamp shines a soft glow into the room, both of your faces barely visible to the other. She grabs your chin softly and turns your gaze at her. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You nod slowly, bottom lip quivering slightly. She wraps her arms around you again, ready to soothe you a second time as the tears begin to fall but this time, in a relief sort of way.

“Someone broke onto the pitch and got to you. He hurt the girls too, I couldn’t get to you in time, you died in my arms Lee, it just felt so real.” You sob into her neck, Leah rubbing your back and shushing you.

“I’m sorry that happened baby, no one’s gonna get me. I promise.”

“What if someone does?”

“I won’t let ‘em baby. If they do, I know you’ll be there to save me.”

“You can’t get hurt again; promise me.”

“I promise, my love. Now, how about some hot chocolate?”

Slowly clambering out of bed, you both walk hand in hand into the kitchen. You jump up to sit on the counter as Leah makes the hot chocolate. She can’t cook to save her life but she manages to make a good hot chocolate. The two of you sip in silence when you notice yours has more marshmallows than hers.

You were lucky to have her and she thought the same of you.

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ultimate master list vol. 2

started: 10/12/2024

updated: 11/29/2024

~ heyy beautiful people, I didn’t know there was a 100 link post limit sooo u can still click the master list link to view the 1st one. I have decided to create this •master list• to make my page more easier to navigate and enjoy :) i take requests so feel free to drop whatever you want because I write everyday! the wolfpack is my preference but I will write for any other twilight characters as well :> however, I wont write about jacob black x renesmee and quil x claire xoxo (plagiarism of my writing is NOT allowed)

Twilight Saga

moodboards

alice cullen

rosalie hale

alec volturi

caius volturi

victoria

paul x reader home

edward cullen

la push, washington

wolfpack imagines

paul lahote

still sane

biting down

feel good

i think

guilty conscious

xo

just for now

hit me where it hurts

melting

infatuation

fallen alien

super freak

no problems

an angel cried

sweet insomnia

taking responsibility

bb

now or never

my sister says the saddest things

come on let’s go

door

hit me where it hurts part 2

where do we go

door part 2

embry call

forget it

know the way

cross you out

which way

freedun

which way part 2

l$d

coming back

lonely star

jacob black

rumors

sam uley

plastic doll

sour candy part 2

jared cameron

nothing yet!

seth clearwater

billions

robbers

you’re not the one

judge judy

supernova pt 2

save me

on earth

kiss me more

quil ateara

eventually

leah clearwater

kill v maim

what a girl wants

official

out of the woods

reader x paul x embry x seth

wanted u

wolfpack smut

paul lahote

pretty

nsfw alphabet hcs

quil x embry x reader

groupie love

wolfpack series

out of your league part 12

out of your league part 13

out of your league part 14

out of your league part 15

out of your league part 16

out of your league part 17

out of your league scenario (paul’s version)

out of your league part 18

wolfpack blurbs

pack x reader

444+222

sundress

tongues

paul lahote

coming soon !

vampire imagines

alec volturi

ghostride

caius volturi

don’t forget

plans

twilight imagines

victoria

life in the vivid dream

trans!jacob black x alice cullen

snow on the beach

[darylscigarettesmoke]

Daryl is weak.

Okay, bold headline. I’m a journalist I know how clickbait works. Jokes aside, hear me out.

A lot of fans say that Daryl acts totally out of character in the second season of his spin-off. Getting close to a woman that quickly. Kissing her. Not thinking about going home anymore or not fighting tooth and nail to get there anymore.

And while I very much agree and the Daryl from the Spin-Off doesn’t feel like the Daryl from the flagship show anymore, there’s a pattern I’ve noticed throughout the series.

The word Daryl gets described the most is probably “loyal”. But what if he’s not that “loyal” man, everyone makes him out to be?

Daryl’s not good alone. He needs people. He latches on to them. First it was Merle, his bad influence of a brother. Then it was Rick and the group. He needs a role model. Someone to follow.

what happens though if you take away his role model, is always the same thing. He falls into despair, latches onto someone else and forgets where he came from.

Remember the arc after the prison fell? He was stuck with Beth, thought the group is dead. But instead of making use of his tracking abilities, determination, pure willpower to prove himself wrong and see that most folks are still alive or just whatever to find out if the other’s are really dead, he succumbs to pessimism and suggests to Beth to just stay at the funeral home, doing nothing but playing house. He would’ve stayed there for much longer if Beth hadn’t gone kidnapped. Once Beth was gone, he stucked to the Claimers until Rick came along again…

Same thing with Leah. He believed his leader (Rick) to be dead, his guilt made him shy away from his family, he lived in the woods until Leah came along. It took him longer than with Beth to finally give in and decide to stay with Leah, but still - he isolated himself from the thoughts of his family and stayed with a woman - and yet again, he would have stayed there, away from his family, if Leah hadn’t left herself. He didn’t have a clue about what’s happening in Alexandria, with the Whisperers, with Rick’s kids and probably didn’t wanna know either.

Rinse and repeat we got Isabelle. In this case, it’s even worse because Daryl’s stuck in another country. But again he’s far away from his family, again there is a woman, again he’s latching onto her and yet again he is forgetting about his people back home to the point where he’s almost not considering to go back anymore at all.

Daryl always needs a circumstance, a death, a kidnapping, or a person (Carol?) to pull him back to reality and to remind him who he is and what he might’ve left behind.

It’s also highly ironic to me that the Villain of the season, that cult leader, describes what’s going on with Daryl in Episode 2x03 perfectly:

“Must be hard living without a semblance of faith. No organizing principle, nothing to cling to [….] a man alone it’s a sad state.”

Daryl always believes he is alone, that his group has given up on him. His low self-esteem and the thing’s he had to endure prevent him from seeing how loved he is. But he’s never been truly alone, after he found Rick’s group.

Having to fend for himself as a kid has left his mark on him, so he’s clinging onto people, desperate of not wanting to be alone.

Now that doesn’t go without saying that I don’t believe Daryl didn’t find something in France. He found what he wishes for - a family of his own and to not be the “lonely man” anymore. But it’s time to come back from Neverland, to achieve that dream.

With all of these things considered I start to believe the Daryl we all know and love is still there - he just needs to be reminded that he is loved, cared for and so, so missed.

Edit: Some more notes. That is just a poor explanation/interpretation of bad writing in the Spin-Off. When Daryl said he wasn’t sure of what he was looking for when he left the Commonwealth, that made it clear as day the writers absolutely intend to retcon this beloved character and all of his core characteristics to pretend Daryl’s this blank page, a character without history. But this doesn’t work and I hope they’ll notice it soon enough.

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The Proposal

pairing: seth x reader

summary: Seth proposes to the reader.

warning: FLUFF OVERLOAD!!!!

w/c: 1k

A/N: I may make this into a three part series. THE PROPOSAL, THE WEDDING, THE HONEYMOON!

Masterlist

Everyone was invited to the wolfpack family gathering. It was being held in the woods, lights were plastered around the trees, and the dance floor was made of complete wood from the trees. Tables with pearly white clothes surrounded that oak dance floor, it was everything you could have imagined. 

“Hey (Y/N)? Can you help me hang this lantern?” Seth asked, it was only you and him here for the time being. You were both assigned decoration duty, it was pretty exciting. Seth did most of the work. It didn’t click in your mind that you would be in the woods decoring. You were too blinded by the fact that you were about to experience this grand event. 

You were wearing a simple white silk dress that stopped at your knees. Cute but fancy. You sat back and watched your boyfriend do all of the work. Being the gentleman he was he didn’t allow you to do anything but sit and watch. You didn’t mind,  nothing was more admirable than seeing his arms flex in his white button-down shirt. We’re not going to talk about how his quads look in the brown slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” You hummed softly. 

Seth held the lantern to the tree, “Hold this right here while I go get the hammer.”

You switched places with him, he then jumped down and ran to the table where the tools were. You continued to hum to yourself softly, occasionally looking up at the moons and the stars. It was so beautiful out here, You genuinely loved the fact that we were under the moon.

“You’ve always told me you never believed in fairy tales which is a complete lie”I looked back to see Seth propped down on one knee. My mouth dropped along with the floating lantern. Instantly I could feel tears brimming my eyes.  “This, right now, what we’re experiencing is living proof of a fairy tale. I keep telling people how I fell in love with you but in reality, I didn’t, I walked into love with you. Each step of the way you were there with me holding my hand, not once have you ever thought about leaving me. I wouldn’t be as strong as I am if I didn’t have your love to help me. I’d choose you in this lifetime, the life after this and even if I can’t find you I’ll make sure I do. I choose you and only you. You’re my world, you’re my life, you’re my fresh breath of air. You’re my everything, (Y/N) (L/N). So (Y/N) (L/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I wiped the excessive tears from my face, “Seth Clearwater, Yes! I would love to marry you.” 

Before he could stand I tackled him to the ground, I could hear the pure joy of laughter escaping from his lips. You both embraced one another as you cried into his chest.

“You have to get up so I can put a ring on it.” Seth laughed, he held out his hand helping you up to my feet. Smoothly the ring went on, it glistened in the night light. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Seth shoved his hands in his pocket, clearly, he was still nervous about proposing, “It looks better on your hand other than Jacobs.” You held my hand up in the sky in complete. You watched the tiny rainbows dance in the ring. It was more beautiful knowing that it came from the man of my dreams. 

“Wait, so is there a family gathering or not?”

“Oh yeah, You guys can come out!” Seth shouted, Huh, Seth wrapped his arms around me from behind. He grinned into my neck as you watched your friends and family emerge from the woods. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, you were pretty sure only the boys and Leach heard his speech but that didn’t matter. It was still beautiful.

“Our plan worked (Y/N)!” Sue walked up to you with her arms out, “You’re finally going to be my daughter!! Ehhhhh!” You both squealed as you embraced each other. Leah soon followed as she also embraced you as well. You all had a tiny family moment, Leah was expressing how proud she was of Seth and you couldn’t fight back my tears. She was watching her younger brother become a man, and you, his soon-to-be wife, knew it was emotional as well. 

Everyone continued to approach you, with nothing but pure joy on everyone's faces. Live music started to play swiftly in the background. Everyone began to chat with one another as the party started to gear up. You placed your hands on your fiance's chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, “I can say the same.” Seth pulled you in the direction of the lantern that you dropped. “I have one more surprise for you.” He dusted it off, “I know how much you would love for your grandmother to be here to experience this moment.” He handed you a lantern, on it was a picture of you and your grandmother, and on the other side was a picture of Seth and his dad. “It hurts knowing that they can’t be here tonight but they’ll always be here in spirit.” 

Seth pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle that was placed in the middle. You held the lantern dearly to your chest as memories of your grandmother flashed in the back of your head. “You’re an amazing man Seth, she’d love you.” You whispered, you never took your eyes from the lantern, the picture illuminated in the night sky. 

“Come on, let’s tell them about the great news.” Seth grabbed your hand, and he lifted it towards the sky higher and higher until the lantern floated in the air by itself. The both of you watched the lantern float into the night sky. He held you in his arms as you both watched the other lanterns join yours.

[thatwriterchaotic]

!!50 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!

Finally here it is! I spent all night writing this up for you my lovelies. 50 Follower special!! Ahh Im so happy to have all of you! anyway I wrote this as a huge thank you to all of you. I hope you love it.

I could have lost you...

Word Count: 2,269k

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Blood, Violence. Cursing.

It was supposed to be easy. Just a quick run in and run out. Nothing else. It wasn’t supposed to go like this…

Your POV

You woke up panting, covered in sweat from the dream you just had. It had been awhile since your last nightmare. Brushing your hair back from your face you got out of bed. You went to the bathroom to splash water on your face and do your morning routine. Doing your best to shake of this eerie feeling you had in your stomach. Maybe you were just hungry. You were supposed to meet up with Daryl and Rosita to do a morning run into the nearest town. You quickly got dressed and grabbed your pack. Getting something quick to eat on the way out.

You walked out of your house and quickly made it to the gates of Alexandria. Noticing Daryl and Rosita waiting on you. You smiled and greeted them both. You always felt a connection with Rosita and Daryl. Rosita was practically like your sister now. And Daryl… well you always had feelings for him but you wouldn’t admit it. After he told your everything that happened with Leah, you didn’t want to make things complicated between you two. Even with the occasional glances between you two you still just didn’t feel good enough for him.

“Hey!? I know ya can hear me” Daryl said to make you snap out of your own thoughts. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You herd Rosita laugh quietly. Your cheeks only got hotter. “Sorry! Let’s get going” You said to get the attention off you. The gates opened, you got in the small pick up truck with Rosita. Daryl was on his motorcycle following you.

It had been awhile to find this small town. Aaron told you about it on this map he was given to by Maggie. It was quiet until Rosita wanted to pester you with questions. “So you finally going to tell him?” She asked glancing your way. “Confess what?” You said trying to play dumb not wanting to talk about it.

“How you feel to Daryl! Things are kinda getting better back home and it would be good for you both” Rosita said gently shoving you to get your attention. You sighed and faced away from the window. She didn't really know about Leah and what happened in those woods. It wasn't yours to share either. “Just a lot is going on and I don't think it's the right time and besides Daryl probably isn't even into me” You confessed to Rosita. That feeling starting to come back in your stomach.

Oh come on! You can't think like that with Daryl. Maybe he does just nervous to tell you is all” Rosita said trying to comfort you. You smiled a little as the truck went in silence. Eventually you arrived to where you needed to be. It looked like a empty town with a small pharmacy and a few stores to loot. Wouldn't be difficult for you three. The truck pulled to a stop by the pharmacy first. You and Rosita got out grabbing your packs. Daryl wasn't far behind stashing his bike.

The three of you approached the building, Daryl went in first, you second and Rosita behind you. Holding out your trusty machete, you followed Daryl to make sure everything was clear. Once everything was checked you opened your pack and started grabbing medicine. Rosita was in the front of the store grabbing any supplies that was on the list Aaron gave us. Daryl was in the back with you. It was quiet, kind of peaceful.

Hey” Daryl said softly to you. You turned around and looked at him. “ya feeling alright today? Noticed your kind ah jumpy” Daryl asked. You thought it was nice he cared about you. “Yeah I'm alright just had this awful dream last night I can't shake is all” You explained to him as you grabbed more supplies off the shelf.

“Wanna talk about it?” Daryl asked as he moved a little closer towards you. You stopped for a second and set the pack down on the counter. “It was honestly like this really, we went out on a run but it didn't end very well” You said to Daryl as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Daryl nodded and listened to you talk about your dream. He understood since he had frequent nightmares himself. Sometimes they where about you or him losing you.

It felt nice to talk to someone about your dream. Especially with how close you where to Daryl. You didn't want to ruin what you have now. After everything you've been through you couldn't confess to him the truth.

“All done up here!!” Rosita shouted startling you both. You grabbed your pack and grabbed the last of the meds. “We should get going, saw a few other stores we can loot” you said looking at Daryl. Daryl nodded and watched you walked out the door of the pharmacy center.

He sighed to himself and slid his pack on his back. Daryl cared for you deeply, he wanted everything that was best for you in this messed up world. He also just wanted you to become his world. But after Leah, he didn't want to lose you like that. He shook his head and quickly followed after you.

The first two stores you looted didn't have much in them, besides a few clothes and a few cans that was it. Most of it was all picked over. The three of you arrived to the last store. It was a bit bigger than the first two. Daryl and Rosita went in first this time. Clearing out any zombies if they needed. You stayed out front as look out make sure they didn't make too much noise.

Soon Rosita came and got you to let you inside. You joined them both in searching for supplies. Daryl blocked off the back so the stragglers couldn't get in. It was dark, you turned on your flashlight and looked around. This must have been an old convenience store of some kind. You dropped down and opened your pack shoving some cans inside. Along with a few bottles of water. You stood back up and contined to search around.

That's when you noticed that feeling in your stomach again, it made you sick. Like your insides where twisting and turning in different directions. You stopped and listened. You heard several sets of feet and groaning noises coming your way. It must of been a herd coming through! And there wasn't really another way to leave since Daryl blocked off the back.

You heard a yell and your body went running. It had to be Rosita. You saw the walkers and quickly pushed the closest one away from her. “We got to get the hell outta here!!” You heard Daryl yell coming from the back. The back door was going to come crashing down any minutes. The barricade you put up wouldn't hold forever.

But now the front had a few walkers spilling in. Daryl grabbed his crossbow and started shooting. You held your machete and started to take them down one by one. Rosita was right behind you with her pistol. Eventually there was a path way out the front. “Go go go!!” Daryl yelled and he grabbed his bolts out of the walkers heads. Rosita went out first, you followed right after her then Daryl. You all quickly ran headed towards where you stashed the truck and his motorcycle.

It was getting to hard to get through. So many walkers started to surround you. You swear Rosita was right next you. You started to panic that eerie feeling going through out your whole body. You quickly started taking down walkers. Yelling for Rosita in the process. That's when you heard the truck had roared to life. A bolt zipped by your head and you quickly got in the truck. Daryl had just saved your life. You sighed heavily and leaned back in the seat. Finally you would all make it back home safe.

Until…

No..

No no…

This wasn't right…

How…

When….

You rolled up your sleeve and noticed the bite mark on your forearm. All the blood from killing walkers had hidden it. You didn't even notice getting bit from the adrenaline pumping in your veins.

“Rosita…” You said softly not even looking at her. This is how your dream played out. This is exactly how it went. Rosita panted outta breath “What?- Oh shit!!” She said hysterically. She quickly put her foot on the gas trying to get you back to Alexandria as soon as she could. Daryl noticed Rosita picking up speed and knew this wasn't good.

The three of you busted through the front of the infirmary as quickly as you could. You passed out on your way to Alexandria. “She's bit!! We need to cut off her arm!!” Rosita explained as they set you on the closest table. Aaron heard about what happened and came rushing in. “What the hell happened!? How did she get bit!!” Aaron was frightened and confused. Daryl grabbed Aaron by his shirt.

“That doesn't fuckin matter right now, help me save her! Help me save the woman I love!” Daryl yelled at him with tears in his eyes. Aaron nodded and quickly got to work. Rosita, Maggie and Aaron spent several hours in the infirmary to help you as best as they could.

Daryl's POV

Daryl only got more upset seeing what had happened to you. He could've prevented it all. He could have kept you safe. But he didn't. You got bit.

Daryl crumpled to the ground outside the infirmary. He was so scared of losing you. Losing someone he was so close with. He kept losing all the people he cared for. He just couldn't lose another person so soon. He couldn't lose you.

Eventually Aaron came back out. He walked towards Daryl and placed a hand on his shoulder. “She is really lucky Daryl, We got the bleeding to stop and she hasn't spiked a fever at all yet. Things seem really good, She should be okay” Aaron said to him.

Daryl stood up and hugged Aaron. Silently thanking him for helping save your life. He then let go and walked into the room they put you in.

You laid passed out in the bed resting peacefully. Daryl glanced over at your left arm. It was covered in gause and several layers of wraps. He hated himself that this happened to you. He walked into the room and gently sat on the end of your bed. He gently grabbed your right hand holding it in his.

His tears slowly fell down his face. You shouldn't have gone. You should have stayed here where you wouldn't have gotten hurt. “This is my fault.. I should've been there to save you” Daryl spoke his voice becoming raspy as he sobbed. Daryl had always had feelings for you. He always loved you. He adored you.

“I'm the one who is supposed to protect you, to keep you safe from the world out there. I'm the one who is supposed to watch over you and keep you here. I can't lose you too, not after everything we've been through not after everything I felt for you. For what I still feel for you… I love you” Daryl finally confessed to you as tears streamed down his face. Daryl lifted your right hand and kissed it softly.

Your POV

You stirred in your sleep slowly starting to wake up. You grabbed onto Daryl's hand holding it tightly. “D….” You spoke softly looking up at him. His eyes where red and puffy and his face was stained with tears. You gently lifted your hand and wiped away his tears. This man had saved your life. “Don't cry D.. I'm still here” You said softly with a small smile on your face. You did always try to stay positive about things. Even when you felt at your worst. Daryl smiled and moved closer to you. “I'm happy I didn't lose you" Daryl said grabbing your hand to kiss it softly again.

You smiled more and looked at him. “Did you really mean all that?.. what you said?.. You love me?” You asked him staring into his eyes. He looked back at you and cupped your cheek. “I love you..” He said again softly before leaning down and gently but lovingly kissed you on the lips.

You kissed him back your hand going up and into his hair. Gently cradling the back of his head. Eventually you both slowly pulled away. You couldn't look away from him. His eyes where filled with nothing but love and care. “I love you too Daryl…”

Honestly just wanted to thank you all again! You all mean so much to me. And there is still more of you coming and it brightens my day even more. I love writing and sharing it with you all so much. As for requests I'll have those rules up tomorrow. I promise!! :)

[panickingpansexuality]

Certain As The Sun

Elliott was in the bedroom getting ready, he wore a yellow suit that tightened at his waist, his hair tied back in a pony tail with a yellow ribbon.

Tonight you had an incredible surprise for him, though you refused to tell him what it was exactly, it was something big, he knew just because Robin, Emily, and Leah had been on the property for the past week, either distracting him or going off behind the trees to a place you refused to tell him about.

You knocked on the door to your shared bedroom and Elliott turned to face you, he stopped to stare at you for a moment, you looked absolutely radiant in navy blue, your hair also pulled back in a pony tail but yours was with a blue ribbon.

You smiled softly at him a small blush forming on your cheeks, the way Elliott looked at you still startled you. It was like you were the most beautiful person in the world, like still after two years of marriage he still needed time to collect himself before talking to you.

"Are you ready?" You ask him softly.

"Yes." Elliott said.

He offered you his arm and you took it as he led you two out the front door.

It was a crisp fall afternoon, the leaves were falling the way they would in a dream, the sun was just setting casting a golden glow over the farm.

You took your hand away from Elliott and grabbed his hand, before pulling him to his surprise. Past the trees, grass, the weeds, and some crops was a wooden shed, in front of it the ground had been replaced with a small porch instead of dirt.

"I need you to close your eyes." You say standing in front of your husband.

Elliott gave you a skeptical look and you laughed;

"It's for the surprise."

He smiled and closed his eyes, you waved your hand in front of his face to make sure that his eyes were closed.

Elliott heard the door open, felt you pull him inside, he heard the click of some lights and smelled lobster.

"Can I open them?" He asked

"Not yet." You say.

You run over to the table and grab the lighter sitting on the table and lite the candle in the middle of the table.

The lobster was still warm, you'd finished it not five minutes before Elliott had finished dressing and you were thankful that Emily had let you borrow a table cloth (your last one was tore up by the dog).

"Now can I open them?" Elliott asked.

"Alright." You say, "Now."

Elliott looked around and put a hand to his mouth, the shed was a library, his very own library, there was a small reading nook by the window with a blue cushion and green blanket, the floor was wooden and the ceiling above him looked like something from the Page master, story references from each genre were on the ceiling, and the walls were painted like the sea.

The shelves around the room were filled with books, he recognized every single one from the storage unit where he put all of his books until you two had space.

The shelves were new and wood burned with beautiful designs that looked similar to sea shells, some fish, and a few of your animals.

"Oh my Love." Elliott said feeling tears fill his eyes, he put his hands to his mouth.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"It's wonderful." Elliott said wiping a tear from his eye, Elliott came around the table and pulled you to his chest.

"Thank you so very much."

Once Elliott was able to collect his emotions you two sat and began to ate, you grabbed your phone and found a playlist filled with some of his favorite songs.

Once you were done Elliott stood and held out his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked.

You giggled and took his hand, he spun you around the middle of the room right below the circular ceiling portrait.

When the candle melted down to the glass holder you blew out the candle. Hand and hand you two went back to the house.

"Happy Birthday my love." You whisper kissing his forehead.

"Thank you." Elliott said pulling you close to him. "Thank you so much my love."

[msjansaccountant]

Why I reckon the liveships make a pretty nifty trans allegory - a mini essay by the Leah

Spoilers for a bunch of ROTE ahead, you have been warned!

So I, somewhat recently, did a full reread of ROTE because I love this book series more than life itself. And on this reread I noticed that I really, really vibed with the liveships this time around. There was something about them that just spoke to me. As I thought on it a little bit, I realised that what the liveships go through, from the liveship traders to the fitz and the fool trilogy, was hugely relatable to me as a trans woman. So that's what I'm here to talk to you funky people about today.

I must preface all this by saying that what I'm about to write is coming from the perspective of a binary trans woman who has medically transitioned. So for you other trans folks who are non binary, or those who aren't interested in medically transitioning, you potentially might not relate to this in the same way I have. Although maybe you will! I don't fucken know, I ain't a mind reader.

Anywho, let's get on with it, shall we?

The part about the liveships that speaks to me is when they finally find out who they are. Throughout the liveship trilogy we get little inklings that there's something up with the liveships. Beyond the obvious fact that these bitches are sentient, talking wood, you get these moments where it seems that there's something more to them than that. The serpents following Vivacia because she smells like she who remembers, paragon dreaming of dragons, Amber/Beloved/Fool/Lord Golden, noted Dragon scalie, being all up in the liveships business. Then we get the big reveal. The liveships aren't just talking wood. They're the husks of unfinished, dead dragons, carved into the likeness of a ship and reanimated by the blood of their captains.

Some of the liveships, like Paragon, had already figured this out. And the reactions by those who didn't already know are a mixed bag. Some ships, like the Tarman, are content to keep living as they are and accept their lives as is. Others, like Vivacia, try to find a synthesis between their respective draconic and human natures. And then you have ships like Kendry. He was, as far as we're aware, mostly happy with his lot as a Liveship. At least he was, until he saw Tintaglia. Once he sees her, that great, beautiful, blue and silver dragon, he immediately realises the wrongness that of his life. He wasn't meant to be a ship, he was meant to be a dragon. A Lord of Sky, land and sea. He's completely incapable of reconciling who he is now with who he should've been, and it crushes him.

In a lot of ways, I'm like Kendry. I never questioned my identity the way Paragon did, I didn't know I was a woman from the age I was four. I just plodded along, accepting that I must be a man despite knowing in my heart that something was deeply wrong with that. And then, like Kendry, I saw a trans woman. And only then did I realise something wasn't right. Only then did I realise that that was what I was meant to be. And again, like Kendry, this crushed me. My current form, carved for me without my consent and enforced onto me by societal expectations, was wrong. And i thought it would stay that way forever.

That was until I found out about this funky little thing called hormone replacement therapy.

And what was that special liquid Robin introduced in her very first trilogy? That's right dear reader, Silver.

That magical goop that can turn stone into dragons, can make nifty Elderling knick knacks, and create a homosexual telepathic bond between our favs Fitz and Beloved, also happens to turn liveships into dragons. Now, disregarding the criticisms I have for how ridiculously convenient it is for silver to do this, I do love the parallel I can draw between silver and HRT. The liveships, who are so deeply unsatisfied with their bodies and long to be like the dragons they were supposed to be, can use this magical medicine to do just that. And as contrived as it may be, I think it's beautiful. Even as the trader's council tries to stop them, or their own families try to convince them to stay as they are, the liveships persevere. Just like me choosing to be a woman, the liveships say fuck you to societal expectations and choose to be dragons.

And to that I say: fuck yeah 🤙🤙.

[byrachel]

Can you please write a dating Leah Clearwater headcannon please

DATING LEAH CLEARWATER HEADCANONS

NOTE: thank you so much for requesting! i actually already have headcanons about this, but it’s been so long since I’ve written that one so I’ll just do another one :) I hope you like these! this was kinda rushed so i might add on more later

— leah had some trouble accepting her feelings for you, the thought of being vulnerable again made her scared to commit and that was actually almost the end of your friendship. she started to avoid you as much as she possibly could, bailing on you with the worst excuses 

— so you confronted her and you basically had to force her to talk to you, because she kept insisting nothing was going on, but the moment she felt you emotionally pulling away she confessed her feelings 

— she honestly didn’t mean to confess, you were actually doing exactly what she wanted, but the thought of losing you scared her even more so she had to be honest and told you about her being quite uncomfortable with these new found feelings 

— you completely understood where she came from and assured her she didn’t have to anything she wasn’t comfortable with and that everything would go on her pace and that’s how you slowly, but surely started dating

— there was no real intimacy in the beginning apart from friendly touches she was comfortable with, maybe you caressed her arm when you saw she was stressed, an occasional hug when she asked for it and from there you guys slowly grew into more

— the transition from being friends to lovers was kind of difficult, were you guys supposed to act different than before? did you have to call each other pet names? was it okay that you guys weren’t too lovey dovey? you watched the others basically suck each others faces, but it wasn’t really something you were into

— but you guys had your romantic moments, she liked taking you on outdoor dates. sometimes you guys picnicked on the beach, enjoying each other’s company by sharing embarrassing stories from your childhood, ambitions, unrealistic dreams, plans for the future and sometimes you even fantasized about running together and starting over in a no one knew you to escape from the responsibilities you both had 

— it was actually on the beach you shared your first kiss. you guys were bonding over harder parts of your childhood, your hands cupping her face as she softly spoke and when her heartbreaking story finally came to an end you couldn’t help but attempt to soothe her aching heart by pressing your lips against hers. it was soft, brief, sweet, basically anything you were looking for in a kiss and definitely a kiss you would not forget about soon

— although she felt quite awkward about it, leah wanted you to meet her family. it was nothing too special, she told you to come over when both seth and sue were home and she introduced you to them. they got to know you over some tea and cookies and it was only an hour before it felt like you fit right into their little family

— over the course of your relationship you found out how creative leah was, she loved to draw and gave you almost all of her drawings as she didn’t see why she should’ve kept them herself

— she was surprised to find her artworks all of your room when she visited you one day. your wall was full of sketches of sceneries she saw around her, woods, beaches, houses and sometimes your face made an appearance as well. the moment she saw how much you cherished all her works, she started to see the sentimental value as well, keeping sketches of you above her bed so you were the first thing she saw when she woke up

— (whenever you came over she took it down, because she thought it was cheesy and the only reason you knew was because seth told you when you came over one day) 

— unintentional sleepovers happened too often, but leah’s flustered gaze in the morning was too adorable. she wasn’t used to waking up so close next to someone, but the more it happened, the more she got used to it

— taking turns making breakfast after an accidental sleepover and having leah impatiently hover over you whenever it was your turn, her arms snaking around your waist and her head resting against your shoulder just to see how much longer she had to wait 

— also neither of your parents getting worried after the first few times it happened, because they were getting used to it as well

— fights rarely happened, but when they did it was mostly about either of your poor communication skills. sometimes leah struggled with communicating her negative feelings in a way which wasn’t explosive. negative emotions made her feel uncomfortable and instead of making them known she would try to hide them, and she hid them very poorly 

— in those situations you gave her the space she clearly needed, until she came back to you to apologize and to actually just talk through her feelings 

— it wasn’t hard to forgive leah when it happened, because she was always apologetic and you could see she was learning to do things differently, her outbursts changing to her asking for space to process what she was going through before coming back to you to discuss it 

— other fights or arguments after that were pretty minor and easy to resolve 

— coming back on leah’s talent for drawing !! she attempts to teach you how to do it and even if you suck at it she saves them 

[uselessdevice]

LEAH WOODS.

FACECLAIM: Lea Seydoux (adult) / Anna Sophia Robb (teen) / Taliana Eliana Bateman (kid) AGE: 25-35. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: Verse Dependent : Kindergarten teacher / Nurse / Seamstress. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. NATIONALITY: American. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR: Wavy, blonde. HEIGHT: 5"6. SCARS: A deep crescent that runs from behind her left ear down to the base of her skull, but luckily can be covered by her hair. LANGUAGES: English / Dutch. ZODIAC: Cancer, 8th July. SKILLS & HOBBIES: Art / Cooking / Teaching / Childcare / Medical knowledge / Sewing / Gymnastics & Baton / Reading. MEDICAL: Infrequent seizures / Arachnophobia. CONNECTIONS: Rufus (brother).

BIOGRAPHY

The sole survivor of a car crash at just three months old, Leah was adopted by Emil and June Poyntz. She joined her older brother Rufus, who'd been adopted by the couple just a few years earlier, and at last it seemed that the family was complete. Living in El Paso, Texas, Leah's new life was full of love and happiness. For a while, at least.

When she was eight years old, strange things began happening in the house. Items moved around at night, were impossibly stacked in the kitchen. Birds and other animals seemed to die in the vicinity of their yard. Rufus became agitated, convinced that something terrible was going to happen. And one night, it did.

Leah was taken from her family home by an unknown force. There was no sign of forced entry, no evidence at all to point to an intruder. In a flash of bright light she was gone, witnessed only by her brother who'd been standing guard, unable to sleep.

A week after her abduction, Leah found herself alone, lost, away from home on the other side of the country. She didn't even know where home was, literally. All her previous memories were gone, other than her name. She ended up in the foster care system, trying to piece together a new life for herself and wondering what happened to her life before.

VERSES

Main A kindergarten teacher who has no idea that she was abducted by aliens as a child, but suffers infrequent seizures as a result of their experimentation.

1950's- closely affiliated with @hvbris Seamstress at a tailors shop in New York. She suffered the same fate as a child and was abducted, left with no memories of her home or family. Paranormal Click the link for info!

Wizarding World Click the link for info!

Jurassic World Click the link for info!

CSI Click the link for info!!

The Hunger Games Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Hunger Games) Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes ; Covey Leah Ochre Baird was born just before dusk on a summer evening, the sky ablaze with orange tinted clouds. As part of the Covey troupe, she performs at the hob in District 12 alongside the others, playing the lyre and occasionally singing for the crowd alongside her little sister, Maude Ivory.

Marvel Leah's species was designed by the High Evolutionary with the aim to make them better than his last project, always better. With strength and durability to match Xandarians, he was pleased with the progress only for a short while before seeing imperfections everywhere in the batch of children he'd begun with. He ordered them destroyed. But a lab technician took pity on Leah, helping her to escape and join a Xandarian family who would hide her. One of the common defects of Leah's species was seizures.

Vampire Slayer Click the link for info!

[glitterquadricorn]

Better Together - Leah Clearwater (Day 8)

Summary: Leah thinks about moments throughout her and y/n's relationship. Pairing: Leah Clearwater x Reader Word Count: 926 Warning(s): girlxgirl (is that even a warning?), mentions grandparents passing away, a wedding(?), etc. If i missed something let me know.

Song Inspiration: Better Together by Luke Combs

"Some things just go better together and probably always will."

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Leah looked at the sleeping figure next to her and considered herself lucky. She didn’t think she’d ever find her best friend, her soulmate, her imprint, after what happened with Sam. She always thought she would be alone for the rest of her life. And she’d never forget the day she met y/n.

Y/n slowly drove up the muddy driveway to her grandmother’s house. She stared up at the rundown pale-yellow home in sadness. The house once belonged to her grandfather and grandmother, but after her grandpa died a couple of years back, her grandma was alone. But her grandma had recently passed away and left the house to her.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of her car and walked up to the front door. When walking through the living room, all the memories she made as a kid surfaced. It brought a smile to her face. She stopped in front of the mantle and stared at one particular picture. Grabbing it, she noted it was one of the last pictures of her grandparents before her grandpa died. You could tell from the look in their eyes they loved each other dearly.

‘I miss you. Both of you,’ she mumbled under her breath.

As she set the picture down, there was a knock at the door. She opened the door and was greeted by two women. “Hi! You must be Ida’s granddaughter.”

“Yeah. That’s me.” She replied. “Can I help you?”

“Where are my manners? I’m Sue and this is my daughter Leah.”

Leah glanced up, looking into y/n’s eyes. Her entire future with y/n flash in front of her eyes; their engagement, wedding, and adopting children.

She pointed towards Leah. “Is she okay?”

Before Sue could say anything, Leah ran off into the nearby woods. “I apologize for her. She’s going through something.”

“It’s fine.”

“What are you thinking about?” y/n asked Leah, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“The day we met. It changed my life for the better, you know.”

“I didn’t know it then, but it changed my life too,” she smiled. “But you want to know what my favorite moment is?”

“What?”

“Our wedding day.”

It was the most important day of her life, her wedding day. She has dreamed of this day since she was a little girl. A beach wedding, wearing the perfect white dress and having the right person waiting for her at the altar. Leah was that person.

“Hey! Are you ready?” Seth asked, coming into the room.

“Yeah,” she stood up, but immediately sat back down. “Do you think Leah won’t be at the altar?”

“What?! No. Leah loves you. What makes you think she’d leave you?”

She looked down at her feet. “My parents' only got married because my mom got pregnant with me at nineteen. They struggled financially and fought a lot because of it. I felt so guilty because I knew it was all because of me. They loved each other at one point I’m sure, but it got to be too much for my dad, and he left and hasn’t contacted me since. But I worry that Leah and I’s marriage will be like that.”

“Y/n, you have nothing to worry about.” Seth made y/n stand up. “As your man of honor and the person walking you down the aisle, we have a wedding to get to!”

Seth began walking her down the aisle as soon as they arrived at the beach.

Once she saw Leah standing at the altar, who looked absolutely stunning, all the stress and nerves washed away.

“You look beautiful.” She said, smiling to Leah. Leah’s wedding dress was a simple halter neck made of a satin material that went to the sand. And as simple as it was, she looked amazing.

A blush graced Leah’s cheeks as Billy started the ceremony. “We’ve gathered here today to celebrate the union of Leah Clearwater and (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n). The couple has chosen to say their own vows. Leah, would you like to go first?”

“Yes,” Leah looked lovingly into y/n’s eyes. “You’re my best friend, my soulmate, and my imprint. I can’t promise you that everything will be sunshine and rainbows. Our life, our marriage, will have its difficulties, but I promise to make things okay when they’re not. I’ll promise you the world, and then some, because you deserve it. I love you, and I can't wait to start the next chapter of our lives together.”

One lone tear rolled down y/n’s face and Leah wiped it away with her thumb. “How am I supposed to follow up after that?” she chuckled. “You do not know how much you mean to me. You do not know how grateful I am for the little things you do for me. Like plaiting my hair because I have no idea how to do it properly or sticking all the coffee cups on the lowest shelf because I’m too short to reach the top shelf in the cabinets. So, whatever our future brings, I know we’ll face it head on because we have each other.”

“Beautifully said,” Billy smiled. Billy went through a few more things before finally saying, “By the power vested in me by the state of Washington, I now pronounce you wife and wife. Leah, you may kiss your bride.”

As they shared their first kiss as a married couple, one thing came to y/n’s mind. Some things just go better together and probably always will.

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7 days until Christmas

Tagging(permanent):

@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @sergeantjbuckybarnes @patzammit @yagirlmexic @awkwardfangirl2014 @beckieandhertardis @tinycyberhacker @streetghostfighter07 @distant-illusions @alisoncdariel @1awesomeash @nocturnalherb16 @thisismysecrethappyplace @rainysuitcaseprunegiant @geeksareunique @stressedandbandobessed7771 @xshinytrashcanx @1950schick @finallyforgotten @keenmarvellover @inkybird @heshewumbo11 @shadow-dixon @mrspeacem1nusone @augustvandyne @harleyquinnpuddin @drayshadow @rue-cimon

[aritany]

Find the Word

thanks for the tag @mjjune !! :)

my words were: wood, fire, cleanse, rain, snow

these excerpts are all from straight on til morning!

wood:

John stopped, so Slightly almost bumped into him from behind. He twisted around, eyes wide. “You can die here?”

Slightly snorted. “You can die anywhere.”

“But—” John bit his lip.

“There are pirates,” Slightly said. “There are canyons. Sea caves that fill when the tides come in. Any number of dangerous creatures in the woods. Did you think Never Land was safe?”

fire:

Mr. Achari laughed and shook his head. “What can I help you with? Or are you here to hang out? Vibe, as the kids say?”

“I just wanted to ask you something,” John said.

He nodded, knocking a handful of papers into a neat stack. “Fire away.”

“What do you know about… shadows?”

cleanse: 

nothing!

rain: 

Peter looped back around for him and took hold of his hand again. “Hold on tight!”

They shot forward so quickly John hardly had time to prepare before the cloud swallowed them. 

If he had thought they were going fast before, this was nothing. This was so fast it felt like falling, but upward. As soon as they hit the cloud, Peter yanked John up. The clouds soaked John’s clothing straight through in an instant. His face was pelted with thousands of tiny raindrops so that he had to squeeze his eyes shut tight again. 

snow:

The snowflakes got swallowed up by the darkness and grabbed tight close to the lampposts where the light was, in an on and off pattern.

When they stopped at the red light four red lights away from home, he looked to the bus stop, just in case the boy with the backpack was there. Mickey knew his name was Vincent, because of the posters Dee was always making, and he knew that Vincent was supposed to be probably dead, because of the whispering Mummy did on the phone when Mickey was meant to be playing and keeping his ears to himself.

tagging: @keen2meecha @leah-yasmin-writes @reininginthefirewriting @traceywrites @derridaspectres @karolinarodrigueswrites (no pressure!)

your words are: dream, spirit, breath, leaves, ache

also, if anybody would like to be tagged for games like this, let me know! :)

[fieldnote119]

The Wilds Season 2 Review: Part 3

Alright Ladies:

overall, a lot of “oh sweetie” and “oh, honey :(” and “poor baby” notes for our ladies

Dot

Not much screen time this season, but when we did see her it was perfect

it was actually nice to see her doing nothing. 

The part in episode 4 where Leah and Shelby remind her that she’s still a child needed to be said long before that moment

Leadotin vibes in the birthday episode were so good. What a trio. I hope they live together when they get home

Also, in season 1 when Matteo gives her Gretchen’s card, he says that she could help Dot avoid foster care. and I fucking hate that she did that by trapping her on an island until she turned 18

Dottie with the Gretchen mention in episode 5!!

Dottie’s pimple was the 8th member this season

Her talking to her dad, and then using her experience with her dad to help Toni was beautiful 

Toni

My first Toni note isn’t until episode 2 and it’s about how much she cares about Leah (they are one of my brotps so I loved it)

I love that she loves Nora Roberts and wedding planning. what a little romantic legend

Um, so that Shoni sex scene...happened

for episode 6 I wrote that Shoni were gonna fuck in the hot springs, and then I wrote maybe not because the vibes were weird after the L word, but then they made up and are in love, so...maybe they did fuck in the hot spring

The fact that Toni lashed out at everyone and no one blew up at her is the kinda thing she needed to experience. Like, they all came back to her. As opposed to everyone else in her life back home who just leaves or throws her away. They proved that they love her and that they are by her side no matter what. Dot and Rachel even comforted her. 

she looked really hot in Shelby’s dream

Shelby

My first note for her is #titsoutshelby

I mean, she really had no problem going completely topless in the middle of the woods where any one of their friends could have just walked on over and seen her. *Good for her meme*

I couldn’t tell if Shelby went all in on Dot’s party because it was Dot’s first birthday after losing her dad or for another reason that I can’t think of right now.

Shelby and Rachel bonding over religion is beautiful, especially since it seems like Shelby is losing hers while Rachel is finding hers

For episode 5, all I wrote is :Shelby Baby:(” but i cannot for the life of me remember the context, so I guess I’ll have to rewatch

Episode 7, I wrote #Shelbob and then immediately wrote “Oh no it’s a mullet”

Shelby also looks hot in her own dream

I love how Shelby just helps Fatin no questions asked

Fucked up her knee in the name of love

I don’t think she’s the confederate. Like at all

Rachel

No body no death baby (It’s written about a dozen time in my notes)

Comin’ in hot with the clapping jokes. I love Rachel

Leah and Rachel helping each other through their worst days on the island. Growth

She would make a hot carpenter. (This whole interaction was simply amazing. Another one of my brotps)

I love that she made Leah rehearse for 3 hours. Love the commitment

Who chose the song?

I forgot that Rachel was a twin until about half way through the birthday party and then I got real sad

I love that Nora is alive, but poor Rachel

JACUZZI QUEENS!

Rachel’s growth in both seasons has been so fun to watch and I can’t wait to see where she goes from here

Martha

I love her standing up for herself, especially against Toni

Fatin and Martha. We did not get nearly enough of this dynamic

A LOT of sad faces in my notes when it comes to Martha. Poor baby

I was definitely scared in episode 7

SO FUCKING HAPPY she’s alive!!!!

I can’t believe they dragged her up all of those stairs

Fatin

I love how Sophia played out Fatin’s feelings for Leah. She yelled at her, comforted her, tried to be done with her. But you could always tell that she was worried about her. I think overall, she was scared of Leah’s behavior and she was right to be because (as far as she knows) Leah legit tried to kill herself

I love that Fatin from Berkley, California hates trees. I guess I can relate as someone from L.A. who hates the beach

I legit forgot that Fatin is a music prodigy until she called the performance flat

I love Fatin figuring shit out

the power of Fatin’s prayer is amazing

Leah

First things first, Leah’s been my favorite from the start

EMMY FOR SARAH

I hate how they gaslit the shit out of Leah. I knew it was gonna happen, but it still pisses me off that grown ass adults are doing this shit to a teenager

The grey/blue shirt made Sarah’s eyes look really pretty

Leah’s so fucking smart and badass in the bunker scenes

Episode 3 is when Leah starts to become the comedic relief and I am fucking living for it. Like, her one liners for the rest of the episodes are her reactions to other characters is fucking gold

I love how they made the bamboo whistle scene seem so serious in the trailers and then it’s literally just her and Rachel starting a band lol

I hate that they even mentioned that man’s name at all, but I’m glad she used him against them

“I was sorta standing there but...” I think Shelby kinda scared Leah in the party planning scene lol

D-I-A-H-H

Her first crush being Ben Folds in such an interesting choice yet it makes so much sense

I would like to learn more about Amanda, please

I was so happy to learn that she called Ian. I hope he didn’t fuck up by going to DJ 

Poor Ben Folds

What a legend. The way she handles her conversation with Gretchen and the phone call. Amazing

I hate how close she thought she was to getting out of there

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 123

McCoy

“What did Khan say to Robbie?” McCoy asked.

They were in the quiet of the back of the library. He trailed his fingers across the spines of a few books.

“He asked him to be student representative.”

McCoy turned back to look at Scotty when he heard the vehemence he spat the words with.

“He’s up to something and I don’t know what.”

McCoy heard the fear behind those words. He grabbed Scotty’s hand and pulled him close.

“Would Robbie be good at it?”

“He’d be excellent,” Scotty said proudly.

“Then maybe it’s for the best, even if it came from Khan,” McCoy said softly.

Scotty leaned into him.

“Maybe.”

McCoy saw a book on the shelf behind Scotty and reached for it.

“Here. This one,” he said and handed it to Scotty. “That’s my favorite.”

“Why…?”

“Keep up the cover right?” McCoy grinned. “You asked for help looking for a book. Job done.”

Scotty looked at him funny then laughed. McCoy went to sit at the end of the bookshelf and Scotty joined him. The library was already a nice place, but it was quickly becoming McCoy’s favorite place.

“I miss home,” he started. “I had a place out in the woods. It was mine. I’d go there to get away from everything. Just me and a book most times. Hours I’d spend there. Sometimes just watching the clouds float by. I could forget everything about the expectations on me.”

He looked over and saw Scotty watching him intently.

“This is beginning to feel like my grove. Right here in the middle of the school. With you.”

He leaned over and kissed Scotty.

“Someday I’ll show you my clearing in the woods,” McCoy said when they pulled back. “We can have a whole day to ourselves. Just us and the clouds. No worries about anything else.”

He rested his head on Scotty’s shoulder as Scotty’s arm went around him. The thought of showing Scotty his private place at home made him smile. Even Leah didn’t know where it was. A whole day somewhere with Scotty away from prying eyes… McCoy sighed. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

“This morning was great,” he whispered.

“Aye,” Scotty agreed.

“I…” McCoy started. He swallowed.

“What is it love?”

McCoy felt his heart skip at the endearment.

“I wish we had somewhere private here. That we didn’t have to rely on stolen moments in public places.”

“Aye,” Scotty said and nodded.

McCoy felt the movement from his place on Scotty’s shoulder.

Part 124

Scotty

It was fascinating. There was something about Leonard that soothed his inner anxiety. When he was around him he felt calm and happy.

Especially when they sat close together. Maybe it was the touch of Leonard’s hand. Or the sound of his voice. Or the wonderful smell.

He couldn’t tell what it was. All he knew was that he loved it. And that he never wanted it to stop.

When Leonard told him about his favorite secret place at home, Scotty couldn’t help but smile dreamily.

A special day. Just for the two of them. Somewhere only they knew. For no one else to see. It sounded so beautiful.

But maybe that was just it. It was just a dream.

Would it really be possible? Maybe… if they really ran away together.

“When… I heard ye talking to Leah the other night…” Would he really say it? Would he actually ask that question?

“Hm?”

Leonard looked up to face him. There was a gentle smile on his lips.

“Ye… ye said that… ye’d run away to be with me. Or… that ye’d abdicate the throne… Did ye actually mean that?”

He blushed heavily and looked down to the ground, avoiding eye contact. Scotty didn’t dare to look at Leonard’s face. What would it tell him?

Was Leonard serious about it? Or was it just something he had said while being emotional?

And if so… how would Scotty feel about either of these options? He just didn’t know.

On the one hand, he wanted nothing more than to leave this all behind with Leonard at his side. But on the other hand, he knew that it would cause a riot all across the universe.

People would search for them. And if they found them… what would they do? Would Leonard be forced to go back? To take his place as heir to King David?

“Scotty…”

He heard Leonard’s voice. But he couldn’t quite read it. It sounded like a sigh.

Scotty’s heart skipped a beat. But it quickly fell back into a familiar nice rhythm when Leonard grabbed his hand and held it.

He dared to look up and saw Leonard giving him a crooked smile.

“Scotty, I…”

What? What did he want to say? What was his answer?

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Elliott x GN!Reader

Your New Playlist

Kinda sad? Ig angst but not actually like, bad angst yk.

1k words

Stardew Valley

Warnings: crying, mentally beating yourself over a crush, self-sacrificing but not in a death kinda way, cussing (I think like one f word), Elliott is a theater kid you can't convince me otherwise,

I wanna do a part two, would anyone be interested? I know how much us Elliott simps want fanfiction. I'm probably gonna start on it anyway lol.

Yes I actually made this playlist smh ikik, you don't have to listen to it ofc but his aesthetic really fits my music taste, at least I feel so. I write my fanfiction as gender neutral as I can but if you ever spot any mistakes I'd love to fix it!!

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Elliott's POV

My feet took me across the path leading to Leah's house. The gentle cotton clouds stretching their wisps across the blue sky, bright enough to blind me as though it were the sun that it surrounds. The gentle new Spring breeze froze my cheeks lightly as my eyes closed to avoid the same chill from the past winter.

Fresh Spring flowers and hidden vegetables encircled her yard as I made my way to knock against the dark wood door that always seemed thunderingly loud.

Leah peaked through the window by her door before I can see her face light up and reach for the door.

"Hey, c'mon in!" She opens the door wider to let me pass through. "How are you doing?"

"If I'm honest, a little troubled." I sigh looking forlornly to the floor.

"Come sit." Leah pulls me to her table and sits in the accompanying seat. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Leah, what does it feel like to you before you admit you fancy someone?" I look up into her listening eyes before her face changes into slight shock.

"Hmmm." She brings her hand up to her chin as she ponders. "Well, you miss being around them when they're gone. You constantly find ways to connect anything back to them, like `oh they'd love this`, or `I should check up on them.` You care about their opinion more than others and you want to learn about them, even if it's the uninteresting things."

I slide my arms down onto the table, placing my head on top of them. That sounded exactly like what's happening. I had read about it a million times, falling gently in love with a close friend. Perhaps that interest to become friends was always attraction.

"I can't get enough of Y/N." I muffled through my folded arms sighing once again as I turned my head to finally look back up at Leah, the light stinging my eyes.

"Well maybe I could help you with getting more of them?" Leah smirked as she grabbed her phone from her pocket.

I lifted my head slightly panicked. "What are you doing?" I rushed out.

"Relax, I'm not telling Y/N. But they shared something with me. They have a wide music taste yes?"

I had heard some of their music. While they made us lunch, while they partake in their hobbies, when they hum near silently late at night on the beach. I nodded back thinking of how they never seemed to be signing along to a song similar to the others. Unpredictable, and absolutely captivating.

"Well one of their tastes in music is very folk-y and they mentioned how those songs reminded them of you. So they made a playlist of songs that remind themselves of you." Leah said looking down and scrolling through her phone.

They made a playlist about me. They actively want to remember and listen to things that remind themselves of me. I feel I might faint. Was this something that was common among friends? Was this nothing more than an act of kindness? Or something they decided to do on a whim?

"Here give me your phone I'll send it to you." She holds her hand out expectantly.

I quickly go to pull out the hardly used device. I had never had much use for it but if it could bring me any step closer to Y/N I wouldn't hesitate to learn.

Leah downloaded a music app, laughing at how I had no applications. Before leaving it opened on the playlist. "The Lonely, Ocean-Accompanied, Writer." It read. I reread it a couple times to convince myself it was real. A lovely name, but is that how they see me?

"Chill out, Romeo." Leah giggled. "I can practically see you overthinking everything. Just relax and listen to the songs, maybe they'll tell you something."

I wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her closely before leaving to listen to the playlist.

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As I shut the door behind me I pressed my back against it. I've never felt so scattered before. I looked for the volume button, turning it up before hitting play.

The songs, quiet but emotional. As though you had just lie down on the grass to cry or relieve tension or reminisce. They felt like a memory I had trouble recalling.

The songs seemed to renew me, before I heard one I distinctly remembered hearing before. From high-school theater club, a time in my life that was fond to me. I do remember Y/N telling me they loved musicals, hearing them hum along to Heathers while I wrote.

A song unlike most others on this list.

"When He Sees Me" from Waitress.

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Y/N's POV

"Oh, Yoba. What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door, And I can't close it?" I belted out the lyrics as loud as I wanted, the tears streaming down my face unwavering.

The good side to owning your own farm is you could scream along to your songs without people to complain. You had been replaying this part of the song for awhile now. He was all you could seem to think about.

Your head was swarmed with thoughts of Elliott. Some where he reciprocated your feelings and others where he shut you out. Every time you built a daydream where he loved you unconditionally you trampled it with the thoughts of his rejection.

You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head between them as you cried.

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Elliott's POV

We had had conversations about musicals, perhaps that's why they chose this song? Maybe they thought since my school had a play of Waitress that it'd fit. But I know they liked other Waitress songs, why weren't those added? Only this one.

After that song came another, "I Hear A Symphony" one I've never heard. As the song started all I could see was Y/N. I could hear them singing along, their smile, their eyes averting to mine for the thousandth time.

Y/N was my symphony.

The powerful, breathtaking ocean couldn't compare to the awkward farmer that ran across town just to give me their best sweet pea flowers and be the first thing I saw as I left my quaint cabin.

They brought the motivation and inspiration for 8 hour writing sessions, they brought me food when they knew I'd forgotten to eat between writing the book and planning on what to write next.

They were something I could never dream of losing. I wished to live the rest of my life with their support.

If telling them my feelings means I'd lose them, then I couldn't dream of making such a selfish decision.

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Y/N's POV

I trudged my way into town. After last night's crying session my eyes still felt a bit dry, if I'm honest I cried when I woke up as well. The loneliness felt suffocating in such a lonely little house. But I needed some new seeds. The stone path drawing all my attention as I walked.

As I walked into Pierre's it wasn't hard to tell that people could see something was off. After buying my seeds I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to find Elliott.

"Y/N are you feeling alright? You look as though you've been distressed lately." You motion to him to follow you and walks out of the store behind you.

You take a deep breath as you start to tear up a bit more. He reaches for your face as he lifts it up, looking at the pooling tears.

So many things, the things you could have said. But they didn't come up. Instead a vision of his face of discomfort at your confession. You couldn't bear it. You couldn't tell him.

"I've just been stressed. I'm sorry for worrying you, Elliott." You sigh, attempting to put up a fake smile as you wipe your eyes. He retracts his hand as he looks guilty. Fuck does he feel like it's his fault?

"Well I'm willing to listen to your troubles if you ever need." He also puts on a strained smile as you both part ways.

"This is for the best." They both whisper as they leave.