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runaway-dreamers · 11 months

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An opportunity for Wally request has arrived!! Exited-exited!

Since im a tiny bit evil it would be fluff turned angst >:)

How about while Wally and Reader cuddle, Wally asks about our heartbeat, we answer explaining that its a sign of us being alive, as a consequence of that he learns about our mortality

Ty for your consideration 🌹

Hmm, I'm a little awkward here. I do hope you like it! Thank you, Anon!

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Here in deeper conversations, I find myself wishing to be folded into you.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

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The sun dipped low in the cloudless sky. Shadows of buildings were slanted across the now empty roads, a deepening orange filled the spaces between. A breeze lifted the weightless blinds filling every corner of the room with the smell of late spring afternoons. The gently lifting and falling curtain cast its own shadow on the two sleeping bodies held close to one another.

You were laying on your back with Wally's head resting on your chest. Your hand was gently combing through the soft blue waves of his hair. A comforting silence had built around you. Nothing was said as his hand pressed gently against their skin. It gave way, but remained taut against the pressure. What started off as helping a stranger turned into this.

During that time spent caring for each other things were thought of, but never asked. Questions weren't able to pass from their lips. There was a clear wall between the two. A wall that made conversation tough. They would converse about the general, but just as important, well being of one another. They would chat about Wally's new painting. You would ask about the different techniques he used this time around, and he would give them all the information he could offer. The two were close friends.

There was a mutual understanding expressed in eyes half-looking as they passed by one another. They shared it when they said their goodbyes or see you later. They shared it when talking over morning coffee. A moment's grief made painfully acute by avoidance. They ignored it as much as they possibly could hoping that this was the correct path.

It must have grown over time nurtured by him admiring you in the morning sun as they gazed into eyes still glittering from sleep. It may have been when you first saw him with his hair down watching the sun rise from the kitchen window. All you really knew was that this little pang of joy grew into a pulsating surge of longing. Without much words spoken the both of you had begun sharing a bed. Wally would go quiet first as he felt the tautness of your skin. His head would always rest on your chest. Your hand always traced along the fine stitches on his body.

The first time Wally had his head on your chest, he had squeezed you so tight and pressed his ear as close as he could. You said nothing when he did this, but you could feel the racing of your heart. At some point you had slept and woke to him still listening. He never asked. You never offered.

The growing weight of unspoken words would always become too heavy, and those questions must flow. Wally moved propping himself up on his elbow. His thick blue hair slipped from between your fingers. The movement roused you from your sleep, and you looked at him concerned.

"Neighbor, I've been meaning to ask," His voice was low as he spoke, "What is this sound in your chest? Is it a crank? A voice box?"

Wally rested his hand on your chest, his fingers curled and his pointer gently tapping to the rhythm of your heart. His eyes held the same sweet look they always did. The same look you'd always seen when he offered you tea or a bite of his apple. His hair hung down to the side with strands caught in the golden hours glow, and you wanted to run your fingers through again. He looked like a dream, a fantasy.

"That's my heart. It keeps the tempo of my life."

Wally stopped tapping as you spoke, "Keeps the tempo of your life?"

His confusion was showing. The walls were slipping. The moon had risen and the night spread its deep blue glow. They stared at one another waiting to see what would happen next. Behind the silence tension had sprouted.

"Yes. If it stops, well, it means the show's over." You tried to laugh away the uneasiness hoping the conversation would change quickly.

Wally laughed montone and robotic, "Hahaha, what show would that be?"

"The, uh, Y/N show." Your heart sank.

He was confused, "How would I turn it back on?"

"You can't. No one can, really. Maybe I'm not explaining it right," You sat up, "My heart is why I'm alive. When it stops beating I'll be.. not alive."

Wally sat up and stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours. They widened as yours winced.

"What happens when you're not alive, neighbor?"

"I imagine it's us returning to the primordial soup, the creation of all things, but I don't know."

"So when your heart stops, you'll no longer be here?" Wally's voice cracked as he struggled with the weight of what he just learned. The pieces were not clear and didn't fit well together, but from the jagged edges came an idea so startling it caused him to cry. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head. Neither of you spoke as Wally clung to you listening once more to your heart.

"That isn't right now. Right now I'm here with you still living, still with a beating heart. You can hear it whenever you need to. Imagine my heart beats for you, too." You spoke softly, your words barely a whisper in the dark.

You sat there for a while just holding one another. It felt like new questions were waiting to pour out from the both of you. New conversations waiting to be explored. Things to understand and things meant to cause arguments. Why did it suddenly feel like these things now had an even tighter deadline? Like they might not ever be spoken of. The potential of you and I was a burden threatening to drag us under.

With Wally's head against your chest and your hand absently rubbing his back, you could let yourself believe an ending was far off. This moment could last forever through the winding night, through the rising sun, and through the cool blue of daytime skies. If this was the anchor in the now uncertain ending then so be it. Assume for a second this is all there is. Being here together for a moment in a lifetime of change and hardship was more than enough.

"If.. You leave. That loss would change me. You'll have gone somewhere I can never go." Wally spoke next, his voice would shake and crack.

"An eventual inevitability, but not right now. I promise I'll stay right where you can see me for as long as I possibly can."

"I'll memorize the tempo of your life, Y/N."

#wally darling #welcome home wally #espresso-musings #wally darling x you #welcome home fandom #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x gn reader #wally welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally my beloved #welcome home x reader #x reader #gn reader #gn y/n #death and life #the everyday life of wally darling #x yn

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butcharium · 10 months

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Manifest for me please I am applying for work in the store of a former Savile Road tailor I just want to be surrounded by nice formal menswear so badly and maybe even pick up on some tailoring or mending 😭

Just hope he'll accept a fat butch in his store :)))

#i have been told k have a good eye for clothes and also i love dressing formally im everyday situations #this is s place i could wear a tie for work.... 👀#musings

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gentil-minou · 7 months

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Xiantober Day 6 - The Streets of Yiling

"Lan Zhan…someone's following us."

His husband turns to him, a twitch in his left eye brow and the subtle downturn revealing his concern.

It was Wei Wuxian who'd ask to take this route back to Gusu, wistful about a time long gone.

It would be just his luck for the Yiling Patriarch to be ambushed and mugged on the streets of Yiling itself, his domain of all places!

They'd be able to take the hoodlum down, of course, but it's the principle of the thing!

It's late, with few villagers milling around and shadows creeping in corners.

Most shops and vendors have finished pedaling their wares and have closed up for the day. Even Wei Wuxian and his husband had been looking for an inn to spend the night.

A lot has changed, but some hasn't. The inn they'd eaten at is still there, even though the proprietor isn't the same as the one who served them all those years ago.

"Wei Ying?"

He startles from his carefully observation of their surroundings by Lan Zhan's large hand, the one that wields Bichen and defeated thousands, placing itself gently on Wei Ying's shoulders, as if they're the most precious in the world.

A year of marriage. Wei Wuxian should be used to this, but of course he's not. Frankly he doesn't ever want to be.

"Do you hear it? Lan Zhan? Someone's shuffling around behind us."

Lan Zhan tilts his head adorably and it would be extremely irrational for Wei Wuxian to jump his husband right now…but…

He listens for a sound, taking Wei Ying's claims seriously as always, before shaking his head no.

That's odd. The shuffling was so distinct, sticking out in a background of quiet murmurs and doors closing, lights being shut and people saying goodnight to their loved ones.

It can't be an animal, there are no growling noises and if there were Lan Zhan would have carried him away.

These steps sound softer, quiet. Like they're barely even there.

The next time he hears it, just before they enter that familiar inn. Wei Wuxian turns around quickly.

He spots a head peeking from around a corner, staring right at him. What's surprising is the head is on a body much shorter than he'd thought.

It's a child, dressed in rags with hair matted to the point where it would need to be cut off entirely.

The child is terribly familiar.

"Lan Zhan, you go on ahead, I'll catch up."

His husband must see something in his expression because be nods and, after pressing a sweet kiss against his forehead, walks into the inn.

Wei Ying squares his shoulders and follows the boy as he runs off into an alley.

The boy is sorting through bots of trash, still sneaking glances to make sure Wei Wuxian is still there. Wei Wuxian crouches down next to the kid, and contemplates the selection before them.

"Those watermelon rinds are no good, they won't fill you up. The radishes are better."

The boy pouts and shakes his head.

Wei Wuxian sighs, "Believe me, I know! I hate radishes too. Here, this'll make it better." He pulls out the jar of chilling oil from his robes and pours a bit onto the radish. It's too much for a normal child, but it will be fine in this case.

The boy gives him a skeptical look under his knotted hair, but hunger is hunger, and he eats it in one bite.

His brown eyes open wide and turn bright and sunny. He grins at Wei Wuxian, lips stretched into a smile that seems like he was born with it.

Ah, just as he'd expected.

"How is it, A-Ying?"

His younger self nods excitedly and reaches a hand for the jar. Wei Wuxian lets him, knowing no harm will come to him even if he downs the whole bottle.

"A-Ying, what are you doing here so late?"

He can guess his age and knows there's no home to return to right now, not for many more years to come.

A-Ying shakes his head nonchalantly as he licks some chili oil off the tip of his fingers. He does a little dance when he eats that makes Wei Wuxian smile. He still does it too.

He hasn't figured out why his younger self is here, but one thing he's learned is that even if tries to learn everything a thousand new questions form and beg to be answered. Sometimes it's easier just to accept life's many mysteries.

He rests his chin in his hand and sits there for a while, watching A-Ying place chili oil in any vegetable scrap he gets, each time delighting at the burst of flavor. He laughs when A-Ying scrunches his nose at the taste of it on a sour apple, which makes A-Ying let out a string of silent giggles.

The full moon above them is about to begin its descent, and Wei Wuxian has a feeling that will be it. He's not sure how he knows, but he feels it deep in his bones.

Admittedly, he doesn't have the best experience with kids, but well A-Yuan turned out alright! Even if Lan Zhan did most of that...

But still, there has to be something. It feels wrong to leave just like this...

"A-Ying," he calls, and the boy turns to him in answer. He crouches down in front of him, tucking his chin into his small, so very very small, hand. A perfect mirror image.

"You're so brave, every day. But you know, some days you don't have to be. Some days you can be sad."

"You can frown and glare and yell and shout. You don't have to smile always, you know? The people who love will still love you if you can't."

A-Ying tilts his head in confusion, and ah so that's where Lan Zhan learned that from. Wei Wuxian is making this all up as he goes, but he has an idea of what he needs to say.

"And people do love you, ya know? It isn't always easy, but it never is. But yeah. You're gonna have a shijie and shidi who love you even if they show it in different ways, and a family that's not yours who loves you even if times are tough and they all leave you." His voice chokes up at the end. "Or you leave them..."

A-Ying rests his little hand on Wei Wuxian's knee in comfort and Wei Wuxian huffs a laugh. He doesn't remember being this receptive when he was young.

He takes that small hand in his and just, wow. This body is new, yes, but how was he ever this tiny? He puts their palms against each other, A-Ying's barely reaching his fingers. For some reason this makes him want to cry even harder.

"And you're gonna meet a boy, the most amazing talent beautiful boy ever. And he's going to love you as much as you love him. And he's going to make sure you always have chili oil and he's gonna help you wake up in the morning and he's going to tell you everyday, even if he doesn't say it out loud, just how much he loves you. How happy he is you're in the world. "

The moon begins setting, and the ends of A-Ying's hair turn into smoke carried away by the wind. He hasn't noticed yet.

"And you're going to have a home. It won't be the one you imagined when you were little. But you're gonna have a home, A-Ying. You're going to be okay. Eventually, you'll be okay. You're gonna love yourself too, one day. I promise."

He grins, extra wide and extra bright and A-Ying grins back, perfectly identical.

"Thank you, A-Ying, and I'm sorry."

Wei Wuxian reaches out a hand to touch his cheek and let's the tears fall as the ghost of his childhood self fades away into smoke, evaporating into the air to join the clouds and stars above.

Wei Wuxian lets himself sit back on the ground and sniffles, heaving a sigh. Then he realizes something, and throws his head back in a laugh that echoes.

A-Ying took the chili oil with him.

He hears Lan Zhan call for him from the mouth of the alley, and he gets up to join him as he claps his hands together to remove the dust.

He's not sure of he'll tell him what just happened or not. This feels like a moment just for him, something he wants to keep for himself, at least for now.

(threadfic here)

#i really like this one #i might make it into a proper oneshot #also im so impressed i've managed to do one everyday so far but idk how long i can keep up sdkjfhs #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed #wei ying #wei wuxian #xiantober #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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lilacsleeps · 15 hours

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Just hit a new level:

Mondays aren't the only struggle anymore. The whole week feels like an uphill battle now.

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ride-a-dromedary · 8 months

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I initially pitched Halsin/Shadowheart/Astarion as an off-hand thing, but the more I think about it, the more serious I am about it, actually, because they'd be good for one another.

And now I'm just thinking of how the three of them - based in implications in canon- were prematurely removed or separated from their heritages and their families.

Halsin mentions his entire lineage ending with him, with the rest of his family long gone, which along with some other things implies there was some kind of tragedy there. Astarion was "killed" and turned at age 39 and likely never saw his family again either. Shadowheart had her parents snatched and her literal memories wiped. And they were relocated to new communities (a far worse one in Astarion's case), but they never really fit in with or adjusted well to those either based in implications and outright stating so (for various reasons).

And I'm not *sure* where I'm going with this, but I feel like the three of them can actually level with one another extremely well.

#BG3 musing #halsin also says he looks more and more like his father everyday and that punches me in the feelings #the three of them are just very lonely people and it gets to me okay #and like they all call these other places their 'families' (extremely sardonically in astarion's case)#yet they arent really #idk where im going with this just...they're displaced and maybe they can find community in one another #like cazador is an elf and so are most of his spawn but lbh that doesn't count in regards to community #ANYWAY maybe i'll have a more cohesive thought later but...them #it's misery loves company but no one understands like others who UNDERSTAND yknow #plus shadowheart and astarion's love language is sarcasm and quips and halsin's love language #is accepting those barbs and good naturedly returning them #this is for my audience of one being me

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romaritimeharbor · 9 days

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oh also MY GIRLLLLLL SIGNORA WEEPS SOBS CRIES

#✧— aphe's musings.#MOVE CAPITANO GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU ARE IN HER PERSONAL SPACE 🙄🙄🙄🙄 ❗️❗️❗️ /lh /hj #YOU ARE DISTRACTING FROM HER BEAUTY #i miss her everyday sighhh #edit: capitano's normal ass shoes LMFAO #edit 2: “i have to go to work now” ass shoes #i'm sorry capitano but your shoes are a little silly pls forgive me 😔🙏

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illholy · 2 months

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▓ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔.

⸻ JUDITH. (oc)

⸻ L.aios T.ouden ╱ D.ungeon M.eshi

╰┈➤ 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ( again )

⸻ B.yakuran & S.hoichi I.rie ╱ H.itman R.eborn

⸻ A.M ╱ I have no m.outh.

⸻ some oc i had made when i was 14.

╰┈➤ 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

⸻ S.hoichi I.rie, B.ianky ╱ H.itman R.eborn

⸻ Sucrose ╱ G.enshin I.mpact

⸻ U.kaku S.anzo ╱ S.aiyuki

⸻ R.iruka D.okugamine, L.uppi A.ntenor, ╱ B.leach

⸻ A ╱ D.eathnote

⸻ varios oc

tagged by absolutely no one, but please do take this and say i tagged you.

#◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ ooc ╱ my art #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ tagging games.#* i did not include my discord skit of writing gojo satoru because i hate him so much its not even funny.#* everyday i think about A.M and everyday i die a little inside #* shoichi is my forever muse .

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scarletooyoroi · 5 months

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"Why does the realm of light novels tilt to these obscenely long names..." All he wanted was a good morning read!

Having a paragraph for a series title is too much of a mouthful. What happened to some old fashioned simplicity?

"Then again, maybe this oddity known as giant trucks transferring people through death to unknown lands is too bizarre of a concept.."

Why call it truck-kun no less?

#| IC Musings #| Mini open #everyday the yae publishing house #throws him between chaos and fun

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voxxcd · 1 month

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((after the tag on my last post another reminder to those following my vox is not always the fun kind of awful-))

#ooc #((everyday i post and hope i do not get cancelled))#((im hiding this in here why tf did that wake his muse up so much dude))

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festivelyfestive · 1 year

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you know it’s time to rewatch reservoir dogs when stuck in the middle with you starts sounding normal again

#i have it on my everyday playlist #reservoir dogs #fthesis musings

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h20milk · 3 months

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🎂 new years celebration!

#nova claranoo #be my muse!#my art #oc droplets #oc #digital art #illustration #gotta upload all my art ive done for my ocs somewhere so here it goes TEEHEE #for novas birthday! January 1st!!!#ill be uploading everyone else’s birthday art everyday although they’re a little dated! (it’s just from a year ago lol)#2024 #original art

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runaway-dreamers · 11 months

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Could I ask a Wally x Reader reunion request? Like reader found a way to leave Home and go back to their world, but they learn they can’t return for at least a month or two.

And they do eventually come back apologizing to Wally and then to everybody else. Some angst ending with fluff?

I may have gotten a tad bit excited by this ask.

[Part 1 ◇ 2 ◇ 3]

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At the end of all I knew, I find the beginning of you and I.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

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Demands piled high, and you were only so fast to fill them. You were tucked in a corner by the espresso machine. The revolving door of needy customers never slowed, their unspoken requests needing tending to. The jaded opening baristas were already planning what to get from the bar a few stores down . One coworker was taking orders and making small talk at the register, another was next to you pulling shots. Your feet remained in two squares, turning to and from the machine grabbing milk for the sweating ice cups and hissing steam wands.

A whisper from a passing shadow, "Smile more, you're scaring the customers."

You duck your head pulling your cap low. With shaking hands you attempt to pour milk into a pitcher only to have it spill, split by the edge. Rag in hand you wipe away the mess, but the blurring of your vision makes it difficult. The room threatens to spin as if wanting you tossed off your feet. Your stomach twists pushing your heart into your throat. Your body steels for the expected impact. Nothing changes, and the line keeps moving. Standing there inside your head allowed orders to pile.

Idling there disrupted the flow, "Y/N, this one needs regular milk, did you grab the right one?"

"Mhm, yes, yes. Regular." You barely finished your sentence, your voice fading. The cup had been placed on the counter where a hand extending from the growing mass snapped it up. You watched it until it was out of view, absorbed by the bustling chaos.

Turning back to the machine, something red glints off of it. Your single dangling earring taps against your jaw, but the weight of it soothes you. You sigh softly and the side of your lip lifts into a quick smile. It was a bright red apple cut in half with two little black seeds on it. When you touch it you can feel the smooth rise and fall of its shape.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump in surprise, "Take your break, Y/N, you're distracted."

With a nod you stepped away. The smile on your face flattened to a thin line as you grabbed your bag. For a moment you thought about leaving and heading straight home. The comfort of your couch called to you, but you knew leaving would cost your coworkers their break. Instead you slipped out of the store and walked to the gas station a few blocks away.

Reddish-brown leaves were falling from twisted branches high above you. The breeze rattled them, shaking them loose until they fluttered down, settling on the ground. Life felt like it slowed to a crawl with the colder months rounding the corner. You briefly thought about what sort of soups Poppy would be making, and if Howdy was stocking caramel apples. The gas station came into view.

Inside the parking lot, tucked behind the old building, was a dumpster. Around it were old buckets, crates, and wood in various stages of rot. Reaching tree branches from the other side of the fence formed a canopy overhead. There was a touch of coziness here as the sound of busy life faded into the distance.

Your favorite overturned crate was still here just as you had left it. Before sitting down you removed a carefully wrapped container from your bag. Half of this morning's blunt rested inside along with your lighter. Held between your lips, you attempted to light it. The flint struck once, twice, three times before a strong enough flame was lit. You held it to the snubbed blunt letting it take hold. The embers burned a bright red as you inhaled. On the exhale you let yourself comfortably slump against the fence, shutting your eyes.

This passing summer had been unbearable, but in the autumn chill you found yourself asking for its return. The cold ran deep soaking into your bones and mixing with your blood. You pulled your scarf up over your ears. Each puff untethered you. Smoke drifted out from your nose caressing your skin as it drifted up, the wispy tendrils passed easily between the strands of your hair.

Your hand trailed over the earring feeling along the shape of it. It was originally part of a set, but the other side had been lost in a pocket between here and there. It had been a gift, one made specially for you. Lovingly shaped by careful hands. If the other side remained in Home, you imagined he kept it close to him at all times. This gave you comfort as you remembered the time spent there.

When you first arrived in Home, you were greeted by a whole cast of friendly faces. Julie created games for you to play. Frank and Eddie would take you bug watching. Howdy always found ways to indulge your sweet tooth. Barnaby invited you out on strolls, imparting wisdom and bad jokes. Poppy taught you how to bake. And Wally was there every step of the way. Life back in your reality wasn't as grand, as you came to remember, but it hadn't been your choice to go. Just like it hadn't been your choice to leave. You were ripped away from all you knew and fell through a hole in the universe.

On an outing you brought up your confusing feelings while bug watching. Eddie had suggested that you at least keep it an open idea, and Frank agreed. There were no clear paths and not many options. Choices weren't a choice unless they were found to be possible. Everyone stressed that should the time come, the final decision was up to you.

You weren't fully convinced to stay or go, but at the time you couldn't rule out any foreseeable options. Despite how close you all had grown, you had felt that you couldn't fully belong. They all knew how homesick you were, especially Wally, and his words were still clear in your mind.

"Hmm, that is a tough one," Wally spoke slowly, his eyes looking thoughtful, "If you found a way home, you could properly answer that question. It would be undeniable, neighbor, whatever your deepest desires are."

You tried to remember things as clearly as possible, but every memory led back to the end. His laughter turned to screams, his hopeful eyes brimming with terror, hands struggled to hold on. The pull of the void was too great, and you fell into the endless darkness. All you remembered was his face laced with regret. He was shouting frantically as you were swallowed whole. All you could do was watch as the darkness consumed your vision. Twice you had fallen, twice you had to confront your mounting losses.

That day played on repeat in your head. You tried to scrub the fading fragments in search of subtle meanings. Were those little glances something more? The softening of his eyes, the pink of his cheeks, was that something you only imagined? Your bag was crumpled on the ground near you. With a rough shake you undid the partially closed zipper and pulled out a beaten up notebook.

Page after page were filled with grainy crayons and smooth colored pencils. Splatters of smudged paint obscured the already warped images and words. Those scribbles had been notes you kept while living in Home. You smiled fondly as your thumb rubbed the coarse texture. It ended up a collective journal meant to be shared. Everyone had pitched in and wrote something about their day.

It looked like the pages had been stained with a painter's used water cup. Over these stained pages you had tried drawing each of them from memory. It became harder to remember what they looked like, but eyes remained. Each one detailed and alive, but lacking familiarity.

Drops of rain fell onto the page popping your bubble of solitude. Your break was over all too soon. As you put everything back in your bag the thought of walking away returned, nagging and incessant. It coiled around your stomach and squeezed itself into a ball. Nothing about this was right. You left the gas station without a word heading towards the bus stop. They managed without you for five months, they'll survive one shift.

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"Howdy has some caramel coated apples all neatly packaged at the bodega." Frank was at the kitchen sink washing a pumpkin. They were scrubbing in particular circular motions, dunking it into clean water every now and again.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Howdy said he got them specially ordered." Eddie was at the table sorting through some letters.

"I know it's just you at the post office, but I wish you wouldn't bring work home." Frank dumped the brownish water down the sink. They took a clean rag and patted the pumpkin dry.

"You're right, there's always tomorrow." Eddie chuckled as he packed the partially sorted mail up and slid the box under the table. He leaned back in his seat with a loud sigh. The sound of a knife splitting the gourd filled the kitchen.

Frank spoke up, "So.. Have you noticed Wally around lately?"

"I see him walkin' often. More so than usual, and very slowly, too." He drawled, waiting for Frank to share what was on their mind.

"Earlier today, he declined another invite from Julie." Frank's words dripped with growing concern. Their frown was even more pronounced than usual. Eddie could read the tension on his husband's body.

"I noticed that change in him, yes, but it's to be expected. Loss can-"

"It's our fault." They spoke harsher than expected.

Frank left the knife in the flesh of the pumpkin. The piece flopped to the side as it was let go. They leaned against the edge of the sink. Each passing second marked by the dripping faucet.

Eddie started, "Now, Frank, don't think that way. It won't help nothin'."

"No, Eddie, no. We both told Y/N to keep it an open option," Their eyes filled with tears, "And now look, they've gone! Vanished!"

Another long silence. Eddie was staring at the table. Though he wanted to remain strong for Frank he knew that he couldn't deny those feelings any longer.

Eddie spoke with emotion thick in his voice, "Wally leaves letters addressed to Y/N."

"Yeah?" Frank turned away, pain evident on their face, "And what does he say?"

"He says he wants to find a way to get these letters to 'em. I told him I'd find a way," Eddie chuckled at this, but his eyes were wet with unshed tears, "There's no impossible task for a guy like me."

They eyed Eddie's profile, "I think we could make that a reality," Frank spoke quietly.

Eddie narrowed his eyes as he sat up straighter, "How so, darling?"

"Dear, and don't be mad," Stepping away from the sink, a flicker of fear crossed Frank's face, "I was looking around the area Y/N was last seen, uh, for the void Wally keeps talking about."

"And why would you go and do something dangerous like that?" Eddie was trying his best to remain calm, he stood up from his seat and walked closer to his husband, "What if you went and got dragged down, too? Who knows what's on the other end of that thing!"

"I get it! I really, really do!"

"Is that so, Frank?" Eddie responded.

"Hear me out, please?" Frank stepped closer to Eddie, arms crossed and eyes searching.

Eddie softened as he looked into Frank's eyes, "Please be careful, that's all I'm asking of you," Eddie spoke softly as he embraced Frank.

Frank sighed, relaxing into the hug, "I think I found the hole."

"What? What do you mean?" Eddie looked down at Frank. He was holding him by his shoulders squeezing ever so slightly.

"I.. dropped a note through it not too long ago. It's right next to a field of wild pumpkins." Frank shifted on his feet.

"Was the note for Y/N?" Eddie asked. His hands rubbed along Frank's arms.

"Yes, and, well, see this is where it gets strange."

Frank stepped away from Eddie. Their bag was resting by the kitchen doorway. They picked it up and brought it over to the table where they dug around for something. Eventually Frank removed a notebook, and inside the notebook was a neatly folded note.

Frank looked at Eddie, "I got a response."

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