#but don't let yourself get caught up in the negatives for too long because it will dampen you fan experience so much

[bblovetarot]

{༉} What is your soul craving?

ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ 

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't! 

Pile 1

Pile 1, your soul is urging you to stop blocking your own path. There's a message echoing to "do the right thing," and this could mean various things for everyone. It suggests a need to ease up on self-criticism and avoid placing blame externally. Taking accountability for your actions is crucial, recognizing that every choice has consequences, whether positive or negative. Your soul craves for you to take a leap of faith, listen to the deep call within your heart, and follow your intuition when making decisions. It seeks novelty and growth, urging you to break free from repetitive cycles by making conscious choices. Look at yourself objectively and understand that while past hurtful events may not be your fault, you do have the power of free will. Reflect on where your free will comes into play in your life and how you can avoid situations that leave you feeling wronged. Your soul sees these experiences as lessons, prompting you to learn from them and apply those lessons to start a new beginning. Embrace change, let go of the old, and welcome the new. Now is the time to align with your true path, one that excites and possibly scares you—a path leading to genuine happiness. Start doing what makes you happy, whether it's learning something new or pursuing a business idea. The path to your true calling is already laid out; all you need to do is accept the call, Pile 1.

Pile 2

Pile 2, it seems that many of you are undergoing a spiritual awakening, but there's resistance to embracing the new path that's calling you. Your soul is urging you to surrender to this transformative process, releasing old belief systems that no longer serve you. This period is a rebirth for you, and while it can be intimidating, your soul is encouraging you to flow with it rather than resist. Fear of the unknown may be holding you back, unsure if you're ready for what's to come. However, your soul is asking you to let go, to allow the universe to guide you through this transition. Surrender control and trust the process, Pile 2. For many of you, overthinking and wanting to predict outcomes can be a common tendency. Your soul is calling for a more relaxed approach and a return to the joy of your inner child. Life doesn't always require serious contemplation; sometimes, you just need to live. Your soul is craving for more fun and playfulness. It wants you to listen to its subtle whispers, guiding you to the path that's right for you. Don't take life too seriously; let go of the need to know every outcome in advance. As changes occur and things leave your life, your soul advises you not to get too caught up in the departing elements. Take them for what they are and embrace the new opportunities that are emerging. Transformation can be scary because it's uncertain, but just like a little bird learning to fly, it might be scary at first, but it leads to growth and freedom. Embrace the new, Pile 2.

Pile 3

Pile 3, your soul is urging you to surround yourself with things, people, and situations that align with your true happiness. It seems like you may be caught in a routine, and the joy in life has diminished for some of you. Perhaps something you've longed for has arrived, but its unfolding isn't bringing the happiness you expected. Some of you might be feeling frustrated with the slow progress, even though there is movement, albeit at a pace slower than desired. You appear to be someone deeply committed to your pursuits, taking a steady rather than rushed approach. Your soul encourages you to stay true to yourself and not let others dictate your actions or methods. What matters is what you believe and envision for yourself. Many of you are dedicated to something significant, and your soul is advising you to clear out anything that doesn't belong in your life right now—habits or people that don't align with your path. It's crucial to eliminate anything that drains you emotionally and doesn't bring motivation, inspiration, or happiness into your life. Your soul wants you to protect yourself and reclaim your energy from past situations that may have left scars. If you're dealing with complex post-traumatic stress disorder (CPTSD) or flashbacks from the past, there's a need to prioritize healing. Don't let the past dictate your future. Your soul is also emphasizing the importance of connecting with others. Stop isolating yourself and reach out to new people or those already in your life who resonate with you. Enjoy the small things in life, and don't let the past repeat itself. The universe is supporting you, bringing you to people who are part of your soul tribe. Take that first step, whether big or small, and trust that the universe has your back, Pile 3.

#tarot pac #tarot reading #intuitive reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pac #tarot

[thecherrytarot]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

how will they heal you?

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo you feel the most drawn to and please remember that this is a general reading so take what resonates!! 

listen to: love me like that by Sam Kim

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

"you see the world in colours i view it black and white. paint me a picture, out of the lines that i live in all of the time"

They will heal you by letting you shine in your feminine energy, regardless of your gender. With them, you feel in touch with your divine feminine energy and your creative side will shine. They will help you gain strength and for some of you, it could even mean that they give you the strength and confidence to be vulnerable and show emotions. You no longer have to pretend that you are some cold-hearted person that isn't affected by anything. I just saw someone crying alone and then heard a voice say "It is okay, let it out, I am here with you" so take however that resonates. They will help you by showing you the world through a new and better perspective. You will stop looking at life through illusions and negative ways. I feel like in some way or the other they will remind you of your past self, the one that you had to leave behind in order to move forward. They will bring that version of you back and make you believe in a 'magical world' once again.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

"sunshine left today, got caught in the rain, all alone. can you come and pick me up from my blues? or am I late to ask you?"

This might be someone who is a foreigner and/or a long distance and for some of you, you might meet them when studying abroad (either you or them also could be both) I keep thinking about the movie "Like Crazy" where an American guy falls in love with a British student but yours is with a much happier ending. They will heal you by being there for you, life will feel less complicated and you will feel like all that you have been through was worth and now no matter what happens you will rise because now you have someone that has your back. You will get out of your bubble with them and be more sociable and childlike (i keep imaging a bunch of friends driving in a car late at night, listening to indie/alt songs and singing out loud, laughing and having the time of their lives) also instead of how will they heal, I'm getting the message of the connection feels like. There will be a strong psychic connection between you and them, the moment your eyes meet you will know and they will know that this is the "warmth" that you both have been searching for. Like when Lana Del Rey said it in her poem called The land of 1,000 fires, "I have never really fallen in love but whatever this feeling is i wish everyone could experience it."

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

(this pile has a similar message to pile 1, so make sure to check it out in case you felt drawn to it)

"i get defensive and insecure my own worst critic behind a closing door, i'm fragile and fractured, that's for sure, i burned myself down to the ground. oh, can I ask of you to treat me soft and tender, love me hard and true? keep my heart from building walls so high, you can't get through, treat me soft and tender"

They will heal you by helping you love yourself and how you need to give importance to yourself first and that too in a healing manner instead of selfish (your old pattern) You might have thought that you knew how to take care of yourself by prioritizing yourself but still found yourself being stuck in the same old negative cycles, they will help you understand the true and the raw meaning of self-love. They help you by providing the stability that you always desired. I feel like a lot of you were abandoned in the past and after that, you put your guard up and pushed people away from you but then you come across them, and it takes you by surprise because you didn't expect to catch feelings for someone so fast. You found yourself in a dilemma because you have such strong feelings for them and yet, you feel afraid cause you don't want them to abandon you. Don't worry, they will help you get out of your old and no longer-needed mindset of resisting the change that you know will set you free.

#future spouse tarot reading #fs tarot reading #fs tarot #love tarot reading #love tarot #free tarot reading #pac tarot #pac reading #general tarot reading #tarot reading #pick a card reading #free tarot #love pac #fs pac

[gatitties]

Shanks( crew or just Shanks), Mihawk and Whitebeard's (crew) with a YN who have ADHD/ASD, and who therefore avoid going out on the ship for fear of causing problems and who feel excluded because of the problems

─Red Hair Pirates, Mihawk & Whitebeard Pirates x adhd/asd!reader

─Summary: You think all you're doing is causing trouble, but they just don't care, they will always be there for you

─Warnings: none

─ You began to lock yourself inside the ship after in one of your spontaneous hyperactivity attacks you almost made everyone burn.

─ Also, sometimes it's difficult for you to communicate with other people, although Yassop can help you with this because it's usually with him that you go out to buy supplies, you feel that you are simply useless for needing someone to help you have a minimum of communication with other people.

─ So you thought you wouldn't cause trouble if you just stood aside, not doing tasks related to going out or shopping, not rushing into battle as carelessly as you'd like.

─ Shanks immediately noticed your absence, because you always made his day when he heard you babble everything that caught your attention in the daily newspaper, it was a routine that you followed religiously.

─ He thought that you had simply gotten sick at first, it wouldn't be the first time that you forget that some islands have a drastic change in temperature, your mind only worries about snowflakes at first and then it's too late.

─ But Benn had seen you hanging around the deck while they had some small battles, you usually liked to participate, even though your mind wandered sometimes, his pistol always stopped the guys who tried to take advantage of your distraction.

─ Lucky Roux also noticed that you didn't go to the card competitions that you used to like, and he immediately told his captain, they all seemed to notice how you were getting further and further away from them and preferred to spend time alone.

─ Shanks took care to nip all those negative thoughts in the bud, they weren't bothered by your little peculiarities or 'uncommon' habits, what's more, they thought they made you unique in a certain way, and they admitted that even they need help from other people sometimes, so you shouldn't fight your impulses alone, they are there for you.

─ It's very easy to notice how you distance from him because there are practically three of you in the big castle after Zoro left.

─ Normally he would find you organizing everything that bothers you next to Perona, your mind just calms down when you see the shelves organized in a certain way.

─ Or every weekend you and she get manicures without fail, a little habit you can't stop doing.

─ He also usually sees you running through the immense corridors or even finding you lost because you forgot where you were going in the first place and those corridors are like a maze.

─ The fact is that one day you began to think that your attitude was somewhat irritating to him, you interpreted his silent personality with that and your mind always takes the most negative path of things.

─ You used to like traveling with him, but you cut that habit so fast that he was even more surprised, you loved going out exploring or having fights with other pirates.

─ When he asked you about why you lied about changing some habits in your unwavering routine, this man didn't believe a single word and his single look made you so self-conscious that you ended up letting go of everything you thought.

─ You earned a heavy sigh from him and a few pats on the head, he clarified that you were not irritating, neither your habits nor your impulses bothered him at all.

─ At first you didn't believe him, he had to drag you out of the castle by force so that you could accompany him to the nearest island to do the shopping, luckily your mind just managed to wander long enough in the market to let the whole thing slide.

─ Although he had to get you out of the castle more so that you ended up forgetting the thoughts that you were a bother to him.

─ You thought that everyone ignored you or did not take you into account because sometimes you had caused problems on some islands.

─ Fault for distracting and starting a fight with the wrong people, fault for not being able to express yourself well on some occasions, you thought that all you were doing was putting others in unnecessary trouble.

─ Even though everyone seemed to not care what made you think they were simply ignoring you, it made you feel even worse that they were the ones who got you out of all the trouble you accidentally got into.

─ You decided that the best thing would be to lock yourself in your room or not come back down from the ship at all so you wouldn't cause problems.

─ The thing is that Izo noticed your state as soon as he saw that you skipped some of your daily 'rituals' that were something obligatory to do in your day to day, Thatch also noticed how you stopped wanting to go shopping with him, normally you liked it browse the small shops with him.

─ Ace, who was the one who accompanied you in your moments of hyperactivity with your silly ideas, he also noticed how you resisted the urge to jump into an adventure without knowing what fate would bring you.

─ Marco was also surprised that you didn't go to his office to order his medical equipment in that exact way to please your mind, you always knew when something was moved one more millimeter to the right or left.

─ Everyone talked to Whitebeard about your behavior, they panicked when they thought you wanted to leave the crew, but the captain calmed everyone down saying that he would talk to you about it.

─ You simply couldn't hide how you felt about the situation to your father figure so you let your concerns about whether or not you were annoying come to light, earning you a laugh from Whitebeard.

─ He put you on his lap and explained that their lack of interest in your problems was because they weren't even problems for them, and your habits weren't irritating at all, you're part of the family and they would defend you to the death if necessary.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #headcannons #sfw #reader #reader insert #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates x reader #dracule mihawk #shanks #red head pirates #request #reader is not specified so... #fem reader #male reader #gnreader

[shiin-ye]

༊┊『Burning To Haze』𓇢𓆸

༊·˚ summary : A mistake,led to your world crumbling. A decision,led to him losing you.

༊·˚ warning : just angst and pain just because :)

༊·˚ a/n : I'm not sane. Never claimed to be,specially for this man :)

"Lies! Lies lies lies! It has to be a lie!" You keep saying breathlessly,your chest tightening with each breath you struggle to take as you run,even though you know the higher-ups don't just bark. The higher-ups can bite. And if they do,it'll leave a fatal wound,a scar that might always remain.

Satoru offered to teleport you,but you had to confront whatever they had in stock for you yourself,alone. Plus,you don't ever want him to see you cry,let alone crumbling and sobbing like there's no tomorrow.

You got close. So close you could see the smokes. So close you could hear the screams of the people caught up in your mistake. So close you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces.

You finally reach it,your hometown,a small village you grew up in with your family...or what it used to be,now that it's burning to ashes.

You fall down on your knees as you feel your world crumbling,endless streams of tears washing your face.

Of course,the higher-ups couldn't hit you directly,as you were a special grade sorcerer. So when you couldn't reach a mutual understanding with them and took your next step despite them,they used the next best option to teach you to obey,your dearest ones : your family.

You hear a deafening scream,yours,your body releasing a shockwave of cursed energy at the intensity of the negative emotions scattered in your body,forcing the flames to roar.

You lost them,it was long overdue. Your brother's smile and constant teasing about your crush. Your mother cooking for you whenever you got back from a mission regardless of the time. Your sister,asking you to braid her hair as she told you all about her raw ideas about how she's gonna help you.

You lost them all.

You scream and sob until you feel the taste of blood in your mouth,your throat bleeding because of your non-stop deafening screams. You look at your palms,painted crimson due to how much you hit them to the ground.

The scar the higher-ups left you will remain,making an irreversible mess of you by taking your everything.

How are you gonna live this through?

Even if you get a one-sided ticket to leave the jujutsu society,you know you can't live with this scar.

What if...you forget...?

What if you forget all about this incident in whole,with everything and everyone involved in it? And then you can leave the jujutsu society and maybe even confess to Satoru and live a normal life as a non-sorcerer.

That sounds like a plan.

The chains of your binding vow start to shape,the binding vow you set upon yourself that will take away your memories of this incident with everyone and everything involved in exchange for you leaving the jujutsu society.

"Y/n!"

No...

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice,and you see Satoru standing there,panting and sweating.

"Y/n!!"

Stop...

The memories you shared with Satoru flash in front of your eyes. All those years,all those feelings.

Memories of you comforting him after Suguru left. His face buried in your neck as he cried quietly while his shoulders shaked and you runned your hand through his snowy soft hair.

Memories of you waking up realizing you fell asleep leaning your head against his shoulder on the train ride back home and he let you,knowing how you wear yourself out.

Memories of him pulling your wrist,dragging you to the arcade,saying you need a break. Sometimes you lost to him on purpose just to see that spark in his eyes when he smiled.

"No..." you whisper,your voice barely audible,tears falling from your eyes again,this time for different reasons. "Stop...please..."

But it's too late. The binding vow is complete and any memories of the incident alongside anyone and anything involved are taken away from you,including Satoru Gojo.

And you fall unconscious.

When you woke up,you knew you did something,something that left you with a void deep in your heart.

What you didn't know was that you made a decision,to forget how you lost your dear ones. But you also had no idea how with that decision you forgot Satoru too,leading to him losing you. Losing his best friend,the love of his life,his hope and light.

You knew you had to leave the jujutsu society,clueless of the reason,and so you did,leaving Satoru with nothing but questions.

That day,your memories of him burned in the flames,leaving just a picture of a boy with snowy hair,running through the fields of sunflowers with you. What you were left of Satoru Gojo was a haze,unspoken words and vague emotions.

But he remembered everything,every single detail of you. Everything for him regarding you was crystal clear,except for the questions you left him with. And when you left,Satoru Gojo lost his everything.

✐ᝰ.divider by @/saradika-graphics

#〔𖤐Shin's work༉〕 #satoru gojo deserves the world and more #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #jjk angst

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Everybody Hurts

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

I am not sure how many chapters this will be. I will be posting a new chapter each Wednesday if you enjoy it and would like to keep reading. 😊

Word Count: 4.4K

Life was hard. It has been hard for the last week. Hell, it had been hard for the last year. Kind of tragic, actually. Dismal, depressing, somber, grim just like the weather for the past week. Nothing but gloomy skies, dark clouds, and heavy raindrops. It was like the weather had called to check in with your mood and the two decided to be twins because it would be fun. Let’s match outfits while you signs on the dotted line, making your failures all final. The weather had made it feel acceptable to lie in bed, curled up under the covers, hiding from the world. Who would want to do anything else when it was pouring and dark? But finally, today, sunshine was peeking through the clouds.

“It can’t rain all the time,” you whispered to yourself, quoting one of your favorite movies as you pulled your bike out of the garage, adamant that you were going to get some fresh air today, to get out of your rut. You were stuck in a constant loop of negativity that you couldn’t seem to break free from. This morning when you'd been woken by the sun shining in your eyes, you had decided no more. You were determined to claw your way out of this pathetic self pitying hole of despair. 

You pedaled out of the garage, tires splashing through the puddles, onto the roads still slick from the morning rain. There was a fresh and clean feeling to the air. The sky was more vibrant and the colors seemed vibrant after so many dull and drab days in a row. The trees were budding with spring blossoms and the grass was a lush green, the promise of summer on the horizon. 

You sucked down a huge lungful of air, the scent of new life, of cleansing the earth, filling your nostrils. It made you wish it could be that simple for you. That you could just stand out in the rain, arms wide open, letting the droplets wash everything dark and dirty away, leaving a shiny blank canvas ready for new, vivid colors and life to be splashed across it. 

But nothing was ever that easy. Cam had sat across from you two days ago, smirking, smugly satisfied, as his lawyer laid out the terms of your divorce. Everything that you'd eventually agreed to because the asshole was making it as difficult as possible, dragging it out, and you had just wanted it over. You had been dealing with this shit for the last eleven months, a shackle attached to your ankle, dragging y you down until you felt like you could barely walk. You would have agreed to anything if it meant y oucould finally walk away, finally be done for good. 

It was as if someone had hit the pause button on your life, nothing moving forward, you stuck in limbo for far too long. Not since the day you'd walked into your house, Cam’s naked ass thrusting against someone in the bed you shared. Your purse had hit the floor with a loud thud, keys clanging against the wood, alerting him and his friend to your early arrival. And when he’d jumped from the bed and spun around, you had caught sight of the girl beneath him. In that split second, when you thought your life couldn’t get any worse, it was so much worse. Your entire world tilted on its axis, getting knocked from orbit, hurtling through the black expanse of nothingness, cold and dark and dismal. 

That’s where you'd been stuck. Stuck for far too long. You were done letting him have so much power over you, done letting him keep you in stasis, not moving on, not even really living. You'd been having a pity party for your failure of a marriage for too long. It was past time that you took your life back and today was as good a day as any to start. 

You turned onto the main street of the small downtown, pulling up in front of the local coffee shop. Hopping off, you rolled your bike into the rack, not bothering to lock it. There was really no need in this small town. You couldn’t imagine much happened here. Nothing much had happened in your old town either and you could see it through the big glass window from inside anyway. 

Pushing through the door, you paused, inhaling the familiar scent of coffee beans and freshly baked goods, your mouth watering, stomach rumbling in anticipation. How had you been living here for four months and hadn’t visited yet? In your old town, you had been a frequent flier at the local coffee shop. Jan used to have your coffee and donut sitting on the counter every single morning, just waiting for you to grab before you headed into work. 

The thought of Jan caused a small pang, just a tiny hitch in your chest for everything you missed about your old life. Jan’s friendly smile, the easy way she always chatted with you about work and life, the little stories she would tell about her own marriage, the challenges of raising three boys. It had been a small town just like this one. A town where everyone knew each other. A simple coffee run could turn into an hour long chat before you knew it, glancing down at your watch in shock that so much time had passed and now you were running late for work. At least you had moved to another small town, something slightly familiar to you even if everything else was jarringly unfamiliar.

You approached the bakery display, your eyes devouring all of your options within. There were freshly baked breads, muffins, and donuts of all shapes and sizes. There were also mouth-watering cookies, tarts, and brownies. The case was filled with so many tempting treats that it was hard to resist the urge to buy one of everything. The different aromas tempted you to take a bite of each one. 

You tried so hard to eat healthy, to get all the protein like your Tae-Bo obsessed friends at home said you were supposed to, but baked goods were your weakness. Besides, over the past nine months, you'd lost fifteen pounds without even trying. Not the usual way of healthy eating and exercise. No, it was woeful weight loss, weight loss caused from a constant gnawing pain in your stomach. Finding out your husband was a cheating bastard and going through a painful divorce turned out to be a fail-proof way to drop some weight, but you definitely would not recommend it. Zero out of ten in your book. 

“Good morning,” came a lilting voice and you glanced up to see an older woman smiling at you, the smile warm and soft, welcoming. Her face was full of wrinkles but her eyes radiated a sense of joy and kindness. Soft white curls were cut short to her head as if she were haloed by a cloud. Two soft, wrinkled hands, deep blue veins that caught your attention, rested on top of the case. “What can I get for you, honey?”

The sun bounced off a gold band on her left hand, three small diamonds sparkling in the light, hitting you right in the eyes for a moment. You lost herself, wondering how long she’d been married. You imagined it had been years, probably met her husband when they were just teenagers and now, decades later, they were still head over heels for each other. Two people who had been successful at marriage, a woman who had chosen correctly, unlike you. 

“Hey there sweetheart, can I get you something?” the woman asked again when you didn’t answer and you tore your gaze from the ring and back to her face, that warm smile now more concerned than anything, probably thinking you were nuts or at least a bit unstable. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled softly, attempting to laugh it off. “I guess I’m still waking up. I need my caffeine, you know? Can I get a Persian roll and a vanilla latte, please?”

“Of course. Coming right up.”

You smiled and thanked her, silently kicking yourself for your moment of temporary insanity. It had been happening more and more these past months. Your eyes were always drawn to everyone’s left hands, searching for that familiar symbol of commitment. Then your brain would begin working overtime without you even consciously thinking about it. Was it a happy marriage or were they going through the motions? Did they have kids? Was it a recent marriage, newlyweds still in that blissful stage where their spouse could do no wrong? Had they been together for years, happy, soulmates written in the stars? Was it a second marriage? And if it was, were they happier? Did they find the right person this time around? Did someone get another shot at their happily ever after when they chose so poorly the first time around? Or did everyone only get one and if you screwed it up, you were doomed to spend the rest of your life miserable and alone?

“Here you go,” the lady, her name tag reading Millie, said as she handed over a brown paper bag and a paper coffee cup with a green sleeve. She glanced down at the register, hitting a couple of buttons. “That’s three dollars and twenty two cents, honey.”

You pulled out your wallet, giving her a five and tossing the change into the tip jar on the counter. The heat from the coffee was seeping through the paper and the sleeve, warming up your palm pleasantly. The aroma of it was like a comforting hug, instantly lifting your mood and making you feel more alert. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate mingling pleasantly together from your roll caused your stomach to rumble hungrily once again. 

“I haven’t seen you around,” Millie commented casually, tilting her head in interest. “Are you new to town?”

“Kind of.” You lifted one shoulder, shrugging slightly. You'd been living here for four months but besides work, you'd been a hermit, hiding in your house, buried under a blanket. This was the first time you'd ventured downtown besides the one time you'd trekked into Melvald’s to grab some lightbulbs. Of course she wouldn’t have seen you. Your cheeks flushed with shame, realizing how pathetic you were to not have even explored the new town you were living in. “I actually moved here about four months ago.”

“Really? And this is the first time you’re visiting my little coffee shop?” Millie asked, both hands pressing against her chest, clearly aghast at this news. “I would have thought word would have gotten to you sooner than that. How has no one mentioned my shop to you? This is the best place to get your morning caffeine fix. And my baking is the best in this town. Ask anybody. You try that roll and I guarantee you’ll be back.”

You laughed softly, the nostalgia of easy conversation with someone soothing you, “I have no doubt. Trust me, I am sure you will start seeing me frequently. I have a bit of a sweet tooth. It’s a problem, actually.”

Millie scoffed, waving her hand dismissively toward you, “Listen honey, this world is sour as they come. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a little sweetness. It’s good for the soul, I say. I’ve been eating my own baking for years and I’m healthy as a horse. All this nonsense about not eating any fat. You know all the diets I’ve seen in my long life? The master cleanse, diet pills, the grapefruit diet, the wine and egg diet. I could go on and on. Are you kidding me? They’re all ridiculous if you ask me. The worst was the cabbage soup diet.” She shuddered. “Talk about torture. I was hungry all the damn time and hungry makes me cranky as hell. Who wants to live like that?”

Your lips pressed together in amusement, very much enjoying Millie and her spirited personality, “Yeah, well, I’ve never been great at sticking to any kind of diet.”

Millie’s eyes roamed over your figure, snorting loudly, “Don’t see why you’d need to. You know what?” She ducked down behind the case and when she emerged again, she handed you another paper bag. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried one of my cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh, I really don’t need that and…”

“Please. A little extra sugar is not going to hurt you, sweetie. You look like you could use a little extra sweetness in your life right now. I can just tell,” Millie told you. “It’s on the house, okay?” She winked. “You just enjoy your breakfast.”

“Thank you,” you replied gratefully. “I really do love a good cinnamon roll.”

Millie smirked, one side of her mouth pulling up in amusement, “Well, then I will see you tomorrow morning because trust me, once you’ve tried mine, you’ll be hooked.”

You smiled, thanking her again before making your way over to a small table right by the window. Pulling out both treats, you placed them on top of their paper bags. Your eyes looked out along the main street as you pulled off a small bite of the Persian roll, popping it in your mouth. An audible groan fell from your lips as the combination of cinnamon, chocolate, and the buttery richness of the pastry combined on your tongue. Millie had every right to be as cocky about her baking as she was. You would definitely be back again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that one too. 

It was Saturday, the weekend, and you'd gotten everything done for your class the night before. You had the whole day ahead of you which should be a comforting thought. It was anything but. You had no idea how to fill all of that time but you damn well knew how you wouldn’t. You would not go back to the house. You would not give yourself the opportunity to cocoon yourself back up in blankets and lay on the couch all day, sinking into your feelings of failure as you watched hours of mindless television. No. No more of that. You were going to stay out all day, explore the town, find something to fill your time that had nothing to do with Cam or the divorce or your being a giant failure. 

And then it hit you. The library, that’s where you would go after this. You hadn’t read a book in months and you used to love to read, to escape into someone’s else’s problems, always so much worse than your own. Reading took you into a world of infinite possibilities, portals into realms where you could hide from reality for a while. Words were your passport and every chapter was a door being opened to a new adventure. With the endless number of books in the world, you had to be able to find a story that would make your problems seem like a cakewalk. 

A sense of ease washed over you as a plan began to form in your mind. You would ride over to the library, pick out a couple of books, and then you would head down by the lake. You hadn’t seen it yet but it had been one of the reasons you'd chosen this town, always having loved the water. You could find a nice bench and sit by the water, read for a few hours, lose yourself in someone else’s world for a little while. You could even find somewhere to grab a late lunch or early dinner, maybe go for a nice late afternoon walk through the woods during the warmest part of the day. 

As if the weather was on your side, as if it sensed the change in your mood and decided to go along with it, the sun shone through the clouds, lighting up every building along Main Street with a bright and cheerful glow. Sunlight glared off the glass storefronts of Main Street, welcoming you back to life, opening it’s warm embrace. It was the day beckoning you to come out and enjoy it, reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. 

You finished your breakfast, tossing half the cinnamon roll in the trash, hoping Millie didn’t notice. You really didn’t want to offend her because you definitely planned on coming back. The roll was just as amazing as she’d said it would be but you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. Your body hummed in anticipation of seizing the day, your soul buoyed at the prospect of having a plan for the first time in so long, finally seeing this new place that you were calling home. Grabbing your bike from the rack, you pedaled up Main Street, heading for the library. 

The Hawkins library was pretty small, but you managed to find a couple of books that piqued your interest, a new Stephen King and ‘Along Came a Spider.’ Horror and thriller which were exactly the kind of books you were looking for. No romance, no lost loves, no emotional roller coasters. You didn’t even want to venture into fantasy, which you usually loved, because there was almost always some kind of side romance plotline going on. Nope. You were moving on and the last thing you needed was a reminder of all that you'd lost, all that you might never have again. 

After filling out the paperwork for a library card and chatting for a bit with Marissa, the librarian, you stashed the books in your backpack and pedaled down to the lake. The warmth of the sun was the perfect contrast to the cool breeze that brushed along your skin as you sped along through the woods, enjoying the scenery and the chirping of birds as they celebrated the day too. There were no benches but you managed to find a fallen tree that was perfectly suited to your needs. Propping your bike up against it, you sat down, leaning against a large branch and opened up one of your books. 

It was a perfect spring day, the kind that fills you with giddy anticipation for summer. The sky was a robin’s egg blue, not a cloud in sight now that last night’s storms had passed. You gazed up, the treetops shimmering with afternoon light, the light casting various spots of the forest floor in a brilliant spotlight. It was quiet and peaceful out here. This might just become your new favorite spot. You couldn’t believe your luck that it was deserted on such a beautiful day. Why wasn’t this place swarming with people enjoying this flawless morning?

Relaxing back, you read for a while. The sound of the lake’s waves meeting the sand was a pleasant soundtrack playing subtly in the background as you got lost in the story. The wind brushed over your face, ruffled your hair, warm and welcome after so many months of winter. The leaves in the trees rustled gently, adding to nature’s own symphony of sounds. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this content, this at ease. Maybe the move to this little town, somewhere new and unmarked by painful memories, was going to be exactly what you needed. 

Just as you were getting to the climax of the book, your stomach rumbled, the sweet treats from the morning wearing off. You glanced down at your watch, shocked to see it was already three in the afternoon. Damn, no wonder you were hungry. You'd gotten lost reading for the past four hours. Packing your books back in your bag, you jumped on your bike, pedaling back into town, looking for somewhere to grab a late lunch. 

‘Hawkins Diner’ came into view. Not exactly the most original name but it would do. Slowing up, you slid your bike into the rack on the side of the place and headed inside. It felt like you had stepped back into the fifties, the place eerily seeming frozen in time. Black and white checkered tiles were dizzying under your feet. There was a long counter almost spanning the length of the diner with white and teal stools, chairs that matched around small formica tables scattered throughout the diner. A pie sat in a glass display near the register, a sign announcing that Banana Cream was the pie of the day.

“Hey there, go ahead and sit wherever you’d like. Tammy will be with you shortly,” a girl with red hair called out from behind the counter, sunglasses resting on her face. You found that a little odd but you weren't going to mention it. Maybe the girl was sensitive to the fluorescent lights or something. You found them quite annoying yourself.

“Oh, actually I was just going to place a to go order, if that’s okay?” you asked with a friendly smile. 

“Sure.” She waved you over and handed you a menu. “I’m Max. Take a look and let me know what you want and I’ll have the kitchen whip it up for you quick.”

You glanced over the menu, a bit overwhelmed by all of the options. This place offered just about anything and everything you could want, regardless of the time of day. You wavered between ordering breakfast or lunch but in the end lunch won. You settled on a BLT and fries, letting Max know and hopped up on a stool to wait when she told you it would be about ten minutes. 

The diner wasn’t very busy. It was a bit late for the lunch crowd and a bit early for the dinner crowd. There were a few guys sitting at a table with coffees and what looked like the remains of breakfast food. A young couple shared a milkshake at the other end of the counter, each of them sucking up the creamy sweetness through a straw while gazing moonily at each other. A family with three young kids sat at another table with burgers and fries all around, the two boys using their straws to blow at each other until the mom snatched them away. 

“So, are you new to Hawkins?” asked Max idly as she worked on refilling ketchup bottles. 

“That obvious?” you laughed. 

She shrugged, “It’s a small town. Hard to miss a new face. It’s rare for anyone new to move in.”

“Yeah, I’m new. I mean, fairly new I guess. I moved here four months ago but I haven’t exactly been out and about much until today,” you explained, drumming your fingers on the table. “Just been really busy unpacking and getting settled at my new job.”

“Oh, where are you working?”

“Hawkins Elementary,” you answered. “I’m a third grade teacher. It’s been a bit weird actually. I only ever worked at one school before. I didn’t start at Hawkins until January, after the winter break, and I felt like the new kid. I was so nervous the kids wouldn’t like me.”

“And?”

You chuckled, “Luckily, they seem to like me okay.”

Max nodded slowly, pressing her lips together, “Yeah. The little ones are probably a lot easier. I know I could be a pain in the ass once I hit middle school.”

“Oh god no,” you huffed, shaking your head. “There is no way. I’ve taught kindergarten and they are cute but absolutely exhausting. I’ve taught first, which I loved but then I moved here and third was the only class available. I’m actually loving it. It’s nice because they’re still sweet but not quite as needy. I think third is about as high as I want to go, though.”

“I don’t blame you,” Max agreed, turning to look over her shoulder. “Oh! I think your food’s up. Let me grab that for you.” She disappeared for just a moment, reappearing with a large brown bag, grease stains already developing on the outside, handing it over to you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks so much. It was really nice meeting you. I haven’t met too many people yet but I am hoping to remedy that soon. If I’m going to stay here, I probably need to make some friends.”

Max tilted her head, as if contemplating something, “Well, you know, if you want to meet some more people, my friends and I are meeting out at the lake tonight for a bonfire. You are more than welcome to come. You know where Lover’s Lake is?”

“Yeah, actually I do,” you responded with a grin and a nod. “I rode out there this afternoon and hung on the beach for a while. It’s beautiful out there.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged. “When you’ve lived here your whole life, it doesn’t feel that exciting. I mean, I used to live in California so compared to the Pacific Ocean, it’s just okay for me. But this has kind of become a tradition of ours. You know, a way to celebrate winter ending and warm weather finally arriving. It’s also a…well, it doesn’t matter. We’d love to have you.”

“That’s really nice of you but I don’t want to intrude…” you said, uncertainty creeping up. These friends of hers might not be so happy about some girl crashing their little party that they didn’t even know. “I don’t want your friends to be annoyed at you for inviting some new girl.”

Max laughed, “You don’t know my friends. Trust me, they will welcome you with open arms. They’re really good people and they love taking in strays. I mean,” she shrugged, “they took me in years ago when I was the weird, angry new girl.”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, considering the offer. It felt weird to gatecrash on someone else’s party but what was your alternative? Sitting at home all night staring at the television the way you'd been doing for months? The very thought just depressed you, an aching dread in the pit of your stomach. You thought about how long it had been since you'd gone out and had a good time. You had been invited out for drinks with some of the teachers when you'd first started there and turned them down. They hadn’t asked you again. Did you really want to make that same mistake twice?

“Alright,” you finally answered. “Thanks. That sounds like fun.”

“Awesome. We’re meeting at seven. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“See you at seven. Enjoy your BLT!”

You waved behind you as you headed out of the diner, sliding the brown paper bag into your backpack. For the first time in a long time, you were feeling excited about what was coming next in your life. Maybe it was just a bonfire but it could be the beginning of a whole new chapter and you were more than ready to turn the page on the last one. 

Chapter 2

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello there! Do you have any tips for 'kill your darlings' and what kind of scenes to cut from a story? Anything in particular to look for?

"Kill Your Darlings"

The phrase "kill your darlings" is one of the most parroted yet least understood bits of writing advice. Writers too often take this advice to heart, believing they must go through their story and eradicate anything they deeply love... and that's not just immensely stressful--it's wrong.

"Kill your darlings" just means "don't let yourself be so blinded by love of something in your story that you don't realize it doesn't belong." In other words, you may really REALLY love your protagonist's best friend's quirky girlfriend, but what does she actually contribute to the story? What role does she play that's so important that taking her out would make the story fall apart or diminish the reader's understanding of setting, circumstances, character, or plot? If the answer is, "Well, she doesn't really contribute anything other than a little humor. But there are other characters who provide that. If I take her out of the story, nothing changes. The story still works, the reader's understanding doesn't suffer..." Bad news, this character is "a darling" and she needs to be cut from the story. As much as you might adore this character, she's just taking up space on the page and in the reader's mind, which detracts from characters who are actually important.

So, that's what you look for... look first at the things you love best about your story (characters, moments, events, conversations, setting details, character details, descriptions--literally anything) and ask yourself, "Does this really serve a purpose? Is anything negatively impacted if I remove it?" And really, you should do this for every element of your story. It's just that it's most important with the things you love best, because those are the things you're most likely to think are working when they actually aren't.

And don't stress too much about it... Critique partners and beta readers will be sure to spot things that don't work in your story, so even if you miss some things, it's okay. They'll be caught.

Although, the truth of the matter is, if you let the protagonist's best friend's quirky girlfriend slip through even though she adds nothing to your story, as long as she doesn't get too much page time and wrestle the spotlight away from more important things, it's probably not going to ruin your story or the reader's enjoyment. It's just that you don't want too many unhelpful "darlings" running around in your story.

Happy writing!

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[3nergy-spirit]

Oh, Thank you ^^

And, if you don't mind me putting a bit of work in your shoulders.

I wanna request a smut/nsfw fic with Nightmare sans and male reader if that's okay with you. You can go wind with it, I'll take anything you give me <3

_Alien anon was here_

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DNI IF UNCOMFY !!!

Nightmare Sans X Male Reader NSFW/SMUT FIC

it was cold. so cold in the room nightmare had set for you, you covered yourself in the duvet blankets trying to keep warmth, you despised how cold it was considering your body felt like it could get hypothermia. why doesn't nightmare have some kind of AC around here? you thought to yourself, an eyebrow furrowed while your body quivered from how cold it was, it was like reaching the top of Mt. Everest.

your room was decorated in swirls and crystals, like royalty, well considering nightmare is the king of negativity he has some rich castle decorated on his own behalf. you thought resting your head against the fur of the pillow.

you gently drifted off the sleep before hearing the door to your room creak open like a horror movie sound, you turned your head slowly to the door to see who the figure was. it was suprisingly a shadow papyrus? they seemed stoic as always as they stood straight in the halls of this castle.

you slowly got up, curious of what the guard may want before they spoke in a loud voice, it sounded like they may need a cough drop with that groany voice "THE KING WISHES TO SEE YOU IN HIS OFFICE HUMAN" they said before leaving, seems they dont have enough time to explain, moreso even allow questions.

you got up, fixing your clothing and heading out your room, curious of what nightmare wants with you.

you reached through the hall of nightmares office seeing two big doors with a half-moon engraved on it. the place seemed dark with only the sounds of fire and distinct chatter from the papyrus guards.

you took the doorknob in your hand and turned it, opening the doors to nightmares dark, scary office. noone even dared to even go into his office, let alone be asked to come in exept there was an acception if duties were laying in there to be finished.

you opened the door fully, stepping inside before closing the door fully, unsure if nightmare really wished for others to look into his office. you looked around. it seemed very royal for an office. there was stained glass behind nightmares desk and chair, with a black apple engraved onto the design, there were shelves of books and even a chandilier filled to the brim with turquoise crystals that shined dimly in the dark like a glowstick.

you walked towards the office desk, looking down at hat he has, there were books topped onto eachother and paperwork too, and only 3 sheets of paper remained with black ink on them from his pen.

you were caught off guard after you felt a cold icy breath on your neck, making you shiver. you turned around to see what it was but..not a thing in sight was there, it was almost like a ghost was taunting you, moreso even playing with you.

you grew uneasy, before you turned your head back only to be met by a turquoise eye glowing at you with its mouth looking like it was dripping. it looked like a scary carved pumpkin on halloween. and its long tendrils gaping out of its back.

you backed away in fear to only be met by laughter, it was nightmare "hmm i just love the taste of fear." he said in a sly type of tone, his vocal cords sounded messed up, its like many voices were speaking at once.

you standed up straight and gulped before speaking timidly "so, why did you call me here nightmare?" you said in a sheepish voice, his grin grew bigger from the look on your face, afterall he is one for negativity.

"i asked you to come here because i am in...need for something." he spoke walking to his office desk smugly beefore sitting down and pausing on his sentence before tapping on the desk 3 times and looked back at you, continuing his sentence afterwards.

"and that is..?" you said questionly in a curious matter, nightmare smirked as his hands were jerking around under the desk like he was getting something "i'll show you once you get under the desk" he said, phalanges on his cheekbone, his tendrils twitching around.

you did as you were told and went under the desk to only be met by a turquoise glow infront of your eyes, you looked up to see nightmares member. you gulped turned back before nightmares tendrils grappled around your waist. "ah, ah, ah, i did'nt say you could go. if you do as you are told then i will pleasure you the same as your doing to me in a different way." it sounded like he was blackmailing you but you gave in, oh well, pleasure for pleasure.

"nightmare grabbed onto your head with his phalanges, digging deep into your hair, his hand pulled you towards his member whilst he prodded it around your lips, insisting you on sucking it.

you did as you thought and began to suck on the tip for a while, feeling around the tiny slit ontop making his member twitch, you put half the length in your mouth, feeling the spikes swirl around your mouth and licking around them. nightmare shoved your head forward making his full length go right inside your mouth, you choked and gagged a bit before relieving yourself and gently bucking your head back and forth, continuing to wrap your tongue around nightmares member.

he groaned in his multiple voice sounding and sly voice, he head backed onto the top of the chair. his tendrils began to trace through your body before entering your pants and slithering its way through your boxers and pulling them down, exposing your member too. his tendrils wrapped around it, the cold texture making it twitch and veins poking out.

the tendrils swirled like a anaconda wrapping its prey, but not to tight, just enough to make you feel overstimulated, you groaned around nightmares member from this feeling, sending vibrations through him. the tendrils went back and forth as the same as you are doing right now.

minutes had passed and you and nightmare had been pleasuring eachother before he orgasmed into your mouth, it hand a tangy and warm texture to it but you swallowed it, nightmares tendrils were already done its job when you orgasmed first.

you took your mouth off nightmares member breathing for air after what had happened. nightmare pulled you into his lap with his tendrils pulling up your boxers and pants. he grinned sadisticly before he pulled you into a kiss, one soft kiss turned into a makeout session and before you knew it, you had woken up.

in the same room you had been in your dream. looks like you had a wet dream, but atleast,

you got a kiss before you went.

slay.

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[sports-on-sundays]

Summary: ice skating with Arthur

Requested?: it came from my own mind.

This thing with you and Arthur- it's relatively recent. About three months ago you officially got together, but you've known each other for years before that, just as friends, really. Either way, your relationship- perhaps because you've known each other for so long- has been growing deeper rapidly. Which means your relationship is now deep enough for the two of you to start having arguments. Well, more like silly little squabbles.

The most recent one was concerning Christmas. Arthur had this strange vision in his head that he couldn't let go of that just the absolute best way to celebrate his Christmas with you would be to go ice skating. The only explanation to this is that you can think of is that maybe your boyfriend has been watching a little bit too many overly cheesy American Hallmark movies. At first you thought, No way. Only divorced millennial women watch that crap. But then you thought, But at the same time, it's Arthur. Who knows what planted his strange Perfect Christmas Magic Movie Scene In France dream.

You fought him on it because, frankly, you've never skated before. You know you'll make a fool of yourself and possibly injure yourself. Not exactly what you want to spend your Christmas doing. And not exactly your idea of romantic. Not to mention how much you hate anything having to do with being outdoors when the weather is in the negatives.

But he was set on the idea, and when your boyfriend is set on an idea, as you've been learning, it's hard to convince him otherwise. And finally he had taken your hands, looked you deep in the eyes as if this were the most important thing in all of history, and asked gently, "But Y/n, why? Why don't you want to go? I mean, really. We can bundle up, I'll stick close- it won't be that cold..."

You frowned, looking away, refusing to admit the truth.

"Come on!" he had practically whined. "Just tell me the truth! Isn't that what couples are supposed to do?"

You sighed, fiddling with your fingers, before finally admitting, talking quickly, "Arthur I've never skated before in my life and I don't want to fall and make a fool of myself."

He blinked in slight surprise, but then smiled. "Oh... Why didn't you just tell me? It's fine- I'll make sure you don't fall. It'd be nice to be able to help you."

Your brow knitted together. "Nice to be able to help me?"

"Yeah. Because you hardly ever let me help you."

So in the end, basically, he convinced you. And now here you are, sitting on a freezing cold bench, holding out your legs as Arthur ties your new skates up, which he bought for you. They're a shiny, slick black color with a red stripe. You can't deny- they do look pretty sick.

The two of you get up and walk the few steps to the rink, arms linked. The wind is biting, and despite the Christmas music playing and the glowing fairy lights everywhere, to you it feels like quite a bleak winter night.

But one look at Arthur's big smile and rosy cheeks convinces you it's really not so bad.

Then you go out on the ice. Arthur holds both your hands in his, staring at you with sincere eyes. And with that goofy grin, of course.

And then he lets go of your hands, just like that!

"Arthur!" you shout, your nerves on the edges as you hobble. He tries to take your hands again, but you fall down, right on your butt. "Arthur!" you cry again, in annoyance. "I thought you said you wouldn't let me fall! Now I probably look like an idiot- someone here is bound to have caught that on video. I don't wanna look like a-"

"Hey, calm down," he says, bending down. You have a passing thought of how much balance and awareness of his body he must have to be able to bend down that naturally in skates on slippery ice without falling flat on his handsome face. "I'm sorry, okay? From now on, I won't let go of you unless you tell me to. And don't worry- there aren't many people around tonight. It's too cold for them."

"It's too cold for me, too," you whine as he helps you up off the hard ice. You reckon that will leave a bruise or two.

He gives a dumb pouting face. "Come on, Y/n. You'll warm up soon enough. Let me teach you how to skate."

"I don't trust you," you frown, and you'd cross your arms if you weren't holding onto Arthur's shoulders for dear life.

"You should!" he counters.

"You let me fall!"

"I said I wouldn't let you go again. And that I'm sorry. Do you think I'm not strong enough to make sure you don't fall?"

You don't answer, because obviously he is.

And then your long evening of learning begins. Time is hard to measure, so you're not sure how long it takes until Arthur asks you, "Do you think I can let go? You seem to have the hang of it..."

But in a moment of self-doubt, you shake your head no and murmur, "No... You can just hold onto me, Arthur."

And he honestly doesn't seem to mind this answer. He takes you out to the middle of the ice, though, and slowly, you skate together. He then twirls you, which causes you to scream, laugh, and cling onto him, scolding, "You could've warned me!"

"Well, did you fall?"

"No..."

"Was that fun?"

You grin softly. "Sure. Yeah."

"So there was no need to warn you!" And suddenly, he does it again.

Soon enough, though, you're back on the bench where you started, shivering, slipping back on your warm, fuzzy boots. "A-Arthur..." you whine, you teeth chattering and splitting up your speech, "I- It's fr-fr- eezing...! I'm so c-c-cooold."

He's silent for a few seconds, and when you look up at him, you see there's a frown on his face. He turns and meets your eyes, murmuring, "Y/n... I'm sorry..."

You blink in surprise. "For what?"

"I don't know..." He's sitting on the edge of the bench, shifting. "I know you didn't want to do this and probably the whole time you were just pretending you were having fun but really you weren't and I should've just listened to you when you said this wasn't your thing so-"

"Arthur." You cup his cheeks, making him look you in your eyes instead of down at the snow-covered ground. "I wouldn't fake it or lie to you. It was something I genuinely thought I would hate. But it ended up being so much fun because of you. I loved it when you taught me. I loved it when you held onto me. I loved it when you twirled me. I know I've been acting a little grumpy, but the truth is, I don't regret coming at all. I'm so glad you convinced me. Okay? Sure, I'm a little cold right now, but I'll live."

"Oh..." he nods, that lovely smile slowly coming back. "Well..." He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into him. He kisses your cheek, love, comfort, warmth channeling through his lips. "Maybe I can help keep you warm, huh?"

You smile out at the, truthfully, beautiful winter scene, and nod. "I think that would be just perfect, Arthur."

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[2012wannabe]

10 minutes vs. A lifetime

my first fic in years! Lemme know what u think!!

wc: 1k

cw: Abby Anderson x AFAB!reader(reader has breasts), reader has a history of sa/rape by a man and has a panic attack during sex. honestly just some mentally ill shit

Notes for my fanfiction

Tugging Abby’s arm, you pulled her into your living room from your kitchen and firmly pulled her into a kiss.

“What’s this?”

“I can do it. I think I can.”

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to.”

“I appreciate that,” you said with a small smile.

“But I promise you that I want this.” You grabbed her arms, touching her hands and her wrists. You had always been obsessed with her arms, not just her biceps and her shoulders but her forearms down to her fingers, they just caught your eye every time especially when she wore those muscle tanks you like. Abby nodded and kissed you back, and you were excited. Not just horny excited, but excited.

Sometimes you went through phases where all you could think about were his hands and his touch leading to you having panic attacks when you had sex. You couldn't separate her touch from his and you inexplicably hated it. You loved Abby, and not being able to be intimate with her made you sad. She was so good about it too, saying that she’d gladly be celibate if it meant she got to be with you. (You cried after because of how much she loved you and she looked so concerned until you explained).

You pulled your shirt over your head and tried to unclasp your bra all sexy knowing how much Abby loved your breasts. You kissed her again and placed her hands on your waist letting her feel you up and rubbing down your back to grab your butt and slap it. You gasped into the kiss when she did and pushed yourself closer to her.

“I fucking love you.” She whispered.

“I fucking love you too.”

You pushed her to sit down on the couch, sitting on her lap and grinding against her. It had been so long, too long. Abby mumbled something you didn’t quite catch but you didn’t care, even just grinding against her thigh through your pants and hers sent a shock down to your core. She moved you momentarily to take off her pants and welcomed you back in her arms. You kissed again and let her feel and grope your butt and thighs when all of a sudden a little twinge of negative emotion started in your chest. You couldn't tell what it was quite yet but your brain scrambled knowing a panic attack was near. You kissed her more fiercely because you really did want this. She picked you up and laid you on the couch unbuttoning your pants and that little tiny twinge turned into something much more. Your heart started beating rapidly, palpitating so much so that you heard and felt it in your ears and chest. You lost your breath, starting to hyperventilate looking up at her panicked but mostly sad. She left your pants alone and asked,

“Are you okay baby?” She knew it was a pointless question, but talking grounded you. You wanted to say you were okay, but your eyes watered and tears leaked down your cheeks. Softly touching your face, she wiped your tears and sat you up still crying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” You hiccupped.

“I know you feel like you have to say it but I promise you that you don't have to apologize. It's okay. It's okay my love.”

“Fuck, why can’t I just do this?” You muttered. You clung to Abby's touch, finding solace in her unwavering presence.

"I'm here," Abby murmured softly.

"You're not alone. I love you.” She said, moving to get your shirt.

“Is it okay if I, or do you need to do it?”

“It's okay, you can do it.” You tried to smile at her but it came out pained. I wish it was over, you thought. Why is it that ten minutes for him had to become a whole lifetime for me? You cried even harder with the panic attack over with and buried your head in your arms. She gently raised your arms, slipping your shirt over your head and still sat right by your side, rubbing circles into your back and whispering comforting words to you which in a way made you feel worse. You didn't want Abby to have to deal with your problems and as much as you knew she would be appalled if you ever said it you still felt like you were a burden to her. You loved the feeling of being taken care of but you felt bad when people did. You felt guilty and unworthy even though you knew consciously you were absolutely worthy of love and care. Especially not being able to do something as natural as have sex with your romantic partner made you feel like you weren’t enough. Your lip quivered again and all you could do is cry into her shoulder and rush out another string of apologies. She continued to comfort you until the tears stopped and you were finally able to catch your breathe and ask,

“Do you mind if I have a moment to myself? I just want to sleep.”

“Of course.” She said giving you a genuine smile. Your heart twisted a bit but you got into you and Abby’s shared bed and wrapped your arms around yourself under the covers. You tried to close your eyes but your brain wouldn’t let up. Some time passed and you rolled around despite the whole ordeal exhausting you.

“Abby?” You called.

“Yeah?” She called back, instantly walking over into the bedroom.

“Can you lay with me?”

“Of course baby.” So she got into bed and you wrapped her arm around you and cuddled into her anyway already feeling your body relax.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with my problems.”

“I love you so so so much, you know that right?”

“I know.”

“And you know you will never ever ever be a burden to me right?” Fuck.

“Yeah I know.” You kissed her for the last time that night and let her love be the last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep.

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[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Hello, uh- if you don't mind- could you do something of Pavitr comforting a transmasc(he/him) person going through dysphoria? for example wearing baggy clothes more often, having hard times sleeping, general body dysmorphia, etc?

I would prefer romantic with fluff/angst but no smut please!!

and if possible,, could it maybe include some fluffy kisses and cuddles?

sorryyyy if not that's totally good it's just that he's a comfort character for me and I would really appreciate the comfort right now. if you do end up replying- thanks so much and I love your work!!

Handsome-est Of All

Trigger Warnings: Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysmorphia, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, dealing with transphobia, Negative Thoughts, pav being the sweetest bf, misuse of fairy tales dialogues mwahaha A/N: anon, may I just hug you for this ask? Because Ajsjdhjsk thank you for this one so much! <3 D/n = dead name Y/n = your name

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They had called. Again. 

You had finally come out as your true self after so long, moving to a new residency to avoid bullying and abuse - the least thing you could do for yourself. It wasn't completely safe out there yet for trans people, but you managed. 

Yet somehow, they knew. 

You cursed yourself. Should've never picked up the damn call! But perhaps, you had hoped there was at least a teeny tiny bit that they changed, that maybe you can make them understand; what it meant to you, how it was.. different and freeing. How this lifted the weight you've been subconsciously carrying since ever. How it felt as if being let out of a coffin; you could finally breathe.

But they had to ruin that too. 

"Are you still not out of that phase, yet?" "C'mon, D/n, snap out of this." "Really? And what are you going to do about ..that?" "You still have it!" "We won't support you if you keep this up." "You just want attention." 

You've cut the call long ago but those words.. they keep swirling in your head. You know none of it is true but.. but.. 

You sigh. The body dysmorphia you tried so hard to fight was back. And even if you know who you are now, it didn't stop the hurt. Tears flowed on their own volition down your cheeks.

Everything you had been running and tried to run from caught up to you. And that feeling of being stuck in the wrong body. It was like being young again -feeling lesser than, feeling like your body was always missing something, feeling like you were someone else... and the stress it put on you to conform to something you aren't.

It's just a phase. 

You'll grow out of it. 

It's still there!

"Why does life have to be hell for me!? It's not my fault I was born this way!", you cry, clutching your knees to your chest as you weep. 

The oversized hoodie sags around you. Why am I never enough!? Why can't I just have a normal life!? Why am I WRONG!?

Add to that sleepless nights, eating disorders and hiding your wrong body under baggy clothes. You wanted to pass, but you couldn't risk binders due to medical conditions. Sometimes, it feels as if everything is against you, like it's closing in on you. Your hand begins to shake from the stress and you grit your teeth and take deep breaths to calm down. 

'It's not your fault. It's not your fault, Y/n', you reassure yourself. 

Sniffing, you move to the bathroom to wash you face. Bad choice. You forgot about the mirror inside and when you saw your reflection in it, the nightmare returned. The same reason you've avoided taking pictures. All too stupidly feminine, not masculine enough how much ever you try, stupid boobs, stupid voice, stupid wrong body. You turn yourself around: fat in the wrong places, too big, too short, too lean, too wrong.

It's still there.

You wish to stop the voices in your head, it hurts, but you can't. It feels like spiraling into a wormhole and it's mentally draining. Depression pulls you into the void and any thought you had of eating has been gone. You quickly splash water on your face and get out of the bathroom, back to your bed. 

Curled up into a ball, you sigh, letting the tears flow freely. If only I can be right for once..

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Pavitr swings home buying take out for his favorite roommate and boyfriend- You. It was your favorite street food, and nevermind if it was past midnight now because you'd always be up for this one dish. 

But also because Pav was concerned you weren't eating properly. He had observed your eating habits change for the past couple days but he didn't show he knew it, not wanting you to hide from him too. 

You knew of his secret identity so it's not a surprise when he sticks to your closed window in full spider-hero attire, knocking to be let in. 

_______

"Hey, lover boy, let me in!"

You startle, not expecting him so soon. He usually comes back in the early morning after a whole night of patrolling the city.

Quickly wiping your eyes and making sure it isn't obvious, you pull down your baggy hoodie to cover your body. Finally, you open the window, hoping nothing seemed suspicious. 

"You okay, Y/n?", he asks even before he steps in. "Were you crying?" 

He knew you were when you didn't respond with the usual Three Little Piggies dialogue. 

"No -no, just.. wasn't expecting you so early. All good?" 

You didn't want him to know they got to you. And perhaps, you feared that they may be right and Pavitr will agree too, despite knowing he doesn't. 

"They called again?" 

Your silence is all the answer he needs to come and sit beside you. "Wanna talk about it, babe?" 

You shake your head and he goes quiet, pulling you into a hug, patting a soothing hand down your back as tears fill your eyes. Somehow it feels better with Pav just being there. 

Life was so much tolerable with him being there for you. 

"Why do only bad things happen to me!?", you sob, clutching his shoulder tightly like a lifeline. You fear if you let go, it might all be a dream and you'll wake up in your cold bed back there, stuck in the same body you've tried to get out of. "Why am I never enough?" 

Why must I always be a disappointment!? Why can I never be right!?

Pavitr simply cradles you in his embrace, kissing away your tears and whispering words of reassurance. He holds your hand and brings it to his chest as you rest your head on his shoulders, the steady thump of heartbeat beneath your palm calming you down. 

You choke out a sigh, tears slowing down. Why is it so hard to have a normal life?

"C'mere, big boy." 

You lean your head back to look up at him and Pavitr responds by kissing the edge of your lips sweetly. “I want you to always remember that I’m here for you. I care about you and I’ll support you no matter what, okay? Forget about those assholes." 

You were unable to respond verbally with the sadness overwhelming you, negativity corrupting your thoughts. And Pavitr knew exactly the doubt plaguing your mind. 

"You are a man, and no one can change that." 

For some reason you are still unable to accept it, shaking your head as you push yourself further into the crook of his neck, quietly feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he kisses the top of your head. His musk cologne is relaxing and finally, you're in control of your emotions but you still can't look up. 

"I look too feminine", you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeve of your blue hoodie, trying to pull it down and sag your body so your chest isn't too obvious.

Blue was a color that makes you feel better, feel more masculine and comfortable in times like these. 

"You're always a man to me, babe. Plus, you just don't vibe female, my handsome Prince." 

The words are magic and they instantly make you feel better. And coming from Pavitr Prabhakar means a lot to you. 

A stray tear escapes your eye, but this is one of joy. Pavitr surges forward, peppering your face in kisses making you laugh. 

"Aww, I didn't know you were such a sappy guy!" , you tease but he just grins in reply. It's contagious, making you grin too. You cup his face and lean in for a kiss. "And you're my Knight in Shining Spider armour." 

It's the first time you guys have kissed like that -deep and full of emotion- and he's quite mesmerized, eyes closed even after you pull away. Sure, you've kissed before but this, for some reason is absolutely magical. 

Your stomach chooses just then to rumble embarrassingly loud. And sure enough, Pavitr had bought your appetite back too. 

Your eyes only then find the street food he's bought for you, the smell wafting to your nose teasingly. Your taste buds get excited, on the verge of salivating. Pavitr encourages you to take it and you eat your fill happily, feeding some to your superhot superhero bf. 

"You just became Boyfriend of The Year, Pav." 

He keeps looking at you in awe, sub-consciously touching his lips. 

"What?", you chuckle, smiling at the silly lovestruck face he's wearing. 

His thumb reaches oh-so-gently to collect the gravy on the edge of your lips, making you all warm and tingly on the inside. Your heart pumps faster as he wipes it off, lingering a bit. This was much more intimate than anything you've ever done and oh, God, his eyes are sparkling in the moonlight -you wanna kiss him so bad. 

"My Handsome Prince, handsome-est of them all." 

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Pav: *gets hit in the face with a pillow* ow, babe You: that is for ruining a romantic moment I've googled a lot and tried to understand.. feedback and concrits are welcome! Pls do lmk if anything is wrong/offensive or needs to be tagged/warned. Hope you enjoyed it! <3

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[carlsdarling]

Please, another part of Sunset Affairs with anguish, where the reader stops the affair with Carl because she loves him and doesn't want to be the lover anymore, but in the end, a sweet Carl who does love her, with some obscenity too. I can't live knowing that Carl doesn't love the reader. 😭🙏💞

Sunset Affairs Part II

Carl finally has to choose between Y/N and Enid because Y/N doesn't want to be just his side bitch anymore. Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (female receiving)

Your affair with Carl had been continuing for about half a year now, and during the last few weeks your mood had been changing insidiously; had become worse, more and more often you caught yourself feeling sad and angry after one of Carl's flying visits - at first without being able to name a reason for it. At one point, you even cried hard and couldn't stop, so you sought out Denise and asked her for a sedative. "What's got you so upset, Y/N?" inquired Denise, eyeing you anxiously.

"I... I don't know," you sniffled, swallowing the Valium with a glass of water. "Maybe memories have unconsciously come flooding back, of my parents' deaths." But you suspected yourself that that wasn't the case, because the crying episode had only started after Carl had visited you once again, used you sexually in the usual, casual and somehow disinterested way, and then, without saying much, headed back home. To Enid. You had stared at the wool blanket on the couch, and at the soiled Kleenex Carl had quickly cleaned himself with after he had finished, and had abruptly burst into tears.

"It's not healthy to fight negative feelings with pills," Denise preached with a sigh. "It's better to work through them and resolve the situation."

Admittedly, that was easier said than done. After all, after talking to Denise, you got to the point where you finally admitted to yourself that you had developed some feelings for Carl and that it hurt you that he didn't reciprocate them, that for him it was all about pleasure and that you were only good enough for him when Enid didn't feel like sleeping with him, which was often.

However, you had no idea how to "resolve" this situation, to use Denise's words. All that was certain was that your bitterness was growing. Every evening you spent alone in your house, you imagined Carl with Enid, looking at her the way he never looked at you, respecting her and not you, sharing with her all that he was withholding from you. Your frustration kept growing and you suddenly felt hurt, although there was really no reason for it: it had been clear between Carl and you from the beginning that it was just an affair with no deeper meaning, that he was getting from you what he wasn't getting from Enid, and that the fact that you were having sex didn't entitle you to anything. You had to take what Enid left, so to speak, and be happy with it. Carl had never made any secret of the fact that he belonged to Enid and that all he wanted from you was pleasure and stress relief.

Carl didn't show up at your house for a few days, which made you even angrier; you were very torn. On the one hand, you longed for his visit and closeness, but on the other, part of you just wanted to send Carl to hell. And Enid right along with him.

You wanted Carl to look you in the eyes when you slept with each other.

You wanted to cuddle with him afterwards.

You wanted to fall asleep and wake up together with him.

You wanted to share more with him than a quick fuck now and then.

You wanted to stop being his lightning rod.

You wanted to laugh and cry with him and share your life with him.

You wanted to be in Enid's place.

When Carl finally came to see you three days later, the whole thing escalated. You let him in, and as usual, he immediately pulled you to him, threw his hat on the floor, kissed you demandingly, and directed you into the living room - not even taking the time to go upstairs to your bedroom with you, as he so often did. As if you weren't worth it!

But you had sex with him, of course you did, and while he fucked you with his pants down at the back of his knees, not particularly sensitively, without taking off his flannel and shirt and without even really looking at you (his fleeting, disinterested glances to make sure you were coming and he could let himself go didn't count for you) you made a decision.

After Carl finished with a groan, he immediately got up, cleaned himself up, pulled up his pants and walked over to the refrigerator without a word. He rummaged around in it, picked out the cheese and started eating it standing, leaning back against the sink and looking bored. Now that was really the limit. Carl was just using you, even though he wasn't really interested in you, he shot his load into you because it was better than jerking off, and then he didn't care any more about you and now he ate your cheddar with the greatest of ease!

Only with difficulty you could suppress the tears. "Carl," you finally managed to say.

Confused, he looked at you as if you didn't deserve his attention. "What is it? I've had a rough day." His voice sounded annoyed.

"That's exactly what I mean," you replied, unable to keep your voice from breaking. "It's over. I can't do this anymore."

Carl furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? What can't you do anymore?" he asked irritably.

"This!" you replied, starting to sob and pointing accusingly at the couch as if it was the furniture's fault. "You come in here, you fuck me like I'm just a piece of meat, and then you fuck off back to Enid! But first you eat my fridge dry! You treat me like shit!" you screeched.

Carl looked at you as if you had gone crazy. "I thought everything was settled between us?" he asked, puzzled. "I never promised you anything, Y/N, it was clear that I was with Enid, that you and I were just about sex, and that..."

"Yes, and that's over now! I can't do this anymore, Carl! You don't even look at me when you have your dick inside me, probably thinking about Enid!" you sulked.

"Wait a minute, that's nonsense," Carl retorted angrily. "You almost always cum on me, don't you? You have had your fun." He eyed you with folded arms. "You've never complained, anyway."

"That's not the fucking issue! You're only making a point of that so I'll keep allowing you to rail me whenever you feel like it. But I can't anymore, Carl. I... I love you. I don't want to be your side bitch anymore. I want to be more for you. Or never see you here in my house again." Now it was out, and you looked down at the floor with a red face.

"I guess I'd better go, then," Carl muttered, embarrassed and overwhelmed. "Get your mind off it first, and then maybe we can..."

"No, we can't. Why don't you piss off to your Enid, who never wants to sleep with you, and be happy with her anyway, and with your right hand!" you yelled after him as he headed for the front door. "You can pleasure yourself from now on when you're horny and Enid clenches her legs again. I'm not letting you use me anymore, anyway." Carl wordlessly closed the door behind him, and you sank to the floor weeping, broken and humiliated.

                                                 ***

During the next few days, you stayed mostly in the house - no way were you going to run into Carl or Enid. You were mad at yourself, because Carl was actually right: there had been a clear agreement between the two of you, and he had simply stuck to it; and of course you had been willing to let him fuck you. After all, he was Carl Grimes. That you developed feelings for Carl had not been planned, nor was it Carl's fault, and you had no right to expect him to reciprocate those feelings and leave Enid for you.

But anyway, you couldn't continue the affair with Carl any longer because it was breaking you, you had to get over it and forget about him. Of course, that wasn't easy since you both lived in Alexandria and you couldn't stay hiding in the house forever. Possibly moving to Hilltop was an option; you would talk to Maggie, she knew both Gregory and Jesus pretty well. Then you would never have to endure the sight of Carl and Enid as a couple again.

You put your plan into action the very next day and went to Maggie and Glenn's house. Unfortunately, you encountered Carl, of all people, who was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee with Glenn, but you ignored him and his hello. "Can I talk to you in private?" you said to Maggie. Carl looked puzzled.

The conversation with Maggie revealed that she would help introduce you to Hilltop. Fortunately, she had been discreet enough not to ask why you wanted to go after you said it was private. As you were walking home, you suddenly heard rapid footsteps behind you. "Y/N, will you just wait a second," Carl gasped breathlessly, but you just kept walking. Still, he caught up to you effortlessly and grabbed your shoulder.

"Carl, leave me alone," you spat, "I told you I didn't want to see you anymore! That's so disrespectful of you again!"

He flinched, concerned. "Is it true you want to move away?"

"How do you know?" you asked defensively. "Were you eavesdropping?"

"Yes," he admitted straight out, looking at you faithfully with his one, oceanic eye. "But before you make that final decision...I wanted to talk to you again." Since you hadn't stopped and Carl had followed you, you had reached your house by now and you unlocked the door and allowed Carl to come inside with you, which you were already getting annoyed with yourself for again. After all, you had told him that you didn't want him around anymore, and now you were getting weak again?

You jammed your hands into your sides and scowled at Carl. "So, say what you have to say and then fuck off," you said unkindly.

"I like you too," Carl blurted out in surprise. "I didn't admit that to myself for a long time because... because I wanted the relationship with Enid to work out, but... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I didn't want to let the feelings happen though, so I acted like a jackass and acted like all I wanted from you was random sex, but that hasn't been true for a while now." You were speechless, just staring at Carl until he pulled something out of his pants pocket. It was a jewelry box, and he awkwardly handed it to you. "This... I had gotten it for Enid, but never gave it to her because it suddenly didn't feel right." He cleared his throat tensely. "I'm going to break up with her."

You flipped open the lid of the box. On black velvet lay two gold stud earrings with beautiful purple gemstones. "Carl, these... I don't know what to say," you murmured, overwhelmed by what had happened. "These are marvelous."

Carl approached you cautiously and hugged you more lovingly, unlike before, and he looked into your eyes before kissing you tenderly. "Shall we go upstairs?" he suggested. "I want to make love to you." The new wording didn't slip your mind - earlier, he'd only ever talked about fucking.

Upstairs, you slowly undressed each other, and for the first time you felt that Carl was actually aware of you. You lay down and stroked each other tenderly all over your bodies, kissing each other time and again. "I love you, Y/N," Carl whispered. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize it sooner." He spread your legs and started eating you out, this time taking his time, sliding his tongue deftly over your clit, faster and faster, until you came whimpering and soaking wet, only then he lay on top of you to gently penetrate you. He looked at you steadily as he thrust, and you could have drowned in the blue of his eye. You were squirming underneath him, stroking his lean, smooth back, moaning his name over and over. "Do you like it?" asked Carl breathlessly.

"Carl, yes, oh, I love you, oh Carl, pleeeaaaase," you gasped, kissing his shoulder. This is how you had craved it all along, yearned for this loving kind of intimacy with him. Carl sped up his poundings, paying close attention to your reactions. You came so hard you thought you were going to explode, and Carl brought you to orgasm two more times before allowing himself to cum with loud moans. "Do it inside, please," you begged, wrapping your legs around his hips. You just wanted everything from him, including his cum inside you. Carl squirted warmly inside you, filling your desperate pussy.

Tightly entwined, you then lay together, and Carl tucked the blanket around you, looking at you blissfully. "That's better?"

"Much better," you murmured wearily. "I can finally fall asleep with you."

"I'm yours, Y/N," Carl whispered, kissing you on the forehead. Finally, he was. Outside the window, the sunset was in full view.

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[familyvideostevie]

hold my hand through it

you're feeling overwhelmed, so you and steve go on a drive | 1.5k, fem!reader, fluff, life is hard and i am sad and if you feel that way too i hope this helps < 3

Sometimes life is just a little too much. You woke up this morning feeling it -- the weight of the day before it had even happened, your mood sour from the moment you opened your eyes. It just happens sometimes, you know that, and there isn't much you can do. But it made you irritable and you argued with your coworker today and cried in the bathroom about it after because you felt bad for taking out your emotions on her and ever since then you've just been looking forward to coming home and sulking.

But when you finally get there and see Steve's car in the drive, your stomach twists. You want to see him, you always do, but you're worried you'll just be grumpy to him, too, and while you know he'll understand, you can't help but think that maybe this is the time your melancholy drives him away. But you sigh and head inside. You can hear Steve in the kitchen, radio on, singing softly. It cracks your frostiness a little, the corner of your mouth curling as you toss your things by the door and take off your shoes.

"Baby, that you?" he calls and you hear the radio turn off. You don't reply but make your way into the kitchen, ducking around the fridge to find him making...something. "Kiss for the cook?" His gaze travels over you before you give him a quick kiss, and his brows are furrowed when you pull away, like he's caught on to your mood. But he doesn't say anything, knowing that you'll tell him when you're ready.

"What's happening here?" you ask, hopping onto the kitchen island as he turns back to the stove.

"I'm making some fucking...pasta...thing I found in one of my mom's cookbooks because we had all the stuff, but honestly I don't know how it's going to go." He keeps talking, waving his hands around as he dumps things into the pot, explaining how he has no idea what "blanch" means and that the pasta was expired, which he didn't even know could happen, and you sort of zone out listening to him talk. The irritation you were worried about isn't present, and you don't find his voice annoying, but you feel heavy, like you want to cry but can't muster the energy.

"Hey, you alive over there?" Steve says. You come back to yourself to find him standing in front of you, hands running up and down your thighs.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Sorry. Did you ask me a question?" Steve studies your face for a second, dark eyes scanning your features like he's searching for something.

"I asked if you wanted to watch a movie, but don't worry about it." He moves his hands from your knees to lace his fingers with yours. "You okay, pretty girl?"

You drop your head forward to thunk on his chest. Not that long ago you would maybe had avoided the truth, made something up, and retreated to your bedroom alone. But you are in the habit of being honest with Steve because he has always made you feel safe. You know that he can't read your mind -- and you can't read his -- and being open with each other has served you well. It lets you love each other better.

"Ugh," you groan. "Not really." His thumbs stroke the backs of your hands as he waits for you to continue, humming a little at your admission. You feel the sound on your forehead. "Just stressed and overwhelmed and it turned into just being sad. Been feeling blah all day."

"Okay. Any reason? Anything I can do to help?" One hand comes to your chin to gently pull your face up so he can look at you. You shake your head.

"Nah. Just happening." That's the worst part, you think. That you have no explanation for feeling this down, no problem to tackle to make it better. It makes you feel selfish, makes you feel broken, though you know that's not true.

"That's fine, baby, you know that. Don't need a reason to feel things. You can just feel them," Steve chides, like he can hear your spiral of negative thoughts. He gently lets you go and turns back to the stove, switching off the burner.

"You can say no," he says, "but what about a drive? We can just roam around, listen to the radio or talk or sit in silence. This is a lost cause, anyway." He wrinkles his nose at the cooling pot before turning to you, shrugging.

"That...sounds great, Stevie." He beams and you smile weakly back.

"Yeah? Let's go then, c'mon." He holds out a hand as you hop off the counter, barely letting you slip into your shoes before he corrals you out the door and to his car.

As soon as he starts driving you put your feet on the dash -- only you're allowed to do that -- and roll your window all the way down. You leave the radio off and stare out at the familiar streets, at the sky as it starts to turn pink and orange, letting the fresh air flow into your lungs. Every breath seems to relax you, and while you still feel that pit in your stomach, it shrinks and you start to feel a little like yourself again.

Steve's driving you all around, taking random turns but trying to keep on side roads with less traffic. You know that he's waiting for you to break the silence, if you want to, to reach for him though his hands itch to hold yours. After a while, you pull your legs down and grab one of his hands off the steering wheel, bringing it to your thigh and holding it there. He gives you a squeeze, mouth quirking up but his eyes on the road. You take the opportunity to just look at him.

He starts to flush the longer you stare, studying his profile. Hair a little longer than his usual curling under his ears, some fringe hanging over his forehead. His thick brows and long lashes, the swoop of his nose and the plush of his lips you love kissing. His angular jawline, the moles on his neck you've traced with your fingers and your tongue. You know every inch of Steve, and he every inch of you.

"What're you lookin at?" he grumbles. "Do I have dirt on my face or something?"

"Just lookin,'" you say. "You're pretty." The flush on his neck gets darker but he smiles at the genuine joy in your voice.

"No fair!" he cries. "I gotta look at the road while you're sitting there so pretty it should be illegal."

"Life isn't fair, Stevie." You mean it as a joke, but it comes out a little more serious than you intended.

"No," Steve says, squeezing your thigh again. "That's true. But it's not all bad, right?" He glances over at you for a few seconds, his expression soft. You know Steve doesn't mind your moods. He is patient with you through them, but you know he gets a little worried and always wants to help you get to the other side.

"No, it's not." You smile a little at him as you say it. "Thank you, Steve."

"What for, baby?" You gesture with your free hand at him, the car, the world going by outside the windows.

"All of it. For getting out me of my head." For being you, you think.

"It's a pretty head, don't get me wrong." Steve sighs, and brings the car to a stop. You look around, only just registering that you're in a nearby neighborhood at a stop sign. He shifts in his seat and turns to you, bringing the hand on your leg up to cup your cheek. The golden hour light makes him look so beautiful your breath hitches.

"I just want you to know that I love you and I'm here for you, yeah? For every mood, every bad day, all of it." Steve keeps his voice soft, but you know he means every word, needs you to hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, this one caused by your sweet boy.

"I know," you breathe out. "I love you, Stevie. So much." His eyes crinkle at the corners as he moves his face closer to yours. "So much," you say again right before he brings his lips to yours. Steve kisses you slowly, sweetly, as tenderly as he's ever done. You reach out to grab his bicep, wanting him as close as you can get with the gear shift between you.

And then a car honks. Steve, for his part, doesn't startle as much as look annoyed.

"Jesus! Alright, alright, can't you see I'm doing something important?" he says, maybe a little loudly for the stillness of the evening. He gives you one last peck before sticking his arm out the window and waving the car behind you around him. He gives the middle-aged driver, probably a dad, a mock salute that makes you dissolve into giggles.

"So," he begins, putting the car back into drive. "We need to find dinner somewhere."

"Pizza?" you suggest. Steve grabs your hand and gives your palm a kiss before setting it on his thigh his time, his warm fingers lacing with yours.

"You're a genius, babe," he grins. "Just what I was thinking."

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Part three

Its only been a few days since the occurrence with Spiderman and each day you were starting to pick up on how weird the interaction was and how they had similar traits to someone you cherished yet deceived, pavitr.

Especially, when they started to ask somewhat personal questions and act in silly ways how pavitr would.

“Pssh, I’m sure he’s just collecting his thoughts! He’s definitely head over heels over for you too! I mean your hair is almost as luxurious as mine?” He sounded almost confused at the end, like he was trying to defend himself but didn’t want say he was talking about himself so he said something random…about himself.

To his luck, you were too caught up in your own feelings to even pay mind to how terrible he was at lying but what you didn’t let slide was that familiar scent of coconut vanilla and peach with a topping of his sweet caramel voice that was way too similar to his.

“You know, you really remind me of him. When we used to hang out that is at-least. Was i not good enough for him?” There was no meaning behind your words, you were just blabbering nonsense at this point but to him it was like being stabbed in the back by a knife being held by himself. Was he that much of a dick to you? He was so focused on getting closer and trying to figure out his feelings for gayriti that he didn’t realize he was affecting you and your friendships on the other end.

“Y/n.”

“i never told you my name–”

“Please don’t jump to conclusions, I’m sure he loves you,he really does. He’ll come around and explain everything at some point just give it a while, okay? Not saying you should or have to accept his apology right away but please, when it happens listen to each other and talk about it. I’ve made a mistake like he did in the past and i ended up losing them.. now look at me, Im miserable!” The end of his statement made you snicker rising your mood a little as you began to take his words to heart does he really feel the same? Will he explain himself? You soon felt the warm feeling of his hands cupping your face and it made you feel the way pavitr would make you feel, something unexplainable.

“Let your heart feel emotions, breathe and convey itself not shrivel up in despair because of the negative thoughts in your mind. Let your love show and his will too, I love you.”

With that he left to probably stop another crime.

Wait, did he say ‘ i love you’ ?

Is pavitr really..?…lets not jump to conclusions right now.

You had better things to pay matter to! Like the fact pavitr had asked to meet you on the rooftop of his apartment. He has been texting you more often after the spider-ent ( get it? no? Ok) which you found ironic but this was the first time he had asked to hangout in a while and although it was shameful, you were overjoyed.

Genuinely, a little way too much and went to his place way earlier than the time he said to meet up to talk with aunt maya, who you loved dearly, but she had to leave to buy some greens for dinner so were you now left alone for hours with nothing to do, locking yourself away in pavitrs room for comfort, somewhat.

BANG!!!

the sudden noise from the window came along with a few groans which caused you to look in the direction.

"coulda land a lil betta wid dat one."

There you saw not one, not two but four Spidermen and gal cosplayers in your blasted sight. They were all in different suits for some reason, but the one who you noticed almost immediately was your spiderman, who so happened to be pavitr as well.

How do you know he wasn't cosplaying as well? Because he had the same hair as him, same built and the suit actually fit him, unlike some people.

"Y/n, I can explain, as long as you don't freak out." his voice shook as he tried to reassure you, hands raised in the air to show his innocence, "ye we mean no we harm, in some scenarios at least."

pavitr was quick to give the spikey British one a stank eye to which he shrugged but stayed quiet to allow him to speak anyway.

"Right, ehm.. How do i start this."

😐♡

After a lifetime of an explanation and going through everyone's comical stories, you were amazed and still a little bit shocked. I mean, who wouldn't be after finding out your life long best friend and crush was the big famous vigilante everyone loved?? And finding out there were more of them and actually getting to meet them??

Sick! Not in the bad way, just cool.

Sadly, you were kicked out for them to be able to discuss something important.

But they've already told you everything so what exactly could've been so important that you couldn't be in there? Didn't matter, you respected their decision. I mean it's their business after all.

You finally heard the door open and out came a well dressed, sweet looking pavitr.

You wanted to compliment him on his looks but he gave you no time as he immediately went to grab your arm.

Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous....

"Are we heading to the roof now?" you asked, testing the water to know if he was upset or just you know...nervous.

He nodded, "Yea, Also sorry about grabbing you like that out of the sudden." you smiled, "it's fine."

The walk wasn't that bad since he tried to have small talks here and there but majority of them were awkward and kinda forced,not that you cared. you were just glad things would finally be going back to normal.

You finally reached your destination and your eyes were immediately blessed. You realized how the rooftop was transformed into this relaxing paradise, something you would see straight out of a movie.

the sunset that painted the sky in shades of orange, pink, and purple. The twinkling lights and candles casting a warm and inviting glow over everything, adding a touch of romance to the scene. You could feel the soft breeze blowing past you , and you could smell the sweet scent of flowers and candles as the projector casts a soft and gentle light, illuminating a movie projected onto the board that was yet to be played as there was a mini bear fridge next to it.You could feel the love and passion emanating from every corner of the rooftop, and that alone made your heart beat faster.

Pavitr had to release your hand in order to grab the drinkks which saddened you a little but he didn't take long.

He immediately came back and the first words that escaped his lips were, "Let's catch up"

Something you’ve been waiting forever to hear.

The two of you spent hours on end talking to one another, sharing crazy stories, bringing up past memories as well as him apologizing to you.

Everything was genuinely going well, until he suddenly stopped talking. He was fidgeting, rubbing over his other hand with his thumb, which is something he would usually do whenever he was on the edge.

“Is there something wrong, pavitr?” He didn’t want to look you in the eye, or anywhere near you for that matter. his fear was consuming every single part of brain, fear of what? Rejection. Despite his nerves, he knew he had to confess. It was the perfect place and time, I mean he did do all of this decorations just for you, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I need to tell you something.”

This heightened your concern, did something happen?

“Go ahead.”

"Look, y/n. You're one of the most important people in my life, and I feel so lucky to have you as my friend. I love the way you always make me smile, and the way you're always there for me when I need you. I know we've been through a lot together, but I can't help the way I feel. I hope you feel the same way, and that you can forgive me for being a shitty friend.” as you heard the words you’ve been waiting for, your eyes widened and your lips curved into a smile that could lit up the entire universe. You couldn't believe this was finally happening- the moment you’ve been dreaming of for so long.

Although you were happy and squealing in your head, you haven’t responded or said any back for a good two minutes which made the male think that you didn't feel the same.

“Im sorry, i didn’t want this to affect our friendship bu–” The sudden feeling of your lips on his made time itself stop as he began to savor the warmth and softness of the kiss. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest and he's sure you could too.

“I wish you knew how long I’ve wanted you to say that.”

Part 1 part 2

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Card of the Day! #5

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Go ahead, take a deep breath, choose one of the 3 cards below then click the keep reading button for your reading.

Card 1 - IX of Cups

Abundance! You have it all! This card speaks of satisfaction and having what you want to a point you must beware of being smug or bragging about it! Take a look:

Whatever you want today, you already have it! This is a day for wishes coming true, satisfaction and gratitude.

In the positive aspect, it's very likely that good things and achievements happen to you today, just enjoy it, be happy and thankful! On the very least, if it's something good but not something wonderful, just enjoy the inner happiness that has come with it, value the little things as well. ✨

The negative aspects of this card are related to being smug or bragging about the things you've got, so that's my warning for you today, just don't do that. I get it that your wishes came true and you achieved things and it's something you feel like it's good to share your happiness with those around you, but keep in mind it may come across them as bragging or it may make them feel bad for what they lack currently, so be mindful of that when attempting to share your happiness with others.

On the other hand, if you come across a smug/braggart today just make sure to understand they're happy with what they got and try not to take it personally (the time will come for you too when you achieve the same success, be patient). Unless it's in fact a personal attack, in which case you may as well just tell 'em to fuck off, why'd you want to keep someone like that around ya anyways?

Card 2 - IV of cups

Boredom, apathy, contemplation... Not the greatest day but not the worst, eh? This card illustrates that so well:

Had to picture that one with my phone cause the ones available on the internet were just not being fair to the colors on the card at all.

On the positive aspect of this card, it's a day to contemplate the opportunities you currently have, to meditate about things, ask questions to yourself on wether to take or leave said opportunities before making a final decision. It's also a good day to wonder wether you're being distant to people and if so what motivates that.

On the negative aspect of it, we have boredom, apathy, general lack of interest and great opportunities being missed just because you're feeling kinda low... If you feel low and think you have no opportunities available to you today take a second look because they're certainly there.

If you've been unmotivated with life, take a time out, breathe, consider why is that and make sure to give chance to life's opportunities available to you even if you're not much in the mood, you may be positively surprised by the outcomes.

Card 3 - Knight of Pentacles

Commitment, loyalty, attention to detail. Usually this card represents a very good friend, let's get more into that

As a person, this is a loyal, dedicated, reliable friend, he helps his friends, is cautious and slow moving, and sometimes completely halts progress due to it. He tends to be extra careful about everything he does and get caught up in the details. His progress is sturdy and long lasting though. He gives well-thought out and practical advice. He values rules and principles above all else. Comfort, security and luxury are highly valued by him. He learns from past experiences and academic studies and uses them in very practical ways.

The advice here is to think of his qualities as a person and wonder, do you lack said qualities? If not, are you having these in excess? If you need help or advice from a friend today, look for a friend with his qualities.

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Coming out to the batfam as asexual

A/n: So asexuals are all different, even then I tried to make it as universal as possible but if you're sex favorable (I'm not so that's probably partially why I wrote it like that) this one (unfortunately) might not be for you!

Warnings: Being scared to come out, mentions of aphobia and killing people, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The reader is gender neutral!

Requested by: @bandshirts-andbooks

Ironically for being the world's best detectives no one really caught on

I think the only person who might of is Cass, but it's nothing for sure, she just saw your body language would change slightly when people talked about sex

The first person you tell is Alfred

You were probably having a bad day, maybe seeing some straight people talk about ace people in a really negative way, and perhaps some queer people online who told you, that ace people didn't belong in the community

And people just being shitheads in general towards the queer community and just all these laws being made against trans people everywhere can really wear someone down, right?

So it's the middle of the night and you're in the kitchen crying because it's just been a bad day

And Alfred comes in, "Mx. L/n are you alright?"

After you were adopted you never got Bruce's last name

"Ah, yes! Don't worry it's nothing!"

🥹

All it takes is one raised eyebrow from him and you're quickly defeated, and he pulls out a chair and sits next to you

"Don't let things fester for too long Mx. L/n, you know what happens to your brothers when they do."

Sighing you wring your hands through your hair (something you picked up from your father) "I just-"

"Alfred I think I'm asexual."

"There's a silence and half your brain is thinking maybe Alfred doesn't know what it is and the other half think he hates you now

"Mx. L/n you do not "think so" I'm pretty sure you know."

And that in itself is confirmation that he supports you, the way he's smiling makes you wonder how you could think anything else

Okay next you come out to Cass

Because Alfred slyly told you she might already know

She's supportive and tells you in her own way that she would hurt anyone who isn't

I also think she understands you the most because I headcanon (is it canon???) that Cass is asexual

So she's who you go for to vent, and eventually she'll come out to you as ace too!

Then there's Stephanie and Barbra

Steph squeals; "Another member of the alphabet mafia!" And Barbra recomends a bunch of asexual groups online where they share their personal experiences

While all this fluffiness is happening the batboys tm are trying to get back at you for winning the prank war last week

Naturally they go into your dating history, because why not?

Murder might be committed by Cass after this

There aren't very many people but there's ONE person from your high school days

And thanks to Tim's savvy tech skills they somehow find out you're a virgin

(don't ask)

At this point Damian didn't really know the plan, but he's mostly the distraction anyways!

In the past you had told them you weren't one

High school was not good for your baby ace ass alright?

Meaning they thought it was fair game because they were getting back at you for lying and winning the prank war

Imagine your surprise when at a rare dinner Jason, Tim, and Dick are glancing at each other mischievously

Bruce looks like he has no idea what's going on and Damian (for once) looks oddly innocent

"You know how we use to say Jason gets no bitches" Dick starts up

"Hey!"

"Well little Timmy here." Dick continues ignoring an angry Jay. "Found out you're worse than Jaybird and are a Virgin."

You just stare dumbfounded at their giggling faces

"I didn't know that this was part of the plan." Damian mutters

At this point you were much more confident in yourself and had momentairly forgetten that Bruce was still in the room

Just imagine seeing those faces

when you finally tell them

"I'm asexual fuckwads."

Their faces go BEAT RED

"Oh, um..."

"Also Tim, idk how you found out I was still a virgin, but if you do anything like that again..."

The look on Tim's face - it was very clear that your threat got through to him

Then you remembered Bruce was still in the room

Slowly you turned your head to face him

Instead of saying anything he just gave you a smile

That's how you came out to the Batfam, from being scared, to be a confident badass

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https://www.ign.com/articles/the-walking-dead-daryl-dixon-season-1-review-norman-reedus

Do you think this makes it sound doubtful that beth will return? This is the first 6 episodes review

Okay, so I've read about 10 of these review articles over the past day or two. I get that it doesn't say we'll see Beth, but I actually think it sounds VERY promising. A lot of what me and my fellow theorists have been saying for a long time now is already being confirmed.

I'm going to combine several Asks into one post so I can gather all my thoughts in one area. I'll also insert some of the articles in case you want to read them yourself. Just keep in mind that they do have a lot of spoilers.

If you read across all the articles out there, some of them clearly are loving the Daryl spinoff, while others are much more negative and hate it. (Most of them seem to harbor negative feelings toward Norman and TWD in general, so I wouldn't take their words too seriously.) But you start to notice similarities between the articles. Most of them talk about the same things in the series, and we start to get a lot of hints toward what we'll see.

It's true that they don't mention Beth and some go out of their way to say that there are no other familiar faces from TWD. But keep in mind a couple of things about that:

1) I think that's aimed toward the Carylers. They're so sure we're going to see Carol at some point, and to me, it doesn't sound like we will. Or, if we do, it will be at such a last possible secondn to kick us into season 2, that her presence will have absolutely no effect on season 1.

2) Several of the reviewers have said that AMC swore them to secrecy when it comes to episodes 5 and 6. So, they've said some general stuff about how amazing episode 5 is gonna be, but overall, they can't say anything about what they saw in those episodes. So even if someone big showed up (Carol, Beth, Rick, Shane, lol) they wouldn't be able to say.

And I think it's SUPER significant that AMC would swear them to secrecy about those episodes. When the show literally leaked Troy's return 15 minutes after the FTWD Coda with the "mysterious" person, why would they demand that those receiving the screeners not reveal anything about the final two episodes of the Daryl Spinoff. Sounds all kinds of promising to me.

But there's plenty more. Let me just mention some things that stick out that seem to confirm we're right about smaller things (i.e. not Beth, per se). If you read across all the articles, there are actually a LOT of spoilers for the first few episodes. You can piece together a lot of the story from what's said. Yet, there's nothing about Carol, as I've already mentioned, and nothing suggesting a Daryl/Isabelle romance.

I did read one that said there are some "romance tropes" they use between the two of them, that are sure to get the Daryl shippers all fired up, but we don't actually hear about a relationship.

To me, that just means we'll see more of the same. Just as with Connie, just as with Carol, or Rosita, or just about anyone else he's had friendships with, he will be close to Isabelle and they'll connect on a deep level. Because of that, we're sure to see some Daryl/Isabelle shippers spring up, and the more angry people who ship Daryl with someone else (we all know who they are) will be on the warpath.

But I think if we were truly going to see a Daryl/Isabelle romance, it would be apparent in some way from these reviews. Even if they didn't come right out and say it, they would be frustrated that something is going to happen to inflame the shipping wars and would say so.

Another thing certain shippers were saying is that the leaked pictures of Daryl near the moose crossing sign were just down the road from the Commonwealth and were a scene where Carol caught up with him before he left the states and they had some kind of interaction.

That's proven to be false. We're now being told by the screeners that he's in Maine, very far from the Commonwealth, and Carol is nowhere in sight. To those of us to *actually* follow the details of the story and the symbolism, this has a lot more ties to Tales of the Walking Dead's Davon episode. If you haven't watched it, I would highly suggest you do. We're hoping to see some obvious ties to it in the show.

Of all the articles I read, this may be my favorite. It just gushes about how good Daryl's spinoff is, and has lots of good clues in it. But yes, the line you mention, Nonny, really stood out to me.

If you read carefully, it says Daryl will be asked about those he loves, and being Daryl, he's fairly closed-mouthed about it. But they specifically entangle that idea with him saying, or almost saying, a name that will break the internet. The Carylers, obviously, assume it will be Carol. But would him saying her name break the internet? I don't think so.

Exactly!

It doesn't make sense that Carol's name would break the internet. He already told Carol he loved her before leaving the CW, so it wouldn't be anything new. The names of any other character (Rick? Judith? Michonne?) wouldn't either because the audience knows they're out there somewhere. To break the internet as the reviewer suggests, it would have to be someone we don't know about (most of the GA doesn't think Beth is alive) or something we haven't heard Daryl say before.

So, here's what I'm guessing/hoping for. What if someone (Isabelle, I'm assuming) asks Daryl if he's ever been in love? Now, it says it's an "almost" name drop, so maybe he doesn't actually say Beth's name, but mentions a girl he once ended up alone on the road with or something.

That would be sublime. 😍

And naturally other shippers think he'll refer to Carol. But here's the thing. Let's say--you know, just for kicks--that he IS talking about romantic love and he DID refer to Carol. I still don't think that would break the internet. Sure, the Caryl shippers would go absolutely ballistic with triumph and joy, but remember that, while they're very loud and vocal, they're just a small part of the internet. Most of the GA doesn't know who they are any more than they know who we are. And I think the after TWD viewer who isn't part of the ship wars would just go, "huh. Okay. So they finally had Daryl say he was in love with someone." And then they would shrug and move on. Because most of the GA wants Daryl to find a happy ending, but they don't care overly much who it's with.

Now, obviously I DON'T think he's going to say Carol's name, in a romantic or any other capacity. My point is just that no matter how you slice it, Daryl saying Carol's name would not break the internet, so that can't be what the reviewer is talking about.

But referring to Beth would be completely different. We've never heard him talk about her before. And if he talks about feelings he had for her, well, even the average viewer remembers his and Beth's storyline (AMC has certainly kept it in the forefront of most people's minds all these years) and would have an emotional reaction to Daryl talking about her, and even more so if he says he loved her.

Now, of course this is all speculation one way or the other. We have no idea what he will actually be talking about in that scene. Again, this is just what I'm guessing/hoping for, because it's the only thing I can think of that would "break the internet" as the article says.

So, I've already addressed most of this. I'm not getting the Daryl/Isabelle romance thing at all when I read the articles. Again, just read them very carefully. It says there are set ups that feel like romance tropes, but it doesn't actually say there's a relationship, and the same thing could have been said of Connie and plenty of others.

As for the happy ending, I really think we'll see something of that by the end of the first season, but remember that the reviewers have admitted they can't talk about that. But even if we don't get a total Daryl/Beth reunion in S1, keep in mind that Judith's line about his happy ending probably spans the entire spinoff series.

And if I'm right about him mentioning Beth, (yes, still a big IF right now) well, there's no reason to do that unless they're foreshadowing her coming back into the story.

So, as always, we'll have to wait and see what the episodes bring us.

Can reviews be misleading? Yes. Definitely. And I don't even think it's always done purposely on the part of the reviewer. Sometimes yes, sometimes, no. But we have someone who has seen the show and is trying to reveal it without spoiling it. Each reviewer has their own thoughts and impressions and biases that naturally leak into their reviews. Some of them don't have English as their first language. Some of them are Caryl shippers, and that will make their reviews sound a certain way.

So, you just have to keep in mind that these reviewers are human beings with their own insights and opinions. And while that might make their review come off as misleading, it's really just that they have their own interpretation of what they're seeing, just as we do. Whose to say who's right or wrong? (Except we're totally right. 😉😁😇)

Overall, I've really enjoyed reading all these articles and harvesting clues and insights from them. I'm more excited for the Daryl spinoff than ever and still think it is leading to Beth. And we'll get episode 1 in just a few days. (Yay! 🎉)

Xoxo! 🍁🍂💓

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