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dickgraysonsbitch · 21 hours

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Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

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bigwishes · 11 hours

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Was It Something You Ate?

Devon had always had it easy, born the son of a billionaire to one of the best pharmaceutical companies in the world he never truly had to work for anything. His dad had paid his way through all of his schooling turning Fs into As with nothing but a pen and a check book. University was even easier, Devon spent a majority of his time in other countries whilst or partying, it was only when he failed every class and was barred from graduation did his dad offer to build a new research facility for the school and suddenly Devon was graduating with honours. Devon never even experienced what it was to deal with shame, as an only child both his parents showered him with praise. Even when he got drunk and crashed the family boat his parents commended his bravery in such a frightening event. Life was easy as a gay man too, his family never cared and once his dad bought Devon his own house and allowed him to hire his own help he was constantly surrounded by masculine buff men who he paid extra to walk around shirtless.

Once Devon even went as far as to give his gardener a $4000 dollar tip just to let Devon film him drinking from the hose on his hands and knees. Of course Devon leaves out the part where he threatened to fire his gardener unless he allowed himself to be filmed.

A few months ago, Devon got the worst news of his life. His dad had told him he had to work for his weekly allowance of 1 million. If he didn't then his allowance would be slashed to a pitiful $400k. He couldn't bare to live like a peasant on such a pathetic amount of money so he agreed to his dad's outrageous terms. Devon had to work 1 hour a day for 4 days each week. Like some disgusting labour mule.

Devon had been working at the head office for 3 weeks and every day he called his dad begging to quit. A man like him wasn't meant for such things.

Devon stood on the stairs in front of the massive corporate building adjusting his suit readying for another day of hard labour. He checked his watch. 11:30am. Devon let out a tired sigh as he jogged up the stairs towards the door.

His dad had told him he had to come in any time before 12pm, Monday - Thursday. Devon had been given the role of "Team Motivator" and his job was to come in and hype up the employees.

Devon's elevator arrived at his office floor, already he needed his 15 minute break for the day, looking around seeing all these unattractive people. He never understood why the poor never took their looks more seriously or why there was always a terrible odour around people like them.

Devon stood in the elevator and raised his hand above his head. He swiped his hand down slowly and inch away from his face, he narrowed his tired eyes, cocked a toothy fuck boy smile and began to walk in-between the cubicles with the swagger only a rich fuck boy could have.

"hey hey hey team, how are those numbers looking? we got the advertisements out this morning? if not make sure you get it done by lunch, hey carol what's goin on with the boys in the lab? we got that new drug ready to roll out by friday"

A few people looked up from their desks at his peacocking and parading.

Devon clapped his hands together as he got closer to his office door. "Come on Come on people!! we got work to do, lets have a great day."

Devon slipped into his office and slammed the door shut. Inside he leant his back against it and let out an exhausted heavy sigh. He had no idea how he was going to go clubbing tonight after working so hard, but a wave of pride hit him as he heard the sounds of muttering out amongst the workers, he had done his job, inspired them.

Of course in reality Devon had done nothing at all. Most of the people on his floor had been working in the office since 7am and everyone ignored his morning speech as it was the exact same rehearsed scripted speech he had been saying each morning since his first day.

Numbers weren't part of their department,

There were no advertisements due this morning,

The boys in the lab didn't have any upcoming deadline,

There was no Carol.

Devon waltzed over to his break area at the back of his office. Originally meant for small intimate meetings, Devon had decked it out with a plasma screen TV and all his streaming services. Not that he got to use it much, he only got to be in his office for 45 minutes of his working day and that really only meant he got to watch an episode of something if he was lucky. Currently he was watching a new fitness challenge show where 20 jacked dudes were pitted against each other in different fitness challenges.

Devon threw himself back on the couch in a cocky man spread and rested his hand on his crotch. Whilst he respected the fact that he couldn't jerk off in the office, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy how his dick felt hard whilst he watched a handful of jacked men compete for money.

30 minutes into his show and Devon saw a guy in a lab coat walking past his office window. The guy was wearing a blue button down shirt that was slightly loose in the front. He let out a loud sigh and got up from his couch walking over to his office door. Devon swung the door open and called out to the man in the lab coat before gesturing him to come into his officer by curling his index finger repeatedly.

The guy in the lab coat walked into Devon's office

"shut the door behind you bro,"

The man in the lab coat shut the door and turned to Devon all confused

"What is your name man?"

"John"

"Do you know what my job here is John?"

"Ill be honest with you Devon, nobody really knows what you do here" John replied with a cheeky smirk

Devon laughed loudly whilst slapping his desk with one hand,

"Ya know man, my dad had given me the important mantis of motivating our team"

"M-mantis? do you mean mantle?" John lowered his eyebrows confused at how this guy had somehow convinced his dad to give him the biggest office in the building.

"not important. my job is to make sure the people who work at our company are the best they can be"

The thought that maybe Devon did know what he was talking about entered John's mind, he thought maybe he was trained in motivation speaking and would talk to people one on one to help them better manage their work life balance

"look buddy, I can tell, with the way that shirt of yours is sagging in the front, your shoulders not filling out giving you that hot V shape, no pec cleavage on display and that ugly as fuck white coat, you are not living your best life" Devon gestured his hands either side with a big smirk on his face like he had seen his dad do when he was talking to other business men.

The benefit of the doubt dropped out of John's mind. "Nope, this guys a fucking moron" he thought to himself.

"Devon, I appreciate the concern, but I think I'm fine"

"I'll let you in on a little secret man, if a gay stud like me doesn't want to see you on your back, you're fat.."

"WOAH, DEVON THAT IS INSANELY NOT OKAY"

"bro, I'm just trying to be the nice guy and tell you what other people won't" Devon cockily dropped down into his nice leather chair behind his desk. "ya know, my pool guy had a kid and 2 weeks after his abs started to fade and do you know what I did?"

John wanted to say something clever but it would probably go over Devon's head, or worse, if he understood it he might lose his job.

"I fired him John, I don't want some fatty in a speedo working on my pool, and I don't want fat guys working here either"

John was too caught off guard by the first part of Devon's statement

"You make your staff work in speedo's? I think that might be illegal?"

"Look, dude, don't you wanna look like me I mean, check me out. biceps hugging my shirt, shoulders pulling it apart, my chest popping out catching everyone's attention, my abs so fucking tight you can see them through my shirt. I look HOT, you look FAT Johnny"

"Okay, I'm not even chubby though? I'm 6.2 and 85kg. I'm not exactly overweight"

"Buddy you still don't get it so let me spell it out for you, a fit body is hot, a 2 pack means you are fat, no abs showing at all? you're overweight!"

John fluttered his eyes, stunned by Devon's view of the world.

"I thank you for, whatever the hell this was Devon but I have a job to actually get back to"

John began to walk out of the office before Devon called out to him, a tone of desperation in his voice.

"WAIT....can you get me a coffee, almond milk, iced, NO WHIPPED CREAM, I want a drop that weighs exactly one quarter of a gram of caramel mixed in counter clock wise with a bamboo spoon. AND NO PLASTIC OR PAPER CUPS make sure you get it put in one of those little metal ones, no lid.

"No, Devon that isn't my job"

"You work for my dad, so if you want to keep working for my dad you'll do it"

John gritted his teeth. He unfortunately couldn't call out the rich boy on any of his bullshit without risking his entire career, But maybe there was something else he could do.

A few minutes past and John returned to Devon walking out of his office.

"Ah, great timing John, I'm just leaving"

Devon snatched the coffee out of John's hand and noticed something strange. A purple swirl drifting and dispersing into the coffee.

"What's this?" Devon said raising the corner of his lip in disgust.

"oh, its purple caramel, less calories" John quickly blurted out.

All concern dropped from Devon's mind as he took a sip of his drink.

"great call man, its that kind of intimidation we want to encourage here"

John had to stop himself from slamming the palm of his hand into his forehead, clearly Devon meant initiative.

"Ya know, man you might wanna switch to this low calorie caramel I told you about, because when I take over from my dad, first thing I'll do, anyone without a six pack is being let go"

John just gritted his teeth and smiled, "great idea, I'll have to give it a try"

Devon had already left before John could finish his sentence, but John didn't care, in fact he was hoping that coffee would keep Devon away for at least a few months.

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Devon stepped out of his car throwing the metal coffee cup on the back seat behind him. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to his driver and he began jogging up the stone stairs to the front door of his mansion.

As Devon jogged up the stairs he felt something strange. His ass felt heavier, tighter against his carefully tailored pants. He felt it bounce and jiggle on his way up and once he got to his front door he had to stop and massage it briefly. It hurt worse than that time he was grounded and had to fly to take a 12 hour flight in business class.

He entered his house and instantly unbuttoned his pants, after a long hard day at the office he just wanted to get his work clothes off and wash the smell of poor people out of his hair. Devon undressed himself as he walked down the hallway, throwing his clothes on the ground behind him. Someone would be by to pick them up later, he was never sure of exactly who picked up his clothes but it was someone on his staff. He walked into his elegant bathroom covered in tiles and stone work imported all the way from Italy, his bathroom alone cost more than some peoples houses, of course when he moved out and had his house built his dad forked out for all the costs so he wasn't even sure how much everything really cost.

Devon pulled his hair out from his short pony tail and let it hang down. He flexed his broad shoulders in the mirror, his perfectly defined muscles. He wasn't a bodybuilder by any means but he still had a much better body than most people he came across.

His pecs were the main attraction and he often experienced men he brought home squeezing them as he bounced them. His flowing locks drove men wild, being a billionaire helped to prevent any thinning so often the men he slept with were not only turned on by his angelic looks but there was also a hint of jealousy when they ran their hands through his hair, which did nothing but turn Devon on more.

But something was different about him today, his abs were wrong. Normally a beautiful and cut six pack but now he was only seeing 4, and barely 4.

He felt his stomach, the bottom towards his pelvis felt like it was sticking out, ever so slightly.

"oh well, probably bloated from the caramel" he thought to himself

Devon pressed a button on the wall and instantly the water began to flow at the perfect temperature, no need to wait or pathetically dangle his hand in the water like a peasant, he just pressed a button and stepped in. As he went to step in the shower something else caught his eye, something behind him.

"Was my ass always this big?" he asked himself allowed.

Reaching down he grabbed handful of his own ass, it was still firm but it wasn't as hard as stone like he was used to, there was a new squeeze to it, like trying to work with cold clay. Devon took his finger and placed it under his ass cheek, flicking upwards he watched as his whole ass rippled and bounced more than he was used to.

*sigh* "maybe I'll only train legs once a week for a bit, don't want anyone thinking I'm a bottom"

Devon stepped into the water, instantly he felt relaxed as the warm water washed over his face and ran down his body. He squeezed out a decent amount of his tropical scented soap into the palm of his hand and began to work it over his entire body. Washing himself but also taking the time to feel himself. He got hard as he pictured his own perfection, his own brilliance.

Using the lotion he worked his way down to his pelvis, and then to his dick. Devon closed his eyes and bit his lip as he faced into the water, using both hands to rub and pleasure his 12 inches. He couldn't help it, he loved himself so much, he loved his body. He often fantasied about cloning himself just so he could have the experience so many others had been graced with, sleeping with the perfect man.

Devon moaned feeling the water on his lips and the pleasure he brought to himself. He was so close but something started to bother him. He felt hungry, which was unusual because he had such a strict diet routine and always ate at the perfect time every day. He tried to supress the feeling instead focusing on the building pleasure, but it became harder to do so the longer he lasted. The only downside to lasting an hour was it was easy for him to accidentally edge himself if he got too distracted. Unfortunately this was one of those time.

Devon's stomach let out a loud audible groan and he started to feel not just a little peckish, but he felt starved, like he had forgotten breakfast and all his morning snacks.

"uuugggh" He moaned as he let go of himself and turned his attention to finishing his shower routine.

He started pulling out small bottles from a small alcove build into the marble walls of his shower. Starting his multi-step face routine, ignoring the pain in his stomach. It was only when he started his hair routine that he all became a bit much and his stomach tenses letting out an audible grumble.

Devon's hands dropped from his hair to his stomach as he grabbed it from the hunger pains. It felt, almost plump as he rubbed it trying to soothe it. He quickly washed the conditioner out of his hair and got out of the shower.

Pressing a button on the wall an intense heat kicked in as the light above started radiating heat into the room instantly helping the water dry up on his skin. Devon closed his eyes and looked up at the roof letting the water droplets dry up, but the noises from his stomach didn't stop, it got worse. Every few seconds his stomach would let out a loud grumble.

"fuuuuckk, who knew one coffee would get me so bloated..."

Reaching into a small draw Devon pulled out a paid of white underwear which he slipped on. As he did he felt the back struggle to fit. Everything was perfectly tailored to his body to make him look his best but this pair felt weird on him. He felt his ass jiggle as the fabric slide over. He felt the meat of his ass cheeks spilling out of the sides and he could feel the fabric tightly stretch across his behind. As he took his first steps the underwear only felt more uncomfortable, like it was three sizes too small. He walked around the small corner in the bathroom back to the mirror so he could get a better look.

"WHAT THE FUCK" Devon screamed in shock as he stared at the reflection before him.

Devon stood there in shock as he looked at the chubby man before himself.

"I-I- OH GOD, I-I'M FAT"

His stomach loudly grumbled, almost like it was responding too him

"uuuuggghhh, oh god" Devon moaned as he grabbed his new chubby belly with both hands desperately hoping he could push it back in.

His body felt like it wasn't his. He could still feel all the muscle tone it was just buried under a layer of blubber. Taking a step forward he watched as his stomach jiggled. He grabbed his phone off the counter top as he started to panic. He sent out a mass message to everyone on his staff.

"EVERYONE GO HOME AND TAKE THE WEEK OFF, GOING ON MY TRIP EARLY"

Instantly Devon's stomach grumbled. He tossed his phone down on the bench, closed his eyes and grabbed his stomach as a reaction to the pain. The pain got worse as his stomach's grumbling turned to gurgling.

Devon began taking in deep breaths, with each breath his stomach expanded, and with each exhale it deflated, but not all the way. Devon began to itch all over. With on hand already on his stomach he took his one free and desperately began to itch his chest and arms.

He watched as his thin layer of hair darkened and grew longer, slowly making him look like he had never waxed in his life. After a few minutes the itchiness began to die down and Devon's second hand moved down to help massage his complaining gut.

"wh-what's happening to me" Devon cried out, tears starting to well in his eyes.

Suddenly his stomach let out an insatiably loud groan, followed by a noise he had never heard before.

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGG"

Devon yelled out in pain and watched in the mirror as his chubby belly rapidly expanded into a big round gut within an instant. It took him a minute to recover and adjust to the pain. He thought his skin had surely just split open, but it hadn't, what he saw in the mirror was so much worse than anything he could have imagined.

Devon was greeted by a large hairy bouncing gut.

"OH MY GOD, W-WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, I LOOK LIKE SOME FUCKING PIG"

Devon bounced his gut with his hands and watched it shake like jelly.

Within a matter of minutes, Devon had gone from sexy billionaire who was on magazines around the world, to a fat greasy pig.

He couldn't help but bounce his gelatinous belly in shock, he almost burst into tears at what a fat freak he had become. He was disgusted by himself, he couldn't go to work like this, he couldn't let his staff see him like this, but the worst part about becoming a fat pig.

He was starving.

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Two weeks went by and Devon's mansion had started to become a mess after he sent all his staff away telling them he was off on his trip. His towels and clothes scattered all over the floor. Take out bags and food containers were all around his house. Without someone to pick up after him, Devon was disgusting.

He sat on his couch taking a multiple food containers out of two paper bags that had just been delivered to his door. His stomach loudly groaned. Devon picked up his phone off the coffee table and opened Instagram. The first post was that of a friend who had actually gone on the trip he had planned to take.

It was a photo of his friend Todd standing next to a tall black bodybuilder on a tropical island, with the caption 'I think I found love out here in the sun'

Devon's stomped his feet causing his meaty thighs to tremble.

"ITS NOT FAIIIRRRR, I SHOULD BE OUT THERE, THAT BIG HUNK OF MEAT SHOULD BE DATING ME, M E, NOT TODD"

tears started welling up in his eyes Devon flicked open a white food box on his coffee table revealing a beautifully decorated white chocolate mud cake which he instantly destroyed by digging his hands into it and stuffing it in his face.

between in monstrous and obnoxious chewing he stuff grabbing his belly and jiggling it with one hand.

"WHEN WILL YOU GO AWAY" Devon cried as he shovelled more expensive food in his mouth and washed it down with a bottle of lemonade like a spoilt pig.

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

sooner or later he'd realise if he wanted it gone, he was going to have to work for it...

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NOTE: hope you all enjoyed this, my inbox has a bunch of requests begging for a weight gain story and whilst I don't tend to write this sort of thing too often I thought I'd feed the hunger so to speak and write one for those wishing for one.

#male transformation #male tf #tf story #gay transformation #transformation #reality change #musk #weight gain

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 13 hours

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AITA for getting upset at my ex for being PDA with his boyfriend?

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Ages aren't super relevant here but everyone is in their mid-late 20s. About a year ago, my fiance of about 8 and a half years, Jake, broke up with me. It wasn't the smoothest breakup, I didn't take it well at the time, but I've since had a lot of time to think about it and I do understand (and agree with some of) his reasons for it. We're still on friendly terms and recently started casually chatting again 2 months ago after he said he needed a break for a while. I admit I do still love him and we had said at the time that we would want to get back together someday but that it would be a long time before we could consider that again and I wouldn't be upset with him if he changes his mind. There are a number of reasons why things weren't going well, I know I have a lot of body image issues and that had a lot of impact on our sex life, and there was also just a lot of baggage from old issues that built up over the course of the relationship. I've since been in therapy which I know was long overdue and working on a lot of the issues that contributed. Ultimately though, what ended up being the breaking point was issues we were having with polyamory.

I'm going to try and keep things as succinct as possible because the including all the details would make it way too long, but here's basically what happened: Jake and I agreed to be open about sleeping with other people, as long as we kept things out of our shared space. We weren't sure about dating others yet, but we said we'd talk about it if it came up. I know Jake felt jealous about me being with others while I worked on our own intimacy issues, but he told me that he knew that was unhealthy especially if we wanted to eventually be poly. A few months in, I heard from one of our friends, Emily, that a new friend of ours, Daniel, thought Jake was hot and might have a crush on him. I was shocked that Emily would tell me that because she knew Jake and I were together, and I told Jake to discuss what to do about it. He was kind of upset that I told him because he said he would've wanted to hear that from Daniel directly, I argued it was relevant but apologized anyway and dropped it. Over the next few months, Jake and Daniel started texting a lot and Jake started developing feelings for him. When Daniel confessed during a movie night, Jake said he felt the same but that he'd have to talk to me about it first. Jake told me he wanted to go for it, which was surprising because he had said literally the day before that he wasn't sure, but we decided to try poly with some ground rules. Ultimately the issue came down to the "shared space" rule we were already following. I considered making out as sexual, but Jake disagreed and told me that was too controlling if we were allowed to have dates at the apartment. This led to a fight, and when I went to the other room to calm down, I realized that if I couldn't handle seeing Jake with someone else so close to me, I couldn't do poly, so I went back out to tell him. He asked why we couldn't keep talking about it, I said I couldn't change how I felt, and he got upset that I wasn't willing to have a conversation about it now that he had feelings for someone else, so I asked him what he'd want to talk about and he said not to bother because it was obvious I had already made up my mind. The next day he told me we should take a break, and we broke up a week later. I want to make it very clear that I don't blame Daniel for any of this and I don't think anyone was "cheating". As far as I'm aware, Jake and Daniel started dating about 4-5 months after we broke up. I'm not going to lie and say that seeing Jake so happy with someone else doesn't hurt, but I know that's immature of me and I'm working on getting over it.

About a week ago, Jake invited me to go to a bar with a bunch of our old friends. It was a lot of fun and I had really missed hanging with everyone in a group. At some point during the night though, I noticed Daniel being kind of handsy with Jake. I brushed it off because everyone was drunk, but as time went on it became less and less subtle, and I started getting a little uncomfortable. I noticed that one of our more reserved friends, Jason, was also looking a bit flustered. At one point Daniel pulled Jake away from the table to go off somewhere, and everyone just kind of laughed awkwardly before continuing conversation. I know that Jake didn't like PDA before but it's possible that changed, idk.

At the end of the night when people were saying goodbyes and starting to head home, I pulled Jake aside to thank him for inviting me and saying it was a lot of fun and great to see everyone again, but that I noticed people were kind of uncomfortable with Daniel's PDA and suggested that he tone it down a little in the future, especially around Jason. Jake didn't say anything at the time but his smile dropped a little bit and he said he'd talk to Daniel about it.

The next day, I woke up to messages from both Jake and Jason telling me I was out of line and that nobody but me had any issues with their PDA. I even mentioned Jason looking uncomfortable and he said that it was because he had had a crush on Jake for a while now, but that it would be unreasonable for him to ask Jake and Daniel to change their behavior around their friends (which I completely disagree with when it comes to PDA and being inappropriate in public). Jake told me that if I was going to bring our breakup back into the group dynamic it would be better if I didn't come in the future. I asked a few of our other friends and one said that it could be too much sometimes but only when everyone was really drunk, one said that if it did go too far they'd say something, but that it never had, and the last one told me that I was being rude and was clearly just not over Jake.

I don't think I'm an asshole for being uncomfortable with PDA and even if nobody else agrees with me (and at least a couple do), I didn't go about telling them in a rude way at all, but most of the group is saying I was overstepping and to get over myself. AITA here?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thefallennightmare · 1 day

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I need something angsty for HC Tuesday.

like Noah and the reader broke up because one of them fucked up (your choice) and when they see each other they hookup, but the reader thinks Noah's gonna leave her again because he got what he wanted but nope. Noah tells her that they will work through their problems and that he will never let her go again.

Sparked in my mind like 5 min ago😭 I know you can do it justice❤❤

Love you tina❤

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GIRL, I LOVE ANGST SO GOD DAMN MUCH. But sorry if it's not angsty enough lol maybe down the road I can explore more into this.

"I'll see you guys later!" You called to your group of friends you left behind at the restaurant.

You'd spend the day with them and now that it was getting late, you wanted nothing more than to go home and lounge in bed.

Your brain had been filled with so many different things that you didn't realize you walked into a body until it was too late.

"Y/N?"

Gazing up, you went to apologize when you noticed who those pair of almond eyes belonged too.

"No-Noah?" You stuttered while taking a large step away from your ex boyfriend.

His hair was much shorter than when you dated him but that faint smile was still the same.

It had been almost six months since you saw him last but he still took your breath away.

It was your fault the two of you broke up because, you were scared that Noah would forget you when Bad Omens rose to stardom.

He promised you that he never would but you didn't want to risk your heart getting broken so you left him.

But in the end, your heart was still broken because you missed him so much.

You wanted to reach out, ask him to forgive you and take you back, but as you watched Bad Omens grow into stardom, you didn't want to be a bother.

"Hey angel," he smiled while stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You look good."

You blinked as your heart rate picked up at hearing his nickname for you.

"You're back? I thought Bad Omens was touring for another week."

He raised a brow at that with a chuckle. "Paying attention, huh?"

When you didn't say anything, he continued. "I was sick the last few days so we canceled tour early."

"Oh," you shuffled on your feet.

The silence was starting to tug hard on your broken heart that had yet to mend so you quickly turned on your heels, ready to go back home.

"Can I walk you home?"

Noah's question made you falter for a moment and you knew that you should decline because the repercussions of what could happen after would only make things worse.

"Sure," the word flew out of your mouth before it registered.

The voice in your head was so wrong.

The walk home turned into an invite up to catch up which turned into the both of you tied together in between your sheets.

Now you lay staring at the large tattoo on his back with your breath caught in your throat, wondering if he was going to leave.

"If you're going to leave, can you do it now before I think too far ahead?" Your voice came out broken.

Noah, who was falling asleep, turned around and rubbed away the sleep from his eyes.

"Angel," he cupped your cheek, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not a big believer in fate but I think there was a reason why I ran into you tonight. Now that I have you again, I'm not letting you go again."

"You're not?" Your bottom lip wobbled and he kissed it.

"I'm staying here as long as you let me," he admitted.

You wrapped an arm around him, breathing in that familiar scent of him.

"I'm not letting you go again."

Slowly as he laid next to you in bed, your broken heart began to mend.

#thefallennightmare #noah sebastian headcannons #bad omens #bad omens head cannons #bad omens headcannons #noah sebastian

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kana-de · 16 hours

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mind empty just imagining levi with a lieutenant!reader as keeping to yourselves as he is. bearing everything by yourself, not getting a chance to grieve (especially in the survey corps), and thus resulting in your emotions being bottled up for so long that you forget when you last got the time to mourn the loss of yet another one of your comrades. you've been through so much you don't even understand if you even can grieve anymore.

and the more time you and levi spend together — doesn't matter if it's on expeditions or randomly meeting each other in the halls of the hq — the more he starts to understand that what he sees in you is just a reflection of himself; of his own mindset and feelings.

and it's funny, really — he's basically observing himself from the outside.

levi can't say you two are close. of course, he's working on it (he really is trying), because the pull he has towards you hasn't ever wavered in the years he's known you, but it's so hard considering the circumstances you're living in. one day he's finally trying to open up to you, talking to you about how he'd lived in the underground all his childhood, and how much deaths he'd witnessed in his life that he'd long lost count of, and the next day he can find out you'd been eaten by a titan on another one of your stupidly dangerous expeditions.

and he knows, he knows that you're strong — shit, you basically equal him — that you can handle yourself in such dangerous situations where a normal person would die of shock immediately, that you're his god damn lieutenant, and you deserve your rank, but still there's this gnawing feeling in the back of his mind whenever he gets to know that you and your squad are leaving for yet another expedition, and he hates it.

every time you leave beyond the walls, levi tells you "don't die", or threatens that he'd come and get you in, quote, "wherever you go after death and kick your ass myself, lieutenant" when he has a particularly anxious feeling about the upcoming mission.

sometimes you come back with half your squad gone, sometimes with only a few people dead — doesn't matter how much, he sees the effect the losses have on you every single time, and he can't even bring himself to think of something akin to "they've been here for so long, should've gotten used already", because he himself isn't sure if he had gotten used to that.

and with the way you've both been so emotionally closed off for so long, levi can't help but start noticing how you finally start opening up to him, bits by bits, even if it's later than all of his attempts to do the same, but he's so fucking grateful you do, because he's never had the decency to come up to you and ask you to just talk. and it feels like such an accomplishment to him – to get a person with the same traumas as him to open up.

and when he thinks how proud he is of you, to try and start overcoming your own fears, to tell him the bits of your past and your fears and traumas, levi understands that he himself is becoming more open in your conversations; you helped him in finally opening his soul up after god knows how many decades, and to no one other than you.

the concept of time was foreign to both of you. as said before, nobody ever knew what would happen later today, tomorrow, the next week or month. but levi knows that now that you're in his life, guiding him through the debris of the mess that is his mind, death doesn't matter anymore, as you both try to live right now.

#what did i just write #dude #thats my man i love him sm #but actually #i wrote this in what #3 hrs #and had a speaking exam in between lmao #im good #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan

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celestcelest · 3 days

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How Fast Would The Twst Cast Eat A Subway Footlong

The Tierlist

The explanation

WHERE TF DID THE SANDWICH GO?????

It's Ruggie what did you expect?

It's Jade what did you expect?

It's Floyd what did you expect?

Now Coach Vargas reminds me of my dad: he asks for a small bite of your food before unhinging his jaw like a snake and devouring it whole

It's Grim what did you expect?

I'm pretty sure it's been confirmed that Sebek eats a lot plus crocodiles have big mouths he definitely inhales his food

Brother Took A Bite And Didn't Stop Until It Was Gone

To me Kalim seems like the type who'd just go at it when he eats something he likes, but it still takes him a bit to finish

That mf can EAT. Epel would be in the category of "Where tf did the sandwich go" if he wasn't afraid of vil finding out he ate so fast (don't eat to fast kids you'll get a tummy ache)

His once a month "actual meal". Idia's all about efficiency when it comes to eating so i don't see him eating subway often but when he does... OH BOY. (ortho got the subway for him btw)

Ace just gives me fast eater vibes

same with Deuce although he's a bit slower than ace

headcanon: Sam has to eat fast because theres always someone looking for him

Takes His Time

The few times Jamil has some peace and quiet is when he eats plus getting take out is a once in a lifetime opportunity for him

Rook will savor all his food in order to "fully appreciate the craftsmanship that went into this exquisite meal" -_-

Leona is a slow eater end of story

Trey savors his meals

Malleus "future king" Draconia was definitely taught manners (aka he's eating subway with a fork like a freak -_-)

Doesn't Finish It

getting subway was definitely not Azul's idea so he most likely only ate half (or maybe less) and gave the rest to the twins who fought over the piece like their lives depended on it

The oh so generous headmage Croweley's subway got stolen by a bird that was flying past(he cries about it for a week and tries to get the prefect to find the missing sandwich)

Cater put a bunch of toppings on his sandwich which made him full after a few bites (he'll eat the rest later/tomorrow tho)

Falls asleep while eating the sandwich

Thinks it's so delicious that he'll save it so he can put it in one of his recipes the next day

Doesn't Like Subway

Riddle doesn't eat fast food in general, even if it's just a sandwich pt. 1

crewel doesn't eat our peasant food/j

Vil doesn't eat fast food even though it's just a sandwich pt. 2

trein prefers making his own meals

Jack doesn't eat fast food even though it's just a sandwich pt. 3

Can't Eat Subway

lucius is a cat

ortho is a robot (although he does take pictures of idia's sandwich to file into his data or wtv)

Authors note: This was inspired after I ate subway like my life depended on it

the first thoughts that came into my mind after i finished my meal:

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rash0roar · 21 hours

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬🪻 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary : in the late night, inside NRC, you are assaulted by a few students. Having no other options, you summon your trusted fae in hopes of him giving you a hand.

warnings : a slight mention of blood and injuries

a/ n : I saw a comic like this yesterday and it inspired me to write this short story after it. Credit to the artist bun0286 on Twitter for the original story. I just wanted to write this in a bigger story because I really like the plot! Please don't harass me :') ; Hi. Yes, it's me. I'm back. After months :')

Rushed footsteps could be heard outside the Night Raven Collage in the dead of night.“You can't run too far human!„ A voice said from behind. You never guessed people were awake at this our, hell, you didn't expect to be assaulted by them either! What was their problem anyway? You just wanted more snacks from the school's kitchen.

Shit. A dead end, great. You thought as you walked around the corner just as one of the three boys behind you swung his pen for a spell. “Stop running will you?„ “Hey you guys listen. Don't you know battling without permission is forbi- Ack!..Auch..„ Just when you almost reached the end of the road you tripped on a rock, causing you to fall flat on your chest. “Really now, how is this fair? A human like you being in this school? You can't even use magic! The headmage must've been quite stupid to let someone like you in this school„ Shooting another beam of magic. You've barely avoided it, as the beam shot and made a slightly deep cut on your cheek. “You're little cat isn't here to help you anymore, what are you gonna do without him? Heh. You're weak. You have no place here. And you'll never will„

Turning on your back to get up, you ran your hands on the newly formed cut. Man, can this situation get any worse? As you looked at the blood dripping from the finger slowly down your palm, you noticed it. The gift, the blessings, from your dear fae, Malleus Draconia. Ah, I guess there's no way around it huh?

* — a week ago — *

It was after hours. You've been called in the halls of the school hidden from the teacher's eyes by the one and only Malleus Draconia. I wonder why he would invite me here out of all places? Why not speak outside of Ramshackle? As you advanced in the halls you suddenly heard a silent voice. “Child of man„ “Ah Malleus! You scared me„ “Heh, my apologies, I didn't mean to startle you„ “Is uhm.. Is there a reason to why you called me here? „ “Quite. Can you give me your hand?„ “My hand? Sure..here!„ Putting your hand in his, you watched him closely to see what he was planning on doing. He silently took your hand and slowly, he kissed your hand slightly biting your index finger. “M-Malleus! What're you doing?!?„ “Fufu, your reactions are adorable as ever, my dear„ Now with a blushing face you took your sweaty hand away from Malleus. “I want you to listen closely to me, my child of man. If danger shall ever fall upon you, I want you to call me name. One call, even a silent whisper, that's all it will take for me to come and help you. I shall come to you and summon thousands of thorns on those who did you wrong. Promise me this child of man„ Malleus looked in your eyes as you did the same, a small smile slowly making its way to your face. “I promise Malleus. If I'll ever be in danger you'll be the first person I'll call. Even if it's a small whisper„ At your words Malleus gave you a smile. He believed in your loyalty, as you believed in his.

“And that's practically what happened„ “Man you really got yourself the best boyfriend in the whole Twisted Wonderland!„ The next day after school, both you and Grim were staying in the Ramshackle lounge. You figured that telling Grim this story could take his mind off of Tuna for some time. “Indeed! This story is quite intriguing!„ Startled by the mysterious voice, both you and Grim jumped back, only to be greeted by a familiar face. “Lilia-senpai! You scared me! How did you get inside?„ “Khee hee hee I have my ways human! Besides! I couldn't help but overhear your little story! Malleus never told me the events that happened in it„ “Yeah, I would tell you more but...I was so embarrassed I can barely recall all of the things he said„ Lilia's eyes curiously trailed over your figure, only to stop at your fingers. He was the first to notice the thorn-like tattoo on your index finger. The one that Malleus had kissed the night before, just a bit lighter than your skin, almost invisible. Lilia's eyes winded at the sight of it. “Oh my would you look at that! Did you and Malleus make a deal perhaps?„ “I-...what?„ Scooting closer to your face, Lilia looked right into your eyes.“I'm surprised you didn't notice it sooner! That mark on your finger there is quite the big deal you know? How did you do it?„ “I- well...it wasn't really a deal...it was more of like...a promise„ “Hm..is that so? Khee hee hee, you're a really lucky one. That mark, rather, that promise you made has given you quite the gift. As I said before, this is no big thing, it's a spell made directly by Malleus, the future king of the Brair Valley. It's both a blessing and a curse. This spell grants you protection, a protection that is formed by your strong bond and that alone. Shall Malleus' feelings change... you'll end up being covered by thousands of thorns. A charm from a fairy ....

* — present time — *

Yes. A charm from a fairy... Getting up and taking a few steps back, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Heh what are you gonna do now? Cast a spell?„ And you said it. A small whisper, one that couldn't be heard, not even by the three boys in front of you. But didn't he say it? That's all it took.

One time a thunder stuck...then twice, and then thrice. “Huh? Thunder, there aren't even clouds in the sky„ The ground shook, slightly, but enough for the four to feel it. Another thunder could be heard, accompanied by a bright big flame that appeared behind your back. Two big wings had emerged from it and there he was, Malleus, he had come to help, just like he promised to do. “You called? Child of man? Fufu, having fun, aren't you all?„ “Is that? - Th- That's... that's Malleus Draconia!„ As he was standing behind, you felt an arm hook around your waist, pulling you close. “Ah! Malleus you came! Of course. You had called, and I had come to help, just like I promised that night„ As Malleus was looking at you, you noticed the three boys trying to run anyway, just to be stopped by a thick wall of thorns, blocking their way out. “Now now, don't tell me you want to escape? You wanted a duel, did you not?„ Summoning his staff, Malleus brought you even closer to him. Looking at his face, his bright green eyes had a tint of amusement in them. Of course he won't take them seriously. “Come on you three! I suppose you'll do your best? Hm, well, even if you did.... You won't be able to defeat me„

#yes I'm back after years of having writer's block #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst grim #twst x reader

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ofstardustanddreaming · 24 hours

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dating you

preference summary: what dating them is like.

content warnings: none

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

characters: gojo, choso, nanami

gender neutral reader

anon request

Satoru Gojo: Dating Gojo is dating someone who's emotionally closed off initially. He's there wanting to get to know you, but it takes several months before he's emotionally available to start letting you in that way. But he's also someone who breaths a sense of adventure into your life. Whether you're someone who takes risks or not, he'll bring out some new area of risk taking you never knew you had. He pushes you out of your comfort zone slightly, taking you on date nights with the new things he'd like to do, even if it's just trying the new bakery down the street. He loves spoiling you the further into your dating life, with his love and his money. You're not in the relationship for his money, something you stressfully tell him all the time, but he always reassures you that he loves spending his money on you. He almost wishes that you were able to catch his soft smile when he spends money on something you were always excited to have, but still loving watching your face light up with happiness when he gives you the gift. You also draw out the quiet side in him, allowing him the space of another person to take deep breaths and relax, allowing the loudness in his mind to finally quiet down. Dating him is like embers in a fire, sparking with romance and thrilling love, but able to have moments of calm between those thrilling adventures.

Choso Kamo: Choso is one of the sweetest of sweetest people around, dating him is like surrounding yourself with love. He's a quiet lover, with a tendency to follow your lead with romance and dating. He puts in effort though when he gets the hang of the dating world. He treats you with the best intentions, he gives his all in making sure you feel loved by him. Dating Choso is the honeymoon phase of the relationship every day for the rest of your life. Sure, you have your rough days and arguments happen, but you'll always come back to the honeymoon phase aspect of your relationship. Choso always thinks of you whenever he's in a store. If he sees something that he thinks you'll like or enjoy, he buys it for you. He memorizes what you like to drink, and he'll pick that up for you as well on his way past a coffee shop. He loves to spend mornings with you cuddling, his favorite way to begin the day. It's his favorite way of spending time with you, curled up and warm under the blankets. It makes it hard to leave in the morning, always feeling bad when he pouts when you move him off you. Dating Choso is like seeing the distant city lights in the evening at the top of the ferris wheel. The peaceful breeze that lingers over your hair and the warm feeling of the person next to you. It's the rush of love every time you're with each other.

Kento Nanami: Oh Kento, the greenest flag of all men around. Dating him is being seen, seen in such a way that feels so intimate, intimate with only a few months into the relationship. You can feel safe around him, and he's willing to take things slow if that's what you'd like. He takes dating at your pace, listening to what you need and want in a relationship. He just asks to be treated with the same respect. Dating him feels comfortable, not in the way that's terrifying either. It's the safety that means you can see a future with him. You are both easy going lovers, meeting in the middle to figure out what to do for dates. He's someone who loves scheduling a designated day and time for every week, ensuring that date and time worked for the both of you. He loves taking you to a romantic restaurant, loving when you guys get to the point of being regulars there. (And yes, everyone swoons when the see how you treat each other, seeing the love in one another's eyes.) But he's also willing to try something new, as long as it's with you. Dating Nanami is like the fresh scent of coffee in the morning, filling your nostrils with the scent of familiarity. Comfort in the romance and love of one another, always knowing how each other takes coffee in the morning, and rushing in the morning to make the other the coffee.

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minervadashwood · 2 days

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Don't Let the Light Go Out

A hurt/comfort story about the struggles of PCOS.

Includes: kissing, period talk, depression Word count: 5.2 K

Summary: After the farm falls, life is a struggle for everyone. However, you have enough birth control to get you through the worst of it. Not to mention a blossoming romance(?) with the taciturn Daryl Dixon. However, when you settle in at the prison, your pills have run out, and Daryl's actions become inscrutable.

Once upon a cold winter’s night.

Daryl watched you in the moonlight as you shivered silently. It was a wonder you didn't crack your teeth you were rattling so much. You glanced around the gutted convenience store, and eventually your eyes landed on him. Giving him a small--albeit quivering--smile, you tried in vain to get warmer under your single blanket.

When you started staring up at the ceiling, Daryl quickly got to his feet and made his way over. Without speaking, he held his sleeping bag out toward you.

"Are y-you s-s-sure?" you asked through your chattering teeth.

He nodded. He ran warm, besides, he hated seeing you suffer. You’d never complain, of course, but Daryl noticed how you made do with less, wanting the kids and families to be taken care of first.

"Th-thank y-you,” you told him.

He shook his head and was about to go back to his spot.

Then you said, "Um...Daryl?"

He looked at you over his shoulder.

"W-we could sh-share? Like the others?"

Daryl surveyed the rest of the group. No one was asleep--except Carl--but the rest of them were huddled together in pairs or triples.

You teeth chattered as he thought.

Then he huffed and sat on the floor next to you, resting his back on the counter you were leaning up against.

You made easy work of covering the both of your laps with the two sleeping bags, and then you scooted closer to him. Your thigh and arm were touching his own. And even though you were shivering, Daryl felt warmer when your body met his. After a moment, you stilled, letting your head come to rest on his shoulder.

Worried that you'd never warm up, Daryl put his arm around you. Your head moved to lay on his chest as you snuggled closer, and Daryl marveled at just how soft you felt. How nice it was to have you resting against him. He’d never sat like this with anyone before. Despite that, Daryl relaxed. Your chattering and shivering began to ease. At the same time, something in Daryl eased, too.

Soon, you fell asleep. But Daryl stayed awake the whole night, watching over you and sheltering you beneath his arm. The next morning, it was as if nothing had ever happened. The group continued its trek in search of a more permanent shelter.

That night--when the group took shelter in a barn--you surprised Daryl when you started bedding down for the night. He watched you intently, so that when you turned around you met his eyes. A small, tremulous smile appeared on your face. You raised your eyebrows in question, and Daryl tossed you his sleeping bag. Gathering some straw for padding, you laid out your own blanket with his.

As you worked, Daryl slowly made his way over to you.

Squatting next to the makeshift bed, you asked, “You'll get some sleep, won't you? If my being next to you keeps you awake, we can sleep in shifts."

Daryl shook his head. "Rick's on watch tonight."

You smiled at him, looking relieved. "Good."

Beneath the covers, Daryl didn’t touch you any more than he had the previous night. But the warmth of both your bodies mingled beneath the covers, and that same relaxed feeling came over him. He waited until you went to sleep first, then he closed his eyes and followed you in slumber.

This went on for a week, or a month; Daryl wasn’t sure. Then suddenly spring arrived. After a day of successful hunting, he returned to the group's makeshift shelter with fresh meat and wild berries.

Everyone was happy and full after dinner. Then the singing started. First Beth, then Maggie joined in, their melodious voices weaving from unison to harmony and back again. Somehow, your head found its way to Daryl's shoulder. You sighed and rubbed your full belly.

Daryl found himself looking at you and almost smiling.

Then, you took his hand in yours. Daryl--out of instinct--flinched away. You pulled your had back, but he caught it just in time. Linking his fingers through yours, Daryl held tightly to your warm hand.

From that moment on--as far as Daryl was concerned--you were his.

What you remember most about the first days in the prison was how tired you became. Finally able to sleep and eat regularly, your body basically crashed. Then, things got better.

There was food and safety. There were smiles and sighs of relief all around. Safely separated from the prisoners and well-stocked with food, your group settled into the new normal.

Everyone had their own space, and after months of zero privacy, having your own cell was a godsend. You slept upstairs, near Daryl on his perch. He was close to you, sure, but having your own bed again was glorious. The first night you slept alone you kicked your feet under the covers like a little girl. Despite not needing to huddle for warmth anymore, you and Daryl spent plenty of time together: going on runs, keeping watch, clearing out the fence line when too many walkers gathered in one place.

One day, as you were finishing up your morning chores, Daryl found you. He held out his hand and said, “I got somethin’ to show ya.”.

Holding hands with Daryl still set your heart aflutter. He so rarely showed physical affection, that you delighted in each touch from him. You weren’t sure if you’d ever do more than hold hands. But you wanted to. You dreamt about kissing him, about so much more. However, you decided at the start to let Daryl set the pace. And if holding hands was all he wanted to do, you would accept that.

With your hand in his, Daryl led you out into the yard, to the quietest part, away from walkers. There was already a blanket on the ground, held in place by some stones in the corners.

You looked at the blanket and the bag at his side.

“Is this a picnic?”

“Mmm,” he grunted, and led you to sit on the blanket.

He let go of your hand and then joined you, making easy work of emptying the satchel and setting out some some sandwiches and a thermos of soup.

Often in the past you’d shared meals with him--and the others--sitting outside on the hard ground, long enough to eat a meager meal before moving on. But this was special. Daryl had taken the time to do this for you.

That realization sent a rush through you, and your cheeks and chest grew warm.

“This is real nice,” you told him, as he handed you a sandwich.

“Nothin’ much,” he replied, meeting your eyes then looking away. He stretched out his legs and leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you asked.

“In a bit,” he sighed. “Ya go’n ahead.”

You put down your sandwich and laid down beside him, putting your hands behind your head. “I’ll wait for you, then.”

You watched the clouds. There was a gentle breeze on the warm spring day, and the wispy clouds above moved leisurely across the sky.

After a while, Daryl laid back, too, and his elbow touched yours.

Eventually, he said, “I’d take ya somewhere nice if I could. One of them restaurants with the menus all in cursive.”

You smiled at him, but he kept staring up at the sky.

You said, “Daryl, this is perfect.”

“Nah, it isn’t.” He sat up abruptly and faced you. “But it’s gonna be better. Now that we got this place.”

“We’ll make something of it here,” you agreed.

“Makes me think…” his voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

Sitting up, you said, “Go ahead. It’s okay, Daryl. You can say what you mean. It’s just us.”

He met your gaze before quickly looking away. “Makes me think I can take care of ya better. And that we---”

His ears turned beet red as he paused. Your breath caught in your throat as he stumbled his way around the words. You wanted to leap up and drag the thoughts out of him, but you didn’t dare move. You had to give him time and space. Daryl needed that sometimes.

“I guess what I’m sayin’ is--Oh fuck,” he mumbled. Taking a deep breath, he said, “What Glenn and Maggie got--I-I want that for us, too.” Suddenly, he was chewing furiously on his thumbnail. “I mean, if ya want somethin’ like that, too. With me.”

You gently tugged his hand away from his mouth, worried that he was going to hurt himself with his nervous tic. Cradling his large, calloused hand in both of yours, you smoothed your fingers over his knuckles and fingertips. “I want that, too.”

He nodded, his eyes finding yours briefly before flickering away again.

He huffed, and then with a look of determination, Daryl abruptly grabbed your hand and yanked you against him. Letting out an oof you, both tumbled back onto the blanket with Daryl laying flat on his back while you held yourself up over him.

The spring day suddenly became a lot warmer as you gazed down, into Daryl’s eyes. Daryl grabbed onto you with both hands--and before you could make sense of anything--he kissed you.

It was over as soon as it started. Daryl practically scrambled away, sitting up and moving to a corner of the blanket away from you. He grabbed a sandwich and bit into it hurriedly.

Was kissing you that bad? Did he not like the feel of you on top of him? You wrapped your arms around your generous midsection. You could not remember a time when you weren’t chubby or fat, but until now that never seemed to bother Daryl. If he couldn’t handle your largesse, then there was a lot more about you he wouldn’t take well either.

He finished his sandwich in record time. Then he sat there staring at his own lap as you remained on your end of the blanket, stewing with worry.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled.

Sorry for what? Was he going to end things? What even was between you two if he didn’t like you that way?

“Sorry?” you whispered.

“Jus’ not good at this.”

You started trembling. But you’d rather know the truth. “A-a-are you breaking up with me?”

Hearing the tears in you voice, Daryl said, “Why’re ya cryin’? Next time just shove me away or somethin’.

You shook your head. “You don’t like kissing me.”

“I ain’t ready fer the kissin’ an’ stuff yet. But I wanted to try.”

You wiped at your tears and sniffed. “Daryl, you don’t have to ever be ready. It’s okay the way it is.”

You inched closer to him, and Daryl reached for your hand. “Jus’ give me time.”

You turned to face him, his hooded eyes hidden from you. Touching his cheek, you said, “When you’re ready, I’ll be here. And if you’re not ever ready, I’ll still be here. Okay?’

He nodded, but let go of your hand. Snatching up the thermos of soup, he unscrewed the top.

“Best eat up before it gets cold.”

Sometime later, on a hot summer day, you were in a tank top and shorts weeding the garden. A sudden rainstorm blew in, and it felt like a cool compress on your hot skin. Alone, you laughed to yourself holding out your arms a la Andy Dusfrene and looked up at the sky. The rain sluiced away the sweat and drenched your clothes. After basking in the relief, you got back to work. The ground softened, making your job much easier. Sometime later, the garden was weed-free and the rain still falling.

Standing up, you did your best to clean mud off your hands, then you headed back inside. A chill ran through you on the way, and by the time you were within the concrete walls you were downright chilly. But you had no complaints; it’d been hotter than Hades for weeks, so this cooler weather was just the respite you needed.

You waved to the others as you went upstairs to get a change of clothes. Daryl was up there, sitting on his mattress and sharpening a knife as you approached.

The moment he saw you, he hopped up and dropped everything in his hands.

Daryl looked you up and down. Tight shirt clinging to your curves, cotton shorts sticking to your thighs. Goosepimples broke out on your arms, but what Daryl noticed most were your pebbled nipples. He swallowed thickly and grabbed a hold of you, pulling you into your cell.

“Yer freezin’,” he told you, his body inches from yours. His eyes glued to your chest.

You blinked up at him, surprised, but not protesting. “Yeah, I was just going to shower and change…”

His eyes widened, and Daryl became a man possessed. He grunted, grabbed your face, and kissed you. This time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he cornered you against the wall, pecking your mouth again and again. Growing eager, you took Daryl by the nape of his neck to hold him still, and then you kissed him long and hard. He groaned against your mouth, losing himself in you as he pressed his body against yours, practically squeezing you against the wall in an attempt to get as close to you as possible. Then in the next instant he relented, stepping back a few inches. Opening your eyes, you saw him flushed and panting, his eyes now frantic. “Let’s take a moment,” you whispered.

Daryl nodded, backing away even more.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

Again, he nodded, finally coming back to himself. Edging farther away from you, he dropped your hands and wiped at his lips. Then, he stared at his wet hand before gazing back at you, his expression unreadable.

“You should…get back to what you were doin’. Before ya catch cold,” he blurted as he rushed away from you and out of the cell block.

A few days later, on a run with Glenn and Maggie, Daryl kissed you again. In a yarn store, in fact. The small shop had shelves chock full of skeins, and once the others left, Daryl grabbed you. At first, you thought it was to hide from a walker, but then you noticed how Daryl was trembling. Despite that, he was full of confidence as he ducked his head and lined his lips with yours. He moved languidly, almost savoring you--and you him--as if he had all the time in the world to kiss you senseless. When you broke apart, Daryl let out a soft chuckle and smiled at you. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned his back to you and walked outside.

Beth was on her period. Maggie, too. Carol’d had hers a week ago. You’d run out of birth control pills during the winter, and spironolactone last night. You’d been going on runs when you could, always searching for more, but secretively. After all, you weren’t likely to get pregnant anytime soon. And it would be downright selfish (not to say weird) to tell them you were worried about dark hair growing on your face.

Daryl was still random in his affections, but you thought he did care for you in his own way. However, no one would want to be with the Bearded Lady. And it wasn’t like you could’ve used a razor. No one bothered anymore. Score one for gender equality when it came to leg hair and armpit hair. But the realization that you’d grow wispy black hairs along your chin and sideburns was hard for you to accept. And you didn’t imagine anyone else could, either..

Thankfully, there were no signs of your period. No cramping, no unpredictable mood swings, no hot flashes, no migraines. Maybe you’d be spared. Maybe somehow you’d gone through perimenopause, and menopause in a few months. Never mind that the process usually took about ten years.

If only you’d been so lucky.

A few weeks later, you woke up with a pounding behind your eyes, nausea in your belly, and a grinding pain in your lower stomach. It had been ten years since you’d had a period without birth control, and you’d almost forgotten how bad it could get.

To your relief, Daryl was on the last watch shift, so he’d gotten up for the day hours ago. You were sure that if he took one look at you, he’d demand to know what was wrong. And you weren’t ready to tell him, not yet.

Behind the privacy of the curtain around your cell, you checked the state of your bed and underwear. You hadn’t started bleeding yet. But you would soon. Controlling your flow was going to be a challenge, especially since you were going on a run today. No tidy rest areas for bathroom breaks. In the Before Times, you could fill up a super tampon in an hour. Often you had to double up: tampon and a pad, and change both frequently.

You knew the prison bathroom had menstrual cups and washable pads. All you had to do was get to the bathroom. You could do that. Easy-peasy.

You opened your curtain, and the brightness of the cell block sent the pounding in your head into overdrive. You winced and stumbled out to the railing.

Just get to the bathroom.

Squinting and keeping your eyes on the gray floor, you shuffled down the steps. Your stomach roiled, but you pressed on. Rarely did you actually throw up; just felt like you had to for a few days.

There were murmured greetings as you passed the others. You only recognized them by their shoes. Daryl wasn’t among them, thank god.

Finally, you reached the bathroom. Making a beeline for a sink you turned on the water and splashed your face. You took a few sips, too, trying to ease your urge to vomit. It helped some.

The trek from your cell had wiped you out, however, and you stood at the sink, leaning on it and trying to will away this rush of fatigue.

“Y’alright, hon?”

You jumped and spun around to find Carol in the doorway.

“I…I’m not sure,” you admitted. But you had to be. The run. For formula and diapers. For Judith.

Carol approached you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Is it morning sickness?” she whispered.

“What?! No!” you blurted. “I don’t even know if I can get pregnant…and besides…I haven’t…”

“You mean you and Daryl don't?”

You shook your head. “I’m on my period.”

“Is it always this rough for you?”

“Not usually.” You sighed. “I have polycystic ovarian syndrome. And when I’m on the pill it’s fine. When I’m not. I get like this. Oh, Jesus.” A series of cramps started grinding--at least that’s what it felt like --sending pain through your lower belly and back. You leaned against the wall and sank to the floor.

“I think you need to get back to bed. Let’s get you set up with supplies, a bit to eat. Ask Daryl and Glenn to see if they can find you some pills.”

“I can’t,” you protested. “I’m supposed to go on that run today. And…Daryl doesn’t know about this. I don’t want--” You didn’t want to freak him out and scare him off. “I don’t want him to worry.”

Carol folded her arms. To her, you looked on the verge of collapse. Your pallor was gone and the way you were holding your belly spoke to just how much pain you were in. But like your partner, you were as stubborn as they come when asking for help. Which is to say, you didn’t

She also knew that if Daryl could see you now, he’d drop everything to take care of you, including going to the ends of the earth to get you the medicine you needed. Carol reached down and urged you to your feet. Guiding you to the nearest stall, she sat you down. After fetching one of the menstrual cups, she handed it to you.

“You ever use one of these before? I hadn’t.”

You shook your head. “I know it’s supposed to be easy, but I just want the pads for now. I can get them, Carol. Don’t fuss over me.” Everything hurt so much, you didn’t want to even try getting the cup in right now.

“You can barely stand. What good are you going to be on the outside?”

No good, you thought. That’s exactly what you were: no good. You were just such a waste of space and effort. Why did any of them put up with you, honestly? You should do better. After this, you would earn your keep.

Carol wordlessly handed you one of the pads, then turned away, giving you a moment to put it in place. By the time you were done, you were trying not to cry.

Eventually, you ended up back in your bed, curtain drawn so the world wouldn’t have to see you. You wished you were strong enough to fight through this. But you weren’t. So you lay there, wondering how you’d explain everything to Daryl. And worrying if it would all be Too Much for him.

Daryl had been waiting by his bike for fifteen minutes before he decided to go back in and see what was taking you so long. He was stopped at the bottom of the stairs by Carol, who shook her head at him.

"She's not going today."

Daryl furrowed his brow. It wasn't like you to leave anyone in the lurch, much less him. Were you mad about something? You had been crankier than normal, but he figured it was just your Time of the Month like the others. Still, that didn't stop Maggie or anyone else from going on runs and keeping up with chores.

He shuffled around Carol, but she stopped him from getting past her.

"She's not feeling good. Needs to rest."

"'M gonna check on 'er then," Daryl huffed.

Carol didn't let up. "She's sleeping. Don't worry. You can see her when you get back."

Daryl chewed his lip, glancing from Carol to your curtained-off cell.

"Daryl," Carol said, "How serious is this thing between you two?"

Bewildered, Daryl paused, trying to wrap his head around the question.

How serious? Wasn't it obvious how much he loved you? He'd done his best to say it in his own way. By spending time with you and making sure you were safe. And there'd been the kissing, too—not that Carol knew anything about that. He was doing good, he thought, of showing you how he felt.

He shrugged, and Carol patted his shoulder.

"You're in deep aren't ya?" she said.

Daryl nodded, still chewing on his lip.

"I think you need to tell her that."

He nodded and got as far as the second step before Carol pulled him back down.

“After you get back." She handed him a piece of paper with a list of unpronounceable words scrawled on it. "Herschel said we could use any medicine with these names. It probably won't be in bottles. Look for circular or rectangle packages. If you find any, get as much as you can."

"Anythin' else?" he mumbled.

"Nope, that's it." She turned him around gently so he was facing the exit again. "I'll look after her 'til you get back."

You slept on and off. The dark cell eased your migraine as the day went on. And you managed to drink a little bit of water. Otherwise, you were dazed and staring into the darkness.

When the scent of Carol and Beth cooking dinner wafted upstairs, you were both ravenous and queasy. You just rolled over and faced the wall. In addition to your physical ills, you simply didn’t want to leave your room. The thought of going downstairs and having everyone look at you pityingly overwhelmed you.

Logically, you knew this depression was because of your hormones, but you felt as dark inside as your cell was. You should just lay up here and hide. No one should have to put up with you.

Tears started staining your cheeks, and you curled up in the fetal position.

Then you heard your curtain open and the soft sound of boots on the concrete floor of your room.

You opened your eyes, not bothering to move as orange candlelight reflected on the wall you were staring at.

You’d just pretend to be asleep. That way you wouldn’t have to face Carol again.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tensed beneath the covers, doing your best to not move at all. You heard Carol moving around, and the smell of dinner was strong in your nose.

Then, the bed dipped as someone sat next to you. A large, gentle hand was on your head, touching you softly.

That wasn’t Carol’s touch.

“How ya feelin’?” Daryl whispered.

His touch and voice broke through the darkness you’d been struggling with. Without thinking you rolled over, leaning into his touch.

Daryl took one look at you, then he sank to his knees by the bed and cupped your face.

“Wha’s wrong, honey?”

You’d never seen such a look on his face, somehow soft but wincing. His brow was furrowed but his eyes were sad.

Suddenly, you felt like the world’s biggest fool. Why had you tried avoiding him all day? How could you ease his worry and get that sad look out of his eyes?

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, hiccuping through your tears.

Daryl shook his head, and pulled you closer to him. “Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout. Ya can’t help bein’ sick.”

“I-I’m not sick.” you admitted, steeling yourself for what was to come. “I have a condition that makes my periods severe and unpredictable.”

Daryl took out a rag and wiped your cheeks. “Real rough on ya,” he observed.

“That’s not all,” you explained. “Since I’m out of medicine, I’m going to--” you choked back a sob. And Daryl watched you, the concern on his face deepening. “I’m gonna grow chin hair, and be a whiny mess, and I’ll never be thin, and I probably can’t have kids, and every time this happens I’m going to be a little crazy.” You kept crying, so ashamed and afraid.

Daryl didn’t say a word. He just crawled into bed with you, nudging you back toward the wall. The bed was narrow, and you were sure that Daryl barely fit on it. But he put his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead.

You jolted suddenly. What if you’d leaked through your pad on the bed? And now Daryl was lying right on top of it?

“There might be blood,” you hiccuped, trying to pull away, but you were so close to the wall, there was no where to go.

Daryl tighten his arm around you and pressed his hand to your lower back. The pressure instantly eased the cramping.

He nudged your chin with his nose. “Ya think a little bit of blood is gonna scare me away?” he smirked.

Despite your distress, you choked out a laugh. “I guess not,” you admitted.

He started moving his hand at your lower back. You gasped and buried your head against his chest.

“What about the chin hair?” you murmured, cringing at the thought.

Daryl huffed, kissing the top of your head. “Can’t be no worse that that time Merle tried to grow a beard down to his waist.”

“He did?”

“Mmhm. He’s out there thinkin’ he was the Grateful Dead, but it looked like he took a broken lawnmower to his face.”

Daryl breathed a sigh of relief as you looked up at him, a tiny smile on your lips.

“Ya eaten today?” he asked.

You shook your head.

Daryl sat up, bringing you with him, and he eased you to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.

“Le’s try a few bites,” he said.

“It smells really good.”

Daryl fed you a small bite, and he watched you relax as you chewed the food.

“Sometimes goin’ hungry gets yer belly so outta wack you don’t feel like eatin’ again.” He fed you some more and kept encouraging you until the plate was empty.

You patted your belly and leaned on his shoulder. “Thank you, Daryl.”

He angled himself toward you and cupped your cheek. You were still ragged-looking but doing better than you were a bit ago. He ducked his head and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You leaned into him more, and Daryl continued kissing you gently. He was getting better at kissing, he thought, and the way you relaxed into him only made his confidence grow. However, you were tired and weak, still. He had to keep that in mind.

“Well, that woke me up,” you said as he pulled away, and a trail of spit hung between your lips. You wiped at it with a little chuckle, and the vice around his heart eased some more. “Or maybe it was the food,” you teased.

Daryl laughed and hugged you, his hands going firm on your lower back.

“That’s so nice,” you sighed. “When you press on my back, it eases up the cramps.

“I’ll keep doin’ it then.”

You shook your head. “I should…well, I have to make a trip to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with ya.”

“No. I’ll get Carol if I need help.”

Daryl nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. After you left, he surveyed the room, spotting a dark stain on the center of your bed. It didn’t bother him, much, but it might bother you. He quickly enlisted the help of Maggie and Beth, getting your sheets changed. Then he did a little work of his own rearranging things in your cell.

When you got back to your cell, it was a sight different than when you left it. The single candle was still the only light in the room, and it cast a warm glow over the new bed. Your mattress was in the floor, but so was Daryl’s. He sat on the corner and patted the spot beside him.

“This alright?” he asked.

“I thought you didn’t want to sleep in a cage,” you said softly.

He beckoned you closer, so you carefully sat down on the corner of the other mattress.

In the candlelight, Daryl gave you a tiny smile. “I cain’t rub your back if I’m out there.”

You bit your lip and grinned at him. “Guess not.”

He blew out the light, shrouding your cell in total darkness. However, the darkness of your mind slipped further away as you got under the covers with him. He laid facing you and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you again and rubbing circles on your lower back. Everything in you seemed to relax.

“You know I’d do anything for ya,” he whispered.

You were sure that would apply to anyone in your group, not just you.

“This is enough,” you told him. “More than enough.”

“Why didn’ ya tell me what was goin’ on?”

You took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to scare you off. Didn’t want you to see me like this and realize I’m going to be burdensome at times.”

“I don’t scare easy,” he said, shifting closer and kissing your forehead.

“Walkers are way different from dealing with a crazy woman.”

“Ya ain’t crazy, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Jus’ need a little more lovin’ sometimes.”

“What if I need too much?”

“‘S’alright. I got lots to spare.”

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Not only do Robin and Will (and Mike!) have scenes together, they have a plot where the three of them visit Castle Byers in the Upside Down and here's all of the proof:

I originally posted this on twitter a month ago, which got a lot of backlash as well as prompting a certain someone to lie directly to my face about it. Now that I've been vindicated so much in the last few days, I want to share this mini-theory that I'm mostly convinced of at this point.

1.Let us go over the filming timeline: February 15th (left), Robin and Will at the McCorkle farm. Take note of the outfit that Robin is wearing here. February 20th (right), fans stumble on an Upside Down Castle Byers set in the woods.

February 22 (left), a pap reveals they were filming at this location the past week, and likes a comment saying one of the figures in the red picture was of Noah/Will.

March 1st (right), Ross Duffer posts what is (possibly) weeks 7-8 of filming, including a picture of Castle Byers in the Upside Down with the prominent American flag.

March 13 (but not really), we get a hidden shot from Episode 4. Oh, and an iPad in the corner that says this was actually February 13 - the same week they were filming with Maya/Noah/Finn at the farm.

Oh, but zoom in. Enhance image. What is that? It's the unknown!

A flag.... the body of a person with a dark coat and a white t-shirt.... possibly in the mirror view of a car or some kind of framing device. Now what did they film in the same week(s) that looks like this? Just Castle Byers and Robin.

2. Aaaaand then we get a little bit into Lovers Lake gate (literally).

The official version of the map, that could still be incorrect tbf, has Lover's Lake placed near the farms on the outskirts of town. There is also a fan-made map referenced from the actual show, which is different but still places Lover's Lake next to some farms and specifically Eugene McCorkle's farm.

Then we have this classic BTS photo from Ross of (possibly lol) Weeks 5-6 which would include the week of February 13 and 16th where we know they were filming at the farm.

What this all means, I won't speculate on too much, but I am fairly sure we are getting a mission with Robin/Will/Mike as they venture into the Upside Down (maybe Mike drives them himself) through a rift that has strategically opened near the farm because of it's position near the Lovers Lake gate. I think it's possible that they are investigating Will's memories, and trying to induce them to come back. The opening scene as we all know happens at Castle Byers. Will wants to go for his own self-development and discovery, Mike tags along because that's his boyfriend bestie, and Robin tags along after developing a soft spot for Will and to get a glimpse at how the two interact.

3. Where are the others at (why only them three)? Also in episode 4, we have Nancy, Jon, Dustin and (probably since it's his car) Steve as a group all travelling from the McCorkle farm into the Upside Down. Perhaps they split off into their own missions, or something goes awry and this is the reconnaissance team sent in to find RoWillMike.

The one thing I do have extra confirmation of is that Millie has not been involved in any of the farm scenes, even the ones filmed in April. There is no way El is involved in this plot. Millie was also on a filming break during most of February.

The others all likely have a plotline together (Lucas/Erica/Joyce/Hopper/El). Vickie couullldd be there though?

Fin.

#now that i dont have to explain WHY i think theres a team up this is much easier lol #robin buckley #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #st5 speculation #basically: skittles squad is real

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May Prompts (21)

Day 20 here. Start from the beginning here.

Fire.

His shoulder is on fire.

A grin takes over his face as he drops the weight. This isn’t the burn of infection or of a bullet shredding muscle to bits. This is the burn of exertion, of pushing his muscles to their limit. After days stuck in bed, it feels great.

The physiotherapist is working him hard and is dangling quite the carrot. If he does well, she will recommend he be discharged, provided he agree to do his exercises, of course. His doctor also believes he’s ready to go home. He’s not totally out of the woods—his injuries will still require out patient care and monitoring, but coming to the hospital for an hour three times a week sounds a lot more appealing then living here. The doctor was a bit resistant at first because John is a single father—he will still require frequent naps and needs to avoid putting any pressure on his chest (neither being easy when you live with a young child used to crawling all over you). But then Sherlock had loudly scoffed and announced that he would be moving to Putney for the duration of the recovery. Obviously.

At minimum it will be weeks, but it could be months. He isn’t totally sure Sherlock knows what he’s signing up for. Months sleeping on the sofa or Lilo in the sitting room. Unless …

The only times Sherlock hasn’t been at the hospital over the last few days is when he’s minding Rosie. Sherlock sleeps at his bedside and then ducks out at 6 am to ensure he gets to Putney before Rosie wakes. It’s incredible. It’s surprising and not surprising at all. It sets his heart on fire.

He loves Sherlock. And now he’s seeing how much Sherlock loves him, loves Rosie. But he’s still not sure it’s the same kind of love.

The physio smiles at him. “Well, I’d say you’re ready to go home,” she says.

He nods and glances over at Sherlock who is watching them intently from the corner. Sherlock looks exhausted and relieved and beautiful.

He’s not sure it’s the same kind of love, but after a decade, he’s ready to find out.

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all you have to do is ask | ❤️

; optional male lead fluff | ☁️

He’s the cutest when he smiles. Your heart feels as if it will pound right out of your chest when you’re the reason for his grin flashed your way in the middle of studying the outline of the report you’re writing up while staring at a blinding screen for far too long. He chuckles any time you make a simple mistake, and his eyes wrinkle and his nose scrunches before he corrects your error with a soft tone and more patience than you ever expected.

He’s not your boss, and not even the supervisor of the department, but he has been in charge of helping new hires at the office you began working at a few months prior. Though, what should have been only a week of getting you settled in and set up with your workload, tasks, and anything else the head of the department likes to throw on his workers last minute has turned into him keeping a close eye on you in case you need a little extra assistance.

“Just until you get the hang of things,” he promises, but by now you have a hard time believing it, and even sometimes you find yourself hoping it’s just an excuse to get closer to you.

You should feel a bit embarrassed he’s always coming to your aid when you forget an attachment or pointing out corrections before your supervisor notices, but it’s hard to turn away his help when his smiles make your heart flutter and his kindness makes it so easy to play the part of clumsy or forget new employee.

“Did you remember to e-mail the updates on your latest report?” he asks while walking past your desk to make his way to the copy machine, a stack of papers in hand and a grin on his lips because he already knows the answer. “It’s important!”

“I, uh, I’ll get right on that!” you inform him, immediately clicking away to pull up your contacts on your computer as the heat rushes to your face for being so forgetful. “Thanks!”

You hear his chuckle even after he’s passed, but you’re thankful he’s observant enough to keep you in line, wondering if he’s the same way with all of your other co-workers. Maybe you’re too anxious over making sure you don’t make another mistake he won’t manage to catch, but part of you wishes he isn’t just being nice and helpful to the newest employee.

“Here, let me get that!” he says, rushing to your side two days later when you have managed to jam the only printer on your entire floor. You step aside, the warmth of embarrassment flooding your cheeks as he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work un-sticking the mess of paper you’ve somehow made.

“Thanks,” you say with a voice so quiet he almost misses it. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I try my best,” he teases, grin wide as ever and your body feeling tingling all over from the sight of him.

A few weeks pass and you try to handle things on your own, however. Even if you enjoy his help every now and then, you do want to try your best so you don’t end up getting under his skin for his niceness to wear off. You also don’t want it to get around that you’re more trouble than you’re worth, so you leave post-its stuck to your monitor with reminders for all the attachments and e-mails you need to send, scribble down important times and dates of meetings and deadlines on the calendar resting over your desk, and even finish your latest report a day ahead of schedule.

You feel the pride swarming in your chest after a while, and even if you admit that you miss his visits to your desk to check up on you as well as spotting his soft smile or hearing his light-hearted chuckle, it’s nice to feel like you’re not so new and trying to get a grip on even simple tasks. You begin to feel like a member of the team, working hard to please your supervisor, and you even get a quick “good job” from your boss before leaving one afternoon.

Though, the confidence doesn’t last long when you sit down at your desk one morning to prepare to send the latest report to your supervisor, only to find the document wiped clean with no trace of a copy in an existing folder, and no signs of it accidentally being deleted in the recycle bin. Your heart sinks, wide eyes staring at the screen for a few moments as you click away to check every occupied space in your hard drive, stomach twisting as the seconds pass and the report you spent a week working hard on is nowhere to be found. You gulp, and close the document, only to open it once again, spotting a white page with a blinking cursor ready to begin typing.

You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, knowing you trashed your notes the day before when you thought the report was ready to be sent. How could this happen? How could you be so careless? The doubts flood you over and over as you continue to stare at the screen with a furrowed brow and slacked jaw.

It’s not until he walks past do you pull yourself from your trance, hearing your name being called in what sounds like a muffled voice once, twice, and three times until you finally snap your gaze in his direction.

“Everything okay?” he asks, curious and concerned and when you don’t reply, he takes a step closer to press his hands to the desk. “What’s wrong?”

Your heart sinks even lower. You were doing so well. You were getting the hang of things, and now the report is gone and due in a day and you have no notes to start over.

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, forcing a smile that his frown insists he doesn’t believe. “Yes, yeah, yup! I… I’m great!” Nervous laughter falls from your lips to have him wrinkling his brow, but he doesn’t push the issue.

“Alright, well, if you need anything…”

“Got it! Thanks.” Your fake smile widens and he hesitates for a moment before walking away.

You can fix this, you tell yourself, trying to calm your nerves while you reach for the small garbage bin next to your desk in hopes that there are a few notes scribbled on paper you tossed the night before. But of course, the trash is always emptied Wednesday nights and there’s a fresh bag greeting you when you look inside.

Huffing, you slump down in your chair, considering spending your morning looking for new jobs because you just know when your report hasn’t arrived by the following morning your boss is going to fire you. Just when you were getting decent paychecks, saving up for a new place to live, planning to get away from your annoying, messy roommate you try to avoid at all costs and hey, maybe even buy yourself a new pair of heels while you’re at it.

You can’t help but to groan as your head falls to your hands, mentally saying bye bye to that apartment with the view you had your heart set on, immediately feeling sorry for yourself until his words replay in your mind. You know you could ask him for help, but how could he even fix your mistake? Your report is missing, your notes are trashed, and there’s a possibility if you involve him, he could get disciplined for your mistake as well. The last thing you want to do is get the sweet, helpful guy that assisted you more times than you deserved in trouble right along with you.

Still, you have no other options. He did offer, you tell yourself, rising from your desk on feet that won’t budge until you work up enough courage to move. Your legs begin to shake and you wonder why you’re so worked up in just asking for help. You know you don’t want to be a problem, something annoying to get under his skin. But he did offer, you remind yourself once again.

It takes you twice as long to make your way to his desk, wishing your knees weren’t shaking so much, praying your heart stops pounding as hard. You spot him with a phone to his ear and a pen in hand, writing down a few things on paper a moment before he notices your presence. He smiles your way and you feel a bit sick to your stomach, as well as a bit disappointed you’ll never witness his smile again once you tell him the news and you’re fired over your mistake.

Bye bye sweet & helpful co-worker. You refrain from pouting while waiting patiently for him to finish his phone call, and it seems as if he speeds up the conversation with his client with a promise to get back to them before placing the phone on the hook with a click.

“Everything okay?” he asks just as before, smile fading when he senses your hesitation, and the fact that your eyes have fallen to the floor because you’re too embarrassed to face him.

“I…” you begin to whisper, seeing him shift his weight from the corner of your eye to turn his chair toward you, “...need help.” When you gather the courage to glance toward him, his brows are raised a bit, and when he stands is when you lower your head once again.

“With?” he questions with a chuckle, watching you nibble on your bottom lip and shift from one foot to the other.

“I messed up,” you exhale, closing your eyes for a moment, “big time.”

“How?” He steps closer before crossing his arms over his chest, and in a wave of overwhelming embarrassment flooding your body in a rush of heat, you blurt out the words in a jumbled sentence, telling him your report was finished, informing him you tossed the notes before heading home the night before, filling him in on your shock to see the whole thing gone when you arrived that morning and even spilling how scared you were to tell him because you didn’t want to get him in trouble as well if he was involved.

The air has escaped your lungs by the time you’re finished, and he stands, staring, taking it all in as well as the sight of you wide-eyed with your bottom lip trembling, wondering just how hard you’re working to keep yourself together before he offers a simple shrug.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” is all he says, voice calm as ever before he strolls over to your desk while you hurry behind him. He takes a seat in your chair then straightens his tie, pushes back his sleeves, and concentrates on the computer screen with a few clicks of the mouse. A heaviness settles in your chest and you swear the nausea will get the better of you as you wait for him to do whatever magic he’s planning, and the moment his smile returns to his lips is when a split-second of relief washes over you. “There it is.”

“You found it?!” Rushing to his side, you nearly bump his shoulder trying to get a view of the screen. There you spot the report you had worked so hard on, complete and ready to be sent with only a few seconds of work from him. “Oh my God! I could kiss you!”

Your voice travels a bit farther than you would have liked, earning a few awkward glances from co-workers sitting at their desks nearby while he chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this what was bothering you?” he asks. “You thought your report was gone forever.”

“Yes, ugh,” you groan, shoulder slumping and head falling. “I was so scared. I just knew I was going to be fired. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, for starters,” he tells you, rising from your chair, and you stand straight up to follow his lead, “you should have come to me sooner. Sometimes documents get wiped when the system forgets to automatically save, but you can always find them in the temporary folders.”

“I… should have thought of that. Ugh, I’m so dumb sometimes…”

“You’re not dumb.” Laughter falls from his lips as he shakes his head once again. “We’ve all made mistakes, and we all need help sometimes.”

“You’ve helped me so much since I started. I didn’t want to annoy you.” Your voice lowers as you admit your worries, but he raises a hand to dismiss them away.

“You could never annoy me, I’m here to help” he tells you, same smile forming over his lips that makes your body weak. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Thanks. You really saved me here.” He nods in understanding before letting you get back to sending your report, but not before you reach for his arm to keep him for a moment. “Can I make it up to you? You’ve really done so much for me, the least I could do is buy you a coffee… or something.” There’s a certain surprise lighting up his eyes you’ve never seen as he looks down at you, pressing his lips together before the corners curl, and he agrees a second later without an ounce of hesitation.

The two of you find yourself at a cafe a few blocks from work after you clock out, where you both have ordered your favorite flavor of tea to drink while sharing a raspberry pastry. You settle for a table near the window to watch the people pass by with their umbrellas beneath a sudden afternoon shower, lucky to have made it on time to keep from getting wet, as well as have an excuse not to leave as quickly. You enjoy each other’s company, making small talk while you slip in a few more thank you’s because you couldn’t be more grateful for his help. He smiles and nods each time, the shyness evident in his face with every sign of your appreciation and somehow it makes talking to him much easier outside of work.

“Maybe I can take you out next time,” he says while chewing on the last bite of the pastry while you sip your tea through a grin. “Somewhere proper like…”

“Like a date?” you ask before you can stop yourself, and he bites his lip for a moment to hide his eagerness.

“Do you want it to be a date?”

“Do you?” He smiles at you answering a question with a question. It’s that same smile that makes you weak in the knees once again, and you’re blurting out words before you even have time to consider what you’re saying thanks to how irresistibly cute you find him. “Because I do.”

His smile widens. Your heart drums wildly in your chest. “Good,” is all he says, “me too.”

“Well,” you begin, finding a sudden confidence from his words, “if you want a date... all you have to do is ask.”

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Can I request super flirty Amber x reader where Amber's flirting with reader but they are oblivious and eventually Amber can't take it anymore and kisses reader

Pretty Girl

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, kissing

Amber calls reader ‘pretty girl’— always have. But when exactly did that take a turn and become flirting instead of being platonic?

As the thunder roared outside, you were wrapped up under your blanket, comfy— no, sick and exhausted. You had just started your period the night before and have been tormented by the cramps ever since. The pain was so bad, it made you nauseous. You were also, hungry, bloated and craving all sorts of things that you wanted to eat, but at the same time…not really. It was confusing. You hated it, all of this— How terrible you were feeling. So much for a peaceful weekend.

Somehow, you felt yourself dozing off so you snuggled closer to your pillow and hoped you’d fully fall asleep. But hey, of course not. You felt the vomit creeping up your throat before you leaned over the bed and the trashcan, barely making it and letting it spill into the plastic under your mouth. It’s not like you much of anything left in your stomach, but did that stop you from feeling absolutely shitty? No way. Lazily cleaning off your mouth with a tissue you’d grabbed from the box on your nightstand, you stayed on your stomach, and just slept. Tried to, at least.

You woke up after what must’ve been no more than an hour, the rain had started to pour which would typically be the ideal for staying in, getting cosy and just lazing around. But now, you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed and do something with your day. Alas, you could not exactly move. The doorbell rings, making you groan. “It’s pouring out there. Who is it?!” You shrieked, scarily near tears.

The intercom buzzes, “It’s Amber!”

Shit.

You quite literally forced yourself out of bed and walk downstairs, your knees nearly buckled when you first stood up. God, why’d she have to show up now? You got to the door as fast as you could and opened it to let her in.

“Took you awhile.” She says while stepping into the house, “Hi, pretty girl.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, “I’m not—”

“Feeling too well?” She finishes your sentence, “I figured. Wish you would’ve told me.”

You slowly sat down on the couch, groaning, “How’d you know anyway?”

“Honey, I’ve known you, what? Fifteen years now? Give me some credit.”

“So you just figured out I was on my period and decided to show up at my door with…chocolate chip cookies?”

“Yeah, I took a guess.” Amber chuckles, “It’s not that hard to predict it, you know? You always get it around this time of the month.”

“Oh, how nice of you to know that.” You scoffed, leaning forward and burying your face in your hands.

“Did you eat anything?”

You gulped, “Nope, not since dinner last night. Also, I threw that up so please don’t talk about eating.”

Amber sits down beside you, a hand on your head and massaging it, “I’m sorry.” She then guided you to lay on her lap carefully.

You smiled at her a little, it quickly falls though, when you felt another cramp. “Are you sure you don’t want to take something for it?” Amber asks you softly.

“I can, but it’ll just come back up in a few minutes so I’d rather just wait it out.”

You haven’t seen Amber in awhile, honestly. But you knew she had like three part-time jobs that last time you asked her about it. So you figured that was what she was busy with. Oh, and by ‘awhile’, you meant like— at most two weeks. You two haven’t spent much time apart ever. And that’s considering the fact that she has her own little group of friends. You saw them pretty often too, and you knew them but you never really got that close with them even after all this time. But because you were Amber’s best friend, you were always hanging out with them anyway.

Damn, maybe you should really just open your mouth and talk to them more. They were really nice people.

“What’s wrong?” Amber asks, noticing that you’ve gone quiet.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about…stuff.”

“Oh, yeah? What kinda stuff, honey?” She looks down at you, bright smile on her face while her eyes formed into little crescents. Her hand was still stroking your hair.

“Random things…I dunno. Like how I gotta talk to your friends more and stop just floating around.” You hummed, “How I haven’t gotten to hang out with you for like two weeks because you’ve been working so many shifts. God, I hope you’re getting enough rest.”

Amber chuckles, “I’m fine. I quit the third job.”

“You did? When?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with the ring on the fingers of her free hand.

“Uh…” She says, her hand in your hair stops moving. You sulked, and she continues the soothing gesture but not without a tiny little laugh. “Like, three weeks ago?”

“Wow, and what have you been up to lately that I couldn’t get to see you?” You joked.

“Shut up, babe.” She giggles. You gasped dramatically and instantly paid for it when you got attacked by yet another cramp, “Babe? That’s a new one.”

She nearly snorted, laughing. Amber’s brows were raised briefly, “You really are so…”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you, when have I ever done that?” She squints.

“Well, my mom just did this morning after I told her my cramps were terrible.” You scoffed.

“Do I look like your Mom to you?” Amber couldn’t help but laugh, “Has the pain somehow jumbled up your brain so bad that you’re just saying anything and everything?”

You didn’t know what to say to that you just kept quiet and snuggled more comfortably against her lap, now laying on your side. “Maybe.”

“That’s okay, pretty girl.” You could hear the smile, “I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.”

————

As you laid sleepily in her lap, Amber’s mind started to wander— seemingly recalling every single time she had hung out with you, analysing each day out, and night in…desperately trying to figure something out.

“You’re so pretty.” Amber says, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Shut up.” You laugh, “I just tried to eat a donut while the wind was blowing in my face. Now I have powdered sugar in my hair.”

“I said what I said.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ams.” You didn’t think too much into her little compliment— she says stuff like this all the time. Just to make you smile and giggle. “You’re pretty too.”

~~~~~

Walking through a crowded flea market, your eyes checked out each stall closely, not wanting to miss a good buy. Somehow, you feel an arm wrap around your waist. “Be careful. There’s a lot of people around.” It was Amber. Typical Amber being a worrywart.

~~~~~

“Amber?” You say in a hurry once she picked up your call.

“y/n, it’s 1:30 in the morning.” Amber replied, obviously just woken up by you, “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Can we go get ice cream?”

“What?” She could not believe her ears. Amber could not believe that you called her at this hour just for that. But hey, she was so relieved that was all it was. Relieved that you weren’t sick or hurt.

“Can we go get ice cream? Please?” You repeated yourself.

“Okay, pretty girl.” She laughs, “I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”

You squealed, “Yay, okay.”

~~~~~~

“Amber, can you help me do my hair? I like when you do it.”

“Okay.”

~~~~~

“Amber, will you please do my makeup? I suck at it.” You groaned.

“Sure, honey.” Amber had her usual smile on her face, “Turn around.”

~~~~~

“Need some help?” Amber asks, watching you struggle to put a necklace on by yourself.

You finally saw her in the reflection and said, “Please.” Handing it to her, she took it from you and pushed your hair in front of one shoulder. Smoothly, she puts the necklace on for you in a matter of seconds.

“There you go.” She smiles, leaning her chin on your shoulder for a beat, her eyes looked at the heart pendant on your necklace then somehow wandered onto your chest. Mentally chiding herself, she gives you a quick hug from behind and then unwrapped her arms, “You ready for your date?”

“Not really.” You admit.

“Aw, you got this, pretty girl.” She gives you a squeeze on the shoulder, “Ben’s really nice.”

“You would know.” You managed a chuckle, “You insisted that you met him first.”

“Of course. He has to be good enough for you.”

~~~~~~

You were at the mall with Amber one Saturday afternoon after having spent the night at her place in the spur of the moment. Actually, that was the last time you saw her before today. So, anyway…because you didn’t have a change of clothes, you were wearing Amber’s clothes. Which was very, very different from your own style.

“Will you stop?” Amber laughs, swinging your hand as she held it, “You look good, okay?”

“Pfft, right.”

“Right.”

~~~~~

Or maybe…the defining moment was right now. Seeing you so pale, so disheveled. Yet, she was completely enamoured by you. She didn’t tell you though. She couldn’t. Because she knew how you’d react. You’d just think she was joking and brush it off. Nothing romantic’s happened between you and Amber, but yet lately, there’s always been the presence of tension from Amber’s point of view.

You on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to her being a little distant for the past two weeks while trying to work through her feelings and piece together what on Earth she wanted to say to you. She could only pray this wasn’t one-sided. Amber loved you too much to mess things up, that was why she said she was busy and didn’t see you for those three weeks. But at the same time, her patience was slowly but surely growing thin. Yet she still couldn’t quite figure out exactly when her calling you ‘pretty girl’ started to have a different effect on her— when she started to get excited to call you that, hoping you’d react the way she wanted you to. But you never did. So she threw in a new nickname, and you were still way too chill about it.

————

Amber didn’t know where that courage came from but…

“y/n?” She said quietly, wanting to get your attention but didn’t want to startle you.

Your eyes came into focus again, meeting her face, “Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you.” She reveals, and before you could even process her declaration, you feel her lips on your own— so soft, and so gentle. So addictive. Fuck.

You’d completely just gave into it, letting her take control as your hand reached up to cup her cheek. It was a bit of an odd position, but you were evidently still in too much pain to move.

“You do?” You tried breaking away for a second to speak but she doesn’t allow it, eagerly reconnecting your lips again. Amber did nod her head, reciprocating with increasingly passionate kisses.

“I fucking love you. I’m not sure when it started, but I am.” She literally speaks into the kiss. And upon hearing that, you could not let her lips go. That was all Amber needed from you. She didn’t even need to hear it— she was too riled up for that now, wanting nothing more than the constant feeling of your lips against hers.

After a mutual breakaway several minutes later, you were breathless and so was she. “So…” She started. “I meant every word I just said. Everything I just did. I want you, y/n, to be my girlfriend.”

“Okay.” You nodded, unknowingly, teary-eyed. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner.”

Amber smiled so widely hearing your response, “It’s okay, pretty girl.” Now in tears, she sniffles and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, “I have you now.”

“You do.” You nodded, mirroring her smile.

“I love you.” She says, her palm pressing lightly on your lower abdomen to give it some warmth and relief. “Does that help?”

You nodded almost too sleepily, “Yeah. Can you keep doing that please?”

“Of course.” Amber agrees, “Close your eyes, get some rest. I’ll wake you up when lunch is done.”

“No, don’t get up.” You slurred.

“I promise I won’t. Not until you’ve fallen asleep. Then, I’ll make us lunch. Okay, pretty girl?”

“Okay, Ams…okay.”

She chuckles over her words hearing how sleepy you were, “Okay. Sleep tight.”

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