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virtualvault · 5 months

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No One Compares

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!reader

Summary: You're going to a party where Steven knows someone who has a crush on you will also be attending. Before you go, he wants to remind you what you have waiting for you at home.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, oral(f) receiving, possessive thoughts/ behavior, fingering, praise, biting (Let me know if I missed anything :))

Word Count: 1.6 k

A/N: This popped into my head the other night and I needed to purge it from my system. Still getting a feel for this whole writing thing and feedback is more than welcome!!

Steven paces back and forth in front of the bathroom door, planning his next move carefully. You’re about to go out for your friend’s birthday dinner and he normally has no problem with you going out, except that he knows he’ll miss you and be a needy mess until you get back. But tonight, you’re going to your best friend Tasha's birthday dinner. He loves all your friends but there is one person he does not want you around. Tasha's brother, Jackson.

You've been friends with Tasha since you were little, and she's like a sister to you. Her brother Jackson had a small crush on you growing up and it seems his feelings have continued into adulthood. You never minded his advances, considering he never made any moves beyond harmless flirting, but what did bother you was that he didn’t back off even when you informed him you were in a relationship. He’s tame when it’s just you but when Steven is there, he turns his antics up to one hundred. It can be annoying, but you don't want to run and tattle on him to Tasha about her brother's little crush. You don't want to cause any problems, and since he never actually attempts to make a move on you, you've decided to just suck it up and deal with it, not wanting to create a big fuss.

As he stands in the hallway, Steven's mind floods with the memories of all the times Jackson has tried to make a pass at you right in front of him and he decides he needs to take action. With a huff, Steven storms into the bathroom and wraps his arm around your waist. You had just set everything out to start getting ready, and you greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

You think he will leave you be when he notices you are about to start doing your makeup, but instead he brings his hands up to your chest, grabbing both breasts and he pulls you flush against his chest. He starts kissing up and down your neck and you try to wriggle out of his grasp, knowing if you put this off any longer you are going to be late.

"Steven, what's gotten into you?" you ask, although you already know. He always gets like this when you have somewhere to go, trying to get you to stay home and hop into bed with him instead. You think he's just being needy as usual, but you have no idea this has anything to do with Jackson. Yes, you know it makes him uncomfortable when he's around, but the first time he saw how Jackson acted around you, you explained how it would cause more problems to address and was best to just try to ignore it. He accepted, understanding how you didn’t want to jeopardize your relationship with Tasha.

Your boyfriend knows you would never do anything with Jackson. You're loyal and loving and he trusts you more than anyone on Earth, and he knows you would never betray him. He also knows that you didn't actually like Jackson, but sometimes you would play along, flirting back with him a bit to try and keep things from being awkward. Steven knows it’s all fake, but even seeing you feign interest in that guy made him want to lay you down and fuck you so good you forget that any other man even exists.

He decides here and now that he needs to make sure you remember what you have waiting at home for you. He needs to be quick, though, because he doesn't want to send you to the party all hot and bothered. He knows you only ever entertain Jackson to keep the peace, but he can't help the possessive voice in the back of his head telling him he needs to show you that your boyfriend can make you feel better than anyone ever could.

"Steven I'm serious, I can't be late." He ignores you, already sliding your tight dress over your thighs and settling it on your waist. He falls to his knees, planting kisses and soft bites across your ass. He crawls under you to now face your panty covered center. You try to push him away, but he swats your hand and takes off your underwear. Loving the sight of him on his knees for you, you decide you are going to let him continue. On one condition.

"You have to be done by the time I finish my make up. Don't want to send me to dinner all worked up, do you?" you tease. Hell no. He can't let Jackson see you like that. Maybe it would leave you tempted to flirt back, just to blow off some steam. He pulls your leg over his shoulder and shoves his face between your legs.

He wastes no time teasing you, no licking up your folds, no soft kisses to your thighs. He zeros in on your clit, sucking and lapping at it like a madman. You try to steady yourself, picking up your makeup and starting to slowly apply it, keeping your hands as still as possible to avoid making a mess. You struggle to keep your eyes open as they threaten to roll back into your head, the pleasure starting to distract you from the task at hand. You start to grind your hips into his mouth and use one hand to grip the counter. You're surprised you don't fall over, but his strong grip on your thigh and ass keeps you upright. He circles your clit, and flicks his tongue back and forth, just how he knows you like it.

"Fuck Steven, you're so good at that. So fucking good." you say in that low, breathy voice that never fails to turn him on. Spurred on by your praise, his movements become more frantic, and you squeal and start panting above him.

You feel that you're right on the edge, but you pull him away, earning a frustrated grunt from him as he can tell you’re close too. You explain you have to do your eyeliner and really don’t want to blind yourself. While you do that, he starts nipping at your thighs impatiently. He had you right there, you were so close and now he’d have to build it back up. Usually, he’d go crazy about the idea of edging you, but time is of the essence.

You finish and he’s back on you in an instant. Your breathing quickly becomes ragged and you take a moment to look yourself over in the mirror. Your makeup doesn’t look terrible, just a little rushed. All that’s left is your lipstick. You take a minute to examine your lips in your reflection and you see how swollen and full they are from how you’ve been biting them. It should make the color you chose really pop. You silently thank Steven for this by reaching down to run your fingers through his curls. He gives you an appreciative whine and starts sucking harder at your sensitive bud.

You take a few deep breaths and steady your hand as best as you can as you place the applicator onto your lips. Of course, you feel that familiar tightness in your stomach and you know you're about to cum. He hears your desperate moans, and he can tell too. He slips two fingers into you and starts rubbing against that tender spot he knows drives you crazy and you cry out as you clamp down onto his fingers. The surprise intrusion causes your hand to slip and your wrist swipes across your lips, smearing the lipstick onto the corner of your mouth and your chin. You groan in frustration as the waves of pleasure rip through you and you clench down onto his fingers.

Knowing he accomplished his goal, Steven slows his movements and pulls his fingers from your dripping entrance. He wears a proud look on his face and moves his gaze to your arousal that coats his hand. He licks it off eagerly, making sure to clean up your mess. The previous frenzied nature of his touch quickly turns tender as he drags his hands up and down your sides and along your ass and thighs. He cleans you up a bit with his tongue but decides to forgo the washcloth he usually uses. He wants to send you to the party with a reminder of how he made you feel tonight.

He stands, sliding your underwear back on. You’re still gripping the counter and trying to regain composure as he takes his place back behind you and nuzzles into your neck. He chuckles as he catches a glimpse of you in the mirror. You’re clearly a wreck, but he has to admit you did a fairly good job despite the circumstances. Then, as if some switched has flipped in his brain, he latches onto your neck, making you gasp, and you feel his teeth sink into you. After a minute or so of him sucking at your skin, you feel his tongue run across it, soothing the indents he had left. He smiles, satisfied to have effectively marked his territory, and he starts applying gentle kisses instead. He hopes you don't try to cover it up. He desperately wants Jackson to catch a glimpse. Steven grins at the thought.

"You made me smudge my makeup." you whine. Since you'll have to fix it anyway, you turn your head, pulling his lips to yours. You pull back, and admire the fresh lipstick smeared across his mouth. You're tempted to drag him into the bedroom and mark up his dick with it, but you have to go. You sigh, " But I think I can forgive you. I'll reward you for being such a good boy when I get back, ok?"

#moon knight #moon knight smut #steven grant #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #possessive steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

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strawhatkia · 9 months

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boyfriend.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with katsuki !

WARNINGS ! cussing, kats still in highschool, suggestive(?), edited for grammatical errors but lemma know if i missed something

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k+

A/N ! once again, another old work reposted from my last blog. and again, i think it is so hot of this fandom to just headcannon that bakugo is for black women like- yes 💕(i had to break this up into blocks or this post was not going up)

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this mofo y’all-

this boy loves you so much but that pride fucks him up every single time

he has no problem saying i love you or even showing his love through actions but in public? you ain’t getting shit !

he just gets wayyy too flustered but i truly think that actions mean a lot to him so he'll still he’ll hug you and whisper it to you

“i love you” “huh?” “SHUT UP! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” “nigga damn-”

but beyond that! this man will go above and beyond to make sure you know that you are loved

hell, he’ll spoil you for the sole reason that he does in fact love you more than life itself

(this is saying so much because as much as loves heroes and wants to become one, i truly think that for you, he would do damn near anything even if it means jeopardizing his dream)

i personally think he takes pride in buying you shit so when people ask, you can be like “oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me all of that” “…sis thats at least twenty damn bags of clothes and jewelry-”

his big-headed self is probably like “hell yeah I did”

ironically, he hates when you spend yo own money on him or yourself- don't get it twisted, he definitely does not mind you being independent, he actually encourages it!

...but this is the one thing he won’t let go

this nigga will start hiding yo cards and shit or start blowing them bitches up (card pieces gets vacuumed by the damn roomba before you even notice)

he feign like he stupid or some shit despite being the smartest, most organized nigga you know

but when yo card goes missing...all of sudden, he lost his damn memory?

“kats, where did my card go?” “…....huh?” “nigga- YOU FUCKING HEARD ME! WHERE IS MY DAMN CARD!?!?”

this motherfucker is definitely checking on yo back account every two days just make sure money is coming in and not out

hell the fucking bank tellers know him by name, could point him out a meters before he walks in

if you somehow find that card, first of all: props to you!

second of all: it is not yours forever and it will go missing again in under 24 hrs.

however, the most important thing he decided to buy you was a pretty gold custom necklace of his name and gold bamboo hoops to match !

the hoops he didn’t really care for, they cute and you look gorgeous, but that necklace- chile...

it was almost like he cared for it more than you did…cause he did

he always touching it, fiddling with it, and you know that bitch is real so sometimes he likes to polish it especially when you two to go to events- let it shine in people faces and let 'em know the one by you don't play about you

but if you take it off- sis, did you write yo will yet? put that bitch back on before he catch you

it’s real for a reason- so you don’t have to take it off

if he does catch the necklace not on yo body, he’s gon be pissed

“WHY IN THE HELL IS YO NECKLACE NOT ON YO NECK AND IN MY HAND!?!?” “hol on now- calm yo self. i took it off cause i didn’t want it to get messed up-” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! PUT THE SHIT BACK ON!!”

….it’s such a silly thing to get angry over but don’t take it off sis, if you value yo life

(sidenote: tying back in with his love for actions, he just loves giving gifts, more importantly gifts that you can wear or use b/c then you can think of him when you do wear/use it)

for some reason, whether big or small, he loves hitting your ass. and i don’t mean no petty swat, i mean he’s throwing hands

*SMACK!* “ow! my nigga, have you lost yo god damn mind?!?” “what~? it looked at me first”

not to mention but any chance he get- he’s grabbing the yams

motherfucker can not keep his damn hands to himself, he gotta touch, even if it’s a quick squeeze

y’all laying in bed? grabbing the yams. you laying on yo couch, minding yo business? grabbing the yams. talking to yo lil friends? grabbing them yams. working on the field with him? grabbing the yams.

when y’all sleeping together, his hands always gravitates towards ya ass and stays there maybe even some soft booty rubs

moving on

i’d like to mention that: he is a big baby... like the biggest baby you have ever seen

he won’t ever admit it out loud but sometimes he hates how good you get along with his friends

like yes, he’s happy that all of you get along really well but damn it pay attention to him, not no fucking extras

and he’s so petty about it. you’ll be talking to kiri and em’ and all of sudden this mother fucker is pulling you into his lap

if you still continue to ignore him or don’t give him all of your attention, he’ll pull away from everyone to some where private and start ranting on how you should pay attention to him and not some fucking extras

and if it’s deku who’s has your attention- ok first of all, how dare you? and second of all, 'getcho yo ass over here before I kill that nerd'

dramatic much? like damn nigga calm down

and now lastly, let’s talk about golden hour

at first he didn’t know what the fuck it was but when he learned, he was obsessed

“suki, do you wanna do golden hour pictures with me?” “what the hell is that?” “…just bring yo ass on-”

the way you was just sitting there, shining and shit; melanin taking in all that good sun and the way his necklace was shining against you- mans was hooked

man’s in his head was like “i’m dating a literal goddess….good job, katsuki😌”

now he thinks it’s his personally duty to become yo photographer at golden hour. if you let anyone else do it, he will throw a very big tantrum

he loves taking the pictures especially when have just woken up, bonnet still on head, bare face, wearing his t-shirt- yuh yuh, that part;those pictures go up on his instagram page that has more pictures of you than him, with the caption “look at my baby 🥰” sappy, corny ass nigaa

the fangirls was not happy about that but ha! the comments have been off-

but yeah, boom boom boy loves you more than anything in this world💕

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ilikepjo24 · 9 months

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On de-bending Azula for the sake of redemption...

Many think that for a character to be redeemed, they need to hit rock bottom first. Right now, I can't recall if it has been stated on the show or not, but still even if no one said it out loud, that's the mentality Avatar is trying to teach us, through Iroh, Zuko and Korra.

Since the show is trying to teach this lesson, some people now believe that for Azula to be redeemed, she must lose her bending, her royal status, her previous relationships and she should be kicked out of her home, to learn consequences and humility, in order to become a better person.

There is absolutely no respect to be due as I say that this mentality is complete bullshit.

Not only it is unfair, unreasonable and cruel, but it is literally unhealthy and I pity all the people who think that way. I actually have a couple of questions for those people.

If you were brought up in an emotionally and mentally abusive household that ruined you, would you be against getting help because you haven't hit rock bottom? Would you think "yes, my parents traumatized me, but they haven't done anything that directly jeopardized my physical health so it's not that bad. I haven't hit rock bottom yet, so I don't deserve better" ?

If you had a health problem that isn't causing you any issues with your daily life as of now, but demands to be attended in order to not cause any problems in the future, would you neglect taking care of yourself because you haven't hit rock bottom? Would you think "yes, this could cost me my life later on, but there's no possibilities of that happening anywhere in this year, so it's fine. I haven't hit rock bottom, so I don't deserve treatment" ?

If yes, you need and deserve a hug right now. I might not respect you and I pity you instead, but I still would like to give you a hug. And then slap you. Cause you're stupid.

If you are in a bad position in life, you shouldn't need to suck it up cause it's not the worst position ever. Do you not value your life and happiness? If person A is stuck at the bottom of a cliff and person B is hanging by the edge and is in danger of falling, they both need help. You wouldn't only help person A and then wait for person B to fall as well in order to help them.

You don't need to hit rock bottom to deserve better, you just do, cause you're human. You're a living being. And that's enough to make you worthy of a good life without suffering.

Azula doesn't need to hit rock bottom to want redemption and she certainly doesn't need to hit rock bottom to deserve better than what she has.

Thus proven.

#atla #azula #Azula meta #atla fandom critical #anti anti

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carelessflower · 1 year

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rating shtv jace questionable moment

let be honest, it will mostly be season one plus two offending screenshots from season two. critical analysis only when i want to, the rest depends. the descent into hell is easy after all

5/10 - see? sh writers can write, first scene with jace they already show how he treat alec the rest of the season.

6/10 - that his job

3/10 - friendly reminder, alec was the acting head at this point aka jace's boss, it's his duty to report any strange occurrence at the institute and now you brought a STRANGE girl into HIS institute, i dont know, just a thought

3/10 - yes it kinda is, and it's alec choice at that seeing how he your superiors

3/10 - jace would be a shit head for the ny institute if a random pretty girl make him act like this. and again, it normal alec get suspicious at clary, because he, you know, can actually think through situations and not dive in first like a headless chicken

4/10 - yes, he has working brain cells

2/10 - dont you love it when the dude you supposedly share half your soul dismiss your valid concerns regarding your life

5/10 - if he's as you said you would be six feet under or in some ceils not here talking shit

1/10 - yes alec stop, don't you know jace is allergic to reasoning

2/10 - he knows you should be supportive of your parabatai

1/10 - all i can say is if a stranger comes into my life, not caring for anything but herself and jeopardizing my job, i would let out far worse things than angry rant

3/10 - no wonder jace fancies clary, they are never ready to hold themselves or each other accountable for anything. true love

🚩🚩🚩/10 - right before this izzy LITERALLY said clary go out WILLINGLY i have no words, alec's way too nice i would have 'oh this you' and drag jace daddy issue to filth back i would go lower than hell. by the way jace never apologize for this so. flop

0/10 - proceed to lose her next episodes

4/10 - flop. flop parabatai of the year

2/10 - funny how jace only bring up the parabatai bond when he needs alec to do something for himm hmmmm. it giving suspicious it giving affection with conditions it giving manipulation

-♾️/10 - that a totally normal thing to say about your brother, the one who you share a lifetime bond with. i normally wish jace choke on a porcupine

0/10 - jace only contribution to the parabatai bond is 2x03 and when he use his nepotism to transfer the head of ny institute position to alec. and even with alec already on his way to that title before imogen swooped in

5/10 - ooh be making that face now suddenly you care? dont make me laugh

0/10 - jace lies so well, all that practice telling himself he looks handsome every morning paid off

0/10 - my three year old cousin has more critical thinking than these two

0/10 - jace the one to talk he's incapable of seeing anything outside clary

-/10 - for whither thou storest, I will steal, and where thou trust, I will trust to betray.

💀/10 - took them ten episodes to have alec FINALLY punch somebody for joking, using his sexuality against him when he's clearly NOT ready to talk about it. yeah fuck shit up baby

2/10 - oh okay, let talk about how you and clary fuck off to somewhere with the cup when the clave and a race supremacist massacre advocate cult leader are both hunting for it. then you and she proceed to play house with your newly discovered fake dad and left alec to deal with the mess. oh, did i mention izzy's complicit in your scheme and you left her there at the mercy of the clave?

1/10 - your saving cause more problems than elon musk to twt get over yourself

4/10 - selfish intentions + selfish actions = season one clace. a match made in heaven

6/10 - passable apology but why he cant just resist making it all about him lmaoooo

4/10 - the only joke here is your life

tag list: @dustandducks @cityofdownwardspirals @magnus-the-maqnificent @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @wildesummerchild @cam-ryt @khaleesiofalicante

#shadowhunters #anti show jace #anti shtv jace #alec lightwood #im a hater with proof

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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months

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Word Count: 1500

Summary: When Doof has to erase Zack's memory of turning inside out, Melissa realizes this is a perfect time to ask her friend a question she's been wondering for a long time.

also on ao3!

ZAP!

Melissa had never been happier to see one of Dr. D's inators work. She always enjoyed spending time with Zack, but she really enjoyed it a lot more when he wasn't inside out. She didn't fight off the urge to rush forward and give her friend a quick hug.

"How are you feeling, Milo's friend?" Doof asked.

"It's good to have my organs inside my body," Zack panted.

"Yeah," Melissa joked, leaning on his shoulder, "makes it harder for someone to chop, chop, chop away at your heart when it's inside your chest, huh?"

He didn't so much as smile or frown, and Melissa knew what that meant– physically, he was fine, but he still wasn't doing so well mentally.

"You okay?" Melissa asked, "Zack, are you alright?"

She stepped in front of him and waved her hand in front of his face a few times. He didn't respond.

"Zack?" she asked.

He shook his head and blinked a few times.

"I could've died," he whispered.

"What?" Melissa asked.

"All of my organs were exposed to the elements," Zack said, "one slip-up from Murphy's Law, and I would've died!"

"Then it's a good thing that Milo went to the bathroom," Doofinshmirtz said, "Murphy's Law didn't cause you any problem."

"Too bad Doof's Law is in full effect today," Melissa snipped, then turned back to Zack, "are you gonna be okay?"

"I don't know," Zack sat down in the grass, "I just had the most disturbing near-death experience of my life."

"Even more disturbing than the time we were impersonated by mutant pistachios who tried to turn us into plant people?"

"Yup."

"And the time you were pummeled by a team of football players three times your size and age?"

"Absolutely."

"And the time a sentient blob chased us around the chemistry lab?"

"Definitely."

"And the woodpecker incident?"

"Yes!" Zack snapped, "And I would appreciate if we didn't keep rehashing the most terrifying moments of my life!"

"Sorry," Melissa said, sitting down across from Zack in the grass.

"It's okay," Zack said, "I just, I wish I could forget the whole thing."

"Maybe you can," Doof interjected.

"What?" Zack asked.

"I made an amnesiainator a while back. One zap with that and you'll forget all about your inside-out-of-body experience."

"So wait," Zack said, "you want to shoot me with another inator?"

"Yup!"

"The same thing that just gave me potentially lifelong trauma?"

"Not the same thing," Doofenshmirtz said, "this one's a totally different inator."

Melissa leaned closer to Zack and added, "It's either another inator, or an extra hour at the therapist every week."

"I'll go with the inator," Zack said.

Doof ran into his shed to grab it, while Melissa stayed outside with Zack.

She had to admit, Zack looked pretty good when his organs were on the right side of his body. She didn't try to dwell too often on her feelings for Zack, but every time he almost died made her stop and wonder what would happen if he was gone before she knew how he felt.

And unfortunately, those near-death experiences came up a lot around Milo.

She didn't want to risk jeopardizing their friendship, but she also wasn't sure how many times she could go through this again. If only there was a way she could know how Zack felt without making things weird.

"Excuse me a moment," Melissa said, an idea formulating as she jumped up and ran to Doof's shed.

"Did you find it yet?" Melissa asked.

"It's somewhere in here," Doof said, "I just can't seem to remember where I put it."

There was a silence a moment before Melissa continued.

"So Zack's not gonna remember anything from today?"

"Oh, he'll remember today," Doof said rifling through his box of old inators, "I could only build a memory device that erases the last ten minutes of memory."

"So you've made a time machine but you can't build a ray that'll erase someone's memories of a whole day?"

"Oh, I can," Doof said, "and I have! I just didn't have room to build a full size amnesiainator in Doofenshmirtz Good Incorporated."

She heard the words "Doofenshmirtz Good Incorporated" repeat, almost like a jingle.

"Like my new ringtone?" Doof asked, pulling out his phone, which played again: "Doofenshmirtz Good Incorporated."

Melissa rolled her eyes.

"That's Vanessa," Doof said, "I'll erase your friend's memory after I take this call."

"Uh, is it alright if I ask Zack a question first?" Melissa asked, as Doof answered his phone.

"Knock yourself out, Milo's Friend Girl," Doof said, then turned back to his call, "hi, Vanessa! I told you, the de-volitionator was in my building when it exploded…."

Melissa stepped out of Doof's shed and back into the backyard, noting how sad and alone Zack looked.

"It's gonna be okay," Melissa said, sitting down next to Zack.

"I got turned inside out, Melissa!" Zack said.

"But you're fine now," Melissa said, "there were no lasting side effects, and Doof got you back together just in time."

"And you're sure I won't remember it at all?" Zack asked.

"Positive," Melissa said. She'd been around Zack enough to pick up on what some of his nervous tics were– rocking back and forth, talking fast, heavy breaths– and the trauma of Doof's latest inator fiasco had Zack exhibiting more of them than she'd seen at once in a while. She still didn't understand how someone as cool as Zack could fall apart so quickly when things went wrong.

"Maybe now's not the best time to ask him," Melissa thought, "he's nervous enough as is– but when am I gonna get this opportunity again?"

"You're gonna be fine," Melissa said. She noticed how much his hand still shook, and placed hers on top of it. He looked up at her, surprised but not upset– that was a good sign.

"Thanks, Melissa," Zack said, "you know, you're a really great friend."

"Thanks," she said, "can I ask you a question?"

"I guess."

"I, uh," she didn't make eye contact, instead noticing how his hand was no longer shaking, "I kind of like you."

"What?"

She looked up and saw that he still didn't seem too upset, so she continued, "Like you said, we're really great friends… but I kind of like you as more than a friend."

He was quiet for a moment, and his hand started fidgeting under hers.

"Is that okay?" Melissa asked, "do you feel the same way at all?"

She thought she saw a smile start to creep across his face, as he started to say her name, but in that instant a green electric glow came over him and knocked him backwards. She then turned her attention to where the blast had come from, and saw Doofenshmirtz standing there, amnesiainator in hand, smoke coming from its barrel.

"Doofenshmirtz!" Melissa yelled, jumping to her feet.

"What?"

"You said you weren't gonna blast him until after I asked my question!"

"And I didn't!" Doof defended, "you said you wanted to ask a question, and you did! It's not like you told me you wanted him to answer your question first," he stopped a moment as a thought flashed across his face for the first time that day, before tacking on his realization: "oh, you wanted him to answer your question before I erased his memory."

"Yes, Doof," Melissa said, "why would I ask to ask him a question if I didn't want to wait for an answer?"

"An answer to what?"

Melissa turned around and saw Zack leaning up off the ground, still coming out of a daze.

"Nothing," Melissa said.

"What happened?" Zack asked.

"You fainted," Melissa lied, "Doof told you what his next inator does, and it icked you out so much that you passed out on the spot."

"It did?" Doof asked.

"Yes," Melissa elbowed him, "remember?"

"Yup," Doof said, keeling over a little from the pain.

"What was the inator?" Zack asked, "I can't seem to remember much"

"I'm not telling you again," Melissa said, "unless you want to break your record for most times fainting in the Murphy's backyard in a month."

"Not yet," Zack smiled.

"A smile," Melissa thought, "he must be okay again if he's smiling at one of my jokes."

Melissa held out a hand to Zack and helped him up. He stood up, a little wobbly, and braced himself by putting a hand on Melissa's shoulder.

"Thanks for having my back," he said.

She bit her inner lip. Everything inside her was telling her to ask Zack how he felt again, see if her feelings were one-sided, but she still knew it was wise to hold back. If he didn't like her back, it would ruin their friendship– unless they wiped his memory again, but she didn't want to see Zack zapped with any more unnecessary inators today.

"What are friends for?" Melissa asked, trying to pretend it was just their friendship that led her to give him another quick hug.

#milo murphy's law #melissa chase #zack underwood #heinz doofenshmirtz #zalissa #kazzy writes #kazzy writes fanfic #otp: this feels like a beginning

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ronweasleysleftnut · 1 year

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angst prompt 9 with jonathan pls 🥺

Prompt:

I need to be with someone who actually wants me. And I know that's not you.

Jonathan byers x female!reader.

Jonathan likes someone else, and y/n can tell.

Liar Liar

It was 3am in the middle of winter. Y/n had her window open, looking out at the now falling snow. She hadn't been able to sleep, so instead she sat up in bed and read. When she saw the snow fall however, she wanted to watch.

Her elebows rested on the windowsill as she looked out past her neighborhood. It was cold enough for the snow to stick to the ground, and so in no time outside stayed to turn white. She had been up restless that night due to Jonathan. They had been together for 2 years now, since their Freshman year, but lately he's been acting different.

He's been distant, and he's been hanging around Nancy Wheeler, a lot. Y/n didn't think anything of it at first, Jonathan was allowed to have his own friends, but as time went on, she started to worry he liked her more than just friends.

She hadn't confronted him about this, she was too scared. She didn't want to be wrong, and end up jeopardizing their relationship even more, but at the same time this feeling gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath before shutting the window in front of her and turning to her bed where she climbed back in and tucked the covers around herself. She closed her eyes, willing her body to finally fall asleep, to turn off these thoughts that went in an endless circle and just sleep. And eventually, it did.

She woke up the next morning at 6am to her mother calling from downstairs. She got up groggily from bed and slipped on some warm clothes for the now 2 inches worth of snow that accumulated while she slept.

School wasn't called off, it almost never is. And so when she went downstairs her mother had breakfast made, and after she finished, she heard Jonathan's car horn signaling his arrival outside.

He drove her to school every morning, despite anything else that may have been happening between them that always stayed consistent. "Morning", he says quietly, and Y/n can tell he's been experiencing his own insomnia. "Good morning" she says with a small smile and leans over to kiss him. He turns his head however, and she kisses his cheek instead.

"Let's go" he says with an awkwardly and Y/n nods, buckling her seat belt before Jonathan drives down the road slowly.

She sits through school as usual, her and Jonathan only had their last class of the day together, social studies. Despite that however, she can't help but have thoughts of him all day. She tries to confide in her best friend Robin during lunch, but it doesn't go to plan. "I don't know how mens minds work!" Robin said, her shoulders scrunching up as they do when she talks about this type of stuff. "I like women, I don't bother understanding the opposite gender" and with that, Y/n was left hopeless.

And to top it all off, when she went to history, Jonathan was no where to be seen.

After school she went out to the parking lot to Jonathan's car, ready to confront him about his absence, but when she got there she saw that Jonathan wasn't alone.

Nancy was standing with Jonathan by the back of his car, and before they could see her, Y/n went to the car over and listened in on their conversation. "Thank you for today, Jonathan" she hears Nancy say, and she can see the reflection of her smile in the glass. "It was no problem, really" he replied flustered, that smile Y/n loved so much flashing across his face. "So... I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks, and the boy nods.

Just as Y/n thinks she's about to leave however, Nancy goes on her tip toes and plants a kiss on Jonathan's cheek, causing his face to burn a shade of bright red.

Y/n feels tears come to her eyes, but she holds them back. As soon as Nancy is gone, she walks over to where Jonathan stands. He's still so awed by the kiss that he didn't even realize she came from the wrong direction. "Y/n" he said, smiling down at her, although she knew it wasn't a smile for her, it was from Nancy.

"Hey" she replied quietly, and Jonathan took her hands in his own. "Wanna come back to mine tonight?" He asked, and she looked up at him. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Jonathan did still love her? "I'd love to" she says with a smile, and Jonathan bends down and kisses her lightly on the lips before moving to the passenger door and opening it for her.

She gets in and watches as he goes around to the front of the car where he enters the driver's side. He starts the car and turns on the radio, tapping along to the beat on his steering wheel as they exit the parking lot.

Y/n still has hope as they pull into his driveway, however her dreams are crushed soon after.

They get into the house normally, Jonathan taking her coat at the door and telling her to sit while he gets them food. She takes her normal seat on his couch and turns on the TV, waiting for the boy to come back.

When he does, he's holding 2 sodas and a bag of chips. When he sits down, he places the bag of chips between them.

They switch through the channels until they land on some random game show, and Jonathan sits back ready to watch. Y/n however, turns to face him "So, what did you do today? You weren't in History..." she finally brings it up, and he looks over "Oh, uh.. I had other stuff to do" but Y/n isn't going to let go of it that easily.

"Oh" she says, "Like what?" And Jonathan takes a moment before turning his head towards her again, clearing his throat before speaking "Uh... I went out with Nance" he says. Nance. Y/n bites her lip to prevent the tears from forming in her eyes "Oh, so you and Nancy are good friends? Thats nice" She asks as casually as she can, but it seemed as though those were the magic words to make Jonathan open up.

Apparently he took it as an opening, that y/n was okay with it, because he opens up like a book and starts talking about Nancy like it's a middle school crush. "Yeah I mean she's just... she's really cool. And she knows what she wants, and she's determined and so thoughtful of the people around her, and when she's concentrating she does this cute thing where she bites her thumb" he imitates the motion and laughs, however when he looks over at Y/n, tears are openly coming down her face now.

"Y/n" he starts, moving immediately to comfort her. "Are you okay?" But she pulls away, wrapping her arms around herself. "You like her, don't you" she says, and Jonathan hesitates for a moment before responding "what, I no" he says, trying to touch her again but she pulls away and gets off the couch.

"Jonathan I saw you two together earlier!" She says, and his mouth drops "I saw her kiss you, and I saw the way you looked at her and I know that look Jonthan that's how you used to look at me" the tears are coming more than ever now, and Jonathan recollects himself, however he doesn't move to comfort her this time.

"Y/n, this is crazy" he says, motioning towards her "You're not denying it though, Jonathan! Because you know it's true" she responds, wiping the tears from her eyes as she recollects herself. "I love you" she says sincerely, walking towards him and looking him in the eye "But I need to be with someone who actually wants me. And I know that's not you."

Jonathan is left speechless as she moves away from him and towards the door, but at this he finally gets up to follow "Y/n, this is insane just come back we can talk about this" he tries but she shakes her head, pulling on her coat "There's nothing to talk about" she says with a sad smile, "I hope you're happy with her, Jon" and she exits the house, making new steps in the snow as she goes.

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little-lovely-demon-doll · 24 days

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Is This Considered Hypersexuality? /gen

Me trying to figure out if I'm actually hypersexual or if it's a term I'm using due to a lack of better terminology.

I've seen multiple viewpoints and perspectives in a search to find out if I am or not, but I'd like to ask real quick: Would the following experience recounted below count as hypersexuality? I created this sideblog because I didn't want this associated with my main, but here goes nothing.

CW: Grooming mention near the end

♡ Preamble ♡

Before I get into the meat and bones of things, I'm going to state ahead of time and I'm autistic and asexual, two factors that may or may not contribute to the broader consensus. I also have multiple OCD subtypes caused by multiple things, including childhood trauma. Now, I've always struggled on whether or not my experience counts as hypersexuality, and I often flip back and forth between calling myself such and not, but I think it's time to put the mystery to bed with a consensus. As for speaking to my therapist about this, I've yet to, and before I do, I'd like to get a broad consensus for experiences like this at the base level before I feel right to pursue it.

♡ The Experience Itself ♡

Ever since I was a young child, I've been having repeated, almost (if not multiple times) daily thoughts of sex or sexual acts, no matter in public, school, or private. My imagination is extremely active and utilizes pretty much anything that's available in-mind, including sexual content. My problem was worsened by consistent exposure to NSFW content. Throughout my childhood, I always had this consistent need to "relieve" myself, and as I grew older, I ended up getting sucked into extremely NSFW spaces as a minor, particularly from ages 11-14. Nowadays, I have these kinds of sexual thoughts at least once a day, and I've even had some incredibly unwanted ones, including about my associates, family, and closest friends, and even best friend who's sex-repulsed due to severe sexual trauma.

As for the distress factor, they usually only really disturb me when I'm in public, but for the friend ones, they can happen pretty much any time. I'm aware that distress is a large factor in the hypersexual experience, but I usually just deal with it unless it is actively disturbing enough to cause distress, since typically distressing things don't stress me out nearly as much as they should. An exception to this would be sexual thoughts that play into one of my OCD subtypes, and I usually feel incredibly disgusted by those, as well as the thoughts I get about the people mentioned above. The need for self-relief tends to come at random times, sometimes immediately after waking up. I'm unable to act on them if I'm anywhere but home, but there's that. Aside from that, I always feel this intense compulsive need to talk about sex and sexual stuff with my friends, share the sexual and NSFW content I've made to them, and more. I have reason to believe it could be due to the intense craving of familiarity from 2020, which was filled to the brim with sexual stuff, which unfortunately led to my victimization in a grooming situation, but then again, there could be more to it than just that.

As for further details, there's always this background libido, but I can become easily distracted to forget about it for a little while. Nonetheless, it's still there, waiting to return. There's also this intrinsic need to just sexualize myself, but it mostly stays contained to my head due to minor reasons, but the moment I'm 18, it's probably going to devolve into public displays of self-sexuality. Hell, my 18th birthday has been extremely romanticized for years because of the sexual stuff that legally opens up then. I've even taken to using a hentai game that my degenerate ex-friend played in order to divert and alleviate a lot of these thoughts, but also to get that sense of familiarity back. It's also caused me to lose multiple friends and it's further jeopardized multiple relationships, even affecting my real life.

Is there anything I missed in this self-assessment? What is your assessment? Would YOU consider my experience to be hypersexual in nature? I heavily appreciate any help or pointers in the right direction!

#hypersexual #hypersexuality #am i hypersexual #is this hypersexuality #is it hypersexuality #actually mentally ill #hypersexual asexual #hypersexual vent #questions #mental health #mental health questions #questioning #questioning hypersexual #grooming mention #tw grooming mention

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SXF MISSION 80

Woah, long time I didn't make a review. Hope you're all doing fine while I half disappeared.

Making a brief summary of this chapter. We got:

Yor and the dangers of being drunk while managing a fake marriage because drama is needed.

Worst/Best timing yet to this day, depends on your view. I have faith in Yuri that he'll surpass himself in another occasion and break some best/worst timing record, including breaking in someone's property ofc.

Yuri worrying about Yor doesn't have hobbies. This is, in fact, not a secret to anyone. It's public domain. No need to be a secret agent to get your hands over this information.

Also, it was a matter of time the idea of cheating was brought up by someone, my bet was in Yuri or Fiona so yay. Plus fake rumors of cheating? That's some good ol' juicy reason to indulge one fave characters in angst, hurt/comfort. Any damaging gossip is, really. Fanfic material right there. 10/10

And finally.

Shit got real. Humorous situation escalated for real this time 100% real no bait more news on our web www-

It's serious, but to me it was all giggles and happy noises because I've been waiting for Twilight VS Lieutenant Briar since Yuri's introduction and Endo is finally letting me have some crumbs.

These are some predictions for the future:

Fiona and Yuri finally meet. However, Yuri thinks Fiona is Loid's mistress from work and Fiona might be tempted to play along his suspicions, ultimately refraining herself because it would endanger Twilight/the Operation Stryx and she knows better than jeopardizing her efforts and others lives for some brief petty entertainment. I mean I hope she is above that God please girl I'm not telling you to raise our expectations just don't dig another basement in your obsession-

New short chapter of Becky and Anya on the zoo. Probably short but sweet and wholesome. Maybe on the middle of this arc or right after it and Lord know we'll thank that

The mole is a new character. Frankie can't be because it's stated the mole worked for WISE while Frankie is a third party who cooperates with Twilight and only with Nightfall due their connection.

Speaking of new characters, the girl behind Yuri seems too detailed despite being a background character.

Perhaps it's my love for women or my need of more badass ladies and I'm overthinking here but she may be relevant later on and honestly it would be cool to get another SSS frequent character. Love the detail in her earrings btw.

Will she be Yuri's friend? Will she meet a tragic fate as yet another cool design forever forgotten? Another Fiona situation is in our hands? God let that last prediction live down, one is enough.

At some point Endo will reconnect this chapter plot to the story and Loid, with Yor's words still haunting him, will try to spend more time with Yor. Bonus point if it's right the day Yor has a mission and this backfires on her majestically

Following the previous premise, Yor tries to dissuade Loid on following her by saying something along the lines "I don't want to spend time together right now (or else you'll find I'm an assassin!)"

And Loid understands it as "I don't want to spend time together right now (because I'm still mad at you and the damage is already done. Nothing can be fixed at this point. I'm holding this gripe forever.)", furthering causing Loid brain damage by all the gymnastics this man does

Leading to a situation where Loid either backs up for now and lets Yor alone but compensates her later OR Loid keeps trying to please Yor in some way, decreasing her chances of sneaking and finishing the job, which makes Loid think his attempts are deepening more the problem that never really existed. A loop where both suffer by the other suffering until a miracle happens [read: Anya or convenient excuse] and she's free to go slay

Anyway that's all for today. Sorry for not taking the summary seriously I'm in Goofy mood®. What do you think about this arc?

#spy x family #sxf mission 80 #manga chapter review #yor forger #loid forger #agent twilight #fiona frost #agent nightfall #yuri briar #sxf manga spoilers

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stcnefruit · 1 month

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— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

#* open starters.#( * starters - vasti. )#( * threads - vasti. )#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #indie starter #open starter #( * so like. funny thing when it's OOC/my main i like censor everything. but at this point i've been on Tumblr so long that the #| asterisks are basically me and my hyperfixation and aesthetic choice than anything else bc IC????? no asterisks babe we are writing #| this sh*t out [see. exactly what i mean look at the starter and then look at this. smh]#| anyway say hi to Vasti!!!!!!! treat her nicely she's been rotting my brain for the past week and a half but whatever you do #| this is not good shipping practice for your artwork do not follow this advice tho in her defense she's running on low sleep #| and zero coffee. i also speak no Portuguese whatsoever i get all of this off the net so if it's wrong i'm sorry. i'll fix it sksksksk #| tldr; it's here i got off my ass and wrote a medium length starter after years of not RPing everybody cheer. do not feel pressured #| to match the length this happened bc i am a fic/book writer first and foremost i don't do short unless i'm replying rip )

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blankwashed · 1 month

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Sleepless Shadows (Part 8) (Part 1)

Huddled together with Satoru, you found yourself unable to sleep throughout the night. In fact, he spent the entire night teasing and needling you about how you always pretended not to like him. He was right, but you didn't feel it was normal or acceptable to have feelings for a mentor .

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Satoru said, looking down and exhaling heavily. "But we shouldn't let anyone know about this, about our relationship. I love you, and you know that, but if Principal Yaga finds out, I might lose my job. In Jujutsu University, favoritism is frowned upon, and they might assume you're getting good grades because of me, despite you being an exceptional student," he explained, clasping your hands in his and speaking softly.

"Ah, I understand… It's okay, sensei. I'm fine with seeing you out of school; it's not a problem for me. Anyway, my dorm has been getting crowded recently due to the students from the intake this year. It's so noisy, and I'm not able to study in peace. I'm afraid it might affect my grades," you replied to his statement. A brilliant idea popped into Satoru's mind – you could stay with him!

He lifted you from your sitting position and said, "Y/N, you can stay with me!" He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and continued, "If you think about it, it's a win-win situation. I can drive you to class when we have classes together, and I have a chauffeur who can fetch you on the other days. What do you think about that?" He looked at you affectionately, awaiting your response.

"How did my life suddenly start looking so great?" You happily agreed with his suggestion. However, you weren’t exactly thrilled about having to hide the relationship from friends, fearing the news might reach the higher-ups and jeopardize Satoru's career. You didn't want to be a burden to your new boyfriend. The night breeze blew, and you shivered; Satoru noticed and wrapped his clothes around you. You were still naked from just now.

"I think we should get dressed, Y/N. I'd love to look at your body more, but we really should get some sleep to function tomorrow," Satoru said in his 'teacher' voice, causing you to smirk."Okay sir, don't ‘pretend’ to touch me tonight either okay?"

Satoru knew he was dating one of the most straightforward females he had ever met. You watched him get dressed before you laid back on the bed, feeling blessed to have a chance to be with him.

PART 2 HERE

#satoru gojo #satoru #fics #gojo smut #i still love u gojo alot

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i want them all, robin x you (part 4!)

“And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover”

alright so tw for explicit homophobia, daddy issues cause ofc and (light) physical violence. i've put little *** at the start and end of the triggering parts so you can just skip them if you want to!

part 3! finale!

Alright, so 1986 was definitely not a year to remember.

Speaking of Russians, monsters and alternate dimensions –all way too complicated things to actually expand on right now– if you thought last year had been wild you had no words to explain this year. It had been insane, with all the curses and murders and monsters and everything. Plus, you graduated! Finally, you could leave Hawkins High for good. As expected you didn’t miss it in the slightless, you had the summer all to yourself so you focused on your job. You’d managed to get an internship in the only museum in town. The pay was dangerously close to free labor, but the hours didn’t collide with your other job at the record shop –yes, two jobs, draining but also necessary for your actually-not-so-distant future– and the owners sometimes let you present your own art. You haven't sold anything yet, but Robin insisted you were getting close.

But with autumn came the problems. At least for Robin and you.

Summer had been a mirage. You spent the entire time hanging out with your friends, who knew about you and Robin, so you had grown comfortable around showing affection in public. Everyday freedom felt less and less like a delusional idea and that was nothing but a lie. But you had fallen for it like you felt for her, unconditionally.

She would argue with you, trying to explain that it wasn’t as safe as you thought. She would always say Hawkins just wasn't the place. You two would be free, just anywhere but here. The problem was, right now you were here, and you were tired of constantly hiding. So, in order to ignore the fact that she was right, you blamed it on her everlasting hate for this town.

Such an idiot.

Still, you didn’t do anything to jeopardize the secret. You would never. But the idea never left your head. After months and months of discussing it, you decided your next step; your parents.

Again, idiots.

Seeing it from now, you understand. You’d been hiding your relationship for only a year, but you’d been hiding yourself for almost a decade at this point. You were tired of secrets, and the euphoria that graduating gives you, the feeling that the world is waiting for you with open arms, had tricked you into thinking there was actually a chance for someone like your dad to understand someone like you.

***

It had been sudden, that's for sure. You were going out with some friends and had planned to tell your parents when you were back in time for dinner. But before you could be out of the door you heard your father’s voice coming from the living room:

"You're going out again?" he sounded annoyed so you undid your steps to see him. He was sitting on his couch, the paper in his hands "It's like you don't even live here anymore! This is not a hotel, Y/N"

"I'm sorry, dad." Your mom was there too, having tea on the other couch, watching –without sound, sound upset him– an old tennis game. "But my room is cleaned and the dishes and homework are done"

He thought about it for a second. "How did you do on your last test again?"

"A"

He sighed "Fine. You can go. Here at seven, not a minute after." you breathed out, relieved, and shot him a short smile before making your way to the door once again.

But it wasn't going to be that easy.

"You're not going to that Robin's girl house again, right?"

Oh, fuck.

"What's wrong with Robin?" something was starting to boil inside you. You didn't like it when he controlled your life, of course, but speaking badly about your girlfriend was a totally different offense.

He recognized the anger in your question and frowned.

"She's always here, eating my food, using my bathroom. Doesn't she have a house of her own?"

"I don't see the problem here. She doesn't make any trouble. She even helps cleaning and everything!"

"But you're always together. It's like you're glued to the hip!" he complained. "I've seen her parents, I bet they don't even feed her. Must be why she's here for dinner everyday"

"Actually that's called having a social life– don't know if you remember how that's like"

"That's no way to talk to your father." said your mom, trying to stay out of trouble.

"Well, I can't help it if he keeps attacking my friend!"

He sighted. "All I'm saying is that maybe you could not spend all your time with her." he sentenced "You don't wanna give off the wrong impression…" he added, and that was the last straw.

"What wrong impression?"

He laughed, sarcastically and you had to fight the urges to throw your keys at his face. "Don't play dumb with me, Y/N, you're smarter than that."

"What wrong impression?" you asked, fire in your eyes

"You don't wanna look like those freaks on tv." he finally said. You already knew his opinion on the matter, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Your eyes suddenly filled with tears and rage numbed your head to the point you couldn't stop the words that came out next.

"What if I already am like them?"

Silence. Dead silence. Your mothers tea spilled all over the carpet, the paper crumbled on your father's fingers, the only sound came from the wind outside.

"What?" asked him. You had the sudden urge to cave a big hole underground and stay there for a decade or two. The tension became almost unbearable but you still said:

"I am like them"

"No, you're not." You see both their faces darken, your father's clearly with disgust, your mother's is a little harder to read. "You're just saying this to upset your mother and I. You don't know what you're talking about."

You shook your head no, trying and failing to hold back the tears.

"It's this girl, right?" your stomach dropped again. "Of course it's that girl! She has filled your head with these ridiculous ideas! This is not the daughter I raised, there's no way!" he was yelling now and you've never felt worse in your life. You tried to find any kind of support on your mom, but her gaze was lost somewhere on the tv. Too out of it for her to return your stare. "You're never seeing her again."

You explode against him and break your silence. There was a limit. You had a limit. Robin was everything in your life, you couldn't afford to lose her. Not after everything you two had gone through.

"You can't do that!" you protested and tried to run away to the door.

"Y/N, COME BACK HERE. RIGHT NOW." he yelled as he chased you down the hall and managed to catch you. He grabbed your arm firmly. You tried to escape, but his embrace was strong and starting to hurt. So he took your keys away, and as he looked down to you with a red face filled with rage he said "I'm not letting you run to that freak again! I'm not letting you out at all if you keep behaving like this! You're not going to embarrass me like that in front of the whole town!"

"LET ME GO!"

"YOU'RE NOT LIKE THOSE DISGUSTING SICK PEOPLE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO US??? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DISAPPOINTMENT."

His words cut deep into you, but you tried to hide it. Instead you yelled at him to let you go. He doesn't, so you started to struggle with him, trying to set yourself free. His nails hardened against your skin and you were pretty sure you were bleeding, but you were more focused on trying to hit him, wherever you can. A minute of fighting passed and he was getting tired, so after telling you to stop it, repeatedly, you felt his strong hand impact your cheek.

It was not the first time this had happened, but it's surely the worst, because apart from the burning sensation and the tears filling your eyes you could also feel blood running down your nose. Even him looked surprised at himself, so much he let go of your arm. So you had five seconds to decide your next move.

The front door is the most obvious choice, but you knew it was locked and he still had the keys in his hands, so instead you ran to your room and locked the door behind you.

***

But that was only a memory now. Even if it still haunted you during the bad nights.

Right now, on the contrary, you’re at Robin's door just like you had been two years ago. But this time you have a casserole on your hands and your mom by your side, and are waiting for your girlfriend to open the door to celebrate your first Christmas as a family.

Once again, weirdest year ever.

“Mrs Y/LN! Y/N! Come on in…” you know she’s nervous by the way she struggles with the doorknob before opening the door and if you weren’t also about to shit your pants –technically your dress– you would’ve found it amusing and very adorable.

Her hands shake a bit when she takes both your coats and while your mom moves on to the living room to say hello to Robin's parents you stay in the lobby with her for just a moment longer

"How is this happening?" she whispers. She's very pale, so you try holding both her hands in yours to try and make her relax.

"No fucking idea." you admit "But– we've seen worse this year, haven't we?" You say, making her chuckle. You’re right, what's a simple dinner after curses and multiple homicides?

"There's the couple of the year!" Robin's dad greets you as soon as you get into the living room. He's finishing setting the table. Your girlfriend seems mortified, but your stomach flutters. It’s just a reminder of how good both of them had taken the news.

"I DID IT" You heard through the walkie Dustin and the other kids had convinced you to buy. At first you though it was stupid, but then you realized how much telephone money you could use in other stuff, like Operation Croassant, so now it was your primary way of comunication with your girlfriend."Y/N, I TOLD THEM"

Right. She was also telling her parents today.You totally forgot it! Seems like it went well, you could hear the smile on her face.

"YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG!" she continued.

You wiped your tears and nose and prayed she won’t notice you've been crying before responding. "Robin, baby, that's awesome!"

You really tried to fool her, hers went well and she deserved to celebrate without worrying about you. At least for today. But– Robin knew you better than anyone, and despite her 'poor grasp for social clues' she figured something was wrong immediately.

"Y/N?" she asked softly "Is everything okay, sunshine?"

"Mhm" you tried to respond, ignoring the lump in your throat.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes" she warned, and you wanted to say no, but are incapable of forming any type of words without starting to sob. So you made a bag and put the walkie inside it, along with your essentials, your money, and some clothes. You also took your "Robin box" from its hiding spot in the deep ends of your closet, and grabbed every picture that could be easily destroyed by your angry father.

Fifteen minutes later you heard her arrive on her bike, –no, she didn't have her license yet, it was definitely because of the money and not at all because of her poor driving abilities– and you desperately waved from your window in hopes she would see you and get the message. Knocking on the door right next to the living room, when you could hear your parents fight from your room upstairs, wasn't really a good idea. Luckily she saw you, parked her bike and attempted to climb to get to your window, but you cut her off. The thing you wanted most in your life right now was to get as far as possible from your house, so you climb out instead.

She didn't say anything when you got to the floor, she knew better than to pressure you to talk. You'll tell her eventually, and with the years she had learned to give you that kind of space. Instead she offered you a hug that almost broke you.

"Let's get out of here…" she whispered in your ear, trying to comfort you with a hand across your back.

You didn't really feel like biking right now, so instead you took the back seat of her bike. Which also gave you an excuse to hug her from behind the entire time. You melt into her, your chin on her shoulder and her hair ticking your cheek. The ride back to her house was silent, with the exception of the birds over your heads and, now that you had the time to actually process the recent events, the sound of your crying.

In order to calm you down she made the wise decision of taking the longer way, which also involved the route right next to the woods.

The woods were always your favorite part of Hawkins. Something about the tall trees and the leaves and how the wind seemed to fly through, pressing the nature that surrounded it. When you were in the woods you were no longer the protagonist, suddenly you were just another part of nature. Another puzzle piece of the landscape. Besides, you were also a big fan of silence, and there was no other silence that could ever compare to this. Inside, the only thing you could hear was the faint illusion of water running and the quiet buzzing of thousands of little insects, flying around in peace. It was magical and surrounding.

And you had mentioned this to Robin, of course. That's where she got the idea from. But you had mentioned it so casually, not making a big fuzz out of it, you couldn't believe she remembered. That single little action made you feel incredibly better. She always made you feel like this, cared and loved. So you wiped your tears and kissed her cheek instead.

Yes, life sucked and it was going to stay like that for a long while, but you still had Robin.

"Dinner is absolutely delicious, Melissa." says your mother. The five of you are already on the table. You have your mother facing you with Robin's mom at her right, Robin at your right and Robin's father, Richard, at the head of the table, to your left.

"Thank you, so much. I actually tried a new thing–" they start to talk about secret ingredients and cooking times and Robin's dad explains excitedly how he also was involved in the process, but you're too nervous to pay any attention.

Robin, seated right next to you, notices this and softly asks you if you're okay.

"Yes, baby. Just nervous" you assure her, making an effort to make your voice sound steady.

"Knock, knock." she whispers. You turn to look at her confused.

"What?" you whisper back

"I read that laughing is a way to release nerves and tension." she says, a little embarrassed. "Knock, Knock…"

"Who's there?"

"May I come in?"

"May I come in who?" you ask reluctantly.

"Not till we have a serious discussion about birth control!" she says, keeping a fake serious face. You let out a quiet chuckle as you ask Melissa for the salad.

"You're an idiot…"

"Having sex in an elevator is wrong…" she tries again "On so many levels"

You laugh a little harder, but the adults don't seem to notice. Too busy talking about god knows what.

You could see in Robin's face she's trying to think of a better joke, but since she's struggling a little you decide to have a sip of your water.

She starts to talk as soon as you have your mouth full of water. You suspect she's doing it on purpose "Why does Santa Claus have such a big sack?" Shit, this better not be good. "...he only comes once a year."

You desperately try to swallow the liquid but the laughter is just faster, so you end up spitting all over your empty plate. A little bit of water actually escaping through your nostrils. Your parents' conversation is quickly interrupted and you start to cough, aggressively. Half of you still laughing at that horrible joke, and half of you wanting to choke Robin to death. Richard, concerned, is giving you instructions to cough, your mother is apologizing for the mess you’ve made to Melissa, who’s already cleaning everything up, and your girlfriend –that fucker– is laughing her ass off. Almost falling down from her chair, crying in between shrieks of laughter.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" you manage to say. Everyone calms down and gets back to their place, except Robin, who's still laughing. "I'm going to kill you…" you whisper to her.

"I love you too, sunshine."

The rest of the dinner goes down without any trouble, and soon enough you're having dessert, with only an hour left until midnight.

"So what are your plans for next year, Y/N?" asks Robin's mom "Any college in mind?"

The question makes both Robin’s and your heart skip a beat. There was one more thing to tell them about…

"Well, actually, we wanted to talk to you all about something." your mom looks up, surprised as well. "As you may know, Robin and I have been planning something for years now." You say, just as you practiced a million times before.

"It's always been our dream." she adds.

"And we think next year's the perfect time to do it…"

"What is it?" asks Richard, frowning in his face.

"Traveling" you both say. "We were thinking of France, for starters, but it's still being defined…"

"With what money?" asks Melissa, not really happy with the news.

"That's the thing…" you continue, carefully "We have savings, but not enough– and we'd never expect for you to pay for anything…" you quickly add, since you saw both your mothers wanted to argue

"So we got real jobs." says Robin, a little pride speaking into her voice "I'mma work at the library and Mr Hauser helped me get a spot in the tutoring department of Hawkins High. I'll be doing private English tutoring and counseling."

"And, they needed an extra set of hands in Kindergarten. I'll help there and in the kitchen for lunch."

Yeah, sure. They weren't high paying jobs, but they were more than just for the summer. You were talking about seven or eight hours per day. Although they did seem impressed about it, they didn't look as convinced as you hoped to.

"... but you'll be putting down studying for another year, right?.." guesses Melissa. "That was not the deal, Robin. You know that."

"Yeah, I know, but there's no way we can even dream of Europe if we get buried in student debt!"

“And we’ll also use the year to plan college, as well, Get applications and scholarships in order, maybe some community work to improve our resumes. Get everything ready, so as soon as we’re back we have all done…” you explain.

"You told us, when you postponed college, that it would be for only one semester," says Richard. “We had a deal.”

"But!"

"I'm sure Y/N's mom thinks the same as your father and I…"

"I'm not thrilled about it." she says "But they're right, student debt can be financially suffocating."

Robin and you look at each other astonished. Is she really okay with this?

"And they're young, it's really the time to do these kinds of things. Right?" you can't believe it, you're smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. "Opportunities don't come so often for people like us, studying abroad is not as accessible as you might think. Still you're gonna have to promise college is your number one priority once you're back–"

You hurry to agree with her "Of course, of course! I'll have the bags ready!"

Robin sends an apologetic smile to her parents, her eyebrows up with suggestion, who look at each other with doubt on their faces. It seems like the three of them want to have a private conversation, so both your mother and you excuse yourselves and go your separate ways. Your mother goes to the backyard and you go to the restroom, not without shooting Robin a “Good luck!” smile. After you’re done you can still hear them discussing, so you go through the kitchen and to the garden as well.

“Thank you for having our backs in there” you say, hands in your pockets as you step outside. Your mom, who’s smoking a cigar, smiles softly when she hears you. “I thought you’d be the harder one to convince…”

Her gaze is lost in the road ahead of you as she leans on the Buckley's front porch. It was freezing, so you could see smoke leaving your mouth when you talked, mimicking the one that left hers.

“Well, I'm not exactly thrilled about it" she admits, sadness invading her features for just a moment "But you’ve been planning this for so long... And I know you're gonna take good care of each other…"

You hug her from the side and melt in her embrace, trying to express your gratitude.

"I wanted to tell you something…" she starts after a minute of silence, you nod to indicate she could keep going "It's about that night..."

"Oh…"

"I wanted to explain why it took me so long to call–"

"Mom, it's alright. I wasn't expecting that you'd accept it in one night. I know it's a lot to take in." You try to tell her you didn't care. Yes, in the moment it had been terrifying, not knowing if you still had a place in your own family, but now things were good. Now she's okay with it, so who cares about it.

"No, it's not alright." she says firmly but you can hear the knot in her throat "No. Before anything else, you're my daughter. I shouldn't have… but that's not– I wanted to say something else."

"What?"

"That night, a while after you left, I convinced your father to go to bed and I went looking for you." she confesses. You stare at her with a frown.

"Really?"

"In the moment your father's words invaded my brain, so I wanted to take you home. Try to talk some sense into you." you lower your gaze. Of course. "So I came here.'' She taps the wood of the porch. "I was so mad, so… hurt. I felt like I didn't know you anymore. And I didn't realize that was my fault, not yours. So I was about to storm into this house and demand you come with me… but then I saw you both, through the window."

"You saw us?"

"You two were dancing and she must've tell you something funny because I could almost hear your laugh from right here.'' She keeps going with her story. Talking in a soothing voice, like she has rehearsed this in front of a mirror. "The last image I had of you was right before you went upstairs to your room, and the contrast was unbelievable. At home you looked like the world was failing before you, I have never seen you so devastated and I hate knowing it was because of me…" she says, her voice breaking at the end. By this point both of you are crying. "And now, barely two hours later you were dancing and laughing and so happy... That made me realize my mistake, realize how badly I was hurting you, but also made me realize how good Robin was at repairing what we broke."

You smile despite the tears. She’s absolutely right. Robin was the sun to all of your rainy days.

"So I figured I'll have to be as brave as my little girl…" she jokes, easing the tension in the air. You roll your eyes with affection. Some things never change. "So I turned around and tried to talk some sense into your father, instead."

Your eyes open with surprise "Wait, really?" she nods yes. "How did you even do that? Didn’t he put up a fight or something?"

"Yes, quite literally…" she says and you're too afraid to ask for more details. "So when that didn't work I made friends with his boss's wife –he was cheating on her– and together we gathered enough proof of the fraud they had been doing for years at the Hawkins branch of the company."

You can't contain the chuckle that escapes your lips "That's pretty badass of you, not gonna lie"

"Thank you" she smiles "After that we just got a good lawyer, drafted the divorce papers and everything was ready. A month later the company shut the branch and everyone was relocated, so your father moved to Nevada."

"And he's gonna stay right there."

"He better do, I still have the papers" You both laugh and you feel your chest get a little lighter.

She never hated you. All that time she was just fighting for you. You hug her a little tighter.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, sweetie."

You can't hear the voices anymore, so you go back inside. The clock on the wall reads 11:46. When you enter the living room, Robin and her parents are sitting on opposite sides of the table and you can feel the tension in the air, but she doesn’t look defeated. You try and communicate through your eyes:

“How did it go?” you ask her.

She shrugs. “Could’ve been worse. But they’ll come around eventually.”

You shoot her a nervous smile before returning to your seat. You hold her hand, silently praying while all of your parents argue across the table. Voices low so you couldn’t hear them.

“What are they saying?” Robin tries to ask you, but it’s useless.

“No idea…”

You also try to read their faces, but you have lost many times at poker nights for a reason. They knew how to hide their emotions.

“Alright…” says Richard as they all turn to look at you and your girlfriend. “We haven’t discussed this completely, there’s still a lot to think about…

“But for now we’re saying yes.” adds your mom.

You feel waves of happiness and euphoria go through your body. They said yes! You turn to look at Robin and she’s just like you, smiling wider than ever, eyes shining for your future. In that moment everything is perfect, all the hurting and the losing and the fighting is finally worth it. You both stand up to hug the three adults, who can’t help but laugh and cheer along. After you're done hugging Richard you feel Robin’s hand holding your cheeks, and before you know it she’s stealing a kiss from your lips. You brush her off, blushed and embarrassed, but hug her as well. What an idiot.

“BUT–” clarifies Melissa. “We need to be absolutely included in planning. I want to know destinations, dates, flights, hotels, everything.”

You both nod enthusiastically, emotion barely fitting inside your bodies.

“You guys were thinking France?” asks her dad, finally allowing himself to smile.

You look at her fondly and smile purely before asking as well “Yes, Robin, where are we running away this time?”

aren't they so cute?? also! comment or dm me if you wanna be tagged in the finale! it'll be up probably saturday or sunday... thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: November 1996

Press Conference… BRET HART

Every issue, reporters from PRO WRESTLING ILLUSTRATED will participate in an incisive press conference with a top wrestling star. The questions will be demanding. And the answers will reveal the innermost thoughts of the giants of the sport.

[Bret Hart beat Diesel for his third WWF World title last year and gained a reputation for being able to beat bigger and stronger men. Now he’s talking as if we’ve seen the last of him in the ring.]

The bell tolls for Bret Hart, but neither Shawn Michaels nor Davey Boy Smith is the one beckoning to him.

It is 6:50 on a pretty June evening in Calgary, and “The Hitman” is going i n two directions, as has been the case of late. There is the interview that he has agreed to do–it is due to begin momentarily. Suddenly, though, Hart remembers that he has to take his son Dallas for drum lessons.

Hart ponders this dilemma, then consults with his ever-supportive wife, Julie, who offers to play chaperone for their percussionist son.

Problem solved. The interview can go on as scheduled.

This is what has become a typical night in the life of wrestling’s “Excellence Of Execution.” To wrestling fans, however, it probably sounds like an atypical day in the life of one of the WWF’s most popular and most successful wrestlers of all-time.

Bret Hart, “The Excellence Of Fatherhood”? For now at least, yes. Three months after losing the WWF belt to Michaels in a controversial “Iron Man” match, Hart is adapting to a life that, at least for now, excludes wrestling.

Instead of facing off against the motley likes of Jerry Lawler, brother Owen, and Michaels, Bret is reacquainting himself on a 24-hour-a-day, seven-days-a-week basis with his wife, sons Dallas, 11, and Blade, 6, and daughters Jade, 13, and Alexandra, 8. An accomplished cartoonist, one of eight owners of a Canadian junior hockey team, and a budding actor, Hart is looking into life beyond the squared circle.

Does this mean “The Hitman” has fought his last battle as a wrestler? Senior Writer Bryan Ethier spoke to him about that and much more.

BRYAN ETHIER: You’ve been away from wrestling for a few months now. After receiving favorable reviews for your performance in the series Lonesome Dove last year, have you made any further efforts to get into acting?

BRET HART: It’s hard to say. It's not like you can just jump into an acting career. You make yourself available and try to find the right project that comes along. You don’t sell out your principles and end up in a show that you might not be too happy about or do a television show that would cause you some discomfort somewhere down the line. You don’t want to do something in acting that would jeopardize your doing something positive or constructive. The performances I gave in Lonesome Dove were genuine and accepted as decent performances. The acting world is something I’m pursuing, but there’s nothing pre-set.

[“To see [Shawn Michaels] hold this image as a male dancer … makes me ill. It always has. People ask me why I didn’t shake his hand at the end of WrestleMania. I don't want to endorse him.”]

ETHIER: How has your success as an actor and a cartoonist precipitated your decision to take a leave of absence from wrestling?

HART: Many, many years ago when I got into wrestling, I set out to accomplish a lot of things. In a lot of areas, I’ve accomplished everything I could have ever hoped to. It’s done. So I can go back and try to repeat it again, and there is some satisfaction in that. Of course I’ve had other dreams and goals I’d like to fulfill, too. I would like to do more cartoons; I used to be a great cartoonist, and I guess I still am. I would like to possibly write a book, not necessarily on wrestling, either. I wouldn’t mind doing a comic strip or a comic book. That would combine both talents. I’ve had my cartoons published in the Calgary Sun (for which he has written a column for nearly six years). It’s kind of a hobby, but it’s something I put a lot of work into to make sure it’s decent.

ETHIER: You’re admired for your integrity and standards. How difficult has it been for you to see some of the changes in the WWF–namely the departure of Razor Ramon and Diesel to WCW and Shawn Michaels becoming WWF World champion?

HART: You never can let your personal feelings get to you too much, because the wrestling business is often like a river: The current’s going to go where it’s going to go. I guess what sells is what works.

ETHIER: That river has carried with it successful, controversial wrestlers such as Goldust. What are your feelings on him and the direction in which the WWF is headed?

HART: I feel there’s something missing since I’ve been gone. That is, maybe a truly defined hero. I’m very proud of what I represented as a hero; I stood up for myself and faced all kinds of tough opponents of different shapes and sizes, and I accepted the most severe challenges. I always did it with my head held high and with integrity. “The Hitman” Never gave less than 100 percent. I always went up against the wall with The Undertaker and Yokozuna and a lot of other guys and never backed down. If I needed to bite his head to get out of a bearhug, I did it. That was the way I was brought up. Not to win at all costs, but also not to let some big guy push you around and get away with breaking the rules. And I think that’s a good message for kids. I was never a troublemaker; I was always open and honest about how I fought.

ETHIER: Now that you’ve had some time to reflect on your heartbreaking defeat to Shawn Michaels at WrestleMania XII, how would you rate him as a champion and a hero?

[Despite giving one of the greatest efforts of his career, Hart lost the WWF title to Shawn Michaels at WrestleMania XII. He has nothing good to say about “The Heartbreak Kid” at this point.]

HART: To see him hold this image as a male dancer–a guy who takes his clothes off and the little dance he does getting into the ring–,makes me ill. It always has. People ask me why I didn't shake his hand at the end of WrestleMania. I don't want to endorse him. I don’t like the way he handles his responsibility as a role model.

ETHIER: Is it conceivable for a wrestler to be a role model when you consider the oneupmanship that is occurring between the WWF and WCW?

HART: I don’t know. For me, I’ve been around the world and seen how significant it is to be this legendary role model. I’ve had little kids in Israel mob me at the Wailing Wall. I’ve had little Irish kids in North Belfast and Northern Ireland–Catholic and Protestant kids–holding my hand at the same time. I’ve seen kids in India in incredible poverty that are so emotionally overcome when they actually see you in person and see that you’re not a cartoon character. You’re not a figment of their imagination. You’re a real human being who fights these people. I'm very serious about being a hero; I don’t attach a price tag to that. These kids believe what I say, what I stand for. Too many guys get into wrestling now for the money. Loyalty’s more important.

ETHIER: Your blood war with Owen seems to have taken a back seat to your sister Diana’s accusations that Shawn Michaels has harassed her. What are your feelings about having family members drawn into the wrestling fray?

[Bret brought his son Blade to this year’s Slammys (above left). He’s now enjoying full-time fatherhood. And since he has distanced himself from wrestling, he’ll have more time to devote to hobbies such as motorcycle riding if he so chooses (above right).]

HART: Since WrestleMania, I’ve kind of distanced myself from it. I haven't watched the show. I have not been involved in anything that my sister Diana did, or what Owen’s been doing or what Davey Boy’s been doing. In wrestling, you can’t let other people’s view clutter yours. I can’t worry about what Owen is doing or what Davey Boy’s doing. You just hope the right things happen to the good people. I’ve always felt I'm the intelligent fan’s wrestler.

ETHIER: Is there a place in wrestling today for an “intelligent” wrestler such as you?

HART: I don’t think there are enough fans who appreciate a wrestler who has a little integrity, who doesn’t have the same match every night. There aren’t enough who appreciate a wrestler who applies total and complete logic for every match and who doesn’t just dip into the well and do what he did the night before–someone who isn't overcome by his image and persona. I’m the same guy that I was when I got into this business.

ETHIER: How do you wish to be remembered as a wrestler?

HART: I don’t want to be remembered as a guy who held on too long, who sold out his feelings at the very end so he could make a few bucks.

ETHIER: In what direction is the WWF going?

HART: The positive thing I can say about the WWF, opposed to WCW, is that the WWF seems to try to make an effort to go forward all the time. I like to see guys like Steve Austin or my brother Own, because no one can say they’re not good wrestlers.

EHTIER: Has being a dedicated father of four affected your decision to take a break from wrestling?

HART: I’ve wanted to be home with my kids for years. You can’t just put your family on hold forever, because eventually they grow up, and they’re gone.

ETHIER: Have we seen the last of Bret Hart inside the ring?

HART: I don’t know. I really don’t know. I know there’s a lot of people talking like it’s a plan–that I will just come back and walk right back into wrestling like it was orchestrated or planned from the beginning. I have to have a reason and desire to come back. Maybe what I’m hoping for is people will realize that something’s missing in the wrestling world and they’ll appreciate that what I offered wasn’t so much good, but what it was just wholesome, better. If it ended tomorrow morning and I woke up and said, “I don’t need it, I’m done,” I’d be really proud of what I accomplished and what I got in return.

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