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[singmyaubade]

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I apologize for my time writing this; it just had to be perfect! I am so grateful that you all love my story enough to give it so much love and support and practically beg for a part 3; thank you so much. I had no idea how to start and continue this, so please be kind. I really hope you guys enjoy this part, and I hope it's everything you dreamed of <3

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Shh.. don't wake her up!" You heard Lily whisper in your half-asleep state as the sun peeked at you through the blinds.

"It's Marlene's big oger feet," Mary snorted.

"Hey! My feet are not the size of oger feet," Marlene replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Shh!" Lily warned.

You heard the shuffling of paper and steps as you opened your eyes to see your best friends hanging up decorations, a smile appearing on your face immediately.

"Oh, bollocks," Lily sighed, face-palming, "Happy birthday!" She yelled, half annoyed but half happy there was a smile on your face. She embraced you as you sat upright in bed, glad to see your friend's dedication to your birthday.

The rest of them told you a happy birthday, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Wow, I can't believe you actually got Marlene up this early," You said, opening another card they gave you.

"Well, it took a chicken drumstick," Dorcas replied.

"Otherwise, I would've been grouchy, and Y/n would have had a horrible birthday, so really I did it for her," Marlene said as Mary rolled her eyes.

"I wonder what the Marauders have planned, especially James," Lily muttered.

Every year for your birthday, James would give you a grand birthday party and tons of presents. He usually would sneak into your dorm room and surprise you with cannons and the other Marauders, but of course, this year was different.

And coincidentally, your birthday was the same day as the start of winter break, which always meant you had to pack on your birthday.

And every birthday, you had to go over to James's house for your birthday dinner with your families.

Which you were not looking forward to this year.

"Oh shit, sorry, Y/n, I know you don't want to speak about him," Lily apologized.

"It's alright; I'm sure I'll be reminded of him today many times," You replied, getting out of bed, "I can't believe I don't get to spend my birthday at Hogwarts," You said, grabbing clothes from your closet, setting them next to the trunk.

"It does suck, but you can at least be excited about your birthday dinner," Lily replied, closing her trunk.

"Hopefully, it goes well without James hinting to our parents that I hate him and don't want anything to do with him," You angrily said, shoving your clothes in your trunk.

"Do you really hate him, though?" Mary asked, "I mean, you were best friends with him all these years, and now, you utterly hate him,"

"That was before I realized he was cruel and truly considered me anything but something that he couldn't get rid of," You said, "But enough about James, are we still meeting together after Christmas?"

"Of course, your house, Y/n?" Dorcas asked.

You nodded, "But we can't steal my parent's booze again; I'm pretty sure the elves are scared of Marlene,"

"I didn't mean to scare them with my clown impression; it was just too good," Marlene smirked.

"Yeah yeah, for sure," You said, laughing before packing the rest of your clothes.

Suddenly, your parent's owl flew in from the window, delivering you a letter. You opened the envelope and straightened the folded-up letter, which stated:

Dear beloved Y/n,

Your father and I are experiencing a torturous delay from France; we have fought with the conductor multiple times and even considered apparating or the floo. Unfortunately, because of the horrible mangling rabbit, I TOLD your father not to eat, he has been throwing up all evening, and we can't apparate, and the nearest floo is eight hours away. You will stay with the Potters tonight and tomorrow night because too many wards might injure you in the house that the elves can't disable, but we hope to return before then. We want you to have the most incredible birthday and love you so much; we are incredibly sorry to miss it. Please forgive us.

Sincerely,

Your proud parents.

"What does the letter say?" Lily asked, glancing at you the folding her socks.

"My parents are stuck in a delay and can't make it to my birthday dinner in time, or even tomorrow," You shrugged.

"I am so sorry, Y/n," Lily said, embracing you.

You hugged her back. "It's okay; at least I have the Potters.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" Dorcas asked.

"Yeah, you can stay with me if you want," Mary offered.

"No, it's fine." You sighed, "They will be hurt if I skipped the opportunity to continue the tradition, and my mom would wring my head off if I didn't go," You joked.

"Okay, well, let us know," Lily smiled.

The whole part of you was sincerely upset; you didn't want your parents to not be there for your birthday. Even worse, you weren't on good terms with James, which only made for an awkward dinner with his family.

But you understood and knew your parents would make it up to you, and you know how guilty they felt; you just missed them.

You chose to keep your mind off it and keep packing until it was time to go to the train.

"When does this bloody train come?" Marlene shivered, "I'm fucking freezing,"

"I told you to bring your jumper," Mary sighed.

"I didn't think I really needed it," Marlene replied, gritting her teeth.

"I knew you would be cold," You said, giving her one of your extra jumpers.

"You know, Y/n, I'll kick Potter's bloody ass for you; just remember that," Marlene suggested, causing you to laugh.

"Speaking of the devil," Dorcas muttered under her breath.

You turned around to see James looking straight into your eyes. You had to admit that James had never been so intimidating. His eyes looked as if they had darkened, and he looked as if you were his Slytherin competitor in Quidditch.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice sounding deeper.

He didn't even say Happy Birthday.

"I'm gonna sit with them," You blankly stated, not an ounce of kindness in your voice.

"It's better if we sit together," James demanded, "Otherwise, we won't be able to find each other in the crowd when the train stops," He explained to you slowly as if you were a child, which only pissed you off.

"Are you fucking mishearing me, or are you just delusional?" You asked, "I said I'm gonna sit with my friends and not assholes. I don't even consider an acquaintance." You sneered, your voice sounding so harsh that it shocked your friends, "Please do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone."

"Are you really gonna be an uptight bitch?" James asked, a cocky smile on his face, "I mean, Jesus, I like it better when your mouth is shut or perhaps filled." Some of you knew that James was just being an asshole because he was hurt, which is what he always did, even when he was a kid, but the only thing about it was that he only did it to you.

That only angered you more before you slapped him for his rude comment, "Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that."

"Or what?" He stepped closer

"Okay, guys!" Lily stepped in, "We will approach you five minutes before the train stops, and you guys will walk together in peace, hopefully," Lily dragged you away as you glared at James.

"I can't believe you actually slapped him," Marlene said, following after you guys, "I mean, after what he said, I would've punched him so hard in the di-"

Mary cut her off, "Jokes aside, are you okay, Y/n? I mean, I have never seen James so mean and awful towards you or anyone for that matter,"

You sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't get why he is so mean to me when he was the one who broke my trust in the first place,"

"What did he do?" Marlene asked.

The rest of the group looked at Marlene as if she had killed a unicorn. Nobody had really asked what James had done but considering your resentment towards him, it must’ve been unforgiving.

You hesitated, “He just didn’t say some nice things about me.” You answered, hoping to move on.

“Like what kind of things?” Marlene pried.

You could tell she was just curious, but you were so humiliated by what James had said that you didn’t even want to tell your closest friends.

Dorcas elbowed Marlene, causing her to hiss in pain before she said, “It isn’t our business if you don’t want to tell us, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” Lily agreed, “Maybe it’s better it is between you and James.”

The rest of the group agreed including Marlene who was hunched over in pain and verbally cursing Dorcas for the hard elbow.

You muttered a “thanks” before heading onto the train. You sat by the window, staring outside to the foggy mountains.

You didn’t want to admit it but you did miss James and how much he cared for your birthday. Sometimes it seemed like it was his birthday with how high he held your birthday.

You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just try to even figure out what he had done or fight for your forgiveness, he just chose to be angry at you.

You didn't even want to think about him. Why does your whole life revolve around him?

"Anything from the trolley dearies?" The Trolley Witch asked.

"Chocolate frogs," Marlene said.

"Jumbling Jellies," Lily answered.

"I'll take Fizzing Wheezies," You said, paying her 10 galleons for you all.

"Y/n, you don't ha-" Lily was about to say before Marlene shushed her.

Lily glared as Marlene spoke, "Bless your heart, Y/n," She smiled as you laughed.

As Marlene started devouring her chocolate frog, you couldn't help but remember how you and James would share Fizzing Wheezies every time on your birthday on the train.

Practically tradition.

You wondered if he thought the same. If he was relishing in the memories.

Your thinking was halted when Dorcas set a hand on your thigh as you smiled, laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, trying to prepare for the day ahead.

--

"Y/n," Someone lightly shook you by your shoulder as you looked to see Lily. She was waking all of the girls up as the train stopped.

You yawned, getting up to grab your luggage. James was right that there would be traffic, so you had to rush off, saying your goodbyes to your best friends.

"Promise to write?" Lily asked, looking near tears.

"Lils, it's only a week," You snorted as she gave you a stern look.

"A week I won't get to see you," She hugged you tighter as you smiled and returned it.

"See you before Christmas?" She asked.

You rubbed her shoulder, "See you before Christmas."

"Promise me you won't forgive Potter," Marlene sighed, causing you to laugh.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Mary asked next to Marlene.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Marlene mocked, causing Mary to glare.

"Okay, okay!" You laughed at the both of them, "Only if you promise you both will stop bickering," You hugged them both.

They glared at each other as Dorcas spoke, "Forgetting someone?"

You grinned, "Never," You hugged her, kissing her on the cheek.

You were waiting for her to say, "Give him hell?" You asked as she laughed.

"I think you know what to do," She encouraged before you exited, waving goodbye to all of them.

Even though it was only a week, you still hated being away from your best friends. They were like your third family besides your actual and the Potters.

You saw the back of Sirius's head as you approached him, considering he lived with the Potters.

He turned around before you could tap him, picking you up, "Happy birthday Y/n!" He said, kissing your cheek as you yelped.

"Okay, thank you, Sirius, put me down!" You giggled.

He put you down as you smoothed your clothing, "So where's Potter?' You asked.

He smirked, "Only last name? Ice cold Y/n." You didn't respond, so he assumed you were waiting for an answer, "He went to the toilets,"

You hummed, silently tapping your foot on the pavement, only hearing the ruckus around you both.

"Excited for your birthday dinner?" He asked, partly ready for the drama.

"Very," You sarcastically said.

"Hey, Mom and Dad aren't too bad," He said.

"We both know Euphemia and Fleamont aren't the Potters I despise," You muttered.

"Well, for your sake, I'll make him behave," He sent a charming smile your way.

"What would I do without you, Black?" You rolled your eyes.

"Probably be miserable," He answered, causing you to laugh.

"What are we laughing about?" James said, not even a smidge of excitement in his tone.

Your usual mad facade slipped back in as you grabbed your luggage and started heading toward the car. You could hear Sirius laughing behind you.

You saw Euphemia and Fleamont waiting by the car like they had usually done since Sixth year since James told them to stop coming inside because of his newfound "popularity."

Your face lit up immediately, excited to see two of your favorite people worldwide.

You embraced Euphemia, giving the tightest hug you could and giving Fleamont a kiss on the cheek while they asked about your studies. You could see James rolling his eyes both audibly and physically.

"Okay, Mother, I don't think Y/n likes all the questions," James said, leaning his head on the window while his father drove.

Sirius was in between the two of you, snoring asleep. Considering the train ride, you didn't even know why he was tired.

"I don't mind at all," You said, smiling as James glared at you.

You knew that Euphemia could feel the tension between you and James, but she ignored it, "So Y/n, I have made you something extraordinary." Euphemia said.

"And that is?" You asked, knowing she wouldn't tell you.

"I guess you will have to find out tonight during dinner." She sweetly said, winking at you.

You smiled to yourself, relieved your birthday wouldn't be that bad.

--

You entered the house that you had been over to so many times, admiring it fully.

"James will show you your room," Euphemia said, rubbing your back as you smiled, trying not to show your discomfort about James.

James didn't even wait for you before heading up the steps. Thankfully, he carried your luggage because he knew Euphemia would berate him.

"It's in there," He lazily said, not even opening the door before walking downstairs.

Jerk.

You grunted, lifting your heavy suitcase inside the room.

You admired the room, which looked like it was made for you. It was warm and tremendous for a guest room. It had all of your favorite colors and smells.

It was perfect.

You decided to nap before dinner, considering you had no one to talk to, and you were partly tired after the drive anyway. You knew an elf would get you when it was time.

--

"Ms." A frail voice said as your eyes fluttered open to see Dot, the Potter's elf that had been there since you had first moved in.

"Oh, hello, Dot," You spoke lightly, yawning.

"Ms. Potter tells Dot to inform you it's time for dinner," Her small voice said.

"Thank you, Dot, I appreciate it," You thanked before the elf nodded her head and apparated out.

You stretched, wearing a semi-formal dress, one of your favorites.

You headed down the stairs as you smelt the food radiating from the dining room. It was all of your favorites; it was pretty extraordinary. Ms. Potter was always the type to blow you off of your feet, regardless.

Your face lit up, "This is stunning, Ms. Potter," You looked at the glowing lights.

Euphemia smiled, "I'm glad you love it,"

You sat next to James with Sirius next to him. His face had certainly softened, but he was clenching his jaw when you sat beside him.

"Now," Euphemia started, "I know we usually do gifts after dinner, but we all had such beautiful surprises for you that we couldn't wait."

Euphemia started first, giving you one of your favorite movies since you were a kid, except the movie wasn't available anywhere.

You rose excitedly, embracing her, "How did you get this?" You asked, smiling at the CDs.

"A friend of mine is good friends with the director, and he happened to have one last copy," She answered as you excitingly hugged her before returning to your seat.

"Thank you, Ms. Potter," You looked at Euphemia, "I love it,"

She nodded before Fleamont gave you his gift. It was a beautiful crystal from Bejing.

You thanked him for the beautiful gem before Sirius offered you his gift. He gave you a perfume that smelled of fire whisky but wasn't actually fire whisky.

Part of you wanted to know how he did it, but you decided to save it for later as you thanked him, kissing him on the cheek as he cheered.

Last was James, who picked up the gift from under the table. He had looked you in the eyes, not a set of resentment in them at all.

Your breath hitched as he gave you a stuffed animal your grandfather gave you when you were nine. You had cried for a week because you had lost it and teared up when anyone mentioned it.

He gave it to you as it looked brand new and was cleaner than when you had it when you were nine.

When you pressed on the heart, it always said "I love you" in your grandfather's voice and even had your name on the collar.

You teared up, "How did you find it?"

He stuttered, "I-I found it in the treehouse in the corner,"

"I thought the treehouse was infested with Clockonuts," You said.

He laughed, "Well, I risked my life to get it back,"

Every sense of anger you had felt had disappeared; he had done something that was so out of his actions lately that it made you miss him.

"Thank you," You genuinely said.

He gave you a simple nod before you began eating. Conversations started after, talking about school.

"So, any boys, Y/n?" Euphemia asked as James dropped his fork on his plate, making a huge sound that caused you to look at him.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I am trying not to focus on that right now,"

"Except for Carrows," James muttered.

"Who's Carrows?" Euphemia asked, genuinely curious.

You took a bite of your carrot, "Um, well," You swallowed, "He's just a friend I have."

"I don't sit on my friend's laps," James scoffed, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, I don't call my friends sluts," You spat.

"James Fleamont Potter, what did you call her?" Euphemia added.

James ignored her, "Well, when your best friend is acting like one just because you don't fancy her, I think she deserves it,"

Mate-" Sirius chimed in, but you were faster.

"When have I ever fancied you?" You asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge.

"Y/n, you were practically obsessed with me," He ridiculed, "I couldn't get away from you, and the only time I could was when I dated Lily; it was the best months of my life," His face looked shocked after he said the last words.

You couldn't tell if he meant it, but it hurt you badly. All those years of friendship were fake; he couldn't tolerate you.

"That's enough!" Euphemia said; even Sirius was silent.

A tear ran down your cheek, "I'm actually not feeling well; I'm gonna go to bed." You said, placing your napkin on the plate in front of you.

You heard Euphemia berating James as you ran up to your room. In some ways, you didn't understand why James did everything he did if he hated you so much.

Why did he give you that gift? Why did he always call you and get mad when you didn't want to be his friend? Did you ever mean anything to James Potter?

And if you did, why did he have to ruin your birthday?

A/N: If you hated this, I apologize.

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[lixie-phoria]

[ 18.0 epiphany ] BETTER THAN REVENGE !

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warnings - a little suggestive

an - I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy it too 😋

"you seem distracted."

jeongin snaps from his daze, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to focus on your words.

"sorry," he mumbles sheepishly, sitting up straighter as he pulls his laptop closer to his face, purposely avoiding your eyes.

"are you sure you're okay? you've been acting weird all week."

he really wishes you wouldn't ask him that.

not when a) you're the reason he's been so out of it, and b) you've barely even seen him all week - too busy doing god knows what with yeonjun.

he shrugs, flashing you a small smile from across the table before bending over his laptop, reading the same one line from his notes over and over again.

but it was nearly impossible to concentrate when jeongin was uncomfortably aware of your shoes brushing against his under the table every time you moved or the way your perfume wafted towards him every time the breeze blew.

he was downright enraptured by the way your baby hair framed your face and the way one strap of your top was ever so slightly sliding down your shoulder and the way your lips would fall into a small pout every time you got stuck over a concept and the way your fingers would wrap around your coffee cup every few minutes to take a sip - pretty fingers he couldn't help but imagine wrapped around something else.

oh gods.

he was down so horrendously bad he wanted to face plant into a solid tree and hope for some sense to be knocked into him.

after his conversation with chan last week he had been so determined to prove he didn't like you that way. he only saw you as a friend.

he scoffed at the last thought. he had done nothing but prove himself wrong over the last week. he definitely did not think of you as a 'friend' the same way he thought of the others. and he wanted to jump off a cliff for letting it get this far.

he hadn't even anticipated actually falling for you when he first texted you. he had done it in the heat of the moment, and you had agreed, and he thought all his problems were solved. he did not, however, know what he would be getting himself into.

"ok innie you're worrying me now, what's up with you?"

the way you said innie. the way it rolled off your tongue so prettily, every syllable sending a torrent of butterflies in his stomach.

and the way your tongue flicked in your mouth every time you pronounced the nick name actually drove him crazy.

"jeongin!"

he nearly falls out of his chair as you snap your fingers, brows furrowed in worry.

"sorry you were saying?"

he sounds so shaken up he wants to bury himself alive and never have to face you again.

"you're worrying me jeongin. is something wrong?"

no. don't call me jeongin!

he shakes his head, giving you what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

"ah nothing, just a little worried about our test today."

the test. right. of course.

the test he was supposed to be revising for but could barely concentrate every time he came across a point you had specifically written for him to remember and his thoughts jumped to you and how concentrated you had looked when you explained it to him.

"oh," you shook your head a bit, and his soul nearly leaves his body when you place your hand reassuringly over his. "don't worry about that, I know you'll do well!"

his soul definitely leaves his body when you smile at him and your touch lingers for a bit as you pull your hand back.

"thanks," he tries saying, but his mouth is so dry when he notices you run your tongue over your lips.

and then you go back to studying, but his eyes dart to your collar bone, most of which is covered up by your top but he can see - very faintly - the hickey yeonjun had probably given you and his blood boils.

but it does help him ground himself.

you have a boyfriend. you're not even single. he should really just give up.

but he can't. not when you're so nice to him. not when he has to spend so much time with you. it's nearly impossible.

he watches - or rather stares - with lips slightly parted as you tilt your head to the side, oblivious to his gaze, tongue poking at one side of your cheek.

it takes him back to the night of jackson wang's party - you pushed up against him, your body fitting so perfectly in his arms, and the shiver that ran through you every time he leaned down to whisper something.

it takes him back to the day of the soccer match - how your ears had burned when you accepted his jersey, how it had fallen over your figure, and how his name and jersey number flashed proudly at the back.

fuck.

it hits him like an epiphany - chan had been right.

you definitely weren't just a friend.

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[lustfulslxt]

Hii! Would you be willing to write a part two of “polaroids” where matt finds another polaroid of the picture without her face showing and is like “damn chris shes hot” and he gets jealous and realizes hes in love with reader and asks her to be his gf and when she says yes he takes like a candid polaroid of them

Polaroid Pt. 2 - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : suggestive ?? mentions of sex and masturbation

Polaroid Pt. 1

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Chris’ POV

I was currently getting out of the shower, drying off when I heard the front door slam, indicating Matt and Nick were now home. They had just gone to the store, so I used the free time to get myself off.

I loved beating my dick to the polaroids of Y/N. She was so fine and yummy, she just looked so amazing all of the time. Sometimes I get hard at the simple thought of her. Thinking about her makes my stomach twist, an unusual feeling brewing inside of me.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I make my way back out to my bedroom. Without paying much attention, I head to my dresser to grab boxers.

“Who is this girl, Christopher?” Matt’s voice calls out, making me jump in fear because I hadn’t realized he was even in the room.

I look over and noticed he was going through the small stack of polaroids I had taken of Y/N. My eyes widened in panic, realizing that if he continued, he would come across some with her face revealed. I quickly ran over to him and snatched them up, holding them against me.

“Jesus kid! Chill out would you? She’s hot as fuck though, I’d smash.” He grins, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Can you fucking not? Why do you have to be weird as fuck about it?” I retort, now feeling quite a bit annoyed.

“What the fuck’s your problem? I thought you said you just got them with merch?” Matt asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I felt my ears getting hot, now being put on the spot. I wasn’t sure what to say, but it was clear that my previous explanation was a lie.

"I did. They came with my black playboy shirt." I continued the lie, hoping he would buy it.

"Then why are you getting so bent over them? So what I think she's sexy? You don't even know her." He says.

"She's mine!" I bite back, feeling even more frustrated with him.

"Chris, who is she really?" He asks again, staring at me expectantly.

As he just looks at me, waiting for an answer, I can't help but let my thoughts run. Why was I getting so mad over this? Sure, it's annoying, but it's more than that. The thought of anyone wanting Y/N made me sick to my stomach. I didn't want anyone to have her, I wanted her all to myself.

I want to be the one to make her smile. I want to be the one to get to listen to her laugh at all hours of the night. I want to be the one to buy her gifts and take her on dates. I want to be the one to make her cum and have her moaning my name. I want to be the one she loves, like she's the one I love.

That's when it dawned on me; I'm in love with her. I'm so mad about Matt being attracted to her because I'm jealous. I'm jealous because I'm in love with her.

"Hello? You've just had an epiphany." Matt states, waving his hand in front of my face.

"What?" I ask, confusion ridden in my entire facial expression.

"You just realized something. Don't even try to deny it, it's written all over your face. What is it?"

After a pause, I couldn't help the smile that turned my lips upright, "I'm in love."

-

It's been two days since I realized I was in love with Y/N, and she was currently on her way over right now. I was a little nervous if I was being honest. I planned on asking her to be my girlfriend today, I even got her flowers just for it.

Matt was able to pry out the truth from me, so he now knows about me and Y/N. He immediately stopped with the remarks towards the polaroids of her, and he promised to keep our secret. I didn't want anyone knowing anything yet, in case everything went sideways.

Part of me was terrified that she didn't feel the same way as me, but the other part was convinced she couldn't fake things between us. I just hope that part was correct.

A couple of soft knocks pulled me from my thoughts. As I looked up to my bedroom door, Y/N came walking in. She looked stunning. Even though she was in sweats and a hoodie, she still looked breathtaking, and I couldn't get enough of her.

I walked over to her, admiring the bright smile that rose to her lips. I sighed, pulling her into my arms and resting my cheek on her head. She immediately melted into my embrace, making me feel warm inside.

"Hi, love." She greets, her words muffled into my chest.

"Hey, princess." I respond, planting a small kiss on her head.

I knew it was about that time; I have to confess my feelings for her. It was making me so nervous; I could feel my heart beating slightly faster.

"I missed you." She said, breaking away from our hug, before standing on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss to my lips.

"I missed you more." I smile at her, before my eyes flicker to my dresser. "I, uh. I actually got you something."

"Oh really?" She questions, surprise evident on her face.

I nod, stepping around her and grabbing the bouquet of assorted flowers from the top of my dresser. I turn around with my hand held out, holding them in her direction. Her eyes widened as she took them in her hands.

"Thank you." She smiles, smelling them. "What are these for though?"

"About that.." I trailed off, now feeling more anxious than ever.

"What's up, love?" She asks, encouraging me to speak to her.

"Well, it's a funny story actually." I say, chuckling in an attempt to hide my nerves. "Well, you see, I'm in love with you."

When she stares at me with wide eyes, I swallow my pride and continue, "We've been messing around for a while now, but I've only just realized a few days ago that I don't want to just mess around. I want more with you, I want it all with you. And I never want to be without you. I don't mean to sound like a cornball, but it is what it is. I'm in love with you, kid."

By the time I finished talking, she had a wide smile plastered on her face. She placed the flowers back on my dresser, then swiftly pulled me into her as she pressed her lips onto mine.

My stomach fluttered with butterflies, finally fully accepting what was. We moved in perfect sync, nothing but love and passion between the both of us. We’ve kissed a million times, yet this was by far the best. It held everything in it.

She pulls away, her cheeks growing rosy as she bit her lip. “I was waiting for you to say that. Because I’m kind of like in love with you too.”

“Does this mean I can be your boyfriend then?” I ask her, a small smirk laying on my lips.

She shrugs, “I mean, I guess.”

Happy and joyous laughter escaped both of us as I pulled her into my arms. I couldn’t help but spin her around, incredibly eager to be able to call her mine. Once we pulled away from one another, she quickly grabbed the polaroid camera that was placed on my dresser beside the flowers.

“Shall we take a photo to replace the one in your wallet?” She asks, her lips holding a wide smile.

“I don’t know about replacing it, but we can definitely add to it.” I chuckle.

She grinned, hanging the camera to me. I pulled her into my side and brought her face to mine. As our lips met, she placed her hand on my face and I held the camera out and snapped a photo. The sound of the film printing rang through the air, yet she didn’t pull away. Instead, she deepened the kiss. After a long minute of passionately kissing, she pulls away yet kept her face right in front of mine.

“I do love you.” She whispers, as if to reassure me.

I give her a nod, the smile on my face unwavering. “I love you so much more.”

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a/n : not proofread! this was so sucky and short and rushed and i don’t like it.. but anyways, i hope you guys do lol! send in more reqs 🫶🏼 &&& don’t drag me into drama bc i hurt feelings over here 🥰

#lustfulslxt #joss speaks #sturniolo triplets #sturniolos #the sturniolos #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #imagine #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #polaroids #polaroid pt 2 #continued imagine #the sturniolo triplets #fluff #request #requests open

[vin-taege]

i love your shower hc! anddd could you do a fwb chishiya? ly <3

For Your Benefit

Summary: Chishiya is your friend with benefits, and he may or may not have feelings for you.

Genre: fluff, smut

Note: I'm so bad at writing no strings attached content jsjs

your relationship initially starts out as Chishiya thinking he could manipulate you and use you for later

what he doesn't know is you're thinking of the exact same thing 

you struck up a "companionship" with him because you knew his wit could get you far into games

and supposedly, when the time was right, you'd drop him and never look back

all your interactions since were full of friendly-ish arguments and nagging (mostly from your side)

you haven't exactly hit his soft spot yet but he was growing to long for your presence

after a huge argument imploded between you two, mainly because of differing strategies during an eight clubs game, that's when it started 

despite his sharp tongue and your headstrongness, you found yourselves making out in his hotel room

which is unarguably the best way to diffuse the fight altogether

it was about time for you to find a way to relieve stress too

notably, there wasn't much aftercare

man gave you a glass of water then went back to bed 

the morning after, you didn't really talk about it

he didn't bring it up and you figured you wouldn't either

save yourselves from the awkward talk, that type of thing 

then after another stressful game, it happened again 

you were scavenging for food in an abandoned shop while waiting for hatter's car to come back 

after feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned around only to find him staring at you blankly

the tips of his shoes were just about touching yours

then he pinned you to the shelf

since that incident, it was just another norm you've come to welcome in your "friendship"

expect an abundance of hungry kisses, a stark contrast to his calm demeanor 

he's surprisingly a giver, never neglecting foreplay 

he likes making you cum on his fingers at least once

generally loves seeing your thighs slicked up by your wetness 

doesn't get to eat you out much because of how frantic your fucking is

they're mostly quickies in empty hotel rooms, janitor closets, abandoned shops 

but when you finally get alone time thanks to the visa days you've saved up, his mouth never left your clit

you never left the bed that day, and half of the time, your legs were shaking

OH and he tries to be quiet as much as possible 

it's been your personal challenge to make a few moans slip from him

the best results were yielded from sloppy blowjobs and riding 

you've never seen his face when he cums

it's probably part of his ego thing to stay in control

either he buries his face in your neck or he finishes during doggystyle

over time though, you start to notice that he's slowly turning soft 

yippee, there's more than just a glass of water on your bedside table

there are also clean clothes now ! a pastry sometimes

he leaves a bath for you too

he just never cuddles

not yet 

he's also more protective of you, steering you away from Aguni and Niragi 

Kuina definitely knows what's up 

she gives you knowing looks but she doesn't say anything

you have a running joke now where she started leaving condoms around your hotel room

OK I JUST HAD ANOTHER EPIPHANY

chishiya definitely loves playing with your nipples

he likes how whiny and breathy you get

the sound of you alone makes his head swim

the first time you had slow sex was after you almost died in a seven of hearts game

some guy had wanted to sacrifice you and Chishiya tazered the shit out of him

when you went back to the Beach, he followed you into your room 

chishiya was kissing you gently, but you could feel his heart pounding in his chest

he took his time with you that night, trailing kisses all over your body and repeatedly asking if you were okay

it was early in the morning by the time you finished

you were doubly tired, but felt euphoric nonetheless 

and as you were falling asleep, you felt it

his arm wrapped around you uneasily

he was tense at first, then you shuffled a bit closer to him, a form of silent encouragement 

he held you tighter, pressing his chest against your back

and as you fell asleep you thought that maybe you could make something out of this after all

#alice in borderland imagines #aib headcanons #chishiya headcanons #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #aib imagines #imawa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland #chishiya imagine #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #asks #requested

[minhosimthings]

Blackberries

Synopsis: When Seungmin takes you to a cat cafe

Pairings: Bf!Seungmin × gn!reader

Warnings: when I say this is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

A/N: fullfiling @like-a-diamondinthesky 's fantasies and writing this because ✨ obviously ✨.

The skies and the clouds high up in the heavens reminded you of him. The sweet honey, harvested freshly from the buzzing bees at your mother's flower farm reminded you of him. Hell, even the flowers reminded you of him.

But there was nothing in this world that reminded you more of Seungmin than puppies.

The little critters playing in the windows of the adoption centres, with their tongues stuck out and their ears flailing away into eternity, it was almost as if Seungmin had beem one and had been turned into a human by some witch. Atleast that was Hyunjin's theory.

So when Seungmin had proposed, out of the blue, to go to a new cat cafe which had opened down the street, it was safe to say you were more confused than Newton when the apple hit his head.

"A cat cafe?" You questioned, raising a brow at Seungmin, who sat nonchalantly, solving a crossword puzzle in his magazine.

"You're literally suggesting that we go to a cat cafe?"

"Well unless you're hard of hearing-" Seungmin poked his cheek with his tongue, eyes not once faltering from the magazine, "yes. I want to go to a cat cafe."

"This is suspicious." You narrowed your eyes like a detective, playfully creeping upto him akin to a cat, and staring at him.

"Darling if you want to know whether or not I'm on drugs, don't worry, because I'm not." Seungmin chuckled, his gaze finally shifting to you. He brought his lips down to your forehead and gently pecked it, getting up afterwards and strolling down the hallway into your bedroom.

"Are you going to keep staring at me like that or are you going to get ready, darling?" Seungmin cracked a small smile to your figure lying on the couch trying to figure out why exactly a puppy was being interested by cats.

"Y-yeah I'll get ready." You sauntered off the couch, your mind still unable to wrap itself around Seungmin's sudden epiphany.

Seungmin never had an eye for cats much. Or any feline really. He even had proof, videos on top of videos of him bickering with the biggest cat in his life, Minho.

But something about you, the way you adored them, bending down hurriedly to run your fingers through their beautiful coats whenever you'd see a stray one, it warmed his heart more than any fire in this world could.

And you never failed to bring up cats in any and every conversation.

Whether it was failing to ice skate in the winters, "Seungmin this snowflake looks like a cat!"

Or gulping down wine after a long day, "this wine smells like my sister's cat."

Or even hanging up fairy lights, "You know what would be a good investment?" You'd say, admiring all of the pretty sparkling lights, "Cat shaped lights, just imagine the-" you wouldn't get to finish the sentence however, before Seungmin pressed his lips to yours, unable to control himself over your adorable mouth.

"Well howdy beautiful." Seungmin leaned against the the door, eyes full of his fast beating heart. "Please tell me you're not thinking of a cowboy job now." You laughed, finishing the last touches of your hair, and striding over to him.

"I think I'd look pretty good in a hat, don't you?" He joked, wrapping an arm around your waist as you locked the door to your house and hid the key somewhere no one would find it.

"Nuh uh, you're not walking on that side of the road darling." Seungmin spun you on your heel, placing himself on the side nearer to the traffic ridden road. "Aww you care about me?" You giggled, ruffling Seungmin's already messy hair again.

Seungmin was intoxicated by you. The way the moonlight fell on your eyes, the way your perfume perfectly mixed with the sweet scent of the evening dew, the melodious way your voice would harmonise with the songs of the night birds. Seungmin had always heard about the notion that a healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves. And Seungmin was convinced that meeting you made the personalities he had often hidden away, shine. You loved every version of him, every universe in which he existed. And he couldn't have been more thankful of that.

"So this is what a cat cafe looks like huh?" You stared in awe at the all the balls of furs playing with their tails on the floor.

"Im glad you like it." Seungmin pressed a feathery kiss to the side of your head, "Should we find a table then?"

Walking throught the warm carpeted floor, with hundreds of cats following your tail, you sat down by a table at the window, where a tiny black kitten slept, its mouth drawling across its face and it's tiny paws stretched out.

"It's so adorable." You scrunched your hands together, too overcome with cuteness agression.

"Hey there!" A cheery voice sounded in your ear, "What can I get both of you?"

After placing your orders and learning that the cat cafe was set up by its owner to double as an adoption centre, Seungmin picked the tiny black kitten into his hands. He was gentle with the creature, carefully adjusting it to his grasp.

"I wonder what its name is." Seungmin thought out loud, his eyes widened at the sight of the kitten blinking up at him with its tiny pupils.

"The waitress said they didn't have names." You hummed, stroking a lazy Scottish Fold in your arms. You saw Seungmin's face visibly drop at your words, his eyes going back to the kitten.

"Thunderbolt?" He chuckled, stroking the mangled coat of the kitten with his ring finger, "That would be a pretty name."

"Seungmin it's a cat, not a rock band." You giggled, your heart melting as the kitten let out a small but audible meow.

"Hmm Blackberry then." Seungmin smiled up at you with his teeth on display, "You love blackberries." "Well that I do." The cat on your lap shifted a bit as you ran your hands through its silky coat, "But tell me one thing; are you honestly thinking about adopting that tiny little kitten?"

Seungmin's eyes looked up at yours, cocking a brow. "Why? Have you not been wanting one for a long time?"

"You hate cats." "I don't hate them."

Seungmin argued back, carefully setting the kitten back on the table where it stood on its four paws and yawned with it's adorable mouth opening to show its barely growing fangs.

"You really want to adopt it?" You asked, your eyes filling with tears for some reason, "Really Minnie?"

"Hey hey don't cry." Seungmin cooed at you, caressing your cheeks with his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

You didn't know whether it was the sweet atmosphere of the cafe, or maybe it was just you, but your heart melted like snow on the first spring day, feeling Seungmin embrace you in his arms.

He was a cornucopia, a mystery, a puzzle that you would have to take hours to solve. But he was your mystery, and he always made sure you knew that, whether it was surprising you with dates to unlikely places, or even naming a kitten 'Blackberry'.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"Meow."

Your eyes shifted to the tiny kitten looking up at you with confusion, making you giggle.

"Let's not argue about who loves whom most in front of our child shall we?"

"He's our child now is he?" Seungmin pressed his nose to yours, sinking the stars in his eyes into your being.

"Yep." You let out a laugh, not being able to say anything more, and sinking into Seungmin's warm comforting love, knowing that he won't ever let go, until the stars rain down from the heavens.

#seungmin imagines #stray kids seungmin #kim seungmin fluff #seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagines #kim seungmin oneshot #kim seungmin #seungmin fluff #kim Seungmin fluff imagines #skz seungmin #skz #skz × reader #skz fluff imagines #skz fluff headcannons #skz fluff #stray kids fluff imagines #stray kids fluff headcannons #stray kids fluff #kim Seungmin × reader #seungmin fluff imagines #seungmin hurt comfort #skz hurt/comfort #skz hurt comfort #stray kids hurt/comfort #bye bye now

[glowing-gold]

This could be absolutely nothing. But I was listening to New (2013) today and wanted to discuss how I think the title track could be (emphasis on could) interpreted as a song about Paul's relationship with John and his recent reframe of it.

Let's take a look.

The first lyrics that hit you over the head as an obvious reference to John are:

You came along And made my life a song One lucky day You came along

This one is pretty self explanatory. How many times has Paul talked about how his life started when he met John? At one point he described meeting John as a "full stop". He recently referred to John as the most influential person in his entire life. Side note: I just weep at the line "you came along and made my life a song." PLEASE how romantic is that? I cry.

Just in time When I was searching for a rhyme You came along Then we were new

Paul met John just after his mother died, when the world was a cruel and scary place to be. Enter: John, the cool teddy boy who loved music with the same pathological fervor as him. The first and only other person he'd met in his short life who also wrote songs. Suddenly, they had each other, he found his counterpart: they were new. He's letting us know, here, in this verse, he's talking about John.

Don't look at me I can't deny the truth It's plain to see Don't look at me

Paul is feeling vulnerable, exposed! I take this one of two ways. It could be interpreted as, his singing to John, admitting his shyness, his vulnerability about how he feels. Or it could be interpreted as him singing to the listener, telling us "look away" from his most private feelings and truth. It's scary to be vulnerable! And now? He can't deny the truth any longer. Now, to him, it's so painfully clear to see what was there all along: Love. Ahhhh! Paul? Express himself??? He's SCARED okay??? (I tend to the latter).

All my life I never knew what I could be What I could do Then we were new

To me, Paul is saying: "my whole life I didn't really know how to interpret my relationship with John, but once I finally understood what it was (a love story), the idea of us became new again". He's exploring the freedom in this new understanding, the vastness of possibility. He can look back in his own memory through a new lens.

We can do what we want We can live as we choose You see there is no guarantee We've got nothing to lose

Now, Paul is saying: "Life is short! Live your truth, do everything you want to do, say what you want to say now before it's too late. There's no guarantee, you could lose the love of your life in the blink of an eye before you ever get the chance to understand that's what he was."

It's in line with the sermon he gives every night before 'Here Today.'

Anyway, this could be nothing, but I had this epiphany on the elliptical today and wanted to write down my thoughts and share them with you.

The best part about art is that it can be interpreted in many, many ways. This is just one.

#the beatles #mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #New #now and then #for you were in my song

[texasbama]

don't know why I decided to throw this together but here it is anyway lol

under the cut, I collected little snippets from the recent Ryan interviews that were just...*chefs kiss*

because as much as we claim to love Eddie Diaz and the Buck/Eddie dynamic? Ryan loves them even more and I could listen to him talk about these characters all day

As far as [Eddie's] sexuality, I think it's pretty clear that he's tried to fill in this motherly, this wife type role—that's all he knows," Guzman explained. "And he's a man [that] first off, he's Catholic. Second off, he's from the military. So those are very straight-edge kind of lifestyles that don't offer too much of exploring. But through the 118, he's had this epiphany each year, like, 'Well, maybe I don't know as much as I thought I did. And maybe I should be exploring a little bit more and maybe I should understand myself a little bit more and even seek a therapist,' which is something new for Eddie. So I feel the representation is reflective of the inclusivity that Ryan Murphy's show likes to have and Tim Minear likes to write. (source)

I think the ultimate goal was to show that the connection between Buck and Eddie will remain, and that is going to be stronger than ever...Because now we’ve unveiled this new vulnerable side of Buck, and last season we got to unveil this new vulnerable side of Eddie. So the connection is just that much more simpatico. (source)

So it doesn't matter what he said at that moment. Eddie was going to be there for Buck. And it just happens to be something Eddie had never even thought of. So the initial reaction towards Buck is that of where did this just come from? I didn't even see this. And then the next reaction is, oh, my friend just did something extremely brave. I need to give him all the comfort and safety to know that he can do this for however long he wants to do this. Share with me, come to me. Which I think shows how amazing their friendship is. The whole process, I think, for Eddie is just welcoming Buck into his new obstacles. (source)

And the way Eddie navigates that is just kind of a no, that's just who he is. And nothing ruffles my feathers. Even if you break my ankle or maim me, it's fine. That's who he is, and I love him either way. And there's no competition for Eddie. Watching Buck trying to compare himself to so many people rather than just seeing how special he is. And that's a lot of the messages that Eddie's been giving Buck.He's like, 'No, man. You are an incredible individual. You're worth all the love in the world. And you need to stop doing certain things. And I'm not going to tell you how to do what you got to do for your life, but allow yourself to be great.' And I think that's the evolution of this relationship. It's just kind of being there for each other and allowing each other to feel vulnerable and work with each other. (source)

I think this idealization of replacing Shannon has really stagnated his relationships. So, him giving himself the opportunity to kind of step back and understand that a little bit more before he moves in with another individual and starts the whole process all over again, is a sense of growth for Eddie, and I'm here for it. Because he needs it (source)

#don't know why i did this but just reading through ryan's interviews had me so emotional and im so glad he can speak again #911 #s7 promo #babycakes

[raribella]

Epiphany | CL16

Summary: Based on Epiphany by Taylor Swift (if you want to listen while reading it would add a nice gloom). Charles Leclerc's girlfriend works for the Ferrari F1 Team and faces the other end of having a driver boyfriend in motorsport after he gets in a horrific crash.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Genre: angst, fluff in the end if you squint.

Involves: A car accident, descriptions of injury, descriptions of a panic attack, crying, fainting, mentions of medical urgency and care, motorsport terms, hospital, blood.

Word count: 2,2k

This is a work of fiction. Any celebrity mentioned does not behave as written and I do not know them in real life. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

As this is placed in the Formula 1 universe, this does not refer to any real race, event or tragedy, nor do I want any incidents to happen in real life.

Her laugh echoed in his head along with the loud, piercing "beep" coming from his ears, every race y/n would knock on his helmet, asking for him to keep it safe. The team hadn't locked the Hans device to his helmet before the race, and his neck went way forward with the collision - but it wasn't the worst thing caused by it. The crimson F1-75 was slammed against the wall, the front wing was absolutely scrunched and missing some scattered pieces along the track. It was a red flag. The whole paddock went silent. His thigh was making him want to grunt in pain, but he couldn't make himself turn on his radio mic and voice what had happened, his vision was a bit blurry and he didn't want to make the injury real by saying it out loud.

Y/n felt paralyzed. Her whole body felt cold on the inside and it felt like her throat was slowly parting. She looked slowly at some engineers at the Ferrari pit wall and Binotto was already looking at her, half apologetically, half giving her permission to leave her work. Being a strategic engineer for the Ferrari team while dating their main driver felt like a dream until about a minute ago. While running rapidly in the track limits, she didn't realize what she was doing until some volunteers and the medical team stopped her, not far from the car. Her legs were now hot and her feet burning a little, she was panting, the huffs of air causing tiny vapor clouds to leave her mouth.

"Ma'am, please calm down, will you be the one accompanying him to the hospital?" Y/n listened to the question, her brain took some time to put the words together coherently, and she couldn't really answer anything right now. "I- I... I don't know, I need to see him," there it was, the ripping throat. It kind of burned. Her voice was heavy and breaking. "please."

An old lady was on his left, wearing the same red cross printed under the neon vest. She seemed a little more emphatic and put her arm around the distressed girl to take her closer. It wasn't right, what she was doing. But there was too much panic in her eyes for her to be able to proceed whithout seeing Charles.

Y/n was still a couple feet away from the car when the lady stopped her. The team was preparing to take the driver out of his seat via airlift, he had passed out. She frowned a little. Her eyes kept traveling fast through the whole scene; some people were already taking tiny pieces from the track, the medical car was stopped close by, already opened, the front wing was scrunched against the wall, and... his legs were accommodated by the front wing, there was too much of the car into the wall, what had happened? Her gaze flew over in his direction again, and, there was a vivid red by his thighs, staining the suit. Her breath started to feel and sound too fast, and that one old lady was already prompting her arms out in order to distance her again. Y/n turned to that first man from before "Si- Sir, I think he's bleeding out" Her eyes were completely wide, paralyzation hitting her again as she was basically being pushed to the side of the medical car. While the man lingered a firm gaze with her for a while, she tried to plea with a look. She couldn't cause any more fuss or delay Charles from getting the needed attention. The reality was suddenly hitting her too loudly, everyone was still there, everything was still expectantly quiet, attentive eyes, curious mouths, and a bunch of cameras filled the paddock. There was a whole Grand Prix taking place, this was her job as well, no place no scream or cry, even though she desperately needed to.

After that, everything seemed to go by in some sort of haze. Her mouth agape in a slight "o" while the driver - boyfriend - was taken out and put in a rescue board, everything happening too slowly inside her head. Y/n bit her whole lower lip in an attempt to keep tears at bay. It took a while to notice the man inside the medical car signaling with his hand for her to enter. After blinking her eyes strongly and shaking her head, in an attempt to clear both her thoughts and her vision of the whole scene going by, she went inside.

Though she was relieved she could be with Charles at that moment, by his side while he got medical attention, y/n thought she was internally falling down at the side of the man laid down, slowly breathing in and out, while a limited, few-people team was taking emergency care of him. His thigh was, indeed, bleeding, since there was a piece of the car that cut his skin in a deep flesh wound after being creased from the inside. One young lady in the car was setting some IV up but had her attention on the way y/n held Charles' hand through her safety latex gloves - med school did not ever cover being apathetic to the expression of fear in someone's face like that; the raw feeling of the woman on the other side of the car, making her reflect on how was the couple's life.

"Doc, I think he... How can we avoid more blood loss? I'm afraid he could crash out." She tried to say it calmly, in a low voice - if the woman couldn't possibly avoid for y/n to hear the team handling the trauma, she wanted to at least keep her from being startled. Y/n looked to her right, the man who was avoiding her to come closer before was in fact the doctor operating most of the damage control they could before getting to the hospital. Her eyes kept going wide, she looked from the man to the injury and avoided it turning her gaze to the door, she sniffed, hoping they could arrive soon.

Charles' situation was not bad after all, the surroundings after the crash, the dust, the unconsciousness, and the blood might have scared everyone along with the memory and the knowledge of how crashes can be dangerous in the fastest modality of motorsport. He needed a CT scan on account of the fainting, and after having his thigh cleansed and stitched, he was in a private room with his left leg up and a cervical collar, with the promise that Binotto would arrive as soon as possible after the race.

Y/n's scare, however, was barely minimized; although she had the news that all the procedures went fine and Charles himself was not further harmed, she had yet to get to see him awake. With only 20 minutes of her own body shutting down into some sleep after she was sent with him to a room, she dreamt of seeing his eyes, his smile, or even listening to his voice, though only in a bare grunt, thirsty for water - that, and only that, would give her the glimpse of relief she needed to end that day, to compensate, make sense of everything she saw, from the car starting to fail on a tiny screen to an unconscious injured boyfriend being carried around.

She was warned about the pain-meds Charles had taken before, and the scary IV was still there by his side, but still, y/n couldn't take her body away from the hospital bed, watching him closely, drawing every detail in her mind. She had decided to get away from the phone as soon as the important information was sent to those who mattered, desperately needing to get away from the drama.

Minutes after, when her chin was rested on the bed and her eyes were starting to give up on the promise of being there when he woke up, needing to surrender in rest after the agitated day, y/n felt a hand caressing her hair ever so slightly. Energy jolted back to her veins and she looked up quickly to find his semi-open eyes, that blue and green mixture barely visible yet and a weak smile forming on his lips. She giggled, reaching some sort of high before actually getting up and helping Charles to a sip of water.

"Sorry for the scare, little one" it came a little raspy, but she couldn't help letting out a huge sigh, and while her body relaxed, a natural "I love you" left her lips without any supervision. "What are you feeling?" she was worried about making him think or talk too much and had the knowledge that he needed to rest, but he was there, and she just couldn't help herself. "I'm... well, good, thinking of the circumstances, thinking a lot about what this means to the championship, though... It was an ugly crash and I got a DNF-" He stopped when seeing her expression, it seemed all involuntary, but she was frowning and lightly shaking her head "Okay, no, I'm sorry we're not gonna- we won't talk about the accident." He had fallen used to be very technical in conversations, mainly from interviews after races, but he knew y/n wasn't being technical and was probably overstressed to have witnessed the crash. He wasn't feeling all good about it himself, he got scared, but it was his job - to be there taking the high-speed risk.

"I asked Pierre to bring your favorite blanket," She said, chuckling through her nose a little. "the blankets here suck, and I thought you'd like it when you woke up..." She sighed again, it would probably not be the last time, she needed to let the fear out of her system and she was also too relieved for him to be there. "He's coming with Binotto after the race, but we'll need it back at home, so I need you to get up and going, okay?" They both smiled with the optimistic plea.

Y/n took a sip of water herself, before getting him some more. Processing the shock and the fear and the tears were no good, and now that they were subsiding, it left room for her mind to go back to the workplace and bring a little anxiety. She should be analyzing if there was something wrong with the car if it was a mistake or mainly if someone else had hit him, but she knew the team was making a good job at that. Charles reached his hand to her leg when he noticed it was bouncing. "You know, the painkillers are working fine, but having this beau in front of me is probably making it all even better." He stated in a foolish way of getting her in the moment again.

She laughed soundly. Thank God. Y/n placed both hands over his, caressing it a bit. "You're on morphine, amore. But thanks for the generous compliment. I probably look a mess..." Another sigh, they were both smiling now, exchanging glances.

They still probably had a while before everyone arrived, and Charles probably needed to sleep, but he refused to waste this moment with y/n, he refused not to show her that he was here and he was fine. He would hopefully be with her for a long time still; 3 summers was already feeling like so little when weighed out with how much they have lived together. Some would say that it took a scare in life for you to realize you need to take some things a step further, and, though he was basically on drugs right now, the ferrari driver wouldn't deny giving your future some thought.

"You scared me so bad... what would I do without you," she vented, at last getting rid of the final bad thoughts, clueless to the ones on his mind until the last bit, when they seemed to have gotten in sync. "I would not be alright, you know, I can't imagine a life without you." Charles shook any decisions off, sticking to the simple for now. "When I get out of here we're gonna do everything, we're gonna go for a walk, see the stars, and I'm gonna hold your hand... like this. We'll go to the little market you like, and buy something silly. I'll get you pain au chocolat from that little shop down there, and we could sit on the benches outside while we watch the fountain... people going by... and I'm gonna kiss you like I kissed you on our birthday."

She smiled, relaxed. At that moment y/n wanted to daydream with him for the rest of the day. "And where are you going to get the time to do all that, stronzo?" Another round of chuckles filled the room at the sound of his loud "I will!". "Yeah, but you need to rest, okay?" she offered, and he was about to insist for a while, but the girl beat him to it "I'll be right here, trust me I'll not leave your side. They would have to drag me away from your bed like in the movies." With that, and another wave of medicine effects hitting him, Charles relaxed offering her a last smile before closing his eyes again, and right there some sort of epiphany hit y/n about the essential meaning of it all. Him, being there, and the love they shared and the fun they had sharing jobs in the same universe. Just the sense of relief she needed before dozing off again, even if only for another twenty minutes, before everyone else arrived.

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[elliebarker]

what if lifeguard ellie! and reader are dating and r does a prank on her and makes her think shes drowning

HAHAHA LMAOOOOO this made me giggle out loud

lifeguard!gf!ellie just looooooves pushing you into the water. and you absolutely hate it. so, in order to get payback, you decided to put her to work.

the storage closet door slammed closed and ellie's keys fumbled in and out of the knob, locking it.

"babe," she said, noticing you standing right next to the edge of the pool, i swear she sets me up for these! she thought, "ready to go," she calmly said whilst smirking up at you. you nodded, smiled, as she walked over. "cm're" she said, grabbing you by the waist, and pulling you into a kiss.

"ellieee..." you said, slightly embarrassed, her action coming out of nowhere and throwing you off a bit. that was until you did exactly what you expected to do. "AH!" you let out a little scream as her hands went from your waist to your stomach, pushing you into the deep end of the pool. and unlike the last 4 times, you didn't rust to get back up to the surface. putting on quite the persuading act, so you thought, that you had drowned. ellie had just dusted off her hands, proud of her work, to see- rather to not see you gasping for air, when all hell broke loose. she couldn't lose you, she couldn't. not only could she not lose you, but she also could not lose you at her own hands. she dove in extremely fast and immediately went to grab your body and rush you back to the surface. by this time you were having too much fun, and you wanted to keep the bit going, like those girls who call their friends saying their dead just to get their reactions.

"wake up, love, please." you could hear the cracks in her voice, she was trying not to cry, trying to hold it together for you. she then went to do the one thing lifeguard training had made her learn. cpr. she went to tilt your head and pinch your nose so she could breathe into your-

"ouch!" you squealed, all high-pitched. "let go of my nose els!" trying to get out from under her grasp, simultaneously laughing at her look of epiphany.

"you- you fucking asshole!" she punched your arm as you started to laugh non-stop. "i-i thought i lost you." she stuttered over her words, yes she was mad, but she was just so goddamn relieved you were okay she could barely stay mad. "don't," she said, beginning to laugh herself, "do that, again, please."

"as long as you don't push me in again," you said, grabbing a towel to dry the both of you off, then grabbing your bag to finally head out, "no promises."

an: this was actually so adorable and fun to write tysm anonie!! i've teased you guys long enough, i'm done with my anxiety, i'm releasing my full lifeguard!ellie fic tomorrow. bring your popcorn. i worked really hard on it and even though you guys don't know it, all of your reblogs and likes and comments mean the world to me so make sure that if you liked my fic(s) to reblog, comment, etc to not only boost my page to other ellie enjoyers but to let me now whether or not you like it!! thank you guys sm! ily <3

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[babygirl-diaz]

Unspoken Heartache

((Took a break from my TommyBuckEddie fic to write this little angsty thing))

***

Eddie knocked on the door and waited patiently outside for Buck to answer it. When he did, the look on Buck’s face broke Eddie’s heart even more. He looked pissed like he was ready to slam the door right on his face. “What do you want?” 

“Can I come in?” Eddie asked, shifting his weight from one foot to another. 

Buck looked determined not to move but then he let out a breath and stepped aside to let Eddie into his apartment. 

Eddie stopped by the kitchen and looked around like he had never been there, despite being there a thousand times before. 

“What do you want, Eddie? I have things to do,” Buck sounded exasperated. 

Eddie dared to turn around and look at him. “I’m sorry,” he let the words hang in the air. 

Buck’s features visibly softened but then he went stoic again. “For what? Being a homophobe?” 

The accusation hit Eddie in the face like a hard slap. “That’s not- I wasn’t-” He released a shattered breath. “-I wasn’t being a homophobe, Buck.” 

“Oh yeah?” Buck crossed his arms. “Is there another reason you have been acting like an asshole since finding out that Tommy and I are dating?” 

Yes! Eddie wanted to scream. But the truth was that he had just had that certain epiphany and he didn’t know what to make of it. “I was being a jerk because I had something else going on and I took it out on you.” 

“And what would that be?” Buck sounded less than convinced. 

“Marisol and I broke up,” Eddie hung his head dejectedly and looked down at his shoes. 

“Oh.” Buck’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry to hear that. But Eddie, that has nothing to do with Tommy and I.” 

Eddie wanted to tell him it had everything to do with him but refrained again. “I know. That’s why I’m here. I guess, I was just a little jealous. You and Tommy are these two great guys who have found their way to each other and I just- I envy that.” 

Buck finally sighed and stepped closer to Eddie. “That’s how I felt seeing you and Tommy together last week.” 

Eddie put a hand on Buck’s shoulder and took it as a win when Buck didn’t shove it away. “I am here for you, Buck. For both of you,” his voice trembled just a little as he said that and forced out a smile. “I was a jerk but I’ll try to be better. Do better. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.” 

Buck put a hand on Eddie’s and smiled at him. “You’re not going to lose me. I think you and I are stuck together for life.” 

Eddie’s heart tugged at that and he tried to hold back a sob. “I think we are.” 

“But I want you to know that Tommy and I have something special. He’s this amazing guy who is sweet and gentle-” 

Eddie zoned out on whatever Buck said next but he kept nodding his head. He didn’t want to hear how amazing a guy Tommy was because he knew that already. He also knows how amazing a guy Buck is too and that’s why they deserve each other. They probably even complete each other with the way Buck was smiling and talking about him. 

“Do you wanna stick around? We can have a beer,” Buck suggested, bringing Eddie out of his thoughts. 

“As much as I would love that, I need to get home and relieve Carla of her duties,” Eddie replied. “Raincheck?” 

“Sure,” Buck offered him another smile. 

Without really thinking about it, Eddie pulled Buck in for a hug. He closed his eyes and just took in this moment. He was sure that hugs would become rare now that Buck and Tommy were together, so he wanted to savor the moment. 

Buck let out a soft laugh and hugged him back. “We haven’t hugged like this in years.” 

Eddie pulled away and refused to look at Buck. “I’ll see you around,” He didn’t even stop to hear Buck’s response and left his place like he was rushing out of a burning building, which was ironic. He didn’t know how he even got to his truck but once he was inside, he let out some deep breaths as he held the steering wheel in a tight grip. And then he was driving. His eyes were already fogged up with tears but he didn’t stop. 

Eddie didn’t go home, though, like he told Buck he would. He instead kept driving until he reached the one place where he found some peace. The same place he visited 5 years ago the day Shannon died. He parked and got out of his truck. The sand beneath his sneakers felt like it was pulling him and he wished it would. The sounds of the wave crashing on the shore resembled the turmoil he felt in his own heart. Without caring who saw him, he collapsed on his knees and let out a loud pained sob. And once the floodgates opened, everything inside him twisted in knots and he cried his heart out. He let out loud choked sounds and buried his face in his hands. 

Eddie felt a ghost of a hand on his shoulder and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was. “I love him,” he cried out, leaning back against Shannon’s chest. “I love him and I lost him.” 

Shannon cradled Eddie’s head and whispered, “Shhh… I got you. I got you.” 

“You’re not even real,” he told her, his voice accusatory. 

“But I’m always here for you, nonetheless,” Shannon told him. “Why didn’t you tell him that you loved him?” 

“I couldn’t,” Eddie said in between his sobs. “He’s just so happy with Tommy. I don’t want to ruin that.” 

“You’re going to have to do something,” Shannon told him. “Also, to be fair, I always knew you were into men.” 

Eddie finally looked up at her. Her angelic face came into view and she was smiling like she always was. “How?” 

“Well, I don’t think it matters to you what their gender is. You need to feel a connection here,” she pointed at his heart. “Why do you think it always felt so wrong with Marisol and Ana?” 

“I thought I was just missing you,” Eddie admitted. 

“Nope,” she pursed her lips and shook her head. “It’s because you didn’t feel that connection with them. Not the way you feel it with Buck. Not the way you felt it with me.” 

“I miss you,” Eddie admitted. 

“I know. But I am always here with you,” Shannon shrugged. 

Eddie didn’t realize when he had stopped crying. He looked out at the beach and suddenly something flew out in front of him and his eyebrows furrowed as he picked it up. It was a drawing of two teenage girls with the words “BFFs 4eva!” written on it. 

“Oh thank god! I thought I lost it!” 

Eddie looked up to find a woman, probably in her 30s, standing in front of him. He looked between the drawing in his hand and the woman and realized that it was one of them. “I take it, this belongs to you?” 

“Yeah, I was writing in my journal and the dang thing just flew off!” The woman laughed but then something akin to concern etched across her face. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Eddie replied and realized that he meant it. “Here,” he gave her drawing back. 

“Thank you,” said the woman before walking away. 

“I know what I have to do,” Eddie said looking over his shoulder but there was no one there. But it didn’t matter. Because he knew what he had to do. 

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[thecameronchronicles]

Bad Girls Go To Mister Cameron

TW: age gap (reader is above eighteen). Smut. Language. Praise kink. Cheating. 

SUMMARY: Ward's punishment for your bratty behavior has you coming undone...

WORD COUNT: 1500

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hey so I wasn’t sure if you took requests this isn’t really one unless you say you do! Are you able to write some more ward Cameron smut?? S3 him was the bomb 🤤

Bad Girls Go to Mister Cameron

His eyes were always focused on you. Beneath his shades. Across any dinner you were invited to. But he always did so to where his daughter or wife didn't notice the way his gaze descended on you. The way you smirked when feeling him focus on you. The way you wore a bikini in his favorite color to torture him for keeping your trysts so far apart. But this was a new testament as he adored Rose as if you were nothing more than Sarah's friend she met at college last year. And you decided it was time for revenge. Too many times you behaved all to be a lady in waiting. But you were far from helpless and you would remind him of such things…

"Rafe? Can you help me?" 

"Y-yeah..." You offered the suntan lotion as he lathered up your skin as you rolled and moaned against his touch. An obvious erection against you as you turned over your shoulder. 

"That feels good..." 

"Yeah?" He asked with a scoff. 

"You know how to use it?" You questioned as he nodded, your fingers interlaced with his before you led him into his father's shed. It was the first place you shared a moment with his father and it would be that much sweeter to taint it with this new touch. 

Rafe followed behind you, kissing you slowly before immediately pawing your breast. Cursing at how you fit perfectly in his hand, you noticed the shift at the window beside you. As expected, Ward was there. Peering. 

"I want your mouth on me..." 

Rafe lifted you onto the counter, untying the bottoms of your suit and tossing the wet fabric to the floor. 

"Shit...all for me?" Even if you answered for him, your eyes met with Ward. 

"All for you." You spoke slowly, mouth pulled wide to Rafe's tongue as you didn't have to force the pleasure he created within you. For a moment, you forgot your motivations as he reached for your nipple. Twisting and pulling as you moaned. 

"You make me wanna come..."

"Then come..." He breathed between laps as you rode into his tongue, a smirk felt every so often as you ran fingers through his new buzzed hair. 

"I'm gonna-"

"Rafe!" Ward's voice acted distant. "I need you to finish the burgers." 

"You have to be joking-" he groaned. "This is bullshit..." He rose to his feet before you took hold of his arms. 

"I'll ride you if you stay..." 

"Get the fuck over here..." He worked his trunks and positioned you into a straddle before he was called again. 

"Come on, son-"

"I'm trying..." You chuckled. 

"Just give me ten minutes?"

"Rafe..."

"I'll make you come three times at least...please...just...shit...I don't want to deal with hearing about it-"

"Five minutes and I start without you...." He groaned, turning back as your fingers teased your clit. 

"Three but don't come unless I'm watching." You nodded as he shared a conversation with his father before you were now alone with him. 

"My office. Now." 

You bit your bottom lip. This was what you had been waiting for...

The door closed behind you as you feigned interest in the books on the shelf across from him. 

"I don't like when you act like that..."

"How is it any different than you with your wife?"

"We've talked about this..."

"Rafe's hot...and he can keep up with me...oh my God...and his mouth-" Suddenly Ward was in front of you. 

"You stay away from my son if you know what's good for you. Trust me."

"Why? He felt so good. Makes me want to come now even thinking about it..." This seemed to give Ward an epiphany. 

"Sit." You obeyed, basking in this game. 

"Show me." You were dripping with need, parting your legs for him and retired to this forbidden space stained from prior rendezvous. 

"Wider." You obliged as he sat between your legs as your soles rested on the coffee table supporting him. 

"You shouldn't be able to feel good right now...but I'm so fucking hard, I have to hear you moan for me..."

"But mister Cameron..." You whined. "I'm not doing it for you...I want Rafe to hear me...he's the one who lets me touch him...bet he'd have fucked me in the pool if I asked him-"

"Stop-" he took your hand. 

"Come here." He forced you to your knees. "Give me a reason to keep from punishing you..." To this, you unzipped his shorts and removed his belt. 

"You see that, sweetheart? I've behaved myself all week...so you're going to take care of me...Be a good girl." Your eyes rolled in pleasure as you took him slow but deep, exactly as he liked it. It took only a second before he breathed your name as you found your pace. His hand gripping your hair and leading you as he saw fit as you simply opened your mouth and let him glide against your tongue. Hollow cheeks suctioning him to his edge. 

"You wanted to ride a Cameron cock?" You nodded. "You only ride mine." You were suddenly taken over his lap and thrust into. 

"You make one fucking sound and you get left here tied so you can't make anymore messes down your thighs...those messes are for me." He took hold of the back of your neck. "Say it so I know you heard me."

"You."

"You what?" 

"You, mister Cameron!"

"Good girl. Now earn my forgiveness, sweetheart. Make me come..." He set himself into a recline for observation as you took him hard. His cock stretched you wide as your breasts were erratic and unbridled. He hated this. He gripped the fabric over your breast before tearing it apart, your nipples teased by his teeth. 

"You want to moan?" You nodded as he wrapped a hand over your mouth. 

"Scream as loud as you want while you can..." You clutched onto his hand and screamed his name and your pleas. 

Harder. Faster. I'm gonna come. 

Suddenly he stilled. 

"Don't move. You rub that little clit and I wanna feel you come over my cock...right now...show me you can listen and be a good girl..." You began rubbing that sensitive bud. 

"Faster." 

"Ah!!!" You moaned behind a clenched jaw as he toyed with your nipples. Pulling and stretching them. 

"You are such a little brat, but I will teach you your lesson..." 

"I'm..."

"I know, I can feel you fucking pulsing...let me have it..." Your body unleashed over him as he gripped harshly into your hips. 

"If I could have it my way, I'd have my fingers inside of you at every fucking meal, licking you off of me after you come…"

"Yes..."

"Next time you want to play a game with me...you won't come...do you understand?" You nodded. " But because you've been such a good girl...I'll let you."

"Thank you "

"Such nice manners." He kissed your lips as you finished shattering for him. 

"Now make me come...I want you dripping in my pool..." Your eyes rolled as your nails dug into the couch behind him. You rode him to his edge, an almost annoying stamina, before you called out desperately in his name. 

"Twice? Still don't think I can keep up?" He taunted. 

"Fuck!" 

"Dirty girl..." 

"Yours." You validated as he spilled himself into you, a final rocking of your hips doing him over as he lifted you off of him. 

"Don't even think about showering until later. I want you dripping with me all day." He winked as you moved from the office, stilling in place. 

"Didn't peg you for a sugar baby..." JJ's voice startled you. 

"I-" 

"You wouldn't want Sarah to find out now...would we?" He asked, nursing his bulge as your mouth watered at the sight. 

"What do you want?"

"What I've been missing..." You nodded as he led you to another empty room. Your body vibrated as you moved into your knees. 

"Cutting right to the-fuck..." He moaned. 

"Oh shit!" He didn't even have to guide you as you took him expertly. The little tricks you learned with Ward now bleeding over into JJ.

"Touch yourself....I wanna feel you moan while you're-yessss..." He shuddered as you obeyed. 

"You're making me love being on this side of the island, princess..."

"JJ?" You asked, looking up at him to find Ward in your peripheral vision. 

"Fuck me?"

The look on Ward's eyes was enough to warrant a grin across your lips. This was your way of making him pay for his empty promises. Leaving Rose. Being with you. And you wouldn't let him forget that as long as he was married, you were free to do whatever, and whoever you wanted. And you could definitely do much worse than JJ...

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[nyhti]

I recently had an epiphany about the mannequins in Prey. So. For the longest time I wondered where the hell did the idea for Hugo's mannequin girlfriend come from? Like what on earth made Moench put something like that in the story? How do you come up with such a random and out there headcanon like that? I think I know now.

So let's look at the time line: Batman #356 ”The Double Life of Hugo Strange” (1983) Gerry Conway writes a story wherein Hugo creates perfectly lifelike robots of Alfred and Dick and uses them to fuck with Bruce's head. Batman annual #10 ”Down to Bone” (1986) Doug Moench writes a story wherein Hugo, among other things, uses his robots to fight Bruce and Jason. He has also now made a robot version of himself. Last Pre-Crisis Hugo story. Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #11-15 (1990-1991) Doug Moench writes a story wherein Hugo, among other things, uses mannequins of Thomas and Martha Wayne to fuck with Bruce's head. First Post-Crisis appearance of Hugo and also an edgy reimagining

Are we noticing a pattern? It's honestly a little embarrassing how long it took me to realize that Hugo fucking with Bruce with the mannequins in Prey is all copy pasted from Double Life of Hugo Strange. Moench just re-used Conway's idea, but made it fit the Post-Crisis universe better by having the robots be mannequins with tape recorders inside, because everything had to be sooooooo realistic back then. So if the mannequins of Martha and Thomas are just the robots of Dick and Alfred, who is the mannequin girlfriend? Here's my best guess:

So, Moench used the robots himself in Down to Bone, even created a new robot type – a Hugo robot. Now, we don't see Hugo having a robot girlfriend in Down to Bone, but would you really find it out of the realm of possibility that the thought might have crossed Moench's mind while writing? I mean, look at Hugo around this time. He used to have a good amount of people around him during the 70s and earlier. He had thugs like any self-respecting supervillain, he had his monster men, he once formed a partnership with a racketeer and most importantly he had Magda in Englehart's run. Then suddenly in the 80s he has nothing but robots. Incredibly lifelike robots that talk to him and laugh at his jokes. Doesn't that sound lonely? Now, I will eventually write a post about all my headcanons for what happened to Hugo around this time, because I think about this every day, but to stick to the topic at hand – would you really find it out of the realm of possibility that Moench looked at this profoundly lonely man who could build perfectly lifelike robots and thought, why doesn't he make himself a robot girlfriend? Of course the time wasn't quite ripe yet for a story like that during Pre-Crisis, but during the edgy grimdark 90s? Oh boy, was it time! All he had to do was to turn her from a robot into a mannequin and there we go. Anyway, what do you guys think? I cannot peer inside Moench's mind, of course, but I think my theory is possible.

Also, this is now off topic, but I wanted to talk a little more about Down to Bone and Prey. I used to think these stories, these takes on Hugo, could not be further apart despite being written by the same man, but after reading Down to Bone again for this post and having read Prey again a few months ago, I no longer think so. You can see so much of Prey in Down to Bone and so much Down to Bone in Prey. I already talked about the mannequins, but another thing that I just now noticed was the use of media. As we know, Hugo affectedly used media to fuck with Bruce and to smear Batman's name and you know what he threatened to do in Down to Bone?

Yeah! I find it interesting that Moench had this idea of Hugo using media against Batman way back here, but maybe the story just didn't have enough room for it given that it was only one issue long and most of the time was already spent on Bruce dealing with having lost all his money, home, Jason and Alfred. I'm glad that the smear campaign Hugo launched in Prey was given enough time. Another thing I wanted to talk about was Moench's bad takes on Hugo in Down to Bone. Hugo during Golden Age was about as generic a villain as you can get. Evil genius only after money and power yadda yadda. Listen. I'm not hating on it. It's a classic, but what I'm trying to say is that when Englehart had the divine revelation of giving this character an actual personality and then when Conway topped it all off by giving him an unique goal, I personally considered that an improvement. Moench did not apparently. In Down to Bone Hugo is right back to being a very generic villain. Englehart spent so long showing how much Hugo loved and respected Bruce. How he was willing to ”die” to protect his secret. It was interesting, it was heartwarming and it was fucked up. We see none of this in Down to Bone. The relationship between Hugo and Bruce couldn't be less interesting. There's literally nothing there. No love, no loyalty. Hugo straight up willingly tells Bullock Batman's real identity (which Bullock doesn't believe, of course.) Like what happened? And then the unique new goal Conway gave him? How he got it in his head he wants to be the Batman now? Yeah, you can kiss goodbye to that one too. Nowhere in Down to Bone does Hugo say he wants to become Batman. He only puts on the outfit to frame him. His only goal in Down to Bone was to get his revenge on Bruce. Boring. And to top it all off, just like in Prey, Moench decided to ignore Hugo's well established physical abilities. He doesn't even attempt to fight Batman, but rather runs away like a coward. And don't even get me started on Moench's worst crime of all which was to try to retcon my favorite Hugo story (The Double Life of Hugo Strange) by saying that the Hugo Bruce fought was actually a robot the whole time. I've been writing this for so long I don't even have the energy to go into why I hated this so much and why it was a pointless retcon, so I'll just leave it at this: IT WASN'T A FUCKING ROBOT.

Anyway, love and light everyone!!! ^_^

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ch. 7 - hustling for the good life

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Touring is absolutely insane. It’s not as crazy as some people’s like, say, Allie Gooding, but it’s still so. Much. Work. You don’t really dance, mostly hold your guitar while sitting in the middle of a stage while people twirl and leap behind you.

It’s a Blue Glass tour, technically speaking, but Mango is by far the highlight.

You’re in the city of its origin, with its muses sitting front and center. 

“I’ll let you go/Because it’s best for me/I slip out the back/And turn the key,” the audience sings.

i saw u on tiktok, Jamie texts that night. fukig mint the way the crowd sang all the words.

Claire was crying, you type back. And why can’t you ever spell “fuck” correctly??

cant all be smarty pants musicians, Jamie writes. Then, been blessed to be a dumb, sexy footballer.

Ok, I have to go to sleep. Flying to some small city tomorrow afternoon. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Called something like idk, Landon? Lodan?

He asks, u still staying at mine?

Yep. Can’t wait!!

FUCKIMG M I N T, Jamie responds.

—

You’ve been in Richmond for approximately four hours, just long enough to say hi to Keeley, eat dinner, and, you know, ditch Natalie so you and Jamie can make up for time spent apart.

“That’s disgusting,” she says before hopping into the hired car.

“Ok miss ‘I fucked-‘”

“WHOA, ok,” she says, “I’m going to stop you right there. I’m out of here.”

But now you’re laying in Jamie’s bed as he runs his hand up and down your arm, tucked against his side.

“You’re bringing the team to the show tomorrow, right?” you ask.

“Hm,” Jamie agrees.

“Cool,” you say softly, “Do you think they’re going to want to meet the musical guest?”

“Yes,” Jamie says immediately. “Lads’ve been hounding me all week. Even fucking Ted’s been asking.”

You smile. “Seems no one’s immune to the charms of Allie Gooding.”

“I fucking knew it,” Jamie gasps. “Fucking knew it. You gonna do Creekside?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he asks, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “How you do all this shit, I don’t know.”

You’re silent. The truth is, you don’t even know how you do all this shit. Natalie is barely managing to keep your head on straight as it is. At first, it was fun to travel. Now, you just want a good night of sleep.

You have an especially hard time with meet and greets. It always feels too crowded and stifling, and there’s no Jamie to hold your hand or sneak you out the door so nine times out of ten, you have a panic attack while pretending that everything’s fine.

You’d be happy never touring again, just playing your guitar for Jamie in the living room. Writing songs for the people you love and only for the people you love. Mango felt important in a way that Blue Glass didn’t. It had a message and actually helped people, whether or not they knew it.

Claire sent you a small video every time her song was playing in a shop or on the radio, then end the song by clasping her thumb and index finger into a heart. She sent one of her and the other women in her new house, dancing to Kitchen Epiphany.

“We wouldn’t be here without you, babe!” she said at the end.

But she was wrong. You wouldn’t be there without her. It’s wrong, all wrong, but you only have a couple nights with Jamie so you roll on top of him and press your lips to his.

—

You’re in Greece less than a week and a half later, sporting a Tartt jersey as you pull up to your hotel.

Natalie’s been making wiggly eyes at you the whole time you’ve had it on but you don’t care because you’re almost done with this godforsaken tour and you haven’t broken up with Jamie. He still loves you, for some reason you don’t understand.

But hey, you’ve never claimed to understand the male brain.

As you make the mad dash from the car into the safety of the lobby, you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn and see Donovan, your most recent ex. He’s smiling and holding hands with a girl you used to see around his photoshoots.

“How have you been?” he asks warmly. 

“Good!” you say. “Hopping all around the world, but good!”

He’s still smiling that picture-perfect smile. “Saw you’re dating Jamie Tartt. You guys actually look happy together. Just like me and Zoe. Unless, of course, it’s show?”

“Oh,” you reply, startled. “I, uh, well,”

“It’s ok,” Donovan interjects. “Zo knows we weren’t actually dating.”

“Oh,” you say again, relieved. You never did feel the need to act around Donovan. “Yeah, no, it’s real. At least, it feels real. Wasn’t set up by a PR firm or anything and we’ve been able to keep it pretty quiet.”

Donovan nods. “You’ve always been good in staying out of trouble. Me, not so much.” 

Zoe grins from her place on his arm. “Yeah, but now we get into quiet trouble. We’re getting married this week, and no one even knows that we’re dating.”

She holds out her hand to show you and Natalie the biggest ring you’ve ever seen.

“Nice,” Natalie says. “But we’ve got to check in. Great to see you, Donny.”

“God,” she says as she drags you away, “that could’ve been you. You would have made perfect plastic babies with that absolute fucking Ken.”

“Hey, Dono was nice,” you defend.

“Uh huh. What with all that… personality.”

Ok fine, so maybe he was rather one-dimensional. He and Danielle seem perfectly happy. You’re glad that he’s doing well, despite your so-called “torrid love affair.”

You’ll have to drop by their room at some point to catch up for real.

—

You end up going out to a club with him. And Natalie and Danielle of course, but as you step through the doors, you’re kicking yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? It smells and it’s crowded, but you’re going to suck it up for Natalie, and for the sake of socialization. Your only consolation is that pretty much everyone will be too drunk to know who you are.

It’s all fine, you’ve had some water and you’re dancing with Natalie when the lights hit your eyes wrong, or maybe the beat dropped when you weren’t expecting it, but it doesn’t actually matter because your eyes go wide and you feel like you’re drowning. You push your way through the crowd out the door, barely noticing Donovan and Zoe hot on your heels.

“Hey,” he calls after you, “you alright?”

No, you want to say. No, you’re not alright because you’re with a bunch of strangers and you just want to be home with Jamie. You want to kick a football around with him on the weekends and hold his hand and be alone. You can feel tears sliding down your cheeks, and Donovan cups your face in his hands to wipe them away. 

“Maybe we should go,” he says concerned. Zoe’s leaning against a wall, phone out. 

“Already got an Uber,” she says. “You’ll be ok, babe.”

Donovan presses a kiss to your forehead. “C’est pas de problème,” he says. “Ne stresses pas.”

—

You can tell something’s wrong the moment you wake up. Maybe because you can’t hear Natalie in the other room or maybe it’s intuition, but the air isn’t right. You open up your phone to Instagram and find a picture of you and Donovan from last night. He’s holding your face and looking at you with what you know is concern, but to the observer looks like- love?

Oh shit.

The caption is the standard bullshit - “Forest Fire singer reignites old flame,” and you think you might be sick.

You keep scrolling and there’s another one, this time with Donovan kissing your forehead. The caption underneath is a rant to the effect of, how could you cheat on Jamie Tartt? What a greedy little bitch.

The more you go, the more you find. It’s the same set of pictures with the same set of captions.

It’s the damage to your public image that concerns you. You’ve been around long enough to know that it will blow over, especially because it’s unsubstantiated. You’re thinking of Jamie.

Oh god, what’s he going to think? You’re positive he’s seen it already, because how could he not? It’s so rare that you have a so-called scandal, that you’re trending. If he didn’t find it on his own, one of his friends definitely sent it to him.

Your phone is blowing up with news notifications and text messages. You have ten missed calls from Natalie an inbox full of voicemails. You’ll probably delete all of them without listening. 

But what you really care about is Jamie because in the plethora of messages all you’ve gotten from him is a single fucking voice memo. It’s five seconds long, the exact amount of time it takes to say “fuck you,” and you don’t want to open it. 

But a voice in your head compels you, the same voice that gave you the ok to fall in love with him in the first place, so before you can talk yourself out if it you press play and hold it up to your ear. 

“Hey,” says Jamie’s voice. “I love you.”

And that’s it. 

You don’t even try to calculate what time it is in London, you just hit the call button.

“Hey,” says Jamie’s real, actual voice.

“Hi,” you breathe. “I love you. And I hate touring. And press. I just want to make my songs and never fucking tour again. Donovan and I weren’t even doing anything. I had a goddamn panic attack and he was helping me calm down, and his literal fiancée is like three feet off camera but no one knows they’re together because fuck the press.”

Jamie chuckles. “No one’s making you do all this, love. You don’t owe people anythin’. You can just live your life without selling it. But like, if you want to sell it you can. You know?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“Oi. Look. Are you actually doing what you want? Because if it ain’t making you happy, you can stop.” 

You can hear a muffled voice in the background before you have a chance to respond. 

“Yeah, it’s her,” Jamie says to the voice. 

There’s a chorus of your name as Jamie says, “Dani and the lads say hi.”

“Tell them I say hi,” you respond. “Wait, where are you? It’s like nine there. Are you at training?”

“Weight room,” Jamie says, “but don’t get distracted. Are you happy?”

“No,” you say. “No, I’m not I want to- I want to play my guitar in your backyard and talk to Clare and help out Christine and not give Natalie a fucking aneurism every single day. I want to be able to sleep and not worry what people think of me and I want to like singing again. I want to visit my friends and have time to listen to their music and maybe I’ll tour with them, but only for fun. And most of all, I want to be with you. I want to go to all your matches and wear so much red and blue that I look like a gremlin and then I want to go home with you. And I want, like, domestic stuff too, like grocery shopping and cooking and- and-”

“And brushing our teeth at the same time,” Jamie helpfully supplies.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m really tired of all this.”

“Well,” Jamie says, “you’ve got one more week. Then fucking come home.”

—

You tell Natalie she’s fired, just to see the look on her face. 

She starts yelling when you tell her you’re kidding but only kind of and then she hits you with her purse, stringing together curses in both English and Spanish.

She’s less mad when you give her a raise and tell her she’s now in charge of managing all your shit so you don’t have to.

“I thought that’s what I was doing already,” she says, and now it’s your turn to smack her.

“First decision I’m making is switching to KJPR,” she says.

You ask, “What the fuck is that?” with a nose wrinkle.

Nat just grins. “Keeley’s PR firm.”

You let out a scream. “NO FUCKING WAY. NO FUCKING WAY! How did I miss that??”

Natalie shrugs and says, “She told me to pass on the message because she figured you were busy. I sent her a very nice gift basket from you.”

You sigh and grab Natalie for a hug. “You’re the absolute best, you know that?”

“Uh huh,” she says. “You’d be dead without me.”

—

It’s off-season, a year later. You’re on a beach in Brazil, lying in a chair next to Keeley, who’s in a hot-pink bikini.

“I never want to go back to England,” she says, sipping her drink.

You laugh. “I think your boytoy would disagree.”

She huffs and says, “Not my fault he has all that fucking hair. And anyway, he’s the one who wanted to come!”

“Fucking grandad,” Jamie grumbles good-naturedly next to you.

“You invited him,” you say. “You said, ‘Babe, Roy has to be there when we elope.’”

“How was I supposed to know he hated the sun?” Jamie asks, exasperated. “Twat never said anything!”

“He wears black all the time and never smiles, babe. He’s basically a vampire. You should’ve known.”

“I can fucking hear you,” Roy says from under the umbrella. “I’m not fucking deaf.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and say, “I’m just glad Natalie left yesterday. Some honeymoon this is.”

Jamie gets up from his chair and flops on top of you. 

“Oof,” you grunt.

“Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “Hey, think there’s a pitch ‘round here? I brought my boots. Think they’re under the bed, love.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “‘Football is life,’ or whatever. I’m gonna write a hit song about how my husband likes a fucking ball better than me.”

“I’d pay good money to hear that,” Roy says.

Jamie props himself up on his forearms and puts on his most angelic expression. “That’s me, the adorable yet sexy trophy husband. I’m your muse.”

“You’re something,” you say. “Ooh, I think I can use that in the song!”

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What a ( Not so) Strange World - III

A.N: after some time without any shred of inspiration, I was hit by an epiphany so here we are again. As always, if there are any errors, please point them out to me, because I haven't yet gotten over the embarrassment of having a beta read what I write. Sorry for the inconvenience

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The morning came a little differently than your usual morning awakening.

The birds had come to sing at your window as usual, you were still too sleepy to understand what they were singing – and you honestly didn't want to hear their morning gossip.

(The last time you tried to understand, you had understood that some royal of you didn't know where would never be a good ruler, or something similar, your interest was directed more towards your very comfortable feather pillow than his birds outside from your window)

After a while they started tapping on the window.

There had been no threat to pluck the birds from Lucifer.

No crow had come to act as traffic assistant in Maleficent's name.

No shouts stating that the birds were late or ahead of schedule.

And above all no promise to use the birds in some potion or create one, - in case there were no potions that included the aforementioned - if those wretches dared to disturb Frau Grimilde's beauty sleep again.

(Honestly? It was nice not to wake up to all that confusion)

Realizing how too quiet was surrounding you, you woke up fully, sitting up in bed, remembering that you were back in Twisted Wonderland and were currently at the RSA.

Another thing that caught your attention was the incessant, yet gentle, sound of someone knocking on the door.

Walking down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you made your way to the bottom floor.

You hadn't even seen half a clock in any of the rooms and so you didn't know exactly what time it was; you didn't think you'd woken up very late, but then the bed was among the most comfortable you'd slept in, so you might actually have slept a lot more than you should have.

Back home you were used to waking up sometimes even before dawn, since every now and then Frau Grimilde would make you see or pick specific plants or herbs that needed to be harvested in that specific period of time; every now and then Maleficent also made you get up at sunrise or at other absurd hours to make you attend some rites or celebrations of the Fae or other magical creatures.

Opening the door you found yourself dazzled by the figure of a smiling and embarrassed Neige - not that you had noticed, but the boy was vibrating on the spot - who was holding a basket covered with a red and white checked cloth from which a smell came absolutely fabulous.

You blinked a few times.

Slamming the door in Neige's face would have been really rude to him, but it was what you wanted to do at that moment.

(at the other end of the island Vil had had a shiver of joy for no reason)

In front of you was a Neige with his big sweet eyes, the small friendly - embarrassed - smile with the blushing face that made him even cuter than he already was. With what you thought was his school uniform on which there were pins shaped like birds.

Adorable.

Practically perfect from every point of view.

And then there was you.

Just woke up, probably with a confused look as to what your name was, with a messy mass of hair - probably some of the birds had nested in it - presumably with pillow marks on your face.

In a nightgown, kindly offered by the house, which you didn't think could fit worse than it already did.

(In another universe Grimhilde was probably sensing a heavy disturbance in the force and Lady Tremeine was wondering what was wrong with your upbringing)

With a voice thick with sleep, because by now you had already made a fool of yourself, you invited Neige to sit down while you made yourself at least presentable, asking him if he would like some tea, and upon his affirmation, you cast a spell so as to save time, while you went up to the second floor.

Neige wanted to surprise you, but he was still a polite person and therefore he had sent you a message, but seeing your confused look he guessed that you shouldn't have read it. Of course, the fact that you were still in your pajamas made it even more obvious, but he was too caught up in how cute you looked when you just woke up.

When he saw you for the first time he thought you were wearing makeup, no makeup makeup, because you were really pretty, but seeing you as soon as you woke up made him realize that he was absolutely wrong. You were endowed with an innocent beauty, perceivable even when you had just woken up.

You were lovely no matter how he saw you.

(If he had taken you for a modeling audition they would certainly have taken you, his career would have been at stake)

After you cleaned yourself up to look decent, you went back down the stairs, finding yourself in front of a Neige who was already sipping his cup of tea.

"I hope you don't mind Fairy-san, I didn't want to wake you" and he looked away slightly "but I thought you would like to have breakfast together…" and he pointed with his head to the basket, now without cloth: inside there were different types of biscuits and Krapfen.

Sitting down across from him, you smiled at him, thanking him for the thought

You remained in silence for a few minutes, enjoying your meal, until the boy spoke

“Do you already know what you will do for the day?” Neige brought his face closer, resting his chin on his hands “I mean, after you talk to the Headmaster?”

You actually had no idea.

It all depended on what the Headmaster would answer, after all you didn't know how the man intended to get you to Crewel and Trein: you suspected he would use a portal, but you had no idea what kind.

You knew that there were different types of portals - mirrors, coffins, forests, etc. - but you hadn't seen anything like them in the HeadMaster's office; also who told you that you had authorization to use one of the school portals? You were still a stranger…

Maybe he would have made you use an enchanted mode of transportation? If you remembered correctly, there were carriages that had those characteristics, but in that case you didn't know how long it would take.

Remembering that Neige was still waiting for an answer you blinked, as if to snap out of your train of thought, then turning to him.

“I guess it depends on what the HeadMaster says, but I think I will have a bit of time to spare…Do you have any suggestions?”

Neige had never had much free time, but when he wasn't busy with work he didn't mind going shopping, but that was out of the question in your case, or just relaxing…

He was a little embarrassed to tell you this, it didn't make him sound very cool right?

You giggled, there was nothing wrong with dedicating yourself to yourself after a tiring day.

Once your breakfast was over, Neige proposed to escort you back to school, so that you could get to the principal without getting lost and you happily accepted.

Before leaving you went up to your room again to get your cell phone, hoping that no one had called you

(Heck, if you missed a call from Crewel or Trein you would never see the end of it, you'd be back to being escorted around by Lucius and with an even stricter curfew, you were sure of it)

Luckily for you, there were no missed calls, just several messages you should have responded to.

Along the way you found walking with Neige relaxing, it was easy to converse with him, and you enjoyed it when he got excited with a certain topic. That was until he started getting mobbed – not literally – by other students.

Yes, Neige had to be a rather popular personality, but you didn't want to question him, it didn't seem appropriate.

He left you in the chair, then increasing the speed with which he moved, there was no point in being late for class.

Before you could even knock on the door, it opened on its own, presenting you with the same environment as the day before, only the HeadMage was missing.

Entering without the owner's permission was rude, but seeing as the door had opened on its own, you took the gesture as an invitation.

You sat in the same chair as the day before, thanking her when she moved – for all you knew she could be sentient.

While you waited, you picked up your phone again, reading and replying to the various messages, at least until you felt like you were being watched.

No, the HeadMaster hadn't arrived yet, on the other hand you had a sugar bowl floating in front of you looking at you judgingly

(The sugar bowl didn't have a face at all, but its crossed handles on the front made you feel like it was judging you)

“Is this, um, your way of asking me what I'm doing here?”

The sugar bowl is moving in the negative direction, so you tried again

“Um, are you asking me if I want some tea then?”

And in that case it moved as if to say 'You've finally understood it'

You nodded. “But you know… shouldn't the Teapot be the one to ask if anyone wants tea?”

The little one started to walk away offended… if it had had a face she would probably have been sulking

"I didn't mean to offend you. I was curious… I could really use some tea” and you gave it your best puppy dog ​​eyes.

Before it could answer you, you heard a giggle.

It was the Headmaster sitting at the desk, with his usual kind smile.

“Please continue, I didn't mean to interrupt your chat, but I have to talk to our guest, so if you could make another tea I would be very happy”

When the sugar bowl moved a little further away, he began to whisper

“ It must really like you. I've never seen it approach my guest myself. It is a little sensitive”

and while he was saying this the sugar bowl turned to 'look at you'.

This made you chuckle.

While you were having tea the HeadMaster explained to you what he had to do.

He had spoken to both Crewel and Trein and they had both agreed with him that the best place for you to arrive was the school, but they had rejected the idea of ​​having you arrive in their hall of mirrors, it would have been definitely problematic, so it would have been better to have you use the portal which would lead you to Main Street, but it would take some time to get to it from the portal. They also had to talk to the HeadMaster of the NRC, no one can enter his jurisdiction without his permission, and he wasn't really in the mood to let in some 'special guest of the Headmaster of the RSA', but in the end he approved.

(apparently the competition between schools that Che'nya told you about was also present among the staff)

They would open the gate exclusively for you, so you would have a time limit to get through. Having addressed the problem of the arrival gate, we needed to talk about the departure gate.

The mirror room at the RSA didn't have a mirror leading to the portal you were interested in, but you would be able to reach it using one of the carriages the school would provide - although The Headmage had chuckled about a couple of students going to that portal on foot – but the road would have been a bit long, so it would have been better to leave quickly

(“No, I’m not chasing you out. But Sweet Child, you have to know that Crowley is quite a character to say the least” the fact that he told you this while laughing was not a good thing in your eyes)

Thanking the principal who directed you to the carriages, you bid farewell to both him and the sugar bowl as you left the room.

(She was nice…for a sugar bowl)

Once you left you texted Neige, apologizing for not being able to say goodbye properly - and he replied with a teary-eyed face and another crying face, how could he be so adorable even via text?! – and one to Che’nya, asking if he was bored.

He replied with a photo of you on the phone, the location not looking too far away.

You turned towards the direction from which you thought the photo had been taken, but you didn't see anything; you were undecided whether to move or wait for the boy to reach you, but to solve your problems you received another message from Che'nya

From : Kitty cat I'll wait for nya

And with that you went to the entrance of the building where you found Che'nya to whom you quickly explained the situation as you headed towards the carriages: he seemed ecstatic.

He responded happily to your silent question

“Cuddle time!”

You shook your head smiling: you had actually promised him, but there hadn't been a chance, so it seemed legitimate.

Your affirmative response apparently seemed to enlighten Che'nya, who began almost running to drag you along the way.

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Jancy is my home alright? No question about it, but STANCY OH STANCY, not exaggerating it, not even kidding but the emotions I feel towards them cannot be described by words at all! All that I can say is they're my guilty pleasure, and I'd love them even if I tried not to, and even if I tried to hate them (I'm talking about the couple, not the individuals just to be clear, I'll forever love Steve and I'll forever love Nancy from the bottomest core of my heart).

And to be honest I did, I did try to dislike them together, because I used to think in order to love Jancy I needed to hate Stancy, or rather because subconsciously I felt like I was choosing Jonathan over Steve and I never wanna compare them, I love them both differently, but I had a small epiphany, which is I don't think characters define by their romantic relationships, and I think that sense somehow helped me to understand that I love both the ships, even though for me, Jancy is slightly on top.

But here's the twist, which is why I don't know if I ever liked stancy during stancy. Well during the period, when stancy was actually a thing, when Steve and Nancy were in a relationship.

Now don't get me wrong, Steve loved, in fact loves Nancy more than anyone and anything (Robin and Dustin are exceptions), and honestly I think he loves her more than Jonathan does, he always gave her the princess treatment that most girls ask for, he was the "perfect boyfriend" and yes duh, Nancy loved him a lot too, but her life got so crumbled up before she could even realize that he loved her so much, that he indeed was the perfect boyfriend, If not to anyone else than at least to her.

To her, barb died because of her, because she slept with a boy and left her alone, and even if she doesn't want to she'd subconsciously blame Steve too eventually, right? And despite Steve being that perfect boyfriend, he wouldn't be able to understand her fully, not as much as Jonathan did, because they were going through the same thing at the same time, and of course, the shared trauma, as a bald eagle once said.

Now here comes the point, when Nancy finally got to "bury" Barb, and her life finally came to an equilibrium, well not really, things were never really balanced she just learnt to deal with it, so yeah when she finally learnt to deal with it and befriended Steve again, a lot of things became crystal clear to her which were once blurred with trauma and sadness, to sum it all up, she finally got to understand how amazing of a person Steve really is and how much he looks out, loves and cares for the people he cares about and oh- who's topping the list of all the people he cares about? Yeah right that's her!

And this is the exact reason why season 4 stancy means the world to me, the chemistry is equal from both sides, and to be honest it's kinda hilarious to me, because I didn't like stancy when stancy but I liked stancy when they weren't a thing, and it's not a joke, and yes I know I'm insane and irrational and out of touch but can you save your lecture because I really don't give a shit right now I just- I need to tell you a little something more, about Mileven! Which is, this whole thing that I wrote is kinda familiar to a way I view Mileven because to me it's kinda hilarious too that Mike can't say or even write "I love you" to his girlfriend, but if they break up, he can finally say "I love you" to his ex girlfriend because whether they're in a relationship or not, they're soulmates and absolute best friends. Period!

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