#part 2 in the future?? maybe?? does anyone want to see more? (:

[thunderstomm]

HWLR: Future AU ✨

Cooper “Coop” Feng is the current Hot Wheels City racing champion, having held the title since he was old enough to join the city’s biggest racing cup! Still charismatic and confident, Coop is finding it a little harder now that he isn’t around all of his friends 24/7, but his spirit is yet to be extinguished. Coop is trying his best to balance professional life- being in the spotlight, chased around by fans and brands yearning for more of him, as well as his changing relationships, including feeling isolated from his friends, and his ever-complicated bond with racing rival Cruise.

Cruise Rearview is Coop’s greatest rival on the track- she’s fast, determined and undeniably talented, but still yet to best him. Her relationship with her father is strained at best, after she made the decision to pursue racing full-time, against his wishes. (Perhaps he should have thought about this before training her to be a racer!) Cruise is trying her best to turn a fresh page, and be a better person, but that is hard when people expect her to play the racing persona of “villain” even when she’s off the tracks.

Mackenzie “Mac” Caliper loves his job as a stunt driver. Rather than racing, he gets to show off all of his best stunts and tricks to arenas full of adoring fans. From cars, to monster trucks, and even a bike or two, he’s tried it all. When he’s doing stunts, Mac feels his best. In his spare time, Mac has picked up a bit of mechanic work, learning some skills from Spark. He loves to work on his jump trucks to make sure they are in top shape.

Samantha “Spark” Turner has become an inventor, putting her bright mind to use at every chance she can get. She makes everything, from new Power-Ups, boosters, and even cars! Spark also has a tendency to isolate and overwork herself to a concerning degree, disappearing into her lab for days when she’s especially invested in a project. She insists, everything must work perfectly, and she won’t rest until they do!

Feel free to ask questions regarding this AU!

[5sospenguinqueen]

Post Space Tension | Charles Leclerc x McLaren! Reader

Summary: Struggling with the new frame of her relationship, Y/N decides a visit to her sister is in order. Charles realises that not having you close is even worse than you beating him.

Warnings: Swearing. Female reader. Verstappen! Reader.

I know you guys wanted angst but the doe eyes got to me.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4

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YourUserName a lovely visit with my favourite sibling @/victoriaverstappen, and an even lovelier surprise (p.s. max already knew so no, i'm not spoiling it for him)

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user1 charles in the likes but not in the comments

maxverstappen1 stop trying to get our nephews to like you more than me

→ YourUserName they already do (even the unborn one)

maxverstappen1 also, how am i not the favourite sibling. i listen to all your boy troubles

→ user2 boy troubles!!!

→ user3 all??? how many boys are there 😒

landonorris can't believe you had lunch without me

→ georgerussell63 really don't help yourself, mate

lance_stroll not the burger a week before a race

→ YourUserName don't tell my trainer

→ lance_stroll too late

mclaren future papaya racer

→ maxverstappen1 no.

user4 so, are you and charles still together? the world is dying to know if he was caught cheating or not

→ user5 apparently they're still together but taking time apart

→ user6 source: trust me bro

victoriaverstappen we loved seeing you but he keeps asking for uncy sha so maybe bring a visitor next time?? 🤍 liked by charles_leclerc

→ YourUserName can't believe i'm not enough :( but at least i'm introducing him to disappointment early on

→ user7 not her sister spilling the tea

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user8 so, does this mean LeStappen are back in the same country?

user9 how's he going to keep his distance when they're on the same track

user10 i feel tension brewing

user11 anyone see arthur's latest tweet?

→ user9 no why?

→ user11 he posted that pic of charles and that woman but from another angle. arthur was with them that day and it looks like arthur's holding the woman's hand?

→ user8 so charles wasn't on a date with that woman?!?! chay/n shippers rise!

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YourUserName 'cause i'm back in the saddle again tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo

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danielricciardo alternate caption was 'me and pookies' but lando and i talked her down from that

→ landonorris you're just jealous that i'm pookie #1

landonorris 🔥🔥

redbullracing we still think you'd look better in navy

→ mclaren back, back, i say 🤺

→ scuderiaferrari please, we all know red is her colour liked by charles_leclerc

→ user12we see you charles

landonorris @/redbullracing stop trying to steal my teammate

→ arthur_leclerc stop trying to steal my brother's girlfriend

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→ user13 we saw that, arthur

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skysportsf1 read the latest interview from the verstappen twins, and how racing helped strengthen their bond

tagged: YourUserName, maxverstappen1

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f1 our favourite twins

YourUserName wow, we look good. thanks for having us, it was so nice to be able to hype each other up and get paid for it

maxverstappen1 can't believe they left out the part where i said i only like you because i beat you

→ YourUserName because you told them not to? stop trying to make out like you hate me so people think you're tough. everyone saw you cry when i won

danielricciardo alternate caption was 'join us as we chat with racer, y/n verstappen and her lesser-known brother, max'

→ YourUserName he threatened to sue if they used that title

→ maxverstappen1 i hate you both

lance_stroll only read for y/n

alex_albon love how they tried to make max sound good at padel

georgerussell63 does anyone know who either of these people are? it's amazing who they class as celebrities these days

user13 living for the grid picking on them (max)

mclaren going to need these pics blown up and hung in my living room

→ charles_leclerc agreed

→ redbullracing charles is all of us

user14 not charles trying to hide in the comments

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[tomboy014]

Tamaranean Siblings, Part 2!

After the Body Swap incident, Phantom and Starfire get close.  Really close.  Turns out swapping bodies breaks down a lot of boundaries, and unlike Raven, the two have bonded.  Starfire has always been a hugger, and she’s taken to carrying Phantom around like a teddy bear. Phantom is used to having a red-headed big sister, and ever since his parents worked the ecto-deflectors into their jumpsuits, he might maybe be a teensy bit touch starved.  He loves to sprawl over Starfire whenever they hang out together.

It’s driving Robin up the wall.  Phantom knows he’s been crushing on Starfire for a while, and he goes and does this?!  He can’t help but get more brusque with Phantom, to the point it starts to interfere with group dynamics, and it prompts even Starfire to tell him off for it.

Danny confronts Dick privately to tell him off for being a total dingus.  As far as the two of them are concerned, Kor’i and Danny are basically siblings now.  He’s knows Dick has a crush on her;  that’s why Danny has been trying to talk him up to Kor’i so she’ll give him a chance, and his attitude is not helping.  Dick needs to CHILL OUT!

Robin: … Who?

Phantom: You live with her for pete’s sake! How do you not know her first name?!

This is also where it comes to light that Robin/Dick doesn’t actually have any dating experience.

Robin is a super popular super hero, leader of his team, and supposedly smooth and charismatic.  Dick Grayson is the adopted son of Bruce frickin’ Wayne and beloved by the public. Danny’s at the bottom of the social ladder and he still got a date with the most popular girl in school. Twice!  How are you this bad at girls? 

Either way, things with Robin start to calm down and the group dynamic returns to normal (though Danny will never let him live down his lack of love life).  But things in the training room start to heat up. 

Starfire and Phantom now have a much better understanding of each other’s limits, and the gloves are off.  The whole tower shakes whenever the two of them spar together, and they’re both experimenting with new ways to use their energy powers after seeing how the other uses theirs.  Phantom even manages to give Starfire a black eye for the first time, and she’s ecstatic! It’s a Tamaranean thing.  In their culture, it’s an accomplishment when a younger sibling to visibly injures the elder sibling for the first time.  It shows how much the younger has grown and how well the elder has taught them.  Starfire is super proud and posts it all over SpaceBook.

But Phantom has ulterior motives for pushing Starfire the way he has been.  No one knows his strengths like Starfire does.  More importantly, no one knows his weaknesses the way she does.  If there’s anyone who’d know how to stop him…

Phantom asks Starfire to be his contingency plan, and explains everything that happened in The Ultimate Enemy, about his future self, what he did, and how terrified he is if he one day becomes that.  If that ever happens, he wants her to be the one to take him out.

Don’t try to talk him out of it.  He already gets it enough from his friends and sister that it won’t happen.  That he’s a good person.  He doesn’t need to worry about that, etc.  He’s heard it all before, but… None of them have actually agreed or promised to end him if it does happen.  And if it does… his friends are only human, and they couldn’t stop him before.

Starfire agrees.  She can see how important this is to him, and she won’t lose Danny to a dark path the same way she lost her sister.  The wave of relief that washes over him breaks Starfire’s heart.  These must be the horrible feelings that led him to develop the Ghostly Wail.

Still, she is confident that this future won’t come to pass because he chooses not to let it happen.  She, too, has been flung forward into a bleak future, but she knows nothing in the past, present or future is set in stone.  She fought and changed the future with her own two hands.  She’s knows Phantom is strong enough to do the same. 

While Dick and Danny were never really good at staying in contact with each other, Kor’i is and keeps up her relationship with Danny even after he “retires.”  She knew months before Dick of Jason did that he took the job at Arkham and is happy for him.  It may not be the career path he wanted, but he found a good job and a way to still help people without his powers. 

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 2

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I'm glad nicky came up with a cool new tune because according to period movies and shows greensleeves is the only song anyone ever knew

look at that meek little smile, ughhhh. nicky is like two days old and this asshole has already figured out he's the perfect prop for her murder sprees. and these poor women are calling her sister and are willing to help too.

the spell is te accipimus in circulum, we accept you in the circle, and yes that makes me cry a little. we accept you in our community. and the spell is yellow air magic, which sounds like the most empathic kind if Lilia is any indication.

that's interesting, you can't really tell that well from screencaps but go rewatch the scene, this witch is making mushrooms grow with yellow magic instead of green?? is it just a spell (she is holding a book) or have I been getting it all wrong and color has nothing to do with the type of magic one has?

or maybe??? the color depends on the coven you're in?? the salemites all had blue magic for example. and now that I think about it the stone circle is a protection spell but it's not red/orange.

the meaning of this scene is so glaring dear lord. agatha was never going to give these women a chance to prove that yes, there are people out there who could love and help and accept her. she has shut herself up to that possibility a long time ago.

and she stole the soup too. awful.

I've seen all the different theories about nicky needing to feed on witches too, or nicky needing soul sacrifices to survive because he's the son of death etc. we don't have enough evidence to prove anything yet, but personally I headcanon nicky as a totally normal kid, that makes this story even more tragic.

and aww that baby suckling on the little pudgy fist

nicky doesn't look that happy about what he's been asked to do, does he?

we establish that nicky was sickly (maybe he was born with some internal defect that rio temporarily patched up?) we also see him steal the bell agatha will use for her Road scam in the future.

and we meet yet another witch being kind and wanting to help.

agatha: I love this six year old so much I'm gonna make him accessory to murder

dO yOU ShaME YouR MOtHER

and the big fake gasp too. as usual this bitch has conned a whole community

like, she's convinced herself that other witches are bad and are after her WHILE relying on witches's good hearts to con and kill them. what sort of mental gymnastics???

color goes from yellow to purple. nicky waits outside while his mom commits murder, it's not a good look on agatha. completely fucked up, actually.

(I'm terrified that the goat will end up being an agent of mephisto or something idiotic like that, lemme tell you. I hope they're just keeping it for milk and company.)

and here's the million dollar question. nicky has seen his mom kill literally since he was born, and now he's old enough to start realizing what that means.

oooh I know that look, that's agatha when she's put on the spot. she avoids his gaze, she can't be sincere with him.

and of course she's teaching herself spells from a book. nerrrrrrd

nicky, bless his soul, appears to give it a good thought and then offers a practical suggestion. I guess he wouldn't mind to have a roof on his head and some friends too.

GREAT acting from kathryn here. the quick OH SHIT face followed by the super final NO, with her jaw so rigid. in typical agatha fashion, when she's upset she becomes avoidant.

this is evanora's legacy. despite agatha's immense love for nicky, she is passing all that pain down and inflicting it on him.

remember when she called billy a survivor? this is the greatest asset in her opinion, the one she wants to teach her son. the truth is, she is angry at witches because she is scared of them, she's scared of being targeted again. but look at that kid's dark circles, I can't believe she's making him sleep in the woods, sick as he is!

really really fantastic subtlety. agatha wants to sound wise and strong, but she looks scared, uncertain, guilty.

see how nicky looks at agatha while he sings? he's checking to see if she's noticing, because his mom likes music and likes his voice. he's afraid he has upset her and wants to make her smile. he tried to reason with her, and now he tries to soothe her. this is what happens when you have an immature parent, a child will want to help, they will try to fix things. they'll end up parenting their parent, and it should always be the other way round.

agatha takes the bait. she's relieved that the conversation has moved to a safer subject. but oh, this script is so good. this is a mostly innocent, mostly sweet remark, but with a possessive undertone. don't forget that you are mine, she says.

and still, the love is real. even in a fucked up situation like this, these moment of happiness are precious and genuine and will linger on. look at how adoringly nicky looks at his mom, she's literally the sun and center of his small world, and that's how agatha likes it: she created nicky because she needed someone who could be hers without any baggage or consequences. but it turns out that raising a child is not a cheat code for love, it's one of the most difficult, most significant and impactful decisions a human can make.

go to episode 9 part 3

[shadamyheadcanons]

For me, Shadow and Amy's dynamic is basically two different types of touch starved in a person

((If any of the gifs on this post aren’t loading for you on mobile--like they aren’t for me--you can download them or check the sources listed. As for desktop, they play just fine, but they won’t line up next to each other like they do on mobile. Tumblr is a comedy of errors.))

Yes! Absolutely. I’ve seen tons of fans say Shadow is prickly and would respond badly to hugs, but canon says otherwise. This is a bad reaction:

[Sonic 06]

Whenever I feel like being sad, I wonder if Bad-Future-06 Silver has ever been hugged.

This is a bad reaction:

[Sonic Unleashed, gif source.]

And I shouldn’t have to say this, but...yeah. These are very bad reactions:

[Sonic X]

[Sonic Generations]

Yikes. I feel bad for both of them.

But this?

[Sonic Adventure 2, gif source.]

This is Shadow’s only canonical hug in the games, and aside from jumping slightly from being snuck up on, he seems to like it just fine.

Just look at that smile! He’s happy. He finds it endearing.

It was a hug from a complete stranger meant for someone else, but he still drank it in--and, given that he’d effectively just lost Maria, he really did need it. It’s the combination of Amy’s gentleness AND her speech that changed his mind. After all, if someone as sweet as her sees something in the humans, maybe they’re not so bad.

My buddy who runs @shadowxamyweek recently reblogged a post about this hug, and their tags sum it up perfectly:

[ID: A screenshot of tags on a post. The tags read:

#official art #4kids #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #YEAH 😭 #listen I read nothing that has happened with them in SA2 as shippy - and i ship them #THIS HUG? THR SPEECH ON THE ARK? #those are two lonely kids #those are two left behind kids #those are two kids so desperate for affection #for two vastly different reasons #Amy loves with her whole chest and will never stop doing so- no matter what happens #and Shadow does too- that is key to remember- Shadow loves... so fucking much... that it hurts #you are RIGHT op when you say this is probably the first time someone has been gentle with him in a long long time #he doesn't even run away #in the game- when Amy flees- he takes a step after her- a moment's hesitation- a 'wait' #this kid NEEDED a hug #and i firmly believe part of the reason Shadow listens to Amy in the end is BECAUSE she is the only person who showed him gentleness #softness and kindness and affection #if only for a moment #fjdodhdofjgor THIS is what i mean when i say 'be gentle- be kind' #it MATTERS #it FUCKING MATTERS

End ID]

Shadow doesn’t hate hugs inherently; it’s just that no one hugs him in the first place...

...aside from one person.

Amy’s easily the most affectionate character in the cast. It’s cute at first glance, but there’s a common thread to every instance that puts a damper on it.

She’s always, ALWAYS the initiator.

She puts more into each hug than anyone else does.

She’s always the last to pull away.

The most reciprocated Amy hug I know of in canon is this one:

[IDW Sonic issue #22]

Which is absolutely adorable...but Amy still initiated. Because it’s always her job. Even the characters who like affection don’t need it the way she does...with one exception.

And this tiny detail just killed me. The little, “wait, come back 😟”

It’s the only time I know of when someone has actually stepped after her like this. In a game where everyone left Amy behind, he wanted to follow her. Mister so-called-prickly didn’t want the hug to end.

Because he’s the only one who needs it as much as she does.

He wants to be held as much as she wants to hold someone else, and no one else is warm and sincere enough for it. Compare these instances:

[IDW issue #6]

Sonic thinks Shadow is wrong about something, so he grabs Shadow’s arm to stop him, and Shadow aggressively wrenches it away and leaves.

[Archie Sonic Universe #23]

But when Amy thinks Shadow is wrong about something and grabs his arm to stop him, he gently removes her hand and thinks about what she has to say.

Even when he doesn’t want to be touched, he makes the distinction between “don’t touch me” and “not right now, please.” These are from two different continuities, of course, but I think the point stands. Amy’s special. He’s gentler with her than he is with other people, and that’s consistent across all canons.

Side note: how often does Amy get to feel special like that? I actually really like that Sonic doesn’t place others in a hierarchy of importance, and I wouldn’t change that about him even if I could...

[IDW issue #2]

...but Amy does play favorites. I want her to feel like she’s someone else’s favorite, too. I want her to have someone who puts her first and likes her best. I think Shadow’s more than capable of that. I believe he craves clinginess like hers deep down, even if he hasn’t consciously figured that out yet.

I have an entire tag for these two being affectionate. My favorite is probably this one.

Of course, there may be those who say I’m reading too much into one (1) hug. And you know what? Maybe they’re right! We need a bigger sample size. Sega, make more characters hug Shadow, please. Let Rouge comfort him after he confides in her about something. Have Omega give him an awkward metal embrace because he read on the internet that organic beings like that kind of thing. Make Shadow himself pull Silver into a hug when he’s breaking down crying from the stress of always having to be a hero. Show Tails accidentally grab onto him out of fear when they’re trapped in a lightning storm, and when he gets embarrassed and pulls away, have Shadow hold him for the rest of the storm and admit he’s not fond of bright lights, either.

[Sonic Boom]

That scene where Shadow and Amy rescue Cream and Cheese from Cryptic Castle? That easily could’ve turned into a cute group hug.

[Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)]

And I have seen some absolutely adorable fanart where he holds Cream’s hand while he and Amy lead her through Cryptic Castle to make sure she doesn’t get lost 🥺

Have Knuckles give him an empathetic bro-pat on the shoulder when he finds out Shadow’s the last one of his race, too.

[Archie Sonic Universe #89]

Have Sonic try to hug him, and then when Shadow inevitably pushes him away and says he doesn’t do hugs, have Amy arrive and latch onto Shadow instead while he tries to stutter out an excuse as to why she’s allowed to and Sonic isn’t.

The most affection Shadow has in recent history is stuff like this...

[Sonic Prime season 2 episode 1]

...where Sonic tries to hug him and Shadow immediately pushes him away, knocks him over, and tries to punch him in the face. Kind of says it all. Amy stands out as the only one with a good track record here.

[IDW issue #36]

Especially when you have him look at her like this when someone else is on the receiving end of that affection.

So in the absence of further evidence, I have no choice but to interpret this in the most Shadamy way possible. Your move, Sega.

[hoe4hotchner]

I didn’t know I needed inked!Hotch until now!

Would you ever do a part 2 where he comes home with a tattoo designed specially for reader added to his sleeve? Or maybe somewhere more personal on him?

New addition | [A.H]

Pairing: inked!Hotch x gn!Reader

CW: tattoos, fluff

WC: 0.6k

Summary: Hotch gets a new tattoo

           The soft hum of music filled the living room as you curled up on the couch, a warm cup of tea cradled in your hands. The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden glow through the windows. It was a peaceful evening - you cherished the time alone, sometimes needing to sit in silence without a word spoken - until you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door.

           Aaron stepped inside, his suit jacket slung over one arm and a curious smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he greeted, his eyes lighting up as they met yours.

           "Hey yourself," you replied, setting your mug on the table. "You're home early. Everything okay?"

           "Everything's perfect," he assured, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. But there was something different about him - a hint of excitement he was trying to contain.

           You raised a brow, noticing that his sleeves were rolled down and buttoned at the cuffs, which was unusual for him at home. "Long day?" you asked, gesturing to his unrolled sleeves.

           He glanced at his wrists and chuckled softly. "Actually, I have something to show you."

           Curiosity piqued, you sat up straighter. "Oh? What is it?"

           Aaron set his jacket aside and took a seat next to you. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the cuff of his left sleeve, carefully rolling it up to reveal the familiar swirl of intricate tattoos that adorned his forearm. Your eyes widened as you noticed a fresh addition covered in plastic - a new design nestled seamlessly among the existing ink.

           Your breath caught as you took in the delicate details. It was a beautiful rendering of a compass with a rose intertwined with your initials. The compass points were intricately shaded, and tiny, meaningful symbols were etched into each direction.

           "Aaron…" you whispered, your fingers gently tracing the new tattoo. "You got this… for me?"

           He nodded, his gaze soft and filled with affection. "I wanted to carry a part of you with me wherever I go," he said quietly. "You navigate me through the chaos."

           Emotion welled up inside you, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. "It's incredible. I don't know what to say."

           He smiled gently. "You don't have to say anything. Just know how much you mean to me."

           You looked up into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected there. "When did you do this?"

           "During lunch today," he admitted with a small chuckle. "I've been working with the artist for weeks to get it just right."

           A playful smirk crossed your face. "So that's why you've been sneaking out and being all mysterious lately."

           He laughed, the sound sending a pleasant thrill through you. "Guilty as charged."

           You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "Thank you," you murmured. "It's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me."

           He rested his forehead against yours. "You inspire me," he whispered. "It felt right to make it a part of me - just like you've become."

           You sat together in comfortable silence, your hand resting over the new ink. After a moment, a mischievous glint sparkled in your eyes. "You know, this means I get artistic input on any future tattoos."

           He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, does it now?"

           "Absolutely," you teased. "I might just have a few ideas."

           He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "I'm open to suggestions - as long as I get to choose the placement."

           "Deal," you agreed, snuggling closer to him.

           "Maybe next time, we can get matching ones," you suggested softly.

           He looked down at you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the room. "I'd like that," he replied. "Very much."

           You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's a date, then."

           "Definitely a date," he agreed, holding you a little tighter.

[iwasnotaslasher]

That adorable post about Bruce turned into a cat made me think about that video about a dog in their owner's lap, looking at him enamored while he's working at his pc (clearly so Bruce/dog!Clark coded)

And now I present to all of you Superbat beloved shippers this sort-of-crack prompt for a story in three parts:

1) Due to some Hal's mistake during a mission, Bruce is turned into a black cat and the whole JL have to find a way to turn him back to human. Which is complicated enough, but on top of that the cat himself is damn feral, hissing and scratching and biting at everyone. Only Clark is able to deal with him: he can even pick him up and cat!Bruce lets him pet him, much for Clark delight.

Alfred too can deal with him, but more because the cat seems to be scared of him. Of course the Batkids are taking all the eveidences to blackmail Bruce in the future, like photos of him licking clean his own butt or a video of him springing in fear for a cucumber... or another one of him purring loudly and making bisquits in Clark's lap.

They finally manage to turn Bruce back human, but as a counter-effect now...

2) ...Clark is turned into a dog!

The whole JL goes back working again to the issue, this time trying to not have any counter-effect backfiring. Meanwhile they can't help but enjoy the dog version of Clark he likes to play friendly with everyone and is overly happy with every cuddle he recieves. But no one can compete with Bruce: the dog litterally melts whenever he sees him, whining and wagging his tail and heart-eyeing him. Bruce shows up and the dog follows him like a shadow. Bruce fake to be annoyed by so much clinginess, but he secretly enjoys it so much: when he thinks no one is watching he even lets the dog jump into his lap and cuddles him, giving him little treats and having in excenge little kisses... and so on.

The Batkids teach the dog so many tricks and again they record everything... of course even the moments with Bruce. When the JL finds a way to turn back Clark into a human, someone records Bruce sulking silently in the background.

3) With Clark back human again, they both need some time to readjust. The problem is that Bruce seems so depressed now (well, more than usual) and Clark is worried for him. So he tries to talk with him (they are friends! he needs to help him! what's happening?!) but Bruce doesn't want to open with him. Well, Clark is having none of this! So, in an extreme effort to find a way connect with Bruce, and recalling how he was so happy when Clark jumped on his lap to cuddle, one day he does exactly that.

He sits on Bruce lap, looking at him adoringly just like he did when in dog form. Bruce is shocked. Clark take advantage of his state to lick at his chin. Bruce is even more shocked (and slightly aroused). Clark takes the hint and lays his head in the crook of his neck, sighing contently. Bruce overcome the shock and cuddles him back, humming (purring???) satsfied.

Kisses and loves confessions follows.

Batkids and some of the JL in the background excenge bet money.

Someone asks if anyone has seen Hal: he's gone the since the day Clark was turned back human. No one has idea... maybe he left for a over world mission? Cue J'onn scanning the area and finding him in greenbug form, entrapped into a glass jar and locked into the Cave. He telepathically asks Bruce to be honest and free him, since his mistake led to him to find love. Bruce telepathically flips him off and keeps making out with Clark.

The End

[fernslivers]

MODERN MIZU THOUGHTS PT. 2

As promised, some more various little headcanons and scenarios for a modern-day Mizu (and everyone else).

Let me know if you want more! I have lots of stuff half-finished.

This one is a little longer! Has some Mizu fucking shit up but also being soft.

Part one has some context, but most of this should make sense without it.

TW: canon-typical violence (Mizu is gonna Mizu)

RINGO

The first time you met him, soon after Mizu moved in, you came home to find this stranger cooking in your kitchen

He greeted you very cheerily, chattering right away about how he was making dinner and there was plenty to share

You thanked him awkwardly. You were…surprised and disappointed to find out Mizu had a boyfriend, given your interest, but hey… you probably didn't have a shot anyway, you tell yourself sadly.

You meet her coming down the hall, and she greets you with the usual stoic grunt-and-nod.

You start to tell her that her boyfriend seems nice, you know, general small talk.

The second the word boyfriend leaves your mouth, her head whips around

“My WHAT”

Ringo’s voice echoes down the hall from the kitchen, “I’m WHAT”

He finds it hilarious, she does not

TAIGEN AND AKEMI

Akemi is an heiress that is 100% planning to go no-contact with her family but is playing their game for now so they'll pay for her degree

Pre-law 100%, this girl could argue/cajole/convince you out of your own name

She's one of those types who can run on the treadmill for hours while looking fab

Fashion icon on campus, but a total girls-girl that loves to give advice and encouragement

Do not party with her, this girl will get you PLASTERED

Hiding her relationship with Taigen from her family, again to keep her degree money coming

Taigen was still Mizu's childhood bully

Picked on the orphan to make himself feel better about his shitty home life

Eiji transferred Mizu out of that school QUICK once he officially could, so she didn't have to deal with him for very long

They lost contact at that point, to Mizu’s relief

He's at the university on an athletics scholarship

Saw Mizu training in the gym

(This is why she needed that yard of yours)

He is the champ of the school team and thought since she wasn't on the team, she must be a rookie

She'd be an easy win, and a way to show off for the gym bunnies

She whooped his ass then and there, naturally, in front of the entire gym

And then nearly switched universities because fuck dealing with him on campus

Thankfully Akemi has him on a bit more of a leash in the modern day and HAS dragged him to therapy

He's still an egotistical asshole, but he's TRYING, OK (-Akemi)

They still bicker horrendously but there is a tiny, tiny bit of mutual respect there

Taigen hasn't stopped trying to drag Mizu onto the school team, so she still tries to avoid him

Mizu privately thinks Akemi needs to get her head checked out

But she does approve of Akemi's effect on him in general

She wasn't thrilled to know that you have shared a few classes with Akemi and are now friends

This means there might be the prospect of more Taigen in her future

Great.

Are you sure you really like Akemi as a friend that much?

JOB COMPLICATIONS

So as I said, due to her possible fathers being involved in organized crime, she has also gotten quite comfortable in those circles

She “works” odd hours, or is sometimes gone for a few days

You aren't about to get nosy. You asked her once what she did for work and she told you it was “nothing interesting” with a very clear drop it expression

Message received

She has been rooming with you for quite a while, long enough for you to call each other friends, when someone, somewhere in the wrong circle gets wind of her home address

You hear a knock at the door one evening while Mizu is out at “work”. Quiet, but insistent.

You aren't expecting anyone...but maybe a surprise visit, or Mizu forgot her keys?

Instead, a very clean, erudite man in a suit says he's here to see The Onryō

What

You make politely confused noises at him, saying he must have the wrong address, and he smiles back at you with cold, dead eyes.

“I know he's here.” His voice is still serene, icy. “It won't take long. If you could go get him, please.”

Ok, you've had enough-

He catches the door before you can slam it, and oh. He's stronger than he looks.

And oh- ... that's a gun.

You back away into the apartment, and he follows, shutting the door behind him.

He continues to threaten and demand, always in a quiet, even tone, as you continue to back away.

You're terrified, of course, because you've never dealt with anything even remotely like this

You keep trying to shout over him that you have no idea who he's looking for

Of course your phone is on the kitchen counter, nowhere nearby, utterly useless

You're again trying to explain, in a shaking tone, that you genuinely have no clue what’s going on when

Running footsteps

The door bursts open with enough force to leave it bouncing off the wall. The man whirls away from you, gun whipping around–

He barely has time to gasp before Mizu is on him.

Can humans even move that fast?

All you see is a flash of metal and

Ssshnk-THUNK

He folds like laundry, crumpling to the floor.

You didn't get a good look at whatever she did to the front of him when he turned, it all happened while you were flinching, but there is a lot of blood starting to stain the carpet around him.

You're frozen, staring at the twitching shape.

“Don't look at him, come on.”

Mizu grabs you and starts to lead you by the shoulders away from him and back down the hallway towards the bedrooms

She's careful only to touch you with her hands so she doesn't get any blood on you.

She's still in get-shit-done mode, but trying not to scare you.

As she's leading you, you start frantically trying to explain what happened, babbling about what he said.

"He kept saying about some guy called The Onryō-"

You feel her fingers tighten on your shoulders, but she says nothing.

You've never seen that look in her eyes before, and you thought you'd seen her at her most stoic.

(Gods above, you could have been killed because of her-)

“Wait– wait, my phone is in the kitchen– Mizu, the police, we gotta call–”

“I'll call."

"But I'll have to explain--"

"I'll take care of it. Just go back where you don't have to see it.”

Sitting on your bed, you can hear her quiet voice on the phone to someone, you assume the police emergency line.

Soon, you can hear the murmurs of multiple male voices.

Ah, the police. They'll probably want your statement…but… you reach for the doorknob and stop.

Something in your gut urges caution, and you ease the door open cautiously, silently, just a crack

… Those definitely aren't police.

Thankfully, the men in dark suits have their backs to you, and only Mizu looks up at the door.

You make eye contact with her and shut the door again very quickly, your mind racing.

Mizu is trying to stay in focus-mode while she deals with the problem, having called in a few favors, but the back of her mind is freaking the fuck out with repressed trauma.

Are you going to hate her now? What if you turn on her like M*k*o?

Her gut cramps at the thought of you seeing her as a monster.

She should just leave but she doesn't want to

Back in the room, Your heart is pounding.

So many dots are suddenly connecting. Should you be worried about this? Are you in danger? Is she going to…

After a while, you hear more doors closing, then… water running?

Mizu, with wet hair and blood-free clothing, knocks, saying the coast is clear.

She's SO nervous, afraid to hear you scream at her to go away

When you don't, she cautiously peers in, still expecting to get something hurled at her head

Strangely enough, you just look relieved to see her. Maybe you're still in shock?

For you, every doubt and worry leaves your mind as soon as you see her.

The man on the floor is gone, leaving only a towel covering the bloodstain.

Mizu says very quickly that she'll take care of that too, that you don't need to deal with anything.

She's still nervous, still waiting for you to call her a monster, or demand answers.

You can tell she’s watching you.

You just nod.

You're a college student that just watched a guy get sliced open with a sword. What do you even say to that?

Should you be scared of her? You're not.

But you're still a bit disturbed by the violence.

When she realizes that you're not going to freak out at her or scream at her to leave, she quietly asks if you need some space?

You shake your head quickly at that. You can still see the gun pointed at you, the man’s unflinching gaze.

You feel much safer with her around.

She's relieved, but tries hard not to show it

She carefully suggests that you both spend time somewhere other than the living room for tonight.

She's uncharacteristically soft with you, for her usual standards, but she's also way out of her depth.

She shoos you off to take a shower even though you're clean, and calls Ringo in a hushed voice while you're in there, demanding advice on how to comfort someone

When you emerge, you’re hustled into your room with some water and easy-to-eat snacks

(She's honestly starving after her job but feels bad eating like it's nothing, like it didn't bother her)

(It didn't)

She gathers some extra blankets and things from her room, then sits quietly on the bed next to you, letting you watch stupid things on her laptop.

You don't think you're going to be able to sleep, but she makes a strangely soothing presence next to you, and you drift off eventually

When you wake up, she's still next to you, awake, and looks exhausted.

The towel is gone and the carpet is clean

She just tells you, very seriously, that nothing like that is ever going to happen again, she'll make sure of it

By the look in her eyes, you believe her

She's jumpy for several days after that, checking the windows regularly and watching you strangely every time you’re on a call

You're jumpy, too, but she doesn't complain when you hover around her almost continually, constantly getting underfoot.

If anything, it seems to calm whatever worries are going on in her head

When she doesn't find herself arrested, or asked to move out, she seems to relax completely

This incident clearly tells her that she can trust you, because suddenly it's like you've passed a sacred gate of trust

Now she's occasionally coming home with a little bit of blood on her

Sometimes she sports some nicks and slices

You never thought you would be googling how to do stitches but what are crushes friends for?

You haven't actually gotten up the courage to ask what's up with all of this, yet. It just seems…unwise.

Not that you're afraid she'll hurt you, weirdly enough,

but despite the danger that you're now aware of, you really don't want her to get spooked and move out.

You don't know this, but she decides not to move out because she fears that more men might still come by, thinking that she still lives there, and clearly ignorance didn't save you this time.

You also don't know this, but this is the threshold where her feelings go from a passing crush that she represses, to something she is actually considering how to safely approach...

She's impressed with how you handled that, as a person who isn't used to violence

She'd never pursue something with someone while they were unaware, but since you know a little now…

(Meanwhile, she doesn't know that, after the shock had worn off, you found the whole thing kind of hot…)

[whirlpool-blogs]

who are the smartest hockey players in your mind right now? whether that’s in an academic sense or hockey sense or both

hmm academic achievement is pretty straightforward, you could google which guys have college degrees and there’s some interesting stuff! in terms of hockey iq, all of these guys are pros. if anyone didn’t have genuinely elite, pro-level hockey sense, they’d get killed on the boards out there in a second.

but honestly my favorite kind of Smart is guy who understands how to play a complete game, and I am nawwwt talking academics or hockey. there’s a whole other game out there to be played - and won - and some guys understand that better than most!! and for that, the current leaderboard in my opinion:

#1 will smith hockey

#2 jack hughes

#3 nate bastian!!!

#1 Currently leading - Will Smith hockey

WSH is still new to the scene so who can say how long he can keep this intangible point streak going BUT:

every guy he rotated in and out of the sleepover room ended up surviving the trade deadline (he’d clearly clocked who would be worth investing into)

has endeared himself to not just every single teammate but is also allegedly quite beloved by the equipment guys and rink staff

plays along well with all the sharks social media tiktok trends, etc. he has excellent camera awareness, for example, some guys simply looked down at their end of year ‘awards’ but Will immediately made sure to face the certificate to the camera. (is aware of camera views on the ice and off the ice)

has managed to remain a mystery to the dating gossip sphere, k-pop idol style

some good stuff in this post, namely the notetaking parts and preparing for the animal question in the draft

and of course, has made the highly talented but also windshield-punching future of the franchise entirely indebted to him in ways beyond mortal comprehension. what are you gonna do, send wsh down to the AHL? and leave his unhinged attack dog mack c out there to argue with teammates in practice and have meltdowns by himself on the bench? no way. wsh stays up, and everyone stays happy.

#2 Jack Hughes - perennially good, but has also fumbled a couple plays

part of it is just classic middle child ability to play both sides without ever actually committing to either, but that boy had everrrry single NTDP classmate eating out of his sweaty little palm (voted captain by unanimous vote!). he understands how to sprinkle sugar, jusssst right!

I do find it interesting when he accidentally overplays his hand. It perfectly mirrors his on-ice flaw of when he tries to do too much and then his game falls apart (as noted by hockey scouts & Sheldon Keefe alike). BUT I think the flops are important because unlike his subtle plays that might go entirely unnoticed, these give us a little more insight into how he does it - or at least, tries to set it up.

famously got the devils to draft his special little guy’s special little guy (trevor z’s billet brother) but then moynihan turned out to be basically nothing to the devils in the end (see: his Elite Prospects page)

tried to use 4 Nations as his and quinn’s personal olympics campaign (kept emphasizing how sooooo young he and quinn were, which was a complete turnaround from how he usually describes quinn as mature/experienced, or even himself as unphased/seen it all. kept referring to himself as an ‘01 birth year, and auston and eichel as ‘97s to really drive the point home!! god, you don’t want those old men born in the 1900s do you, USA hockey? I’m good for two, maybe even threeee Olympic cycles!) unfortunately quinn was too injured to play and jack flopped at 4 Nations

#3 Nate Bastian

Fourth line grinder (literally called the ‘Meat Line’) Nathan Bastian? yes, and I’m not even kidding. here’s the thing. there are four audiences for a pro athlete:

1. Your coach(ing staff) & GM

2. Your teammates

3. Sports reporters/PR Team

4. General audience / fans

When I say Nate Bastian plays a complete game, I do mean complete - he has a FULL SWEEP of all four audiences.

First Audience: he understands what role coaches see him as, and commits to it. doesn’t oversell himself. takes hits and gives hits without complaint.

Second Audience: top players automatically rank high in team social hierarchy, but less skilled players have to work for it. nate CLEARLY plays a great locker room game, to the point that he sits next to jack (and you knowww locker room seating has a ton of unspoken politics behind it) and is universally loved by his teammates.

Third Audience: this guy is so loved by Jersey beat reporters that they sought him out to interview while he was literally playing for a different team! the PR team sent him to the VMAs! also in this 2019 axe throwing video the producers/video editors clearly like him, even though he’s just another no-name grinder: they start the video with him, setting him up as the audience surrogate. they keep his self name-drop in the final edit, while literal jack hughes is in the video and HIS name is never said out loud. they kept in his funniest bits and edited out whatever was likely more boring filler commentary. (side note: you can also see Nate’s Second Audience work was already at play, because little pre-rookie Jack was already very aware and intrigued by Nate). By having video editors who love him, surely now you can see how that sways the…

Fourth Audience: how can you not love a guy that the coach commends! how can you not love a guy that his teammates adore! and how can you not love a guy who always gets the best possible edit from the producers! he’s literally made a clean sweep. all while just “being himself” seemingly effortlessly….

and that, my friends, is called playing smart.

[randomrosewrites]

Book 4 re-write afterword 2/2

“So… you and Jade or you n’ Azul?” You turn around, blinking blearily at him. His gaze remains fixed on his screen. Maybe you misheard him. “Pardon?” Floyd giggles. “ Come on , I see the way you look at them. The way you act around them. It’s so lovey-dovey, it makes me cringe.”

Containing from this post.

Continuing from the last point: Azul's got such low self esteem that he doesn't believe he's attractive, nor does he believe that the twins would stick around him if he was anything other than his best.

(The twins do say this. Floyd mentions how if it's not fun, they'd dump Azul and go for the housewarden position, but when Azul overblotted, they didn't abandon him (as MC points out). They stayed and fought to bring him back. They care for eachother in their own way, even if they don't want to call eachother friends.)

By this point, Jade already knows he's going to use his unique magic to pry information out of Kalim. Azul's apprehension is because he's saying 'Really? Are you sure you want them to be there while you use your UM?'

The 'it' Jade refers to is Azul's perception of himself/ weight. Also his willingness to let others help him. The small sparks of romantic interest between him and the prefect is what allows him to give just a bit (as opposed to Jade, who he is close with but it's complicated).

This scene is inspired by the manga!

Another, brief comment about Jade's UM is that I changed it's ability from only being able to be used once per person > looses effectiveness the more he uses it on a person until it becomes unable to be used at all. Not story important I just decided to change it for funsies. Also Floyd's UM is wayyy too overpowered for Jade's not to match. Like wdym you can direct any magic away??? That's so powerful. Yes I know Floyd is very wishy washy generally but when it matters, he steps up.

In the game, Kalim refuses to tell Jade the name of the student who's controlling him. In my fic, Jade uses this to his advantage to force Kalim to reveal that it's Jamil (by refusing to say he wasn't the one responsible, he's basically confirming that it is Jamil).

Jamil knows about Jade's UM, hence his apprehension about him using it on Kalim.

No comments just ooohhh romantic fluff ahh

Aroace floyd my beloved. As someone who's ace (maybe? probably? Idk i'm not in a relationship rn and it's kinda been a huge question mark for two years) i wanted to portray a relationship in a non 'traditional' romantic sense (that is still, kinda, hopefully romantic and will become more in the future).

And that's it for the second part. It has a few moments I like but ultimately don't think it's my favorite. Now for the drama.

The Final Score - July 2024 to December 2024

In the middle of this, I started an internship at a dream company. I think you can tell by how long the time is between the chapters lol. I struggled a lot with finishing the last chapter tbh, I don't know why. I was so close to the finish line it was like my brain gave up.

But I persevered and finished, thankfully.

For anyone that's played Honkai Star Rail, this part was inspired by Rondo Across Countless Kalpas.

Not much to comment on this chapter to be honest. This part of Jamil using Azul to attack the MC was something I thought of early on, but reflecting on it, it might be a little too ooc. Oh well.

This entire argument with Azul was really tricky for me to write. I struggled with it for a long time before finding something that I liked. Its a build up from the start of the series.

Azul feels bad that he frightened the MC but it's a necessary evil in his mind. Something he has to do. Even though he shrugs and says 'well it had to be done' MC can still be upset with that.

Azul thinks caring for others is weak. He mocks ariel in his birthday vignette about how love made her act. He's started to care for the MC and that frightens him. So obviously, he doesn't want to be honest with how he's feeling and be upfront. So he tries to play it off, but when that pisses off the MC more he folds and gives into how he really feels.

It was a hard balance trying to make it obvious to the readers how he may be feeling without making it too much. I'm satisfied with what I finally came up with.

without spoiling anything, this takes inspiration from something that happens in book 7, LOL.

In the actual game, the twins change into their eel forms in a flash of light but I'm like...where do the clothes go...lol. A magic pocket dimension maybe...? lol

I wrote this scene when the twins eel cards came out on the JP server. It definitely inspired this scene. Love the eels.

This is Jade's last major important scene. They're ahead of Azul in the fact that he knows what he wants and MC is on better terms with him than Azul. and Jade's not talking about romance necessarily, just wanting to spend more time with MC. Like how all good natured people who might have a romantic interest in each other act (minus the drama those two have been in during book 3). He's definitely leaning more towards flirty in their interactions.

Creative liberties taken: These vision things MC sees in the game are also seen by MC in the story, except they pass out while doing so. They share thoughts/ memories with the overblotter.

...Another difference I added. MC doesn't forgive Jamil as easily in the game (same with the octotrio) it'll take time before they come around to them.

ooh cliffhanger ooh mystery oooh future setup for future works if I ever get around to writing that oooh

Also also,

Tried to do my best to make it make sense why the dorm would be so willing to just party with Jamil after everything he's done. I feel like the games have a habit of just being like 'oop well that's that, and it all worked out in the end'! and I don't think it's bad It's just not for me. Which is why I wanted to re-write the book, lol.

This was one of the scenes I had in my head from the beginning. I knew I wanted this to happen. It's an important moment because Azul says 'the deal is over' but also they can move on past this points as somewhat equals and not having to really worry about being 'even'.

It's a step! And one that's necessary for them to grow closer into whatever their relationship is.

Last thing:

I had this also in mind from the start. I love Ace Deuce Yuu trio and wanted to make it clear that they care about eachother a lot.

And with that... I think that's it. I wrote this at a point in my life where everything suddenly drastically changed. I thought I was going to be in a completely different position, I knew what I was going to do and my life was on a path ahead of me, and then the floor gave out from under me and said actually it's time for something completely different. Good luck!

I look back on some things and wish I had done it differently, but getting over my perfectionism and just allowing myself to create is something I'm trying to overcome. I've been much happier as a creative by just allowing myself to do whatever without worrying about it being perfect.

Thank you to everyone who helped me along the way. Friends and loved ones, people who commented, and those who would listen to me rant about a specific scene that I would be stuck on. I hope to make more in the future (I'm working on something now, but no promises for when that will get done, lol. My life is getting busier each day but honestly, it's been the best year I've had in a while). Thanks for reading,

Rose

[calicoheartz]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ; 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒

read part one here ✧･ﾟ

꣑୧ — summary | you and Paige had been inseparable since the two of you were younger, she's adored you since the day she laid eyes on you. with you oblivious to her feelings, how does she plan on making you see her the way she sees you? (continued)

wc ; 758

— warnings | friends to lovers , kinda slow burn , mainly fluff & a tiny bit of angst

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : here’s part 2 to “from the start” ! If you haven’t read the first part , make sure to check it out before reading this one ! Enjoy besties ◡̈

Our time together became more frequent. We’d hang out at the park, grabbing ice cream and talking about everything and nothing. Paige’s presence was a comfort I had come to rely on, though I still didn’t see the deeper meaning behind her actions.

One night, as we lay on the grass watching the stars, Paige turned to me, her expression serious. “Have you ever thought about the future, like what you want to do, where you want to be?”

I shrugged, my eyes fixed on the twinkling sky. “I guess I haven’t really thought that far ahead. What about you?”

Paige hesitated, then said softly, “I know one thing for sure. I want to be with people who make me happy.”

I turned to her, meeting her gaze. “You’ll always have me,” I said, not realizing how much those words meant to her.

Our high school prom was approaching, and everyone was buzzing with excitement. I hadn’t thought about asking anyone, but Paige had already made up her mind.

“Hey, who are you taking to prom?” she asked casually one afternoon.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

Paige bit her lip, gathering her courage. “How about we go together? As friends, of course,” she added quickly, masking her true hopes.

“Yeah, that sounds great!” I agreed, genuinely pleased at the idea of spending the evening with my best friend.

Prom night arrived, and Paige looked stunning in her deep blue dress. I couldn’t help but stare, suddenly aware of how beautiful she was. We danced and laughed, and for a moment, I felt something shift in my chest, a strange new feeling I couldn’t quite place.

The weeks following prom were a blur of final exams and graduation preparations. Paige and I spent even more time together, making the most of our last days of high school. One evening, as we sat in my room listening to music, Paige turned to me, her expression unreadable.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied, sensing the seriousness of the moment.

“I’ve… I’ve had feelings for you for a long time,” she confessed, her eyes searching mine for a reaction.

I blinked, stunned. “You mean, like… more than friends?”

Paige nodded, biting her lip nervously. “Yes, more than friends. I’ve been trying to show you, but I guess I wasn’t very good at it.”

I sat there, processing her words. Suddenly, everything made sense—the notes, the little gestures, the way she looked at me. My heart pounded as I realized that maybe, just maybe, I felt the same way.

“Paige, I… I think I’ve been blind. But now that you’ve said it, I realize that I care about you too. More than just a friend.”

Paige’s eyes lit up with hope. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirmed, reaching for her hand. “I’ve always felt something, but I didn’t know what it was until now.”

With our feelings finally out in the open, Paige and I embarked on a new chapter of our relationship. It was a slow burn, as we navigated the transition from best friends to something more. There were moments of awkwardness and uncertainty, but also moments of pure joy and tenderness.

We spent the summer together, exploring our new dynamic. Each touch, each kiss, was a revelation, deepening our bond. Our friends noticed the change, and they were happy for us, having seen the connection we shared all along.

There was a tiny bit of angst, as we worried about what the future would hold, especially with college on the horizon. But we faced it together, confident in our love and the strength of our friendship.

As we stood on the threshold of a new adventure, hand in hand, I realized that Paige had been right all along. The magic of our connection was undeniable, and I was grateful every day for the love that had been right in front of me all these years.

Years later, as we walked down the aisle on our wedding day, I looked at Paige and saw the same shy smile that had captured my heart so long ago. She had adored me from the start, and now, I could finally say that I adored her just as much.

[sykeboy]

AninPin Character (and dynamics?) Analysis part 2

The time has come folks

Pin and Kueshit's wedding has brought our girls to their breaking point and now is a great time to see how they are facing their biggest challenges so far

¿Remember I said I wanted to see what Anin would do when she didn't get what she wanted?

I love Anin but today she was cruel.

I agree that needing space is valid after heartbreak, however, giving Pin false hope and then kicking her while she's down was uncalled for. Pin made a choice she did not like so Anin punished her, and I can't help but compare it to aunt Patt's attitude, and the rest of the royal family's (not you Anan) attitude towards those of lower rank, however polite or harsh they might be, the message is the same: you do as I say I reward you, you don't I punish you. It's classical conditioning at play

Also the fact that Anin is standing on the stairs, making her taller than Pin while Pin literally begs her no to leave was a nice touch that keeps reminding us of the power imbalance between these two

I know I must sound like a hater right now so let's get in to the actual character analysis

In this scene both our girls are super triggered, this makes their personalities condense: get more rigid. That happens in order to give them a sense of safety in times of caos and percieved danger

Anin is confrontative, she confronted her family on the last ep, she confronted Pin on this one, and she confronted the situation about Kuea's wife. Anin takes direct action, this is the way in wich she thinks she can affect her reality. And SHE CAN DO THAT BECAUSE OF HER PRIVILEGE

Anin was not gonna leave until she had tried Every. Single. Thing. She could do in order to stop that wedding

So when Pin decided to marry Kuea, and then again today when she decided not to push back against the wedding Anin took that to heart. She is having a hard time understanding that Pin handles conflict in a different way than she does. Of couse she is heartbroken, not only is she losing the woman she loves, in some part of her brain she thinks Pin must not love her enough to take direct actions against the wedding like she does. She sees Pin's sacrifice as her giving up their love so she's sad and angry (she's also not used to losing)

Now let's do Pin

Pin has serious abandonment trauma, wich started after her parents deaths

When Anin came in to her life she was like a lifeline, promissing to always be by her side, so this scene was particularly hard to watch for me

Again, Pin is super triggered, Anin leaving feels like a huge threat to her. We see Anin has a big safety net, people who care for her. But Pin has none (maybe Prik)

So Pin does what she knows best, she lowers her head, apologises, tries to please as she can, she flagellates herself (she knows Anin is punishing her so she helps her), she says she is disgusted by herself because she chose to marry Kuea, but there is simply no way out of this for her

This frustrates Anin, cause Pin's obedience is affecting her directly, and she cannot actually understand the crossroads Pin is at right now, try as she might, she simply can't

Here Pin explains her line of thought very well, she feels powerless and the only way she knows how to affect her reality is by surrendering to what she thinks is inevitable (and she's not far from reality) this surrender can give her some solace, she has learned that she is helpless so why fight when you can't win

And again she self-flagellates for inflicting pain on Anin (or anyone at that), which is comonly thaught to us women and we see it again on today's episode when Kuea's wife says she does't wanna "ruin his future" by exposing his wrong doings

Still Anin can't understand Pin's choices cause their experiences are way too different and Anin has fought right? So why wouldn't Pin fight for their love as well?

So she takes action, she takes off her ring and lets it fall to the ground, she leaves

And this picture right here reminds me of:

Pin is yet again left to face the storm all alone

[beargirlmj]

Hearts at Stake.

genre : fluff

warning(s) : none

Jiminjeong x fem!reader

Previous → part 2 .

Chapter 3:

Sitting in the park, Minjeong and Jimin watched Y/n closely. The tension in the air was palpable, and every second felt like an eternity as they waited for the response that would change their lives. Y/n took a deep breath, seemingly struggling to find the right words.

"I’ve thought a lot about what you both told me," she began, her voice soft but firm. "And I need to be honest with you because you deserve the truth."

Minjeong and Jimin exchanged anxious glances. Both their hearts were racing, bracing themselves for whatever was coming next.

"I like you both," Y/n continued, looking directly at each of them. "But what I feel is… complicated. Because I’ve realized something I didn’t expect. It’s not that I like only one of you. I... I like both of you."

The silence that followed seemed to echo through the park. Minjeong and Jimin were left speechless, unable to process what they had just heard. What Y/n was saying was completely unexpected.

Y/n went on, trying to explain her feelings better. "When you told me you were competing for me, I was so surprised. But as I thought about it, I realized my feelings for both of you are strong, and not in different ways. I’m drawn to Minjeong’s sweetness and sensitivity just as much as I am to Jimin’s confidence and energy. The problem is… I can’t choose."

Minjeong, still trying to process everything, looked at Jimin, who seemed equally confused. "So, you’re saying that… you like us both at the same time?" Minjeong asked cautiously.

Y/n nodded, appearing somewhat relieved to have finally confessed. "Yes. And I know it sounds complicated, but I can’t deny what I feel. I always thought that when the time came, it would be easier, that I’d know right away who my heart belonged to more. But the truth is, I feel complete with both of you."

Jimin, usually quick to respond, stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking. "And… what does that mean, then? Because honestly, I never saw this coming."

Minjeong also seemed uncertain. She looked at Y/n, then at Jimin, trying to grasp what this meant for their future.

Y/n sighed, her expression vulnerable. "I don’t expect you to accept this easily, or to understand right away. But before you make any decisions, I wanted to be honest about what I feel. If you don’t want to go down this path, I’ll completely understand. But if there’s any chance we could find a way to make this work, I’d like to try."

Y/n’s proposal was unexpected, and both Minjeong and Jimin knew it would be a challenge. Up until that moment, both had believed that in the end, there would be only one winner. But what if, instead of competing, they could find a balance that honored all their feelings?

Jimin, the first to recover from the shock, chuckled softly. "I’m not gonna lie, this is completely crazy. But at the same time… I don’t want to lose either of you. Minjeong, you’re my best friend, and Y/n, you’re so special to me. Maybe… maybe we can figure this out together?"

Minjeong looked at Jimin, surprised by her response. Part of her still felt unsure, but seeing Jimin so open to the possibility made her think. She looked at Y/n, seeing the genuine sincerity in her eyes, then back at Jimin.

"It’s crazy, yeah," Minjeong finally admitted, smiling. "But… I don’t want to lose anyone either. If you two are willing to try, I think I can try too."

Y/n smiled, clearly relieved. "It’s not going to be easy. I know this is new for all of us, and we’re going to need a lot of patience and communication. But if we can find a way, I think we can be really happy together."

And so, what seemed like a simple competition transformed into an unexpected and unique relationship. Minjeong, Jimin, and Y/n decided to move forward, unsure of what the future held but confident that together, they could overcome any challenge. What started as a rivalry for Y/n’s heart had evolved into something much more complex but also more beautiful: a deep connection between three people who decided, against all odds, to create something new and special.

The weeks that followed were a period of adjustment and learning. There were moments of insecurity and doubt, but over time, the three learned to communicate better, to respect each other’s feelings, and above all, to value the unique connection they shared.

Minjeong and Jimin, despite starting as rivals, found a new way to relate to each other. They realized that instead of competing, they could support and appreciate the differences each brought to the relationship. And Y/n, at the center of this dynamic, felt grateful to have two incredible people by her side, both willing to try something as unexpected as the love they shared.

By the end of that summer, they knew they didn’t have all the answers, and the road ahead would be full of challenges. But for the first time, they were willing to walk it together, embracing the uncertainties and trusting what they felt. After all, love, in all its forms, can be complicated, but it’s also capable of creating deep and unexpected connections—like the one Minjeong, Jimin, and Y/n had found.

[ursemma]

"You're all that I need" Theodore Nott × f!reader

Pt 2

Summary: where Theodore realised you're all he needed but maybe it was little too late for that, or was it?

Warnings: angst ig

This is based on my favourite song CO2 by prateek kuhad!! Part two will come out shortly and better than this. I was in deep sleep while writing this so this is poorly written ik, sorry for that!!

"oh come on Theodore! You really can't treat me like someone you can have at any time you want without giving any labels to our relationship!!" I yelled at him as I shut the door of his dorm so that no one could here us.

It's been a repeating cycle for entire week.

He treats me like his gf and the next min he's flirting with random chick at Hogwarts.

Whenever I ask him about our status all he says is he needs time to figure out, to be himself and to know what he wants.

We've been seeing eachother (if you can say that) for almost 5 months and went without labels now it was too much for me.

"oh come on just give me a little more time please" he pleaded with teary eyes, and I can't help but look away.

"no Theodore not anymore, if you can't commit fully towards me, then you can't have me." With that I left his dorm, in hope that he would atleast try to stop me, stop me from running away, stop me from walking out his life, but no nothing happened.

The next morning I entered our common room and sat near pansy, who was reading a book.

Theodore and his friends sat exact opposite to us, and our eyes met.

Both of our eyes held the same emotions. desperation, desire, love, and heartbreak. One emotion was missing and that was acceptance.

Maybe we both haven't accepted it. So I guess there has to be a hope from both the sides right?

I swear to god if there was peace around us, we both could hear the literal words.

And maybe this is meant to be this way.

For us to be away.

I mean that's what happens in most of the love story right? The lover gets seperated because they weren't ready.

Ready for eachother, for the commitment, for the price they would've to pay.

After few minutes I saw him leaving the common room. Just like the day i left his dorm.

I'll be fine right? I mean I've experienced this beforehand.

I have dealt with people leaving me.

It won't caused much harm right?

Oh how wrong I was.

Theodore is like oxygen for me. I need him to breath, to survive, to live.

And without him I'm nothing.

I was walking down the corridor with Enzo by my side, we were laughing at his silly jokes and I felt someone's eyes boring into me.

I looked at my surroundings to see Theodore glaring at us.

Even if he never see it, he was all I needed, all I wanted. Not Enzo not anyone but him.

Maybe he won't see it now, but in future he will right?

I was deep in my thoughts, wondering why I love him? Why can't I get over him? Why do I need him? Why do I want him?

Maybe it's the silence in his eyes,

Or the deep red when he's shy,

Or the Mystery of our love,

All I need is the sign from stars above,

Maybe it's the way he breath in me,

Or it's the way he heals the girl in me,

Maybe it's the fragrance of his hair,

I just want to kiss him when he's there.

I shook my thoughts away as they were taking a different turn.

I just him all around me, but why can't he make it happen.

Why does he have to be so complicated.

I laid down on my bed thinking the possibilities of us. Will we ever happen? Or will we drift apart just like that?

[coraniaid]

Hank Summers shows up in like three episodes and I'm pretty sure most of that screen time is as a nightmare and/or fake version of himself. If you could have the real Hank Summers in any episode/s of your choice which one/s would they be?

Yeah, between (most of) Nightmares and The Weight of the World and Normal Again the majority of "Hank Summers"'s time on screen is in fact some sort of fantasy or false memory. Possibly the large majority: he's really not in When She Was Bad or the Becoming flashbacks very much. Because of that, Hank never really becomes a character in his own right: he's defined more by his absence than his presence, by notably not being there when his daughter needs him most. There are maybe a dozen one shot villains of the week who feel more fully realized than Hank ever does.

Anyway, I have thought about this a little before so here's a top five (in reverse order):

5) I think it might have been fairly fun (though not for Buffy) to have Hank accompany Joyce to the Parent-Teacher night in School Hard. Maybe she called in a favor, maybe he still remembers at this point that he has a daughter whose education and future he should at least pretend to care about. I don't think anything particularly bad should happen to him, but I picture him taking the part of one of those panicky men who side with Snyder; somebody whose refusal to accept reality is contrasted with Joyce paying enough attention to realize her daughter is doing something brave and important, even if she can't quite understand exactly what.

4) I can understand why it doesn't happen -- Buffy's trying not to be found by anyone who knows her, after all -- but it always seemed a shame to me that Buffy didn't run into Hank while back in LA during Anne. Maybe she tries to go and see him after passing on her identity as Anne, hoping that he'll be pleased to see her or maybe even drive her back to her Mom's, only to see through a window of her old family home, just before she rings the doorbell, that he's with another woman who has a young daugher of her own. Maybe at that point Buffy decides that he's already replaced her in his mind with somebody he thinks is more tractable and more like the daughter he really wanted. (Maybe that makes his no-show in Helpless less of a betrayal, but maybe not.)

3) Joyce hints at one point in Season 3 that she's hoping Hank will help cover Buffy's college expenses, but I don't know if he ever does. But if he was doing that, maybe he'd feel the need to come and visit her and make sure that "his" money wasn't being wasted? Can't decide if the more appropriate episode for him is Hush (the joke being that even after the Gentlemen are defeated he and Buffy still don't have anything to say to each other) or Who Are You? (he talks to Faith-as-Buffy, briefly reminds her of the Mayor when he tells her something vague and rambling about having to learn how to face the future on her own -- he's cutting back on his alimony payments and is too much of a coward to tell Joyce directly -- and then leaves town completely unaware that he wasn't actually talking to his daughter at all).

2) It feels kind of pointed that Hank isn't so much as mentioned during Dawn's diary entries in Real Me. Maybe another excuse for a Hank cameo? I'm not sure how you'd play that one. On the one hand, Dawn's feelings are meant to mirror Buffy's own feelings about her friends and family to some extent. On the other, Dawn has the sort of ideal relationship with her mother that Buffy clearly wishes she had, so would Dawn not also have a better relationship with her father? Maybe have a scene that implies Hank has come to visit on his way to or from LA, and brought Dawn (but not Buffy) a present? Maybe it's something meant for somebody years younger than her, something she finds completely underwhelming; or something Buffy remembers him giving her years earlier.

1) Last one. Hank shows up in Sunnydale a few weeks after missing Joyce's funeral. Things aren't going so wonderfully for him at this point. His quarterly projections just kept on unravelling, no matter how many of his daughter's birthday celebrations he missed, and he's hoping the still-grieving children of his dead ex-wife can be persuaded to lend him some money. More specifically, he shows up during The Gift, clambering up on to Glory's tower right when Buffy is delivering her big speech about how hard it is to be alive and how only Summers' blood can close the portal. Dawn pushes him off the edge, saving the world, and everybody cheers.

(OK, I lied before when I said I didn't want anything bad to happen to him.)

[slutdilf]

After all this time

Paring: Chris evans x male reader

Warnings: none just a fluff fic

Note: writing this gave me an idea to potentially make a part 2 to this maybe I don’t know

Requested by anonymous: Hello, I really like how you write, if possible, could you do one of Chris Evans x male reader where Chris meets the reader, they were friends from those old years in Boston but they lost contact due to Chris's career, where the reader felt things for him (and he still does), but they never confessed until that reunion? I leave the reason for the reunion to your choice, as well as whether you leave it in fluff or in smut.

it was late at night and you were scrolling through your phone on instagram. when you suddenly got a memory notification when you clicked you saw a picture of you and another slightly taller and handsome man, right off the bat you knew who it was your best friend, Chris Evans. Chris and you had been friends for a long time, you grew up together in the lively streets of the American neighborhood in Boston. You had shared countless memories exploring the city, cheering on the Red Sox, and dreaming of their future. Chris was the charming and athletic one, always the life of the group, and everyone thought he was destined for great things. you on the other hand, were quieter and more thoughtful, often appreciating Chris's infectious energy but never quite feeling like you measured up. Seeing the photo it rose a feeling you’d long forgotten. A flicker of a smile on your lips as you realise just how much of a crush you’d had on Chris. through time you and Chris had slowly lost contract as Chris became more and more involved in his career. You went from talking to almost every day to talking to every few months and slowly to almost never talking. You felt the pang of guilt in your heart for not being so direct with Chris and confessing your feelings to him. you doubt he’d even recognise you if you’d meet him again.

You were about to swipe away when you suddenly saw a follow notification on Instagram. It was Chris, he had followed you. You couldn’t believe it. Your heart was beating so fast you felt it would burst out of your chest and your mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. Without thinking you quickly opened up his page in a daze. The first thing you noticed was the number of followers he had, of course he did he was a freaking celebrity now. You’d seen so many of his projects and you knew how talented he was. The second thing you realised when you saw his most recent photo was that he had not changed a bit, still as handsome as ever.

The realisation of that fact made you pause, you hadn’t spoken in so long. Why would he follow you? The feeling of excitement mixed with fear was overwhelming but you also couldn’t help that feeling of hope growing inside you. Maybe he felt the same way you did. It was stupid to even hope for it. He was a celebrity, he could have anyone he wanted, why would he want you? you quickly shook your head clearing these thoughts from your head, your heart just hurt.

Your phone suddenly vibrated, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was a notification from Chris. A message. You stared at the screen in disbelief for a moment and with a deep breath you opened up the message. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw the words “Hey it’s me Chris. Can’t believe it’s been years since that photo” a smile went across your face he got the same notification of the memory of you both as well He had found you again. You typed back with shaky fingers.

You: “Hey, Chris, it’s been a while” you replied, hoping your heart rate would return to normal.

Chris: “I know, too long. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to get in touch.”

You tried to think of something witty to say but your mind was blank. You had always been the quieter one among you two and talking to him now made you feel like a teenager again.

You: “I’ve always wanted to reach out and catch up” you admitted.

Chris: “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner. It’s just been crazy, you know?”

You: “Yeah, I understand, the whole practically knows you at this point.”

There were so many things you wanted to say, so many questions you wanted to ask. But it felt like there was an invisible barrier between you and him, all these thoughts and feelings held back by a wall of insecurity.

Chris: “well they know of me. They don’t know me not like you did…..I’m glad I found you again”

His simple words hit you unexpectedly. You could feel his sincerity through the screen, the connection that hadn’t faded after all these years. You tried to keep your cool.

You: “Same here, I’ve missed you.”

Chris: “Me too.”

The conversation was flowing so easily, but deep down you wanted it to be more. You knew you needed to tell him how you felt, you couldn’t go through life wondering what if.

Suddenly another message from him popped up.

Chris: “We should meet up, talk in person.”

Your heart was racing again. You couldn’t believe he wanted to see you, but you couldn’t deny the excitement you suddenly felt.

You: “That sounds great, when?”

Chris: “I’m actually in town at the moment. our college is having a a reunion this weekend. I was debating on whether or not to go ”

Your eyes widened at the message, he was here in the city? You didn’t even think you’d be able to see him today and he was already in town.

You: “Really? I barely even know of the reunion”

You couldn’t keep the eagerness out of your voice.

Chris: “Well now you do. And you should go, it could be fun. Imagine all those old memories.”

There was something about the way he said “old memories” that made your heart flutter.

You: “You’re right, it could be fun. but I’ve not exactly achieved much in the years. unlike you where you’ve practically become a massive actor”

It could be a chance. A chance to finally confront the feelings you’d shoved down so long ago.

Chris: “Come on you don’t sell yourself short. I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing you said even back in high school”

He remembered that? You couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he had paid that much attention to you. Chris had always been kind, but there was something different about the way he was talking to you now. Like he cared more.

Chris: “Promise me you’ll go to the reunion.”

He was being relentless, he clearly wanted you to be there.

You: “Okay okay I’ll go, I forgot how you can be pretty demanding”

You teased, it was a natural response after all the years of banter and friendly teasing.

Chris: “Hey, you loved my persistence.”

That message made you pause. It was just harmless banter but it brought back a thousand memories. Memories of you two hanging out in the streets of Boston, your late night walks, or the quiet moments of comfort when you were both tired and stressed. He was right you loved his persistence. A part of you always had. And still does.

Chris: “Can’t wait to see you again”

Your heart was beating rapidly at those words. You were finally going to see him after all these years. You felt like a high school student again.

You: “See you there”

And with that, the conversation had ended. You set your phone down, trying to process everything that just happened. Chris had found you and now you were going to see him again. All the feelings you’d buried so long ago were starting to flood back. You couldn’t help it, something was stirring in your chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety. But you couldn’t deny you were looking forward to it. Time seemed to crawl by after that, your mind fixated on the upcoming reunion.

Finally the day of the reunion arrived. You were nervous as hell, but also couldn’t help the small spark of excitement that was in your chest. You got ready quickly, not wanting to give yourself the time to doubt yourself. You chose your clothes carefully, you wanted to look nice. The thought of seeing Chris again made you want to look your best. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath before heading out.

The reunion was set to take place in your old college’s courtyard. When you arrived, you noticed people had already begun to gather. People you hadn’t seen in years and others you thought you had long forgotten. As you walked in, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd nervously, looking for one familiar face.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spotted him. Standing at the far end of the courtyard was Chris. The years had only enhanced his natural good looks and the air of fame followed him like a shadow. He was surrounded by a group of people, talking and laughing. You stood there, unnoticed, feeling like a teen all over again.

Chris suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on you and a smile broke across his face. He said a few quick words to his group before he started walking towards you.

Every step he took made your heart beat faster. He had noticed you, the way he had smiled made your knees weak. As he got closer, you tried to sound casual but you couldn’t keep the slight tremor from your voice.

“Hey, you actually came” He greeted you, that same infectious smile on his face.

“Yeah, I said I would” you tried to sound indifferent but your voice was betraying you. You looked up at him, and for a moment it felt like time had stopped. The years apart seemed to fade away, and it was just you and him, standing there in the middle of the courtyard.

Chris looked at you, his eyes studying you intently. “You look good” he said finally, a hint of something in his voice you couldn’t place.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” you managed to respond, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

Something about the way he was looking at you made you feel shy. It was different from before. But before you could speak again, he was looking around.

“Come on, I want to show you something”

he said, taking your hand in his. The gesture caught you off guard, but you were too flustered to object as he led you through the crowd.

He guided you through the crowds, his hand around yours. The contact of his skin against yours sent jolts of electricity through you, bringing back a flood of memories of your childhood together. You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of his hand holding onto yours but you were hyper aware of every little thing. As he pulled you along, you couldn’t help but feel like you were following a familiar path.

You realised quickly where he was leading you. It was to the spot you two used to spend a lot of time in. It was a quiet bench, away from the hustle and bustle of the campus.

When you were younger, it was often this spot that you and him would escape to. Sometimes simply to talk away from the others and hang out. it became a nostalgic spot. memories rushing in your head as you thought about all the stuff you’d talked about sitting on the chair and just rambling about crushes, dreams, fears and the things you wanted to do.

He stopped, gesturing for you to sit on the bench beside him.

You sat down next to him, the cool air of the evening bringing back waves of memories. You were acutely aware of the way he was looking at you, a small smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you remembered this place” you said, trying to distract yourself from the way your heart was racing.

"Of course I remembered.” He chuckled, looking around. “How could I forget? We practically lived here during our school days.”

There was something in the way he looked at the spot, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. It was as if he was reliving the memories just as vividly as you were.

The silence that followed was comfortable, as if the years apart hadn’t diminished the connection you had. He leaned back, resting his arms on the backrest of the bench, his hand nearly touching your arm.

“Remember how we used to talk for hours here?” he broke the silence, his gaze still on the scenery around.

You smiled faintly at his question. Those memories were some of your most treasured. Many nights spent sitting on this very bench, talking about dreams and ambitions, hopes and fears.

“How could I forget?” You replied, a hint of warmth in your voice. "We talked so long our voices always hurt the next morning”

He laughed heartily at that. "Yeah, those were some good times."

He finally looked at you, that warm smile still on his face.

"Seems like you remember all of it,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You tried not to show how his smile affected you, nodding slightly.

“Of course I do. I could never forget any of it.” Your voice lowered instinctively, the sincerity coming through.

His smile softened at your words, a flicker of something in his eyes that you couldn’t place. He paused for a moment, as if weighing his words, before speaking again.

“You know, those memories here... they mean a lot to me. And part of me was hoping you'd be here tonight.”

You were so stunned by his words that you forgot to breathe for a moment. Part of him was hoping you’d be here? Your heart was in your throat now, the air was crackling with tension.

"And why’s that?" You managed to get out, your voice betraying your nervous excitement.

His hand shifted on the bench, his fingers lightly brushing against your sleeve. "Because you’ve always been important to me."

He was looking at you intently, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. It was almost like a confession, but his eyes held more than just simple friendship.

Your heart leaped into your throat. His words, the way he was looking at you. Could it be..

You swallowed, trying to find your voice. “I-“

The words got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t get them out. A part of you wanted to say everything you felt, to finally confess after all these years, but the fear of rejection was holding you back.

Chris noticed your hesitation, his gaze now questioning but not leaving you. He moved subtly closer, his hand now gently wrapped around your shoulder, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

The feeling of his touch was both comforting and overwhelming. You looked up at him, the feelings you’d suppressed for so long bubbling inside you.

"No, it’s just-" you paused, looking down. "There’s something I need to tell you."

You braced yourself, trying to calm your racing heart. This was your chance, now or never.

He seemed to sense the seriousness in your voice, his hand still resting on your shoulder. "What is it?"

He looked slightly worried now, his eyes locked on yours. The silence between you was almost deafening.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. This was it. No more holding back.

"Chris, I-" the words got stuck in your throat again.

The feelings you’d kept hidden for so long were finally bubbling over, and the thought of rejection was scarier than anything, but you had to force the words out.

"I've always-“ you inhaled, gathering your courage. “I've always had feelings for you.”

The words hung in the air, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t dare look at his face, suddenly regretting the confession.

There was a silence that lasted for what felt like an eternity. And just as you started to fear the worst, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You have?”

You nodded hesitantly, looking up at him. He was staring back at you, his eyes wide and something like wonder there. There was something unreadable in his expression, a mix of emotions you couldn’t pinpoint. But he was still listening.

"Ever since high school," you admitted. “I never had the courage to tell you.”

He was still silent, processing your confession. But instead of the rejection you feared, he looked more like he was in shock.

"Ever since high school..?"

The question seemed to be more to himself than you, but you nodded again, the weight of the secret finally lifted from you.

He looked at you for a moment longer, his hand still on your shoulder. And then, unexpectedly, he laughed.

His laughter caught you off guard. You had been fully expecting denial or dismissal, but his laugh wasn’t mocking. It sounded like he was in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe what you’d told him.

You watched him, confusion written all over your face. “Why are you laughing?” You finally asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable

He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just..”

He trailed off, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. He looked almost amused, a hint of disbelief still on his face.

"Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?”

His question caught you off guard. “Wait, what?”

You stared at him, not quite understanding what he meant. Had he been waiting for you to confess? The thought seemed impossible.

But he was looking at you intently, his hand still on your shoulder, a faint smile on his lips. He was serious.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for years,” he repeated, his eyes never leaving yours.

His confession hit you like a truck. For years? He’d been feeling the same way but never said anything? You were completely stunned.

"You.. you’ve felt the same way all this time?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled faintly, giving you a gentle nod. “For as long as you did, I’d imagine. You just finally said it first.”

You were still trying to process his words. The fact that he had feelings for you this entire time was almost too much to grasp.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice wavering slightly.

He chuckled lightly, his hand subconsciously tracing small circles on your shoulder. “Probably the same reason you didn’t. Didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

His thumb was now tracing the outline of your collarbone. The gesture wasn’t sexual, more thoughtful and absentminded.

His touch was sending tingles down your spine. Hearing that he’d been worried about ruining the friendship made your heart flutter. The realisation that all the feelings you’d pushed down had been mutual for all this time was overwhelming.

“So then, what now?” you finally asked, your voice betraying the mixture of emotions within you.

His fingers curled around your shoulder, gently drawing you closer to him.

“What do you want to do?” he replied.

You didn’t need to think about the answer. You looked up at him, your body now almost touching his.

“I want this,” you answered breathlessly.

His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could sense the hint of longing in it.

You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sure,” you said, feeling his fingers on your skin. “I want you.”

He pulled you closer to him, his hand now on your lower back. The distance between you was gone. He looked at you, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen before.

“your sure?.” He spoke, his voice low. “it’s gonna be intense. there’s gonna headlines. flashing paparazzi cameras every time we go out. travelling the world with me to film.”

You looked up at him, the warnings in his voice clear. He was right, being with him was dangerous. It would change your life.

But at that moment, you realised you didn’t care.

You didn’t care about the possible trouble, the headlines or the cameras. All you knew was that you wanted him, and you wanted everything with him.

“I’m sure” you repeated firmly, your voice filled with determination. “I want everything with you.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes now sparkling with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

He raised his hand slowly to your face, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw before cupping your chin. He leaned in towards you, his breath warm against your skin.

“then I’m not letting you go” he said, his voice low. “not after all this time.”

The words sent a shiver through you, his breath against your skin making you weak.

"You better not," you replied, your voice soft but filled with conviction.

He chuckled lightly, his hand still holding your chin, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

"Don’t worry, I won’t," he said, his voice filled with promise.

With that, he leaned in closer, his lips finally meeting yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, as if he was testing the waters. But something clicked inside both of you, years of suppressed feelings and denied affection finally bubbling over.

The kiss quickly grew more passionate, his hand moving from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

The feeling of his lips against yours was electric, a wave of emotions crashing over you. Your hands moved of their own accord, grabbing the front of shirt, pulling him closer while desperately kissing him back.

He responded enthusiastically, his hands holding you tightly against him, the kiss getting more and more heated with each passing moment.

His tongue teased at your lips, asking for entry, and you let him in without hesitating. The kiss grew more intense, his hands moving to slide through your hair, his actions now filled with a hunger that you reciprocated.

It was all-consuming, years worth of suppressed feelings finally bursting free.

His arms were around you now, holding you tightly against his chest. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, the other was caressing your back, his long fingers drawing small circles on your spine.

The kiss was deep and searing, a tangle of lips and tongues, filled with years of pent-up desire. It was like coming home. You both pulled back to catch your breath your forehead pressed against his.

He looked at you, his breath ragged, his eyes darkened with a mix of passion and something akin to awe.

"Why-" he said between breaths, his hand still tangled in your hair. "Why the hell didn’t we do that years ago?”

You laughed, your own breaths still ragged, your heart racing in your chest. You placed a hand gently on his cheek, running your thumb over his lips.

"We were stupid" you whispered, a smile on your lips. "All those years, all the time wasted."

He chuckled, leaning into your touch. “I could have been kissing you for years and you had to go and wait so long.”

He moved a hand to your cheek, mirroring your gesture as he traced your features with his thumb. His touch was gentle, almost reverent.

"Still, it’s better late than never." He added, a hint of a smile on his lips. you put your head on his shoulder. his hand around you waist. As you cuddled on the bench together watching the sunset. your heart racing at a speed you couldn’t even comprehend. You’d finally gotten the man of your dreams. The man you wanted for so long. almost instinctively you nuzzle your head into his neck and you say the words “I love you.”

He froze for a moment at your words, the atmosphere becoming even more intimate. It was silent for a moment, before he spoke, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"I love you too."

His words were simple, but they sent a rush of warmth through your body. He held you tighter, his chin resting on your head. The world around you almost faded away, the only thing that matter was the two of you now.