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glorious-imagines · 18 hours

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to be a muse

Description: Benedict meets a fascinating young woman

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Warnings: I think I made Benedict a bit of a himbo but that's okay. the reader is still black and even though she's charlotte's daughter, I made it so she's any skin tone which lowkey makes sense given how wild genetics work

Benedict stared at the painfully blank canvas of his family's drawing room. Hyacinth's and Gregory's laughter could be heard running about in the family's home. Kate and Anthony were doing god knows what, honestly, he felt like he was going to throw up from the love that came from the both of them.

"Brother, I fear I'm in a rut," Benedict announced while plopping himself down in between Colin and Eloise. He reached over and stole one of Eloise's bonbons.

"I beg your pardon," Colin said as he jolted awake from Benedict's sudden appearance.

"Nothing, and I mean nothing, has inspired me. Idle hands," He waved his hands in the air for extra effort.

"You are out of inspiration and you woke me up to tell me this," Colin tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes but nothing was working as Benedict yapped on and on about art.

"Yes," Benedict shrugged.

"Have you tried going to the museum? I hear there is a new exhibit. It might spark something for you," Eloise just wanted to eat her bonbons in peace.

"That's why you are my favorite, " He ruffled her hair before dashing off to find his coat before heading to the museum.

He stood in front of a painting for what felt like hours. It seemed like he was waiting for something to come to him, his inspiration. Footsteps shuffled around him, yet, Benedict remained unmoved.

"I find his work to capture the inquisitive nature of who he paints," A melodic voice came from behind him. He turned a saw a woman around his age with the most beautiful features. Delectable lips, and round cheeks, and her skin looked like it was kissed by the gods themselves. The gorgeous shade of brown, he had ever seen.

"You do? That is a refreshing perspective. My family thinks them all to be faces on a canvas," He probably should have addressed her more formally but for now he was happy to have someone share interests with him.

"They are but they are also so much more. Each brush stroke is an attempt to capture a moment. No matter how imperfect it may be," She looked at him with a small smile playing on her lips. His eyes lingered there a little long before dragging down the rest of her body. She did not have the clothing of a commoner. She must be a lady, he thought to himself.

"Are you a painter?" He asked.

"I am talentless in art, I'm afraid but that doesn't stop me from enjoying it. And what about you?" She shook her head and he noticed the bouncy curls that fell from her scalp. He was becoming more and more entranced by the moment.

"I dabble. I am not great enough for a museum. My siblings believe it to be my hobby," He admitted rather shyly.

"Yet. You are not great enough for a museum, yet. Mister?" She asked for his name.

"Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton," Benedict gave her a small smile as he introduced himself. She chuckled slightly.

"It has been wonderful chatting with you, Mr. Bridgerton, but I fear I may have to leave." She looked disappointed that their conversation had come to an end. Benedict looked up at the painting and began to speak.

"What is your name so I may fin-" He looked down and she was gone. She had disappeared into the crowd before he could finish his statement. He pushed to the entrance of the museum but there was nothing.

"All of this happened and you did not catch the lady's name?" Colin asked as he and Benedict made their way away from the mothers who all wanted their daughters paired with a Bridgerton.

"She was perfect. I only entertained Mother's idea of me coming to the ball tonight in hopes of seeing her," Benedict said while adjusting his waistcoat and smiling at some of the season's eligible debutantes but none of them were her.

"And if she's not here?" Colin asked, his eyebrows squinted and a bit concerned by the potential answer.

"I will simply cease," He deadpanned.

"Cease what?"

"To exist," Benedict said and watched as more and more people arrived at the ball. Even the Queen was in attendance, but someone far more interesting trailed behind her.

"Stop hitting me. Mother, he's hitting me," Colin said as Benedict repeatedly tapped his brother's shoulder. Benedict's eyes were wide as they trailed the woman he met in the museum.

"That's her. That's the woman," Benedict said watching her gracefully walk across the room. She was dressed in the finest silks and her curls that were wild and free earlier were pinned back.

"Well, that cannot be," His mother started. Her son could not have been talking about her. That would have been impossible.

"What are you talking about? She is right there. Even more beautiful than when I saw her last," He noted her appearance before quickly bowing in the presence of Queen Charlotte. Sure, the family had her favor, but even they knew their place.

"Bridgertons, I do not think I have introduced my daughter. Princess Y/N, she takes after me in beauty of course," The Bridgertons turned and then bowed in front of the Princess who looked mortified.

"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintances," She spoke softly as her gaze held Benedict's. He understood why she dashed away. The scandal of an unmarried princess wandering the museum alone. Especially, considering how long the two of them spoke together.

"A pleasure indeed," He would see her again. He had to find his muse.

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glorious-imagines · 18 hours

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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glorious-imagines · 1 day

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for all my fellow writers out there:

go find a random word generator and write a short story / poem using it. the only rule? you have to write something. if you can write more, write more, if you can't? stop after at least some conclusion of some sort, reroll the word.

it can be as wacky as you want, but just write.

you can use this one <3

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Colorless part two: Coloring (Wally West x f!reader)

TW: talks of character death, grief

Wally was so busy being brought up to speed with everything he missed that you’d barely gotten to talk to him, let alone spend time with him. You stayed close to Dick in the cave but your eyes never strayed far from Wally. Judging by the way your eyes met every few minutes, it was mutual.

“You look traught,” Dick noted.

Sighing, you glanced at your friend. “Wally’s back and I should be happy and I mean, I am happy, but I’m also worried. What if things are different?”

Dick nodded his head, throwing his arm across your shoulders. “And they might be. But you’re still you, and I’m sure Wally’s still Wally. I’ve never seen two people more in love; you’ll figure it out.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, missing the way Wally’s face fell when you did. “Thanks, D.”

*******

After a few hours that felt like days, Wally was assessed, debriefed, and cleared to go home. He made his way over to you and Dick at what would normally be a glacial pace for him.

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go see my parents tonight.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No that’s, that’s okay. I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow okay?”

Your heart fell but you tried to reel your emotions in. This must be a lot for him to handle. Maybe he just needed time? Even though it hurt, if that’s what he needed, you would give it to him.

“Okay, I’ll be at home when you’re ready,” you offered.

He nodded before addressing Dick. “Walk with me?”

Dick nodded, turning to you. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you tried to smile but were sure it looked like a grimace.

The two walked away, leaving you standing there with terror in your heart. Was Wally going to be okay? Were the two of you?

********

Wally beat Dick to the Zeta Tubes before turning to face his friend, a frown of his freckled face.

“Really, man, (Y/N)? I mean, I know she’s perfect, but that’s a line you shouldn’t have crossed.”

Dick stepped back, confused. “What?”

“Did you even wait for her to get over me or did you just take advantage of a moment of weakness?”

“Wally, you need to calm down. There is nothing between me and (Y/N).”

Wally paused, waiting for his friend to continue.

“She has been an absolute mess since you… since it happened. We didn’t just lose you, we lost her too.”

Wally’s heart fell. “What do you mean?”

“She stopped being (Y/N), she just sort of, existed. She won’t let anyone in.”

The speedster’s frown deepened. “But I saw you two tonight. She barely left your side.”

Dick sighed. “She doesn’t talk to anyone else anymore. Quit the team, doesn’t answer calls, won’t accept visits. Bart and I, we tried to help her, but she just hasn’t been the same.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Wally looked up at his best friend. “I’m sorry, Rob.”

Dick put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be. It’s a lot, for anyone.”

The redhead dropped his face into his hands. “What am I gonna do?”

“(Y/N) still loves you. She needs to hear that you still love her too.”

*******

A knock on your door pulled you from your troubled daze. The clock beside you read just after 3 in the morning. Opening the door revealed Wally standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a to go tray of coffees.

“Wally?”

“Hi,” he breathed. “Can I come in?”

You stood back to let him in. “Of course you can, you live here. If you want to, that is.”

He smiled softly at you. “Of course I still want to, why wouldn’t I want to? Do you want me to?”

Your eyes widened at his words as you followed him to the couch. “Yes, I still want you to, it just didn’t seem like you really wanted to come home earlier.”

“Yeah well earlier, I saw you with Dick and assumed the worst. Sorry about being rude.”

“You’re forgiven.”

He smiled at you before the two of you collapsed into an awkward silence.

“So…what have you been doing the past three years?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I run an animal shelter and volunteer with underprivileged youth.”

“You sound busy.”

“My therapist said finding a hobby would help with the depression.”

Wally froze. “Depression?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Wally, my other half just up and disappeared into thin air and I couldn’t stop it. It was… a lot to deal with.”

He ducked his head. “I am so, so, sorry for that.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Walls, you were doing the right thing. I would have done the same thing. I tried to, actually, I just couldn’t get to you in time. So really I’m the one that should be sorry.”

“We can both be sorry. I’m just more sorry.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Why would you be more sorry?”

“Because I made you miss all-you-can-eat pizza night at Gotham Pizza.”

A genuine laugh escaped your lips for the first time in over three years. “Seriously?”

He laughed too. “Yeah, those pizzas are awesome!”

“They were always my favorite, especially when they put on the extra cheese.”

The laughter faded. “Are they still any good?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t been in three years.”

“But that’s your favorite pizza place.”

You tentatively grasped his hand, thrilled when you tightened his fingers around yours. “It wouldn’t be the same without you. Nothing is.”

Wally opened his mouth but you reached forward and covered it with your hand. “I don’t need to hear how sorry you are. You have nothing to be sorry for and you’re already forgiven.”

His eyes crinkled and you felt a warm, wetness on your palm. You pulled your hand back, giggling. “Gross, Walls!”

He laughed with you, his eyebrows waggling. “That’s not what you normally say when I use my tongue.”

You rolled your eyes, your smile widening. “Gosh you’re such a doof!”

You spent the rest of the night laughing, joking, and getting reacquainted with one another. It was like nothing had changed between you and slowly the colors started brightening around the edges of your world. During that time, you realized it was silly to be so worried; Wally would always be your Wally and you would always be his.

When the sun started to rise, Wally stretched his arms and groaned. Gently, you stroked the side of his neck, the feel of his skin sending an instant thrill through your system.

“Y’know babe, I really am more sorry,” he started, bringing up your conversation from earlier.

Tugging on his hair, you rolled your eyes. “No reason to be.”

“Yeah there is.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because it made me wait an extra three years to give you this.”

Your heart stalled in your chest. In your suddenly outstretched palm was a small velvet box, the lid lifted to display a gorgeous yellow diamond and ruby ring.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met when you kicked Robin in the head and I promise to love you every day for the rest of existence if you let me. I know I hurt you but I’m gonna make that up to you. I’ve been carrying this around in my pocket for four and half years and I didn’t wanna carry it another day. Please, (Y/N) will you give me the honor of letting me call you my wife?”

You grinned, the giddy feeling in your chest spreading throughout your entire body.

“Will you still call me babe too?”

He blinked. “Well yeah, I didn’t really expect ‘my wife’ to become your new nickname, I just meant that in general like introducing you to people and telling all our friends—”

You cut him off. “Then yes.”

He relaxed, his grin taking over his freckled face and his emerald eyes glittering with unshed tears. Slowly, he took the ring out of the box and took your left hand to slip it on your fourth finger. Wally stared at it for a moment before his eyes flicked up to find yours. You smiled softly at each other for a moment before Wally leaned in and slanted his warm mouth against yours. And in that moment, your entire world exploded back into color.

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Colorless (Wally West x reader)

TW: character death, grief, trauma

“Cease? Cease what?” Jaime said beside you.

Your head whipped to the side to glance at Blue. “What?”

“Scarab said Kid Flash is going to ‘cease’ in sixteen seconds!”

Without a second thought you took off toward the crystal, hoping to stop whatever was happening to your boyfriend. You’d made it just as a burst of energy hit him again, giving him the illusion of being transparent.

“Wally!” You screamed as you tried to catch him, but another burst hit him and he flickered.

He turned to you with tears in his eyes. “I love you.”

A burst hit you, throwing you to the frozen ground. The last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was the energy disappearing and Wally along with it.

*******

The beeping in the room nagged at your mind. You blinked, trying to move your head. It was so bright in the room. And would the beeping stop?

“(Y/N), you’re awake,” you could hear the relief in Nightwing’s voice. Instead of answering him though, you asked the only question that mattered.

“Wally?”

Dick dropped his eyes down and reached forward to grasp your hand. He didn’t say anything, but you knew your memory of Wally disappearing wasn’t just a nightmare, it was real.

Numb. Should you feel anything other than numb? You could hear your friend still talking to you, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered; Wally was gone.

*******

Three years. Three long, empty years without the love of your life. People say the pain lessens as time goes on, but they’re wrong; the pain doesn’t lesson, sometimes you just grow strong enough to bear it.

You tried to carry on, you knew Wally wouldn’t want you to wallow, but the world’s color seemed to fade away since he disappeared. It was Wednesday, which meant Bart would be at your house soon for game night. He and Dick had been insistent on weekly visits with you since Wally’s death; he came to play video games and eat junk food and Dick met you for coffees on Thursdays.

Slowly, you shuffled the intake papers to one side of your table for filing tomorrow. Then you tidied up and pulled out all the junk food you’d bought the day before. Soon after, Bart was speeding through your door and on your couch with a video game controller in his hands. All night he tried to make you laugh but as with most things in your life now, things didn’t seem as bright anymore.

When your phone rang later that evening, you were surprised to see Dick’s face on the screen.

“(Y/N)? We need you at the cave.”

*******

You rushed through the cave to the training deck, where Dick, M’Gann, Conner, and Kaldur were standing around a large metal contraption still humming from use. Dick turned when he heard you, his body exposing a flash of red hair behind him.

“Babe?”

His voice froze you on the spot. You couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t let yourself hope. Slowly, you leaned around Dick’s frame to see Wally standing in the frame of the machine. He grinned, stretching his arms out toward you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Was this another dream, one that would rip you apart all over again once you woke up?

Seeing your hesitation, Wally’s face fell and he slowly dropped his arms to stuff his hands in the pocket of his jeans. His sadness had you scrambling to find your voice; dream or not, you couldn’t watch him suffer.

“Are you… are you really here?”

He nodded. “Yeah, babe, I’m back.”

You glanced at Dick who nodded once at you for confirmation. Without a second thought you rushed forward and threw yourself against Wally’s muscly chest and wrapped your arms around his frame with as much strength as you could muster. When you felt him do the same, you broke down, the tears flowing freely over your lash line.

He tucked his cheek against the top of your head, shushing you and whispering reassurances that he was there with you. After a while this way, it finally sunk in:

Wally was home.

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EXO and the CUBE

There are multiple times we see the symbolism of the Cube in Exo's mvs. Things you (maybe) didn't notice:-

-We find it appears as a cubical box given to Kyungsoo in Overdose mv as they are shown being trapped in a maze. He sees glimpses of their future and empties the sand in it.

-A surprising link I found was in Obsession's concept photos. I noticed that baek and suho stand in and out of a cube literally made of glass & light:

-Tempo is wholly based on this cube and SM further makes things complicated for EXO-Ls 👻. Notice the white text on this teaser image:

They solve the puzzles in different rooms which are in the bigger "cube": jongdae + chanyeol 🎤, kyungsoo + xiu♟️, kai 🎹 / sehun 🥂 / chen in the bar, Baek + Suho 💡 in the room with a bed (another cube imagery!)

The image below clears all doubts that the 🟥 is nothing but the maze we see in Overdose and Lucky one. I'll talk more about this in a different post dedicated to Tempo.

Notice how the logo of EXODUS - 2nd album is awfully similar to the Necker cube which appears in Don't Mess Up My Tempo Album:

The lyrics of Exodus rightly explain they are in a maze in that era:

I'm still trying to understand the concept of the best kpop group♡. Thank you for reading 😊 and have a nice day.

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glorious-imagines · 3 days

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Happy Tweaker Thursday ❤️

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😎

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glorious-imagines · 3 days

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whoever created this I wish beautiful things for you 🥹

#picrew #my little pony #she so cute!#I should give her a name

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glorious-imagines · 3 days

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i love to make fun of notorious white woman Taylor Swift and all of her embarrassing attempts to appear deeper than a plate of soup.

#as a fan of tay tay #I approve this msg #🥰😘

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glorious-imagines · 4 days

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Don't Wanna Be Torn

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Jason lay on his bed, staring at his stained ceiling as he tossed a stress ball. He hadn't gone to see Isabel or the twins. Not yet. Not when he had Gabby's words swirling in his head like a maelstrom. Not when he had to make another choice that would shake his foundations. In hindsight, he should've thought about the first foundation-shaking choice more deeply. He probably would've been able to still be happy with Y/n.

Y/n... Not a day had gone by that she wasn't on his mind. The true object of his affection. He missed the catch, and the plushy ball landed on his face with a soft thunk. A light huff escaped his nostrils, and he just laid there, eyes closed. Basking in the silence. Images of Y/n flashed in his mind. His heart is aching for her.

When the image of her laughing with Conner shot forth, his lids opened abruptly. Of course. Even in his own mind, there is no peace. He should be used to that by now. His mind has never been a place of comfort. Y/n probably wouldn't be happy if he came running back to her. Uprooting the work she's taken to heal her hurt. He wouldn't forgive himself, either.

He sat up, the stress ball rolling down his face as he did so. He stared at it for a moment. It was a stupid gift from Roy. He'd gotten it at the at the last minute for one of his birthdays. Jason hardly celebrates such a day. But this stupid two-dollar toy from a nearby gift store was all that remained. He didn't fully understand why, but he cherished the ball. When Roy gave it to him, he said, don't forget to think about you. Jason had since taken it everywhere.

He stuffed it in his pocket with a centering huff. "Time to face the music." He wasn't at all enthusiastic about what he was going to do. But almost thirty minutes later, he was outside Isabel's hospital room.

He takes a breath. And another. The haze in his mind cleared, but his heart seemed to constrict. His hands were getting clammy as he reached to open the door. He swallowed when he saw Isabel sitting between the twins incubators.

Isabel's face lights up when she notices him. "Jay! Hi, I didn't think you were coming."

He grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it to the foot of her bed. "Hey, Isabel. How are you? You feeling okay after everything?"

"Yeah, it was a surprise, but myself and our babies are fine." She took a sip of the little orange juice cup.

He nods with a barely noticeable, somber smile on his face. "Good, I'm glad."

Silence quickly invades the room. It steals the air of normalcy and creates a smog of tension. Isabel's eyes seem to be trained on her juice cup. Jason's were fixed on her.

And they stay like that for what feels like hours to Isabel. She huffs in annoyance and looks back at him. Her face is scrounged in an awkward mix of apprehension and annoyance. "She told you, right? Gabby? About that guy?"

Jason snorts and grabs one of her juice cups, poking a straw into the top before taking a drink. Isabel watches with a growing pit in her stomach.

"I don't wanna cause you too much stress, so I'll get to the point." He started when she finished the small drink and placed it back on the table. "I know they're not mine."

"Jaso--"

"I think you've said more than enough these past months. It is absolutely shit that you derailed the trajectory of my life to make me play father to someone else's kids.

"Jason, please--"

"Not done." He levels his oceanic blues into her, through her. "I was prepared to marry her. She was it for me. And you stole that life from me."

To her, he is scarily calm. He should be yelling. Yelling would be less stressful. Even if it woke the twins, she would prefer his anger to... whatever the hell he was giving her. If the twins suddenly woke, they would have no choice but to end this conversation.

"I will never forgive you for that. It hurt me, but more importantly, it hurt Y/n. And she deserves so much more." He could feel the heat of his pain welling up. He took a deep breath. "I'm not upset about that guy. I never said we were official. From the start, I was only here for the twins. I would've helped, Isabel. You were my friend. I would've helped if you asked."

"Were?" She involuntarily questions.

"After all this, there's no way we can maintain the relationship we once had."

The tears pooling in her sapphires spilled over. "Jason, please, I'm sorry."

He stands and stretches. "M'gonna call in some favors. Get you set for when you leave."

"Jason..."

"If you need anything for the twins, and I doubt you will, you have my number. But only for the twins. I won't respond to anything else, and if you try to trick me, I'll cut you off completely." He opens the door and says, "Goodbye, Isabel."

...

At the gala, Conner let Y/n know what he'd said to Jason. He described it as childish and stupid, and he was very sorry. And he dropped to his knees and begged her not to ghost him or something.

It was super embarrassing, but also incredibly hilarious. Such a huge guy was on his knees, begging for forgiveness, and putting on such a show. She laughed, genuinely and heartily as she pulled him up. She gave him another shot, but he had to work double time if he wanted her to be with him. He was more than happy to agree, of course.

From then on, he'd been attached at the hip to her. She didn't mind; she liked having him work so hard for her. She wished Jason had done the same. They wouldn't be in the mess they currently find themselves.

Not that she actually knew what he was going through. She just knew that chick would be a hand full. If she wasn't pregnant, she'd have hit her. And she definitely would've deserved it.

Thinking about her made Y/n's blood boil. So she stopped. And maybe that's what she's needed all along. To just stop. Though her heart aches for Jason, his sense of responsibility takes him elsewhere. And even if he were to come back...

The thought of leaving Conner pulled her full lips down and made her stomach swirl in the worst way. He felt comforting and warm. A feeling that wasn't new to her but was severely missed. Like he was hot tea on a bitterly cold night.

"Y/n?"

She looked up from idly circling her martini glass rim. "Hm?"

"You okay? Seem a bit lost."

"Just a bit of thinking."

"Not about boys. Pleeaase not about boys," Shana whined childishly.

Y/n puckered her lips, her head turning up a bit and away, her eyes going back to her friend like a puppy that made a mess of the trash. Shana chuckled and elbowed her lightly. "Because of course you are," she said, rolling her eyes. "So, what's the problem this time?"

Y/n shrugs, taking a sip of her martini. "There isn't one. I think I'm finally moving on from Jason."

Shana's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and her lips pursed. "Yeah, alright."

"I'm serious. No gotcha's. But listen, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"What would you say if I said I was thinking about moving to Metropolis?"

Shana's eyes go wide, completely confounded, as she stares into Y/n's soul. "Perdeste a cabeça?! You didn't even move on Jason this fast! Did that super freak brainwash you?" Shana snatches her head up and examines it with her magic.

Y/n shoves her off. "Shana, girl, I love you, but if you ever put your hands on me like that again, I'ma forget you my best friend."

Shana is still looking at her as if she's hiding something, to which Y/n rolls her eyes. "I'm not going for Conner, fucking duh."

"Then why?"

"I may or may not have been aiming for a spot on the Justice League for the past few years."

Shana freezes for a moment, scrutinizing her for a moment. After a minute, she snorts and then bursts into laughter. "You're kidding, right?"

Y/n's lip quirks up in a frown, and she plucks her on the forehead. "Here I was talking about something other than the men in my life, and here you are being an ass."

"Ow, okay," Shana says, rubbing the spot where she plucked. "Sorry, geez."

"Anyway, Superman and a few others wanna hold interviews, and they want me to do some kinda trial run in Metropolis."

"Why? You're great at what you do."

"Yes, but am I JL great? That's what they wanna find out. Besides, I never planned on staying in Gotham for so long. I think my true calling is Manhattan, anyway."

"Why am I just finding out about this anyway?

"Because you have close relations with the Batfamily."

"Batfamily? What the fuck? Where did that BS name come from?"

It was Y/n's turn to scrutinize Shana. "Batfamily? You not bouta tell me you've never heard that before."

"Should I have?"

"Literally everyone says it."

"No, they don't."

"Yes, they do."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"I'm not doing this with your ass right now." She downs the rest of her drink and gathers her things. "Pay for this martini, and I swear I'll spot you later."

"We both know that's a lie, but sure, get outta here. Amo-te, desarrumado." They kiss each other on the cheeks, and Y/n departs.

As Y/n is walking to her apartment, she has the misfortune of running into a couple of low-level criminals trying to steal a car.

"You know, I don't think that's yours."

"And I think you'd best move along." He pulls a gun on her, but she is unphased by it. "Less you wanna be a victim to this crime."

"I bet you thought you ate that one." The criminals look up just as a figure falls from the sky and lands on one of them.

Y/n knew that physique well. It used to embrace her while she cooked breakfast at three in the morning. Shield her from the demons that plagued her in the dark. That voice that whispered sweet nothings when he thought she was sleeping. That voice that chortled mockingly at something that she hadn't meant as a joke, but she joined in the mirth. And when those eyes landed on her, she could feel the moment he first told her, I love you.

And just for a moment, she wanted to run into his arms and say it back. Just for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel all those things again.

"Can we talk?"

"I really don't want to do that."

"Please, Y/n?"

She had to look away from him. The slight tremble in his tone as he pleaded, the glossy bit of hope that seemed to fill his eyes overwhelmed her. Even with his mask on, she still knew him so well.

She crossed her arms tightly over her abdomen, her hands cradling her biceps protectively. She huffs and does nothing else, but Jason quickly deals with the criminals and calls the police.

She follows him to his motorcycle, where he puts her helmet on her, making sure it's secure. She wraps her arms around his midsection, and he pats her hands twice. The whole exchange is silent, and the ride follows suit. As well as the climb to the roof of the clock tower, where Jason walks behind her, ready to catch her.

Both hearts hammer in their chests. Both minds fuzzy and anxious. Hands fiddling with each other.

Above them, the stars twinkle and glitter. Their own conversations endless. She wondered what they spoke of. If the language they used ever became a hindrance to them.

Jason took a seat just a bit behind her. His arms were propped up on his knees as he gazed at her. He swallowed, and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. His teeth clenched and his jaw set, his brows furrowing while he scrutinized the way her eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

"Just like stars." He murmured abruptly.

And when she turned those eyes on him, he felt his breath catch. The world seemed to slow along with his heart. A wave of serenity washed over him.

"Hm?"

"Your eyes. They always remind me of stars."

Warmth fills her face, and her nose tingles. "O-oh, I-- th-thank you." Just as her words her heart stutters. Because, of course, he can make her feel just like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush.

"I miss you, Y/n." He closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips and a weight lifting from his shoulders. "I miss you so damn much."

She bites her bottom lip to keep from saying it back. She takes a deep breath through her nostrils and blinks away tears. A war started in her the moment she saw him. And she was determined not to succumb to it.

She looks away. Back out at the plagued city below. "You wanted to talk. So talk."

His head hangs, a tired breath escaping his lips. "The kids turned out to not be mine.

Her heart picks up pace, and her head whips back around to him. Brows slowly knit together, her bottom lip quivering with her shakey breath. "Kids?"

He explains everything that's led up to this moment. "I won't pretend I'm not entirely hurt and disappointed by this. I just—I want you back. I was an idiot to ever leave you."

He lets his words sink in a bit, and they do sink in. They permeate and invade. She feels... dizzy? Dazed? Her mind is fuzzy, and her loud heart is beating her ears. And his words--.

Gently, his hands cupped her face, soft like petals to his touch. His eyes, intense, warm, and focused drink in her own, uneasy, anticipating, and longing. His lips quirked up slightly on the right, strained and bittersweet. He brought her forehead down to his lips, planting a lingering kiss, then pulled her into an encompassing embrace.

"I'm sorry... I can't seem to stay away from you."

And she was sorry, too. She didn't want him to stay away. Fuck.

~~~

damn part 5. I remember when I said this would be no more than 5 parts... welp

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