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cassie + body claim around mid-late arc two
#nsft cw#since we r in a state of Undress#but god i am. im going insane ab it actually#cassie and gaining weight as a sign of healing cassie and finding happiness in her body#cassie and healing from the the eating disorder and body dysmorphia#they never fully go away they always linger in her head but. cassie and consciously allowing herself happiness#in whatever form it takes#caspian: physique.#caspian: edits.#caspian: alt fc — brynne.
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Pinky Promise (Tummy Hurts)
He’s in love with her.
Lily Evans couldn't shake off the irritation that manifested as a clenched jaw as she observed the way James Potter gazed at Cassie Gregory during the first five minutes of the Quidditch game. She hadn’t been able to eat that morning, anticipating this scenario in countless ways in her head. It was worse in real life, and now anxious bubbles were building in her stomach, making her queasy.
Cassie Gregory was a remarkable blonde standing at an impressive six-foot-one, perfectly complementing James' towering six-foot-three frame. It was no surprise that she seemed to captivate him, she caught everyone’s eye. Lily observed Cassie's radiant golden locks glimmering in the sunlight as she confidently leaned on her broomstick, overseeing the Quidditch field with sharp, hawk-like eyes in pursuit of the elusive Snitch for Gryffindor’s victory. Cassie's determined jawline and flawless physique were evident even from Lily's elevated position in the stands.
Lily knew why James was smitten with Cassie, but that didn’t make the matter any less annoying. (Read on A03)
Cassie was older, a skilled Quidditch player, and embodied the attractive sports girl aesthetic. Despite her popularity, Cassie's leadership in the dueling club, coupled with a penchant for jinxing those who crossed her, revealed a somewhat narcissistic nature.
Naturally, Cassie prioritized personal victory over the team's success. She wasn’t captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but she sure as hell acted like it sometimes. Even now she was shouting orders at Marlene, one of Lily’s friends, to stop missing passes. Lily half wished Marlene would tackle the blonde off her broom, but Marlene was better at self control than Lily was.
“And Potter’s got the quaffle, he’s heading down the field!” The commentator announced loudly.
Lily looked through her binoculars and found James, leading a chase with the quaffle down field. His arm muscle flexed over the ball, and Lily felt her heart jump when he turned his head and she got to see his cocky smile directed at his opponent. She’d give anything to see that smile aimed at her, in a dark hallway.
Sadly, they were just friends, and she likely couldn’t hold a candle to Cassie fucking Gregory. Lily was the opposite, as far as Cassie was concerned. Firstly, she was James' age; secondly, she did not fly a broomstick. To top it all off, her tits might be good to look at, but her arse was no contender as it was flatter than a pancake. At five foot two, she was tiny standing next to him and probably reminded James of a third year. Her compassionate nature and tendency to care deeply also made her quick to erupt into tears, thanks to her big heart.
Good tits and a big heart, Lily had certainly thought that’d be enough until now.
As James passed by Lily’s side of the stadium, a high-five exchange with Cassie ensued, briefly illuminated by the sun. Lily's discomfort intensified when Cassie blew James a kiss. Her face collapsed and anyone who actually cared about her, would’ve noticed she’d gone completely still. Stillness was never a good sign where Lily was concerned.
She heard James’ laugh chase the wind, and she felt her knees weaken. He had the biggest, loudest, most intoxicating laugh she’d ever heard. Jealousy sprung into her throat as she realized he was laughing because of something Cassie had said, and that was not okay. Lily didn’t understand why it wasn’t okay, but Merlin, she’d love to block Cassie from even looking his way.
Lily sighed deeply.
"Ugh," came an agreeing tone next to her. "Two jocks flirting in mid-air. They're disgusting."
"For what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies," she murmured to Severus Snape, her best friend, trying to sound as if she were casually discussing the weather rather than the stomachache she had from realizing she wasn’t even in James’ league.
"Yeah, and raise them up to be a couple of monsters like their mother and father," Severus rolled his eyes.
“They aren’t monsters, Sev.”
"People as dimwitted as those two airheads shouldn't be able to reproduce."
“Cassie is the best dueler in her year, and James is—”
“A bully?” Sev counted off on his fingers. “A idiot, a showoff, a arrogant toe—”
“He’s all of those things,” Lily placed a hand on Sev’s knee to calm him down, “but Potter can still outpace us both in test scores.”
“He probably cheats,” Sev picked lint off his robes. “I’m sure he cheats, actually.”
“Okay, Sev.” Lily rolled her eyes, knowing for a fact James wasn’t cheating; he was just too smart for his own good.
It’s what got him into trouble the most.
It got Lily in trouble too.
Turns out, she had a type, and arrogant jocks with good grades were it.
Lily chewed on her lip, her green eyes zeroing in on James, who had just captured the Quaffle from Ravenclaw. Actually, no, Hufflepuff was playing. Oops . Lily just didn’t really care to notice, given that she’d been fixated on the interplay between Cassie and James. She was obsessively trying to decipher if the rumor about them was true, and it was eating her alive inside.
She hadn’t even been able to eat breakfast that morning.
Severus nudged her gently, breaking her concentration. "What's with you today?"
She tore her gaze away from James and Cassie, glancing at Severus with a half-hearted smile. "Just not in the mood for Quidditch, I guess."
Severus raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You love quidditch."
Lily sighed, admitting defeat. "Not today, I don’t."
Severus snorted. "Well, then why did you drag me out when we could’ve been looking for bowtruckles for my potion?”
As Lily tried to redirect her attention to the match, her mind continued to wander back to the topic of James and Cassie. The Quaffle passed between players, and she half-heartedly cheered when Gryffindor scored. The game was fun, but Lily couldn't shake the knot in her stomach, wondering about the truth behind the rumors.
Everyone was buzzing about James Potter supposedly snogging Cassie yesterday in Hogsmeade. Lily had been occupied with prefect rounds and missed the first half of the Hogsmeade trip, while everyone else seemed to have witnessed it. Even her own housemates claimed to have spotted James Potter and Cassie Gregory engaging in a passionate display.
Marlene McKinnon had practically erupted in outrage when she returned, screaming at Mary MacDonald about the alleged incident. It wasn't necessarily because she wanted James Potter for herself; Marlene genuinely despised Cassie with a fiery passion. This animosity had ignited when Cassie 'accidentally' broke the rules at the dueling club to beat Marlene in a duel of charms. Anytime anything good happened to Cassie, Marlene took it as a personal affront.
Lily couldn't blame Marlene for her tantrum. She, too, had been furious. She had closed the curtains to her bed frame and cried into her pillow for thirty minutes after hearing the news. It felt like a knife in the back, as if she'd been betrayed by the young black-haired Quidditch star.
After all, Lily had kissed James three weeks ago.
The kiss had been a secret one.
But the fact was still a fact.
In the quiet solitude of the library stacks, they had found themselves alone. Engaging in a casual conversation, the topic shifted to the revelation that neither James nor Lily had ever been kissed. James expressed his frustration, feeling out of step with their peers who had already experienced such things. In response, Lily shared her own apprehensions on the matter.
Lily, perhaps impulsively, had offered to be James's first kiss.
Initially he had conveyed uncertainty. "I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to ruin our friendship.”
“I pinky swear it won't ruin our friendship.” Lily had stuck her pinky finger out, grasping it with his own.
His eyes were lighting up as she forcibly shook their pinky fingers together. “A pinky swear doesn’t seem legally binding.”
Then he kissed her anyway.
Officially, he had kissed her more than once. After the initial kiss, neither of them had separated for more than a brief moment. It felt as if he were a magnet, drawing her in each time. She had even tried a little tongue on the last go, the way Witch Weekly said, carefully tracing his lip. That had only intensified his grip, keeping her securely in place.
As it turned out, Lily discovered that she liked kissing.
The sensation of their lips meeting was a delightful surprise, and she might have gladly continued the exchange if not for an unexpected interruption. James had pulled back, and had been touching her cheek adoringly. Then, in the midst of that peak romantic moment, Sirius Black stumbled upon them, catching them standing mere inches apart, their faces flushed with feeling.
Caught off guard, James hastily conjured a feeble excuse, claiming he was searching for a nonexistent quill mark on her cheek. The awkwardness hung in the air as he and Sirius hastily retreated, leaving Lily to stand in solitude for what had felt like an eternity, her mind swirling with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
In that thirty minutes, she somehow became totally enamored with him. She loved the way he kissed her back so slowly, so methodically, she could practically hear his brain overthinking every move. She loved his hazel eyes, which were darker in the stacks, and held her with such an intense golden warmth. She replayed the meeting once, ten, or fifty times before heading back to her dorm for a long and hot shower.
Having her first kiss at fifteen must have done something to alter her brain chemistry because she spent that night drawing hearts next to his name in her diary. She hadn’t done that since second year, and never in her life had she imagined doing it around James’ name. They’d been friends, always friends, and now she wanted him as more than friends.
Sadly, the next day after their rendezvous in the library, James totally ignored her.
Then the day after that, he acted like they hadn’t kissed behind the stacks at all.
Lily felt a tinge of disappointment, her affection for him somehow deepening despite the letdown. She yearned for him from a distance, reluctant to jeopardize their five-year friendship over something as trivial as a couple of kisses.
Yet, the crush persisted.
With each stolen glance in his direction, her infatuation intensified—beginning with a subtle blush and escalating into a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. She found herself captivated by him, and was wondering if Severus was beginning to discern her secret feelings for him. Suspicious looks from Sev had become more frequent, especially when James lingered nearby.
Even now, as she stared out at the field, Severus eyed her with suspicion.
“Go, go, Gryffindor!” the voices in the stands erupted, some cheering for James.
Lily took a deep breath as James skillfully maneuvered his broomstick, tossing the Quaffle to Charity Jones. Unaware that Hufflepuff had caught the Snitch simultaneously, Lily's focus was on James, their eyes meeting in midair. He mouthed her name, accompanied by a wave. A rosy blush crept up her cheeks as she eagerly waved back.
Severus, reacting with disgust, lightly shoved her. Lily laughed, attempting to brush off her embarrassment as she watched James descend to the ground. The game had ended, but her heart continued to race, wondering if he was experiencing the same surge of emotions. The intensity was almost unbearable, leaving her jittery with unspent energy. She knew it was stupid, but the desire to kiss him in the stacks again greatly outweighed anything else at that particular moment.
“I can’t believe you waved back,” Severus muttered moodily as they stood up to join the crowd funneling down the stairs. "Do you like him or something?"
“James?” Lily feigned disgust a little too well. “Sev, he’s got a head so big, I’m surprised he can even fly a broomstick without toppling over from being top-heavy.”
Sev chuckled, tossing his hands into the pockets of his cloak as he responded joyfully, “he and Cassie have ego in common.”
“I just can’t believe he’d date her,” Lily remained even-toned, though the topic infuriated her.
“I know,” Sev let her through the stairwell door first before following with the quip, “I thought Black and he were a thing.”
Lily laughed out loud at that, earning an appreciative look from her usually reserved friend. “You can hardly see one without the other,” she commended, “but I can’t say either one of them has been caught snogging the other—unlike Cassie.”
Sev’s hooked nose scrunched up. “Why do you even care who is snogging who?”
“Because James is my housemate, he’s my friend,” she ignored Sev’s almost perpetual eye-rolling when James was involved. “And I personally think he deserves someone who’ll keep him humble.”
“Humble and James Potter don’t belong in the same sentence as the other.” Sev snorted as they both left the field and started walking back to the castle.
“You don’t know him like I—“
“Lily!”
The butterflies in her stomach had turned to lead weights. Her feet stopped dead in the frosty grass, her face heated back up, and her shoulders straightened. Severus was quick to disappear at the sound of the voice. Lily glared after him for abandoning her, but he just ignored her and fell into step with someone else.
“Lily!” James called her name again, this time he was closer, almost right on top of her.
Lily turned, and James was suddenly right there, inches away. He hadn’t changed from his Quidditch gear, and he had no glasses on, just his goggles pushed up his forehead. Lily eyed his wind-swept hair, admiring the twists it made on top of his head. His hazel eyes sparkled—no, they glowed with happiness at the sight of her.
God, she’s in love with him.
“Hi James.”
“Did you enjoy the game?” James asked cheerfully as students funneled around them.
Lily blinked widely before answering, “yes.”
She would have liked to have said, ‘I enjoyed you,’ but that seemed a bit forward.
“Good.” He walked closer, damn him, and slung a confident arm around her shoulders, leading her in a walk back to the castle. “I saw you in the stands near the end; you look really pretty with your hair down today.”
Lily looked up at him, twirling one long red strand of said hair around her finger. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You guess?” He scoffed, “take a compliment, Evans.”
And then, because she was stupid, she blurted out, “how was Hogsmeade with Cassie?”
She hoped he looked like he was in as much pain as she was because he actually winced when she mentioned Cassie. “Oh, you heard about that, huh?”
“It’s all over the castle,” Lily mused, “I think the student population truly believes you two might be one snog away from bringing peace and prosperity back to our hallways.”
James pinched her shoulder. Hard.
“Ow!” She pushed him away. “That hurt!”
“You deserved it for that snark, Evans.” He rubbed his own arm as if she had bruised him.
Lily eyed him grumpily, noting that he shared her expression. She fell back into step beside him as they crested the hill, the castle rising up over the landscape. It was a rare moment alone with him, despite the sea of people. Lily was hardly ever without Sev, and James had his own ‘glued at the hip’ friends as well.
She preferred them like this, alone, together.
“She’s pretty,” Lily commented, trying to keep her voice even again for the sake of prosperity.
“Who?”
“Cassie Gregory.”
James’ hand reached for his messy hair, and he ruffled it as if agitated. “She is,” he agreed shortly.
“Do you like her?”
His hazel eyes skirted to her green ones. “Why do you care?”
Because I like you. She was too scared of rejection to say it out loud. “Because I’m your friend.”
James’ expression remained taut, and then he hip-checked Lily playfully. “Well, just like all my other friends, you’re going to have to wait for the details on my love life.”
“But you will tell me, right?”
“When I’m in love?” James asked with a sharp tone.
She held out her pinky finger to him, “I’ll tell you, if you tell me.”
His smile widened, he was likely thinking back to their last pinky promise. She held his gaze, not for one second regretting asking him. She liked when she flustered James, normally it was the other way around.
James’ pinky suddenly looped with hers. “I promise, once she’s ready, I’ll tell the whole school who I’m in love with because I won’t be able to hold it in.”
Lily's stomach fluttered once more as she recognized the sincerity in his words. He had that earnest gaze, the one he reserved for moments of honesty. Blushing, she averted her eyes and focused on her feet, feeling the nervous energy radiating from his intense stare. He held onto her pinky, only letting it go once they started walking again.
“Well,” she muttered, attempting to inject humor, “save me a seat at the wedding.”
James snorted, as if finding something ironic in her comment. “You'll be right up front, I don’t even need to pinky promise that.”
"I'm sure Cassie will love that." Lily said smoothly, pretending to check her nail beds to avoid looking directly at James.
"As if I'd marry Cassie," he scoffed, and her heart flew joyfully at the words. "She's a sore loser."
"You said it, not me." Lily almost hugged him, she was overjoyed by the news.
James grinned down at Lily perceptively, "I knew you didn't like her."
"I for one, am disgusted you didn't get my approval before snogging her." Lily mocked, her mood lifted by the turn of the conversation.
James laughed once, tugging on her red hair playfully with his free hand, "I didn't kiss her, it was just a rumor."
He didn't kiss Cassie.
Lily allowed her grin to widen as they entered the Great Hall together. James was immediately bombarded by his friends, who had been searching for him, providing Lily the perfect opportunity to slip away before potentially embarrassing herself. She seamlessly blended into the group of girls near the doorway, stealing one more glance at James. She felt a surge of happiness when she saw him returning her look with a wink.
She waved.
He waved back.
Later that evening, during dinner, James took a seat beside Lily, and she ate everything on her plate.
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First Meetings
TimKon, FirstPrince, Established Relationship, Friendship, Teasing, Soft Boyfriends, Crossover.
Summary: “Tim, how do you know the President’s son? I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”
Tim frowns, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and galas bearable for Tim.
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Tim sighs heavily into the champagne glass as he lifts it to his lips. “God I hate these things. They’re the worst,” following his comment he downs the rest of the alcohol in the glass in one gulp.
Next to him Kon snorts, choosing to sip at his glass instead. “Is that why you’ve brought me? To share your hatred of these things?”
“Sharing is caring Kon.” Tim mutters unhappily. He honestly be rather anywhere else but here.
Right now he could be in bed, buried underneath blankets watching crappy films and eating junk food or he could be with the team yelling at the screen as both Bart and Kon very obviously cheat at Mario Kart because they’re losing against he and Cassie. Even if it’s neither of those things, he could be curled up with Kon somewhere ignoring the world as the two of them exist in their own little bubble.
But no.
He’s here – thankfully with Kon – at a charity gala representing the Wayne name because Bruce couldn’t make it, Tim happened to pull the short straw against his siblings so he had to come in his stead. He brought Kon so he could suffer along with him, but also to keep him company. Mostly to suffer though. These things are never fun.
“You know what I hate…” Kon speaks up, when Tim glances at him he spots his boyfriend frowning in displeasure and tugging at his suit, “are these damn things. They’re monkey suits, they serve no practical use. I feel like a penguin, I waddle anytime I walk because I’m so restricted.”
Tim couldn’t help but snort at everything that is Kon. His facial expressions, his discomfort and his words. Breathing deeply Tim deposits his empty champagne glass on a nearby table before turning to Kon. Reaching up he slaps Kon's hands away from the suit and begins straightening out his lapels, correcting the damage Kon had caused to the fabric.
“Well, I think you look good. This colour suits you, and this particular name really helps defines your shoulders and physique. You’re just not used to wearing them Kon.”
With his words Tim couldn’t help but drag his hands up from Kon’s chest, where they stayed after he straightened out his lapels, and drag them across his shoulders, letting his fingers run along the seam and just press in enough so Kon could feel it. Tim looks up and meets Kon’s eyes, his boyfriend’s gaze having darkened as he stares back at Tim. Knowing exactly what he's doing, Tim blinks slowly, heatedly, and smirks and lets his hands trail down Kon’s side under the guise of straightening out his jacket.
A hot and heavy atmosphere fills the small space between them and being this close to his boyfriend Tim could see how affected by his actions Kon is becoming. His shortened breath, his fingers clenching tightly into the glass almost smashing it, his dilated pupils, and the extreme tension now seeping through his body as he works to restrain himself.
Tim loves it. He loves riling Kon up where his boyfriend can’t act on his desires.
There’s been plenty of times where it’s been the other way around, where Kon is the one riling Tim up to the point of no return. His boyfriend’s gotten rather good at using his TTK for things in a less professional manner, and he isn’t afraid to bring it out at the worst of times. Tim doesn't have to worry about that tonight, because tonight he’s calling the shots and they both know it.
Leaning in towards Kon, whispering into the space between them as he keeps their gazes locked together he says, “You may hate the suit but I certainly don’t. I can’t wait to get you out of it later on, piece by piece…”
At the end of his sentence a loud crack could be heard and Tim merely raises an eyebrow. They both glance down at the glass still in Kon’s hand only to find it now featuring a new spiderwebbed pattern on it which hadn’t been there when Kon first picked it up. Somehow it’s still in one piece but it definitely isn’t safe to use anymore. Tim lets out a low laugh and decides to pull away and backs up a step. He doesn't want to blow Kon’s fuse so soon after all.
“I might see if I can get another drink, I assume you would like another one?” Tim asks sounding as composed as he has been all night. He’s glad for his acting skills, admittedly they were originally for undercover work but they do come in handy during other times as well.
“Yeah. That would be great. Thanks.” Kon speaks through gritted teeth, his voice sounding strained.
He’s glaring at Tim now, both in the way which tells Tim his boyfriend currently hates his guts but also in a lustful way which Tim knows is going to result in them feeling satiated and satisfied by the end of the night. Unfazed Tim smiles sunnily at him.
Before he could make a move to find a waiter a new voice calls out to Tim which makes him freeze on the spot.
“Timmy-tam!”
With his back to the room Tim doesn't know who is calling him and he glances at Kon who flicks his gaze over Tim’s shoulder and back again only to shrug in response, telling Tim he has no idea who it is.
Feeling all the lust and playfulness leave his body, Tim turns around to find out who is approaching and immediately groans upon seeing and recognizing them.
“Who is it?” Kon asks curiously, any previous signs of heat and want have also left Kon, the interruption doing a good job of killing the mood.
Tim signs resignedly watching the man approach them. He looks up at his boyfriend. “That is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. And an absolute pain in the ass. God, I haven’t seen him in years. Think of Dick’s charm and Jason’s cockiness, put them together and that’s him.”
Kon makes a humming sound and suddenly seems to remember he currently has an almost shattered glass in his hand. He quickly deposits it on the table behind them. “Does he know?”
Kon doesn't have to elaborate what he means and Tim instantly shakes his head. “No he doesn’t.”
That’s all they have time for because Alex is suddenly there, grinning widely at them. “Tim, how you doin’ man?”
Despite his words to Kon, Tim does in fact like Alex, the guy is pretty laidback and has a wicked sense of humour. He smiles back and holds out a hand to him. “Hey Alex, it’s been years.”
Alex clasps his hand but before Tim could react the other man is tugging him in for quick hug before letting him go again.
“What are you doing here?” Alex asks with curiosity. His dark hair is curling artfully across his forehead and his suit is all pressed looking clean and proper; no one expects nothing less from the First Son.
Tim waves a hand flippantly. “I’m here in Bruce’s name, the old man couldn’t make it and I pulled the short straw to attend in his absence. Literally, pulled the short straw.”
“Ah, well it’s good to see you, we’ll have to catch up sometime properly, I know Nora would be thrilled to see you again.”
Tim is about to reply but gets distracted when a tall, blonde man comes up behind Alex and immediately grabs all of their attentions, especially Alex’s. He looks familiar but Tim can’t place who it is although he and Alex seem intimately familiar with one another if the lingering touches are anything to go by once the blonde hands Alex a champagne glass.
“I thought I would grab us another drink on my way back,” the blonde man says in lieu of greetings and Tim picks up on a distinctive British accent.
Alex positively beams and Tim works hard on containing his facial expression, he’s never seen Alex so smitten with someone before. “Thank you, I was beginning to get desperate. Oh!” He turns back to Tim and grabs the man’s hand to drag him closer. “Henry, this is Tim. Tim, this is His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales, also my boyfriend.”
To say Tim is shocked is putting it lightly. It would also explain the accent and why he looks somewhat familiar.
Before Tim gets a chance to reply - not that he knows what the correct response of greeting royalty is - Kon, who Tim had admittedly forgotten about until now, pipes up sounding unsure.
“Should we bow?”
A beat goes by and the silence is broken by Alex as he bursts out laughing, Tim facepalms, and Prince Henry’s expression becomes a mixture between amusement and embarrassment. He holds up his free hand with a smile. “There’s no need for that, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, Henry is fine.”
Getting over himself Tim shakes his hand and Kon follows suit afterwards. “Nice to meet you.”
So, Alex and a Prince of Wales huh… Tim would have never guessed that. It seems like they’ve both had rather life changing revelations during their time apart.
An elbow in his ribs breaks his thoughts and he rubs the sore spot and glares at his boyfriend. At Kon’s pointed look Tim realises his mistake. Not once, but twice, he’s forgotten about introducing Kon. Whoops.
Clearing his throat and taking a hold of Kon’s hand he finally introduces Kon to the other men. “This Conner Kent, my boyfriend. Kon this Alex and apparently his Prince of Wales boyfriend as you just heard.” Tim immediately rounds on Alex. “How on earth did that happen? You of all people!”
Alex looks affronted and places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me Timmy-tam. I am an upstanding American Citizen, I have no idea what you are on about…”
Tim merely raises an eyebrow, a similar look Prince Henry is throwing him too, and after a couple seconds Alex deflates and drops the act. He leans in close to Tim and pretends to whisper behind his hand. “I have no idea either but I am not complaining!” Alex winks at his boyfriend and straightens back up. Prince Henry tries to hide his smile behind a sip of champagne but he isn’t fooling anyone.
Kon steps into the conversation looking as baffled as ever. It’s a cute look on him and Tim can’t help be reminded of the time Kon got confused when he accidently mixed up the chickens as he had been sorting them out in their pens on Kent Farm.
“Tim, how do you know the President’s son? That’s what I’m trying to currently wrap my head around… I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”
Tim frowns at his question, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, or Tim did until his mother passed away. Attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and any galas bearable for Tim.
Tim turns to Kon gesturing between himself and Alex. “We used to attend these kind of events when we were younger. I used to get dragged along with my parents and Alex and his sister would occasionally be at them too. Despite our age difference, it helped having another young person around at the dinners.”
Alex seems to be looking at him thoughtfully. He takes a sip of his drink before pointing at him teasingly. “You were such a well behaved kid I couldn’t understand it.”
As if a lightbulb had gone off inside Alex’s mind he lights up excited and grins menacingly. From that look alone Tim knew he was in trouble. The situations worsens when Kon takes a keen interest in whatever Alex is about to spill out of his mouth.
“So the first time we met – god about twelve years ago now – we were at an evening gala, my mother was there networking and working on her campaign long before her presidency. As kids, June and I of course had to entertain ourselves. I decided to run and hide from June and slid underneath a random table, it was covered in a white table cloth and was perfect for cover, only I wasn't the only one under there!”
Alex turns to Tim pointedly and sends him a grin, all Tim could do is roll his eyes in response. There’s no point in trying to stop the man from sharing the story, especially not when both Kon and Prince Henry seem invested in hearing it, so he keeps quiet and lets Alex tell it. Kon shoots him a curious gaze but it’s immediately turned back to Alex as he continues speaking.
“Under the table was baby Tim, no more than what, eight years old-“
“Seven.” Tim corrects him. Not that it makes much difference.
“- and he was crying. He was super upset about something. I completely forgot about June and it took me around twenty minutes to calm him down and to work out what was wrong.”
Simultaneously both Kon and Prince Henry send him a concerned yet sympathetic look and despite himself Tim felt himself blush. It’s stupid, this happened years ago.
At this point Alex seems to hesitate, he sends Tim a questioning look, and Tim shrugs in response, waving a hand to say, ‘you can tell them.’ As he said, it happened years ago Tim’s long gotten over what happened by now.
Alex turns to his boyfriend, grabbing his free hand Alex suddenly looks the most unkempt he has done all night so far.
“His parents had left him behind at the gala. They’d been gone for nearly an hour before I found Tim underneath the table.” He whispers, his tone laced with shock and disbelief.
The Prince’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open, his gaze darts between Tim and Alex clearly shocked at reveal. Kon on the other hand grabs Tim’s hand and squeezes it comfortingly, when Tim meets his gaze Kon is wearing an expression of understanding and sadness. After all his boyfriend knows how shitty his parents were when he was young, this honestly isn’t a surprise.
“What – what did you do? Did you call the police, child protective services, there must have been something you done. That - that is absolutely appalling.” Prince Henry stutters out. It says a lot about his character on how he sounds so protective for someone he only just met by hearing story from when were a child that occurred years ago.
Alex shakes his head, continuing on with the story. “No. Not long after I calmed Tim down June actually found us. I ended up coaxing Tim out from underneath the table with some tim-tams while June went and got mom. Mom came and took over, she got Tim talking about what happened and he ended up staying with us for the night.”
Prince Henry looked like he was about to speak up, the hard look on his face telling Tim exactly what he was about to talk about. Tim holds up his hand to stop any questions being asked.
“It was difficult situation and because of who my parents were there wasn't a lot that could actually be done. I wouldn’t have been taken away from them despite what happened that night.” Despite how bad the situation actually was, Tim still feels that instinctive urge to defend his parents. He clears his throat, feeling the need to change topics. “Anyway, it was a shit night and what happened happened.”
Alex raises an eyebrow. “It wasn't all that bad, you met me!”
Tim sends him a look. “I stand by what I said.” He tries his best to stop the playful smirk threatening to break free but in the end loses and lets himself grin.
Alex makes a disgruntled noise and crosses the short space between them in order to throw an arm around Tim’s shoulder and squeezes him tightly. “You love me. Don’t deny it! We had a great little alliance from that night onwards.”
With his face half smushed in Alex’s jacket Tim huffs. He’s used to this sort of treatment by now, not just from Alex but from his brothers too, and even on the occasion from Kon. After several beats Alex lets him go and crosses back over to be by Henry’s side. Tim blinks and immediately sees how well they fit together.
They start on a new topic when Alex brings up Henry’s LGBT+ shelter projects he’s currently working on with his best friend. Tim is immediately invested in learning all about it and even offers up his own information on his Neon Knights programme. Despite the differences in the projects they both agree to try and come up with a way to support one another, they even make a mental note to arrange a meeting so they can talk about it further.
Eventually the First Son and the Prince of Wales’ attention is being called elsewhere. The couple say their farewell’s, along with another hug from Alex, and promise to catch up in a less formal situation another day before wandering off, not hand in hand but certainly close to it.
Tim feels Kon step up to him, a hand sneaking across his back before settling on his waist.
“Well that was interesting.” His boyfriend states seeming amused. Tim instantly feels guilty, he pretty much ignored Kon the entire time as he got caught up in Alex and then in Prince Henry and his projects.
He turns to look at Kon to apologize but the Kryptonian waves it off. “Relax Tim don’t worry about it. If anything I’m sorry about what happened to you. At least Alex had been there and his mom. Crazy to think that the president took you in and looked after you as a kid.”
He guesses it seems rather crazy if he really thinks about it, but then again their whole lives are crazy. The president looking after him when he was a kid actually seems rather mundane compared to everything they deal with on a day to day basis.
Tim hums, unable to come up with a response to Kon’s statement. Alex had helped him that night and many more after that. It’s a shame they ended up losing contact, but then Tim decided to stalk batman across rooftops at night with a camera and became his hero years later and everything else that followed.
Maybe going forward Tim should try and put in the effort to keep in contact with Alex, and now Prince Henry too. Tim needs to start learning to separate his hero life from his civilian life and having some ‘normal’ friends wouldn’t hurt. It’s a work in progress but he’s getting there and this seems like a good stepping stone.
Behind him, Kon presses his chest to his back, and Tim could feel him slipping a hand along his side and into his front pocket of his trousers. Kon ducks his head until he’s pressing his lips against the skin of Tim’s neck towards his ear.
“I don’t know about you, but I think we’re good to go from this dreadful event right?” He trails his lips across Tim’s neck, the action makes him shiver as Kon’s breath ghosts over his skin. “Because I know there’s something I’d rather be doing right now…”
A wanton groan escapes past Tim’s lips without him meaning it too and right there Tim knows he’s done for. Before Kon could get anymore of the upper hand over him, Tim turns around, dislodging Kon's hands, and settles his own hands on Kon’s chest gripping his suit.
“I did make a promise after all did I?”
Kon’s stare is full of lust and desire. It’s an echo to the mood between them earlier. “Better hurry up and get us out of here Tim…”
“Fuck.”
Tim wastes no time in grabbing Kon's hand and starts leading him towards the exit of the room. As they go he somehow catches Alex’s gaze from across the room and the older man sends him a shit eating grin and a wink. Tim flips him off before continuing to drag Kon out of the event, Alex’s laugh could be heard in the wake of their departure.
He doesn’t care what Bruce has to say about them leaving earlier than scheduled, he has much more important – better – things to do with his night.
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The Villain | Choso Kamo
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Mazikeen had gotten up from bed, her body aching from the party last night. As she sat on the edge of the bed she yawned.
'Damn what did I even do last night?' She furrowed her brows at the thought.
She did dance quite a bit with Taiga, in fact she vividly remembered dancing so sleazily... Hoping that boy would be watching. Choso had a strong affect on her, she had no clue why either.
Maze stood in front of her body length mirror, taking in her insane bed head. She groaned at the thought of brushing the tangles out of her hair. As she scanned her body she froze.
"What the fuck..." She whispered.
There was a long, thin, and weird looking scratch on her arm. She couldn't recall any sort of altercation last night, so why would she have a random ass scratch on her?
Little did she know, she had been marked.
She looked at herself to check for any more cuts or scratches before shrugging her shoulders. Mazikeen slowly shuffled her feet to the bathroom, having no motivation to do anything, but she needed to shower.
Last night she came home unknowingly smelling like shit. Cassie, who was supposed to be "watching her" finally came back to the house. She was sitting on the couch and to no surprise, Maze had taken no note of her.
Mazikeen smelt like alcohol, weed, cigarette smoke, and the distinctive smell of the ocean. Even if she didn't get into the sea, her hair smelt somewhat like salt. It felt disgusting too. It was knotted and crispy from the humidity.
She reached for the shower handle, turning the water almost all the way to the 'H' symbol. She grabbed a towel from her cabinet before closing the bathroom door. The steam from the shower quickly fogged up the mirror.
She rubbed her hand across the glass and looked at herself. Slowly stripping from her clothes, a thought popped back into her mind. Choso.
Her face grew red and she waved a hand through the air, as if she was trying to vanish the thought like a fly.
She stared at her naked body in the mirror, taking in her attractive physique. Maze bit her lip, thinking about the tall man she met last night. His addictive scent. His muscular build. His voice. Oh his voice, it could easily cause anyone to fall to their knees at his command.
"Fuck I didn't get his number or anything... Ugh what I would do to that man." She whined to herself.
She pulled her shower curtain back and stepped into the hot water. The heat from the water somehow gave her goosebumps.
She stood under the fountain of water and closed her eyes. Imagining Choso again. The hot water felt comforting, like a warm hug. Mazikeen was weak in the knees from the thought of him touching her again.
Her mind wandered off, creating a fake scenario about Choso. What if he was in the shower with her? Watching her cover herself with body wash, moving slowly and seductively. Her body moved as she acted out the scenario.
She pictured Choso standing close to her, his eyes filled with hunger as he watched her. He bit his lip and his face was flushed. Mazikeen pretended to drop her loofa, looking behind her and bending down to grab it, painfully slow.
Mazikeen moved her hands to her breasts, with her eyes still closed, she groped herself. Whining at the sensation. She went back to her fake scenario.
As she was bending down, Choso reached down to his hard and throbbing dic- "Mazikeen!!!!" Cassie yelled out.
Mazikeen growled and quickly focused on her 'babysitter' outside the door. "What?!" Her voice clearly annoyed.
"Hurry and get out, I have to go soon but I need to talk to you!" Cassie rolled her eyes, teenagers right?
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"What party did you go to last night?" Cassie put her serious voice on. Mazikeen felt anxious, Cassie hardly ever spoke in a serious tone.
"Umm I can't really remember who's house it was. It was in that one fancy, gated neighborhood though." Mazikeen swallowed forcefully. She knew she wasn't supposed to get as drunk as she did last night. It could pose a risk to herself, her parents, and anything could be said whilst drunk.
"The Crest? Or was it Riptide?" Cassie stared into the girls eyes. With such coldness, but yet her voice sounded worried. "I'm pretty positive it was Riptide." When those words left Mazikeen's mouth, Cassie widened her eyes.
"What..?" Mazikeen's heart dropped to her ass. Something was wrong, something bad happened last night or someone died.
"They said The Red Death attacked a building by there last night. Let me see your arms and legs." Cassie reached a hand out to grab a hold of Mazikeen's extremities.
Mazikeen couldn't form a word, she was frozen in fear. There's no way that The Red Death attacked a building. She would have seen flames or heard an explosion. Every 'what if' thought ran through her mind. She reached her arms out to Cassie.
"W-Why..?" She managed to mumble out.
"Fuck! How fucking drunk were you?!" Cassie gasped, leaving Mazikeen panicking.
"I don't know why!!" There were tears forming in her eyes.
"Mazikeen. He fucking marked you! We have to tell your parents right fucking now!" Cassie scrambled to her feet. Reaching for her phone across the couch.
Mazikeen stared at her with her eyes wide as could be. She started to hyperventilate, she clutched her shirt where her heart was. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it thumping in her entire body.
"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Mean. He. Marked. Me." She gasped out. Fear taking over the tone in her voice. Who wouldn't be freaked out? She was on the most dangerous villain of the city's hit list!
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Mazikeen sat on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. Cassie and her parents crowded around her. They were grabbing all sorts of ointments and bandages, slathering them onto her scratch.
She knew her parents were talking, but she was spaced out. Hearing only mumbling, none of their words were clearly heard.
Surely this was a joke. Right? Did he know that Mazikeen had secret agent parents? Why was she marked? Did he follow her home? She knew what this meant. If he found her, she would be killed instantly.
The Red Death had no reason to kill and destroy the things he did. He didn't need a reason. He is incredibly powerful and can do as he pleases. The motive of his, was unclear. He had no pattern, no route, no nothing. Everything he did was random. When he did attack something or someone, he did it quick. The buildings he destroyed were blown to pieces in a matter of seconds. The people he killed seemed to have painless deaths. Yet, there was no pattern to his choice of murder. Every person seemed to be killed differently, but there was a singular common factor. The mark.
The stages of this seemingly random scratch were odd. It started off looking like a cat scratch, then as time would pass, the scratch would turn black. Looking as if it was infected.
The government believes it could be due to his blood powers, but they still were unsure at the moment.
Once the victim's scratches turned black, Choso would hunt them down and kill them. This process could take a few days to weeks. If you were marked by the masked mystery man, you had no choice but the accept your fate. There was no escaping this nightmare.
"Okay honey, go get some rest. I know you're scared but we will protect you." Her mother cooed.
"Okay... I'm going to nap." Mazikeen was trembling with fear. She was really going to die. She could barely catch her breath. The thought that she had a limited number of days left, killed her.
There was no hope, she couldn't leave her bestfriend alone. Taiga couldn't survive without Maze. They were basically attached at the hip. They truly did everything and more together.
Mazikeen got up from the couch and quickly walked to her bedroom. Her arms covered in goosebumps. She slowly opened her door and shuffled to her bed. Maze sat down and shook her body, hoping to release some of the tension in her.
She fell back and blankly stared at the ceiling. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She placed her stuffed animal cat over her chest. Begging for comfort in this moment. Hoping she would get an ounce of security.
Her mind traveled back to last night. Then it hit her. Her eyes full of fear, she was being watched! She was being watched by The Red Death!
Mazikeen felt a presence before going into that party last night! She could feel that she was being watched, and then again at her house earlier that day. It was all coming into the light.
She was being targeted, and like the idiot she was, she got drunk. She could have bumped into him unknowingly at the party and fucked herself.
The thought of her giving away private information made her sick. Was that why she was being targeted? Did she fuck up and mention her parents?
"Where did I slip up?" She whispered to herself.
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𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 🎀
˳ ⊹. pairings: floch forster x fem/fem coded!reader
˳ ⊹. authors note: imagine floch but in his american psycho nate jacobs era
floch always intrigued you. his hard way of loving you, the way he was rough. the way he walked and the way he talked was in a harsh way. most of all you loved that he was hopelessly devoted to you. his ginger-brown hair that was always cleanly done. his piercing hazy hazel eyes. the way he dressed nicely but with dark colors. how he kept his physique with an intense workout regime. the way he got possessive over a dress you wanted to wear. the way you would do anything for him and he would do anything for you.
a smirk always grimaced on his face whenever he saw you getting ready and dolling yourself up for him. you were getting ready putting on your mascara until you felt calloused hands on your hips. his alcohol ridden breath fanned over your neck as he whispered in your ear, “so pretty, precious”. his hand dipped up and down your sides as he leaned into your ear more, his lips brushing on your earlobe, “getting all dolled f’me”.
he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek, your face scrunched up which left him chuckling. whenever he smiled you could see his sharp incisors peak out. floch walked out the bathroom grabbing his wallet and keys before walking out your shared apartment.
floch always tries to protect you. it’s either creeps, or his work. he doesn’t want you to know what he does and why he does it. he thinks your something special in his eyes like he has to protect because your something pure and loving to him. whenever someone tries to flirt with you, floch just swings. he doesn’t care if he gets battered or bruised because it’s all to protect you, to keep you away from people who will be mean to you and won’t treat you like he will.
he loved the way you loved him. floch loved the way you would hold his face when you saw a new birthmark or new bruise. he got off to how you would do anything to please him even when he was mean or rude to you. whenever he thought you talked too much he would just grab your cheeks, smoosh then together, then tell you to shut up while laying a fluttering kiss on your lips. it inflated his ego whenever you would shower him with compliments especially when it’s about his body or about how hard he works for you. you know the scene in euphoria where cassie was like, “you can control what i eat, what i wear, who i talk to”, floch gets off to that shit.
you looked up at floch with cherry stained pouty lips. floch had his arm around you, his hand holding onto your hand squeezing it tightly. “mmm, floch it’s too cold in here”, you strained. floch looked down at you, his hazel eyes beating into your soul, “stop whining, c’mere”. he opened his arms while rolling his eyes. you fell into his arms, his arms resting on your waist giving it a squeeze. he traced his nails up and down your neck with his other hand leaving you shivering under him. “pretty pumpkin, so good f’me”. he squished your cheeks together, before peppering his lips all over your face, leaving you giggling. “ya’ so cute…”, he rambled, “so so so so so so cute, and your only mine right?”. “only yours”.
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MK kast reacting to Zoolander
Note: hello everyone! I hope your holiday was amazing and that you spent quality time with your loved ones! I wanted to make something funny, so here’s another "reacting" post. What can I say, I love the memes and the movie lol.
For early content (SFW/NSFW), check the links in the bio. Thank you!
Scorpion: He watched the movie by accident. Some of his teen students put the movie on, and he decided to join them. He doesn’t understand why they make those stupid faces or why his students try to recreate them.
Sub-Zero: He has a much better sense of humor than Hanzo, and he laughs with his students instead of watching the movie in horror. He's not into memes, but he is into a good laugh.
Johnny: He owns the lightskin stare. He was initially cast to play Derek Zoolander but got into a fight with the director, and as a result, he was fired. He does the magnum on the battlefield, to see if he can stop the bullets. Sonya or Jax push him aside every time.
Sonya: She has to hear Johnny brag about how he was fired unjustly. She also has to see him doing the looks. He claims he does them better than Ben, but for her both of them look like idiots.
Jax: he competes with Johnny for the best "blue steel." He knows where the memes come from and is very disappointed that the music is not the same. He and Johnny do a walk-off when Sonya is not watching.
Cassie Cage: She saw the movie multiple times, and had no choice but to listen to her father bragging about how he was robbed of the role. She is making a bunch of memes and gains followers super quick.
Jacqui Briggs: She is not that hyped about the movie but will join in a look contest. She will make memes along with Cassie and comfort Johnny when he starts to whine about how he lost the role.
Kung Lao: he tries to do the boxer trick but ends up in the ER instead. Liu Kang filmed the whole thing and sent it to everyone. Despite his embarrassment, he performed a "blue steel" and now has a date with a nurse.
Liu Kang: he has the best "blue steel" out of everyone, but he is humble and won’t brag about it. Kitana likes the look in secret, but she won't tell him that. He enjoyed the movie and recommends it to other monks.
Kano: he auditioned for the role of Mugatu. He would have gotten the part if they hadn't called in the special forces after checking his background.
Erron: Kabal showed him the movie because he didn’t understand the memes. He thought it was a waste of time, but sometimes he’ll try to do the "blue steel" when he’s trying to flirt when he’s alone in front of a mirror.
Jade: She didn’t know about the memes or the movie. The whole fuckery confuses her, but she likes the actors, so she’ll watch the movie. She now understands why Kung Lao and Liu Kang make silly faces, which they call "magnum," "ferrari," or "le tigre."
Kitana: loved the movie and thought it was hilarious, but I won’t admit it. She doesn’t know most of the celebrities that appear in the movie, but she has a crush on Hans. Cassie will provide her with more movies of Owen Willson.
Kotal Kahn: he will chuckle at some scenes but remain stoic during the rest of the movie. Male modeling is a weird concept for him, and while he’d admire Hans and Derek’s physiques, he’ll say that those will be of better use in a fight rather than on a stage.
Quan-chi: ok, but how did they put a router in the Netherrealm? must be an expensive plan. Either way, as the souls of the damned scream in agony, Quan-chi will laugh with joy at the many hilarious scenes. He mastered the "magnum" and is waiting eagerly for a face-off with Liu Kang.
Shao Kahn: I loved the idea of the looks and will try to recreate them. Everyone will say that he is the best because they don’t want to die. After that, he decided that the next tournament shouldn’t be based on fighting, but on walk-offs and looks. It will be an interesting discussion with the Elder Gods, for sure.
Raiden: He’ll watch the whole madness that this movie caused and ask himself if it's still worth anything for them. Everyone makes the same stupid face and makes "memes" instead of focusing on fighting. Damn it, Fujin joined the madness too and is doing "blue steel" with Johnny and Jax. Imagine his face upon hearing Shao Kahn's proposal lol.
Fujin: Ma Man provides a gentle breeze for anyone trying to look like they're in the movie. He loved the movie, and he’s trying to master the looks when Raiden is not looking.
Shang Tsung: He is grateful once again that he left Earthrealm, as it seems the trends don’t arrive in Outworld either. However, this hype train arrived at full speed, so now instead of using advanced sorcery, he’ll have to defeat Liu Kang in a walk-off. It's time to get back to his younger self and start exercising.
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So Over It
Premise: Cassie meets Ethan’s plus one and makes a long overdue decision.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluffy Angst.
Words: 990
Trope: With Someone Else
A/N: Set in Book 1, after Project Christmas Wish and a few weeks before Miami. Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge Day 24 prompt “You wear [insert option] well.”
Cassie Valentine enjoyed her morning coffee, inhaling the life-affirming scent while seated on the stuffed chair beside her bedroom window. The world outside was snowy white and cold; inside, it was colorful and warm.
She wasn’t due at work for another few hours and was enjoying the quiet time. She had learned in the last six months that the hospital could take over your life. And it was important to create balance when she could. Today was one of those moments.
She glanced down at her phone when it pinged, a smile spreading when she saw who it was.
A few days later…
Cassie leaned her elbows on the nurses’ station and took the weight off her feet. She bit back a yawn, exchanging a commiserating look with the tired-looking nurse on the other side. She picked up the iPad and reviewed the lab results for her next patient, sighing in relief that there wasn’t anything to worry about.
There were still twenty minutes until midnight and the beginning of a new year. Elsewhere in the hospital, there might be signs of celebration. Here in the ICU, the mood was quiet and somewhat somber, keeping with the types of patients and severe cases the unit managed.
She absently looked around, wondering if there was time to grab a coffee from the residents’ lounge, when her eyes fell on the woman sitting on a chair in the hallway. That in itself wasn’t unusual since the ICU often had patients’ families waiting at odd times. But she was dressed in a beautiful long red gown with windswept light brown hair, a lovely pendant necklace, and matching earrings.
There was something exquisite about her style and, Cassie thought, a classic beauty that likely made heads turn. The woman must have felt her watching because she looked up from her phone and stared right at her.
Abashed at getting caught, Cassie half waved, smiled and slowly walked over.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” Cassie said by way of greeting. “I love your dress and couldn’t help admiring it.”
The woman smiled graciously. “Thank you. I had very different plans when I put it on earlier tonight.”
“You wear it well. Are you visiting a relative?” Cassie asked, curiosity taking over.
“Ah, no. My date is a doctor, and he was paged for a patient consult,” she explained. “We were at a New Year’s Eve party, a fairly swanky affair.”
“Oh, what rotten luck,” said Cassie sympathetically. “And now you’ll miss the countdown.”
“I suppose.” The woman nodded before throwing Cassie a laughing look. “Between you and me, I think my date was relieved to get the page. He’s not into social events. I’m Dana, by the way.”
“Cassie. Hopefully, you’ll get a chance to salvage what’s left of your night,” she said.
Dana winked. “Oh, I intend to. The way he looks in a tux?” She fanned herself dramatically.
Cassie grinned, enjoying the unexpected girl talk.
“Valentine.”
Cassie stilled at the deep voice calling her name. She glanced over her shoulder to see Dr. Ramsey walking toward them. Her heart skipped a beat at seeing him wearing a dark wool coat over a tuxedo that looked like it was made for him. The tailored lines accentuated his physique, and she got a sinking feeling in her gut as she connected the dots.
“Dr. Ramsey,” she said formally, trying very hard to hide how much the sight of him affected her.
“There you are. All done?” Dana inquired, coming to stand beside Ethan.
“Yes,” Ethan nodded. “Just give me a few minutes to confer with Dr. Valentine, and we can head out.”
Cassie kept a smile on her face as she exchanged goodbyes with Dana. All the while, her heart was breaking inside at the thought of Ethan dating someone else. And more, if what she inferred from Dana’s comments was accurate.
She followed Ethan to the nurses’ station, where he gave her instructions about the patient he’d been paged about. She listened absently while a thousand different thoughts crowded her brain.
“Is that clear?” She tuned back in to see Ethan watching her warily, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Yes, Dr. Ramsey,” she said. “I’ll monitor the vitals and page you only if the numbers fluctuate beyond the normal range three consecutive times.”
“So, you were listening,” he commented.
She made a face but didn’t rise to the taunt. Cassie started to turn away when he put a hand to stop her. He quickly glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to listen.
“Can you check in on Naveen?” he said quietly. “I had hoped to drop in, but with Dana….” He shrugged.
“I understand, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said, her voice whisper soft. “I’m due for a break in thirty and will head down then.”
“Thank you, Cassie,” he said gratefully, clearing his throat and stepping back. “Goodnight then.”
She nodded, unable to get the words out past the lump in her throat. Her imagination was running wild, thinking of how Dana and Ethan would spend the rest of the night together.
Cassie watched Ethan help Dana with her coat, the other woman looped her arm through his, smiling up at him, and then they walked out the double doors together. She thought Ethan looked over his shoulder at her for a second before the door closed behind him.
But maybe that was wishful thinking. And perhaps she was deluding herself to think there could ever be anything between them. Ethan had been clear about his feelings that time when they tested the fMRI machine.
“Any intimate feelings are just neurochemical responses to heightened stress and frequent exposure to each other.”
Whatever she felt, what she thought she had seen in his eyes last week, it was an illusion. Nothing more than a crush on her medical hero.
And it was time to grow up and get over it.
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Appearance: fun fact capricorns tend to look older than they are, serious expressions, great teeth, strong nose, straight hair, boney, high cheekbones, prominant colarbones, stricking physique, elegant movements, tall
How other people view you?:
You may just be feeling a little paranoid about the stares because believe it or not, most people are just minding their own business. But it may simply just be that you're a tall person and it's noticable but no one is actually thinking that deep about it.
Perhaps some people are intimidated by you because your worry face looks like your angry face (and you're always worried about something) and maybe when you're in public spaces, you tend to walk faster than normal to your destination so that you can get out as fast as you can (which might aslo draw attention to yourself.
There are some people who are taken aback by how powerful you look. Perhaps you have expensive taste in clothes or that you just have an elegant taste in clothes that look expensive. People might also be intimidated by this. Maybe the fast pace walking makes you look like you have somewhere important to be since you look like someone important!
Advice:
I think some mental clarity will do you some good so maybe all you really need is to ask someone you know what their first impression of you was. You might focus too much on how you come across to people to the point where you are a perfectionist in everything you do and say and look. You are trying too hard! So free yourself and trust that literally nobody cares about what you're doing that much.
I hope this reading was helpful for you and I wish you all the luck and happiness ♡
All feedback is appreciated.
Sincerely,
Cassy the friendly ghost ♡
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Beau Arlen Review
Should preface this by saying that while I may not approve of Jensen's latest choices, especially business wise, I still carry great admiration for his on screen presence and his work and can definitely separate Jensen the Artist from Jensen the Person.
Beau Arlen is brought in from retirement (not believable someone of his age would be retired) as the temporary new sheriff who is meant to maintain order and aid with his investigative skills as well as spot on instincts. He is later revealed to be meant as the token good looking, charismatic male co star mean to boost audiences but also, beautifully, meant to support the female leads on their every quest. While he is the sheriff, he is well aware that Cassie and Jenny are the ones running things and seems to be more than okay supporting that dynamic. The support he willingly offers makes him extremely endearing to audiences.
Things that work:
Jensen brings a vitality to the role that makes him pop on screen especially compared to the rest of the cast.
There are moments when he connects deeply and shows vulnerability, those moments are perfect on screen, it's clear he fears doing so though so they are always extremely short when in reality, as an effective actor, they should be predominant in his performances.
He's brilliant at creating chemistry with his costars and I admire that because it's not always easy.
Ackles also seems to be smart about matching the tone of a show rather than trying to steal the spotlight which can greatly backfire, especially when one is a guest star or co star roles. He's there to support the story and the main protagonists so he shouldn't be taking up more attention than necessary for his role. He seems to be aware of this, not sure if consciously or unconsciously competent, but he strikes a good balance without dimming his on screen presence which, can, at times, be very powerful and captivating. (I mean objectively, he's an actor that deeply click with the camera and commands attention) So he manages to channel just the right amount of presence and power without overthrowing the dynamics within the show.
Jensen is credible as a lawmaker, his physique du role matches this type of character perfectly.
He intelligently brings levity and charisma to this character.
He manages to act alongside the female leads without exerting dominance or being limiting in any way. I highly commend that.
Overall, Beau is a great addition to the show that brings a pop of life and that builds an archtype of a man that is salt of the earth, trustworthy and brave and who powerfully supports the women around him and that's very refreshing to see on screen.
Things to improve:
Same as above, Jensen truly shines when he lets pieces of his soul shine through, when he displays raw emotion, powerful inner obstacles and his reaction to what is going on within the scene in authentic ways, this is where a coach is needed to help him that into his vulnerability without limiting it because that would make him a very powerful actor.
Chemistry with his on screen wife was completely devoid and I think he needs to work on his inner monologue and inner objects to personalize her in a way that allows him to be fully alive and present as Beau around her, as opposed to pushing through emotions that aren't really justified by his WHY and through line within the scene.
His look burns through the screen, however, I'd love to see him tap more into his emotions organically rather than coasting on his looks and feigning emotions on the outside.
He often reverts to autopilot instead of conscious acting and this can result in superficial performances and a lot of moments on camera when he is off, meaning he is not fully engaged resulting in loss of charisma.
What I've noticed about Jensen is that he is very fearful of breaking out of the mold he created with Dean Winchester so he just keep creating different variations of the same character out of fear of straying from what worked with audiences in the past. This not only greatly limits his performances but also shows he is an extremely insecure and untrained actor who knows very little about his type within the industry. He is currently self sabotaging his potential roles by sticking to the Dean persona instead of expanding his range. If he wants to make it to the next tier he should invest in proper training both Acting and Branding wise because the more he will be able to understand his place within the industry and master his range the more he will be able to create compelling characters that book.
Given his natural looks and powerful presence, Jensen could be playing much bigger characters but to do so he does needs to master his branding and improve his performances.
Finally, Big Sky may not exactly be host of great performances or superb quality but it is a show that has greatly improved it's inclusivity this season and I love seeing that. That being said, it's still too tedious for my tastes and I confess the only character that makes it bearable is Beau Arlen so I hope they will wrap up his arc beautifully in the upcoming episodes.
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Gone forever Oneshot 100 Follower Special
Note from the Authors This is quite gloomy and dismal. Please be kind to me because this is my first sad story.
Dividers by luvvvie credit to them
You perished in an accident lately. The sequence was different. They were devoted to you. They were captivated with you and adoring of you. After you died, nothing was the same. The full order was being delivered to your funeral, where you would be buried.
Everyone who knew you was in tears. A redstone machine was gradually lowering your casket. Olivia burst into tears. Jessie He appeared to be dead within. He moaned and threw a rose towards your coffin, which fell on it. They were all shattered and lifeless on the inside. Olivia made a boat and set off after the burial.
Lukas went wild and was brought to a hospital for treatment.
Petra left Beacontown and never returned. Her whereabouts was unknown.
Olivia boarded a boat and set sail for a while. Unfortunately, a severe thunderstorm led her to slip out of her boat and perish. Her body has yet to be discovered.
Jessie has gone missing.
Axel got increasingly destructive, attempting to demolish Boomtown.
Ivor got fascinated with bringing you back by concocting concoctions no one had ever concocted before, but they constantly failed, causing him to cry.
Stampy felt despondent and never left his house again.
Stacy was silent after your funeral and hasn't spoken since.
Cassie was horrified when she found out, and she perished in a cave.
Dantdm had dug up your body and planned to bring you back. He planned to lure you back after a few tests. One of the remedies was effective. He took a splash potion and chuckled as he glanced at your physique. He lifted his arm, preparing to launch it at your body.
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more of cassie's body claim for around her mid twenties
#i am insane ab her actually. i love her so much caspian michaels my babygirl#caspian: physique.#caspian: edits.#click for Good Quality#cassies healing era is so important 2 me. cassie gaining weight and getting healthy my beloved#caspian: alt fc — brynne.
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Les boutiques en ligne pour dénicher des vêtements de créateurs à prix réduit
Le monde de la mode regorge de trésors, mais il n'est pas toujours nécessaire de casser sa tirelire pour s'offrir des pièces de créateurs. Heureusement, plusieurs boutiques en ligne permettent aujourd'hui de dénicher des vêtements de luxe à des prix plus abordables. Découvrez notre sélection.
1. Vestiare Collective
C'est la plateforme incontournable pour les amateurs de mode.
- Authenticité : chaque article est vérifié par des experts avant d'être mis en vente.
- Variété : On y trouve des pièces vintage comme des collections plus récentes.
2. The Outnet
Filiale de Net-a-Porter, The Outnet propose des collections passées à des prix réduits.
- Grandes marques : on y retrouve des noms prestigieux comme Alexander Wang ou Stella McCartney.
- Réductions : les rabais peuvent aller jusqu'à 70 %.
3. Showroomprivé
Un site bien connu pour ses ventes événementielles.
- Éphémère : les ventes durent généralement quelques jours et offrent d'importantes remises.
- Marques variées : Des créateurs émergents aux maisons établies.
4. MyTheresa - Soldes
Si MyTheresa est une boutique de luxe, sa section "soldes" regorge de bonnes affaires.
- Sélection pointue : des pièces triées sur le volet de créateurs renommés.
- Offres exclusives : des réductions pouvant aller jusqu'à 50 %.
5. La Vallée Village (online)
Habituellement un centre commercial physique, La Vallée Village propose aussi des offres en ligne.
- Luxe accessible : des réductions sur des marques de renom.
- Expérience haut de gamme : Même à prix réduit, le service reste de qualité.
6. Brandalley
Un site proposant à la fois des nouveautés et des ventes privées.
- Mix & Match : Combinez pièces de créateurs et articles plus abordables.
- Collaborations : des éditions limitées avec des designers en vogue.
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7. Depop
Plutôt orienté vers la génération Z, c'est le lieu de prédilection pour trouver des pièces vintage ou des créations de designers émergents.
- Unique : beaucoup de pièces uniques ou de seconde main.
- Communauté : un esprit de partage et d'échange entre vendeurs et acheteurs.
Où acheter des vêtements de créateurs en Provence ?
La Provence regorge de boutiques et de concept-stores où vous pouvez trouver des vêtements de créateurs locaux et internationaux. Voici quelques idées pour vous aider à démarrer votre shopping :
Aix-en-Provence
- Collectif les Coquettes: Cette boutique propose une sélection de vêtements et d'accessoires de créateurs français et internationaux.
- Insane shop: Vous trouverez ici une large gamme de streetwear et de marques avant-gardistes.
- Souleiado : cette marque provençale emblématique propose des vêtements et des accessoires colorés et traditionnels.
Marseille
- Atelier Tuffery: Ce concept-store met en avant des créateurs locaux et propose également des articles vintage.
- Ephemeral Market: Ce marché éphémère rassemble des créateurs et artisans de la région.
- Liliane et Zoé : cette boutique propose une sélection de vêtements et d'accessoires de créateurs haut de gamme.
Autres villes
- Saint-Rémy-de-Provence: la boutique Le Collectif des Artisans Créateurs propose des vêtements et des accessoires faits à la main par des artisans locaux.
- Arles : la boutique Créations provençales propose des vêtements et des accessoires traditionnels provençaux.
- Cassis : la boutique Mila au Marais propose une sélection de vêtements et d'accessoires de créateurs français.
En plus des boutiques physiques, vous pouvez également trouver des vêtements de créateurs provençaux en ligne
- Etsy : cette plateforme vous permet de découvrir des créateurs indépendants et d'acheter leurs produits uniques.
- La Redoute : ce site web propose une sélection de vêtements de créateurs provençaux à des prix abordables.
- Made in Marseille: Ce site web met en avant des créateurs et artisans de la région PACA.
Conseils pour acheter des vêtements de créateurs en Provence
- Définissez votre budget: les prix des vêtements de créateurs peuvent varier considérablement. Définissez votre budget avant de commencer vos achats.
- Faites vos recherches : renseignez-vous sur les différents créateurs et boutiques de la région. Vous pouvez trouver des informations en ligne ou dans des guides touristiques.
- Essayez les vêtements avant de les acheter: Il est important d'essayer les vêtements avant de les acheter pour vous assurer qu'ils vous vont bien et que vous vous sentez à l'aise dedans.
- N'hésitez pas à demander conseil : les vendeurs des boutiques de créateurs sont souvent de bons conseils et peuvent vous aider à trouver les vêtements qui vous conviennent le mieux.
Grâce à ces plateformes, il est plus facile que jamais de se procurer des vêtements de créateurs sans se ruiner. Il suffit d'un peu de patience, de savoir où chercher, et parfois d'être rapide pour saisir les meilleures offres. La mode de luxe à prix réduit est à portée de clic.
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Des résidences appartenant au rappeur américain Sean Combs, mieux connu sous le nom de "P. Diddy", ont été perquisitionnées par des agents fédéraux aux États-Unis. Les policiers armés ont effectué ces perquisitions dans des propriétés de luxe appartenant à la star du hip hop sur la côte ouest et la côte est du pays. Le bureau d'enquête du département de la Sécurité intérieure de New York a mené ces actions en collaboration avec les antennes de Los Angeles et Miami, ainsi que des forces de l'ordre locales. Une source proche du dossier a confirmé que Sean Combs était la cible de ces perquisitions, suite à des poursuites pour viol et agressions sexuelles.
La tourmente judiciaire de Sean Combs atteint son paroxysme alors qu'il est confronté à plusieurs plaintes en lien avec des faits remontant pour certains à plusieurs décennies. L'ancienne compagne de Diddy, la chanteuse de R&B Cassie, a déposé une plainte au civil en novembre pour viol et violences physiques contre le rappeur, mais un accord "à l'amiable" a été annoncé deux jours plus tard. Deux autres femmes ont également porté plainte, l'une accusant Diddy de l'avoir agressée sexuellement en 1992. En décembre, une plainte au civil à New York l'accusant d'un viol en réunion sur une mineure de 17 ans en 2003 a également été déposée. L'avocat représentant deux des plaignantes espère que ces perquisitions tiendront Sean Combs responsable de sa conduite dépravée, alors que le rappeur de 54 ans nie vigoureusement les accusations portées contre lui.
Diddy, qui a fondé le label Bad Boy Records en 1993, a connu une décennie de gloire dans le monde du hip hop. Il a produit des artistes renommés tels que Notorious B.I.G. et Mary J. Blige. Le rappeur s'est hissé au rang de milliardaire en diversifiant ses investissements dans la mode et les boissons alcoolisées. Les plaintes qui le visent suggèrent qu'il aurait utilisé sa célébrité et son statut pour intimider et soumettre les femmes. Les enquêteurs n'ont pas divulgué les raisons spécifiques de ces perquisitions, mais cela survient à un moment critique pour Sean Combs, alors qu'il est en proie à des accusations graves.
Les perquisitions ont eu lieu dans des résidences de luxe associées à P. Diddy, à la fois sur la côte ouest et la côte est des États-Unis. Plusieurs médias de Los Angeles ont identifié une résidence perquisitionnée comme étant liée au rappeur et producteur, tandis que des images d'une perquisition dans une propriété à Miami ont été diffusées par TMZ. Les autorités ont agi aux côtés des antennes de Los Angeles et de Miami, ainsi que des forces de l'ordre locales pour mener ces actions. Sean Combs fait face à une série de poursuites pour viol et agressions sexuelles, avec plusieurs femmes portant plainte contre lui pour des faits remontant à différentes époques de sa carrière.
Malgré les démentis de Sean Combs, les accusations à son encontre s'accumulent et le placent au centre d'une tourmente judiciaire. Son ancienne compagne Cassie ainsi que d'autres femmes l'accusent de comportements violents et abusifs, incluant des agressions sexuelles. Les avocats des plaignantes espèrent que ces perquisitions marqueront le début d'un processus où Sean Combs devra répondre de ses actes présumés. Le rappeur de renommée mondiale est confronté à des accusations sérieuses de la part de plusieurs femmes, ce qui met en péril sa réputation et sa carrière dans l'industrie musicale et du divertissement.
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“i could still kill him for you.” - cassie
Upon the tender epidermis of her cheeks, a smile affectionately blooms, a statement to the warmth ignited by the utterances that dance through the air between them. "Let us not descend into the mire of reprisal. To simply cast aside his words, as chaff to the wind, operates as our most formidable shield." A nymph in the garden of academia finds herself far too often entangled by the corrosive criticisms that seek to tarnish the splendor of her physique—a grace both illusory and boon. To conjure death as a solution would be to engage in a dance macabre far too tumultuous for the circumstances at hand. Her voyage, one of intellectual pursuit towards the noble realm of nursing, often piques the gaze of those charmed by mundane desires, a reality she maneuvers with the poise of a swan upon tranquil waters.
"We have ventured forth into the night, veiled in the longing for merriment, and let not the hues of scorn dim our luminous quest." With a gesture as familiar as the warmth of a sommer breeze, she lays her palm upon the other's shoulder, an anchor in the rumbling sea of revelry. Soirée develops with a graciousness uncharacteristic of its kindred gatherings, where anarchy often reigns with a hefty manus. @mendinggashes
#( — .:｡✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#ooc; orihime feels happy to be protected but no reason to kill xDD still cute
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La réaction de T.D. Jakes face aux allégations de relations homosexuelles et d'agression
L'évêque T.D. Jakes, pasteur principal de l'église The Potter's House, a nié les allégations selon lesquelles il aurait eu des relations sexuelles homosexuelles lors de soirées organisées par Sean "Puffy" Combs, alias "Diddy".
Des rapports non confirmés sur TikTok et YouTube ont affirmé que Jakes avait eu des relations sexuelles avec des hommes lors de ces soirées et avait agressé un ancien mentoré. Jakes a répondu aux allégations lors d'un service à l'église, qualifiant les accusateurs de menteurs et affirmant qu'il se repentirait si les allégations étaient vraies.
T.D. Jakes réagit aux allégations lors d'un service à l'église
Il a demandé à sa congrégation de ne pas s'inquiéter pour lui et de se concentrer sur Dieu. Une vidéo TikTok virale a affirmé que Jakes avait couché avec plusieurs hommes lors des soirées de Combs.
Larry Reid, animateur de l'émission Larry Reid Live, a affirmé que le mentoré soigné, le prophète Manasseh Jordan, était également impliqué dans des relations homosexuelles.
Les allégations ont été démenties par le directeur exécutif des relations publiques de T.D. Jakes Ministries. Les allégations ont été révélées après que Diddy a été poursuivi pour viol et violences physiques par Cassie, une chanteuse de R&B.
Quatre autres plaignants ont également intenté des poursuites contre Combs pour viol, trafic sexuel sur mineur et autres abus présumés. Combs et ses avocats ont nié ces accusations. Jakes a été impliqué dans les controverses de Combs après qu'une vidéo ait affirmé qu'il avait assisté à la fête d'anniversaire de Combs.
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Le point de chute.
Vous savez, on n'a pas toujours été comme ça. Comme ça, c'est-à-dire, un père surprotecteur, une mère terrifiée par sa propre fille, et deux soeurs dépressives. Je me souviens - pas aussi nettement que je le voudrais - d'une époque où on était une famille. Une famille unie et heureuse, réunie sous le toit d'une grande et belle maison dans le Dorset. Avec des parents aimants, et des jumelles partageant une relation fusionnelle. Jusqu'à l'évènement que j'appelle le point de chute, c'était nous, les Parker.
Et puis, j'ai tout foutu en l'air.
Les plus choupinours d'entre vous vont déployer de longues phrases philosophiques en me promettant que ce n'était pas de ma faute, c'est vrai, j'avais neuf ans, des pouvoirs incontrôlables, et les circonstances nianiania. Vos gueules, j'ai déjà essayé de me convaincre de tout cela, et ça n'a pas marché. La vérité sans filtre, sans fard, la voilà : J'AI détruit cette famille. Pas la peine d'aller chercher du côté de mes parents, même s'il ont pas été mignons avec nous par la suite, ni de ma soeur, qui a juste subi les conséquences. Nah, la responsable de ce désastre, c'est moi, Cassie Parker.
Allez, je vais vous raconter. C'était une belle et chaude journée d'été. Ou de printemps. Bref, on s'en fout, il faisait beau, donc les jumelles, Andromeda et Cassiopea... OK, pause : vous remarquerez que nos parents, enfin, surtout ma mère, kiffe les étoiles, donc on a toutes les deux des noms de merde et des surnoms cool. On reprend : les jumelles, Andy et Cassie, sont sorties jouer dehors. Jusque-là rien de spécial. Elles ont commencé à jouer à un jeu, nommé très judicieusement "le Jeu". C'était la guerre : j'étais la reine, qui devait protéger son peuple, et elle était la chef des armées, qui menait les combats. Nous nous battions contre les arbres à grands coups de branches, mais nous perdions : le bois se brisait contre le tronc dont il était issu. Une jolie métaphore, quand on y repense, de la guerre contre soi-même. Bref ! Les deux soeurs kiffaient leur life tranquillement.
Et puis, Cassie a eu l'idée de monter dans l'arbre, pour "surveiller la légion ennemie qui approchait". Andy était moins intrépide qu'elle, mais la suivit. Seulement, en haut, un faux mouvement de la brune fit tomber la blonde. En plus de la douleur physique que lui causait sa cheville tordue, un volcan de colère se réveilla dans la poitrine de la fillette, qui hurla, rugissant des insultes à l'intention de sa soeur. Cela aurait pu s'arrêter là, si Cassie n'était pas une mage lunaire. Un don puissant, mais très instable.
Ce jour-là eut lieu le premier débordement de mes pouvoirs. L'air s'alourdit, les particules magiques se resserrant entre elles. L'air devint brûlant, et les iris de la fillette se transcendèrent d'une couleur violine. Terrifiée, Andy vit l'arbre dans lequel elle était s'arracher au sol, emporté par une tempête de magie. Elle chuta, et l'arbre lui tomba dessus, lui cassant la jambe et plusieurs côtes, manquant de la tuer. Cassie, horrifiée, commença à pleurer à gros sanglots. Elle réussit à soulever l'arbre immense. Les parents débarquèrent, paniqués. Andy fut emmenée à l'hôpital, où elle resta plusieurs semaines.
Après cela, la famille Parker ne fut plus jamais la même. Thanos, Haley et Andy commencèrent à craindre les pouvoirs de Cassie, sans l'admettre. Les parents surveillaient chaque mouvement de leur fille, délaissant par conséquent leur autre fille, dont l'estime de soi chuta. Les jumelles grandirent dans deux mondes séparés. Pour l'une, ce fut un monde de danger, de folie, de honte, de terreur, de contrôle. Pour l'autre, ce fut un monde de colère, de glace, d'ignorance, d'abandon. Les années passèrent, leur lien devint plus fragile qu'une bulle de savon, les quiproquos s'accumulèrent, de même que les non-dits et les sentiments négatifs. Les années passèrent, et les mêmes petites marques s'alignèrent sur les bras, puis les jambes, d'Andy et Cassie. Leur chute incontrôlée semblait ne jamais vouloir prendre fin. Pour elles, toutes les étoiles s'étaient éteintes.
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