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“I think I might be gay.”
Mel's eyebrows rose. She wasn't expecting that.
“Okay, let's take a big breath here.” He followed her instructions, his shoulders relaxed somewhat. “Although there is no problem, if that's correct—don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong if you are gay. But I was under the impression you liked women.”
At least he was very attracted to Mel. And very enthusiastic about it too. Some things you couldn't hide.
Frank sighed and dragged a hand through his face. “I do.” He agreed.
“And correct me if I'm wrong— which I might, because I'm just basing this on assumptions—” Frank squeezed her hand back, looking at her like he did when she spiraled. She nodded. “Right. You don't seem very attracted to men.”
Frank shook his head. “Not in particular, no.” He agreed.
Mel was completely confused at this point.
“Can I ask you why you think you're gay, then?”
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All the sides that make you whole by PinkGold
Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
29 Sep 2025
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Clark hated galas, he needed to blow off some steam. Bruce Wayne comes along, willing, and both discover truths about themselves in the mix. Meanwhile, Superman and Batman are always on the verge of starting a fight, how long until they just give it up and become friends?
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“Do you ever wish you could fly?” Bruce pondered aloud. Maybe if he could see his city from far above, if he could reach the skies. Maybe it would be less overwhelming.
The boy inhaled sharply next to him, and drew his knees closer to his chest. His face went back to the worried lines from the moment Bruce met him.
“What would you do? If you could fly?” The boy asked silently.
“I don’t know.” Bruce's eyes fell to his watch. It was time to head back. “Save the world, I guess.”
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Or in which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent keep on meeting.
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“We could go slow, darling. We could spend months exploring what you like. Trying new things one at a time not to overwhelm you…” Sybil caressed Havelock’s cheek with the back of her hand. “But.”
This time he felt Samuel moving behind him. His lips almost brushed Havelock’s ear.
“But we think you like it rough.”
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Peter was dead. Peter was gone. Peter couldn't touch Martin anymore.
Because Peter was dead.
Jon rescued him from the Lonely. He killed Peter. Martin came back. He was real because Peter was dead.
So why did he still fade?
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Two fics (one one-shot and the other chaptered) about the same story. Mute bartender Tony meets Steve and Bucky on a lazy afternoon.
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Just things Stede and Ed need to talk about to grow.
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Fill for this fic-a-thon prompt:
Someone in John’s staff sells his diaries to the press in the 70s. They’re printed in the papers. They contain his feelings about Paul. They are him pining over Paul. Paul reads them.
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26 Jun 2026
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Some unspecified magical fluke temporarily gives Paul a cunt. John’s loath to waste a good opportunity.
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21 Jun 2026
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The lads get the day to themselves after their second appearance on the Ed Sullivan show. John and Paul spend some time together once Ringo and George leave the hotel room.
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20 Jun 2026
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Something ticked in Paul’s mind as the familiar words washed through him. When he looked at John, his friend was already looking at him. And suddenly, it all became clear: He remembered having that conversation more than 50 years ago. He remembered it too well.
He had been thinking about it for years, wondering what he should have understood, how he should have reacted. If it was as meaningful as it had felt or if his memory had just romanticized it.
“I don’t think a love like that obeys to any rules,” John went on, unaware of Paul’s agitation. “It’s not something that humans have created, not like a societal thing. It’s deeper than that, and that’s what some people are afraid of I guess, because they can’t control it. Whatever laws they create, they can never control it. A white lad will fall in love with a black girl.” He paused. “A lad with another lad. You know.”
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Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS FIC ON ANY PLATFORM. DO NOT PUT IT ON GOODREADS, OR ON ANOTHER FANFICTION PLATFORM, PLEASE.
NO TRANSLATIONS EITHER, SORRY.Series
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When Paul was nine years old, he watched John Lennon sing Twist and Shout on Sunday Night at the London Palladium.
Where Paul is a rising singer in the 1970s who grew up idolizing performer-turned-producer John Lennon.
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